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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 26 days

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I would like to humbly request a little sub Loki action for the kink drabbles 🙏 maybe something with him being ridden and realizing that he's into it

I hope this pleases!

"Use Me"

Loki lives to be your plaything.

Content Warning (18+ ONLY): Sub!Loki, riding, mentions of orgasm denial Word Count: ~850

No one’s head is ever higher than a Prince’s. Even in lovemaking, a Prince must be dominant. He is the stallion, the stud. He fathers the future of his country. A Prince flaunts his superiority from the throne room to the bedroom.”

…but how could he obey the old Asgardian proverb when you were just so strong and irresistible?

Loki didn’t feel like a Prince whenever he visited your bed. He lost all sense of power and pride at first glance. You didn’t match the usual standard of Asgardian beauty: delicate, sweet, and soft. Your body and personality were imposing, demanding. You were never afraid to take up space, or claim what you wanted, which made the younger Prince drool with desire whenever you walked by, swinging your hips with that showoffish gait that said, “try me on for size, if you dare!”

He was shocked to learn that nothing gave him more deep, dark, delectable pleasure than falling at your feet and relinquishing all control over to you.

He worshiped you from the first night you were together. He kneeled before your naked body, offering gifts, massages, and favors with his fingers and tongue. The more he visited you, the more he realized that he was able to throw off the stresses and expectations of royalty. He could become a pathetic little puddle underneath you, your willing, devoted fuck toy.

The candles flickered irregularly as you swung a large, muscular thigh over Loki’s rolling, needy hips, his erection tall and throbbing. As if to tease the poor Loki, you didn’t sit on it right away, choosing instead to hover your dripping pussy just out of reach of his little head, cum already beading out from the tip.

“Use me…uuughhh…” Loki moaned helplessly under you.

You shook your head, clicking your tongue the way a scolding nanny would. He wasn’t ready enough. “You need to brace yourself a bit more first, darling, or else you won’t be able to keep up. I’m feeling quite itchy this evening.”

“D…don’t wait for me. I’m yours to enjoy and brutalize,” he added. “P..please?”

“You are entirely too eager tonight,” you said, unrolling your seductive grin across your face. Taking a long, sharp fingernail, you traced the middle of Loki’s face, down his nose, over his moist lips, pointed chin…when your finger hit his Adam’s apple, he sighed breathily, his hips moving his hungry dick upwards, needing to feed.

You narrowed your eyes, looking darkly into Loki’s wide, tearing ones. “As you wish.”

Rolling your hips in a circle, you teased him a moment longer, barely letting the tip of his erection peek between your folds…then, with as much demanding force as an army general, you impaled yourself, not bothering with the gentle formalities of a slow, easy slip.

Loki’s moan was a long, loud roll of thunder as he bottomed out, filling your walls with his girthy cock.

As you began to rock back and forth, letting his cock stretch you as you pumped, Loki could only keep up with your rhythm with his gasps. He couldn’t believe the sight of your bouncing tits just inches above his nose. He wanted to put his face in between them and bite. But if he did so without your permission, you would probably punish him by refusing to let him cum.

The last time you nearly got off simple tormenting him, making him watch as you fucked your hand to completion, his hand ties behind his back so he couldn’t relieve the pain of welling pleasure in his pulsing cock. Perhaps you could do that again, but another night.

Instead, Loki reached up and greedily grabbed a breast in each hand, watching you gyrate and grunt with every buck of your hips.

Orgasm was knocking at your cunt, so you let loose and squinted your eyes shut, focusing on your quickening pace while Loki’s arms flew to his sides, gripping at the sides of the mattress with desperate, clawing fingers as he braced for his fall. His teeth were digging into his lower lip, but the animalistic whines and moans behind it were still singing in sweet harmony with each of your breaths.

As your senses spilled out in one final flood, you came hard around his cock, unable to help yourself as you used it to finish, grinding so fast and hard that Loki shouted your praises to the sky. He felt your quaking walls shiver around him, and that, combined with how completely chaotic and maddened by carnal gratification, made him buck against you and orgasm. His primal shrieks filled your ears like a symphony as he painted your womb with his seed, helpless to think of anything else but the cloud of ecstasy obscuring his view.

He moaned with displeasure as you dismounted him, swinging your beautiful leg back around to lie beside him, bathing in sexual afterglow, feeling like Freya herself.

You and Loki both giggled as you looked down and saw that his member had not gone down for rest, but was still tall and eager for a second ride, this time, completely drenched in your arousal.

No one’s head is ever higher than a Prince’s.

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mochie85 · 9 months

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These Wicked Games Collection

Ongoing (Last updated: Apr. 17, 2024)

An unhinged idea that turned into something more.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader (OFC)

Ratings/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, playing games,

Summary: It all started with a poker game and a bet. Ever since then, you and Loki have been playing a game to catch the upper hand against each other. Will you win against the God of Mischief?

(⚡ Action Sequence) (💋 Smut) (💢 Angst / Trauma) (🎶 Song Fics) (👑 My favorites)

Poker Face 💋👑 The Chase 💋👑 20 Questions 💋👑 Truth or Dare 💋👑 House of Cards 💋👑 Hide and Seek - Coming Soon

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chocolatechipkiki · 9 months

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Say My Name

Loki x Fem!Reader

W/C: 3,113

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲), 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐕 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, "𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜" (𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨…

Soapy water splashes across your hands as you swirl the blue sponge around the dirty plate. Your hips sway to the beat of the song playing in your headphones, and you sing along to the lyrics quietly as you continue washing the last of the dishes. Surprisingly enough, chore time is one of your favorite parts of the day, because you get to dance around and sing and get into such a groove that you forget that you're even doing chores.

Once you place the last dish into the dishwasher, you start it up and bring the damp sponge around your countertops, scraping away any remaining crumbs from making your dinner earlier. You continue jamming out to your music as you grab the broom and pretend to use it as a microphone, swinging your head from side to side and acting as if you're performing in front of an audience.

You giggle to yourself as you sweep your kitchen, finally finishing the last of your cleaning routine. Your heart beats a little faster as you realize what that means - bedtime! Your favorite part of your day.

Your friends would poke fun at how much you enjoyed going to bed. They would tease the idea of why you enjoyed it so much with big imaginations, which would always succeed in bringing a blush to your cheeks. They may have been joking but they were always spot on as to why you wanted to go to bed.

