#Loki broken promises

[springdandelixn]

Missed Chances and Broken Promises - Part I

Summary: Choices have been made and the consequences must be endured.

Warnings: Angst—that's my warning

Characters: Loki x F!Reader

A/N: I started out on tumblr waaaaay back but it was only October last year that people started reading my work and those people are my fellow Loki lovers. BCD was such a hit when I first released it and it was an angst piece that, I am confident to say, broke some hearts. So here's another as my special day approaches, my gift to you people who have brought me where I am today. Thank you! ❤️

p.s. This is a continuation of my Loki University AU fics Secret Serenade and Study Buddy.

Your feedbacks and reblogs would be very much appreciated. Enjoy! ❤️

Leaning his back against the headboard of his bed, Loki closes his eyes and murmurs back to himself the lecture he’s been reading for the past hour. 

Exam week is over for most of the students in the university, and he should be amongst the them, partying the nights away to celebrate a job well done. But a night of staying up late to help you study caused him to sleep through his alarm and miss the last test he was supposed to take the morning after. 

It was worth it. He told himself after scheduling a make-up test with his professor. You passed, and to him, that was most important. And he couldn’t be any prouder to have all your hard work paid off. Definitely worth it. 

The knock on his door takes him by surprise, his forehead creasing in annoyance for disturbing his time to review. He told the other to keep it down, to not bother him for tonight. Even getting into an argument with Sam when he decided to blast the speakers in the living room, the squabble only subsiding if his brother, Thor, and Steve didn’t interfere.

He keeps his eyes closed, hoping that if he ignores whoever is on the other side that they would get the message, go away, and leave him alone. But they don’t, the knock only becoming more insistent this time, Loki inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm the irritation bubbling within when he hears his brother’s voice.

“Go away, Thor,” Loki calls from his bed. “I specifically requested to not be disturbed.”

“But brother—someone here wants to see you.” He responds, amusement evident in his voice.

He groans and then rolls his eyes as he gets out of bed. “Well, did you tell them I was—” He starts, ready to throw his brother away, but his voice dies in his mouth when his eyes land on you standing beside his brother.

“I did tell her that you were busy but she was pushy.” Thor chuckles, his hand playfully resting atop your head. “And you know I can never say no to this lady.” He adds. 

“Sorry, Lo.” You giggle and jokingly nudge Thor with your elbow. “I was hoping to talk to you for a bit.” You reason, mirth present in your eyes. “I promise to be quick then I can get out of your hair.” The smile you give him makes his breath hitch. 

“I—” He gets flustered, his hands turning sweaty at your unexpected visit.

“Maybe we should wait til he’s finished studying.” Thor offers, Loki suddenly going into a surge of panic as he darts his eyes from his brother and then at you. “You can join me and the boys for a game of beer pong while you wait—that is, if you’re up for it.” He doesn’t know why but the smirk his brother gives you makes his blood boil. “Natasha’s stopping by as well.”

“That won’t be necessary, brother.” Loki butts in, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly when both pairs of eyes land on him. He faces you. “I can be bothered for a few minutes.” He says with a nod, pushing his door open and gesturing for you to walk in.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to intru—”

“It’s fine, darling.” Loki smiles, his hand slightly twitching before he pushes his confidence to the front and reaches out to take your hand in his. “Please, you know you’re welcome any time.”

“Great! Because I would have been really sad if you kicked me out.” You kid before giving Thor’s hand a light pat and taking it off your head. “I might have time to beat your ass at beer pong later, big guy.” Thor laughs at your playful taunt. 

“Oh, but I was practicing.” He grins before facing his brother. “Don’t keep her too long, brother. Or you can—up to you.” Loki could feel his face heat up when Thor winks at him, not missing the innuendo he sent his way. He waves his brother away to which Thor holds his hands up in defense before leaving the both of you. 

Loki keeps his eyes on his brother’s back before focusing his attention completely on you, a smile gracing his lips as he leads you into his room and closes the door. 

He loves how comfortable you are in his space, immediately hopping onto his bed and grabbing the notebook he dropped atop the sheets, flicking through the pages. Loki could feel his heart beating at a quick pace, his mind going blank as all he could see and think of is you underneath his sheets and waking up to your face every morning for the rest of his days. 

“How’s the studying going?” Your question pulls him out of his thoughts and he smiles when you pat the space beside you, moving to take a seat and curling his arm around your waist when you cuddle closer to him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dropping by?” He asks, his fingers lightly tapping your side. “I could have just gone over to your dorm.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” You say, glee lacing your voice. “Besides, Wand has Vision over and you don’t want to hear what they do behind closed doors.” He laughs upon seeing you cringe, taking the chance to lean his body against yours and pull you closer. “Oh, and I got you this.”

Loki keeps his eyes on you when you hop out of his bed, leaning over his desk and opening a bag he didn’t notice you carrying earlier. Curiosity mares his face then surprise when you pull out a bottle of tequila from inside your pack. 

“What’s this?” He asks.

“It’s an apology present.” You utter, bouncing back to sit beside him and thrusting the bottle in his hands. “I know you missed your test because of me and I wanted to make it up to you.” 

He looks at the bottle, hands caressing the glass while his thumb runs over the label. 

“I know it’s not what you’re used to,” You begin and he looks up at you, the shy smile on your face making his heart feel full. “but it’s the best one I could find within the budget, and around the area.”

“It’s fine. I like it.” He says.

“Liar.” You tease and grab the bottle from his hands, twisting the cap open before tossing it at his desk.

“No really. I do.” Loki grins and takes the bottle back in his hands. “Thank you, darling.”

The blush creeping up your neck and face doesn’t go unnoticed, Loki reaching up to caress your face, his thumb gently rubbing circles against the apple of your cheek. His breath catches in his throat when you take his hand and lean against his touch. Instinctively, he scoots closer, pulling his leg up to the bed and chuckling when you suddenly sit between his thighs.

“Well go on.” You blurt out, his eyes remaining on your face when you give his hand a light nudge. “Drink it. Then I’ll drink next.”

He stares at the bottle and then lifts it to his lips. It couldn’t be that bad. He thinks. All tequilas taste the same. But as the amber liquid slides down his throat, he couldn’t have been more wrong. He coughs after taking a swing, his face turning sour then shuts his eyes tight before repeatedly swallowing his saliva to rid the acrid taste from his mouth.

“Ugh—That’s delicious.” He grunts.

“You’re such a liar, Odinson.” He catches you rolling your eyes when he opens his, relieving himself of the liquor when you grab it from him and take a sip yourself.

“Are you alright?” Loki asks, laughter escaping his lips when you begin coughing all the same. Loki takes the bottle from you and carefully discards it at the foot of his bed before placing his hand on your back and rubbing circles against it to help ease your obvious discomfort.

“You’re right.” You heave and face Loki. “That tasted great.”

“Best tequila you ever had?” He asks sarcastically.

You laugh. “The best.”

“Loki?” 

The memory suddenly fades and he’s transported back into the present when he feels a hand carefully rest against his thigh. He blinks and faces Clarice who looks at him with worry etched on her face. “Are you alright, dear?” She inquires. “You seem to have drifted off for a second there.”

He looks around and takes in his surroundings. He’s in her—their apartment—the atmosphere warm and inviting with the aroma of the scented candles filling the living room. Yes, as comforting as it feels, Loki can’t seem to find a sense of belonging despite living there for almost a year. 

“Ah, yes—” He turns back to his girlfriend, pushing away the uncertainty that looms over him. “The tequila just reminded me of something.” He says, eyes drifting down to the tumbler he’s nursing against his knee, the ice of his drink already melted, diluting the alcohol.

“Oh?” There’s curiosity in her voice, Loki moving on the couch when she takes a seat beside him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders when she scooches closer and rests her head against his shoulder. “It must have been something special for you to lose yourself in it.” She says.

It was. He tells himself, for that’s the truth. 

Every moment he spent with you, even before you both shared that kiss on the beach, he treasured. Especially the ones where you both weren’t bound by the expectations of relationships, simply being friends yet also so much more. How you both tip-toed around your feelings for one another. Each memory engraved, not only in his head but in his heart.

But all of that is now in the past and he refuses to reminisce and dwell in a time that no longer matters, that no longer exists. There’s nothing to be had living in the past, nothing to be gained from missing what had already happened and thinking about what could have been for he’s already made his choice.

So he does what he does best. 

“Really, darling. It was nothing important.” He lies.

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[springlibrary]

Missed Chances and Broken Promises Masterlist

—Loki x Reader

Summary: Choices have been made and the consequences must be endured.

Warnings: None. Just angst.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

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[anundyingfidelity]

FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

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GEN MASTERLIST!

It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

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[last-herondale]

Almost

Bucky Barnes x FemReader!

Angst, heartbreak, longing, unrequited love

Hello! It’s been a while, but here is my Bucky fic that I promised from my poll!

The night air was cool and crisp against your skin. The wind was blowing slightly, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to cause stray pieces of your hair to swirl into the night as you leaned on the balcony of the Avenger’s tower. You could hear the music from the party inside, its rhythmic beat softly booming from within. It was Steve’s birthday party and it was a lively event that you, Nat, Sam, Bucky, and surprisingly Tony, had spent weeks planning. The guardians had flown in for the occasion, as well as Carol and Thor, who had Loki in tow with him. The night started off simple enough with a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was just Steve, Bucky, Nat, Sam, and yourself at dinner while Tony was busy finishing the party preparations with Bruce.

You had wondered if dinner would be awkward at all. It had been 10 months since Bucky and Nat had broken up, and it had been a strenuous ordeal for the whole team. Nat had broken it off with Bucky, for personal reasons she had told you in confidence. You knew they had had problems during their relationship, problems mostly stemming from their mutual inability to be there for each other emotionally. It was a tough reality to face, for both of them. You often felt like the bridge between the two of them, being the one that both parties were able to confide in. It was hard to be impartial to either side.

On one hand, Natasha was your best friend. She had been ever since you joined the team. She had been dating Bucky when you first joined the team, and your friendship only seemed to strengthen once they broke up. You loved Nat, and treasured her friendship more than anything in the world. You were very surprised when she told you that she started seeing Bruce Banner a few months ago. Even though Bruce seemed like the opposite of Bucky, in all accounts she seemed very happy with him. And you were happy that she was happy…

But on the other hand, there was Bucky. He had been devastated by the breakup. He had wanted nothing more than to drown away his sorrows in booze and fill his nights with endless distractions. You had been very surprised when he had called you one night, asking if you wanted to hang out with him and Steve. Nat had been out with Banner that night, and the tower felt lonelier than usual, so you agreed.

The three of you had spent the night drinking and playing darts. It had been a fun night of laughter and jokes. You were almost glad to see Bucky as he once was, happy and carefree, but as the night wore on, and Steve tapped out around 4 am, it was just the two of you left at the bar. The two of you just sat at the bar, sipping the last of your drinks when you asked him how he was doing.

His facade had slipped away, the smile he had forced all night was gone, and instead he put his head down and let out violent sobs of anguish. “I miss her, god, she was…everything.”

It broke your heart to see him so miserable. You never knew he was in such a poor state. It had been 7 months since they had broken up at that point, and as far as you or Nat knew, he hadn’t seemed like he was upset about it. Why he decided to be so open in front of you… you couldn’t understand. But you comforted him, as best as you could. You stayed with him all night, agreed to take a walk with him and let him vent to you until the sun came up. When he finally passed out on your couch at the avengers tower, he woke up hours later and left without a word.

You thought that was the end of it. That it was just one drunk night that had him so emotional, but then he called again. And again. And again. Hanging out with Bucky started to become a normal part of your routine. Half of the time it was always with Steve, the three of you hanging out. But then Bucky would want to hang out with just you. Mostly you both would talk, sometimes drink, sometimes watch a movie or even sing some karaoke once the liquor started to hit. It was…nice.

You had made sure it was okay with Nat, of course. Asking her if she was bothered by you hanging out with her ex, but Nat seemed undisturbed.

“It seems like he needs a friend, and I know I haven’t been around for you a lot lately either. I’m okay with this, really. Whatever it is— and whatever it becomes.”

Despite your many assurances that nothing was going to happen between you and Bucky, Nat just brushed it off and teased you further about it. She was in a really good place with Banner and she seemed genuinely thrilled with the idea of you and Bucky becoming an item.

The idea had crossed your mind a time or two. Mostly when you were very intoxicated and alone with Bucky. It was hard not to be drawn in by the beauty of him. You’ve caught yourself staring at his arms when he was throwing darts more times than you’d care to admit, and whenever he would throw his arm around you in a fit of laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter.

Getting to know him on a deeper level made the idea of not wanting him even harder to deny. He was still very much hung up on Nat, that was clear, but whenever he let himself be vulnerable and he talked about his past and the things that haunted him, you couldn’t help but feel connected to him in a way that you hadn’t felt with others. Everything about him seemed to be drawing you in. It was a maddening cycle trying to stop yourself from catching feelings, but it was one you fought for the longest time.

Until tonight. The party had been the biggest eye opener to you since you started being friends with Bucky. Dinner was not an awkward affair, much to your surprise. Nat and Bucky were cordial with each other at the dinner table, even sharing a few laughs as you sat between them.

“How have you been James?” Nat asked. Bucky gave her a small smile. “I’ve been alright. I heard about you and Banner, congrats by the way.” Banner had proposed to Nat a few weeks ago. To your surprise Bucky had taken it rather well.

“Thank you, we are very happy,” Nat beamed. She gave you a quick glance and smiled. “Have you seen anyone Buck?” You opened your mouth to protest to Nat, but Bucky just laughed.

“I have been talking to someone for a little while now.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. This was the first you had heard of this. You kept a steady grin on your face as he continued talking. You thought you saw Nat flash you a Quick Look, but it was so fast you could have thought you had imagined it.

