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earlgreydream · 3 years

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indecency.

| loki x reader | smut | fluff |

cw: dark!loki -> soft!loki, spanking, edging, slight degradation, angry!loki

You knew better.

You knew there was no way you were going to get away with it. You knew there would be consequences to your actions, but you were so pent up with need, you had fooled yourself into thinking you could get away with breaking one of Loki’s rules, and benefiting from it.

Loki was strict, and had little patience for indecency and insubordination. He demanded obedience, and enforced it with punishment.

It was incredibly dangerous to test Loki. Loki was a lot of things, but merciful was not one of them. Any infraction required discipline, often severe.

One of Loki’s rules was that you were his, and his alone. All pleasure had to come from him, touching yourself without permission was strictly forbidden in his castle. He wanted to be the one to inflict all of your ecstasy, everything to come from him. Occasionally, he would give you permission, often so he could watch. Aside from that, it infuriated him when you touched yourself secretly.

You knew this, and yet you’d chosen to defy him anyway. There was no way it would be worth it in the long run, but you were desperate and in need. Loki had been neglectful of you over the last few days, busy and overwhelmed with royal duties. You spent the week a ball of pent-up sexual frustration, and if you didn’t take care of yourself, you were going to explode.

Loki’s anger burned through him like wildfire.

He’d returned to your chambers after an incredibly stressful morning, his only desire to rest with you. Asgard was demanding, and he was tired from ruling, craving the feeling of sleeping with you in his arms. Instead, when he had entered, he found you on the bed, your small fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. You were writhing on the bedsheets, moans mixing with the lewd noises of your fingers. Your head was thrown back and your spine arched, pushing your breasts out as you fucked yourself.

Loki stood utterly still for a moment, unnoticed by you. He couldn’t deny that the sight was incredibly arousing, but it was overshadowed by the anger toward your disobedience. He strode toward you, fed up with your misbehavior.

Your startled scream echoed off of the arching ceilings as Loki’s hand gripped your jaw. Your eyes snapped open, and you were met with sadistic green eyes that were filled with irritation.

“You believe you can pleasure yourself better than I? Or are you just an insolent brat?” Loki snarled, and you were too frightened to answer. Your eyes were wide, and you immediately pulled your fingers out of yourself. Your thighs twitched at the sudden loss of stimulation, and you sank into the mattress, failing to put distance between you and Loki.

Regret washed over you, fear prickling through your naked body. Loki was seething, and terror seized your veins. The fear and his anger added to the heat in your belly, upping your arousal. You loved to see Loki mad, even when it scared you.

“Since you’re so comfortable being indecent, you’ll take your punishment on the throne!”

“No!” You shrieked, making the god’s fury spike. You’d said it just to be a brat, unable to resist to dig yourself in deeper with his patience. You immediately wanted to take it back, realizing you made it much worse by objecting. You struggled to breathe under Loki’s threatening gaze, both of your wrists gripped together in one of his hands.

“If you dare to disobey me again, I’ll let the entire realm watch me beat your ass raw,” Loki’s threat was not an empty one, and you closed your mouth. A shudder rolled through your spine, and Loki rolled his eyes, slapping your ass as he dragged you up.

You nearly tripped over your feet as Loki hauled you from the bed, parading you through the halls and throne room, naked for the entire castle to see. Tears obstructed your vision, but you knew any more disobedience would result in far more catastrophic punishment.

You were red with embarrassment, nauseated by the knowledge he hadn’t truly begun to punish you yet. You were tripping up the golden steps to the raised throne, feeling like you were on a stage. Loki dragged you over his lap on the throne, his entire royal guard and Valkyrie present to witness the consequences of your behavior. You were fully exposed and on display for everyone, left with no chance of concealing yourself.

“I’m sorry!” You cried out as he struck you. Servants winced as the noise echoed off of the golden walls, thankful they weren’t in your position.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and they didn’t understand why you kept doing things to get you in this position. Nobody wanted to be at the mercy of Loki’s wrath, and they couldn’t imagine the motivation behind your actions that you knew resulted with these consequences. They were blushing for you as you got spanked in front of everyone, choked tears blinding your vision and making it hard to breathe.

Loki knew you secretly loved it.

“You will be,” Loki’s voice was like ice, and he had you sobbing within minutes. You were burning with shame, struggling on his lap from the pain of his assault on your ass. He’d conjured some kind of leather strap that bit into your tender skin, leaving red welts in its wake. Your cries and squeals of pain echoed off of the high ceilings, and the court couldn’t look away from you.

Your skin was stinging from Loki’s unforgiving blows, the leather a deep green against your red skin. He got twisted pleasure from watching bruises blossom to the surface of your skin and running his fingers along the raised welts he was creating. Your body jerked forward and you yelped in pain as he slapped you with his hand, irritating your backside further.

“Loki, please!” you shrieked, begging for reprieve. The leather cracked against your skin before it vanished, and he dragged you to sit up and straddle him, your skin burning as it rubbed against the fabric of his armor. Your face was streaked with tears, and he raised an eyebrow at you. He cupped your sex, making another wave of heat wash over you.

“Why are you crying when I can feel how soaked it made you?” Loki mocked you, squeezing your throat as a broken moan escaped you.

“Answer me.”

“Because I’m a slut,” you whispered, knowing what he wanted. You were done pushing your luck, and you wanted to be good, not wanting him to inflict any more painful punishment. A smirk pulled at his lips, and he kissed you roughly. Your hands carefully wrapped around his forearm, stabilizing yourself. He held back a smile at the action. It made you seem innocent, and Loki loved your midgardian fragility. He loved the way you gripped onto him, even when he’d just tore your ass up, only making you more clingy and needy for him.

“Do you intend to obey your king now?” Loki asked, bouncing his knee and making you gasp from the friction on your clit, your small hands squeezing him at the sensation.

“Yes, I’ll be good!” you insisted, pouting your lips for a kiss. Even when Loki was furious, he wasn’t one to deny you of affection. Familiar with what it felt like to be unloved, he never wanted you to feel the same.

Loki’s clothes disappeared with magic, and he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist. You winced at the pressure on your tender skin, and pushed against his chest.

“Knock it off, or I’ll turn you to face the court.”

You shook your head vehemently, wanting to hide in him. You knew he was going easy on you now, and you didn’t want to ruin it. You hid your face in his neck, leaning into his chest. You knelt above him, and you felt his tip brushing through your soaked folds, jumping as he came into contact with your nerves.

Loki sank you down into him, holding your hips and guiding your movements. Your head rested on his chest and he bounced you on him with rough thrusts. You whined into his shoulder as he rubbed your nerves, building pressure in your abdomen. You dragged your nails down his back, your body tensing and heat started to spark through you.

You were close to your orgasm, but Loki had other plans for you, none of which included letting you come. He was proud of how well you’d taken the punishment up to this point, but he wasn’t finished with making you learn a lesson.

Loki pulled his hand from in between you, thrusting all the way into you and holding you still on him. You squealed and writhed on him, trying to get some friction. He didn’t have it, and you were forced to hold still with his thick cock buried deep inside of your throbbing heat.

“Be good!” Loki snapped, and you yelped as he slapped the side of your thigh in warning. You realized he hadn’t gone easy on you, and was now going to edge you on the throne while everyone watched.

Once the burning in your nerves subsided, he rocked you against him again, building the pressure back up. Every time you made a noise you were rewarded with a red handprint on your thigh, the pain sending shocks through you and pushing you further toward the edge.

“I’m going to absolutely ravage you,” Loki growled into your neck, making your eyes roll back and a grin pull at your lips.

You had gotten exactly what you wanted, but now you were desperate for the release you craved.

“Loki, please let me-” you were cut off by a particularly rough thrust upward, making him smirk.

“Let you what, darling?” He teased, slamming into you every time you tried to speak. He edged you for nearly an hour before he finally decided you’d had enough. You had been good, taking it without complaint, other than pathetic whimpers that echoed off the golden ceilings.

You were aching and throbbing, every small touch making you writhe at his fingertips. Loki knew your limits, and he was pushing them, watching your eyes turn glassy. He’d sank into your mind, filling it with images, memories, of him railing you and making you come a thousand times over. His sick use of magic only made you melt more, completely pliant to all of his demands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

You were unable to sit up off of him or speak, only making soft breathy pleads. Your body shuddered from the stimulation, and you sobbed weakly when he finally let you orgasm. You involuntarily jolted in his arms, a low whine humming through your chest. Waves of exhausting ecstasy crashed over you, the hour of edging turning into a powerful release.

Loki let you catch your breath for a minute before sliding out of you, easing you to rest on his lap. The subjects in the throne room looked away, knowing better than to continue watching when Loki was finished punishing you.

He wrapped you in his emerald cloak, concealing your exhausted body. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you out and back to his chambers. The silky fabric was cool and smooth against your abused skin, and you relaxed into his arms.

“Are you still mad?” You whispered into his chest, your cheek resting against his cool skin. Your head was cloudy, and your thoughts were unclear, needing Loki to reassure you that it was over.

“No, my darling. Never with you,” he kissed you lightly, bumping his nose against yours. You tightened the green silk around you, and he smiled into your hair as he sat down with you curled up in his lap.

“Was that all just to get my attention?”

You nodded shyly, embarrassed that he saw right through you.

“If you want pleasure, you need only ask me, I will be more than happy to give it to you.”

Loki was no longer teasing or mocking you, and he gently tilted your chin up so you were looking into his deep green eyes. You nodded, and he kissed your rosy cheeks.

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literaila · 3 years

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a void on your side of the bed.

loki x gn!reader

summary: loki is feeling lonely. and guilty about that.

here was the thing:

loki tried not to ask for too much. he tried to be the perfect partner, the perfect person just for you.

he didnt complain when you wanted to sleep in, or when he was supposed to make you breakfast (he enjoyed doing that). he wasnt upset when you asked him to ‘clean up’ around the house, or when you refused to buy him any more ice cream.

he tried to eliminate any problems-- never been done before by the god of mischief --he might cause before they even appeared, and tried to give you anything and everything you might want.

it wasnt a hard task, actually. he liked the feeling in his chest when you smiled at him, when you were grateful for his help or when he surprised you with something that made your life just a little bit better. he liked taking care of you, causing less trouble than before.

but. it was really hard not to complain when you werent paying attention to him.

when you needed space for just a bit too long for his liking. when he felt like an interruption every time he attempted to make any small talk with you, and you sighed-- almost reluctantly --before turning to him.

he knew you were busy, and he knew that you wanted to get as much work done as you could during the day. he just didnt like it.

he didnt like not conversing with you during the day, not cuddling with you on the couch during lunch while you snacked on something beside him. he didnt like leaving you alone until it was nine o’clock at night and you looked like you were contemplating murder.

he felt lonely. and he just missed you.

and, gods, he was really trying not to complain.

he was really trying not to make this a bigger struggle for you by stealing any of your time. he knew how hard you were working, knew that it drained all the life out of you by the end of the day, knew that the last thing you needed was him telling you that he was upset.

he was used to not sharing his emotions, to building up walls and keeping all his thoughts locked in. but usually, he didnt have to do that with you.

it was all looking up for loki when the week was coming to a slow end. friday night, he felt excited to get you back for at least two days, to steal all the time he could from you before you got annoyed of him. he got his usual smirk back when you came out of your office friday night, giving him a soft smile as you headed to the bedroom.

this was it, he knew. tomorrow morning, he wasnt going to let you leave bed until at least noon.

he fell asleep that night, arms tucked around you, lips smiling against your head, with thoughts of the next day filling his dreams.

so, when he woke up in the morning, colder than usual, a void where you were laying in his arms, it wasnt surprising that he was feeling more upset than before.

disappointment was a violent emotion.

still, he walked out of the room with some hope left, that maybe you were just drinking coffee and eating breakfast while you waited for him.

that hope disappeared when he heard the familiar click-clacking from the room you had proclaimed was your office.

you were working. again. and loki was alone. again.

he felt a groan building up in his chest, a terrible feeling filling him as he listened for your breathing. he knew it was madness to miss you this much when you were only a door away, but he wasnt used to spending days away from you.

he reminded himself that you were right there with a bitter laugh.

he was trying not to be angry or disappointed with you, he knew that it wasnt fair to put you at the end of the blame when you didnt even know how he was feeling and that it wasnt fair for him to want you to stay with him of every second of every day. to ask for so much.

he turned toward the bedroom again and tried to drown his emotions in reading.

it wasnt really working, but at least when he was this far away from you he didnt feel like you were ignoring him.

at around noon, after hours of re-reading the same chapter over and over again and illusioning himself as his brother and throwing a fake hammer around, he finally decided that you needed lunch, at least. he decided that bringing lunch was a perfectly acceptable thing for a significant other to do.

(and hopefully, it wouldnt annoy you too much)

“my love,” he called, knocking on the door. “i’ve brought you sustenance”

you replied a quick ‘come in!’ and loki put a smile on his face, walking in the room deviously and grinning down at you in your chair.

“thank you, loki,” you whispered, kissing his cheek when he leaned to place the plate on your desk, rubbing a hand down his arm when you looked back at the screen in front of you.

loki tried not to preen too much at the touch.

“how are you, love?” he asked, bending down to stare at the screen with you. he didnt understand anything about it, but it was still fun to pretend. to include himself with you.

“oh, tired,” was all you said as you leaned over to type something yet again. loki frowned at your words and focused his attention on your face instead.

you looked perfectly normal, perfect and normal, he supposed. your eyes were bright and your face was blank, but still, loki was worried over your words.

“maybe you could take a break for lunch then?” he asked, bringing a hand to your face and tracing your jawline with his thumb. he was trying to sound casual, to not let the hope that you might concede slip.

“i wish i could,” you sighed and looked over at him with a smile, taking the hand that was on your face and placing a gentle kiss on his palm. he froze under the attention. “thank you, sunshine, for lunch. i adore you,” you kissed him again, and turned away.

his hand was still in the air, left behind.

your words were sweet. exactly what loki wanted to hear, really, but he heard the unspoken dismissal of his presence. he knew this was your way of asking him to leave, even if you didnt realize it.

he wanted to plead with you to let him stay.

he stood up instead, not letting the sigh escape his lips in the room with you, and headed toward the door. he touched the doorknob, feeling all the emotions building up in his chest. making their way through his body like a stampede.

it was all very much for him. this disappointment that he could barely hide anymore. the loneliness he knew he had to return to in the other room.

before he realized it, the words were slipping from his lips.

“have i done something wrong?” his usual teasing tone was there, his usual indicator for dramatics, but when you looked at him the look on his face was much more serious than his tone.

you frowned immediately, and loki scolded himself. “quite the opposite really, sweets. you just brought me lunch?”

“right, of course.” he nodded to go, but you stopped him.

“is there something wrong, loki?” you were turned towards him completely, concern tainting both your face and your tone. loki felt terrible like he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

he tried to put on a smile. “no, darling.”

but you werent easy to trick, he knew, and you scowled at him. “loki.” you were staring at him with your intimidating eyes now, only slightly soft because you were worried. even to a god, it was scary.

reluctantly, he nodded. avoiding your eyes now.

“come sit, sunshine,” you said, gesturing to the couch next to your desk. loki could hear the concern more now, stronger. he winced and took a seat.

after a few moments of silence and loki looking at the wall with furrowed eyebrows, you spoke first. “whats wrong?”

he sighed, feeling silly. you were supposed to be working and he was interrupting that with childish emotions that he could deal with himself. but still, he couldnt help but feel grateful at your asking.