It meant personal time. You time.

You first noticed how much you needed release at the end of your days when you were still younger and curious. Then, you were still ashamed of yourself for wanting it, but now you embraced it. Your fantasies ranged from lighthearted, vanilla reveries with random people you found attractive throughout your day to sultry, erotic daydreams with people you shouldn't think of like that.

But recently you had come across an idea from a book you were reading in your free time. It spoke of rituals performed by ancient civilizations to enhance sex. Your interest piqued and you had taken to the internet to learn more. Much to your surprise, the world had a lot to offer you in the knowledge of sex magic - and you had become particularly fond of one god in particular to pray to during your little sessions.

The first time you whispered his name while your hands roamed your body, you hadn't felt much different. Nothing seemed to change, and your release was more or less the same. The second time revealed the same outcome. So had the third.

But it was the fourth time, when your hands trailed down to your core slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake, that you had whispered his name and felt a rush of excitement flow through you that you'd never felt before. It was like your senses had been dialed past sensitive, and every single thing you felt became more noticeable - the bedsheets beneath you, the cool air surrounding you, the change in your breath as your fingers finally grazed your folds. You had also sworn you felt something brush your ear that night while you moaned his name out to your ceiling, but you didn't know if it was just your heightened senses making your hair more noticeable or if something - or someone - was there. But when you had opened your eyes to investigate, your room was exactly how it was when you had started - empty.

Now, you try to calm your excitement as you wander to your bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth so you can go straight to sleep once you finish. You close your bedroom door behind you afterwards, and begin to strip your clothes, barely able to conceal your excitement anymore. You light one of your candlesticks and then use it to light the others around your room. Then you slide onto your bed and focus your breathing down to a slow, rhythmic pace.

You imagine the god you were praying to for the past few nights in your head. His tall, chiseled body towering over you. His strong hands caressing your soft skin. His blue eyes staring down into yours with lustful mischief. Once you have a strong vision, you begin your prayer.

"Loki..." you whisper, sliding your hands up your thighs slowly, imagining them being his own. "Please, bless me with your presence tonight..." Your hands reach your stomach, twisting and continuing up to your breasts, flicking your nipples with slight urgency as your excitement builds. "I beg you, Loki, make me feel... amazing..."

For a moment, nothing happens, and you wonder if maybe your last night was nothing more than a fluke. You could have just been on the right day of your cycle, or eaten something in particular that heightened your arousal.

Disheartened, you huff. Surely you could still find release without the same feelings as the night before? It wouldn't exactly be hard, you've been doing this for years. You decide to revel in the fantasy of Loki being here anyways, and after a few moments, your fingers are swirling perfect circles around your clit with urgency. You know how to get yourself there - you learned very quickly what did and didn't feel great. You say his name, calling out to your ceiling in the dim lighting. But for some reason, you can't. Quite. Get. There.

After your third time of getting oh so close but losing the building feeling quickly, something like a desperate whine leaves your lips.

"Oh, it burns you, does it not?" a deep voice asks from your bedside. Your hands flinch up from your needy core and your eyes shoot open, landing on a tall, shadowed man standing beside your bed with a smirk upon his lips.

You should be screaming. Slipping out of your bed and making a run for your phone that you stupidly left in the bathroom in your eagerness. Asking him who he was. How he got in your apartment. Anything. But for some reason, you feel absolutely frozen, staring up into blue eyes that seem almost... familiar.

"L-Loki?" you whisper, and the shadow lets out a low chuckle.

"So she speaks," he says. He stalks around your bed now with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes roaming your still-naked body out and on display in the candlelight. You self consciously press your thighs together, which brings another chuckle from Loki, now on the opposite side of your bed. "Nervous, are we?" he asks, reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair from your face. You flinch at the contact - not because of fear, but because it almost felt like lightning shot through your skin where he touched you.

"W-Wha-" you begin, wanting to ask what he could possibly be doing in your room, of all places. You hadn't even known he was real, let alone that he could hear prayers. But he cuts you off by pressing his finger to your lips and shushing you gently.

"Oh, starlight, you've got so many questions running through that pretty little head of yours," he says. "Need not worry yourself with those now. We both know it doesn't matter."

Your brows furrow together at his comment, causing him to straighten his back, retreating from you and narrowing his eyes. "Oh, so you choose to feign innocence in the wake of my presence?" he asks. Your unwavering expression of confusion makes him smirk again. He walks away from your bed and to one of your bookshelves. He pulls out a particularly pretty-covered one, tracing the title slowly with his long index finger. "You've been wanting me to show up, darling. That's why you pray to me, each night when you plunge your fingers into that tight little cunt of yours." He places the book back into its place and turns back to face you. "You can claim innocence, you're nothing but a filthy little whore, aren't you?"

Heat rises to your cheeks suddenly as you struggle to process his words. The past few nights that you had been praying to Loki, lust-filled voice calling up to your ceiling and hands pleasuring where you wanted it most, he had been listening, watching even. He knew you were praying to him. He responded to you last night, when everything felt different. That was him. He made you sensitive to every little thing going on. He had brushed your ear, probably doing exactly what he had just done now - tucking a strand of your hair away from your face.

Your eyes finally refocus on his blue ones, trying to find the words to defend yourself. But before you can manage even a single syllable, he disappears and reappears on top of your body, forcing his leg between your thighs and pinning each of your wrists beside your head. "You're clearly inexperienced in the art of sex magic. So I'll let you in on a little rule that you broke, sweetling."

His breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're not supposed to come until the deity you're praying to allows you to do so. And how many times have you come undone at the thought of me, hm?" A shiver runs right down your spine and decides to settle in your stomach as your heart thrums rapidly in your chest. How many times had it been? Easily a couple dozen, and mostly from just the prior night, as your heightened senses had made it easier to go for another round nearly immediately after a climax. Loki snickers in your ear, almost as if he heard your thoughts.

"Oh, how most certainly unfortunate this will be for you, my sweet," he says, leaning back up to look into your eyes with lust. "I guess you'll have to make it up to me."

Without giving you a moment to process your thoughts about the matter, Loki presses his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency you didn't know a god could possess. He forces his tongue inside your mouth and explores with curiosity, pressing his body to yours.

