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latent-thoughts · 1 month
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Ravished by a God - Chapter 37
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ummary: When a God decides to chase you, what do you do?
You’re Tony Stark’s employee, living in the famed Stark Tower. One day, you get cornered by the notorious God of Mischief and have a very revealing experience about your own kinks. Hence begins your clandestine dance with Loki, who is all too keen to claim you as his and show you all the forbidden pleasures he has to offer.
However, your kinky dance with him is not the only concern you have. Something murky is brewing within SHIELD, and Tony Stark specifically wants you to find the root of it. What can a mere human do when caught between superheroes, gods and a deviant government? You’re about to find out.
[WARNING: This work contains NSFW explicit and taboo sexual themes like noncon/dubcon, BDSM, spanking, etc. It is strictly 18+. Reader discretion is advised. Consume your media wisely.]
Pairing: Loki/Reader
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The next morning, you woke up to the sensations of intense sexual pleasure (and some soreness too). As you got your bearings, you realized that Loki had insinuated his head between your legs, and his mouth and tongue were working hard on you.
“Oh…” Immediately, your heart stuttered a beat and began to race. “I like this wake up call.”
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HIS CHEEKBONES??? THE LIGHTING??? :'000
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LOKI’S SO HANDSOME IM GONNA K¡LL MYSELF /j
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tarithenurse · 1 year
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The Bathhouse - 2
Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: Jotunn!Loki x Fem!Jotunn!reader Content: Morning after, hints at smut, hint of the ongoing heat, mostly some “angst” and pining, sad goodbyes (just temporary, don’t worry). A/N: Continuation of the smut fic The Bathhouse which I posted about a week ago and people seem to like. There’ll be a final and third part which will be seriously smutty as opposed to this second part. Betaed as usual by my wonderful TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse <3
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Departure
Returning to the inn, you undress and finally fall onto the bed, exhausted and head spinning with what has transpired at the bathhouse. Tugging yourself under the covers, a hand drifts to your clothed core without really touching, just covering an area of the body which is forever changed for you. And in spite of that, in spite of the myriad of thoughts, you fall into a deep sleep
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There’s a sharp knock at the door, rousing you from your slumber, fog headed. The knocking persists more urgently so you wrap the covers around your body and go to open, finding your comrades outside.
“Don’t you want breakfast?” Morella begins unceremoniously. “Why’re you still in bed?”
You shrug, trying to hide how abashed you feel with nonchalance. “Was up most of the night.”
“Doing what?” Then something seems to dawn on her face and she gasps, “or doing who?”
“Morella!” Anvindr berates, the blue of his skin deepening considerably.
You shake your head vehemently, not ready to admit to what had transpired in the bathhouse just yet. It feels like a delicious secret, a sweet little morsel to nibble from as long as the others don’t know.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll be right down,” you change the subject.
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The trip to the library had not been completely in vain because Anvindr had found some tomes on dwarven metallurgy and Morella managed to find a few scrolls befitting her whimsical interests too. You on the other hand had been sat staring at the same page about the founding of Utgarde without being able to take in the words.
Now you’re passing by the palace on the way back to the main road.
“Ah, hello,” a slightly familiar voice calls out.
Looking around, you spot the captain that had attempted to apprehend you with his group outside of Utgarde. He appears to be coming from within the building, fully armed and fitted with a delegation of Jötunn in his wake.
“Captain Evios,” Anvindr greets him clipped.
“You remember my name! How nice!” the captain smiles broadly as though there could be no bad blood between them, “I see you’re roaming around as you please again...guess your story checked up, huh, pretty one?” The last part is aimed at you and you instinctively recoil. “Maybe you can roam past me when I come back from assignment, if you get my drift.”
There’s a faint snicker in his ranks that’s quelled when another voice speaks up, icy cold: “Evios,” is all that’s said but the expression on the captain’s face clearly states that he knows he’s fucked up.
“Sorry, prince Loki. Heading out now,” and with that the group scurry away revealing the god that had appeared behind them.
“My apologies...no guest of Utgarde should be spoken to in that manner,” the ruby-eyed Jotunn complains, “I’ll make sure he’s dealt with once he returns.”
Morella speaks up before you have a chance to say anything. “Good! He was out of line.” It’s almost a miracle that she didn’t take matters into her own hands a moment before and even Anvindr seems to side with your feisty friend, murmuring his own opinion.
Stepping a bit closer, the prince turns his attention fully to the others in the party. “I was hoping I could borrow [Y/N] for the rest of the day?”
“Of course!” Morella approves immediately, grabbing Anvindr by his arm and dragging him along and ignoring the confused look on his face, “See you later! Have fun!”
“But -?” You abandon the idea of calling your friends back. You don’t really want to anyways, not now that Loki turns to you with a sly smile and offers an arm. “Hi,” you mumble instead, accepting the gesture.
“Hey.” You walk a moment side by side in silence but eventually he speaks up, “How are you?”
To an outsider it could seem innocent enough but you get the feeling that he’s trying to gauge how you’re dealing with the night’s activities...and how are you dealing with that? Squirming a bit, you try to formulate a sentence: “I...I feel...different but then also not? And apprehensive because...what now? What are we?”
