#Loki x burglar

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Zoro: Gotta keep moving so we don't die. Nami: Okay, but what's your plan? Zoro: Don't die. Nami: Okay, but beyond that? Zoro: Don't die. Nami: That's not a plan. It's a general demand of living.

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Protecting Her 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "Okay, but protective father Loki. Here me out, somebody breaks into Y/N and Loki's home in the middle of the night and tries to kidnap Ella as a bargaining chip to get to the Avengers. Loki is LIVID" - Requested by a nonny. :)

Summary: When a man, hired by Hydra breaks into the Avengers compound and tries to kidnap Ella, Loki goes absolutely feral.

Warnings: burglary, attempts on kidnapping, swear words, bit of angst, bit of violence, protective dad!Loki - which means tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2k

a/n: Ahhhh, I absolutely LOVED that request! Dad!Loki is one thing, but protective dad!Loki is a whole new level... I can't! 😩 Nonny, I can't thank you enough for requesting this! 🥺💚

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The night had settled over America and of course also over the Avengers compound. It was way past midnight, so everyone was sound asleep - even Ella, who had just started to sleep through the nights (not every night, but the most), much to Loki's and Y/N's relief.

Now, the couple laid in bed together, Y/N snuggled up against Loki's chest, sleeping peacefully - just like her husband. That was, until the God's mighty ears heard a few quiet noises, causing him to immediately open his eyes. Since Ella was born, had been his fatherly instincts sharpened to the brim. He turned to check the baby monitor. Nothing. With a frown, Loki turned towards Y/N again and laid his arms around her. It was probably nothing, he told himself with a shrug. But just when he was on the verge of sleeping in again, he heard those noises again. This time, Loki got really suspicious. Maybe the baby monitor didn't work and Ella was awake? The prince turned once more, freeing himself gently of his wife's grasp, not to wake her - what only worked halfway. Loki had one foot on the ground, when Y/N's hand reached for him. "Babe..." She mumbled, more asleep than awake. "Whatcha doin'?" "I heard something. I am just going to check on Ella." "Probably jus' the thunderstorm." As if on cue, shattered a loud roll of thunder the earth, but Loki shook his head. "No. That wasn't the thunderstorm. Go back to sleep. I'll be right back." He gave Y/N's hand a squeeze and stood up. Loki sneaked out of the bedroom and tiptoed down the hallway, pricked up his ears. There it was again - and it came without a doubt from Ella's nursery. The God frowned and neared his daughter's room, noticing the door was ajar. He had closed the door, before he went to bed with Y/N. He was sure of that. An uneasy feeling spread throughout his body; increasing even more, when he saw a flickering light through the crack of the door. Someone was in there, Loki recognised shockingly. All of the warning bells started to ring inside his head - but nevertheless, he didn't act with precipitation. Not Loki. He always kept a cool head; was too smart and cunning for that. Cautiously he stepped closer and opened quietly the door. He firstly wanted to see, who was in there. Then he could think about the why. No matter who or why, it was clearly a burglar.