You're completely pinned to the bed underneath him, unable to move. His leg presses into your cunt, causing friction on your swollen nub. You find your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth kissing him back, and before you know it, a deep moan rumbles in your chest. How long has it been since a kiss felt this good to you? How long has it been since you have messed around with someone else? Even with the heightened senses of last night clear in your memory, it still hadn't felt this good. You could come alone from the friction and the heat of this kiss if it wasn't for the fact that he pulls away to look into your eyes once more.

A shy whine sounds from your throat, and Loki's kiss-swollen lips quirk up into the same smirk as before. "I was right, you are a little slut for me," he says, sitting up and pulling his dark green tunic up and over his head. Your eyes wander over his bare upper half with lustful eyes. You spent the past week imagining this body, but none of your wildest fantasies even compare to the masterpiece before you now. You reach out and trace a finger down his torso, much to his surprise. His head falls back as a groan rumbles in his chest. You continue to trail your finger down, down, until you reach the waistband of his pants, and he quickly snatches your wrist up in his hand. "Patience, sweet thing," he growls, pushing you back to the bed and crawling backwards on the bed until his head is level with your thighs.

You watch on with eagerness, forgetting completely about his words from before. His blue eyes look almost predatory as he stares at your body, leaning down and nipping at your thigh. You suck in a breath through your teeth, and your hips buck forward slightly. He places a hand firmly on your abdomen, warning you with his eyes to keep still. You try to (you really do), but every time his teeth catch the skin of your thighs, you jolt. You're sensitivity is going to get you in trouble.

But right when you think you can't take it anymore, he slides his index finger gently up your folds, making you shiver and squeak in delight. "You're already so wet, and I've barely done a thing," he says, bringing the finger to his mouth and licking your slick from it. The lasciviousness of the sight makes you throw your head back onto the pillow. He just looks so... divine. The picture of sexual nature. The perfect being of desire alone. He makes a sound very similar to when someone takes the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. It makes your cheeks heat up.

"Staring is rude," Loki says, smirking at you and now undoing his pants. He shifts on the bed again and your heart drums excitedly in your chest despite his comment. You're overcome with the desire to have him fill you completely, and as if sensing your sudden eagerness for him, he slows his movements to a teasing pace. His eyes stare at your body hungrily as he waves his hand. You watch in awe as a shimmer of green flows from his fingertips.

But when you go to shift and get a better look, you realize that you can't move. Your arms are restrained by some invisible force above your head. Loki snickers as he watches the confusion on your face. "Oh dearest pet, your innocence in the matter of magic is quite entertaining," he says. In one quick movement, he spreads your legs and aligns his cock with your dripping core. "But if you don't mind, I would much rather be making you scream my name." And with that, he shoves his entire length into you, making you throw your head back and let out a slightly pained sound. But the jolt of pain is quickly replaced by the feeling of pleasure, and your breath heaves in time with his. Your walls stretch to accommodate his rather sizeable member, and he seems to be relishing in the feeling of simply being inside you.

You desire to touch him - to run your fingers through his dark strands and dig your nails into his back. But with the restraints holding your arms up above you, all you can do is stare and admire the feeling of him. He feels your eyes on him and looks up finally to meet them. Something absolutely primal fills his expanded pupils, and your body seems to react by mirroring it.

Every little twitch of his still cock inside your walls sends a flurry of butterfly-like pleasure through your body. You can smell your arousal, his thin layer of sweat, the candles you lit. Every single thread of the silk bedsheets beneath your skin is giving you goosebumps, and you can hear Loki's shuddery breath perfectly.

He did it again. He heightened your senses.

"Listen, pet," Loki starts, and his voice sends another shiver down your spine. "Do not come until I tell you to, or I promise, you won't like the consequences that follow."

He pulls away from you just enough that the red tip of his cock rests just inside you, and then without warning, he begins a dreadfully leisurely pace of fucking you. You moan out despite the slow thrusts, but feel panic in your chest as you realize that you're already so close. "L-Loki-" you whine, not really knowing what else to do.

"Ah, ah, my sweet. I told you that you would be making it up to me. But maybe if you're a good little fucktoy for me, I'll let you come eventually," he says, picking up his pace. You bite the inside of your cheek and pull against the restraints desperately. You don't know how you'll be able to keep yourself from climaxing when this just feels so good.

Loki lifts one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, positioning himself to hit your g-spot, and you swear you're seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling. He moans out now with you, planting feverish kisses to your thigh as he continues to quicken his pace.

"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Revel in the feeling of nothing else but me. Fill your senses with me. Say my name," Loki says between shuddery breaths. You barely hear him over the sounds of your moans and the provocative slaps of skin on skin.

"Lokiii," you moan, and he seems dissatisfied.

"I said, say my name," he repeats.

"L-Loki!" you say louder. He groans and throws his head back.

"Say my name!" he growls as he chases his climax.

"LOKI!" you practically scream as he pounds into you. You feel your vision going blurry with the effort you're putting in to not come undone. Loki's raven hair is falling from it's neat slick backed place and his thrusts get sloppy.

"Go ahead, precious. Come for me," he says. He barely finishes the words before you scream out, your eyes seemingly blacking out as your climax crashes over you with such ferocity that you can barely breathe. His own quickly follows, pounding into you relentlessly and whispering praises the entire time as he fills you with his hot seed.

You don't regain your sight until he pulls his softening cock from you, chest still heaving from the intensity of his undoing. He brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and flashing you a cocky grin. He climbs back over you, his eyes still filled with desire. Genuine fear makes your blood run cold.

How could he possibly still be aroused after that?

"You did so well for me," he says, placing a finger beneath your chin. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, studying your exhausted face with curiosity. Suddenly, he grabs your chin assertively. "You're mine now, pet. Do you understand?" You nod to the best of your ability. "Words, darling."

"I-I understand," you stutter out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes before.

"Good. Now flip over and put your pretty little ass in the air for me. I'm not done with you yet."

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mjolnirswriststrap · 5 months

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I Know You Liked It

Steve x Reader x Loki

Summary: Loki uses his cloaking magic for good. You get the revenge against Steve that you deserve.

Warnings: fuckboy!Steve, gender bending, sexual confusion, ropes, ball gags and butt plugs.