“Well, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you Buck,” Natasha smiled.

“Yeah, we’ve only been on a few dates but so far it’s been going well.”

The rest of the dinner felt like a strange blur. You remember sitting there, you remember eating, and you remember getting into the car to head back to the tower where the surprise party was, but any other detail of the night faded away into nothing.

Why did it bother you so much? You had no right to lay claim to all of Bucky’s attention. The two of you were friends, and nothing more. You had set that boundary yourself, for yourself to stop yourself from getting hurt. But then again, you had never gotten as close to anyone as you had with Bucky. There had been people in the past, those you thought had the potential to hold your heart, but nothing ever worked out with them.

When the party returned to the tower, an uneasiness settled deep into your stomach as people began to arrive. You tried your best to distract yourself with trivial tasks such as handing out drinks, messing with decorations, or just following Sam around and letting him talk your ear off. But as the party grew, so did the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Who was this girl? Would she be here tonight? Would you be able to handle it if she was?

As these thoughts were swirling around your head, you decided that maybe it was time to talk to Nat about your feelings. You searched around wildly for any sign of her or Banner but came up empty. You saw Bucky momentarily, he was talking with Steve and your eyes met for a single moment but you quickly looked away. You needed air.

So, that’s when you stepped out of the party and had been hiding ever since. You sent a text to Nat to meet you outside whenever she could. You stood there a bit, swirling the drink in your hand and enjoying the breeze on your flushed cheeks. You heard the sliding door open and you turned expecting to see Nat.

“I need to talk to— oh, hey,” you caught yourself and pitched your voice higher as Bucky closed the door behind him.

“Hey, doll,” He said, his usual playful tone was a bit strained, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, a bit too quickly, “I, uh, just needed some air.”

You moved a bit from your spot as he came to stand beside you. The smell of his cologne hit your nose as he sidled up next to you on the balcony, the leather of his jacket brushing against your arm momentarily. Your chest felt like it was contracting, being so close to him. As if the proximity alone was enough to unravel your whole being.

“How are you enjoying the party?” You choke out, refusing to look him in the eye, focusing instead on the city skyline below.

“It’s fine,” he began cautiously. It seemed, “It would be better if you would talk to me though.”

Your back stiffened at his words. You said nothing and yet he continued. “You’ve hardly said a word since dinner and we both know that isn’t normal. You didn’t even laugh when Sam made fun of Banner’s bowtie in the car.”

“Yes I did,” you said weakly.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, can you at least look me in the eyes?”

It was the brokenness in Bucky’s voice that made you turn to face him finally. His eyes were searching yours, trying to read every detail from your face. You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

“Please, just tell me what’s wrong,” he begged quietly.

You opened your mouth, wanting to answer him, wanting to take away his discomfort at this moment, but the aching of your heart prevented words from coming out.

A choked out noise came from your lips just as the sliding door opened.

“—and I told him, I said—- oh hey!” Scott Lang said in a slur of words, having some unfamiliar guy in tow behind him.

“This are my buddies! Barnes and—“

“Leave Lang. Now.” Bucky said with icy venom.

You didn’t have to look to know that Bucky’s cold tone was enough to do the job as the door slammed shut again.

You wished you could follow Scott out of the situation, but you couldn’t. You took a deep breath, summoned your courage, and downed your drink in one fell swoop.

You shut your eyes right and clenched your jaw a moment as the liquor burned down your throat.

“I’m in love with you.”

The silence that followed there after was deafening. You opened your eyes and looked at Bucky. His expression was soft, his eyes a bit wide with the information, but there wasn’t any hint of anger or disgust.

“I…” he began, “I don’t deserve that.”

His eyes finally looked away from you, as if it was his turn to be embarrassed. His turn to feel ashamed.

“Look, you’ve been everything to me lately. You’ve put up with me when other people wouldn’t— when other people haven’t. You’ve cared for me, truly cared… and it’s lit a fire in my soul again. A fire I thought would forever be extinguished when Nat—- when we broke up.”

His eyes flickered towards you for a moment here and there. You held a steady gaze out towards the balcony, letting his words sink in as you felt your heart shudder at each word.

“I owe you more than I could ever pay back, and that’s why I know— I know I don’t deserve you.”

Suddenly your felt his bare fingers under your chin, his hand gently tilting you gaze to him. Tears fell down silently and touched his hand.

“Listen to me, okay, please,” he begged, his voice catching slightly, “I love you. Okay? I love you, I do. But you deserve more than me. You deserve someone whole, someone who has all the love you give them in turn equally back to you, and then some. I want what’s best for you, and I know deep down that I am not that.”

You did everything in your power to not turn into a whimpering mess, you held his gaze, ignoring the tears. You took a ragged breath and moved your chin enough for him to drop his hand.

“Tell me about her.”

Bucky sighed and put his hands in his pocket.

“She’s nice. Has her own issues, but she’s more like me. Broken like me.”

You nodded, wiping at your face in vain. The tears kept coming, even if you didn’t feel sad. Even though you were pissed.

“I’m happy for you,” you said as happily as possible. You took a step towards the door but he moved in front of you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Wait, please.”

You didn’t fight him. You met his gaze in defiance and you swore you could have seen a smile creep on his lips.

“There she is,” he murmured.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at him. Even though a million emotions were running through your mind at the moment, the idea staying mad with him never stuck for long. Even now.

“I need you to know how much I care about you. I need you to understand that. If you hate me for it afterward then I can live with it,” you opened your mouth to tell him you could never hate him but he kept going as if to purposefully stop you.

“I would still be in a very dark place if it wasn’t for you. I value your life significantly more than mine. I would die for you, I would kill for you. You are everything to me and more and I am so honored to be loved by you. I treasure you, I adore you, but I am no good for you. Please understand that. You deserve so much more than I have to offer. And I would hate myself if I broke your heart. And I would. I already have. And I hate myself.”

Suprisingling the tears stopped. You looked at Bucky and studied his face. He was sincere. He was broken, that you already knew. He had more ghosts than anyone else could ever imagine, and past that haunted him daily. But he was Bucky. And he was kind and he was gentle, and he was fierce and loyal.

And you loved him.

That feeling would not easily go away, no matter how much Bucky might wish for it to. But you decided then that you would hold onto that feeling for now. Even though he warned you, had told you he did not want anything further. It would be harsh. It would be devastating. It would be soul crushing.

But it would be yours.

“I think I need some time.”

That was all you said further. His hands dropped from your shoulders and you walked back into the fray of the party. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked through the lobby. People were dancing and drinking and laughing and having a blast. You walked past them all, not paying them any mind. Nat found you, tried to talk to you but you just brushed her off as you found the elevator.

You held yourself straight. Composed. Even when the door to the elevator closed and you were alone. Even when you walked down your corridor and found your way into your dark apartment. It wasn’t until you changed from your party clothes into your sleepwear, curled up in your bed, alone in the dark, that you began to cry.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

I got a little inspiration from Percy Jackson, if you haven’t read/watched it dw you don’t have to.

Reader who was claimed by a god in the series (maybe Loki for shits and giggles) and getting sent to the ror world.

Reader doesn’t confront their god parent counterpart and settles with the humans but somehow the warriors are gods find out. Especially if they found out about many Demi gods not getting claimed because the gods irresponsibility or that Loki “technically” readers biological parent, maybe he holds that against everyone else.

I’m not super well versed in this series, but I am getting into it, I had no idea there were so many books for it! Let alone the one movie that I have seen and the new series coming out. I did my best with what you provided for me.

-It had been strange for you, learning you were a demi-god, a child of a god- of Loki himself. It was a process to learn that the man who raised you was not your biological father, but he was still your papa.

-When you had been claimed as Loki’s child there were many who were quite shocked, as you had been his only child- he was one who didn’t go around like some of the others.

-You learned about that side of the world, the world of what you had only learned was mythology, and the other demi-gods like you.

-There were many who were demi-gods, but many had not been claimed by their parent, for one reason or another, something that did break your heart, as all children should know their true parent, at least to be acknowledged.

-To you, the bigger shock was falling through a portal and landing in Valhalla itself! However, the gods you came across were not the ones you recognized, they looked different and some acted different.

-Many were welcoming to you, learning about you and the world you came from, learning of all the demi-gods- the children of their counterparts.

-Many were stunned to learn that not many of their counterparts wanted to claim their children, some finding it too much of a hassle, some were the result of a broken promise to not have any more children, and other reasons.

-Loki was overjoyed, hugging you from behind when you revealed that your parent god actual did claim you, and it was him!

-Loki was relentless, being such a gremlin to the other gods, “This is my child- do you know who your children are?” you found him to be amusing, finding it funny that he was such a gremlin as other gods wanted to find their own children in your world, claiming them so they could be brought to this world to be taken care of properly, to learn about their abilities and grow up in a safe environment.

-You felt warm, seeing the difference between this world and your old world, seeing so many of the gods wanted to find and claim their children.

-Loki was a character- he was funny, sarcastic, always pulling pranks and he wanted you to join in with him, something Odin was praying that you wouldn’t- hoping that would be karma for Loki, that you wouldn’t be a prankster like him.

-The day you pranked Loki, with a well-planned and throughout prank using rubber ducks hidden everywhere, was the day he hugged you close, comically crying that he was so proud of you, “My baby is a prankster!!”

-Odin could only hold his face in his hands, dread filling him as he didn’t want to deal with two pranksters as Loki cackled maniacally, holding your hand as he dragged you along to some bonding.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki

[talesofesther]

tangle me in all your broken pieces (and watch me stay) | ch 2

Loki x Reader

Series Summary: An Asgardian god has just threatened your planet and you were called in to provide a little help. What you didn't expect was to develop a strange soft spot for said god, who hid more pain behind his cold facade than you thought possible.

A/N: I'm not sure if I completely like how this turned out. It feels a lot like a filler chapter, but nonetheless, a very necessary one. Next chapter will be more interesting and have more of Loki as we head into the main plot, I promise. <3

Word count: 4k

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Fury screamed, he dragged you by the arm all the way into Banner's laboratory—nearly making you stumble on your own feet as you struggled to keep up with him—where Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and Thor, stood waiting.

You shook yourself off of his grasp, huffing angrily and adjusting your black cardigan over your shoulders. Everyone's eyes were on you, but they kept silent. Your chest heaved with adrenaline. With your sleeve, you brushed away the trail of blood under your nose.

"One minute you tell me you just want to talk, and wouldn't take any risks," Fury kept his tone loud, gesturing with his hands to where he'd just dragged you out of the room Loki was kept in. "And the next, I look at the cameras and what do I see? You're standing in front of him, inside the damn cage."

You gritted your teeth, breathing sharply through your nose. Your eyes were downcast, and you felt like a child being reprimanded for misbehaving.

You stole a single glance at Tony, who stood just a few steps behind Fury. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his lips hung open and he shook his head with indignance. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea of what could've happened?"

"Give me one single reason as to why I shouldn't send you home. Right. Now." Fury spoke with finality, both hands resting on his waist expectantly. He was fuming, you doubt you'd ever seen him this angry.

You knew you had been reckless, unbelievably so; in deciding to ditch the rules and simply take Loki's fate and mind into your own hands. But his pain had spoken louder then. And damn your heart, maybe it still does.

"I was right," you stated, raising your chin and quirking an eyebrow at Fury. "Loki's mind was being controlled. Not completely, but he wasn't the only one there. Something else was twisting his thoughts and pushing him into doing what he was doing." You took a step closer to him, sparing a glance at every person in the room before focusing back on Fury. "I. Fixed. It. You're welcome."

Fury scoffed, a small, slightly mocking smile coming to his lips. "Oh, you fixed it? Just snatched the bad out of him then?"

"There was an enchantment, a connection to the same person who tortured him into obedience,"

"Tortured?" You heard Thor wonder quietly.

"I reached into his mind and severed it, just like you brought me here to do." You finished.

"I brought you here to fix the people he messed up, our people. Not him," Fury argued back, again pointing a finger toward Loki's general direction in the Helicarrier.

"So is he not worth saving?" You asked quietly, tilting your head slightly sideways with furrowed brows. It was rhetorical, and he knew. You held his gaze for a while longer, daring; until you turned to look at Loki's scepter that now rested on a table near the windows; "the plague in his mind came from that," you nodded towards the weapon, "I suggest you get it as far away from us as possible, it's not worth the trouble."

"It- it makes sense," Bruce spoke up for the first time, adjusting his glasses as he took a single step forward. "Loki had used the scepter to mind control people, it's not farfetched to think he would be under the same fate." He shrugged.

You met his eyes and gave him a grateful nod, noticing the way Natasha also raised a brow in agreeance.

The tension inside the laboratory lay thick in the air, conflicting opinions charged it with electricity and gave you goosebumps. You crossed your arms over your chest to create some sense of self-reassurance. "When I freed Loki's mind, I cut his connection to the alien army he would bring to Earth. He has no means of doing it now, no location to open a portal to. It's over."

There was a beat of silence, everyone exchanged curious glances with each other. Yet you could see Bruce breathing out a sigh of relief, a smirk appearing on Tony's face as he gave you a sneaky wink, and a new look of concern crossing Thor's face.

Fury was still very much pissed at your actions, but as he glared at you, you could feel just a smidge of pride in there too.

"I'm sorry," you said, voice gentle. "I did what I felt was right."

Tony came up to you then, he laid a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. "Good job, but never do something like that again. Or you're gonna give him a heart attack," he gestured at Fury, who only told him off with a gesture of his hand.

All you did was close your eyes and nod. You couldn't know if your decision had actually been the right call or not, but what was done was done.