“we havent been spending as much time together recently and..” he stopped, still avoiding his eyes to run a hand through his hair. “i suppose i’m feeling a bit..excluded? or maybe lonely?” he winced, sighed, looked like the perfect definition of regret. “i dont know” he said, almost silent.

but while loki was feeling ridiculous, you were looking upon him with something similar to horror in your eyes. terror at the thought of hurting him.

you were well aware that you’d been working more, the exhaustion every night made sure of it, but you hadnt realized that it was taking a toll on loki too, that he was... missing you while you were preoccupied.

you hadnt even considered it, really, when you longed to go watch a movie with him or have dinner together. your clinginess wasnt surprising, but loki?

he never seemed to mind space.

your brain took a few seconds to process it before you could speak again. “i’m so sorry, loki.” you were already pleading with him, begging for forgiveness.

how could you have disregarded him so much this week? you felt disgusted at the thought.

loki’s head snapped up in shock. he thought you might be tired with his admission, maybe even upset. not... regretful? he didnt expect to see this look on your face, one that was so disappointed, so loving.

“i didnt realize that you might be feeling lonely also, which is completely unthoughtful of me, i just thought that maybe-” you were gesturing with your hands, looking around the room rapidly as you used all your breath.

“you arent upset?” loki asked carefully, interrupting your rambling.

you paused, then blinked, looking at him curiously. he was serious, that much you could tell. he had that same frown on his face. you blinked again.

“upset?” you repeated, astounded. “why would i be upset?”

loki was just as confused as you now. he scratched his neck, looking down. “because i’m getting in the way of your work, interrupting you, being troublesome?” he said it as if he was trying to ring any bells in your head. he seemed sure of every word he spoke.

all you felt was more horror.

“your emotions are not interruptions or ‘troublesome’“ you mocked his accent, mostly with anger at yourself as you scowled at the floor. your words were harsh, but loki didnt flinch away. he still didnt understand.

“they aren’t?”

your eyes snapped up to his, guilt pouring from them. immediately, you jumped up from your chair, coming to sit next to him and taking his hand in yours. his face relaxed a bit at the feel of your touch. “of course they’re not, loki. if you’re upset i want to know. you and your feelings arent burdens on my day, i love you!” you promised him with strong eyes, with a strong grip on his hand.

it was probably the most important thing in the world to you that he knew this. that he didnt feel unwanted again.

“i love you too” he answered, quickly, before he even had the chance to think over your words.

he almost smiled when he did, proud of himself, of you, for seemingly no reason. you loved him.

it was nice to hear.

it was also nice to hear the softness in your voice, the sweet words, his name. it was nice to be sitting next to you.

he was hit was a sudden burst of longing, this time for something different.

he wished he would’ve talked to you days before, wished there was more he could do. if that had happened, he might’ve saved you both from some unwanted feelings. might’ve kept you from the sorrow that you still had on your face.

you were still upset, he knew.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so busy. that i havent spent enough time with you,” the words fell from your lips before you could stop them, despite the happy look on loki’s face. you still felt horrible, guilty for making loki feel anything but joy.

“its okay, darling, i know you have a lot of work to do.”

though his words were sweet, they only made you scoff.

“thats not an excuse.” you insisted, scowling again. “i havent been taking care of you,”

loki, who no longer felt disappointed or lonely, who was enjoying just the sound of your voice and feel of your skin, frowned with you. he didnt like the pain in your voice, the anger he could hear.

he really wasnt upset anymore, never upset with you, to begin with. he was only glad that you knew he’d missed you and that you seemed to feel the same. he was happy to see you away from your desk.

his brows furrowed.

then he smiled again, leaning in closer to you with an idea.

he lifted your face towards him with gentle fingers, admiring you before he spoke. “i know how i’d like you to make it up to me,” he said, smirking at you.

it was a familiar look. one you hadnt seen in far too many days.

“you do?” you asked him, forgetting your guilt for a moment while he stared at you.

he nodded, staring down at your lips. his damned smirk was glued to his face now, distracting you from anything besides him. “i rather think you’ll enjoy it..” he assured.

and then he kissed you, and guilt was the last thing on your mind.

the thing was: loki was already the perfect person for you.

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myhaikyuuacademia · 3 years

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Zemo x Reader [pt 2]

Part 1 Summary: hurt comfort, worried reader, bed sharing (no smut) Warnings: none that I can think of, Zemo gets injured by Walker throwing the shield at him lol, swearwords Notes: I just had to continue their story oml, this is so sappy and fluffy

It had been a few days since you and Zemo confronted your feelings. You’d been sneaking glances and lingering touches since then, but Bucky and Sam rarely left you a chance to do anything more. The three of them were going to Mama Donya’s funeral to try and convince Karli to stop hurting innocent people, but they had been gone for longer than you thought they would. Sam and Bucky didn’t want you with them, convinced they could handle it themselves. Zemo probably didn’t mind you staying at home either, safe from any potential danger. You grew restless. Surely, talking to Karli couldn’t take that long?

Something must have happened. The decision was made: you were going out to check on them. You didn’t think of the fact that you didn’t even know what direction they went, much less where the funeral was held. All you were thinking about was their safety. But before you could even get up, the door opened and Sam and Bucky came through the door, beat up, and carrying an unconscious Zemo. ‘‘What the hell happened?!” You stood up from the couch to give them a place to lay Zemo down. ‘‘Walker happened.’‘ Sam growled. ‘‘Jesus...’‘ you sighed, making your way over to the kitchen to grab some towels, wetting them and then going back to the couch Zemo was passed out on. You were trying your best not to show how worried you were, but still couldn’t stop yourself from caring for him. ‘‘Aw come on, really? He won’t die.‘‘ Sam remarked when he noticed you kneeling down beside Zemo. ‘‘Yeah, you could have at least brought us some too.’‘ Bucky added. You turned around to face the two guys apparently moping at the fact that you didn’t bring them a bandaid for their boo-boos. ‘‘Are you unconscious? No? Then you can take care of yourselves.’‘ Without another comment you turned back around and started taking care of the wound on Zemo’s forehead. You cleaned the already dried blood from his face, carefully, trying not to hurt him. Once you were satisfied with your work you got up to put the dirty towel away and get some bandaids and ice for his head. By now Sam and Bucky were carefully observing you, done with cleaning themselves. ‘‘You seem awfully worried about him.’‘ Sam commented, right as you placed the ice on his head. ‘‘Again, he is unconscious. Plus, don’t we need him for something? That’s the whole reason he is even out of prison. Not to mention I’m a nice person, if any of you were unconscious I’d do the same.’‘ You got up to face Sam and Bucky. ‘‘I don’t think he has any medicine. Or food. Can you go get some? I’ll babysit.’‘ Reluctantly the two men made their way to get the needed stuff. Which left you all alone with Zemo once again. A groan alerted you the fact that Zemo was waking up. You rushed over to him, kneeling down beside him once again. ‘‘Darling, what did I miss?” His voice was rough, the accent even more prominent right now. A relieved chuckle left your mouth, if you weren’t so worried about accidentally hurting him you would be kissing him. ‘‘Walker knocked you out with his shield apparently.’‘ His hand reached up to the bag of ice, mostly melted by now. ‘‘Oh sorry, is that too cold? I can put it away.’‘ You cursed yourself for sounding so worried. He just smiled, ‘‘It’s okay. You cared for me?’‘ You smiled, ‘‘Of course.’‘ He reached out for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, before closing his eyes in pain and exhaustion again. ‘‘Thank you.’‘ With a soft expression you reached down with the hand not holding his, to gently push a strand of hair out of his face, your fingers barely ghosting over his skin, in an effort not to hurt him. You kept sitting like this for a few more minutes, silent, just being in the moment. Grateful he was okay. When Bucky and Sam came home with several crinkly plastic bags full of food and first aid kits, you were sitting on the same couch as Zemo, who had pulled his legs closer to him to allow you some space, reading a book. Careful to keep a distance that the two avengers wouldn’t question upon their return. ‘‘Food!” You put the book down with a big grin on your face, ecxited at the prospect of something to eat. “Any ideas on what you want to cook? We brought something of pretty much everything.” Bucky directed the question at you. “What are you talking about? I’m not cooking.” You furrowed your brows. ‘‘Well Bucky here can’t cook, and I am way to exhausted, but I am totally good at cooking just saying. ” Something about Sam’s statement made you doubt that he was a good cook. “I’m a terrible cook. Why did you expect me to cook?” Before the two could do any more than make grimaces and shrug, Zemo interjected. “Not to flatter myself, but I am quite good competent when it comes to cooking.” “Yeah right, as if we’re gonna let you cook.” Sam squinted his eyes. “You’ll probably poison us or something.” You snorted. ‘‘I don’t think we have any other choice, at least a death by poison is quicker than a death by starvation.’‘ You shrugged, indifferent. You didn’t even notice at first, it was honestly a little embarassing how long it took you to realise, but you’ve practically been glued to Zemo’s side the whole day. Where he went, you went. Once you realised, you just hoped that Sam and Bucky didn’t pick up on it. Currently he was preparing the food, cutting vegetables, and you were standing on the other side of the isle, head propped up on your hands with your elbows resting on the cool surface. You were watching him intently. He smirked, not oblivious to your eyes on him and your clinginess. Standing a few feet away from you was Sam, who had been watching you critically for a few minutes now. Apparently he noticed too. ‘‘Why are you looking at him like that?” You turned around, blinking, “like what?”. “You’ve been staring at him ever since he started cooking.” He stated. Bucky joined him now, taking the few steps that had seperated them before to stand next to his colleague. You mustered your best mock confusion. “Just trying to make sure he doesn’t poison us.” You half-joked, trying to deflect. Bucky shook his head, ‘‘You’ve been following him around all day, like a lost puppy.’‘ “Not true.” You just said. “You have.” Zemo chimed in. You turned around to him, dumbfounded. ‘‘Ugh shut up.” Sam looked at the two of you quizzically. “Are you two sleeping together?” You choked on your spit. “What?!” You turned around to face him again. Bucky seemed surprised too. “Sam, I don’t think she would.” He tried mediating. “Just look at her, the way she’s been acting since we came back, tending to his wounds, following him around, staring at him - without a break - for what must have been like 15 minutes.” Sam argued. “You know what? Maybe I’ll just sleep with him tonight, just to fuck you off.” Your words laced with venom, you looked at him defiantly, before walking past him, grabbing your shoes and phone and walking through the front door. “So you haven’t slept together?” He called after you, leaving you to slam the door in annoyance. Bucky was about to follow you when Zemo spoke up. “Just leave her be. I think she wants to be alone right now.” He turned to Sam. “No, we have not had sex.” Then he just went back to preparing the food, leaving Bucky to sigh and fall onto the couch and Sam to run a hand through his face.

You were back in time for dinner, thanks to a quick message from Zemo. Most of the time eating was spent in a tense silence. Zemo tried to lighten the mood once or twice with some jokes or funny observations he made, but to no avail. In the end you all went to bed super early to avoid the weird atmosphere. Soon you found yourself standing in front of the door to Zemo’s bedroom though. You hesitated, before softly knocking on the heavy, wooden door. A faint “come in.” made you open the door slowly, not to make any noise and startle the other inhabitants of the safehouse. You closed it behind you with just as much care. “Are you here to “fuck off Sam”, princess?” He asked, amused and clearly joking. “Yeah, totally, 100%.” you said, the sarcasm obvious. You made your way over to the bed he was currently reading in. “May I?” you gestured to the bed, asking him if you were allowed to join him. He simply nodded, before continuing to read. You climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blanket and scooted as close as possible to the baron lying next to you. Head on his shoulder, reading along with him, just enjoying being able to be this close, to touch him. He soon closed the book and put it on the nightstand next to him. Wrapping his hands around you he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You were content, laying in his arms like this. Right now, you didn’t want to think about all the possible outcomes of this, most not having a happy ending for the two of you. Right now you just wanted to enjoy this moment. You held him, not daring to let you go, and he held you, not letting you slip away to an uncertain future. A/N: at this point this might as well just become a series,,, no promises but a part 3 might be planned as well- Taglist: @ajeff855 @heyassbutt05 @lowkey-love-loki

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Worth It

AN: So someone asked for a part 2 to "The Calm Before The Storm" so here it is, though this can be read as a stand alone. Also planning on maybe updating "The Ultimatum" tomorrow but they gave us more work, so I'll see what I can do abt that. Anyways enjoy bitches.

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“Can you say mommy? Mommy?” Wanda says to little Tommy as she raised him into the air, meanwhile, Tommy was just giggling at her.

“No, say mama Tommy, mama. Come on kid, it’s much easier than mommy right? “ Y/N said as she passed by them with Billy perched on her hip, playing with a toy in his hands. “How about you, Billy? Can you say mama?” She said as she turned to the boy in her arms with a smile on her face.

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The Maximoff family were enjoying a day at the park. Billy and Tommy were sat in between their mothers with ice cream messily dripping down their hands and smeared across their faces.

“Look mama, Billy has a beard,” Tommy said with a giggle as he pointed at Billy’s face, which prompted him to try and lick it off, causing another round of giggles.

“Here let me, buddy,” Wanda said with an amused smile as she seemingly produced a napkin out of nowhere, though come to think of it, she might have.

“You’re one to laugh Tommy, you’ve got a beard too, little man” Y/N chuckled as she ruffled up his hair, only to earn a squeal of complaint.

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“MOMMY, MAMA WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS” The boys yelled in sync as they repeatedly jumped on the foot of the bed.

“Alright, alright boys. Get off the bed and let your mother sleep in. You know how she is this early in the morning” Wanda teased playfully, earning a few giggled from the boys.

“Yeah, mama’s so grumpy,” Billy said in agreement

“And she moves so slow too” Tommy chimed in, mockingly saying the words slower than usual.

“And she acts like a zombie too” Billy added.

Finally having enough of the teasing, Y/N launched herself off the bed and tackled both the boys to the floor, pinning them down as her hands glided over their sides, causing a fit of laughter from them.

“Oh, so I’m slow huh?” Y/N said with a smirk on her face as she continued to tickle them.

Meanwhile, Wanda watched with a fond smile on her face as she leaned on the door.

“Mommy help please” The boys pleaded through their laughs.

Eventually, Wanda took hold of Y/N using her powers and lifted her off of the boys, and settled her on the bed.

“What do you say to a little revenge boys?”

The twins only looked at each other before launching themselves at the bed as they proceeded to tickle Y/N and exact their revenge.

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT MAXIMOFF” Y/N yelled at Wanda’s retreating form that was headed to the kitchen.

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“Mommy look at what mama made” the boys yelled from their backyard. Wanda set down the dish she was washing, drying her hands on the apron she wore while making her way over to them, her curiosity piqued. She looked over to them and saw the boys a few feet away from Y/N who was just finishing up with securing the rope to the tree.

“Y/N what in the world is this?”

“It’s a tire swing Wands, come on the boys love it already. Right, boys?” The boys nodded their heads excitedly in agreement.

“Are you sure that thing’s safe, darling?” Wanda asked skeptically.

“Well of course it is, honey. Here, I’ll even test it out myself.”

And with that, a determined Y/N sat on the swing before pushing off. It started small, but Y/N wanted to show her that it was more than safe so she pushed herself harder, using her feet to gather more momentum. This ended with her going higher and faster. The boys were watching from the sidelines amazed. Everything was going well, but only for a while. Because the next moment, a small snap came from the tree that the swing was hanging on to, though Y/N barely noticed, none of them did. Then another snap was heard, this time louder, and with that the branch snapped just as Y/N was swinging from the highest point, launching her into the air.