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Steve had never seen a woman so captivating. Charcoal hair accompanied by jade green eyes. Her skin was so fair she had a glow about her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her all night. It prompted Bucky to tease him and make bets that he wouldn’t dare walk up to her. Steve took him up on every bet, he wanted to talk to her even if there was no money involved.

So Steve found himself, tail between his legs, walking up to the mysterious girl. Besides her alluring aura and eyes that seemed to find his no matter where he was in the room. He would call her mysterious because he had never saw her at one of Tony Stark’s infamous parties. He’d been front and center of everyone. Tony’s favorite toys he liked to show off were the vintage ones, like Steve.

The woman must be new to the tower, or else she’d know better than to make eyes at Steve. He had a reputation for chewing women up and spitting them out. You knew that of course. It’s the reason you sent her in there all alone, looking so fuckable.

When you first started working for Tony, you knew certain aspects of the job would be unconventional. You didn’t know how unconventional they would be, but still you accepted. Steve made his intentions known to you, rather quickly.

At first you were flattered. Captain America, the world’s sweetheart, interested in a measly intern. You’re embarrassed by how fast you gave it up. All it took was Steve, walking into the office late one night. Every cubicle desolate except yours.

A bendable desk lamp and the light from your monitor lit up your tired face. He gave you a pitiful look, jutting out his bottom lip. Looking back, it was more than patronizing, he was torturing you, but you were too delusional to notice.

“What’s a pretty girl like you still doing at work on a Saturday night? Don’t you have better things to be doing?” He steps into your personal space, leaning back to sit on the reports you just worked so hard on. “Places to be, people to see?”. You were so nervous of saying the wrong thing, so you took forever to respond. You sat there, looking into his prying eyes, not that they were looking into yours. They were focused on the cleavage your shirt allowed.

“I um, I don’t have any plans.” You said, instantly blushing when he finally looked to your face. He nods, crossing his arms in-front of his chest. “I had such a long day, I couldn’t think of one good reason to go out.” His eyes lights up when you said that. Like it was an instant challenge. Of course you went out with him. You ended up at a club, tucked back in a booth. He had invited all of his friends, But insisted there was no time to call your friends to come.

He didn’t even let you go home to change, he said you looked perfect in what you were wearing. No one else at the club wore business casual, so you’d say it wasn’t perfect. He ignored you most of the night, one of his friends, a man named Sam, you’d never saw him before, he must be new to the team based on how they spoke. He gave you sad looks all night, like he knew your fate, but didn’t have the courage to warn you.

You never drank much, and you didn’t start that night. One fruity drink lasted you the whole time you were there. Steve kept trying to buy you new ones, and offering you shots but you always turned him down. You remember when the famous god of thunder brought out a wooden jug and poured Steve and Bucky mugs full of a golden liquid. He wasn’t the same after he downed it. It’s like all the drinks he had before hit him all at once.

He looked over to you and said “The guys wanna take the party back to my place, are you down?” You didn’t wanna ruin the vibe so you agreed instantly. No protests came from you as you and Steve rose from the table and made you way back to the tower. No alarms raised in your head when you got there and his apartment was dark. He kicked off his shoes haphazardly, not caring where they landed.

“Hey, when are your friends getting here?” You say, sitting on the couch, slipping off your work heels, blisters starting to form after 16 hours of wear. Steve comes and sits awfully close to you. “They should be here soon, they were leaving right after us.” He throws his arm around you shoulder, smiling innocently.

You don’t remember why you ignored the chill that ran down your spine, or your rapid heart beat; screaming at you to get out. You looked into his blue eyes and got lost. Tangled up in the different shades. You leaned in and kissed him, pulling away and coving your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He grabs your hands and pulls them away from your eyes. “It’s okay, I want to try it again.” He kissed you like he needed you. Like he actually wanted you. You were just another girl to him. Just another girl to get fucked and never get called back.

At first, you were hurt, you never saw it coming. Your crush kept you from seeing his red flags. Once you got over it, you easily moved on, if he’s whoring himself around, then the jokes on him. You didn’t find yourself thinking about it again till you overheard the girl in the cubicle beside yours crying to a group of coworkers. “Then he told me he’d call, but when I got home, and tried to text him, my number was blocked.”

“I told you, you weren’t special. He did the same to me when I started here. You didn’t want to listen though.” A blonde girl says, shaking her head. You keep quiet, not wanting to share in the office embarrassment. Of course, you weren’t special either. You didn’t want to know how many of your coworkers shared your experience, but you wanted revenge for all of you. You had no plans curated till the man with the golden liquid brought his brother to work.

You instantly had a connection with Loki. You both seemed to flow so freely with each other. It wasn’t exclusive and you both understood and wanted that. He was too wild to chain down, and you didn’t want to be the reason he lost his spark. But being with him opened you up to a whole new world of dating. You no longer spend your Saturday nights behind a desk in a dark office. You’re at a different club, kissing a different stranger. Loki showed you how beautiful you really are, and beautiful girls don’t deserve guys like Steve.

At first Loki laughed when you told him how naive you were, letting Steve take advantage of you so easily. He didn’t believe that you could let that happen, not the woman he’d grown to love and adore. But when he saw how much hurt the memories caused you, he was furious. His laughs turned into quick pacing, “So I can either kill him or I can kill him.” He said. You faced him, shaking your head “You know how Tony feels about work place drama. I don’t wanna get fired for causing problems.”

Loki watched as your shoulders sagged in defeat. He would do anything to change how you felt in that moment. “I have an idea, but you have to promise not to get jealous sweets” he grins widely. You look at him, worried about what he had planned “What?”.

“If Steve has no repercussions for sleeping with half the building, why would I?” He said, holding his arms out to his sides like he just laid out the most perfect blueprint. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.” You say, utterly confused. “I’m saying, let’s humiliate him like he humiliated you.” He strode over and sat beside you “I wanna do this for you.”

That’s how you ended up in the back of the room, sipping on your second glass of champagne for the night. You watched as Steve tiptoed up to Loki, hands in his pockets. You gag, not because of the alcohol, but because of the way Loki as a woman turned you on more than Steve ever did.

You watched as Loki gripped on the captain’s tie, throwing her head back like what Steve said was the funniest thing in the world. She was throwing herself at him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist her. You wouldn’t be able to either, when Loki transformed himself into herself, you instantly felt so many emotions, you didn’t know if you wanted to be her, fuck her, or you were insecure that your boyfriend is prettier than you no matter what gender he is.