“Hmm...I was going to ask you the same after I’d made sure that there were no regrets from your side.”
“No! No regrets! It was...it was good and...and...and...” you trail off, unable to properly express yourself. Unable to voice that you’re craving more.
It’s as though he can read your mind because Loki stops and turns you to face him. Towering over you, he leans down to plant a slow kiss that deepens when you open the mouth in a sigh. Strong hands hold you flush against him, fingers digging into flesh. It only lasts a brief moment but when you part, you’re both breathing heavily.
“I don’t know what the future will bring us,” Loki sighs with his forehead against your, his breath fanning warmly, “but I know what I want and that is to be with you.”
“What if...you said that my scent...what if...” your voice threatens to break.
Pulling back a bit, the god regards you. “It doesn’t work like that,” he assures, “you will see once the heat is over that my feelings will remain the same. That I love you.”
Satisfied with the answer for now, you take Loki’s arm and walk with him, exchanging stories about your pasts and your homes. Many of the things you both already know but at least you each can offer new perspectives.
Walking through the grounds and the palace proper, you make it to his abode where you take up seats on the balcony. Coranzen, Loki’s personal servant, serves a delicious, fizzy drink before retreating once more so you can get some privacy.
“[Y/N]...how long do we have together before you must leave?” Loki asks during a lull in the conversation about the distant regions of his realm.
You hesitate, unsure what to expect yourself. “It depends on Anvindr, I think. He begins work on a shield tomorrow. I suspect the other two want to go when that’s done.”
“So...days?”
“Probably, yeah.”
This time he’s the one to weigh his words carefully before: “I could come with you.”
“What? But...leave all of this behind?”
“If it meant knowing you’re safe or being at your side should you need help. Yes.”
You want it. Here or there, that doesn’t matter as long as you don’t have to part from him but you know it’s impossible. Setting the glass aside, you turn to him and take his hands. “I want that very much...” his face lights up until you continue, “but we can’t, Loki.”
It is clear in his eyes that he understands the reasoning even if you haven’t explained it. Rather than argue, he pulls you onto his lap and holds you in a tight embrace, rocking slightly as though his frustrations could roll off of him that way.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“Me too.” His lips are ghosting your neck, sending shivers through you. “But you’re speaking reason. I’m too...too blinded to see clearly.”
“I love you.”
The words slip past your lips of their own accord but you don’t wish to take them back. They make him tense up, holding you a smidgen tighter as he repeats them back in a barely audible whisper.
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“You’re looking happy,” Morella comments cheekily by the time you have reunited with your friends the next morning.
Anvindr suddenly explaims a small “oh” which is rapidly accompanied by a deep purplish blush before groaning something incomprehensible but he still gets the message across because your shared friend grins shamelessly back before promptly ignoring him. She doesn’t gain anything by it, though, because you know how to keep silent.
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Two days pass but they are not two days wasted and eventually you accept his offer that you might as well just stay in his quarters at the palace for the time being which Morella seems to be very happy about while Anvindr doesn’t comment on it...but that might just be because he’s preoccupied with the creation of his shield.
Every day, the tinkerer goes to the blacksmith and works hard. Sometimes Morella tags along, however mostly the group is rather divided though still content.
For you, however, every day the group draws closer to departing, your heart aches more. You have no doubt that you’ll be going with them but you’re also loath to part with Loki with whom you’re spending most of the time when he’s not attending to his duties.
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Loki walks you to where you’re meeting up with your friends and the escorting ranger party. It’s a silent walk where the two of you hold hands as if that could prevent you from parting. You’ve spent all the words lauding each other and wishing for a different fate. Now all you have is the looming goodbye.
The moment the waiting group comes into view, Loki’s hand closes tighter around yours and you feel him hesitate.
“We can still change our minds...you could stay...” he says just for you to hear.
Rather than answering (because you don’t think you can get anything out of your tight throat) you squeeze his hand, rubbing the knuckles with your thumb. You both know that this is how it has to be for now.
And then you’re there and the group greets you and the prince as though nothing’s wrong. The captain of the company smiles broadly for a moment before he notices the joined hands and he sends his superior a questioning glance that goes by ignored for now.
“Let’s get going, we have a ways to cover,” the captain decrees and the dozen of people start moving.
Not you. You turn to your lover and embrace him, rocking slightly in his arms as he returns the gesture. You both nuzzle the faces into the crooks of the other’ neck, inhaling deeply in the hope of memorizing the scent of one another.
“I love you,” you manage to croak out.
“And I you...and you promise to stay safe...”
You both know that that might be a futile promise, but you nod nonetheless before kissing him deeply. Then you extricate yourself from the embrace and hurry after the others who are disappearing down the road, spurred on by a light pat to your butt.
You look back by the first bend and sees a lone figure standing there with the silhouette of Utgarde behind him.
When you catch up with the rest, everyone has the tact to remain quiet rather than question you about it. Only Morella reaches over and pats you on the shoulder.
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A Second Chance - Chapter 13 (LokiXOC)
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After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?  