And when Clint and the others attacked the Helicarrier, you were able to free their minds pretty easily before too much damage was done. Clint was lightheaded and tired, but he knew enough to point agents to the location where Selvig was being held. The dust started to settle then.

─── ·❆· ───

Now that Loki's plan was no longer a threat, the scepter had already been moved to a facility on the other side of the ocean, and the Tesseract had been recovered, the only problem that remained was; what to do with Loki.

You sat at the round glass table in the Helicarrier's main control room, sunken in your chair and fumbling with the long sleeves of your cardigan while your teammates discussed Loki's fate. You tried to keep to yourself, feeling as if you had already drawn too much attention today as is.

You couldn't help but notice the different energy in the room, however; all the other agents walking about and between the rows of computers were much calmer than they had been this morning. The glow of a setting sun seeped through the huge main windows at the front with an air of tranquility.

This was your doing, at least partially. You'd always been one for helping people, but never at the expense of your own safety. Yet today you'd put that on the line, and it turned out okay. It began to feel selfish that you'd kept your abilities to yourself for so long, when maybe you could be using them for good.

The god of mischief himself had been… quiet. Strangely quiet. You kept glancing at the displayed image of him near the control panels; he still sat on that same bench inside the glass cage, slumped against the wall, and staring at nothing. It brought more questions than answers to you—for a second you panicked with the thought that you'd somehow broken his mind, but then you remembered who he was, a god. Part of you wished you could go in there again to see him. Of course, that was most definitely not an option anymore.

You still couldn't place why you cared about what would happen to him at all. You came, and you fixed people's minds. Your work here was done.

So why did you feel like it wasn't?

Thor was in the middle of an argument with Fury about how his brother was, in fact, not evil incarnate when you finally spoke up; "Why not keep him here?"

There was silence, and everyone's eyes were immediately on you again. You cursed under your breath. You should probably start thinking before you speak.

"Excuse me, I thought we'd just agreed on no more shit ideas from you," Tony pointed a finger at you as he spoke, with an eyebrow raised at your audacity.

You shrugged, "It's just a thought, okay? Loki sees humans as below him, he wanted to rule over our planet," you reasoned, "Well, make him learn his lesson here, live in our shoes, and see that he's not above us."

Tony narrowed his eyes at you, "Have you been drinking?"

You gave him the middle finger with a deadpan look.

"I must agree with the lady," Thor finally spoke again, his gaze cautiously shifting from you, to Tony, to Fury, "It was only after I was stranded here on Earth that I truly understood the purpose of being worthy."

"And how exactly do you suppose we do that?" Fury scoffed, leaning back on his chair, "Keep him on a leash, tell him to sit down, and just hope he doesn't retaliate?"

"That would be a sight," Natasha mumbled against the rim of the coffee mug she held, before taking a sip.

Thor seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, and then; "I can speak to my father, Odin, he should be able to help with keeping Earth safe from Loki's tricks."

"Am I the only one who feels a little uneasy about allowing the guy who just threatened to bring an army to our planet, to stay?" Steve looked from one end of the table to the other, gauging everyone's reactions.

"No, you are not," Fury spoke matter of factly, making sure to throw you a glare in the process.

"I for one want him as far away as possible," Clint grumbled from his place leaning against the wall.

"I don't love the idea either," Bruce joined in for the first time since you all sat down, "But she singlehandedly prevented a possible war, people," he gestured toward you, "I think it's worth considering her idea."

You sat up straighter, leaning your elbows on the table, "I can keep an eye on him myself if you let me. I'm pretty sure I would be able to feel it if he tried anything more… severe."

Everyone exchanged glances in silence, all of them holding the same apprehension.

"I shall speak with my father," Thor decided, "And if he assures me that Loki would not be a threat if he were to stay, then you can decide."

─── ·❆· ───

When Thor came back with the news that Odin would, in fact, be able to completely strip Loki of his powers for an undetermined amount of time, things were pretty straightforward from there.

Without his seiðr, Loki would be like any other human. Easy enough to contain. So with a bit of united convincing from both yourself and Thor that the best course of action would be to keep Loki here, on Earth, so he could serve his sentence living amongst the very people he wished to rule over, your teammates eventually—albeit some of them begrudgingly—relented.

Loki's progress would be tracked and monitored regularly, and he'd only be able to leave Earth once he atoned for his mistakes and the lives he took. You'd maybe even go as far as calling it a rehabilitation program—though he'd probably actually kill you if you told him that.

Fury was not exactly pleased, you could feel the tension flowing off of him when the decision was made, but he wasn't totally opposed either. The fact that he would also be keeping a close eye on Loki was a given. More than anything, he didn't like the idea of you being involved, yet you suddenly had the urge to prove to him that you could handle this, that you were capable of it.

And Tony was… a whole other story.

"No. Nope. And have I said… absolutely not?" He spoke matter-of-factly, putting on his sunglasses even though he was still inside the Helicarrier, more specifically in the kitchen.

"Think about it, Tony," you followed after him as he opened cabinet after cabinet, looking for the mugs. "Your tower is the safest building in all of New York, if there is a right place for us to keep an eye on him, while also making sure he actually goes out and sees our world, it's there." You opened the cabinet to your left and pulled out a mug, handing it to Tony.

He paused, looking from the mug, to you, and back to the mug before snatching it from your hand. "All I'm hearing is that you wanna bring a lunatic, self-absorbed diva into my home."

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes. "I told you, I'll be the one watching him, don't you trust me?"

Tony filled his mug to the brim with black coffee and then turned to you, raising his sunglasses. "You said it yourself, you're not the hero type." He stepped closer, observing you, "You once told me you wanted nothing to do with this world, with your abilities even." He paused, looking you straight in the eye, "What changed?"

Your lips hovered yet no words came out. You didn't know. He was right, this wasn't your world. Risking your life for the sake of others was not you. And yet you felt this pull on your heartstrings every time you so much as thought about all the pain you'd felt inside Loki; all the memories, the torture, and the cries for help that no one answered.

You realized that perhaps the reason why you cared about Loki's fate, was because if not you, it seems like there would be no one who would. Not even Thor, not in the way Loki needed.

A sigh went past your lips. "You don't know what I saw when I was in his mind, Tony. What happened to him, I-" You briefly avoided his eyes, shrugging halfheartedly. "He's hurting, I just want to give him a chance." Stark knew you too well, there was no point in lying.

A low groan escaped Tony and he took a generous sip of his coffee, "Damn you and your heart and those puppy eyes," he mumbled, then said more clearly; "Alright, if we're doing this, it's on you, you hear me? You're gonna be responsible for him, if he hurts someone, or worst of all, damages my tower, I'm holding you accountable."

You grimaced and nodded once, holding back a chuckle; "You make it sound like I'm adopting a feral cat."

Tony raised a finger at you, "Keep that thought, treat it like it, and you might just succeed."

─── ·❆· ───

The sun was high and bright in the sky when you landed the quinjet on an empty, grassy field where the Allfather himself would come to see Loki. You sat on one side of the jet, beside Fury; Thor and Loki sat on the other side, the latter wearing handcuffs and a muzzle; Tony was in the driver's seat.

Even though Loki couldn't speak, he glared at you the whole way. His piercing gaze made the entire trip a complete nightmare because you couldn't relax at all.

But at last, you had arrived. The back doors of the jet lowered open, allowing for the bright sunlight to seep in and make you squint until your eyes adjusted.

You walked out first, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in as soon as your boots touched the grass. The smell of trees and the sunlight on your skin had never felt so good after being cooped up inside an airship for so long.

Your teammates followed after a moment later, Thor guiding Loki by the arm. The brothers walked ahead on the extensive field while you, Tony, and Fury hung a few steps back. No words were exchanged, the only acknowledgment given was a shared nod between Thor and Fury.

There was a sudden burst of light coming from the sky that made you flinch, and when it disappeared—leaving an intriguing burnt mark on the grass in its wake—Odin and Frigga stood before Thor and Loki. Even from a little far away, you could feel Loki's heart rate spiking immediately.

Thor finally removed Loki's muzzle, and the trickster opened and closed his mouth in relief.

"Loki…" Frigga breathed, taking half a step towards them. You felt a little bad for prying, yet you couldn't help but tune yourself to their emotions and thoughts. His mother held sympathy and worry in her gentle heart, she seemed anxious to reach out for him.

"Hello, mother," Loki spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse, "Have I made you proud?"

You clenched your fists before burying your hands in your pockets. The pain clouding Loki's heart still persisted, you wondered how he lived with it so seamlessly; on the outside, at least.

"Please, don't make this worse." Frigga pleaded to her son.

Loki tilted his head to the side; "Define 'worse'."

"Enough," Odin spoke up, his voice grave and commanding. He held his chin high, as if looking down upon Loki.

"I really don't see what all the fuss is about," Loki chuckled lightly, gesturing with his cuffed hands.

"Do you truly not feel the gravity of your crimes?" Odin shot back, his golden armor shining under the sun, "Wherever you go there is war, ruin, and death."

Loki kept a smirk on his lips, seamless. But you were able to sense the stumble in his heartbeat, the catch of air in his throat. It cut deep. Yet Loki believed the words said to him to be true, even if they hurt him.

"I came here to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you," Loki told him easily.

Thor sighed and shook his head, clasping his hands together in front of his body.

"We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do." Odin stated.

"Give or take 5000 years," Loki shrugged halfheartedly.

Odin shook his head, "All of this because Loki desires a throne." His voice held no emotion, as if this were nothing more than an inconvenience on his day.

"It is my birthright," Loki said in the same heartbeat.

"Your birthright was to die," Odin raised his voice, it echoed until it reached the trees far away. "As a child, cast out onto a frozen rock."

You had to gulp back a sudden lump in your throat, your eyes burned. You felt Loki's pain as if it was your own, and yet, when he finally kept quiet under the weight of his father's words, you knew you weren't feeling even half of it.

Loki's actions towards Earth shouldn't be excused, no. But you already knew that this ran much deeper than simply what happened on your planet.

And while beside you Tony muffled a chuckle at the sight of Loki being chastised by the Allfather, you held back tears.

You took a moment to focus on Odin then, he was difficult to read, but you sensed disdain and indifference there. Loki was more burden than son to him.

"If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake," Loki breathed with a half smile, "just swing it."

His words sent a chill down your spine.

A beat of silence passed, the only sounds being the distant singing of birds and a soft breeze ruffling the grass and leaves. Odin took a single step forward, still towering over Loki, who also refused to lower his head.

"Frigga is the only reason you remain alive." The words calmly fell from Odin's mouth.

Loki locked eyes with his mother and drew in a sharp breath. You had a feeling he had something to say, but didn't.

"The people of Midgard have made an offer, and you will accept, as did I."

The eyes of the god of mischief turned back to Odin when he continued talking, now glinting with new curiosity.

"You will remain here, living peacefully amongst the ones you once wished to rule over." Odin's tone left no room for argument, "You will be stripped of your powers and shall remain in exile until you have atoned for all your mistakes and crimes."

Loki scoffed and stumbled backward, his lower lip trembling and bright eyes shining with unshed tears. He argued back just as fiercely; "You cannot be serious. This is outrageous, a disgrace, I will not accept-"

"You have been given the most generous offer you could ever hope for," Odin once again raised his voice over Loki's, his patience wearing thin, "Were it up to me, you would be locked up in the dungeons of Asgard for eternity, and I will make sure that is your fate if you dare disobey my orders."

Loki's breath came out in shaky puffs, he desperately looked from Odin, to Thor, until he settled on Frigga. "Mother…" The word was nothing but a quiet plea, for what, you doubt even he knew.

The panic coursing through Loki's body was nearly sending you into a panic. You had to avoid your gaze from him for a moment to breathe, telling yourself that this was the best for him even if he didn't believe it yet.

"It is decided!" Odin exclaimed. He raised a hand towards Loki then, speaking vehemently; "I now take from you your power, your seiðr." The skies rumbled in the distance and the wind around you picked up speed. "In the name of my father and his father before!" The armor Loki still wore slowly fell from his body and clattered to the ground in broken pieces, leaving him in only black pants and a long-sleeved dark green shirt.

Silent tears cascaded down Loki's cheeks, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"You will remain here," Odin spoke with finality, "Indefinitely." And with that, he harshly turned around and walked away.

The silence that lingered then was an unbelievably heavy one. Loki refused to raise his eyes, even when Frigga walked towards him. She raised a hand and gently touched Loki's cheek, a melancholic smile painted her features. "Be well, my son," she whispered to him before turning around as well.

And with another flash of light, they were gone.

You were stunned into silence. Trying and failing to wrap your mind around what you'd just witnessed. You couldn't take your eyes off Loki's broken form, heart thundering against your chest. He looked so… small, cuffed hands shaking heavily, hair askew, and clothes so bare compared to his armor from just a moment ago.

A joyfully impressed whistle came from beside you and captured your attention. "That's one way to start the day," Tony commented with an over-exaggerated grimace, "Right, let's get moving, people. I have to be in the city in half an hour." He started towards the jet as if it was just another Thursday.

Thor looked over his shoulder to Loki, undoubtedly feeling at least part of the weight of what just happened, "Come on, brother."

Fury slowly turned away and followed Tony as well. You, however, stayed glued to the ground, heavy wind ruffling your hair.

You watched as Loki took staggered steps behind Thor, seemingly still trapped in the daze of what would be his new reality. That is, until he raised his gaze and locked eyes with you. His expression turned stone cold, colder even than how it had been when you'd gone visit him in the glass cage.

"You," Loki hissed through gritted teeth, his steps grew larger and quicker toward you with a newfound urgency, eyes burning with raw anger; "This is all your fault. If you hadn't interfered I wouldn't be-"

Loki was abruptly cut off by Thor's hand colliding with his chest and stopping him in his tracks. The god of thunder came to stand between you and his brother, eyes just as stern; "Must I remind you, brother," Thor spoke gravely, "That if you so much as consider harming anyone here, it's straight to Asgard's dungeons."