You followed behind them as they made their way to Steve’s apartment. Loki pretended to be tipsy, acting like Steve was the only source of gravity in the hall. You stayed back as they tumbled into his door. The plan was, after Loki subdued him, you’d sneak in, take some pictures that would find themselves in the weekly newsletter.

You waited for five minutes and went for the handle but it was locked, you figured Loki hadn’t found the right moment to unlock it. Weird you think, since they’re magic and all. After another 10 minutes you hear the lock click and the door slowly creaks open. You step inside, whispering “Hello?” Loki reveals himself, walking from the bedroom, already transformed back to his usual appearance.

“Is he asleep?” You say, wiping your nervous palms on your pants. Loki just looks at you, “Something like that, just don’t forget, this is what you wanted.” You were unsure after his response. When you walked into the room, Steve was tied to his headboard, a ball gag stuffed into his mouth. “Loki!”

“He deserves it sweets, I could be hurting him, would you rather me hurt him?” Loki looks at you, hurt that you don’t appreciate his efforts. “No, no baby, I just didn’t expect this.” You raise the Polaroid to your face and snap the first picture.

“Did you enchant him?” You ask. “Of course, how else do you think that ropes still holding? I made him think he couldn’t break free, and he can’t scream.” You look into Loki’s eyes and you’re amazed at his attention to detail. He’s absolutely insane, but it’s for all the right reasons.

You look down at the crying super soldier, “Do you wanna say something, hmm?” Steve nods vigorously. You unbuckle the strap, letting the ball fall to his chest. “Let me go, I won’t tell anyone about what happened if you guys just let me go now.” You hear Loki stifle a laugh behind you.

You grin at his giggles. “And why would we do that?” You bat your eyelashes at Steve’s pleading eyes. “You’re getting what you deserve.” And you snap another picture of his tear stained face. You reattach the strap to the gag and walk over to Loki. “What did you have in mind?” “I was thinking about getting him on his knees, plugging him.”

You lean down, making eye contact with Steve, “You like it when girls are on their knees, don’t you captain?”. Loki raises his hand, causing Steve to flip over, with his other hand he conjures a large silicone plug. “Oh, we can’t hurt him.” You laugh as Loki changes models.

You snap picture after picture, eventually you started to feel like a snuff director. Steve found himself in many compromising positions. Loki used his magic one more time before you left, Steve wouldn’t remember a second of what happened, but his body would. Just like your body remembers being used by him.

As you’re looking through the collage of photos, spread out on your bed, Loki walks into the room. “I’ve been wondering something. What took so long?” You say, questions your boyfriend. “What do you mean?” He says. “You said it would take a few moments once you got him inside. It took 15 minutes.” You blink at him.

“It took more than I thought to get him to the bed. He wanted to sit on the couch. I had to persuade him to move it to the bedroom.” Loki says, scratching the back of his head. “Plus you agreed not to get jealous.”

“What did you do exactly?” You say, putting away the photos you plan on digitally scanning later. You move back till you’re pressed against the headboard, watching Loki. He transforms back into the beautiful woman from the night before. “I walked up to him, and sat on his lap.” Loki mirrored her spoken actions on you. Sitting on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. “I may have kissed him, like this.”. You gasp when her full lips press against yours. She straddles your legs and grinds herself on your lap. “Then I leaned back and let him touch me, like this.” Loki grabs your hands, running them up and down her sides, feeling the curve of her breasts. You feel yourself get turned on by the sight of her.

“Okay, I’m starting to feel like I didn’t experiment enough in college, I get the idea Lok’.” You say, tapping her thigh to signal to move. “He was practically drooling when he climbed into that bed.” Loki says, shifting back to being male. “I really hope this works and I didn’t pimp my boyfriend out for nothing.”. He cracks up, falling pack into the pillow beside you.

“The look on his face was enough revenge for me. That felt better than fighting him.” Loki says, proud that he chose plan b. “I think you messed him up pretty good. If you hadn’t enchanted him, I know he would have scars from seeing you turn into a dude after sticking his tongue down you throat.” You both burst out into a fit of laughter. Loki was quite literally the god of mischief and you had no qualms about indulging him.

You turn over to look at the guy who changed everything for you, “Gosh, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” You say, petting his long locks. He reaches up and holds your hand, placing a kiss to the palm. “You’re perfect all on your own.”

The next morning, the newsletter made its way to everyone’s inbox. A staff meeting was scheduled instantly. You and Loki strolled in, knowing smiles on your faces. Everyone was smiling, especially Sam, like he was seeing justice in action. Tony started by saying Friday will be working to find the person who sent the newsletter out, even going as far as saying Friday would find the exact copier the photos were scanned on. You knew your home setup was untraceable, there’s a reason you got the internship with Tony. Not only did you pull the god of mischief, but you were a tech guru too.

As you all filed your way out of the room, Loki walked behind Steve, whispering in his ear “I know you liked it.” Steve jerked his head to look at Loki, “What did you say to me?”. You could see his rage emitting from his face. “Oh don’t be coy, everyone saw the photographs, you looked like you were enjoying yourself, that’s all I’m saying.” Loki slithers his way into manipulating Steve. He stomps his way past the group of people trying to exit, looking like a pouting toddler. You and Loki, hold in your laughter as you wait your turn to leave.

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Masterlist!

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Jack Thompson x Reader

Distraction 🌶

Night Shift 🌶

Barney Stinson x Reader

Fixing the Yips 🌶

Adam Warlock x Reader

Firsts Series

Butterflies 🍯🫧 [the first time he told you he had feelings for you]

Kiss Me, You Idiot 🍯 [y/n is Adam’s first kiss]

Tell Me More 🌶🫧 [Adam is aroused for the first time]

Like a Gold Statue 🌶 [y/n helps Adam unwind for the first time]

We’re Okay 🍯 [Adam & y/n disagree for the first time]

Indestructable 🍯🐚 [Adam tells y/n he loves her for the first time]

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Firsts with Minho

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Third Row Back 🌶

Loki x Reader

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Masterlist

18+ Minors DNI

Just assume everything contains smut or adult content.