AN:  Sorry for the long break between chapters, last month I was on holiday and I've been trying to get myself back in the process since
Warnings: Sexual tension, Sexual thoughts, Masturbation (male and female), Loki’s a lil perv in this chapter 
Chapter 13
Loki
Raven exited the bathroom after her shower, her hair wet and tied up in a bun to keep it off her neck. Her lavender silk robe came down to her mid-thighs, leaving the rest of her legs exposed. The robe had already come slightly loose, revealing a strip of pale white skin that my eyes followed all the way down to her stomach. I forced myself to meet her gaze and my mind back to more appropriate thoughts. There was a soft pink tinge to her cheeks, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the heat of her shower or if she was blushing.
The silence continued between us, and the tension grew as if we were waiting for each other to make the first move. I wouldn’t make a move unless she did until she was sure I was what she wanted. And whilst I wanted nothing more than to trace that strip of skin with my lips and tongue, I knew any movement forward needed to be on her terms. Even if it was taking all my self-control to not go over to her, tear the robe off her and worship her as she deserved.
“Did you need any more blankets or pillows?” Raven asked a bit awkwardly, as if desperate to break the silence and tension. “No. Thank you. Where’s Ginger?” I asked. “Outside, he was scratching at the door, so I let him out. I think he’s just wants to explore more.” “So long as he doesn’t come back with any mangled and bloody half-alive gifts in the morning, he can explore all he likes.” Raven laughed softly and nodded in agreement.
“Well, goodnight,” Raven spoke. “Goodnight.” Raven closed her bedroom door behind her, and a few minutes later I could hear her hairdryer. I stayed awake, listening to her move around her bedroom before finally the cottage was silent. After setting up the blankets and pillows, I got myself comfortable on the couch and yet I couldn’t fall asleep. Nor could I stop thinking about her. Half an hour passed and still I couldn’t sleep.
A soft gasp broke the silence, barely audible and coming from Raven’s bedroom. Holding my breath, I listened carefully for another sound. A faint moan this time. It took me a few seconds to realize what the sounds were. Raven was pleasuring herself, likely thinking that I was asleep. Arousal filled me at the mental image of her thin delicate fingers bringing her to the edge. Getting up from the couch, I crept over to her bedroom door, being sure to avoid the floorboards that creaked.
Now, with only a thin layer between us, I could hear her better, my cock throbbing with fresh arousal. My hand hesitated on the doorknob. As much as I wanted to go in there, as much as I wanted to be the reason for her moans and gasps, I knew that I shouldn’t unless invited. It was probably wrong to be standing outside listening, but I couldn’t tear myself away and pretend like I hadn’t heard anything. It was far too late for that now. I wondered if she was thinking of me, or if she was thinking of him. It felt pathetic to be jealous of a dead man, of another version of me.
Another hushed moan distracted me from my jealousy and only reminded me of how aroused I was, how I too needed release. Leaning my back against the wall, I reached down and freed my cock from its tight confines. Precum was already leaking from the tip as I wrapped my hand around it, starting with slow strokes. I sighed at the pleasure, wishing it were her hands on me instead. I longed for her touch; at this point, I didn’t know how much longer I could function without it.
It was agony being alone with her in this cottage day after day and not being able to act on any of my feelings or urges. And yet I knew I would wait for her forevermore if there was a chance. I yearned to have her in my arms, to feel the softness of her skin against mine and to be able to kiss her again. Hell, I even wanted the simple things, her fingers laced with mine, being able to run my fingers through her hair. Every time I made her smile, it felt like a small victory, another point gained in my favour.
Raven’s breaths were laboured and heavier now before she moaned again. Biting down on my lip, I worked myself faster. Still, I wrestled with the urge to go inside, a small voice in the back of my mind telling me to follow through with it. Leaning the back of my head against the wall, I closed my eyes. I could picture her hips bucking into her touch, her back arching off the bed. My mouth watered at the thought of her taste. My cock twitched as I imagined how she would cling to me as I filled her, how her nails would bite into my skin.
My name fell from her lips as a whisper, and I froze, my eyes springing open. For a moment I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it until she gasped it again. That deep primal need to have her grew stronger at that moment. Resuming my pace, I bit down on my lip to stifle a groan. Her moans became more frequent before they were muffled, likely with her free hand over her mouth. She was close, mere seconds away from climax. And I wasn’t far behind, my hips bucking into my own touch.
Raven reached hers first, her moans and whimpers still muffled. I could picture her with her head thrown back against the pillows in the throes of pleasure, her chest heaving with every breath she took and her thighs shaking from the intensity. Seconds later, I was cumming into my fist, stifling my groans. And yet there was a small voice in my head that questioned if it would be such a bad thing if she heard me.
As the pleasure passed, I remained still, listening for any sounds of movement. Over my own racing heartbeat, I could only hear her soft breaths. Heading for the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and cleaned up as quietly as possible. Once clean, I crept back to the couch, pretending nothing had happened and that façade would have to continue the next morning.