Her face was comical. Y/N could only squeeze her eyes shut, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the tire. As she prepared for the impact with the ground, she found that it never came. After a few more beats of silence, she opened her eyes only to be met with the grass an inch away from her face. Then she noticed the red mist that surrounded her whole body. She tore her gaze off of the ground and stared at Wanda, whose hands were extended forward, her eyes glowing a red hue. Slowly Y/N felt herself getting lowered and with that the red hue and red mist slowly disappeared.

“I don’t want to say I told you so, but…” Y/N’s only response was a pout.

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“They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them”

“It wouldn’t change how they see me”

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They’ve been through hell and back together. With the whole Multiverse of Madness fiasco that happened and with helping Strange with a few more problems. They all gained a family they never knew they needed, and Wanda was thankful for it. Both Strange and Loki helped her heal after what happened in Westview, even taking her to see a therapist. Strange even taught her a few meditative techniques and how to better control her powers.

It’s been 11 years since they first came together. 11 years since she’s lost them, since she lost her home. But she was getting them back, just like Strange said she would.

Currently, Wanda was in the living room of the New York Sanctum with Loki sat on one of the couches, keeping her company as she paced around, her nerves starting to take over.

With a soft sigh, Loki stood up and made his way over to her, grasping her by the shoulders as he made her look at him.

“Look at me. Everything is going to be alright. We’ve been working towards this for years, Wanda, you can’t back out now. Now, breath with me, that’s right in and out. There you go”

A few seconds passed by before a knock came from the door, making their heads turn towards it. The door opened up with Strange’s head peeking through.

“They’re here. You can make your way to the foyer and I’ll take them there to you”

“I’ll come with” And with that, both men left.

When they were gone, Wanda forced herself to take a few more deep breaths before making her way to the foyer. Her head was swimming with thoughts and doubts all the way there, her hands started to fidget together.

What if they don’t recognize her? What if Y/N didn’t want her anymore? What if they blamed her for everything?

Before her thoughts could spiral more, she realized that she was in the foyer already. She made her way over to the middle, directly in front of the stairs. She didn’t have to wait long before she heard footsteps making their way down the stairs.

Her eyes filled with tears as her boys came into her view. Once they saw her they hurriedly made their way down the stairs to her, with Tommy using his superspeed, Billy going as fast as he can. Wanda was immediately engulfed in their arms as tears fell on all their faces. At that moment, all of Wanda’s doubts faded away.

“I knew you’d save us,” Billy said, his voice muffled.

“I missed you boys so much,” She said, pressing kisses to the top of their heads.

Wanda pulled back to look at them, a hand on both their cheeks as she scanned her eyes over them. They look just like they did when she last saw them. When she finally looked up from them, her eye caught more people making their way over to her. At the forefront of the group was Y/N slightly behind her was Pietro, the real Pietro. He had a smirk on his face, his expression smug as can be.

“Didn’t see that coming” he said before bringing her into a bear hug.

“Move aside you, little shit. It’s my turn” Both Maximoff siblings chuckled before Pietro let go after one last squeeze.

“You’re too clingy Y/N” Pietro replied. Y/N only stuck her tongue out at him before turning her head to look at Wanda. She grasped her face in her hands, a smile on both their faces.

“It’s been too long, Wands”

“It has, hasn’t it?”

“Mmm, you’re still as beautiful as ever, babe,” Y/N said, causing Wanda to blush, a small laugh making its way out. Eventually, Y/N couldn’t take it anymore and surged forward, capturing Wanda’s lips in a kiss.

And finally, everything was right in the world. Everything was worth it, all the sleepless nights, all the sacrifices that have lead up to this point were worth it. Because she had them back, she had her family back.

She was finally home.

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Taglist: @madamevirgo

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandaviz #wandavision #marvel #mcu #billy maximoff #tommy maximoff #pietro maximoff #dr.strange #stephen strange #loki #loki odinson

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Love and Chocolate

TITLE: Love and Chocolate

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: mooncat163

Imagine Loki occasionally wanting to be clingy to you. On the days where he doesn’t have missions, he’ll follow you around the house, helping you but also taking the opportunity to touch you when he can. You give him a faux annoyed glare, but he simply grins at you. Anyway, you’re a sucker for Loki so it can’t be helped.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: none, just fluff

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When you woke in your bed early one morning, you expected to wake alone. After all, you’d gone to bed alone the previous evening. Now there was a large body next to you, sprawled out on the opposite side of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you slowly sat up so that you wouldn��t disturb him.

If someone were to mention Loki’s name, they would immediately think of the taciturn brother of Thor, the one who’d tried to conquer the planet. They wouldn’t think of him as being soft and gentle, or even patient.

That was their loss, though, you thought, as you very carefully brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his cheek. All the better to have him to yourself.

When you left the bed, you silently drew the curtains, and closed the bedroom door before padding quietly to the kitchen. He’d just returned from a mission and was likely tired, so you wanted to let him sleep for as long as he wanted.

You moved around soundlessly while making yourself breakfast, intending to cook for him when he did get up. You should have known better though, and smiled softly when two arms circled your waist from behind. Loki’s large hands splayed out over your stomach and he pulled you back into his chest. You leaned back into him while tilting your head to the side so that he could kiss the curve of your neck.

“Good morning, pet,” he breathed, sleepily.

“Good morning,” you replied. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home yet.”

“Hmmm,” he murmured. “We got home rather late, but I came straight here.”

“A pleasant surprise, then.”

You felt his smile against your skin just before he kissed your temple. He didn’t let go while you continued to cook, at least until you pointed him to the tea kettle.

“The water’s hot. What would you like to eat?”

“Waffles,” he replied, almost immediately, which was what you’d been making anyway.

“Okay. Sit and relax, yeah?”

So he did, and you finished making the waffles, and brought them, plus a bowl of sliced fruit, and chicken tenders to the table and sat with him. You both ate in silence until he’d finished his first cup of tea.

“Do you have any plans today?” You asked.

“None, other than spending time with my sweetheart,” he replied. “You?”

“Well, there is this certain prince that I’ve been seeing...he might not appreciate that I have another fella over.”

Loki laughed softly at that, knowing that you were comfortable teasing him. There would have been a time in his past where he might not have recognized the joke.

“But really, I’ve taken a few days off. I wanted to do some cleaning, and thought maybe I’d try my hand at baking…”

“Cake?” Loki interrupted, suddenly very interested.

“Well, bread, actually, but I can bake a cake, too, while the oven’s hot.”

“Splendid!”

If there was just one thing that Loki enjoyed more than pranking the Avengers, it was sweets, specifically chocolate cake. He could eat a whole one all by himself, which you found out quite by accident. You’d made a double layer cake the first time that he’d been to your home. You had cooked dinner for him, and then served the dessert. He evidently enjoyed it, so you told him to have as much as he liked, and then you watched, rather bemused and awestruck, while he finished it off. After that, you tried out other types of cakes, but chocolate emerged as his favorite.

After eating, Loki stood beside you at the sink while you hand washed the few dishes. He dried them and put them away, and then stood behind you to hug you quickly, or to kiss the nape of your neck.

Once that was done, you got dressed in order to start on the list of chores you wanted to get done today. So, old mail was scanned or shredded, books were placed back on the shelves, the bed was stripped and made with clean sheets and covers. When you’d finished making the bed, Loki scooped you up and fell across it with you. You scolded him while he laughed, then he started tickling you until you were breathless.

“No cake until I get my chores done!” You gasped, trying to catch his wrists. “And no magic, either.”

“Spoilsport,” he chuckled, but helped you up anyway.

He wanted to help, so you set him to dusting, and folding the laundry as it came out of the dryer. When he lingered over your unmentionables, you tried to rescue them, but he ended up playing ‘keep away’. He was too tall for you to reach them, and he wasn’t ticklish when you tried that tactic. So, you again threatened him with no cake, so he relented. You then quickly took the tempting items to your bedroom and put them away.

“I swear you’re like a child!” You told him, exasperated.

Loki merely shrugged and grinned at you, unrepentant. You couldn’t help but shake your head, but you did give him a quick kiss before starting on the next tasks. He vacuumed while you mopped the kitchen and bathrooms, and then everything was done.

He stole another kiss while you washed your hands and took out the recipe for the bread you wanted to make. Before you started, though, you handed him your tablet.

“Look here, and find something you like.”

You showed him how to search Pinterest, and how to save cake recipes that caught his interest. That kept him engrossed while you started on the bread. He would occasionally glance up to watch for a couple of minutes before going back to his search.

“Molten lava cake!” He finally announced.

“Sounds delish,” you replied, while you were busy kneading the bread dough.

Loki came up behind you, with his arms inevitably coming around your waist, while he watched over your shoulder. After a moment, he kissed your ear before nibbling at your lobe. You couldn’t push him away without getting flour all over him, but you did manage to elbow him just once.

“Behave and I’ll wash your hair.”

Loki perked up at that. “Conditioner, too?” He asked, hopefully.

“If you want,” you replied, “but you have to let me get the bread ready to bake.”

“Alright,” he sighed, reluctantly letting you go.

“Why don’t you check my pantry and pull out the ingredients for your cake?”

Once you had the bread dough set aside to rise, you double checked the ingredients, then started putting everything together. You decided to use small ramekins so that you could save some to bake later in the evening. Loki watched intently, until you handed him the batter bowl. He wasn’t sure what to do with it until you scooped some of the remaining batter and put it into your mouth.

“My mom always let me lick the bowl,” you explained.

He followed your example, and then smiled. “I’ve never done this.”

“I’ll make sure to let you have it when I bake again.”

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Later, once the bread and cakes were done, and after the evening meal, you and Loki relaxed in your large tub. You’d brought a plate with two of the cakes, which were still warm, while Loki carried wine and two glasses.

Now you were curled against his chest while you fed him bites of the cake between sips of wine. You’d washed each other’s hair, and now rested together. Loki had his hand on your neck, and would pull you close for a kiss, or for a nibble on your neck or earlobe. In turn, you ran your hand over his chest or down his arm.

“What are you thinking, pet?” He asked, softly, when you sighed and put your head on his shoulder.

“Just thinking,” you replied, uncertain whether you wanted to voice your thoughts.

“About what?” Loki ran his fingers through your hair.

“About how much I love this certain prince that I’m seeing.”

Loki’s hand stopped its movement, and you were sure that you’d made a mistake in telling him how you felt. He set his wine aside in order to have you look at him.

“Truly?”

When you nodded, he smiled and kissed you until you were breathless.

“Your certain prince loves you, too,” he said.

Loki tightened his arms in order to hold you close when you sighed again. He scooped a bit of the chocolate filling, painted your lips with it, and then kissed you again.

“Especially when you taste like chocolate.”

#Loki #Submitted one shot #Lover #God of Mischief #Doodle #imagine #submission #love and chocolate #mooncat163

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Men who I think would be soft for their baby for no other reasons than because I want them to be, in no particular order but still numbered ten to one because I like countdowns...

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Part two —> part one here

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This one’s for you @activist-af, no Finn and Kol erasure here Lottie

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10. Raleigh Becket

A really good man who is a little too impulsive at times and has pretty much no sense of self preservation and always seems to get himself into worsening situations

Is so fucking soft for his baby that it’s insanity

His baby is in no way the same kind of super soldier he is, she’s literally the softest baby in the world, and he’s just so careful with her

Like he follows her around the compound and just makes sure she’s okay

Eats every meal with her, shares a room with her, literally does pretty much everything with her just in awe

So many cuddles before and after a mission, lots of reassurance, kisses her entire face everywhere at least twice and has to get practically dragged away

Endures so much teasing from his partner

I don’t care if his character is suited for a dominant female you can’t change my mind on this one this man is soft as fuck

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9. Ambrose Spellman

A reformed radical warlock who has been locked in one house for a hundred years and is itching to go on a self-destructive bender after cleaning up his family’s messes for years

In absolutely no position to be in a committed relationship but I don’t give a single fuck

He would follow his baby around like a damn puppy when finally free of the Spellman residence

Oh she wants to go to witch school? He’s tagging along

She wants to go travel? Lead the way

The park, carnival, movie theatre, cafe, literally endless places he would follow her

Would read to her as she falls asleep and tell her all his little bits of knowledge on things that he collected during his time stuck in the house

A soft man that is final

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8. Richard O’Connell

Cannot survive a normal, mundane life because it’s “too boring” for a man like him and would risk it all for a mummy invasion even if it means that he dies in the process

But by god he is so fucking soft I just know it

Keeps her safe at all costs even when she pouts at him and makes him take her with him when he travels

Refuses to leave her side when they go abroad because his track record with ancient curses is not great and there’s no way he’s letting some gross ass mummy hurt her

*dramatic gasp* HE ACTUALLY REFUSES SOME DANGEROUS MISSIONS FOR HER???

Does the thing where he leans into her hand when she touches his face and like kisses her palm

Definitely sleeps curled around his baby and wakes up at the slightest noise ready to hurt any intruders

I would literally do anything for this level of soft

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7. Finn Mikaelson

A one thousand year+ original vampire who has absolutely zero sense of self preservation and actively seeks death because of how much he hates himself and would gladly bring his family down with him because mommy said so

Doesn’t quite fit the full dominant image but I don’t care he fits the soft part 1000%

Would bring her with him when he goes to see his family and is always wrapped around her the whole time

Endures all the teasing that would come with that for her because she’s?? Just?? So?? Cute and perfect???