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Loki

Oneshots

Series

Across the Multiverse (complete)

Practice Makes Perfect (on pause)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Out of My System (In Progress)

The Villain’s Weapon (In Progress)

Part One

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Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Collabs

Whore-O-Ween Spooktacular (with @wheredafandomat )

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You’re All That Matters To Me

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Spencer Reid Masterlist

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Old Friends🩶🤍

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Headcanons🤍

Padame Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Darth Vader

Kylo Ren

Would you?🤍

Poe Dameron

Marvel

Steve Roggers

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

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Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

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Peter Parker (TASM)

Pretty Boy🤍🖤

Peter Parker (MCU)

Miguel O’Hara

Moonknight

Mortal Kombat

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Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Raiden

Bi-Han (Sub-Zero)

Kuai Liang (Scorpion)

Kenshi Takahashi

Syzoth

Shang Tsung

Quenn Sindel

Kitana

Mileena

Misc.

Ethan Landry

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Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Thoughts🤍🖤💜

Charlie Walker

Headcanons🤍🖤

Cillian Murphy

Thomas Shelby

Dave Lizewski (kickass)

Sam Monroe

sweet dreams…

Rory Culkin

Hayden Christensen

The first time pt2🤍

Eddie Munson🤍🖤

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Welcome to the Clandestine F*cks Library A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE

These fics can be read as one-shots or chronologically as a thinly plotted series following Avenger! Loki and Y/N's sexy, secretive liaisons. Whichever you prefer. (PP=Plot point, for the series readers)

This collection list is COMPLETE.

All of them contain smut. Clandestine smut. And sometimes they are funny too.

1. Safe House (w/c 2.2k) 2. Conference Room A (w/c 2.2k) 3. Victory Brunch (w/c 2.3k) 4. Moan for Me (w/c 2.3k) 5. Yield to Me (w/c 2.1k) 6. Truly Desperate (w/c 2.5k) 7. A Touch of Sentiment (w/c 2.5k) 8. Pledge Your Allegiance (w/c 2.5k) [PP] 9. Touch Yourself (w/c 2.3k) 10. A Question of Trust (w/c 2.5k) 11. Denial (w/c 1.3k) 12. The Avengers Expo (w/c 3.4k) [PP] 13. That Little Dress (w/c 2.3k) 14. The Evaluation (w/c 1.9k) [PP] 15. Relax, Darling (w/c 2.5k) 16. Claim Him (w/c 3.2k) 17. Madam, Please (w/c 4.1k) 18. Asgardian Standards (w/c 2.7k) [PP] 19. The Clandestine Council (w/c 3.2k) 20. Dark Corners (w/c 2.8k)

21. Sate Yourself (w/c 2.5k) 22. The Honeytrap (w/c 3.9k) [PP] 23. Asgardianese (w/c 3.7k) [PP] 24. Say My Name (w/c 5k) 25. A Happy Ending (w/c 5.3k) [PP]

Special Editions A Clandestine Christmas (w/c 2.9k) Mystery Caller (pre-part 22) (w/c 600)

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those-late-night-feels · 1 year

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Right Place, Right Time

Part 1

Summary: When Loki saves your daughter, the bond you start to form takes you both by surprise.

Warnings: Slow burn, near death experience.

A/N: Readers, your feedback is always appreciated. As a mother, I wanted to play around with how a relationship could develop in that scenario. More to come.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The first time your heart skipped a beat because of him, there was no warning. In fact, your heart had been pounding incessantly and the jolt you felt was like a heart attack. Distracted, running along the sidewalk chasing after a toddler who thought running away from mommy was a new game, even though you'd sat her down multiple times to explain that it was not a fun game for mommy. One minute you watched as she ran out of the playground, the next you had face planted, tripping over the broken sidewalk as she made her way closer and closer to the busy intersection.

"Someone help!" you yelled, pointing to your little girl. Startled, two men on the corner turned toward your cry, and then to the toddler next to them who had just stepped off the curb. It felt like your soul left your body as you watched the bus barrel down the road in slow motion, one man running in front of the child to stop the bus, the other clutching the little one just in time and bringing her over to you.

Sobbing and shaking, your eyes were only on her, your pride and joy, wiping your cheeks from tears you didn't know escaped.

"Sara, you gave mommy such a scare," you shakily said in between sniffs, arms out, taking your little girl from the man holding her as the other man approached. Your mind was clouded and when you turned to the blonde man to thank them both incessantly, you did a double take. “You’re…you’re…”

“Thor, and this is my brother Loki," he said with a smile, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder. "And we’re happy to have been of assistance. You certainly have your hands full.”

Adjusting the squirmy toddler in your arms, you directed your eyes up to the taller man. He prepared himself for a scream, for an angry shove, for any sort of reaction at all. But you took him by surprise, giving a nervous huff and grabbing his hand.

“It's nice to meet you both. And thank you.” Your eyebrows crinkled in earnestness as he nodded. It felt incredibly silly thinking how gorgeous he was after what you just went through, with other-worldly eyes and deep cheekbones, and his brother interrupted your thoughts. “We do need to get back, will you be ok?” You turned to Thor, shaking your head at your own silliness. Of course, they probably had incredibly important things to attend to.

“Oh yes, we'll be fine. Thank you, again.” Loki slipped his hand from yours, but not before squeezing it in return and giving you the briefest of an understanding look.

They disappeared, and you thought that would be the last time you ever saw the avenger and his alluring brother.

The second time he made your heart flutter, it had been months later and you hadn't thought about him for weeks. The fantasy of the mysterious god was exciting for a time, but the reality of a full-time job and single motherhood made you forget those frivolous thoughts. Weaving through the congested New York crowds, you'd almost passed by him without realizing it, but something in the back of your mind told you to look back.

"Loki?" He turned mid-stride, not placing you immediately, but when the recognition hit, it was evident on his face. "You're back."

He smiled warmly as you adjusted your shoulder bag. "I, uh, didn't get a chance to thank you properly for saving my daughter. Could I, um, buy you a coffee?"

He was quiet while studying your face. Did you have an ulterior motive? He didn't think so. And just when you thought he might not have heard you, he replied, "Yes, I'd like that."

The little cafe around the corner had French bistro chairs and softly played Pink Martini on repeat. Sitting at a table in the corner by the window, a latte for you and a black tea for him, you talked incessantly about yourself, your daughter, your job, while he sat there quietly listening, sipping his tea. A little embarrassed that you had just rambled on and on like a nervous teenager, you drew circles on the rim of your coffee cup. "You don't talk much, do you?"