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tuiccim · 2 years
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Horizontal Bingo: Hotel
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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+
Word count: 100
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“Don’t get too comfortable, pet. Tomorrow we go to Tony’s island,” Loki stops you from unzipping your suitcase. 
“Shouldn’t I slip into something more comfortable?” you tease. 
“Let me help you,” Loki undresses you and himself. “There. Now we’re both comfortable.”
You laugh as he pulls you into a kiss. Hands and mouths wander, eliciting moans as they find sensitive spots. When Loki is fully hard, you push him down on the bed and lean over him. 
“My turn to taste you.”
His moans have you dripping by the time you line him up and sink down on his cock.
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This. Is. Going. To. Make. Me. Cry.
😭😭😭💕💕💕💘💘💘
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k1ranishf4 · 6 months
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Loki always had this little voice in the back of his mind, telling him that he didn’t fit in. It had been silent at first, not above a mere whisper, so he hadn’t given it any attention.
Yet, he knew. He’d always know.
He was different from the other Asgardians.
Asgard was a folk driven by battle and victory; followed by feasts in the taverns paired with extraordinary amounts of mead. But Loki never felt the passion for war as much as they did. He liked the chaos, yes, yet he preferred books, peace and quiet over the loud music and roaring voices of excited Asgardians; men and women, alike.
His signature fighting style consisted of daggers and his magic. He liked being within his enemies’ personal spaces while eliminating them; no different from the others. However, he was the only one in all of Asgard to use magic during battles, as far as he’d known. Which was obvious, given that Mother had taught him when he and Thor were children. It didn’t bother him, in that sense; he was rather proud of his skills, but it made it clearer that there were differences between him and the other Asgardians.
Not to mention the shadow that had been present since his childhood. The huge shade shaped like Thor which he could never escape. His brother always earned the utmost respect and everyone’s approval by doing the barest thing. Even Odin easily approved of him, yet Loki had always had to fight for the same approval. Respect was no question, he was a prince of Asgard, after all. Not respecting him would mean great consequences one way or another.
However, there were specific people who dared to cross that border. No wonder; they were Thor’s friends and being his younger brother meant nothing. Loki felt bitterness.
Thor’s friends would never truly come to like Loki, much less respect him. Fandral had been more or less tolerable, that much Loki could admit, but the other three had never been his favorite people. Perhaps, they could have been, in a different universe, had they not decided to admire Thor and cast Loki further into a void of the shadows. They made it easier for Loki to notice every single difference and everything he lacked that Thor had.
Thor was the golden child, the boy that could do no wrong, the prince that would never forgive wrongdoings to the throne and his people. What Loki did, he could do better and faster. What Odin saw in Thor, he could never see in Loki. Both were led to believe that they’d be great kings, only one was destined for the throne. Loki was not the one. Never had been.
Of course. Odin wouldn’t allow a Frost Giant on the throne of Asgard, after all. Yet another difference for him to add to the list. Thor was the rightful heir to the throne, the biological son, the true prince. Loki was nothing but the peace treaty between two realms that he didn’t belong to. Not the heir to the throne, not a biological son, a false prince of Asgard.
His skin didn’t look right anymore. He wasn’t sure if it ever had, to begin with. His Aesir form was not his true self, his Jotun form had never been his self. He was a soul standing between two shells which it didn’t belong to. His life was made of lies; he was made of lies. He may not have been destined to be a crown prince or king, but he was always destined to be the God of Mischief and Lies.
He hadn’t been given the chance to be something different. From the moment he was born, from the day Odin took him, it was written that he would be the personification of lies.
He didn’t fit in Jotunheim, he was no giant.
He didn’t fit in Asgard, he was no warrior.
He was Loki, the God of Mischief, the Trickster, the Master of Lies and Deception.
He was not Laufey’s son, he had never been given the chance to be.
He was not Odin’s son, he had never been given the opportunity to be.
He was Frigga’s son.
He may not fit in, not in Jotunheim neither in Asgard, but he knew that he’d always have a place by his mother’s side.
And when she was gone, he didn’t have a place again.
Perhaps that was his fate. Death had never been an option and Life had decided to hate him when he was born. Odin was wrong when he said that his birth right had been to die.
If that were the case, he wouldn’t have taken Loki in to ensure his survival; diplomatic reasons or not. In fact, Loki never found out the true reasons behind Odin’s actions back then. He had been blinded by rage to care and Odin had been unavailable to properly explain.
Then, Odin left as well. Partially because Loki had put a spell on him and sent him to Midgard, partially because Odin had lost his strength long ago and it became a matter of time before he would have to go.
Hela appeared and Loki had to team up with Thor once again to defeat her. This time had been different, though. This time, he felt like he belonged. Not to Jotunheim, nor to Asgard, but beside his brother. When had he stopped feeling that way? He couldn’t recall.
Yet, he knew. He knew he’d always belong next to Thor. A lifetime in his shadow, only a deception by his mind. Perhaps because he used to be jealous that Odin had favored Thor over him. They were nothing without each other. Wherever one brother went, the other would follow, eventually.
It had always been that way; how had Loki not noticed earlier?