Literally a thousand years old and would still absolutely crumple for his baby in SECONDS

If she cried it would literally be game over

There would be two people crying

He would be crying MORE than her

Epic date night planner, meticulously detailed, would pay so much attention to the things she likes and picks up on even the smallest clues

God he’s so soft I want one

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6. Clint Barton

Largely pushed aside Avenger who has been evil in the past and appears at times to miss the evil a little too much

This one doesn’t even need an explanation, I’m literally right and this one has proved himself countless times

This man is the love of my life so yes: I am biased

Badass, sarcastic, cold archer Avenger by day; soft, caring, gentle man by night

Goes home, soaked with blood and sweat, and pulls his baby into the shower and just sags into her arms

Lives for her fingers in his hair after a long day

And bubble baths with her

Has gotten in trouble countless times for skipping important meetings but does not give a single fuck about it

Teaches her archery and doesn’t yell once (which is a feat pointing to his softness because once he tried to teach Nat and they yelled at each other the entire time)

HE IS SOFT, CASE CLOSED

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5. Bellamy Blake

Incited a radical uprising in a highly dangerous and sensitive situation for really no reason at all other than the fact that he wanted to be the de facto leader of something

As per usual, I don’t care about canon characteristics this is my world I can do whatever I want

Every bone in this man’s body is a protective one

Yes, every single one (No, I’m not sorry about this)

Does not take shit from anyone about her, has definitely shut an entire group of people up for talking about her badly

Gets so nervous when she does anything even remotely dangerous and when she does he’s stuck to her side like glue

He’s so touchy and talks so quietly to her, not because he doesn’t want anyone to hear him call her his baby but because he just literally can’t bring himself to raise his voice he’s that soft for her

Does everything in his power to make sure she’s comfortable which is by no means easy in the slightest

So many forehead kisses that it’s almost barf worthy but he doesn’t care because she loves it and that’s all that matters

The radical leader is a fucking puddle of softness for his baby and that’s final

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4. Loki

A trickster god who always teeters precariously on the edge of good and evil and no one ever knows which side he’ll favour at any given moment

Except when it comes to his baby then he’s good duh

Tiptoes around her because he would definitely be the type to go for a baby who jumps easily and he’s loud and kind of clunky so he’s always just slow and gentle

So much gentle teasing and giggling like oh god it’s tooth rotting sweetness

He takes her hands and just puts them on him, like his chest and cheeks and jaw and arms

Anywhere he just wants her touching him all the time

He rests his chin on her shoulder or head and reads whatever she’s reading or watches her go about her hobbies, kissing her cheek in between

This girl would never work a day in her life she would be ridiculously well taken care of

Would burn down a city for her with little provoking

As soft as butter for his baby

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3. Kai Parker

Bringing back the “needs a therapist, not a girl” but sprinkle in a touch of volatile daddy issues that has created a man so hyper reactive to every negative situation whose only solution is to lash out because he figures no one loves him anyway

But sweep all that aside because fuck it, I don’t like it

He would worship his baby 110%

Is the type of man to let her do his nails and put as many face masks as she wants on him

Can’t sleep without her literally on top of him

He so clingy and touchy, loves when she grabs his hand, internally screams whenever it happens

Has for sure killed for her that isn’t even a question it’s just a fact

“He didn’t do anything” “he looked at you” “but Kai” “but baby”

Would do it again

I DON’T CARE: HE’S SOFT FOR HIS BABY

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2. Jasper Hale

A literal once upon a time confederate soldier who made child soldiers for his dom-vamp girlfriend because he was “in love”

This man has ripped so many heads off so many bodies but I don’t give a single fuck I know he goes home to his baby and just picks her up and does not put her down

Face it, his family is rich, he doesn’t have to do anything, naps are definitely a big part of his routine and he’s always just snoozing with her on the couch, pulling her onto his lap and pulling a blanket off the back and they’re just asleep

Goes out for dinner with her, makes it through maybe twenty minutes, the entire time he’s waiting for it and then boom, the puppy eyes, game over, they’re home in minutes

Has skipped so many family functions

Will make any excuse to just go the fuck home

Sometimes he doesn’t even make an excuse he just fucking leaves

He’s touchy too I just know it look at that face the man lives for contact

The verdict is in-- 100/10 SOFT

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1. Kol Mikaelson

Perhaps the angriest, most volatile, I-hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it, thousand year old+ original vampire who has been stomped on so much and died so many times that he has no true sense of the world, trust, and love left

Oh GOD this man, this FUCKING MAN

THE SOFTEST MAN HOLY SHIT

I don’t even care what y’all think about this one Kol is so damn soft

This man is the inventor of cuddling

And he doesn’t give one single fuck about where and when I just know it

Family dinner? The witch market? CHURCH??

It doesn’t matter, he’s pressed against her

Oh god this man is protective

Maybe a little possessive too

I don’t care

His family calls him unpredictable so hey he may as well live up to it and burn down a bar or two or twenty for his baby

Shows her all of his witch things and rambles about them all

Is always pulling one of his shirts or hoodies over her head

AGAIN BUBBLE BATHS I JUST KNOW IT

He likes washing her back and just getting to be alone with her

He likes it even more when she washes his hair like he just sinks to his knees and closes his eyes and gives into it

GOD MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST FOR HOW SOFT KOL IS

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#Kol mikaelson #loki #kai parker #bellamy blake #jasper hale #ambrose spellman #finn mikaelson #clint barton #hawkeye #raleigh becket #rick o'connell #the originals #the vampire diaries #the avengers #twilight #pacific rim #the mummy #the 100 #the chilling adventures of sabrina

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chipper9906 · 3 years

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Heal The Cracks Within My Heart - Chapter 8: Homesick

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR LOKI SEASON 1 EPISODE 6 ‘FOR ALL TIME. ALWAYS.’

Pairings: Loki/Sylvie

Rating: General Audiences

Chapter Word Count: 7,142

Overall Word Count: 72,547

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“Is it because you don’t want to hit me?” It takes everything Sylvie has not to physically laugh in his face. “I know we’ve grown a fair bit closer since then, but you seemed to have no trouble doing it in the past. You slammed my face into that… stool thing, remember? Just… think about how annoying you found me then, or… or think about when I accidentally destroyed the TemPad, or -- Oh! How angry you were when I tried to stop you from killing He Who Remains, that was -- Oh wait! A little bit earlier, when I said about falling in love with this other version of you! What would you do if you saw me after catching me flirting with—”

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The morning after was never usually so comfortable for Sylvie.

That was because most of the time… there was no morning after. It didn’t matter how kindly her partner for the evening has treated her, or how clingy they became — whether they knew the Apocalypse was upon them or not. She would never, ever, let herself fall asleep in a strangers bed, or… or couch, or… well, sometimes in an Apocalypse, it’s more of a ‘hook up in this dark alley’ kind of moment, so it wasn’t like she would be getting any sleep there, either.

It was a new experience for her. For a moment, she wasn’t sure why she had awoken with a smile on her face, given that there isn’t usually anything good happening in her life to warrant its presence. But then her sleep-addled mind registered the sensation of arms securely wrapped around her, of warm, bare skin pressed against her own, and the memories of last night came flooding back: clothes haphazardly tossed to the side, slick mouths sliding together, hands exploring toned muscles that danced under each others touch, fingers tangling into long locks as breathy moans are panted against each other's lips, the feel of sweat covered skin as they moved against one another.

She hadn’t realized just how much she wanted this, how much she had been missing. She had only really known the physical side of sex, because… it is a very physical act. But now she knows how different it is when she’s not letting some random stranger be the one to explore her body, but someone she cares for, and someone she knows cares for her in return. No, not just cares for her, but loves her.

She still couldn’t quite believe it, even though Loki had repeated the confession a few times at her request. She had never really considered the possibility of love — both loving someone, and having someone love her back. There had been no room for it in her life, living the way that she did, and she could never look past the mission. It hadn’t seemed to matter what became of her life once she took down the TVA; revenge had been all she knew, and all she ever wanted.

It was strange that now, that want had transitioned from one singular mission to… a person. Actually, when she thought about it… that was greatly oversimplifying things. She wanted more than just Loki, she wanted… a life with him, some sense of normalcy — as normal as normal can be in their life, anyway. Something other than being on the run constantly, or being hunted down, or being the one doing the hunting.

Even now, living in this small slice of domesticity with Loki, she still struggled to see that future. Not just because she’s never lived that kind of life, but because… she couldn’t see an end to this. It had taken all this time to kill one man, and now… they have to kill endless amounts of that same man?

They still had so much to learn about the Multiverse. Even if she could wrap her head around the number of timelines that now exist, and even if they could kill every version of He Who Remains in those timelines… wouldn’t there always be timelines popping up into existence with every small alteration? From one singular timeline, there had been an eruption of other timelines, to which those timelines bred their own timelines, and so on and so on. Killing every version of He Who Remains — or at least, the bad versions — didn’t seem like a job they could just… wrap up and then carry on with their lives. It wasn’t even a job that seemed achievable in their lifetimes. They would have to pass it on to someone else — which then brought up the question of who they would pass such a burden onto, especially when… when all this was on her.

Or… or they’d have to find a way to run things from outside the limits of time. Set up shop in the citadel at the end of time, keeping them from aging so they can do this… endlessly. Never growing old, never able to find a moment of peace. It would make these little moments they found within Apocalypses seem like dream vacations in comparison…

“Should I be worried over whatever you’re worrying about?”

Sylvie startles at the sound of Loki’s voice, shuffling around and glancing up to see him peering down at her with groggy eyes.

The clarity slowly comes back into Loki’s eyes as he wakes up. It was surprisingly easy for Sylvie to lose track of her thoughts when his eyes met hers, still able to picture the way they had looked last night: the blue of his irises all but disappearing as his pupils took over; darkened eyes hungrily taking her in, drinking in every detail and preserving it to memory like he may never get the chance to see her like this again—

“Sylvie?”

“Uh…” Sylvie snaps herself back to the present. “…What makes you think I’m worrying over anything?”

Sylvie feels Loki’s arms shrug around her. “Call it a hunch. Or… call it the fact that you feel so tense, I was wondering if you were about to bolt from the bed.”

Loki’s tone was a joking one, but Sylvie could hear that little tidbit of anxiety hidden in there, too. He genuinely thought that the last part was a possibility, and whilst she knew that wasn’t going to happen, she couldn’t blame Loki for thinking so.

“Nothing, just… overthinking, as usual.” She gives him a small smile, one that he mirrors back at her.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m… just getting used to the feeling of all this, I suppose.”

Loki chuckles in agreement, glancing around at the cozy wooden and stone walls of the Inn that sheltered them from the elements. The single window situated in the wall to the left of them showed views of the snow-covered forest they had come from, the few snowflakes they could see lazily drifting to the ground in no way an indicator of the deathly snowstorm that was supposed to befall this picturesque little village.

Sylvie turns herself around in Loki’s arms until they were face to face. “Aren’t we supposed to be out there saving all the universes?” she asks teasingly, playfully nudging her knee against his.

Loki lets out an odd mixture between a hum and a groan. “We probably should be, yes. Doesn’t mean I want to right this minute, though.”

Loki was much too comfortable right now to do much of anything. He didn’t want this small bubble of peace they were engulfed in to be burst — which it would be. It always is. But if he could just get a few extra minutes of this, then… He’d do whatever good deed the universe… universes —plural — was now apparently expecting of him.

Sylvie apparently agreed with him, seeming in no hurry to escape the comfort of the bed’s plush blankets — or his arms, for that matter.

“How did you end up being the big spoon?” Sylvie asks him, referring to the sleeping position she had woken up in.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Loki was getting strangely offended at the challenge to his role in spooning. “I am the taller one; it makes more sense for me to be the big spoon.”

“Hmm… you didn’t exactly have that kind of mentality last night,” Sylvie’s words land exactly the way she intended, grinning at the flush that steadily made its way across Loki’s face. “The man who clamors for control… actually prefers being dominated.”

“When it’s you,” Loki grumbled.

“Oh? So you’re more… ‘in control’ with other partners?”

“Yes,” Loki asserts, trying to claw back some of his pride. “I usually prefer being the one who dictates the flow of things… leaving my partner at my mercy — and my mercy alone.”

“Mm-Hmm,” Sylvie hums thoughtfully, peering up at Loki through squinted eyes. “So… why did you leave all that to me last night?”

“Because, when I typically take control, I intend for my partner to thoroughly enjoy it,” Loki answers. “With you… I didn’t think you’d like that all that much; losing control, especially when in... in such a vulnerable state. I…”

Loki paused for a moment, frowning in concentration as he tried to find the right words. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but… I think we both know that all of your previous partners have been one-time affairs, have they not? With this, I…”

“Were you… worried you wouldn’t compare?” Sylvie asks.

“What? No—” It was kind of that, but it wasn’t the main point Loki was trying to get across. “—No, it’s…” Loki sighed harshly. “Call me sappy if you’d like, but… I guess a part of me was scared you might see this as another one of those one-time things. I… I didn’t want to do anything that you’re not comfortable with, so I just let you take the reins, because… the last thing I wanted to do was scare you off. I wanted to ensure that this, that our first time with each other, would be one to deposit into your good memories. Because, whilst it might be our first time, I was rather quite hoping that it would be the first of many.”

Oh…

Loki’s eyes dropped down and away from her, and just like that, any pretensions of teasing him any further had flown right out the window. Sylvie lifted up her hand from where it rested against the bed, placing it tenderly across his cheek. Her thumb slowly drifted up and down across the sharp edge of his jaw, drawing his line of sight back to hers.

“First of all? You don’t need to worry about comparing yourself to the others. Not one bit,” Sylvie assures him. “In fact, it doesn’t even compare. None of them do.”

Her words at least seem to be reaching Loki as the truth she intended them to be, the corner of his lips curling up by just the slightest. A part of her wondered if he was playing this as a whole ‘self-conscious lover’ kind of thing so she’d sit here and boost his ego. Then again, she’d probably do the same thing…

“Secondly, I fully intend for this to be a regular occurrence,” Sylvie states like it’s a matter of fact. Loki raises an eyebrow in surprise at the confidence in her voice — but naturally, he doesn’t question it. He’d have to be crazy to question such a thing. “And… okay, so you might have been right—”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Loki asks in disbelief, untangling one of his arms to cup his hand around his ear. “My, my… hearing that might just have felt better than—”

Sylvie shut him up with a swift punch to the arm, glaring at his ear-to-ear grin. “Egotistical bastard…”

“Sorry, sorry -- you were saying?”

Sylvie kept up the glare for a good few seconds more before she continued. “I was just going to say… thank you. Letting me… be the one in charge, it… it helped keep me at ease. And I know you wouldn’t do anything to me, but… bad habits die hard, I guess.”

“It’s okay,” Loki reassured her, lazily drifting his knuckles across the soft skin of her chin. “Having this… it’s already more than I ever thought I’d have. One step at a time, right? These are big changes; I wouldn’t just expect you to jump between them like it they’re no problem.”

“No -- but I’ll still give it my all.” Sylvie surges up to plant a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away before she lets it lead into a repeat of last night that they, unfortunately, didn’t have time for.

Ironic, considering they had two devices in their possession capable of transporting them through time and space.

“But that means you’ve got to start pushing me a little, too. Sometimes I’m going to need some help, someone to nudge me out of my comfort zones, okay? I want to start meeting this other Loki your other partners have had the privilege to meet.”

Loki grins unabashedly at her, raising a hand to his head in a mock salute. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now, come on—” Sylvie makes a start to get up, pulling herself out of Loki’s grip. “We should really start getting ready—”

Loki’s arms almost immediately snake back around her, dragging her back towards the warmth of the bed. Loki’s smile was nearly bright enough to match the pure white of the snow-blanketed on the windowsill, placed there not because of his actions, but because of hers. He knew that, if she really didn’t want to be pulled back into the bed, she would have stopped him. The fact that he was able to pull her back into his arms was because she was letting him.

Because she didn’t fancy leaving the bed as much as he didn’t

“Five more minutes?” he offers when she falls back into his chest. He uses his free hand to pull the blankets back around them before she even has a chance to respond to his offer.

“Fine.” Sylvie sounded annoyed, but Loki could hear the pleased undercurrents to her tone. “Just five more minutes.”

Two hours later, Sylvie was perched on the edge of the bed, finishing up tying the laces on her boots. She watched Loki out of the corner of her eye as he crouched by the fireplace, extinguishing the last few stubborn embers that continued to burn despite most of the fire having burnt out during the night.

Sylvie shrugged on the fur coat Loki had created for her — and then later discarded to the ground in his haste last night — reaching into its pockets and pulling out the TemPad. She slides it over her hand, squeezing her hand into a fist as she stares down at the TemPad.

“Would be nice to stay here forever, wouldn’t it?” Loki says wistfully, leaning back from the now-empty fireplace with a bitter-sounding sigh.

Sylvie barely hears him, too preoccupied with running a finger down the singular timeline that glowed up at her. Loki looks over at her silence, standing up from the fireplace and making his way over to her. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers, cocking his head at Sylvie as he comes to a stop in front of her.

“Is it whispering secrets to you that I can’t hear?” he asks teasingly, leaning forward as if trying to listen in closer.