He chuckled to himself, your words amusing him. "I like listening to you."

Your face turned pink as you looked at your hands, the remnants of your latte sitting at the bottom. "Are you staying here for a while? On earth?"

"For a while, yes."

Nodding, you quietly said, "Good."

He tilted his head upon hearing you. "You might be the only Midgardian to think that."

You shrugged your shoulders in response, not knowing what to say. You weren't dumb, you knew exactly who he was, what he had done, had watched in horror the aftermath of the destruction on TV. The glares, the whispers of others, they weren't subtle. But you also knew he was trying to make amends for his mistakes.

"It's getting late. I need to pick up Sara from daycare."

Adjusting your bag, the two of you walked toward the door. He held it open for you to pass by, taking in his intoxicatingly warm scent. Pausing on the busy sidewalk, you turned toward him. "Um, I know this is kind of silly, but Sara's birthday is next weekend and we're celebrating at that park. If…if you aren't busy…"

His smile was kind and genuine. Were you really asking Loki, god of mischief, to your child's birthday party? But he said thank you, and as you said goodbye you felt his fingertips brush against yours.

The third time your heart fluttered, you hadn't actually expected him to show up to your little girl's birthday party, but a small part of you had hoped, just maybe. Sara was full of smiles, playing on the jungle gym with neighbor kids and snacking on strawberries and pretzel sticks. The squeals of delight when she unwrapped a present and pulled out a mermaid Barbie warmed your heart, exactly what she had wanted. It was thrilling as a mother to hear those happy sounds, see her smiling face on her day and it was a good distraction from wondering if a certain someone would show up. But as you sang "Happy Birthday" and helped her blow out the few candles, the thought gnawing at the back of your mind was that he wasn't going to show. And while you felt the disappointment in the pit of your stomach, it was the nagging thought you had completely embarrassed yourself that truly bothered you. Why in the world had you invited Loki, an ancient god of the universe, the brother of Thor, to your daughter's birthday party? You groaned at the idiocy of it, imagining how he must have been so amused by you, a simple mortal in awe of the Asgardian god. Sighing, you cut slices of birthday cake, handing them out to guests. Holding a forkful of the frosted vanilla cake, you paused mid-bite as clouds rolled in and turned dark. The weather app hadn't mentioned a possible storm. First, there was rumbling thunder, and then the clouds opened up and hundreds of aliens flew out from the opening in the sky.

"Sara…" you called out in warning, picking her up from the picnic table and walking backwards from the activity in front of you. Lasers began to emit from them and your heart thumped in your chest. We need to get out of here. We need to hide.

You turned to run towards the entrance of the park, Sara covering her ears and starting to cry, when you heard your name. Looking up, you saw Loki dressed in a full green and black leather ensemble, running up to you. "What…what's going on?"

"Come with me," he said and grabbed your hand. Clutching on to Sara, the two of you weaved through panicked crowds. Don't let go of his hand!

He dodged falling objects, swerved through oncoming traffic, all while keeping you close. Your legs burned, your feet started to rub raw, but you kept with his pace.

“Only a little farther, darling,” he yelled over his shoulder. “You’re doing great.”

You couldn’t get a word in to reply, your lungs burned and your throat felt like sandpaper, but soon the massive Avengers Tower came into view among the smoke and debris. He took you through the lobby, into a back room, and you tried to catch your breath again while adjusting Sara in your arms. He spoke to a few security guards and then turned to you, never dropping your hand. “Alright, you’ll be safe here. They will take you to a room below and get you settled.”

You looked at him quizzically. “You’re not coming?”

He leaned over to look you in the eye, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Not until this invasion is stopped. I'll come check on you both soon."

The feeling of being left alone somewhere unknown was unsettling, but there was a reason Loki took you here, and that was reassuring. The security guards took you down an elevator to what you could only assume was a safety bunker. Sturdy walls, entertainment units, a full kitchen, and multiple bedrooms, but no windows. You chose a room, laying Sara down on the large mattress as she started to yawn once safely inside.

“Well bug, it's just you and me again.” You rubbed her head and sang soothing songs as she laid down to nap, heart palpitating with every loud blast outside, and soon laid down next to her, the adrenaline of the afternoon wearing off.

When you opened your eyes again, it wasn't from another resounding blast, but to gentle strokes of your hair. Eyelids fluttered as you took in your surroundings, then all at once as he came into focus in front of you, his touch delicate. Opening your mouth, he set a finger to his lips and motioned to your little girl, curled in a ball. He draped a blanket over her, then pulled you up to leave the room and allow her to nap in peace.

"You're hurt," you said when he quietly shut the door and reached up to brush your thumb under a cut on his cheek. "Do you need to have that looked at?"

A smile played on his lips as you looked at the wounds on his face. "I'll heal. Are you hungry?"

You nodded as he reached up to clasp your hand and his fingers latched on yours, pulling you into the kitchen. "Let's see what we can find."

Twenty minutes later, the two of you were eating from a big bowl of spaghetti. He told you about what had happened, how he learned about the coming invasion from Thor, and had instantly thought of you and Sara at that park.

"You've saved Sara twice now. It's like you're her guardian angel."

He smiled to himself, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. "You might be the only creature in the universe to compare me to an angelic being, y/n."

He focused more on the bowl of pasta than you. "I don't really care what people think," you said quietly, resting your hand on his.

He lifted his eyes to yours as you drew circles on his hand with your thumb. Your breath slowed and his jaw relaxed, but you broke contact first, stretching with a sigh. "I should probably get going, wake Sara up and get out of your guy's hair."

His mouth went slack jawed as he hastily got up from the chair. "I wouldn't advise that. You must stay." You paused as he rushed his words. "At least until tomorrow," he said quickly. "They could come back…and I'd be beside myself if I didn't know Sara was safe."

"Loki…thank you, but–" He cut you short, coming up to you and resting a hand on your arm.

"Please," he said softly, looking from one eye to the other. "Just so I know that you…and she…are safe."

His eyes were pleading and you swallowed the lump in your throat, pulse beating faster from his touch.

"I…" you stammered, words lost on you while drowning in his eyes.

"Mama!" You pulled your eyes away, his touch receding as you picked up the little girl running to your arms.