The only place the one could not follow the other was death. Frankly, Loki didn’t want Thor to follow him to death. It had surprised him that he ended up in Valhalla, in the first place, but he knew he wouldn’t ever want Thor to arrive here. Not yet, at least.
He always had questioned if he would ever belong in Valhalla. He always thought he’d arrive in Hel. But being reunited with Mother, seeing the Warriors Three and the countless Einherjar, Valkyries, and the innocent Asgardians that had been killed by Thanos answered that question.
Loki belonged next to Thor, and by his mother’s side, in Valhalla.
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Ao3 if you want it
I recommend listening to Paris, Texas by Lana Del Rey on loop while reading, that’s how I wrote it lmao
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Watch "Loki see his future death scene || loving you is a losing game || #shorts #loki" on YouTube
Good God this is the most heartwrenching, devastating thing I've ever seen.
Sorry to ruin everyones day...Ive been sobbing into my breakfast for an hour now for what it's worth.
His ability to evoke such emotion from a viewer as to drive them into fits of near wailing sobs is just further proof that he is hands down one of the best actors beyond and to all time, and this role was absolutely fated for him. Couldn't imagine him portrayed any other way despite how absolutely shattering it all is.
Oh my feels.....it hurts....
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lady-rose-moon · 2 years
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The Sun Is Shining On Us
In which TVA Loki decides to reconcile with his brother
It was done.
The many variants of Kang had been vanquished under his and Sylvie's blades. He smiled over at his variant and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as he let out a relieved laugh, "it's over, Sylvie! The multiverse can finally grow on its own!"
Sylvie nodded and rested her head on Loki's shoulder with a small smile on her face, "you said that we would do it together, brother, I never meant to doubt you before. I was just so caught up in my anger and..."
Loki laughed and pulled away from the hug to cup his pseudo sister's cheeks, looking into her glassy eyes with a forgiving smile, "it's okay, let's just forget the kiss and move on as siblings, okay? It never happened."
Smiling, the Goddess of Mischief bowed her head before holding out a TemPad to Loki, watching him curiously.
"So," she began, hesitantly, "where shall we go?"
Loki had one idea in mind.
Stepping out into the time of 2023, Sylvie in tow, Loki found himself on a cliff in Norway. It was somewhat reminiscent of the cliff he had seen where Odin had passed away in the Time Theatre all those days? Weeks? Months? ago. Sitting at the very edge, staring out to sea, was the barely recognisable form of Thor Odinson.
Taking a deep breath, Loki stepped forward and sighed softly, "Thor?"
The God of Thunder flinched at the familiar drawl of Loki's voice and he turned around, staring at the form of his little brother in disbelief before sighing and turning away again, "just my mind playing tricks... as if Loki would actually be alive."
Loki flinched at the heartbroken tone before walking over to Thor and standing beside him, the dirty TVA outfit quickly catching Thor's attention. Loki would never wear a suit and let it get that tattered! Their mother would never allow a Prince of Asgard to roam in such a state.
"If you are you, mother would not be pleased," Thor mumbled, taking a swig of beer before throwing it over the cliff and turning to his little brother.
Loki laughed gently and shook his head, staring out into the sunset as he tried to figure out his words. After a few moments, he finally spoke, "mother would be proud of the both of us, Thor. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that happened. You being banished, the destruction of Jotunheim, New York, mother... father... I'm not from that timeline but I saw it... I killed the both of them indirectly and I'm so sorry."
Thor watched his little brother crumble and drop to his knees and he felt his frozen heart smash as Loki let himself go, the illusion of his porcelain skin melting away to reveal many wounds, bruises and cuts along his body. He looked like he had been through so much pain.
"No, Loki," Thor mumbled, dropping to his knees and pulling Loki into his arms, "they weren't your fault. I forgive you, you don't have to suffer anymore... look," Thor pointed out to the rising sun above the sea with a smile, Loki's puffy eyes following.
"The sun is shining on us, Loki, all is forgiven."
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agentofagony · 2 years
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Nothing more fun than listening to the lapis song "distant shore" and thinking about Loki emotions towards the young avengers or verity or both.
I'm destroying myself mentally please help.
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skylarmoon71 · 2 years
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Loki Laufeyson (Marvel) Chapter 27
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It's one of the few times the team is having dinner together. You're all a little dressed up. Natasha whistles when you walk out in a simple green spaghetti dress. "You think he'll like it?"
"Definitely."
She assures. They all begin taking their seats around the table. Your mouth waters at the layout.
"It's times like this I'm glad you're rich Tony." He bows. "You're welcome." Laughter fills the room. You're back is to the door, so you don't really hear when he walks in.
"(Y/N).."
He pauses in the doorway, and you turn with a smile. "Hey frostie." He's still admiring your outfit.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you, not too bad yourself." you gesture to the suit. Knowing Loki he conjured that with his magic. Loki still appears a bit entranced with your dress. You guessed you nailed it with the color.
"It's like she's trying to tempt me, I am a man after all." Your brows knit.
"What?" you ask.
Loki blinks.
"What?" He replies to your question.
That time you're sure you didn't imagine it. His lips weren't moving but you heard something.