“Oh, definitely.” Sylvie looks up from the TemPad with a sly smile. “It’s telling me every little dirty secret you’ve been trying to hide from me.”

“Ah… I’m afraid I don’t have any,” Loki counters. “At least, none that I’m aware I’m keeping from you.”

“Well, that’s not ominous…” Sylvie returns her gaze to the TemPad, tapping her finger against its surface. Not to input or choose anything, from what Loki could see.

“Are you keeping secrets?” Loki jokes… for the most part.

“None worth telling.”

Now that was ominous, Loki thought.

Loki takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to her, sighing softly as he runs a hand across the top of his head to push his hair back and out of the way. “You going to tell me what you’re thinking about? Is it… something to do with what you were worrying about earlier?”

“No,” Sylvie answers, and it’s the truth. She wasn’t thinking about that — not right now, anyway. “I was… thinking of doing something selfish.”

A beat of tense silence passes between them. Sylvie glances up to see Loki looking rather concerned, his eyes darting between her and the TemPad she held. It was only natural that he was thinking back to the time she last used the TemPad doing something ‘selfish’, resulting in him tumbling back through a Time-Door and nearly ending up imprisoned and potentially reset.

“...And… what exactly is that?” Loki finally gathers up the courage to ask.

“I… I know that we should really get a start on this whole… saving everyone thing…” Sylvie begins, her choice of words getting a hushed snort of laughter from Loki. “But… ever since what Mobius told us, I… I haven’t been able to get them out of my head.”

“Get… who out of your head?”

Sylvie taps at the TemPad, the patterns of squiggly lines atop its surface shifting around until one lone timeline shone up at them. “My family. I know they’re out there now; my past life -- the life I could have lived.”

“You want to see them.” Loki didn’t phrase it as a question.

“I know I probably shouldn’t. I know it… it won’t do me much good, to see everything I missed out on. But… it’s…”

“It’s home,” Loki uttered softly.

“Is it selfish?” she asks him, dropping her hand back down to her lap.

Loki takes in a deep breath through his nose, rocking back slightly. “If it is… I think you’re permitted to be, after everything that’s happened; everything that was taken from you. And besides—” Loki gestures to the TemPad. “—Maybe after we regale them with stories of the terrifying dictator we are courageously facing, we might just sway them into giving us a helping hand. The soldiers of Asgard would certainly be a good acquisition in the coming fight. We’ll need all the help we can get…”

“Kind of sounds like we’re building our own army…” Sylvie notes.

“I suppose… we are,” Loki realizes. “But… not in the traditional way. There’s a difference, fighting using those under your command, than with… fighting alongside allies.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Sylvie says with an awkward shrug of her shoulders. “The only other person I’ve had fight by my side is… you.”

“Well... it won’t be long before we have more allies for you to compare.” Loki stands from the bed, nodding his head towards the TemPad on Sylvie’s hand. “And family is as good a place to start as any.”

A grateful smile hitches at the corner of Sylvie’s lips. She looks down to the TemPad, letting her finger hover over it for a moment before she pressed down on her timeline. The lights of the TemPad pulse with her touch, fading away as the Time Door materializes into existence in front of them.

“Do you… want me to come with you?”

Sylvie whips her head around at his offer, confused as to why it was even a question of whether he was coming with her. She had thought it would be a given by this point.

“I understand if you’d rather not have me there for something like this. That’s not to say I feel particularly comfortable with the thought of you being quite so far out of reach, but… if that’s something you want, then I can stay here with the other TemPad and meet up with you on a different—”

“Loki?”

Loki stops in his ramblings when she says his name, mouth snapping shut at the part-adoration-part-exasperation on her face.

“...Yes?”

“Are you always this much of an idiot the morning after, or is this just a rare occurrence?”

Loki shoots her quite the impressive bitch-face.

“You’re coming with.” Sylvie reinforces this by grabbing hold of his hand, giving it a squeeze as they move towards the shimmering time-door. “Let’s go home.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Loki splutters urgently, digging his heels into the ground to bring Sylvie to a stop. She does so, looking back at him expectantly. “Just thought I’d check… you did enter a time before the events of Ragnarok, right? Just… you know, to make sure there’s actually a home to go back to…”

* * *

They hadn’t moved an inch since stepping through the Time-Door.

It was quite the juxtaposition: them, stood hidden within the shadows of the forest that sat on the outskirts of the city, whilst the streets of the city itself were bustling with life, crowded with people as they went about their lives.

It was both overwhelming and not enough at the same time. Neither one of them had said a word, greedily taking in every sight of the place they both once called home.

The palace stood proud and tall as always, golden and gleaming in the afternoon’s sun, casting an impressive shadow across the city it sat within. Loki wasn’t too sure if it was just nostalgic memories taking effect, but even the bridge itself seemed to be sparkling just that little bit more than what he remembers.

“Does it live up to your memories?” Loki breaks the silence, somehow finding a way to tear his gaze away to look down to Sylvie.

“I don’t know yet.” Sylvie’s eyes dance across the sights of the city, repeatedly landing back on the palace. “It… it doesn’t feel like I’m home. If anything, it’s more like… this weird sense of Deja-Vu. It feels familiar, and yet… like it’s the first time I’ve stepped foot in this place.

“Well… maybe your memory will be jogged as we take a closer look,” Loki offers, gesturing towards the city. “…That is why we’re here, isn’t it? To see home, see our -- your -- family?”

Sylvie nods, unable to hide the nerves that were on full display. Loki steps in front of her, blocking her view of Asgard as he wraps his hands around the top of her arms. “I won't pretend to know how you’re feeling right now. Our memories of home are different; the way we see our home is different. But I know you want to do this.”

“I do,” Sylvie agrees, a glint of determination in her eyes. “I’m just… I never thought I’d get this, you know? Returning home was never something I thought I could do, because… because there wasn’t a home to return to. And now… I don’t know. I guess I’m worried it won't be the way I’m thinking it’ll be.”

“It probably won't be.” Loki surprises Sylvie with his answer — not at all the reassurance she thought she’d hear from him. “Expectations are almost always impossible to reach. But whatever home ends up being for you… surely it’ll be better than never knowing?”

Sylvie’s eyes drift to the small sliver of the palace she can see past Loki. Somewhere in there, is her family. Her mother, her father, her sister… even herself. She can’t walk away from them. She can’t just… leave them again.

“Okay…” Sylvie modifies her fur coat with a burst of magic, forming a hood that she flips over her head. Loki raises an eyebrow as she hides her face within the shadows of the hood, reminded just a bit too much of the mysterious figure of her that he face to face with back in the RoxxCart. “You should be fine to walk the streets, but I’d rather not risk our people catching sight of two of me if my other self is out there somewhere.”

“Right…” Loki steps back to her side, joining her as they take one last look at the city from this distance. “Do we… do we want to meet the other you?”

“Could be fun,” Sylvie says with the beginnings of a smile. “It’d be interesting to see the type of person I became if… you know — the TVA had never decided to ruin my life.”

“Aren’t you worried?”

Sylvie frowns. “Worried about what?”

“Another version of you out there…” Sylvie could hear the smile in his voice before she saw it on his face, knowing right away he’s about to say something stupid as a joke. “Better hope I don’t go and fall in love with her, too…”

Sylvie slowly turns her head to face him, sporting a bitch-face that looked almost identical to Loki's. She steps up in front of him, wiping the joking smile off his face as she grabs hold of the neckline of his coat, tugging his face closer to hers. Loki swallows nervously, eyes flickering from the eerily calm look in hers to her lips oh so close to his. He wasn’t too sure whether she was trying to terrify him, or turn him on. Either way… both were working.

“I suppose I’d have to get rid of my competition.” Sylvie’s other hand brushes agonizingly slowly up his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake despite the thick clothing he wore. Loki finds himself leaning towards her, eager to close the minuscule gap between their lips. Sylvie jerks her head back before he gets what he wants, forcing him away with a firm push of her hand against his chest and a teasing smile on her face. “Or I suppose I could call you out for the idiot you’re being and leave your dumb-ass behind.”

Sylvie turns around and walks away from him, heading in the direction of the city and leaving a rather stunned-looking Loki behind. Loki stands there watching her retreating form for a moment until coming back to himself, shaking his head as he hurries after her.

“So, just to be clear—” Loki starts as they approach the beginning of the city, emerging from the cover of the trees. “—Making jokes about myself and the other you are strictly off the table?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“On whether you value your jokes over my affection.”

“Consider them off the table,” Loki asserts with a wave of his hand. “In fact, they’re more than just off the table; they’re no longer on this plane of existence, reduced to nothing more than a wisp of a former construct developed from—”

The first impression of the two Loki’s this universe is not entirely familiar with is seen through the eyes of a young Asgardian child, who watched as Sylvie unceremoniously shoved Loki into a stall to shut him up.

“My deepest apologies, I must have tripped over my own feet.” Sylvie bit back a smirk as she continued walking, waiting for Loki to catch up with her after apologizing to the bewildered-looking owner of the stall.

“Sorry, that was a tad bit harsh of me.” Sylvie has the decency to apologize to Loki as he reaches her side with a huff.

“I think I might have landed on a wedge of cheese…” Loki wonders out loud, getting a snort of laughter from Sylvie. “If that man chases us down and demands payment for damages, I’ll pass the bill along to you…”

The people of Asgard were all wrapped up in their personal lives, some making their way through the busy streets as they make their way home, others congregated in small groups that added to the bustling crowds within the center of the city. All around them was the buzz of multiple conversations all occurring at once, muted laughter from their people as they went about their day, all sounds of… life.

Sylvie had lost count of the number of people who had bumped her shoulder as they passed by each other in the crowded streets, tensing up at every touch as she waited for the inevitable moment they would recognize the Princess of Asgard mingling among the common people. Every time, she would pull her hood just that little more over her head, turning her entire body towards Loki as they walked.

Yet… no one seemed to notice. She was just another name-less and face-less person to these people, going about her business the same as they were. Loki’s towering presence next to her was comforting, his hand wrapped securely around hers, appearing as just another couple walking the streets of Asgard.

“They look happy,” Loki points out, referring to the swaths of people they had walked through. “It’s… good. Nice.”

“I’m just glad to see that me not being pruned doesn’t result in the destruction of our home…” Sylvie murmurs quietly, still not wanting to attract too much attention to herself.

Sylvie went to continue forward, only to find herself being pulled to a stop. She glances behind her shoulder, confused to see Loki frozen in place, staring at something to their right. She slowly turns towards the direction he was looking to, immediately laying eyes on what had brought him to a standstill.

It was… her. Not the actual her, but a statue. Its well-polished bronze surface shone brightly as the sun beat down on it, displaying her in a rather impressive looking set of Asgardian Armor. Her metal figure stood proudly, wielding a familiar-looking sword in her hand that she held pointed to the ground, looking out towards the city and its inhabitants.

“Huh.” Is all Loki can think to say. “That’s, um… that’s something.”

“I don’t know whether to take this as a good sign, or… a very bad sign.”

“...Bad as in…?”

“As in, this version of me had a similar hunger for ruling that you did.” Sylvie glowers up at the bronze cast version of herself. She shifts her gaze from the statue to the palace, the golden spires now looming over them, having inched closer and closer to home.

“We don’t know for sure yet,” Loki says. “We can't be sure of anything until we get in there, and… see exactly who it is that sits on the throne.”

* * *

The Palace was as beautiful as she remembered.

She would have dreams of walking these halls, albeit from a much shorter height perspective. Everything was as pristine as usual, still clearly well looked after by those that serve her family. Sylvie was only really able to get a few moments to reminisce before yet another patrol of Einherjar would appear, this now being the fourth time she and Loki have had to duck and hide from their watchful eyes.

“You know, Thor and I did something similar when we snuck out one night.” Loki’s breath tickles the side of her face as he whispers, the two of them hiding behind a marble pillar after waiting for the next set of patrols to pass.

“What for?”

“We were young, and decided that the fading of the sunlight shouldn’t dictate when the fun was to come to an end.”

Sylvie quickly checks to make sure the coast was clear before tugging at Loki’s sleeve to signal for him to move with her. Their footsteps are near-silent as they make their way down the hall, each step careful and deliberate to reduce the amount of noise they make.

“Were you caught?” Sylvie whispers in asking.

“Of course we were caught,” Loki answers. “Two foolish children stood no chance hiding from father's guards. I had only just started learning magic from mother, and to say I wasn’t particularly well-rehearsed in the art of deception and mischief at the time would be an understatement.”

“They realized you had snuck out, then?”

“Realized? They saw us making our escape attempt from a balcony. We weren’t terribly subtle with the way we went about it…”

"I can believe that." Sylvie holds out a hand to stop Loki as they approach a corner. They stand flush against the wall, Loki waiting just behind Sylvie as she cranes her head around the corner, taking a peek at what lies ahead. Or, more in particular, to see just who stood in the way between them and the throne room.

Between her, and..her family.

Or... Her and whatever this other version of herself had become...

"Two guards stationed outside the door," Sylvie whispers over her shoulder to Loki. "We could enchant them, but... I don't see a way we could get close enough to do it before they spot us."

"Hmm... If we can't rely on the element of surprise, then..."

Sylvie glances back over her shoulder, waiting for Loki to finish his sentence. She nearly has a heart attack when, instead of Loki, she comes face to face with one of the Einherjar. Her hand twitches, reaching for her sword, when something in the man's eyes brings her to a stop. There was something... Familiar shining in them. An odd sort of... Glee...

Oh, right, of course... Illusion Casting. What else did she expect from the God of Mischief…?

"Bit of warning next time, Loki," Sylvie grumbles under her breath.

“I did,” Loki counters. “I said ‘we can’t rely on the element of surprise.’ That was my warning I was about to do something.”

Sylvie rolls her eyes with a barely audible sigh, leaning back around the corner to check on the guards. They were still stood ramrod straight in position, attentive eyes staring dead-ahead, as they usually were.

“I could pretend to be escorting you, like I did on Lamentis,” Loki suggests.

“Except the guards would probably be wondering why you’re escorting their Princess,” Sylvie shoots down his idea. “Also, there’s every chance you might be escorting me into the throne room, and in front of… me.”

“Right…” Loki mumbled in defeat. “Um… Illusion Casting requires a little bit more tutoring than a basic crash course, so… unless you suddenly become a master at that, too… we’re running out of options.”

Sylvie sighs from frustration, chewing absentmindedly on her bottom lip as she thinks. She takes another glance at the still stoic guards, quickly ducking back behind the corner to avoid being spotted.

“Wait -- I think have a plan!” Loki whispers excitedly, bringing Sylvie’s attention back to him. “You need to punch me in the face.”

Sylvie was sure she hadn’t heard that right. “You… you want me to punch you in the face?”

“Need, not want; big difference between the two.” Loki lets the illusion of the spear in his hand fade away. He grabs Sylvie by the shoulders, maneuvering them around until he was the one standing by the corner, his back to the edge as he places Sylvie directly in front of him. “You need to get me right in the nose -- make me bleed.”

“You still haven’t explained to me what for?”

“To make it believable, of course!” Loki states like that helped explain his plan any further. “You’re going to hit me as hard as you can, and I’m going to be sent flying backward. The guards are going to rush to help me, and that’s when you step in and enchant one of them.”

“And what about the other one? I can’t enchant both at the same time.”

“I’ll enchant him from the ground,” Loki answered with a grin full of confidence. “Then we can just… put them to sleep and store them somewhere for the time being, steal their armor, and waltz right into that throne room.”