To Loki's luck didn't notice the person at all, that he had caught them. When the God's eyes met the strange figure, standing in the nursery, his blood started to boil. It was a man - well, rather a boy, hovering over Ella's crib, trying to audibly shush her. The baby girl was whimpering softly, afraid of the face she doesn't know looking down on her. "Shh, shh, please. Be quiet, please. I-I just want to take you with me." The boy said in a hushed, shaky voice. The scenario playing right in front of Loki's eyes - a strange man threatening and obviously trying to kidnap his daughter triggered something inside him, caused his brain to short-circuiting. Sheer anger and the urge to protect what was his overcame him. It was that kind of anger he didn't feel in years. Ella's fearful cries increased, causing the man to curse. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, please stop that! I don't want your parents to wake up." The God had seen and heard enough. He wouldn't tolerate another second of this mortal being too close to Ella. "Well, too late." Loki snarled. The boy almost jumped out of his skin at Loki's voice, then slowly turned around, eyes at the size of plates; shock and fear written all over his features. "O-Oh f-fuck." "Firstly..." Loki started in a threatening deep voice. "Get your filthy hands off of my daughter. And secondly..." He took a deep breath, before some of his magic erupted from his hands, hitting the man straight in the chest, causing him to harshly hit the ground beside the crib. He winced in pain, as Loki towered above him. "What in all the nine realms were you thinking you're doing? Who are you and why do you want to kidnap my baby?" "I-I-I didn't want to do that, I swear! I didn't-" The young man with pitch black hair - how Loki noticed, now that he was closer, stammered and tried to defend himself, but that was not what Loki wanted to hear. Clearly the wrong answer. He grabbed him by the lapels of his shabby shirt and lifted him easily up from the ground, before throwing him against the nearby wall. "That didn't answer my question, mortal." He growled, giving him a death glare. "Who are you and why do you want to kidnap her?!" The man just stared at him in fear and shock, seemingly speechless. Sweat was dripping down his neck and he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Did I not make myself clear enough?" Still no answer. Loki chuckled maliciously. "You know who I am, don't you?" A quick, hasty nod. "Well, then you should know, that messing around with me is not a wise idea." A green shimmer spread over Loki's body. He was now dressed in his full Asgardian armour, ready to go to the extreme - if necessary.

With a quick move, he pinned the black-haired boy against the wall, causing him to shake even more. "Tell me why you are threatening my family or I'm going to end you. One precise cut with this here..." He said, running the metal blade of his conjured dagger over the man's throat. "And you're history. If I were you, I'd think very good about the next words, leaving my mouth. They're better be the right ones." Just as the man wanted to open his mouth, another voice appeared behind them. "Loki? What's going on here?" The noise had woken up Y/N at some point, of course. The God's head snapped towards the door, seeing his wife standing in the door frame, shocked and confused. Her eyes saw the scene unfold in front her. "A-And who is that?" The slight panic was clearly audible in her voice. Loki noticed the fear in her eyes and how she was visibly completely taken by surprise of course immediately. He stopped his interrogation. With a snap of his fingers, the boy was restrained, had no chance to escape. "That pathetic mortal wanted to kidnap Ella, but I stopped him." Y/N blinked. "W-What? Kidnap Ella? B-But why?" The God placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I don't know, but I am going to find out." The woman swallowed; tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. No doubt, Y/N was a power woman. Nothing could shake her so easily. She was an Avenger; a fighter - but when it came down to her baby, she was someone else… A mother. Loki's gaze softened on an instant and without hesitation, he pulled his wife against his armour-clad chest, hugging her tightly. "It's okay, darling. I stopped him." He kissed the top of her head, trying to give her the feeling of safety and comfort. "Is Ella okay?" Loki nodded. "I think so, yes, I-" His sentence got interrupted, as if on cue started the baby girl to cry, raising both her parent's attention. Y/N literally stormed to the crib and took Ella immediately in her arms, peppering her face with small kisses. "I'm here, baby. Mama's here..." Ella snuggled against her, calming down again, now that she was in the safety of her mother's arms. Loki joined them, wrapping his girls up in a big hug. The shock subsided so slowly from Y/N's and Loki's system. A pitiful whine behind him, reminded the God, that the intruder was still present. He ran a hand gently through Ella's tiny raven curls, before he pressed a lingering kiss on her head. "Go back to bed, darling and take Ella with you. I am going to pay Mr. Stark a visit and take this little mortal with me." Y/N nodded and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Be careful, okay?" Loki gave her a soft smile. "Don't worry about me, my love. I can handle him." "I know, Lokes, but nevertheless..." He nodded. Then she left the room, taking their daughter with her.