"Quit flirting, I'm hungry!" Tony calls. So you turn, fidgeting a little as you find a seat. Loki follows, watching you closely. He takes a seat right next to you, and everyone starts falling into easy conversation as the food is being passed around.
You eat silently, it's so lively that no one really notices your silence. No one but Loki that is.
Your eyes move to Tony. What's the harm in giving it another try? "Worth a shot." You do your best to focus for a solid minute. But nothing happens. Not a peep.
"You're breathtaking in that dress." You aren't sure why, but you turn to Loki. He's already watching you, and you look down bashfully.
"Shit!"
So the telepathy was on point, except it wasn't extended to everyone. Just Loki.
"Great."
"Any new crazy abilities we should know about (Y/N)." It takes you a moment to realize they are all looking at you.
"Oh! N-Nope. Not that I know of at least. You'll be the first to know Tony." He shakes his head with a laugh. "A heads up would be great." You guess he didn't want any more surprises.
"I'm gonna get some more breadsticks."
"Grab some for me!" Sam and Bucky yell. You giggle.
"Sure thing. " You don't actually need breadsticks, maybe a glass of water. Walking into the kitchen, you find a plate, gathering the bread. You also fill a cup of water, taking a sip. With a heavy sigh, you place the glass down, lowering your head.
"You really shouldn't leave yourself so exposed, I may just jump you." you spin around.
"L-Loki!"
His eyes narrow. "You heard that, didn't you?"
"H-Heard what?" you laugh nervously. "W-We should get back to the party before they get any ideas."
He doesn't allow you a chance at escape. His hands press against the counter, and you back up.
"You can hear my thoughts." you swallow. You were hoping he wouldn't figure it out.
"I-I'm sorry I wanted to tell you. I-It's just started happening. I thought it was universal so I tried doing Tony but it only seems to work on you. "
"Could it be a reaction to me being inside your head? " He doesn't look upset in the slightest.
"You're not mad?" For you it feels like an invasion of privacy, so you would understand if he was just a little annoyed.
"I'm not. This obviously isn't something you have full control of. I can't say I'm ecstatic that you're now in tuned to all my thoughts." You figure as much.
"Does it work both ways?" he inquires.
That's a good question.
You close your eyes for a second.
"Can you hear me Loki?"
Your eyes open, and he nods.
"I can."
He's a bit more reassured now that he isn't the only one who's thoughts are vulnerable for viewing.
There's a playful grin that rises on your face, and Loki narrows his eyes. "How long have you wanted to jump me?" You snicker and Loki rolls his eyes.
"Be quiet, mortal." You know he's a little embarrassed that he let that slip. He steps back and you take up the plate, moving back to everyone else.
"For now we should just keep this between us. It might not even be permanent. " You nod. "Yeah I was kind of thinking the same thing. I think this team has been through enough of my mind mojo for a while." when you enter the dining room Sam grins.
"You guys took your sweet time."
"Oh hush before I eat your share." He zips his lips. Once the breadsticks are on the table, you take your seat.
The dinner is filled with funny stories and light banter. Loki's hand gravitates to your lap, and you send him a smile before you tune back into the conversation. It isn't until his palm slides down that you begin to tense.
"L-Loki, what are you doing!" The table is big enough, so it's doubtful that any of them will see what's going on under.
"Surely you didn't think I'd let your little secret slide without punishment. You've been able to hear me since this morning. I think it's only fair to even the score."
"B-But we're at dinner what if they-" you bite your lip when he massages your thigh.
"As long as you're quiet no one will know."
This is torture. How does he expect you to stay quiet during this?
"You picked that dress because you knew what it would do to me, isn't that right?"
You lick your lips. Of course you did. You hoped that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you.
"Yeah.."
The echo of his chuckle rings in your head.
"Naughty girl."
You so desperately want to moan, but you have to settle for a soft whine under your breath.
The closer his hand gets, the more you feel like you'll explode. Your hand is clenching the fork tightly, and you're praying that they don't make out how staggered your breathing has become. His hand finally lands where you need it most and you gasp. You cover it with a cough, and Tony laughs.
"You okay over there?"
"Y-Yeah. S-Sorry the chicken is a bit spicy. " You pick up your wine, downing it quickly.
"Whoo, someone's ready for a party. Cheers!" He lifts his glass, and so does everyone else.
Loki is grinning devilishly from his spot. His hand retracts slowly, purposely brushing your skin. You press both thighs together, because now that he's gotten you all hot and bothered, you know you won't be able to deal with it until after dinner.
"Damn you."
He's satisfied.
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Thirst - Chapter 16
Summary: Post-Avengers AU, where Loki has been sent to Earth on probation, to be a consultant to SHIELD and take part in inter-realm missions. Loki and OFC get stranded on a harsh arid planet after completing their mission, and their only option is to wait for a rescue. In the meantime, they run out of food and water. While Loki can survive without sustenance, she cannot, and she has to rely on a rather unconventional source of sustenance for her survival - Loki’s cum. And Loki is very conflicted about this. Thus begins an adventure for both Loki and OFC, filled with romance and some plot twists.