“I don’t know…” Sylvie didn’t hold quite the same confidence in Loki’s plan that he did, given that his last few plans have been less than stellar in both execution and their outcomes…

“You have any better ideas?” Loki asked, and he had her there. “Look, I have complete faith that the both of us could… go rush them and subdue them ourselves. But could we do it quietly enough that no one hears us on the other side of the door? This way, we bring the guards to us, and take care of them before anyone knows what’s going on. It’s perfect!”

“I think ‘feasible’ would be a better word than ‘perfect…’”

CRACK

Sylvie’s knuckles land squarely in the center of Loki’s nose, the force of the impact sending Loki crashing into the wall opposite. She winced, both from not meaning to hit him that hard, and because the punch was forceful enough that it had ripped open the skin above her knuckles. Loki’s nose was — as expected — bleeding quite profusely from the hit, made all the worse by the edge of the TemPad on her hand catching him right across the bridge of the nose.

Loki groaned from where he had crumpled down to the ground, and Sylvie had to remind herself to stick to where she was and keep to the plan than go over and help him. She wasn’t too sure whether he was struggling so much to push himself up because it was all part of the act, or… if she had perhaps gone a bit overboard with her punch.

Either way, what mattered was that the plan, miraculously, was working. The guards had sprung into action the second they heard the crash of metal from Loki’s fake armor smashing into the wall, their weapons held tightly in their hands as they marched over to him.

Sylvie waited until their echoing footsteps were upon her before darting out from her hiding spot, grasping onto the closest guard's arm whilst yanking the spear out from his other hand. The man underneath the armor didn’t even get a chance to voice his protests before her magic was flowing into his mind, his face going slack as his eyes pulse with a burst of green light.

Thankfully, Loki was not concussed from the hit, and still had the mental capacity to carry out his part of the plan. His hand had shot out towards the other guard who had come to his aid, wrapping it around his ankle and hoping more than anything that his first time using enchantment on his own on someone that wasn’t Sylvie would work. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, focusing every little drop of concentration he has towards the task at hand.

Loki’s eyes pop open in surprise when he feels the man’s foot shift under his hold, greeted by the sight of the guard going slack and collapsing to the ground next to him, landing in a less than graceful heap. Seconds later, the guard is joined by his friend as Sylvie releases her hold on the other guard's arm — although Sylvie does at least do the man a kindness and slowly releases her hold so he drops down gently.

“Ow…” Loki groans from the ground, letting his hand flop down the ground as he rolls over onto his back. He raises his hand to his nose, wiping away the excess blood that had congealed around his face, wincing as he brushes across the tenderized skin.

“Gods -- are you okay?” Sylvie hurriedly steps over the unconscious guards, rushing to get to Loki’s side. “I probably shouldn’t have hit you that hard…”

“I said to make me bleed and to hit me as hard as you can…” Loki says, his voice nasally due to the blood blocking his sinuses. “You certainly did as I asked.”

Sylvie grabs hold of one of his arms, helping him get back to his feet. Loki groans as he gets upright, pinching up and down his nose to check for any breakages.

“In my defense, you were doing everything you could to rile me up,” Sylvie says, gently knocking his hands away to check his injury for herself. Loki lets her examine him, surprised by the gentleness of her hands as they brush across his skin, feather-light and delicate as they pass by the area of his nose where the skin had been broken. “And for the record? That wasn’t me hitting you as hard as I could.”

It probably shouldn’t make her feel proud of herself that Loki looked genuinely afraid of her. And… a little bit awed by her. “It wasn’t?”

“Not even close.”

Loki’s nose had long since stopped bleeding by the time they had stealthily moved the guards to an unused room nearby. Whilst he didn’t need to steal the guard's armor given his abilities to cast Illusions, it was much easier to do so than use up most of his focus on keeping the Illusion up and —more importantly — believable.

Sylvie finished up the last of her temporary golden armor, securing the helmet over her head and making sure it fits snugly. It was a little loose given that the man she had taken it from was slightly taller than her, but not so much that anyone would question it. She looked over to Loki as he scooped up the guard's weapons and shields, nodding in appreciation as he passes one of each to her.

“Wait—” Sylvie stops him just as they reach the doors to the throne room. Loki looks to her with a questioning frown, to which she gestures to her own face with a twirl of her hand. “You’ve still got blood all over your face.”

“Oh.” It only takes a small wave of magic washing over him for the blood to be wiped clean like chalk off a chalkboard. Sylvie nods her approval when he looks back to her, turning back with a shaky breath to the door that, just beyond it, held the answers to what was supposed to become of her family.

What was supposed to become of her.

Loki didn’t say a word next to her, which she was infinitely grateful for. He was doing all that she wanted from him, which was… just to be there, standing by her side. He knew how important this was for her. He knew that now, more than ever, she just needed to know he was there for her if she needed him.

And it was rather terrifying just how much she did need him.

“Okay…” Sylvie breathes out, steeling herself for whatever is about to come their way. She just about catches sight of a flicker of a proud smile from Loki out of the corner of her eye as she nods to herself, raising a hand up and placing her palm against the intricately engraved golden doors. Loki’s hand joins her seconds later, her eyes trained on the door under her hand whilst his were focused solely on her, waiting for her to make the first move. Sylvie pushes hard against the solid metal, Loki following suit and joining her as they push against the heavy weight of the doors.

Slowly… the doors open.

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lonelyandlovelorn · 4 years

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Adore You

A/N: Wow, this is my first request and I really liked it. Sorry it took me a while to get written, it’s been a wild week, as I’m sure you all know. To @marvel-madness, I hope this is close to what you wanted, I’m sorry if it’s not perfect. Also, tagging is being weird so I hope this works.

Genre: fluff and like, a smidge of angst that’s hardly angst

Warning: uhh, none

Word count: 1500

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem reader

Summary: You’re weird and afraid Loki hates you.

Request: marvel-madness asked:

Hi I read your marvel fanfics and I love it!! Could u do a fanfic where reader is like super quirky and tries to get to know Loki but he’s a bit cold and she feels that he hates her. And one day she confronts him crying and he’s all like I love you and I felt someone perfect like you wouldn’t want to be with me. Love your works and hope you’re having a good day :)

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You’re weird. Even if you didn’t have superpowers, you would be weird, and that never bothered you. Until now, it seems. You have always been okay with being the strange girl, because anyone who thinks that’s a bad thing isn’t worth your time.

But then you met Loki. You greeted him in all of his stoic glory and were immediately drawn to him. Wanda later let you know you had gone a little doe-eyed upon meeting him. However, as warm and welcoming as you tried to be, he never looked at you with anything better than indifference. Worse than that, you often felt as though he judged you for the way you acted and dressed. You know your social skills aren’t exactly the norm, but you don’t think you’re terrible. And maybe your style is a little eccentric, but it makes you happy.

You have spent your whole life ignoring judging looks and funny stares from those around you, and that was okay because they were just people who thought they were better than you. But now, the man you’ve been fascinated by since you met him seems to look at you the same way. And now, it breaks through the armor you had built up in childhood. It hits you right in the chest to see what you’re sure is judgment reflected in his gaze.

A few days into Loki joining the team in the tower, Thor assures you that his brother is always like that. He tells you not to take it personally. Thor is a sweet man (god?) and you think that if Loki cares so deeply for someone so much his opposite, then maybe he’s just hiding a kindness. You decide you need to get over your fear and possible prejudices and make it your mission to get to know him.

You begin by joining him on the couch as he sits alone reading. He has found a common area most of the rest of the team avoids, but that you happen to frequent for the peacefulness. As you sit a seat away from him, jostling him in the process, he glances at you from the corner of his eye. You can’t be sure that’s a look of judgment, but it resembles many a side-eye you’ve gotten in your life. You shake the feeling off and push forward.

“What are you doing?” you ask, chipper and enthusiastic.

“Reading,” he responds shortly, briefly looking in your direction.

After a moment, you continue. “What are you reading?”

“A book.”

There is an awkward pause where you had hoped he might continue talking, but he doesn’t and you have to keep trying. “So, how has your time here been so far?”

“Fine.” This time, he doesn’t even look away from the page. Your shoulders sag, seeing how obviously he doesn’t want to speak to you. You give a quiet goodbye before trudging out of the room.

It’s really okay that he doesn’t like you, but does he have to look at you like that? You hadn’t noticed originally, but a few weeks after his arrival, you could feel eyes on you. You casually glanced around, only to find Loki looking at you, stone faced. You had blushed in confusion before quickly looking away.

But he keeps doing it. Sometimes you’ll just be wandering around the tower in some strange and unmatching outfit, and you will be able to feel that sensation of someone watching you. Almost every time, he’s the only one in the room. It would feel flattering if his look came with the heat that people always describe in romance. He doesn’t look at you like he wants you, though. He looks at you almost in complete indifference. Maybe if you were trained like Natasha, you would be able to read more into it, but all you can see is the exact same stare you had gotten all throughout your adolescence, riddled with condescension and judgment. It could have just been the fact that he was raised a prince that made it feel like he was always looking down his nose at you, but a lifetime of being a target of mockery and ostracism could really shake one’s confidence.

You know you talk a lot about strange things, your laugh is weird, and on and on. But why does he have to watch you as though he’s waiting for you to make a fool of yourself? Why does he hate you without even knowing you?

Your worries are interrupting your sleep schedule. You’re too anxious and wrapped up in your fears to sleep, so you go to your favorite lounge. You like it because whoever designed it hadn’t felt the need to add a TV or any fancy technology. It’s just some big and comfortable couches with a great view. You stare numbly into the lights of New York. At least in the dark, no one is there to think you odd.

Of course, you have to think something like that. Moments later, you hear steps coming towards you. You look over your shoulder to see the God of Mischief himself walking into the room, seemingly unaware of your presence. He walks around the couch to sit down, only to finally notice you as he settles in. The book in his hands closes as though you startle him.

“Oh, hello,” he greets quietly.

You’re a nice person, but you’ve lost a lot of sleep over this man, and you can’t hold in the huff of frustration at his words. He quirks a brow at you. “Have I done something?”

You realize as soon as he asks that you should have left when he entered the room. You’re a lot less nice when you’re tired, sure. Unfortunately, you’re also much more emotional. You are reminded of this when you immediately feel your eyes sting at his words. You try your hardest to hold the tears in, but your sniffle gives you away. His eyes widen momentarily and he scoots slightly closer to you on the couch.

“Why do you hate me?” you ask, your voice obviously choked up. You train your eyes on the city lights once more, afraid to see disdain in his eyes.

“Hate you?” He genuinely seems confused by your question, and that somehow makes it so much worse. Without warning, your face scrunches up and your tears fall, out of your control. If you were to look at him, you would see the frantic concern on his face now, more emotion than you’ve ever seen.

“I was so excited to meet you. I wanted to get to know you and maybe be friends or something, but you didn’t want that. I tried to be nice, but you hated me no matter what. I know I can be to excitable and clingy, but I wasn’t even that bad! And then you look at me like my presence is offensive. Please don’t hate me for being weird, I’m sorry, I’ll be better, I swear.” The exhaustion is surely the reason for your lack of filter. While you speak, you tuck your knees to your chest and hug them. Somehow, every insecurity you had ever had in a friendship or relationship leaks into this conversation. You bury your face in your knees in shame at your outburst.

You’re startled to feel a cold hand on your arm. You look up quickly into his eyes to see him looking at you earnestly. “My dear, you are absolutely perfect the way you are, I don’t want you to change.” A small, almost bashful, smile appears. “I swear on my life I do not hate you.”

You wipe your nose in the most un-ladylike way, keeping your eyes glued to him. “You don’t?”

He shakes his head slightly. “Darling, I adore you.”

You’re sure you’ve never felt more like a deer in the headlights. “You what?”

He looks down at his hands, which you now see are fiddling with his book. “I adore you. You’re lovely and energetic, you light up a room with your smile, and to top it all off, you were kind to me from the moment I got here. I was quite taken with you. I hoped to hide that by seeming unaffected by you, but my intentions were not to make you feel bad about yourself.”

“Then why…?” you trail off.

He lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I didn’t want to fool myself into believing myself worthy of someone as wonderful as you. You could do much better.”

You don’t speak for a long time, shocked to your core. He adores me. His eyes never leave his book as you appraise him. You can see in the hunch of his shoulders that he is preparing for rejection. In a split-second of courage, you set your hand on top of his, stopping it from messing with the book cover. When he doesn’t pull away, you let out a shaky breath and intertwine your fingers with his. He watches in fascination, and you can feel a grin overtake your face.

“Will you tell me about what you’re reading now?” As he finally meets your eyes with a small smile, his expression can only be described as adoration.

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tokoyamisstuff · 4 years

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How would Bucky react to his girlfriend being really affectionate with another guy? Like touchier to him compared to her other friends, maybe a bit clingy, maybe even sharing inside jokes?

Headcanons for a Jealous!Bucky!

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First of all: Bucky has never been a jealous type, and it would be impossible for him to talk you out of anything as long as it makes you happy.

Actually, he’s quite relieved at first. Since he knows that he’s lacking in many points of your relationship. So he’s glad that you have found a friend who compensates for that.

For example, he would have phases where he couldn’t stand being touched, not even by you. And he knows just how much you merged in bodily contact.

Even though you made him come out of his shell, he’s still withdrawn to himself. It’s hard to have a proper conversation with him, let alone an ordinary one.

Or the fact that his humor suffered a heavy lot after his time at HYDRA, understandably.

Obviously, he would never doubt your love for him - yet he knows that being with the former Winter Soldier and his PTSD puts a stroll on you, too.

But there was that one thing he just couldn’t get out of his head, bugging him this whole time: Your friend was way better.

No matter how he compared himself to that guy, he’d always come out top. Better looking (well, subjectively spoken), doesn’t have a past full of violence, crime and death, is not mentally ill and especially can fulfill every one of your needs.

With him, you could have a normal future. A family, children even. Was it even possible for Bucky to have something like that, after all that had happened to him? He didn’t know for himself.

And he slowly began to realize just how much you clinged to his newfound rival.

Actually, it was a big misunderstanding - the only thing you had in mind was Buckys wellbeing.

You’d begin to tell him things you wouldn’t bother to tell Bucky, to not burden that already strained man any further. Or go out with him more often to give your boyfriend some space and time alone for himself.

Of course James wouldn’t tell you about his internal troubles. He just isn’t the kind of guy to open up about his feelings that easily, after HYDRA tried to erase every humanity inside of him, and so many people having betrayed him.

So he’d use everything inside of him up to make you his again: Trying to be around you as much as possible or forcing himself to make bodycontact, if only a little (like his hand ghosting over your back or him putting a strand of hair out of your face).

Whenever you’d be around your friend, Bucky would watch you from afar, most of the time flexing his fist, gnarling and giving that guy a gloomy look until he was so intimidated that he’d leave on his own.

But he felt so guilty - how could he want to ruin something that was seemingly making you happy? Neither you nor the man did a bad thing, after all. And you shouldn’t feel bad for having friends as it is totally natural.

James wouldn’t tell anyone about it. Not even Steve. But others would notice how close you and your friend became and start questioning Bucky about the stand of your relationship, only straining him more.

So eventually, things would escalate as he found the two of you cuddling on the sofa while watching Netflix - you having fallen asleep on his lap. You never did this with him.

The only reason why Bucky didn’t beat that man to a pulp was the frightened and confused look on your face as you woke up, seeing your boyfriend as furious as never before.