"Hey baby girl," you kissed her cheek and she snuggled into your embrace. "You have a good nap?"

She gave an exaggerated nod, looking around the bunker. "We go home now?"

You could almost swear you heard Loki hold his breath. Looking from her to him, you shook your head. "We're going to stay here tonight, like when we do sleepovers at Grandma's house. Does that sound like fun?"

Again, she gave an exaggerated nod, making curls in your hair with her fingers. "Where's mermaid girl?"

Your lips pressed into a line, remembering the Barbie that was left on the picnic table, along with all of her other birthday presents. "We'll have to get her later, sweet pea."

Sara stuck out her bottom lip. "Did I hear it was someone's birthday today?"

Sara turned her head quickly to Loki, an open mouth smile on her face.

"Watch," he whispered, and placed his hand out in front of her. When he opened his palm, tiny fireworks played among his fingertips. Sara giggled joyfully and clapped her hands. "Now close your eyes–you, too."

He looked at you expectantly, and you gave him a what-are-you-up-to look, but did as you were told. A few seconds passed, and then he said, "Alright, open them."

You heard the squeal of delight before you could open your eyes. "Mermaid girl!"

Before her was the blue and pink plastic mermaid, and she hugged it tightly, wiggling to crawl out of your arms and play with the doll.

"How did you even…" you whispered, but he only gave a smug little grin and watched the little girl explore the room with her new friend. He kept you company that afternoon, him a little more open as he told you stories of growing up on Asgard, the tricks he'd play on Thor, and of course, stories of his mother. Lounging on the couch with your legs tucked under you, you imagined him as the little prince, and how he grew into the man sitting in front of you, and the fluttering in your heart moved down lower to your core.

This new feeling was startling. Yes, you had found him wildly attractive, but it was like staring at a piece of priceless art. It was meant to be displayed in a museum to be marveled by all, not to hang in your living room next to a pile of laundry. You were lost in your own head as he talked, and then there was silence when he cocked his head. "Did I lose you?"

Eyes blinked rapidly as you returned to the present. "Why us?"

"Hmmm?"

"During the invasion today, why did you come back for us? You barely know me…"

He leaned forward and reached for your hand. "Y/n, you don't give yourself enough credit. You've shown me more kindness in the little amount of time I've known you than most of these Midgardians have since I've been here. If anyone deserves saving, it's you."

Your stomach tumbled, your eyes turned down, watching as his palm found yours, fingers slowly weaving together. He saw you and it was all so overwhelming. Feelings like these hadn't been present since Sara's father, and those had long since flown away. No one had truly occupied your mind but Sara for years… Sara…

You looked around the large room to find her playing under a table with her doll and a few items she had gathered while exploring the room. "It's getting late. I should give her a bath and put her to bed."

"Would you like me to go?"

Nibbling your lip, you shook your head, and as you turned to find your daughter, Loki smiled.

Sara was always an easy one to put to bed, like she was just as eager to go to sleep when you said it was time. She laid in bed after playing in the tub and listened as you made up a story about a young boy who lived in a far away land and was different from everyone else, giggling when you told about the tricks he would play on others, but really all he wanted was to be loved.

"I like it here," she whispered and you gave her little kisses on her nose and forehead and eyes, her breathing soon growing heavy with time.

Fifteen minutes later, you quietly shut her door, finding Loki lounging with a book in his hand. The massive hardcover book was propped open on his chest and you tilted your head to read the title.

"The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness…"

He paused, considered your words. "You are full of surprises. You know your Tolstoy."

You smiled, maybe a little proud that you could impress him. "I took some classes on Russian literature in college."

It turned your conversation into a new direction, on books and favorite authors. He pulled a book out of thin air, holding it out to you. A worn green cover and brilliant gold font, you took it, slowly cracking open the cover in your lap. "I think you'll enjoy this one."

You drew your finger over the beautiful script, the delicate pages.

The warmth of his hand met your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his. "Y/n," he paused, his body leaning in, your heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. "Can I kiss you?"

Lips parted, the answer on the tip of your tongue, and then the clobbering of footsteps down the hall, the bellowing of Loki's name, his hand sliding away from your face, the moment gone.

"Loki, there's been another invasion," his brother announced when he found the two of you. "We're needed in London."

Loki sighed, looking from his brother to you. "Please stay here tonight. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He left with a kiss to your hand and more questions swirling in your mind.

Part 2

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**FANFICTION MASTERLIST**

NIGHTS AT THE CIRCUS (Complete) 18+ Avengers!Loki x Reader You encounter Loki after being 'recruited' by the Avengers for your pyrokinesis. The closer you find yourself getting, the further Loki goes to help you uncover the secrets of your past in order to pursue your future. The Chair, Again A Frost Giant's Lullaby

BEAUTY & THE SNAKE PRINCE (Complete) 18+ Prince!Loki x Concubine!Reader After being forced to audition to be the Prince of Asgard's newest concubine, you use your hopeless situation to try and win freedom for your people, but you don't expect to fall for the moody, tortured Prince Loki.

DON'T FEAR THE REAPER (Complete) 18+ Soft!Dom!Loki x Magic!Reader Cursed with the power to kill with a single touch, S.H.I.E.L.D. deems you a high-level threat until Loki intercedes on your behalf, betting that under his guidance, you can bring your gifts under control within a year.

Déchiré: An Avengers’ Lust Story (On Hiatus) 18+ Loki x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Steve x Bucky You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.

Time & the Trickster (Loki/Doctor Who Crossover) (In Progress!) eventual Loki x Reader; hinted Ten x Rose One final effort to prevent his sacrifice at the TVA sends Loki careening through the Timelines until he finds what may be the strangest one of all. His only hope comes in the form of the first person he meets, who suggests a mysterious mad Doctor might be his only chance to return home.

A Song for the Fallen (In Progress!) 18+ Bucky x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader After your new husband is Snapped out of existence and leaves you pregnant with his child, Steve Rogers takes it upon himself as a final duty to his best friend to support you for the duration...until he falls in love with you himself. Five years later, just as you're finally ready to marry the Captain, Bucky returns, expecting his beloved wife to fall into his arms.

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Our Mrs. Loki (Part 1 of 2) Old Mrs. Loki (Part 2 of 2)

The Birds They Put in Cages (Part 1 of 2) No Net Ensnares Me (Part 2 of 2)

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