**This is a crack fic, with humour and some feels**
(I don't have a fic banner for this one, sadly, so just have a lovely Loki gif instead.)
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“I heard you’d returned to Earth and had to come and see it for myself,” Fury stated as Loki, Thor and Tony Stark sat down with him in Stark’s conference chamber. He kept glancing at the door, though, which betrayed the true intent of his visit.
“Marie’s not coming,” Loki answered as Stark handed him the file containing SHIELD’s present problems.
“Why?” Fury asked, a bit surprised to see the file. “Is she scared to see me?”
“Actually, you should be scared to see her.” Tony beat Loki in answering him. “She’s mighty pissed at you.”
Fury feigned to be offended. “What did I do? I’m cooperating with Asgard.” He gave Loki a look that said that he accepted Asgard’s involvement in her life now, which was rather telling.
“You’re a snitch, that’s why. Why did you inform her parents about her arrival and relationship with Loki? That info wasn’t yours to tell.”
Fury shrugged, suddenly pretending to be occupied by the contents of the file. Loki knew that soon, he’d not be pretending at all. The revelations in the file were going to startle him.
“I thought a family reunion couldn’t hurt.”
“No, you wanted to create pressure on her to stay on Earth,” Tony continued. “So that she and Loki could be exploited by you some more.”
Tony waited for a response, but none came from Fury, for he had likely found the information about Hydra in the file by now.
Like clockwork, his eye widened. “The fuck…?”
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Loki's so handsome......
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I'M GOING TO K¡LL MYSELF GAHHHHJFMSMFMDM /pos
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Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.
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A Second Chance - Chapter 14 (LokiXOC)
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After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?  
Warnings: Suicide notes, Suicide mention, Pills, No actual suicide happens but plans for a previous attempt are mentioned/referenced, Feels, Angst
Chapter 14
Loki
Raven and Valkyrie had been making preparations all week. There had been mention of an Asgardian Day of remembrance. Raven had briefly told me that all the Asgardians would gather tonight around a bonfire to remember those they had lost and their home world. While it wouldn’t be as grand as any of the holidays celebrated on Asgard it was still an excellent idea. However, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was welcome there or if it would even be appropriate to go considering it wasn’t my planet or at least not the one from my timeline.
Raven seemed anxious about tonight, wanting to make sure it all worked out, but there was something else on her mind. And I didn’t need to be a genius to work it out. There was still no word from Thor, still no sign of him. There was still no evidence that the Avengers had defeated Thanos or if they too had perished with those lost in the snap. Understandably Raven wanted him home tonight, to be with his people and mourn his own losses.
Once the sun had set, I knew it was time to leave. I still wasn’t even sure if Raven wanted me there, if my presence would remind her of the husband she’d lost, the future and life that was stolen from her. But I had a gut feeling it would be worse if I didn’t go. Locking up the cottage, I made my way down to the beach where everyone was gathered. The Asgardians had brought food, chairs and blankets, all of them gathered around the bonfire. I had expected this to be a solemn evening but the Asgardians were mingling among themselves, children were playing and laughing.
I stayed near the back of the crowd, ready to leave if I wasn’t welcome. Raven was sitting at the front, her hands in her pockets and deep in thought until a few of the children ran over to her. She forced a smile at them as they encouraged her to light the bonfire. Raven got to her feet and pretended to sneeze, using her pyrokinesis in the process. The flames caught on the various logs and sticks before her and soon the pile was ablaze. And she’d always been so insistent that she wouldn’t make a good mother, but the reaction of the children said otherwise.
The children moved on and Raven returned to her seat. Silence fell over the Asgardians for a few moments as they remembered their home and loved ones. I wondered if my mother was still alive in my timeline now that I was no longer there to seal her fate. The moment passed and the Asgardians made a toast before their conversations resumed. Most of them seemed in high spirits but Raven was still staring into the flames, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she were willing herself to keep it together.
“If you don’t go over there, I will,” came Valkyrie’s voice from beside me. I glanced at her and then back at Raven, “you don’t think I would be intruding?” “Loki, regardless of what timeline you come from you are still Asgardian and these are still your people. That is still your wife.” “You know for a woman more prone to using her fists, I’m surprised when you say nice things.” “Yeah, well not all of us get a second chance to be with the ones we love.”
Valkyrie brought a bottle of alcohol to her lips and took a long swig. She was right, not everyone got a second chance and here I was wasting mine. I knew Raven regardless of timelines and I knew that she would never make the first move. I had to. Excusing myself, I slipped through the crowd until I reached her. Sitting down beside Raven I conjured a blanket to wrap around the two of us. Raven glanced at me with a soft smile spreading across her delicate features. I rested my hand on her knee, making it known I was there for her.
We sat in silence for a while although I could still tell Raven wasn’t entirely at ease. And she wouldn’t do much talking with everyone around. I removed my hand from her knee to lace my fingers with hers and squeeze her hand gently. “Why don’t we go for a walk?” I suggested. “Okay.” Getting up we headed away from the crowd and further down the beach. Raven kept the blanket wrapped around herself and I kept my hands in my pockets for warmth. We walked in silence for a short while as I tried to find the right words to say. I knew this needed to be handled delicately.