At first you thought he had become the Winter Soldier again - but when you found out about the true reason for that violent outburst, you’d scold him for behaving that childish. He should know you better than that, and he also knew that you hated it when he was that self-conscious.

Good for him that your friend left the very moment he raised his metal fist at him, mumbling something about “Having no patience to deal with such freaks.”

He thought you to be furious at him - yet you’d make him sit down next to you, holding his hand this whole time while calmly explaining your view on the whole story. Your eyes would never leave his, and they told him you were speaking from the heart here.

Truth be spoken, after he called your boyfriend a ‘freak’, your desire to befriend that guy has disappeared into nothingness.

You’ll probably end that chapter in your relationship with a long night of you consoling him, with Bucky not letting you out of his bear hug for a single second.

After hours of talking while simply lying in each others arms and finally understanding each other better, Bucky will probably say something like “I am a piece of work. But I’ll go to any lenght for you to see me as a friend, not just a lover.”

“I love you, you doofus. You already are my best friend.”

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ragnarachael · 4 years

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the valiant arsonist — affection

Pairing: Loki x TVA Agent!Reader

Word Count: 1,613

Summary: Loki comes to you for some (un)professional medical assistance. While you end up rambling, you catch him staring at you.

Author’s Ramblings: it’s one of those weeks. i haven’t slept yet today (it’s currently 11:10 am as i write this actually) and man. i missed TVA. so, i’m breaking my own promise with myself and posting this series kinda out of order since i can’t follow my own timeline. but, you get soft content so who’s complaining! (and yes once i sleep, i’m updating my masterlists it’s been a time and a half here at HQ.)

Warnings: reader is basically tending Loki’s wounds. why does most of my Loki content revolve around that?

LOKI TAGLIST: @sadwaywardkid @myraiswack

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Your Friday nights were slowly becoming nights where you practiced your medical skills thanks to Loki. He didn’t trust the nurses at the Med Bay for anything.

He only trusted you.

You really knew you were close with him when he told you about his true parentage. You wished you could say your research prepared you for it, but nothing really could. But you weren’t scared. You were quite intrigued when his pale skin started to fade into a blue shade while his eyes slipped into an evil shade of red while marks grew onto his skin.

You were glad he had someone he could rely on. You didn’t expect it to be you to gain his friendship after he joined the agency to regain his freedom, but you didn’t question it. You let him in your apartment with open arms - as well as an open first aid kit in hand.

Like tonight, for example.

Mills was assigned a tougher mission than usual for his team. It took a lot longer to plan an attack than you had thought. You saw the answer clearly, but it wasn’t your place, considering you’re on Love’s team. Loki was the key.

Well, more like the bait.

It angered you to even admit what he was in the plan you overheard some agents talking about it. Loki shouldn’t be considered bait. He was a person just like anyone else on the damned team.

You didn’t see Loki until late that night. Even though it had been three hours since he was back from the mission, he looked to have showered properly, changed out of the agency clothes and into more comfortable, baggy attire than the tight fitting jeans and clingy fabric of the collared shirts that were required.

He looked... attractive. You shouldn’t be thinking that when he’s holding his side tightly with a pained smile when you answer the door.

“I’m in need of some assistance.”

You smiled wide, easily stepping aside to let him in. “Allow me to assist you.”

Loki let out a pained huff of laughter before he practically limped in and over to your couch where you already had your kit and a glass of water waiting. The water did have ice a mere 30 minutes ago; the fresh condensation was clinging to the glass since you had yet to turn your air down to make it cooler in your apartment.

“Make yourself as comfortable as you can, I’ll turn the air down so you’re not sweating,” you said quickly once you shut and locked the door behind you, carefully stepping around Loki to get to your thermostat.

However, Loki was quick to reach his free hand out to grab your wrist.

“I’ll be fine. Just—” Loki let out what sounded like a sigh mixed with a groan “—please work your magic.”

You felt your face heat up then, both feeling his hand on your skin and at the fact he called your slight medical training magic. You nodded and gestured to the couch.

“I’ll get some of the rags and I’ll get to work. Do what you’ve got to do.”

It was routine at this point. Within a few minutes you had the last bits of what you needed before you found Loki shirtless on your sofa, still holding his side that had what looked like a red piece of cloth.

It took you a moment to process that the cloth most definitely wasn’t originally red after you tried to avoid taking in his shirtless form.

This was... new territory.

“So what happened?” You questioned gently, sitting near his injured side carefully. Loki grimaced as he shifted, waiting for your hands to relive his own from holding the drenched cloth.

“There is a reason as to why I would rather work alone than with a team.”

You didn’t need to push further and decided to get to work rather than question further on Loki’s night.

The gash was long, not too deep, but deep enough to where the bleeding had been close to stopping thanks to the pressure Loki must have applied to it. It even looked like he had already had it patched up. Once again, you didn’t press as to what he had done before this. You didn’t really want to know. All you wanted was to patch him up and offer your ear if he was up to talking.

Momentarily, while you focused on stitching his wound, you found yourself just.. taking in his physique.

He was toned. Far more toned than you had thought to imagine. You always assumed he was lean, and just didn’t have any muscle for show. However, as your eyes took in his relaxed muscles where you could notice the light outline of his abs as he breathed, you realized that wasn’t much the case.

You remembered occasionally admiring Loki from afar—purely because of boredom in the workplace—and noticed that his arms certainly had some bulk to them.

You bit your lip from the memory before going back to focusing on the task at hand.

“How was your day?” Loki questioned lightly after your look over of his body. You barely shrugged as you gently pushed the needle through his skin.

“Okay. Did some research on Doctor Doom again. Realized that I would rather curl into a ball and cry than encounter him.”

Loki couldn’t help the chuckle slipping out from his lips as his head fell back.

“That sounds horrific.”

“It was!” You exclaimed lightly, not letting your eyes move from your task. “He could control my mind. I don’t need that.”

“Mm,” Loki replied quietly.

You stopped stitching when Loki asked to shift around a bit, grabbing the rag you were using to gently dab at the blood that was still dripping down his skin.

“Did... Did you win?” You questioned suddenly. You let your eyes look up into his as he let his left arm stay over his head so you could keep your access to his side.

Loki took a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

“In the end? Yes.”

“That’s... good,” you determined. Loki nodded and continued to reposition before he gave you the go ahead to continue your work.

It was comfortably quiet between the two of you. You tried to work quicker to get the rest of the pain out of the way for him. He probably wasn’t in too much pain as a regular mortal would be, but you still worried.

Thankfully, you finished stitching without having to rethread the needle and found yourself talking about any and everything. You mentioned the dogs you had seen from the window at your meetings for the day. You talked about how your co-worker Jamie had broken up with her galactic boyfriend she wouldn’t shut the hell up about.

You even started to talk about those cute cat sticky notes you found hidden in some drawer of your desk.

“And they were just sitting there next to some old files I didn’t archive! There were a few black cats and some tuxedo cats—” You cut yourself off when you looked up at Loki after gently disinfecting the area for good measure to catch him already looking at you fondly.

He seemed entranced by what you were saying. And you were just talking about cat sticky notes. There was some emotion in his eyes you couldn’t quite read as he slowly sat up, the space between you slowly lessening.

You noticed his eyes flickering down towards your lips the same time yours did.

That’s when you realized oh, this is happening. Like, really happening.

You swallowed heavily as you tried to properly prepare yourself, feeling your heart speed up suddenly as you felt Loki’s hand land just a few inches away from your thigh as he shifted his body to face yours a bit more.

He was practically pining you to the armrest of your sofa, and you certainly didn’t mind it.

“Is.. Is this alright?” He questioned quietly, his lips just barely brushing over your own. You let your eyes peek at Loki’s lips, noticing just how soft they look up close.

God, yes.

You heard Loki let out a soft chuckle, ducking his head down gently so his nose just barely brushed against the tip of your own. You didn’t need to ask that he heard your thoughts loud and clear in that moment.

Thankfully, you didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Loki took that as his cue to lift his head back up and press his lips to your own.

Your eyes did widen out of shock momentarily before fluttering shut and leaning into the kiss, your hand sliding down the expanse of his side that didn’t have the stitches in. You found that your hand easily anchored on his hip right where the elastic of his sweats lay.

His lips against yours felt wonderful. They were as soft as they looked, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Loki’s hand finally found it’s way up to rest on your waist rather than supporting his weight on the sofa cushion as you felt his teeth nip at your bottom lip.

Before you could grant him access to anything past that, you found yourself pulling away, your chest heaving with deep gasps of air as you kept your eyes closed, completely content with the actions you and Loki had just done.

Loki was breathing just like you were, his thumb rubbing against your side over the fabric of your shirt gently. You didn’t hesitate to let out a giddy laugh as you leaned forwards to press your forehead to his own.

“Could we do that again?”

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(Just an idea I’ve had for a while about Loki and how he might mull over having feelings for the reader who he’s friends with~ LOVE ME SOME LOKI SO I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY 💚 💚 )

Friends.

That's what you were. If he was putting labels on it. Should he put a label on it? You didn't seem to think it was important. He had known you for what felt like forever though it had only been a few years, having met you on one of his trips to earth. Book stores were his favorite to haunt and he often stuck to himself, off in a corner, never looking up from the words on the pages beckoning to him.

You had been different.

You had accidentally bumped into him, making him almost drop his book and you had apologized profusely, your face an embarrassed shade of red. “Aren't you cute…” was the first thing he thought though he hadn't said it out loud, calming your anxiety with a friendly hand and introducing himself.

“Loki? Like the God of Mischief?” “I am the God of mischief.”

He was so used to Thor getting all the attention that when you acted genuinely curious and interested in him he was a bit taken aback but seemed comfortable answering your many inquiries. He hadn't realized the hours you had spent there until the employees asked you to leave at closing time.

You had waved goodbye and he honestly thought that would be the end of it, never seeing you again but that wasn't what fate had in mind apparently. You had literally bumped into each other again a month later, different book shop but same you. He was surprised and though he didn't know how to really use one he had gotten your phone number. He taught himself how to use a phone just to talk to you. At that moment he realized he must have felt...some kind of way.

You were charming and funny and while he hadn't laughed out loud you managed to get a chuckle or two out of his stoic demeanor and that was a true victory. Most of the women he met were clingy or preferred Thor to him in terms of swooning. Not that he minded, he preferred to be alone.

Until he met you.

Something was just drawing him to you and he wasn't sure how to explain it or even what to do. He was so used to being in the shadows, the bastard, the last one chosen...it was nice to be well, the one for someone. He started to come around more and more, especially when you admitted to being lonely. How could someone as wonderful as you be lonely? The very thought!

Being with you was so comfortable, things he used to find mundane or annoying became things he looked forward to. It always started with a text from you. Hey Loki! I have to go to the mall to do some gift shopping, do you wanna come? Or Ugh, another doctor’s appointment, would you mind walking with me?

Not at all.

Anything you wanted he was there. He didn't even hesitate. The mall was interesting, people often stared at him like he was some sort of spectacle but he hardly noticed when you kept calling him over to look at things. Not that he wandered far. He only ever left your side when you needed to shop for more personal things.

“Uh, I need to go to Victoria's Secret, do you mind waiting out here?”

He would lean against the wall and wait patiently though there were a few times he couldn't resist taking a peek at you inside the store making you blush and shoo him away. Everyone asked if he was your boyfriend and at first he simply shrugged and denied it, not feeling anything in particular but now?

It made him blush.

Especially when you would accidentally do cutesy things completely on accident. Like when you asked to borrow his jacket because you were cold or when he’d hold your hand to cross the street or that one time you were at a cafe and he offered you a taste of his food off his finger. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it, that was how cozy he was with you. And the cozier he got well, the harder it was to be without you.

Even Thor noticed he was miserable when you weren’t around, often teasing him about his apparently obvious feelings for you. Which he denied. Why give his brother the satisfaction? Though his thoughts had become more centered around you and what you thought of him lately. Did you notice a simple text seemed to summon him? Or that he gazed at you longer than he should? Or that he seemed to smile only when you were near him?

Did you think about him? The way he smiled at you? Or looked at you? Or wanted to find any excuse to hold your hand? Did you notice his subtle brushes across your hand when you went to movies together? Or feel him pressing closer to you than he had to when on the subway or in crowded places?

Did you notice that he loved you?

Not that he ever thought about it.

Your text had come to him in the middle of the day and he always answered immediately. He was with Thor, checking in with Dr. Strange about something when he had received it. He pulled his phone out nonchalantly, so as not to attract attention and Thor grinned at him.

“Ah, a text from lady y/n?” He said cheekily but Loki’s face remained a stoic mask as he looked over the message you had sent.

“Lady y/n?” Dr. Strange asked and Thor put an arm around his brother rubbing his fist into Loki’s temple in a half-hearted noogie.

“Ah yes, a lovely human woman from here that my brother has grown quite fond of-” Thor explained and Loki shoved him away by pressing a hand to his brother’s face and pushing him out to arm’s length.

“Stop.” Was all he said and Thor only chuckled, continuing on with his conversation with Strange as Loki gazed down at your text he had yet to answer. It was simple, only a few words, but the words had him completely flummoxed.

Hey Loki, do you want to go on a date with me?

Were you joking? Did you mean it? Or was this one of those “I have an extra movie ticket” things? He wouldn't know until he answered you but he didn't know how. His brain was blank except for the words there on his screen. He remained, as ever, completely composed, telling his brother he needed some air and walking outside.

Where he began pacing like a mad man.

What should he say? Had he been taking too long? Were you messing with him? You were quite the tease at times. When you wanted to be. He only stopped pacing when another text chimed in, causing him to look down at the phone in his hand.

I have to go to a wedding and I could use the company, my cousins a real drama queen

He relaxed suddenly when he read that, sighing with a shake of his head and a smile. Ah, of course, he had overthought it. This was y/n he was talking about, obviously, you hadn't been seriously serious about wanting a date with him. Obviously.

Obviously…

He felt deflated as he texted back, saying he would be glad to accompany you. He quickly typed out another message before his thumb hovered hesitantly over the send button. He shouldn’t. It was a joke, you just needed someone to go with you to a wedding. He didn't need to take it so seriously. He shook his head and pocketed the phone, heading back inside to his brother, an unsent message sitting on his phone.

y/n, why don't we go on a real date?

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Could you do a reader x Loki dating smut where reader has a toothache and Loki offers to fix it (normal way) then afterwards for being a good patient reader gets sex

Extra note: I am SO sorry this took so long and i am SO sorry that it's far from expectation.

Prompt: from Tumblr- reader has a toothache and loving boyfriend Loki requests to help (normal way) and then rewards her with sex for being a good patient.

Warnings: sex, tooth pain, Oral (female receiving), fingering, hickies, stuff like that.

Words: 3,715

Note: Yeah this took longer than needed to write. Sorry homie. Also added some jealous Loki which helps lead up to the reward so :) yeah i think its super cute. Got some vulnerable Loki in this mix. Oh yus.

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You groaned in pain as you tried to rub orajel into the gums behind your molars. Recently your wisdom teeth had decided to come in and push your back teeth forwards to make room. This caused your entire mouth to throb in pain all day.

A soft tap on the door startled you, but a quick glance in the mirror showed you that it was Loki.

"My love? Are you okay?" He asked sweetly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He was always so clingy towards you, always whispering words of affection whenever he could, hoping that you thought he was enough for you. He strived to be perfect for you, not wanting to ever feel like he did when Odin was around him.