A scoff went past Loki's lips as he took a step back from Thor. They held each other's gaze for a beat, until Loki pursed his lips and shook his head. "How far have we fallen," he whispered, before walking past Thor.

Loki made sure to harshly bump into your shoulder as he walked by you and towards the waiting jet.

You stumbled in your stance but remained frozen in place. "Oh boy," you breathed, eyes wide with the realization of what you had just gotten yourself into, "This will be fun."

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[acciotherapists]

Lost Years

Loki x Asgardian!reader oneshot

Summary: 60 years ago you were kidnapped by Hydra. Now, you’ve returned but Loki isn’t ready to believe the truth. You promised never to leave each other but for 60 years Loki believed you’d broken that promise. Will he put aside his mission to rule Asgard when he learns the truth?

Warnings: Angst (suffer with me), fluffy ending

Note: set with a similar backstory as my FFH series. This was just another scene that I had thought about writing but it didn't fit into the storyline. Enjoy!

The air felt as if it was growing heavier and my heart raced in my chest as I stood in front of him. The man I loved but could no longer trust.

“This isn’t real,” Loki hissed as he gripped the scepter tighter in his fist. “You’re not her.” His words were filled with venom but his eyes remained vulnerable and sad.

“It’s me, baby.”

He shook his head, his eyes hardening as he raised the scepter, aiming it directly at me. “Cease this torment! Be gone with your illusions!”

“It’s not an illusion.”

He moved toward me quickly, wrapping a hand around my throat. Tony moved toward us. “Alright, Reindeer Games. That’s enough!” he yelled.

“It’s okay, Tony,” I gasped as Loki’s grip tightened.

“You’re. Not. Her,” he hissed.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I gently touched his face. His eyes closed as he leaned into the touch for a brief moment before his eyes snapped open and he released me. I gasped for air as he spoke.

“Y/n?”

His hand reached out, gently touching my arm before quickly pulling away. “What’ve I done?” It was a brief and faint whisper but it was there nonetheless. He lifted my chin and searched my eyes carefully before his gaze fell to my neck, searching for any wounds he might’ve left. “How… How is this possible? I saw them take you. I-... I failed you.”

I shook my head, placing my hand on his cheek. “No, baby. You didn’t fail me.”

I heard Cap’s voice in my ear. “Get him to call off the army, Y/n. We’ll pull you out right away.”

“You don’t want this… do you, Loki?”

His face hardened and he took a step back, his hand falling from my arm. I missed the touch already.

“You know nothing of what I want,” he hissed, though he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes seemed far away. “I’ll kill you!”

“Stark, get her out of there, now!” Cap called and I could feel Tony approaching from behind but something felt off.

“Touch her and I call the whole thing off!”

Tony gently touched my arm but I shook my head. “Not yet.” I turned back to Loki. “Who are you talking to, baby?”

He blinked and his eyes refocused on me. “It’s not important.”

“It is important, Loki! Who is doing this to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I said… who is doing this to you?”

“No one,” he growled. “I am a monster, Y/n. This is who I am.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You should.”

“Well, I don’t!” I moved closer to him. “You can believe whatever you want but I refuse to let you call yourself a monster!”

“What does it matter? You’ve been gone for 60 years! Why does it matter to you what I call myself?”

“You think that was my choice?” I hissed, tears filling my eyes.

“Tread carefully, Y/n.”

I ignored Cap’s voice in my ear. “Don’t do this, Loki… please, just call off the army and we can go home.”

His eyes snapped up, locking with mine. “Home?” he scoffed. “I can never go home. I will never be welcome back there.”

“I don’t mean Asgard, Loki. We can make our own home. We can go anywhere…. Anywhere you want, love.”

He gestured to Tony. “You truly think they’ll just let me leave with you?” he scoffed.

“I’ve been running for years, Loki. I know how to evade them. They won’t follow us.”

“What do you mean you’ve been running?”

Shit.

I could feel his anger growing and he took a step away from me but I quickly moved forward, taking his hands.

“Loki, wait. Let me explain.”

“This whole time… you let me believe you were dead!”

I shook my head. “That’s not what happened!”

The scepter was buzzing with energy in his hand and I knew I didn’t have much time.

“I wasn’t running from you! I was trying to keep you safe!”

He shook his head, as if trying to clear it of something I couldn’t hear. I gently placed my hand on his cheek and turned his gaze to me. “They found me on Asgard, Loki… I knew I couldn’t return… they threatened you. I had to stay gone. The point is I know how to keep us hidden and with your seidr it will be even easier. Just put the scepter down and tell us how to stop the Chitauri.”

His eyes softened for a moment and he wrapped an arm around my waist, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Darling, they’ll find us… and I’m not just talking about SHIELD. There are other evils in this world… and they mean to harm you.”

“I don’t care, baby. I can take care of myself… I can take care of us. Please… just let this go and stay with me.”

He winced and his eyes seemed far away again. “I won’t fail you… just leave her out of this.”

“Loki… baby, come back to me. They can’t hurt us here.”

“What?” I turned to Tony, who seemed frantic with worry.. “How long?” He looked up at me. “Y/n, we’ve got to go.”

“What’s going on?”

“SHIELD is sending in a nuke without authorization. It’ll wipe out half the city.”

“What do we do?”

Tony shook his head. He didn’t know… neither of us knew.

There was a loud clang and I turned to see the scepter laying on the ground and Loki took my hand, pulling me away from it.

“This… nuke, as you call it… it will destroy an entire city?” Loki asked Tony.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, Reindeer Games,” Tony hissed, cautiously grabbing the scepter from the ground and moving it out of Loki’s reach.

“Send it through the portal.”

“What?”

“Send it through the portal,” Loki repeated. “It’ll destroy the Chitauri and their ship.”

“You better be right about this,” Tony hissed before turning to me. “Don’t let him escape.” Then he left without another word.

I turned to Loki. “It’s now or never, Loki. Do you want to get out of here?”

“Darling, I cannot force you to run for the rest of your life.”

“I lost you for 60 years, Loki. I’m not losing you again. I would run forever if it meant being with you.”

“Then we run.”

He took my hand and with that we were gone, away from prying eyes and those who would harm us. We’d lost 60 years and we were determined to make up for every second of it.

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[springdandelixn]

Missed Chances and Broken Promises - Part III

Summary: Choices have been made and the consequences must be endured.

Warnings: Angst—that’s my warning

Characters: Loki x F!Reader

A/N: It's snowing in February. How weird is that? Haha Stay warm, babies and just a little note, this fic was inspired by LANY's song Up to Me.

p.s. This is a continuation of my Loki University AU fics Secret Serenade and Study Buddy.

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A year and five months. That’s how long it has been since Loki has seen his friends.

A year and five months. That’s how long it has been since he left you crying in your apartment.

He never should have opened Vision’s message. Never should have allowed his curiosity to win over his judgment. He was very much aware of the reunion Steve and Sam had planned for their friend group, Thor pestering him every chance he got to coax him into attending. 

Loki chose to stay away, chose to do what was best for the people who have chosen to shun him after your break up. But most of all, he chose what he thought was best for him for he wouldn’t know what to do if he ever saw you again, wouldn’t know what to say or react if you ever did decide to speak to him. 

Your eyes begin to bore into his head, puffy and full of tears as you begged for him to stay, telling him how much you loved him and wished it was enough. But he’s made his decision and it led to him walking out of your apartment and your life. He could still hear your cries then from beyond the wooden barrier, how the anger rolled off of you as you cursed at his name and soon followed him out and shoved him from behind. 

“I never want to see you fucking face again, you coward!” The last words you gave him before shutting him out of your life.

His hand tightens around the glass when he picks up his phone, a heavy breath escaping his lips when he opens Vision’s text again and stares down at the image he attached for Loki to witness. Everyone looked so happy, even Natasha who rarely showed a smile was doing such, her arms wrapped around an older man he’s never seen before. 

But what takes his attention the most is the sight of your face. A wide smile kissing your lips as you stared at the camera, both your arms wrapped around Thor and Wanda respectively while they hug you from each of your sides. You still looked the same, just the way he remembers, how he wants to remember you; happy and carefree, the woman he fell deeply in love with. 

Loki fights the urge to ask Vision about you, to ask if you’re already seeing someone new or if you finally got the job you’ve been working so hard to get. And he almost does, already tapping on his phone and composing a message to convey his thoughts to his best friend. But he only stops when Clarice’s name pops up on the screen, the silence of his office disturbed by the annoying ringtone.

He’s been dodging her calls since yesterday, telling her more of his lies about preparing for a business merger that his father asked him to present. Yet the truth of it is that he wants to be left alone while he wallows in his misery and shields her further from the guilt that continues to claw out of him. As he no longer thinks he can continue keeping up the charade of a loving partner.

He should feel guilty for what he’s doing, and he does, but even if he wants to save her from a loveless life ahead, he can’t. He made his bed and he has no other option than to sleep on it for he knows that the cost of his happiness would all be worth it in the end, especially knowing that he’s done his parents, most of all his mother, proud. Right?

He sighs when his phone finally goes silent, deleting his message altogether before turning off the device and shoving it in his drawer. No more distractions, he scolds himself and slouches against his chair, swirling the contents of his glass before finishing it one gulp and succumbing to the task of sorting out his thoughts, and most of all, his emotions. 

Clarice is a fantastic woman; gentle, caring, and very much selfless in almost everything she does. He’s even bared witness to such traits when he accompanied her to a charity ball once, pledging a generous donation to an orphanage that wants to help their unadopted children adjust to society, even showing excitement when she was invited to meet the children herself.

She’s also a great lover, a giver if Loki would put a label on it, showing such desire just to please him and show him that she’s attentive of his needs. It prompts Loki to give back the same energy and try his best to love her the way that she does him. 

But most of all, his mother adores her, probably even loves her more than her own children. A fact he’s proven when he formally introduced her to his family, the Lady Frigga overflowed with happiness that she began calling her ‘daughter’; the word constricting Loki’s heart, not out of joy, but of dread that his fate has already been sealed shut. 

“She sounds like a great woman, beautiful too.” Thor’s words push to the forefront of his mind, their conversation during the small family reunion that night coming to life. 

“She is.” Loki responds, indifference painting his face. “She helps in charities, too, just like her father.”

“Jonathan Richards, right?” Thor inquires. “The one who owns the country club mother frequents?”

“The very one.” Loki drones, his eyes darting across the hall to look at his mother doting on Clarice. But his ears pique up and his attention is pulled all the same when Thor utters your name, his eyes focusing on this brother and feeling the air around them growing tense. “What about her?”

“Have you talked to her? Or seen her recently?” His brother asks but all Loki could do is look away and busy himself with his drink.

“I—I haven’t,” Loki admits and wills himself to keep a stoic facade. “She didn’t handle my departure well and she was very clear that she never wanted to see me again.”

“You broke her heart, brother.” Thor says defensively yet calmly. “She—maybe you two could still work things out. I know you still love her and I know she does too.”

“Why do you seem so adamant about it?” Loki says, the irritation rolling through his tongue. “We’re over brother. That’s the reality. I’m with Clarice now and I’ve never seen mother so happy about any woman I’ve been with, only her.” He sighs and shakes his head before looking up at Thor seriously. “I’ve moved on and I know she has too, so it’s best that you do as well because whatever frivolous dreams you have of us getting back together, it will never happen—just let it go.”

“Okay—I won’t bother you anymore about it.” Thor concedes, holding his hands up in surrender. “But I just want to ask you one last thing.”

Loki groans and rolls his eyes before facing his brother once more. “What is it?”

“Yes, mother is happy, maybe even father,” Thor begins. “But are you?”

Until now, he still thinks of Thor’s question that night, haunting him, mocking him and makes him question himself if he’s truly made the right decision. And each time, he finds himself reeling back in and going through the list of why he should be with Clarice, why she’s the better choice.

Gentle.

Kind.

Beautiful.

Selfless.

His mother loves her.

He keeps trying to look for something wrong that would completely put him off of her, but ultimately, there’s nothing—except for one.

She's not you.

The ringing of a phone startles Loki awake, eyes squinting as he tries to push away the sleep, seeing darkness shrouding the entirety of his office. He looks at his office phone, the red light blinking continuously as the ringing continues to echo throughout the space. He thinks it’s Clarice, looking for him again and decides to send it to voicemail, but it’s Thor’s name that shows up on the screen instead, surprising him and causing him to answer the call. 

Muffled music plays in Thor’s background along with indistinct chatter, Loki grunting as he imagines his brother wasting away at a club and still acting more like a college student than a grown man. He winces when he hears his brother burp a greeting, Loki rolling his eyes afterwards as he waits for an opening to answer back. 

“Are you drunk, brother?” He asks.

“Maybe—a little.” Thor gurgles. “Loki, looooki, I have wonderful news to tell you,”

“Where the hell are you, Thor?” Loki groans in irritation. “Are you calling because you need a ride home?”

“No—no, no, no,” Thor slurs then laughs loudly, his attention seemingly getting pulled by someone. “I just wanted to tell you something about…”

He says your name and immediately, Loki stills, his chest tightening once more just from the utterance of your name. He swallows thickly and stands from his seat, pacing by his desk as he feels his pulse quicken by the second. 

What does he have to say? Why now of all days? His mind races, the possibility endless that whatever Thor would tell him would break his heart. So he decides, then and there that he should completely cut ties with you, that he shouldn’t even know an inkling of what has become of your life to avoid his from further derailing. 

“No, Thor. Whatever it is, I don’t want anything to do with it.” He says sternly.