The God redirected his attention back to the black-haired man, kneeling on the ground. Loki ripped rather harshly the tape off the burglar's mouth, causing him to hiss, before he dragged him to his feet. "We two are going on a little walk now." He pushed him forwards, out of the nursery, down the hallway, out of his and Y/N's apartment and towards Tony's rooms. The man said not even a single word on their way. Nothing. He didn't even try to defend himself anymore. As soon as they had reached Tony's quarters, Loki banged his fist loudly against the door. "Stark! Open the door! Now!" Nothing. "Stark!" After a few seconds of waiting, the God had enough. His thread of patience was very short that night. So, Loki didn't hesitant and with a roll of his eyes, he just kicked in the door. Anger was still cursing through his veins. "Stark!" Tony rounded no second later the corner, dressed in his pyjamas. "What the hell, Reindeer Games?! What's gotten into you?!" "What's gotten into me?!" He snarled. "Your oh so brilliant security system failed!" The billionaire crossed his arms over his chest. "It never failed. Guess you must be dreaming. Now, what's the matter?! What is so urgent that you come here in the middle of the night and kick in my door!" Loki walked back out the 'door', grabbed the man and threw him on his knees in front of Tony. "I just found him in my daughter's nursery. He broke into our apartment and tried to kidnap her. Is that urgent enough for you, Metal Man?!" Tony's eyes widened. "He... broke into your rooms - the Avengers compound - and tried to kidnap Ella?!" "Yes!" "But that's impossible." Tony argued, even if he saw the prove that it wasn't, right in front of his eyes. "Well, it is clearly not!"

The two Avengers decided to lock their guest away in one of the cells and figure out firstly, how he could break in the compound. Turned out, that the man must've used the raging storm outside to deactivate the security system. How, they didn't know - yet. On the next day, Loki interrogated the intruder once again, while Banner and Stark worked on fixing the hole in the security system.

"Who are you working for?!" The man was again shaking - or still? "I-I can't tell you!" Loki clenched his jaw. "Oh yes, you can." "No! Because if I tell you, they're going to kill me!" The black haired yelled in despair. "Not if I am going to kill them first." Loki shook his head. "Now tell me!" He hissed. "Or would you like to have another taste of my seidr?" The God said in a threatening voice, his hands starting to glow green. The man's eyes widened in panic. "No, no, no, please not! I'll tell you; I swear, I'll tell you!" The green glow vanished again; Loki looking expectantly at the prisoner. "H-Hydra. They send me to kidnap your daughter as a bargaining chip to get to you and the other Avengers." That was a whole new level, Hydra just set foot onto. Now they already started to kidnap children in order to get what they wanted? A low growl left Loki's lips, the raging anger returning to burn inside his veins. "Where is their base?" When the man didn't answer right away, Loki grabbed his chin harshly with his hand. "Tell me!" "N-New Jersey!" "Where in New Jersey?!" "T-Trenton!" Loki let go of him, now that he had his answer. Once again engulfed a green shimmer his body, conjuring his full armour. "I am going to burn this place to the ground."

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[starssunsoftheinfinite]

Yandere!Loki x Cat!Male reader Chapter 3

warnings : none

Names used : Y/N, 'my darling', 'pet', 'my sweet boy', 'mine', 'little pet'

comfort. its not suuuper hinted at but in the comfort scene, Loki is meant to be using some magic to help with it which is why you give in so quickly.

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

1,232 words

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It wasn't long before you, Loki, and Heimdall stood ready for your travel. Loki had said his goodbyes and you had no one to say goodbye to so you happily went on your way. Well, mostly happily. You still had this horrible nagging feeling about stepping foot onto Mindguard. It was… embarrassing. You were the best thief in the galaxy, you had stolen from the collector for goodness sake! Why would being on that tiny planet bring you any fear? It was completely irrational. Your ears laid flat against your head as you watched Heimdall turn the key and-

The air was familiar and yet foreign, cooling on your skin and the bird song overhead was beautiful but its beauty did not sway your paranoia. You shouldn't be here. You don't know why but something tells you you should not be here.