You were beyond happy with him, he made you feel like a queen and told you how much he loved you every single day.

"My wisdom teeth are starting to come in." You pouted, he pressed soft kisses behind your ear as you spoke.

"My poor little baby, do you want some help baby doll?" He asked, genuinely upset that you were hurting. Loki had seen you almost die countless times so to see him getting worked up about dental work was mildly amusing to you.

"How do you propose that, my king?" You whispered, laying your head back against his shoulder and looking up at a razor sharp cheekbone. He simply smiled and rubbed your stomach before speaking.

"Well... With my magic I can lull you to sleep, then I or a trained professional can take them out. Unless you'd rather me use magic to numb it. It would last much longer than this topical ointment." He suggested, grabbing the orajel and tossing it carelessly behind him so it clattered on the floor. You giggled softly, giving Loki's jaw a soft kiss before turning to face him.

"I prefer the sound of option two..." You replied after a moment. He nodded and turned suddenly, walking out of the room completely.

You sat there for a few minutes, swinging your legs and swaying side to side.

Loki came back in with a beautiful glass bottle, the contents a pretty translucent aqua colour. You tilted your head, looking at the bottle, then back at him. "What is it?"

"This, my love. Was from my mother. She gave it to Thor, and he gave it to me. Just now. Because I told him to." Loki explained as he came back to you, setting it to the side. "Now, fair warning, my queen. It tastes far from even decent. Some people can't even stomach it, they taste and it and almost immediately throw up. But lucky for you since your pain is in your mouth it'll take affect almost immediately, you only need an ounce of it for the pain to go away, okay my love?" Loki explained thoroughly, watching your nod as you stared at him. He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose softly. He uncapped the bottle and handed it to you.

You took the bottle, not expecting how light it was. Before you could back out a throbbing pain ran through your entire jaw and made you groan in pain. So without further hesitation you tipped the bottle back, taking two full swallows.

Loki took the bottle as soon as you lowered it from your lips and you understand exactly why once you swallowed.

The taste was bitter, absolutely foul to put it lightly. Your vision pulsed once, twice, and then once more. Your chest tightened, leaving you breathless and you felt an overwhelming feeling of nausea. Loki sensed it and grabbed the trashcan beside the toilet, holding it between the two of you as he held your upper arms, and your hands gripped the marble counter top you sat on.

But almost as suddenly as it hit, it left. You shook your head a few times before looking up at Loki, still making a foul face from the sharp taste that lingered.

"What the fuck was that."

"My mother was raised by witches, love. Who fucking knows what it is." He laughed, capping the bottle once more and putting the trashcan back when he was sure you weren't going to throw up.

"That's a good girl." He cooed, kissing your cheek as he went back to idly playing with your stomach.

You smiled, turning to face him, almost slipping but thankfully he held you. Your legs wrapped around Lokis waist, and your hands came to a light rest on his shoulders. He gave a kind smile, leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss.

"It feels so much better, thank you so much baby." You said before leaning forward to give the trickster a sweet kiss. He smiled and held you against him, hugging you as you nibbled on his lip.

"Darling, as much as I truly love kissing you and all I think we should eat dinner and shower. Then we can go back to this." Loki managed, pulling you away and having to force himself to ignore the pout you gave him. You nodded after hearing him out, sliding off the counter so he was pressed firmly against you and you gave him another quick kiss before sliding away and into the bedroom to put on clothes that you would be more comfortable with the team seeing you in. They had been so generous to let you and Loki stay here so you figured it’d be polite to not walk around in your tiny shorts that you usually wore to bed. They had never seen you in shorts except for training. Well, except Thor when he helped you with yours and Loki's one year anniversary.

You searched for clothes but groaned at the realization that laundry hadn't been done yet, so you stayed in your shorts and grabbed a black t-shirt from Loki's closet.

It was a bit tight, god knows the man was already bone thin and on top of that also preferred wearing t-shirts that were like a second skin. But you could tolerate this.

Loki walked in just as you were slipping on socks for your cold feet, he eyed your clothes cautiously before remembering he had forgotten to wash the clothes, damn.

You looked over at him, giving a warm smile and reaching out to grab his hand. You placed a soft kiss to his knuckles before standing up and patting his chest as you walked out of the room. He watched as you left, groaning softly as he watched the small jiggle of your ass and thighs.

Moments later you were in the dining room, Loki trailing behind you. He didn't miss the way Natasha, along with Steve and Bruce, all watched as you came in, eyes traveling up your legs slowly. You didn't really mind as you walked in, grabbed two drinks for you and Loki, then went to your seat and slid Loki's out beside you.

Everyone was looking at you, and when Tony walked in he paused. "Oh. Legs. Alright, you're in shorts. That’s new." Tony said as he sat in his seat across from you. Loki grumbled under his breath as he sat, taking his drink and holding your hand under the table. He didn't like people eyeing you up like you were a piece of meat up for grabs.

You giggled during dinner as Steve and Tony suddenly became comedians. You had no idea that Loki was struggling to keep his composure.

"Hey reindeer games, you look paler than usual. What's wrong?" Tony asked, looking up at him and then back to his own plate.

"I’m always pale, Tony." He said after only a second, looking at him and sitting up a bit more. You looked over, head tilted as you watched him. You could see past his entire mask and untangled your hands to rest your hand on his thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. He was upset, angry at the men, but he was showing insecurity. You tried calming him, but Steve and Tony went back to their games and Loki only got worse. Eventually you jumped up, pushing your chair back and gathering yours and Loki’s dishes. Everyone watched in confusion as you put the dishes in the sink and grabbed Loki's hand, dragging him behind you, muttering something about a shower and bed.

Once you were in the safety of the bedroom you turned to Loki, smiling as you stood on tip toes to kiss him quickly.

"Baby, are you really jealous?" You questioned, tilting your head as Loki's cheeks began to warm up.

"No. Not really. I mean, kind of." He shrugged, you rolled your eyes with a fond smile and tugged Loki into the bathroom.

"Well. How about this, I can apologize for cutting dinner short due to my attitude, and I can properly reward you for being a fantastic patient earlier." He offered as you turned on the shower and grabbed some towels. You paused for a moment, a grin breaking out as Loki leaned against the counter. You stood between his legs and leaned up to kiss his cheeks.

"I didn't do anything, I just sat there." You blushed, smiling at the thought of having Loki. The two of you hadn’t had any alone time in weeks, hardly any time for any intimacy. There had been so much research, so many missions, so much going on. So the mere thought of finally getting something going on made you truly tingle.

"You may have sat there, but that’s exactly what I needed you to do. I needed you to sit there and be a good girl for me, and that's exactly what you did. So now I want to reward you for being such a good girl."

"Can we do it before the shower, then?" You asked sweetly, giggling softly as Loki nodded. He lifted you with ease and slid you onto the counter, wedging himself between your soft thighs.

"Love, I will gladly do it anytime you ask." He smiled, nuzzling his cool face under your jaw to place neat, hot kisses along the skin you left exposed. He smirked as you tipped your head back and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Loki, my king. Don't tease too much?"

Your voice was desperate, your body already heating up as you felt his kisses dip lower. He sucked gently on the skin and followed with a soft bite.

"My love, teasing is my game. Just relax, let me pleasure you to the best of my capabilities." He whispered, you easily caved in to his sultry voice. You sat up just a bit as he ran his hands under the shirt and pulled it off, admiring your body before dipping down to leave more hickeys down your sternum. His cold hands moved from your thighs to your breasts, grabbing them both and tweaking the hard nipples.

"Such a good girl for me, isn't that right?" Loki whispered, making his way down further. Your legs instinctively spread wider, one leg coming up to rest on the counter to give Loki more space to go down further. Which he did.

"Fuck, Loki, please. Please please hurry, please don't stop." You whimpered, your core clenching around nothing.

Loki kneeled between your legs. He growled in the back of his throat.

"These fucking pathetic excuse for shorts. God, you can only wear them around me. I don't want these men to stare at the ass that belongs to me." He growled, one of his hands coming down and fisting around the material of the shorts between your legs.

"They're so thin, they’re so tiny. Right here they're practically covering the same as your pretty little panties." He snarled, snatching the black material to the side and leaning in.

Your body reacted instantly, trying to meet him in the middle to feel his warm tongue. But that didn’t happen. Loki’s free hand easily grabbed your hips and pushed them against the counter.

"Tsk tsk. Let me take care of you." He cooed, suddenly sweet and soft as he spoke to you.

"You... You can't expect me to just not want to ride your face when you say those things." You panted, blushing as Loki chuckled and leaned the final distance forward.

The warm pleasure flooded your senses instantly. You tried grinding your hips despite Loki's tight grip on them. His slick tongue lapped from your aching clit to your opening, then dipped in for only a moment before reeling back and coming up to massage over your swollen clit.

You basked in the feeling, your breathing laboured and coming out more as desperate gasps and moans. You could practically feel Loki smirk against your folds and glanced down, instantly regretting it as you saw him staring back up at you, watching his eyes move up to look at you. The sight of him between your legs made you whimper aloud, trying desperately to grind up against him.

He tsked and slapped your thigh, making you still instantly.

"Oh, god, Loki... Fuck, Loki. How do you do that with your tongue oh god..." You panted, one hand reaching down to card through the mans silky hair, gripping it at the roots. He puffed a rush of air through his nose so he didn’t have to remove his mouth. Your noises urged him to continue.

Your moans and whines filled the room and sent shivers down his spine as well. Your abdomen pooled with heat and you felt more of your juices flood out into his mouth. Loki didn't seem to mind at all, he actually let out a low groan at the taste of you. You felt his fingers press gently at your opening and you whined, trying to press down against them, trying to push them inside of you.

Loki sadly pulled away, leaving you panting and desperately trying to grind into nothingness simply to get friction.

"My queen, you will obey me when I demand that you stay still. I want to pleasure you so trust me to do it and pick you apart piece by piece until you're gasping for me to stop." He said smoothly, standing up and dusting off his knees. You really did whine at the change in position, but got cut off once more. "Oh? So you don't want me to fuck you, princess? I was going to destroy you but... I guess you just want to shower and get it over with, hmm?" He said slowly, watching your pout change into a smile.

"Oh. Oh, I just I thought that you were done... Please, Loki? It's been so long." You said with a pout, sliding your hands under the shorts and wiggling them down, taking the panties with them. Loki watched with hungry eyes. He quickly stripped himself and you giggled, biting the inside of your lip as he once again stood between your legs.

"I'm going to make you mine. And make sure you know that you're mine." He growled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you off of the counter. He set you to your feet and turned you around, bending you over the counter so you faced the mirror and saw his reflection standing behind you. He was admiring your ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft skin, gently slapping at it, then spreading both cheeks.

The intensity of his stare made you blush and bite your lip, he caught your look and smirked at your reflection.

"Such a pretty body, gods. I’m glad to call you mine, pretty girl." He whispered against your skin as he leaned over you, placing soft kisses up your spine.

You felt Loki line himself up and press in, and you watched your face contort into a look of pure bliss. Your favorite part was always the initial breach. You loved feeling your body stretch for him.

"Oh, fuck. Loki." You gasped, feeling as if the air was pushed out of your lungs. He smirked and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you stared at yourself.

"You're mine, you’re my good girl, and nobody can please you like I can." He whispered, giving you long, powerful thrusts. They sent your body bouncing forward, then immediately pulling back to meet his thrusts.

He did eventually speed up, sparks and tingles running through your body as Loki fucked you. You were moaning constantly, meeting him thrust for thrust even as he sped up.

Despite the fact that you adored moments like this, where Loki strung you up high and gave you intense orgasms, you really just wanted to feel loved and be held.

Loki sensed the change in your enjoyment almost instantly, stopping his thrusts and bending over you to press soft kisses along your shoulder.

"My love? Are you okay?" He asked softly, concern clear as day. "If I'm doing something wrong please be sure to tell me, the last thing I want is for my queen to be upset." He cooed, you smiled at how soft he had gotten so suddenly despite the fact that he was clearly basking in pleasure only moments ago.

"I... I just, Loki. Can I face you? And maybe go a little slower? I really just want to be held and savour this moment." You said quietly, looking up at your reflection in the mirror. Loki had looked up to meet your stare and he nodded, pulling out of you and letting you turn yourself around and sit back on the counter.

"Then, rather than claim you as mine, how about I go ahead and give you that reward for being so good for me earlier, would you like that?" He asked with his gentle smile, pushing his hair out of his face and watching your nod.

You opened your legs again, wrapping them around Loki's slim waist. He repositioned himself and slid back in, the new angle making the both of you moan. You gripped his shoulders and he rested one hand on the counter and the other on your thigh as he began to thrust slowly.

"My beautiful queen, such a good girl. Such a good girl for me, yeah?" He whispered, properly grinning now as you nodded, your eyes fluttering closed and your mouth falling open.

"You were so good for me today, I'm so proud of you doing so splendid and letting me help you." He panted, now thrusting at a steady pace that helped build the orgasms for the both of you.

"Yes, oh fuck, Loki... Good girl, for you, yeah." You whined, nodding quickly and digging your nails into his shoulder, hearing his quiet hiss at the sting. The smooth feeling of his shaft against your walls turned your brain to mush and made you feel indescribably fantastic. Being close like this with Loki gave you time to appreciate just how gifted he is in the physically intimate way.

"Oh fuck, Loki you feel so good in me. Always wanna be good for you." You moaned, still rolling your hips down to meet his thrusts. Loki grunted and leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving behind light red and purple splotches.

"You already are so good to me, beautiful. You feel so good, so tight, fuck. Feels so good." He said lowly, grunting and reaching a hand between your bodies so he could easily rub and pinch your clit, using your juices to help ease this movement.

The electrifying feeling made you tense up, now feeling the hard drag of him against your insides, feeling how your body molded around him. It was as if you were made for Loki and he was made for you.

The sheer feeling of that sudden tightness made the both of you moan out loud again, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. Loki panted in your ear, grunting as he pleasured you to the best of his capabilities.

"Loki, fuck. Loki, baby. I'm gonna cum, gonna cum..." You panted, dragging your nails down his arms and giving a final cry when your orgasm hit.

The force had your hips canting up, your back arched against Loki's body and he quickly moved so he gripped your waist, never slowing his thrusts. The bliss seemed to last forever, black dots danced across your vision as you slowly relaxed, sucking in deep breaths to make up for the oxygen that was forced out of your lungs from the powerful moment.

Your limbs tingled but you let Loki use you, fucking into you much quicker now to chase his orgasm.

"Gonna cover your pretty body in my cum, darling. Gonna make you mine, would you like that?" He rasped, smirking at your slow nod. Loki still moaned and grunted as he barreled towards his end.

"Oh, fuck!" He hissed, pulling his hips back just as he came, his dick slid out of you and he was quick to run his hand over his shaft, tilting his head back and basking in the warm pleasure. His cum shot over your abdomen and your chest, leaving you feeling even more sticky. But it was definitely worth it.

You swallowed and took your time looking at Loki, he laughed at your exhausted state. He ran a bath and carefully carried you, sitting you in the tub between his legs.

"Did so good for me, my queen." He said sweetly, kissing your shoulder as you relaxed back against his chest. "Did so so good for me." He whispered, rubbing his hands under the hot water and over your torso to help get the cooling semen off of you.

"Thank you, love. Maybe I'll get hurt more often if I get that payout." You giggled, simply letting Loki do as he pleased. Letting him wash you and take extra good care of you before bringing you back to bed.

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