“But—”

“I said no!” He’s almost shouting and he feels he’s startled his brother when he goes quiet. But it’s too late for him to reel back now, his emotions spiking immensely and his sanity spiraling into oblivion. “I told you I’ve moved on and that I’m happy with Clarice. Why can’t you accept the fact that nothing will ever happen between her and I any longer?! Why are you so fucking caught up in our lives when you should be busy fixing yours?”

“Loki—”

“Father wanted you to run the family business but I’m the one carrying the weight of it because you refuse to grant his wishes! It should be you looking for a suitable wife, not me! Yet there you are, partying with your friends and it’s like none of you even grew up!”

He fumes, all the pent-up sorrow and pressure from the expectations surrounding him bursting all at once. He grabs the tumbler sitting idly on his desk and throws it across the room, glass shattering and scattering against his marble floor. 

“We’re no longer in college, brother and you better start getting your shit together!” He shouts.

Silence once more fills the call and Loki sighs, slumping back into his seat, pressing his fingers against his temple to try to quell the anger within him.

“I’m sorry—” Thor murmurs, his drunken state seemingly subsiding from the onslaught of Loki’s rage and Loki could feel his heart soften for his brother. “I just—”

“It’s alright, brother. You’re drunk.” Loki states before letting out a deep breath. “Just—call me when you get home and please, for the love of god, drink some water.”

“I will. Thank you, Loki.”

Before he could even respond, Thor drops the call, the sound of the dial tone filling his ears. He places the receiver back and stands from his seat, walking over to where he threw the glass and picking up the shards from the ground. He went overboard and he shouldn’t have shouted at his brother for the choices he made. It wasn’t his fault and yet he’s throwing the blame his way. 

Regret begins swirling within him as his heart decides to go against his head, and the desire to know what Thor was going to tell him about you begins to eat at him. But maybe, it’s for the best, he tells himself, that I don’t know. He’s already a few steps out of the gutter and knows he has to resist any temptation to completely set himself free.

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[thomase1]

Two broken make a whole; chater 6

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Yup, back again.

Please be aware, this is the first smut i have ever written (yes its been in my drafts that long) and one can only do so much to save a catastrophe. :,) The foreplay is way too detailed for my taste, but somehow i just couldnt cut it. Lots of kissing omg, this rlly is kinda mid, sorry.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, fingering, ¿loss of virginity?, probably some corruption, awkwardness, fluff, worried reader, tender Loki, big time jump

Wordcount:~4.300 of pure filth and brainless fluff (oops)

Or in other words: that escalated quickly

Its now been a little over 6 months the gods have been living here. While you enjoy Thor being here and notice Loki settle in as well, one thing becomes clearer with each passing day.

Loki is your kryptonite. You have never felt such a strong attraction to anybody. His constant flirting and teasing do not make it any easier.

Its like hes been pestering you on purpose after that unfortunate mission months ago. Everywhere you went, he just casually appeared or was already there. Hell, even the helipad wasnt safe.

And the cocky demeanour and ambiguous statements really have been takeing down your walls one brick at a time. Its quite embaressing how quickly one god can wreck the walls youve built up for as long as you can remember.

So now youre here, late at nigh, lying in bed after an eventful, tiring, day. But of course, you couldnt sleep.

You didn't mean to, but you thought of Loki. You've never had relations with somebody before, at least not that you remember of, which is problematic at your age and with your stress level.

Maybe thats why your body is reacting so ferociously to Loki. The thought of him is makeing you all tingly, you cant help but sigh in pent up sexual frustration.

You are engrossed in finding relief and relaxation, which doesn't always work for you. Actually never, yeah, you've never managed to climax before. Or maybe you just expected more of a feeling? You are not quite sure. But it defently isnt satisfying your need.

You concentrate on your movements, in your imagination you see Loki in front of you. You've seen him shirtless a few times, which worsened your interest even further. Damn why must he be a hot villain too.

Well, he is an ally now, yes, but he is still Loki Laufeyson.

You keep concentrating, attempting to avoid thining of him, trying to picture hot actors or just anybody but him.

Suddenly your dark room brightens with a green shimmer.

Loki appears and you quickly hide under your covers.

"I know you're awake Y/N," the intruder says. You don't answer and pretend to be asleep.

"I heard your rapid breathing as I passed your door. I know what I'm interrupting." he teases in a singsong voice.

Damn how embarrassing, your breath catches in your throat.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. Unless you were thinking about me Y/N, of course that would be a rather peculiar situation, huh?" he purrs provocatively, his voice getting even closers.

He can read minds, you know that, but you didn't think he could do it without even seeing the person.

"Oh, so you're not even denying it. Interesting. There's quite a bit I can do that you don't know about, kitten.", he continues.

Goosebumps form all over you, leaving you to shiver under the covers. He's right next to your bed.

"So Y/N, are you in need of assistance?", you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You try to think of nothing which is near impossible when consciously trying. Especially in the middle of getting yourself off.

"I heard your thoughts before, about you finding it hard to get a high. I just want to help you."

"How long were you listenig you little shit?!", you snap, throwing the blanket off your face huffing.

"Long enough to know how desperate you are."

"Cant you just leave and forget about this, please?", you mumble ashamed.

"But where is the fun in that? Come on now, its a win for both of us. Promise I wont tell.", he sits down at the edge of your bed.

Should you just accept? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you get nervous. Cheeks burning, hands sweaty and heart racing.

"Do you fancy me that much, getting nervous like this?", he asks grinning.

You dont know if you should punch him or fuck him right now. He is so infuriating.

"I dont fancy you! Its just my hormones going crazy ok? Dont flatter yourself!", you hiss. Why must he torture you like this?

"Yea sure it is.", he says sarcastically.

You dont respond.

"Oh come on Y/N, do you really think you can finally reach your high this time? Just take it as a favor."

He sounds so sincere all of a sudden, what the hell? Well, god of mischief and lies, aint he?

"A favor? Dont act like you dont just want an easy girl for a night, but i am anything but easy.", you scoff bitterly. If there is one thing your job taught you, its to be suspicious of everything and everyone.

He sighs, "No, I dont think of you as easy. I admit I havent engaged in sexual activities for quite some time either, but what of it? It would stay between us, we would both profit from it."

He really sounds thruthful and his tone is kind of... tender? And for a moment the though of just accepting the offer crosses your mind again. It sounds simple enough, but you just dont know if you can trust him.

"Listen, I am entirely truthful right now. What would I gain by bragging about having sex with you? I am no school boy seeking validation Y/N. I believe here on Midgard you say, 'A gentleman doesnt tell.'."

"Will you please stay out of my thoughts?!"

"I can do that.", he smirks.

It actually makes sense though, he isnt friends with the others, why would he tell them? "Ok Loki, just promise me again, this stays between the two of us.", you awkwardly reach out your hand to him, attempting to seal the deal by a handshake.

He, however, grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, "I promise. I know the past has not been kind to you either, I wish no harm to you.".

This gesture throws you off completely, you are not used to such tender affection. Your worry about trusting him eases a bit, a smile crosses your lips.

But now when you think about it, what if only he gets a profit out of it? When you cant get it yourself, what makes him so sure he will? You already expect a response from the god, but it seems he is keeping his word.

"On another note, what makes you so sure you can even help me with my *you gulp* struggle?", you ask with shaky voice.

He gives a deep chuckle, "Because I've gained some experiece in over a thousand years of living. So, shall we start?".

"Uhh, yea I guess.", as those words leave your lips, he gently sinks his lips onto yours.

You are surprised for a second, but return the kiss after a few moments. Its been some time since you kissed or made out, but you get into it pretty quickly. He leans forwart to you, one hand on your cheek. The kiss is deep with passion, his tongue asking permission to explore. You grant him entrance and he begins his route of discovery.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling him down so he is closer to you. He nibbles at your bottom lip and you cant keep a gasp from escaping you. Your tongues start to dance with each other, fighting for dominance. As you break apart for air her stops for a moment.

You hear him takeing off his shoes and crawl into your bed, now hovering over you. You cant help but giggle, seeing his determined expression lit by only the little light to your right.

You expect a cocky comment but instead your lips meet again. The kiss now just as determined as Lokis expression. It sends a warm feeling through your stomach, down to your core.

You lay your hands on his shoulders, traveling down his firm muscular arms. His hands start to wander too, from your back, over your ribs down to your waist where they stay with a firm grip.

You suck at his bottom lip and he takes a surprised breath. You smile into the kiss which leads him to lay his hands on your bare bottom and give it a hard squeeze. You let out a small yelp of surprise. He gives you a low chuckle and trails his lips off yours, down your cheek to your ear.

His hand moving up to steady himself again, the other one stroking a strand of hair from the path of his lips, he kisses behind your ear and starts nibbling at your earlobe, feeling his warm breath. You are overwhelmed with these new sensations.

Your hands travel to his chest, down his sturdy stomach, sixpack apparent to the touch. Then you wander further to the hem of his shirt, under it and up his torso again. His skin is soft. As he is assaulting your neck, he stops, "Like what youre feeling?", voice full with pride.

"Not bad, I must admit.", you giggle to which he only smirks and takes off his shirt.

Instantly your eyes wander down his bare chest and stomach. Wow. Pure eyecandy. He goes back to kissing your ear, but now the other one. The way he lets you feel him up so extensively while only gently kissing you, it feels like he wants to show you he is no threat to you. Maybe you are just imagining that, but it does make you more comfortable with the god.

As he does just that, you feel around his sides to his broad back and shoulders. And for the first time, a man above you with strong muscles does not make you panic. No, its hot. It feels strangely safe. He starts to trail down your neck, pulling down your shirt collar to reach your collarbone. You let out a tiny moan, you didnt know you were so sensitive in that spot.

You can feel your middle getting, shamefully, damp.

Lokis hand reaches the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up a bit. You grab his hands, stopping his movement. "What is it?", he asks hoarsly.

You swallow, "I- I was just getting a bit nervous, sorry.", you say shy.

You have quite a lot of insecurities lurking under the fabric of your shirt, accompanied by many scars, ugly reminders of past battles. While you feel more comfortable with him not harming you, letting him see all of you is still terrifying.

"Dont apologize, I'm glad you told me about it but I am without my shirt too, its only fair!", he grins.

"But then I'm completely naked!", you protest. Honestly, you are just afraid he is going to say sometehing hurtful.

"I do apologize for breaking my word but I was curious. Come on dear, I am sure you look beautiful. You can trust me.", he says so sweet, you think honey may start to drip from his lips. You blush at the sweet remark.

"Ok, just dont tell me if I prove you wrong.", you say, removing your hands from his.

"Oh nonsense my dear, even I wouldnt stoop so low. Especially when it isnt true, you are stunning.", Loki says waiting for you to trust him it seems.

You smile softly at his words, cupping his face and kissing him, leaving him gasping for air. He deepens the kiss again as you feel him slowly pulling your shirt back up.

Bare before him, you can feel his eyes before you even see them and your heart begins to race. You feel so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, starting to move your arm to cover yourself. "Gorgeous. Ravishing, as I told you darling.", he coos.

He starts feeling up your stomach, to your ribs, settling on your breasts. Your stomach explodes with butterflies as relief washes over you.

As you start feeling around his wall of torso again he starts kissing your collar bones and boobs. You play with his hair, you always wanted to, it just looks so nice and it is as soft as it looks, smelling like lilac and mint.

You start to fondle with his scalp and can feel his shoulders relaxing. He definitely likes that. He showers your whole body with kisses and is slowly moving south, his long hair tickling you down his path. You keep massaging his head as you grip his shoulder with your free hand.

To say it pretty clearly, you are horny as fuck right now.

He is trailing down your hip, slowly moving your covers away as he is kissing down your thigh, takeing his sweet time which is, quite frankly, driving you insane. In the best way possible. As he kisses more and more to the middle of your thighs, you cant help but grip his hair firmly and letting out a small moan.

You feel your sex getting hot and twitchy. His hands are moving towars your middle and you feel a finger sliding over your lips. "So wet for me kitten, you want me to make you feel good now?", he purrs from between your thighs.

You feel his breath fanning agains your skin giving you goosebumps all over. "Yes, oh god yes.", you plead, urgency obvious.

"Say please.", he taunts, finger still stracing up and down.

"Please Loki. Please.", you plead with even more urgency.

And then finally he does; tongue caressing your most sensitive spot, hands pushing your legs apart. Your grasping at his hair harder again as you cant hold back a moan. It feels incredible. You claw into the sheets but keep your other hand in his hair, frankly, you have no control over it right now.

You let out a breath of surprise as he sinks a finger into you and starts moving it, makeing you whine in pleasure. He reaches a spot which feels so good, its unlike anything you felt before. And you think he knows that you feel good, keeping his movement exactly on that sweet spot of yours. Its sending waves of pleasure up my stomach. You move your hips feeling so good, arching your back off the bed as he takes a second finger.

"You taste exquisite.", he purrs as he gets some air into him.

Just as you think of an answer to that, he starts again. He sucks at your bundle of nerves, pushing you to arch your back again. Your whole body feels hot with lust.

You just wish you could touch him too right now, this feels a bit selfish letting him pamper you like this while he gets next to nothing. Arent you surpossed to give him something in return? And then he stops all of a sudden which you comment with a sad face. "Stop overthinking dear, just enjoy it. I will take care of you first, I'll have my fun soon enough.", he assures you, obviously having listened to your thoughts again.

He shifts and kisses you gently. You can taste yourself which somehow turns you on even more. He starts moving his fingers, thumb now rubbing your clit. The kiss gets heated as you lay your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He moves his fingers faster and faster as you claw at his back out of pure arousal.

He sits up, moves his lips from yours and uses his second hand to stroke your clit now. You let out a moan, you think you are nearing a climax.