“I know you keep saying that tonight wasn’t much compared to celebrations on Asgard, but I like to believe my mother and Odin would have appreciated the gesture,” I finally spoke. “I didn’t do it for them. Well, not Odin anyway. I just know first-hand what it’s like having your home taken from you and having to settle somewhere that feels alien. I didn’t want anybody to think Asgard or those we lost had been forgotten.” “And you’ve achieved that. I had expected it to be quite a solemn event but it felt the opposite.” Raven shrugged softly, physically rejecting the credit. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and it looked like she was struggling to hold back tears.
“It doesn’t matter what I do for them,” she whispered. “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it? I’m not Thor. I’m not their leader, their king, the person they look to when they’re lost. And he couldn’t even be bothered to come back for one night to be with us. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s still alive.” Her voice cracked as she continued to speak, but the anger was clear in her tone. As the tears rolled down her cheeks I couldn’t tell if they were tears of anguish or tears of rage. My heart ached for her.
“I know how selfish it sounds considering everyone lost somebody with the snap, but it feels like I lost everything. And Thor couldn’t even stick around when I needed him most, when I was going to…” Raven trailed off. I frowned, putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her to face me. She still refused to look at me, instead focusing her gaze on our shoes. Whilst I was afraid of her answer, I knew I needed to hear it. “What were you going to do, Raven?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter now.” “It does, it matters to me.”
Raven recoiled from me, stepping out of my reach whilst shaking her head. She couldn’t bring herself to say it and that gave me my answer. She’d planned to kill herself; she’d already set a date by the time Thor left. And if I hadn’t arrived, she probably would have gone through with it. “Raven-“ “No, forget I said anything. I shouldn’t have even brought it up with you,” she snapped, wiping away her tears. My thoughts were racing as Raven turned and headed back down the beach and to the bonfire. I followed a few steps behind.
I wanted to ask more questions, but she was clearly going to shut down every single one. Finding Valkyrie, I made sure she’d keep an eye on Raven tonight who agreed without question. I would have done it, but I didn’t think Raven would want my company right now and I had some digging to do. I knew her regardless of universe or timelines and I knew she would have left a note. Heading straight back to the cottage, Ginger meowed at me as I burst inside. The cat was at my feet, following me through the kitchen and into Raven’s bedroom.
This was my first time inside the room since I had first arrived over half a year ago. I didn't want to invade her private space any more than I had done so I had vowed not to go into this room unless invited. But these were different circumstances. Glancing around, I decided to start with the wardrobe, rifling through her clothes and shoes. Even checking the back in case she’d hidden anything there. I then searched her chest of drawers only to find more clothes. The bed also came up empty.
My eyes fell to the bedside drawer, the top one had a keyhole. I didn’t care about looking for the key. Using my magic, I tampered with the lock until the drawer popped open. There was a rattle as I opened the drawer the rest of the way. Inside was what I was dreading finding and yet what I had been looking for. Three full bottles of pills and three envelopes, the top one was addressed to Valkyrie. The second was addressed to Thor and the final one was addressed to me. Well, more likely my alternate self from this timeline. A part of me knew it would be wrong to read it, an invasion of something personal meant for someone else. But he wasn’t here, and I was.
Ignoring the other two letters, I opened the third one and pulled out the neatly folded pages.
Loki
I know it’s stupid writing this considering you won’t ever read it but I guess I just wanted to say things that I never got the chance to say. Firstly, I love you. I love you so much that I can no longer bear to be in this world without you. Every day without you grows harder and harder. Every time I look at the Asgardians, I can’t help but feel I’m failing them, just like I failed you. I should have been there; I should have stopped it. A lot of the days I wish Thanos had killed me instead or that I had been one of the unlucky ones wiped out in the snap. None of it was fair and even now when the Avengers claim they can bring everyone back, they can’t bring you back. All those people will have their loved ones back but me and it’s not fair. It's not fair that our future was torn away from us. And now any thoughts of what could have been only brings me further pain. Because there is no future for me without you, I cannot picture myself happy without you. And I tried, I tried for five years to see if it would get better, hoping that this darkness would fade. But there’s no light in this world without you. You were always my light, guiding me and comforting me. When you came into my life it's like all my fears were gone. I never thought I would have ever gotten married until I met you. You made me better without even trying, getting rid of the nightmares, the self-doubts and bad habits. You made me happy again, confident for the first time in my life, and you made me feel like I could finally take on the world. But none of it matters now. It was all too good to be true, like some fleeting dream that I can’t remember when I wake up. I’m sorry for taking this way out and I’m sorry for not doing it sooner but I’ll be with you soon enough.
All my love
Raven
My tears dotted the pages with every line I read, my heart breaking again. Ginger remained at my feet as if to offer some comfort and companionship. This explained her reaction when I had first arrived. She'd planned to do it that night likely after Valkyrie left. But Mobius had sent me there just in time. Just in time…that devious bastard had known the whole time. He sent me there to rewrite that timeline, to save her from herself, and to give us a second chance.
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let time pass.
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