He moves faster and faster as you cant hold back little croaked mewls. He watches your face like his life depends on it, feeling Lokis clothed cock press into your thigh which turns you on even more.

You swear you are so near an orgasm, you no longer hold control over your body, hips pressing into your helpers hands looking for further friction. Your crys of arousal growing more and more, Loki starts cooing sweet encouragements at you.

"Thats it dear. Dont hold back."

"Come on kitten, come undone for me."

"Dont resist it. Let it all out darling."

Those sinful words spoken so sweetly tumble you over the edge. "Oh g-od, Loki, I think I'm gonna com-e", you say with a sharp cry.

"Thats it Darling, come for me. Give into it.", he supports.

Just like that you reach your high. You claw at the sheets, head jolting back as your body arches into his hand. "There it is. Beautiful.", you hear Loki from a distance.

You feel your whole body shiver. While still in the process of climaxing, Loki keeps moving his fingers inside of you. Your hips are moving on their own, rubbing against his hand. You feel your body quake as you hold onto him and he pulls you closer into a sloppy kiss.

Just as you relax and lean back, body done twitching, he pulls his fingers out of you. You lay down catching your breath and he lays down next to you. He snakes his arm under your back, pulling you into his chest. His hand hovers over you back, softly raking against it.

"Held my word, didnt I?", he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your spine again.

"You certenly did.", you mumble into his chest on which you are drawing circles with your fingertips.

He lays a hand on your cheek and lets it stay there. You close your eyes and enjoying a kind of relaxation and peace youve never felt before.

"Would you like us to go further today?", he asks while stroking your head.

"You know what, yes, I trust you.", you say turning to him with a smile.

He shifts so he can meet your lips. Its not a passionate kiss, it feels more... loving? No, that can't be it. You cant describe it but it makes your heart flutter for a moment.

"I just remembered, I dont have a condom and I dont have one in my room either.", he says, surpising you of beeing so responsible in his excitement.

Said excitement beeing very noticable, urgendly pressing into your side. The question of how he even knows about eartly forms of contraception is a question for another time, you think to yourself.

"Oh, its alright, I'm on the pill.", you say, which surprises him apparently.

"Why are you on the pill when you dont have a partner?", he asks suspicious.

"Ive gotten it because of my acne and symptoms of my period.", you explain kind of hurt he is so suspicious of you.

"Very well then.", he says and gets up.

You sit up too, blanket clutched over your chest. "You think its gonna hurt?", you ask the question every girl has.

"What do you mean? I wont hurt you dear.", he says dubfounded.

"Oh, so you didnt hear that part. Well-", you stop, so embarassed you wish to vanish from earth.

"Are you trying to tell me you actually never slept with someone?", he asks soft but also curious.

"It just never- got to that. At least not to my knowledge, if you remeber the mystery about my name.", you mumble bashful.

"Right, sorry darling, that is fine.", he says softly, "I dont think it will hurt, at least not badly since you already had the pleasure.".

You smile dumbly, your mind racing back to other, filthier, thoughts. Hot breath makeing your mind foggy as tongues collide once again. He pulls you closer, so close you feel his cock nudge up at your stomach. You wander down to his waistband, wanting to feel him.

He smirks and snaps his fingers, suddenly naked in front of your very eyes. Well, you cant exactly see but defently feel his excitement. Your hands basically wander on their own, touching his hips and sliding to his sex, leaving him gasping as you stroke him once.

He lays his head on your shoulder and lets his fingers meet you most sensitive spot again, giving him a appreciative moan. You keep your fingers around his throbbing cock, pleasing him as you like. He lets out a tiny moan which makes you quite proud of yourself.

You sink your head back into your shoulders, enjoying his skilled touch. You quicken your movement, makeing him stop for a second to catch himself, it appears like. That may be because you are not stopping with the teasing. You enjoy seeing him off his high horse. His tense face is a nice sight as well. "Y/N- should we takes this further now?", he groans.

"What do you think we are working towards?", you taunt with a giggle.

He looks into your eyes a little more seriously, "I am asking your consent, kitten-".

You only mouth an "oh". You stop your motions, makeing him relax against you slightly.

"Am I right to take that as a yes?"

You nod, biting your lip.

"Oh my sweet, you dont even know how crazy you drive me. I will make you write in extacy.", he whispers against your shoulder, pressing himself against you. You barely hold back an audible gasp, instead sinking your hands down his back, "And you dont even know what kinds of sensations you bring me.".

"Oh I think I do." He slides down your sloulder, feeling him spreading sloppy kisses all over your cleavage, you grip his hair thightly as he moves his hips to meet yours. You feel him throbbing against your wetness.

"Ready darling?", he asks attentively, lightly pressing against you.

"I think so.", you say anxiously.

He leans forwart and gives you a chaste kiss, swallowing your lips as he sinks into you slowly. The kiss breaks from the vulgar sounds now echoing off the walls. You grimace a bit because it does feel a bit weird, but after a few seconds you get used to the feeling. He stays still for you to adjust, his jaw flexing in concentration.

That jaw... Oh lord that jaw.

"It doesnt hurt. I dont know if thats good or bad.", you whisper against his lips.

The question you had for years starts to resurface. Scenes that picture your own personal horror movie start to plague your imagination.

"Dont overthink it too much sweetheart, just enjoy the moment.", he soothes.

You exhale, calming your mind down from the scary szenarios almost takeing over. You are here, you are safe, nothing you dont want will happen.

"Are you alright?", he watches you and cups your cheek. He looks concerned. You lean into his touch, finding comfort in his caring demeanour.

"I think I am.", you whisper, looking at him, his eyes.

"Is it ok if we continue then? Excuse my blunt choice of words but it is rather difficult to withhold me fucking you into this matress right now.", he says calm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Insatiable bastard. You shut him up with a kiss, figuring that counts as an answer. He smirks and starts lightly thrusting his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Gradually, his speed increases and now, every time he reaches that one spot deep within you, you get pushed up the mattrass a bit more. By now you are pressed against the headboard. "Where do you think your going?", he asks, gripping your hips and yanking you down to him again with one firm pull, "I'm not done with you yet.".

You whine as he pounds into you ruthlessly, bis tip barely off that spot before he crashes into it again. Your toes curl and your fingers grip a fist full of his hair as he cups the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

The room is filled with the sounds of sex.

You feel yourself nearing a climax, heatwaves coursing through your body. "I- think I'm... cl- close-", you croak hoarsly.

"Me too darling.", he growls.

You pull him down by grabbing his neck, wanting more of him. You press yourself into him as much as you can, earning a low groan as reward.

"Come for me Y/N! Say my name as you come for me!", he commands, thumb harshky stroking your clit.

You scratch at his back...nearing... nearing... "I'm gonna co-", you whimper.

Your back arches and your body errupts into a shudder as every muscle of your body goes rigid. Only croaked crys of pleasure are able to leave your throat.

"S-ay my name Y/N, gods let me h-ear yo-u-", he groans, about to climax too.

"Lok-i, oh g-od, fuck.", you let out with a cry as him still trusting into you prolongues your high. With a low, beast like, growl he thrust into you hard one last time, feeling him spill into you.

He pulls out and falls next to you. The thick smell of sweat in the air is somehow really comforting to you. You nestle against his chest and he sneaks an arm around you. You come down from what you just did together, his quickened heartbeat just under your ear.

About to fall asleep on him, he suddenly moves and sits up. "What are you doing?", you ask, kind of sad the cuddles ended so soon.

"I saw you were falling asleep so I figured I'd leave now and let you rest.", he explains softly.

You hate to admit it, but something inside you doesnt want to be alone right now.

"Could you maybe stay? If not an inconvenience of course.", you ask shy.

"Of course dear.", he says with an understanding nod, smiling warmly. Loki slips back into bed, taking you into his arms once more. You pull the covers over you two and soon drift off to sleep.

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Fly Birdie fly

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)

Word count: 2,628

Warnings: angst. brief mention of a pregnant woman dying, fluff, swearing

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“I know, I know. Now if everyone calmly collects themselves and follow me I have a plan.”

~~~

“Okay Ross let’s hear your plan” Tony says as Ross leads them all into a different room.

“Hold on, okay here’s what we’ll do. We’ll break her out!”

“…Really? You made us move all the way into the basement just to say that? And by the way we have already thought about it but Y/n’s being kept on the second to last level so breaking her out won’t be easy” Tony rolls his eyes at the man.

“Oh…”

“Yep” Tony says popping the P.

The room goes quiet, all of them trying to find a way to get Y/n out of the Raft when Thor spoke up.

“Loki.”

“Huh?”

“We use Loki, he’s quite fond of Lady Y/n so we get him to shape shift as a guard, he gets Y/n, turn her invisible and she’s out!”

“Thor, you’re a genius my friend!” Tony says kissing the man on the cheeks.

“Don’t ever do that again.” Making everyone laugh at Thor’s reaction.

“Only problem is where is your brother?” Fury asks.

“Don’t worry I’ll get him here, as soon as he knows she’s alive he’ll come”

At first Loki tried being a pain in everyone’s backside and like Thor suspected as soon as he heard that Y/n was alive he came straight away.

“And you’re only just telling me this now brother?”

“We had more important things to worry about Loki”

“She was my friend, you should have told me” It’s true, they were friends. She didn’t like what he did when they first met but overtime he proved to be just like her, a puppet in someone else’s game. They bonded when he was locked up, she always went to visit him. Steve and Fury lost count of how many times they told her to stay away. When he found out she died he didn’t speak to anyone for months, he would create these illusions of the pair talking away until their hearts were content then when he snapped out of it, he would cry till he passed out. Waking up he’ll do it all over again.

“I know, I’m sorry I should of told you”

“All is forgiven dear brother, now what’s the plan to get my sweet pumpkin out of hell?”

Going over the plan, Loki being completely on board with it, they left the tower.

“Phase one is completed” Loki spoke through the comms.

“Phase two is completed” He spoke again.

“Phase three is compl-“

“You don’t have to say that every phase is completed, just let us know when you’ve got Y/n and when you’re on your way out”. Steve cut him off.

“Someone’s moody” A slight pause “Phase four is completed” Loki rushed out laughing.

Despite their initial annoyance to him being…well Loki, they started to worry when they couldn’t hear anything after a while.

“Loki? Everything going okay?” Thor asked.

“Bloody hell don’t do that again! I nearly fell down the stairs!” They all couldn’t help but laugh at the image of him falling.

“Sorry, just wanted to check in”

“I’m nearly there, oh and by the way phase 47 is completed”

“Phase 47?”

“Yes, there’s a lot of doors and people for me to get through”

“Try and hurry up”

“Don’t rush me Winter”

“Don’t cal-“ Bucky tries to speak but ended up being cut off by Steve.

“Don’t argue, but Loki hurry up”

Y/n had only been back in her cell for less than an hour before the locks clicked, “No more” she whispered into the darkness.

“Oh Lord. Sweet girl what have they done to you?” With a blurry vision all she could see the outline of a guard slowly approaching towards her, she tried so desperately to scoot backwards away from him but not quite quick enough due to her being so tired and the pain she was experiencing.

“No more” She whispered again.

“No,no,no sweet pumpkin it’s me look” Shifting back into himself “It’s me, your friend Loki”

“L-L-Loki?”

“Yes it’s me, don’t worry everything will be okay I promise”

“Ho-how are you here?” His heart smashed in his chest at how broken she sounded, in the years he was truly blessed to have known her she always sounded strong, confident - even in his illusions she was never…broken.

“I’m here to get you out my sweet pumpkin, okay? Me and you are going to run off into the sunset and eat as many donuts as we can just like we planned, let’s get you home”

“C-collar nee-needs to come off”

Getting the metal contraption off was easy for him, “Brother… we will need to get her medical attention”

“How bad is it?”

“I-I wouldn’t of recognised her if it wasn’t for her bird tattoo”

Loki hears the team mutter incoherently in the background but he continues “I’m bringing her out now, be with you shortly”

Lifting her up slowly so he doesn’t catch any of the open wounds littering her small frame, he tries to take a step back with his hands in hers, she stumbles. “I’ll need to pick you up sweet pumpkin, oh and turn you invisible - you’re okay with that? Of course you are” he rambled nervously.

He must of looked like a looney as he walks through the corridors of the ultra-maximum security prison with his arms out in front of him and ever so often he would look down and smile softly to what people could see was nothing.

“Almost there sweet pumpkin” He whispered, smiling at her as she responded with a weak nod.

How he managed to pull it off without being detected was lost on the team, but seeing him walk out of the prison then shifting back to himself and making Y/n visible again, they couldn’t stop smiling, that was until the pair got close enough for them to see the damages done to their friend.

*2 weeks later*

The swelling to Y/n’s face had gone down, her wounds were healing nicely, thanks to the serum and Helen - who burst into tears at seeing her alive, Y/n always made sure that Helen always had a fresh cup of coffee at the beginning off her shift and always brought her, her favourite muffin, she would always come in to the medical bay just to sit and talk or just watch as Helen worked. They had a great friendship, and when Y/n ‘died’ Helen saw her ghost everywhere.

And Bucky, well he point blanked refused to leave her side.

They agreed to let Fury question her, Tony wanted to but he couldn’t stop crying every time he laid his eyes on her.

“Birdie, can you tell me who did this to you?”

“Members of SHIELD, random people”

They collectively gasped at her words. “What, what do you mean?”

“The warden was charging people to have their way with me”

“Birdie, did anyone r-ra-“ Fury hated having to try and ask her that, he couldn’t even get the word out.

“No. They just beat me”

“You said agents of SHIELD took part?”

“Members. Agents and bosses they paid 300 bucks to get their revenge for what I did”

They couldn’t believe what they were hearing, they believed every word coming out of her mouth - whenever she lied her nose twitched and the longer she had to lie for she would end up in a sneezing fit. A reason why she was never told about any birthday party surprises.

“There’s something else, the reason I’m being branded as a traitor is because… the President is a high level member of Hydra”

“Y/n that’s some serious accusation…”

“It’s the truth Fury, he came to the base I was kept and had a member of his staff be injected with my blood, he died. And then he came to see me in the Raft, I’m telling the truth”

“Jesus Christ, what are we going to do?” Bruce muttered from the back of the room, too scared to get close enough to his friend.

“Expose him and Birdie I believe you, I do but first we need more information about anything you can remember”

“I never killed anyone else other than the agents, even though they brainwashed and ordered me to do it I never did! I was able to get away with it until I was ordered to kill the Presidents mistress, I couldn’t do it Fury she was pregnant. I faked her death like all the others, I got her away and went back but-but a few days later I was being dragged into the play room and I was tortured, they showed me photos of her, they had killed her. Th-the baby didn’t even stand a chance.” 

Before Fury could say anything Bucky spoke up “That’s enough for today”

Fury agrees, each member including Loki leaves her and Bucky, kissing her head as they leave.

“I-I’m sorry Bucky”

“What for doll?”

“For not being able to carr-“

“Hey stop that okay! And you shouldn’t ever apologise, not with me anyway” He places a lingers kiss to her temple “How about you get some more rest? King T’Challa will be here soon my love”

Exiting her room, leaving the light dimmed Bucky made his way to the living room where everyone was waiting.

“This is bad. So fucking bad! We can’t just walk up to the President and ask him if he’s a member of Hydra.” Bruce says as he pulls on his hair.

“She’s not lying though”

“I know James bu-“

“Bruce does have a point…” Nat agrees.

“We’ll think of something, we always do. When did T’Challa say he’ll be here?” Tony asks Bucky.

“Soon, he’s bringing Nakia and Shuri” Bucky sits down next to Wanda “I’ve also never heard a royal swear before so that’s new”

“He swore?”

“Oh yeah. When I told him Y/n was alive and gave him the run down of things and well let’s just put it this way, he’d give Y/n a run for her money” In what feels like forever they all laugh.

The next morning Y/n wakes up with her hand tightly grasped in Bucky’s, his head resting on her thigh, the sun peaking through the curtain casting a orangey hue that danced along his hair, for the first time in over six years she smiles. Smiles at how peaceful he looks as he’s far away in dreamland, it always amazed her how so much younger he looks when he’s asleep. The memories of either one of them creeping into the others bed after a bad dream, or falling asleep on the couch together after another movie marathon, come back full force.

“Are you watching me sleep?” His eyes were still shut, and his voice laced with sleep.

“Yes”

“Pervert” He chuckles.

“Morning sleepy dino nugget” She says as she runs her fingers softly through his hair, lightly laughing at him when he practically purrs when she scratches his head.

“I’ve missed this, missed you” Bright piercing blue eyes flutter open, already gazing at her.

“Me too” Y/n confesses “I meant what I said that day, you know when I tried to kill you, you’re the one that makes me stronger Buck”

“Doll you didn’t try and kill me, not to sound corny but I died the same day you did. I lost you and by losing you, I lost myself.”

“I didn’t want that to happen Buckaroo, you should of continued to live a full, happy life”

“How could I Y/n/n you was gone, dead from either the bullet or the rubble…”

“Cmon now Buck you know the way I want to die”

“Eating way too many donuts that my heart packs in, and if that’s not how I die - I don’t want it” They speak in unison, both smile at each other before bursting out laughing.

“You’ve finally come back to me” Bucky breaths softly as his heart thumps loudly in his chest.

“I’ll always come back to you Buck, always”

He knows he shouldn’t, not yet, not like this but he can’t help himself. He leans in, his eyes darting from hers and down to her lips, he notices her doing the same…

Just as their lips are about to touch, Shuri bursts through the door.

“Y/n… it’s really you! T’Challa it’s really her!” The young princess screams in pure joy.

“Princ-“

“I have told you before, don’t call me that. You are my friend. Oh it’s so great to see you again” Shuri rambles as she climbs into the bed next to Y/n. “Look I still have my necklace that you made me, I have never once took it off, always next to my heart” Pulling out the purple, blue and yellow lace that showed many different coloured beads coming in all shapes and sizes. 

Y/n remembered that day she made it for the Princess, Shuri had just completed what was deemed the undoable task of removing Bucky’s programming and since she didn’t want anything in return Y/n went to one of the market stalls and brought beads and a charm. One of the children there had showed her how to braid the three different coloured laces together. The charm was a circle and had a word perfectly designed in the middle of it. When she asked the woman who ran the stall what the word was, she new she had to get it. Friend.

When Y/n gave Shuri the box she was a nervous wreck, it’s not everyday she was able to give a princess a handmade gift, and it wasn’t everyday she was able to make a princess cry.

Shuri opened the box and burst out crying.

Their friendship blossomed even more from that day onwards.

“R-really?” She asked.

“Of course! You are my friend, my first ever friend that didn’t use me for their own gain so of course I still wear it!”

“I still beat you sister” A voice that brought a smile to Y/n lips.

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?”

“No, no I won’t. It is so good to see you, my dear friend”

“I’ve missed you, King T’Challa”

“No need for formalities Y/n.” Rolling his eyes at her.

“Wait why does he beat Shuri?” Bucky had to ask as he was so confused.

“Did she not tell you?” When T’Challa receives a head shake he laughs “You see, Y/n and I were training together and because I was winning she turned to cheating. She bit me, look I still have a scar nine years on” Showing Bucky the scar of teeth marks on his arm.

“In my defence that could of been anyone’s doing and he just blamed me because he was the one that was cheating, he pointed off to the side and said ‘donuts’ so I looked and next thing I know is I’m on the ground…” The whole house filled with laughter, the team laughing at her antics and the knowledge that she bit a King and live to tell the tale was quite amusing to them.

After many more hours of taking a trip down memory lane it was time for Y/n to leave.

T’Challa had told Bucky that she always had a home in Wakanda and they all agreed it was the best place for her, for the time being.

With heavy hearts and tears in their eyes they all hugged her, holding tighter than ever before they said their goodbyes.

“Don’t bother saying bye to me doll, I’m coming with you”

“What? Really? Buck are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure in my life, let’s go home sweetheart”

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[reuben-7991]

Octavian’s treatment is one of my least favorite things about HoO because it isn’t his character, it’s his lack of one.

We COULD’VE had an excellent character who was a look into what could truly go wrong with blind devotion like Octavian’s, drawing an excellent parallel to Luke’s blind hatred in the original series (Percy even says Octavian reminds him of Luke).

We COULD’VE had a fantastic contrast into a follower’s descent into insanity after making empty promises of power whilst under the influence of a massively elder being, thus leading to said follower’s death.

What makes me especially mad is that Octavian has no backstory. This is a problem with a lot of Roman characters, but Octavian especially. He doesn’t even have a last name. All we know is:

- He’s a legacy of Apollo.

- He used to be sane and probably very charismatic, due to Reyna stating she used to have a crush on him in TTT.

That’s it! One of Rick’s gold stars is that his human characters are just that: human. They have motivations and flaws, deeply personal origins and ideals that affect their actions and their outcomes. None of the villains are just plain villains, evil by birth. They have motives to back up their actions (now weither those motives make sense or not, that’s another story, but they’re still there.) There’s Luke, Medea, Lityerses (who is an entire other can of worms), Circe, Loki, Gunilla, Randolph, hell, even Kronos and Gaea. All of them have reasons for the shitty stuff they did. Octavian is a glaring exception. We know he’s power-hungry, but we don’t know why. We know he’s violent, but we don’t know why. We know he hates the Greeks, but we don’t know why. You may argue ‘oh, he’s a minor character, he doesn’t really get a reasoning’ which is just blatantly untrue on both fronts.

1: Octavian is NOT a minor character in the slightest. He has major roles in the plot throughout the books.

2: Him being a ‘minor’ villain wouldn’t have anything to do with his motivation. Chris from the OG series has stated motivation, and he’s way more minor than Octavian.

Another thing is that Octavian’s insanity is played off almost comically. He’s relatively well put together in SoN, only being super dramatic and reportedly blackmailing Hazel and probably other legionnaires, but by BoO he’s absolutely broken. He’s utterly obsessed with being a hero to the Romans, with being Pontifex Maximus, with killing Gaea and almost proving himself to Apollo (who is utterly disgusted by him), but it’s all either framed as ‘hate this guy more plsplspls’ or brushed away to the side.

I’m torn on his death scene, because it’s a good scene overall but too much of it is humorous in my opinion. Between Will calling Octavian an ‘anemic loser’ (which like. what.) and Leo describing his screams as a little girl’s, it seems almost too light for such a pivotal point in the story. Octavian has truly lost himself to madness, ranting and raving and insisting no, HE has to be the one to kill Gaea, HE has to be a hero.

His death is horrific, yet it’s framed as a silly oopsie.

What the fuck.

Overall, Octavian is a shining example of missed character potential. We could have gotten the Riordan special and made to empathize more with our villain, like what happened with Luke or Randolph from MCGA, but all we get is a crazy blond kid, character so shallow he could count as a tide pool. It infuriates me to no end how in a sea of good, properly motivated antagonists, Octavian is the outlier.

It’s a real shame.

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[psychwxrdd]

nothing else matters

🎀: do you guys think loki likes metallica...or he's more into megadeth...lmk yall opinion on this really important subject it might change the whole fate of the universe fr

summary: loki never trusted someone like this before, never loved anyone like this before. you're all he needs.

warnings: this is just pure fluff and i kind of wanted to cry while writing lol 😭

David was exhausted. Not only from work, but mentally, emotionally, in ways that he couldn't put into words. It was all so draining, dealing with everything he went through, dealing with the most disgusting cases everyday, it was all too much. But you would always be there for him.

This was the first time in his life that he trully loved someone, trully trusted someone. He never opened himself or liked the idea of intimacy, he felt actually in panic by the ideia of being vulnerable to someone... It was so new, but so insanely addictive. It was so strong and deep, something he never thought he was able to feel. He always thought he would die alone, thats how he always used to deal with life.

And now he couldn't possibly think of a life where you don't exist, his chest hurted just by the mere thought. He loved you more than anything, and he knew he would love you forever. It's simple. When you know, you just know. He knew he wouldn't be able to handle life without you, no, not after knowing what love you is like. Not after meeting you, knowing you so deeply, having a soul like yours by his side. He couldn't even think of kissing someone else without feeling repulsed. He couldn't feel attracted to anyone else, couldn't trust anyone else.

"Hey..." You caressed his shoulders, "what are you thinking about?"

"I love you so much" He stared at you with teary eyes, and a sweet smile "I'm sorry"

"Baby" you hugged him, feeling your heart broken at the sight of his tears "I love you too, there's nothing to apologize for. It's okay"

He held you tightly in his arms, the strong grip of his hands around you as if you would leave at any moment. His face was burried in your neck, you could feel the hot tears falling from his eyes. You knew he was actually apologizing for crying.

"You're the most important thing in my life, honey, i want to spend the rest of my life with you and...and" He chuckled, trying not to cry "And i'm so sure of that, i just never thought i could love and trust someone this much. I'm so glad you were born, so glad i met you, so glad you're here"

Your eyes were full of tears, you wanted nothing else but to also be by his side forever. Your arms tightned around his neck.

You carefully spread the shampoo on his hair, his eyes shutted as you chuckled. You were both in the bathtub, but nothing sexual happened... It was for the pure intimacy. For the the trust and love you had for each other. He loved to wash your hair for you, but now, you were washing his. He was much taller than you, so it wasn't something you could always do, but this time you knew he needed.

You did it with so delicated movements, he could sleep right there with no problem. You were sitting as the bigger spoon, he was laying on your breasts, and then he stared at you, smiling big. His eyes shined so much you couldn't stop looking.

"I love you so much, David"

"Would it be weird if i proposed in a bathtub?"

You chuckled, but you realized he was actually serious.

"It wouldn't be weird, do you mean it?" Your eyes widened.

"Fuck, i would marry you right here honey. I need you to promise you'll be mine forever, please, will you?"

You hugged him tighter from behind and kissed his neck, giving his face plenty of kisses. "Yes!"

He couldn't be happier. The only things on life Loki was sure about, was that we're all gonna die and that he would love you till his last day on earth.

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[spnangelbang]

2023 Angel Bang Masterlist

And it's a wrap! The 2023 SPN Angel Bang is now over and all stories and art have been posted!

Thank you to all our teams to participated and completed the bang for this inaugural round (yes, I hope there will be another one!) Here is the final list of stories & art posted:

Devotion by FriendofCarlotta, Bees

You Promised by anyrei, queerwerewolf, PetraAmia

What We Deserve by butterflyslinky, Klayr

An Act of Humanity by seidenapfel, xfancyfranart

Loki Spake by mukur0, bakh-meliorism

Casifer's Deception by Kinetic-Passion, Keikakudom

A Light Above Descending by Hedderstheowl, enigmaticNeurologist

Plan B by akajed, golby moon

Take Me Out by TheLadyKeira, Dimitri Evans

The Law of Entanglement by AngelEyz4ever, Anyrei

Escaping the Labyrinth by Kyra_maximoff, Slurpy natural

Time Enough for Counting by angelshotgun, kingdumbass 

A Gift of Penance for Your Sins by SwirlyCloud, babyhorseshoecrabe

Apple Pie and the Apocalypse by LadyKnightSkye, sidewinder

circle, broken by autisticandroids, sketcheun

True Colours by angelofthequeers, comfycowboy

What Sacred Games by prettydizzeed, Hectatess

Jack's Angels by MercurialKitty, sidewinder

The Garden's Keeper by Gitten, Dimitri Evans

Birds of a Feather by CathiesCreations, Sketcheun

A Cupid's Work by Redamber79, LadyRandomBox

Earth Angel by Eyes_of_a_Tragedy, tfw_cas, rezal 

Dialogues of the Undead art by spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

doors unlocked and open by sidewinder, fluffsnake

Angel Academy by Crematosis, DoggoJin

Instrumental by Restlesshush, theplaidfox

Heaven is a Place on Earth by ArthursKnight, Bakh_Meliorism

The Angel with the scarred face by Dimitri Evans, Atlas_Pie

Creation Myth by howldean, dustghoul

Ethereal Feathers by Atlas_Pie, seidenapfel

Unraveling the Past by Dk323, As-lost-as-sams-shoe

Wings by Lyconite, Atlas_Pie On a personal note, to everyone who participated as artists, writers, and beta-readers: thank you for being such a great group of angel enthusiasts! And an extra-special thanks to my co-mods @bleuzombie, @deancodedcastielenby and @twinone1221 for all their help. This was my first time organizing and running and bang and while we may have hit some bumps in the road along the way, I'm really proud of all the work that came out of this.

As has been teased/mentioned before, I will be organizing a Reverse Angels & Demons bang next, the details of which will be announced within the next few weeks. So keep watching this space! Also the @dadstielminibang which I'm co-modding is set to begin posting today, so be sure to follow over there for some wonderful fic & art featuring Castiel as a father figure in both canonverse and AU settings.

Thanks again, from @hawkland

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[literaryavenger]

Broken - part 5

Summary: You and Bucky keep bonding.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Mentions of Bucky's past and nightmares. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.2K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I decided on the ending for this story, and I have only one more chapter to go! Enjoy, the last one will probably come sometime tomorrow. Also, again, it's 4:30 am and I can't help myself lol.

Masterlist

Spending time with Cassie you couldn’t help but feel better.

The more you have fun and laugh with the little girl, the more you forget about your anger against the team.

It also helps that you spend most of the day away from them, eating lunch with Cassie and Scott, who you didn’t stay mad at for too long. To be fair to him you didn’t even know him when everything happened so you don't blame him too much.

As promised, Bucky comes looking for you as soon as he and Steve get back to the tower, finding you still on Scott's floor while you guys watch Despicable Me inside a huge blanket fort Cassie insisted on building in the middle of the floor of the living room.

Thankfully the other occupants of this floor, Bruce, Thor and Loki, are still in New Asgard. He’s just about to turn around and go back to his room when you notice him.

"Hey Bucky! Where are you going, how did it go?" he looks uncertainly at Scott and his daughter before answering.

"I was just gonna…" he trails off, pointing behind him towards the elevator.

"Nonsense, come here." you tell him, patting the seat next to you in the fort.

He’s a little hesitant, but slowly comes further into the room, sitting on the ground, leaving a little space between you.

You give him a smile that he shyly returns before you hear a little voice clearing her throat, which brings your attention to the little girl on your right. "Yes, Princess Cassie?"

"And who would this be, Queen Y/N?" Bucky’s a little confused by the interaction, but says nothing.

"This is Bucky. What title would you like to give him?" Cassie thinks about it for a second while staring very intently at Bucky, narrowing her eyes at him, and you can’t hide your amusement.

That is, until Cassie suddenly lands on a role for Bucky.

"He should be the King!" she says, looking from him to you a couple of times "You guys look good together." you’re about to say something, when Scott beats you to the punch.

"She’s right, I can see it." he says putting his hands up and looking through them to frame you and Bucky together, clearly much more amused than you are at the situation.

You sigh, knowing you can’t escape this. "Well, what Princess Cassie says goes. I’m sorry, King Bucky, you’re stuck with me now."

You turn to Bucky who's still very confused, and is now also starting to turn slightly pink, so you decide to explain.

"We’re playing make believe. Cassie is the Princess, Scott is the Jester and I’m the Queen. I’m sorry to inform you you’ve been crowned King of the castle." you gesture to the fort with your hands.

"And also Y/N’s husband!" Cassie feel the need to shout, making your head snap to her with wide eyes while Bucky turns even redder, your own face starting to change color now.

"He gets it, Princess." you try not to snap at her, she’s just a kid and doesn’t mean anything by it, but it’s still pretty embarrassing.

You see Scott snickering behind Cassie and glare at him as much as you can trying to go unnoticed by her, but Cassie's attention is on the super soldier now.

"You're going to play with us, right?" she asks him in a  sweet voice, making the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen. She certainly knows what she's doing.

Bucky, who hasn't said anything until now, doesn't know what to do. He looks at you for help and you give him an encouraging smile.

He then looked at Scott, worried that the man might want Bucky anywhere near his daughter, but Scott simply nods his head with a smile.

Bucky relaxes a bit and turned his attention back to the little girl, trying to find the right thing to say.

"Of course I'll play with you. After all, the Princess’ word is law." Cassie starts giggling at the bow he gives her, and you're almost giddy at seeing this side of Bucky, more relaxed than he's been since he got here.

Granted, it was just a couple of days ago, but he seems to be making a lot of progress really fast, so far, just like Steve said after he hugged you yesterday morning.

You keep watching the movie, then the second one and you get halfway through the third when Maggie comes by to pick up Cassie.

So, with the promise not to finish the movie without her, you and Bucky say goodbye to all three and make your way to your shared floor.

"You were right, she really is adorable." Bucky says with a smile as you get into the elevator.

"I know, it’s pretty hard to stay mad at Scott when he lets me hang out with her." you smile back at him. "So, how did your meeting go?"

You see Bucky tense and feel a little bad. You really didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but you were genuinely curious and also wanted to support him. After all you know having a hearing isn’t certainly gonna be easy.

"I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to." You quickly reassure him and he seems to relax and gives you a nod.

When he doesn’t say anything else, you let it go. But Bucky had a question himself.

"Why are you ignoring everyone but me?" you sigh.

You don't blame him for being curious, you yourself are as nosy as they come. Always in a respectful manner, of course.

"I’m mad at them." You simply say. "They selfishly kept a pretty big thing from me. They made me feel bad, knowing they were lying to me. They’re my family, they should trust me more than this. I’ll get over it, eventually, but for now I’m happy avoiding everybody." you shrug. You know it’s kind of childish, but you also don’t care.

"Okay, I understand that… But why are you not avoiding me?" Now you’re confused.

"Why would I avoid you?" he bows his head in shame, not meeting your eyes as you exit the elevator and you already know you’re not going to like his answer.

"I’m the reason it all happened in the first place… it’s all my fault." You can feel the sadness in his voice, you can see he actually feels bad about causing this.

You, on the other hand, don't agree.

"Bucky," you start, stopping right in front of him, forcing him to stop too, looking up and quickly putting his hands on your arms to make sure you don't fall after almost colliding with you. "you can’t blame yourself for other people’s choices. Steve chose to help you, Tony chose to fight it, everybody else chose a side. None of it was on you. You didn’t ask anybody to do anything. So, please, stop feeling guilty."

Bucky looks at you silently for a few moments and you feel like he's searching your face for any hint that you might be lying, that you don't really believe what you were saying.

But he doesn't to find any so he nods and says "I’ll try." with his hands still on your arms and it's like you're suddenly registering just how close he is and how warm his touch is on your skin.

He’s about to say something else, when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

Bucky drops his hands from you like they burned and you turn around, almost feeling like you got caught doing something wrong when you see Steve and Sam just standing there looking at you two.

Steve has that stupid grin on his face that he doesn’t seem to be able to wipe every time he sees you and Bucky together, but Sam looks more concerned than anything.

"Everything okay here?" he says and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his insinuation that something might be wrong just because you’re alone with Bucky.

You turn back to the brunette super soldier and smile at him "I’m gonna go to my room, I still have some reports to finish. See you later?"

You wait until he nods and then get on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek like this morning, smiling a little more when you back away and see a little pink hue coming back to his face, but with a smile nonetheless.

You turn around and pass the other two men without saying a word, hearing them sigh behind you as you walk away towards your room.

Maybe you’re being a little dramatic, but you don’t feel like forgiving anybody else just yet.

So that’s how you find yourself spending more and more time with Bucky.

It feels like you spent all your free time with each other, only being apart at night and when Bucky joins the team for dinner.

He tried to get out of it multiple times to join you when you would eat in the kitchen of your floor, but Steve insists that it would be better for him to be around the team, even if just for an hour a day, and you fully agree.

That, however, doesn’t stop him from joining you afterwards just so you won't have to eat alone, for which you're grateful.

Initially Bucky's pretty content just following you around like a lost puppy, a fact that Sam and Steve never fail to mention as it amuses them to no end.

But Bucky doesn't care, and neither do you as you enjoy each other’s presence, even in silence.

Bucky likes watching you go about your day, still amazed by everything you do and you like having him near you. It makes you feel safe.

Still, the more time you spent together, the more comfortable he feels around you.

The real turning point comes when one night you open your door to find a disheveled looking Bucky, and you know immediately that him knocking at your door at 3 am meant nothing good.

Which is confirmed when he sniffles and you realize he has tears streaming down his face.

Without saying anything you hold out your hand, which he instantly takes as he lets you guide him inside, shutting the door behind him.

You walk to the bed and sit down, hand still in his and, when he just stands there you tug on it, silently letting him know that it's okay for him to join you.

You expect him to sit next to you as he’s done countless times now while leaving a respectful space between you, always the gentleman.

What you didn’t expect is him crawling into your bed, taking you to lay down with him, and hugging you as tightly as he can without hurting you, his legs also wrapping around yours.

To say you're shocked right now is an understatement. You always made a point to keep physical touch to a minimum when it comes to Bucky, not wanting to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

But here he is, clinging to you like a scared little kid, crying his eyes out with his head buried in the crook your neck.

You wrap your arms around his shaking body, hugging him as tight as he is, rubbing his back to try and soothe him, whispering what you hope are words of encouragement in his ear. 

You stay like that for a while until he finally calms down and stops crying.

You don’t rush him to let go or to talk about it, letting him decide if and when he's ready to talk at all.

After a few minutes of total silence you think the poor guy cried himself to sleep, but he proves you wrong by moving his head away from your neck and placing it on your chest.

You feel him play with your necklace as he starts talking with a quiet voice that reminds you of the first day you met him. "I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to bother you, but I didn’t want to be alone and had nowhere else to go." and your heart breaks for him.

"Don’t apologize, Buck. You can always come to me, it doesn’t matter what time it is."

He looks up, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him, and seems like he's about to say something else but thinks better of it, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times.

He settles for giving you a gentle squeeze and moving his head back to lay on you, but you don't need words to know he's grateful for your understanding.

He's seemingly unashamed of the way he's still clinging to you and you’d be lying if you said you mind being so close to him either.

You start running your hand through his hair, which he seems to appreciate, and, after a few more minutes of silence, he starts speaking again.

He tells you about the nightmares he’s been having ever since he escaped Hydra, and that tonight, after a particularly gruesome one, he just couldn’t stand being alone.

He doesn't go into too much detail about the dream but tells you enough for you to want to take a few firearms and track down every single person connected to Hydra so you can put as many bullets in them as you can carry, then light them on fire for good measure.

But, Bucky being your first priority, you stay where you are and try your best to comfort him, eventually changing the subject to keep his mind off the nightmare.

You talk until the sun comes up, birds chirping, but neither of you make a move to get up at any point, eventually falling asleep for a couple of hours in each other’s arms.

Part 6

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[1-800-teax]

Real

Loki x Reader Drabble

Angsty :(

Y/n’s POV:

"You...will...never...be...a...god." Loki manages to sputter out when Thano's applies more pressure and a loud 'CRACK!' is heard.

I jump awake panting heavily, trying desperately to catch my breath.

"Y/n! Y/n! It's me! I'm here! I'm right here!" Loki says frantically when he jumps awake beside me, clutching my shoulders in his palms, attempting to calm me down.

I look up at him, shock written across my face and fear swimming in my eyes, then his words register , "I'm here! I'm right here!".

Tears instantly fall from my eyes as a broken sob escapes my lips.

Loki's face softens, drowning with guilt before he wraps his arms around me, colliding our bodies as I let out body-shaking sobs, clutching onto his shirt so tightly as if I let go my nightmare will become a reality.

Loki rubs my hair softly while whispering sweet nothings into my ear to calm me down.

Slowly my sobs die down into semi-normal breathing, occupying sorrowful hiccups.

"I'm okay, Y/n. Thanos didn't kill me, I used an illusion. Remember?" he whispers in my ear, assuringly.

I gently nod and slightly loosen my grip on his shirt as I sit up, coming face-to-face with Loki’s tear streaked face.

We both have pouts on our faces as we stare at one another.

"I-" I start when my voice cracks which I realize is because all the crying has my throat hoarse.

I clear my throat before starting again, clearer this time.

“I was so scared. And it wasn't like all the other times you faked your death. No, this time it felt real. I- I felt you die." I express to him softly with hot tears rolling down my face.

"I know. I'm sorry." he whispers out with fresh tears falling from his eyes while gently gripping my small hands into his large ones.

"Please...please don't cry, my love." Loki says softly cupping my cheeks.

I shove my face into Loki’s chest, encouraging him to wrap me into his warm embrace once again.

I allow my hands to roam his strong back, and my ears to listen to the song of his heartbeat, while my nose engulfs his addicting scent. Capturing it all on my most sacred memories.

I hold it close to my heart and give myself a minute to realize that is is alive and breathing and he is real.

So very real and with me. Keeping me safe in his arms. Reminding me that I don’t know what I would do with out him, and making me promise to never have him in harms way again.

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