"Yes, it's quite lovely here isn't it!" The booming voice broke you out of your thoughts, your ears flattening once more and your nose wrinkling. Your eyes traveled upwards and you were greeted by a tall blonde man with broad shoulders and blue eyes. "Hello, Thor," Loki said as though he were forced to say it. Thor's eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he gave a firm nod "Brother. " He huffed before turning his attention back to you. You were verging on a scowl, glancing at Loki before looking back to the Asgardian ray of sunshine beaming down at you. "You must be Y/N! Best cat burglar in the galaxy! I've been excited to meet you ever since this was agreed on. I'm sure you will be of great help to the team" Thor never stopped smiling as he spoke and you wondered if his cheeks hurt yet. You heard Loki huff from beside you and without even looking you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "Do not get too comfortable, we will not be staying long. " Loki grumbled and you threw Thor an apologetic glance. He seemed like a nice man so you felt the need.

The compound was large and seemingly well-fortified. If you were planning to rob the place you certainly wouldn't be able to do it on a whim. Though you're sure with a little planning it would be a breeze. Luckily for them though, you are not here to burgle. You were led into a large lift with a window, allowing you to watch the ground become smaller and smaller, people watching all the way up. When it finally stopped you felt Loki's hand on your shoulder, urging you to move forward.

The room was spacious and clean. There was a man in purple sitting on a large armchair, a book in his hand. He was the only other person in the room so you stared for a moment, expecting a greeting. The man did not notice for an awkwardly long amount of time so Thor promptly stepped in. "This is Bruce! He is a scientist, very smart guy." Thor exclaimed, clearly frightening the man as he pat him on the head. "Hi." Bruce said with a nod. It was short but friendly, he seemed nice. Loki hummed though it was clear he was uninterested. "I do not wish to socialize, Thor. Please just take us to our rooms I've had a long day and it's not even noon." Loki complained. Thor nodded and led the two of you to a pair of rooms side by side with one another. "Loki you are on the left, and y/n is on the right. You have your own beds, snacks, bathrooms, the whole shabang!" Thor grinned. "shabang?" Loki echoed. "I learned it here in Midgard its a very fun word. " Thor said and Loki didnt bother prying any further.

Thor finally left the two of you to your own devices, each of you sitting in your respective rooms. It wasn't too bad, quite nice actually though you know Loki probably gasping at the lack of gold. You didn't mind the white walls and simple bed. It was quite a nice bed actually. You pressed your back into the soft sheets, taking a deep breath and letting yourself drop your guard for a moment. As the thrill of a new place and new people slowly drifted away, your mind was once again plagued with a strange tension. It was becoming more and more frustrating by the second. What was wrong why were you so upset? You let out a raspy and angry groan and stood up, kicking your foot against a set of drawers and having to catch the vase that tumbled off due to the disturbance. Your expressions of frustration were cut short by a knock at your door.

"Come in." You called and unsurprisingly Loki strode his way toward your bed. "I heard a bit of commotion. What is troubling you, pet?" He spoke and it was so soft and gentle. When he was with others he was rude and snarky but when the two of you were alone every word he spoke invited you in. You sat beside him, leaning back on your hands and staring at the floor. "I- mm." You began but then stopped, unsure of how to continue. You took a deep breath, tail curling around you as you brought your knees to your chest.

"Something about this place- Midguard it… it troubles me. Ever since you mentioned going I felt this nagging feeling. Like there's something here I should be scared of and the fact I don't know what to fear frightens me even more. " You spoke as clearly as you could, trying your best to express your complicated feelings. Loki hummed in understanding and laid himself on the bed, resting his head against the pillow and gesturing for you to come. "Come, lay with me. " He said and you were hesitant but obliged. You rested beside him and Loki promptly lifted you with ease, positioning you to lay your head against his chest. The pattern of his heartbeat soothed your worries if only a little. "I do not know what you fear. So I am afraid I cannot truly assist. But perhaps I can help you to let go of your thoughts for now. No need to think little pet, just listen. " Loki suggested and without a second thought, you leaned into the idea. Anything to make this horrible feeling go away.

You turn slightly, pressing your face into Loki's chest and Loki's hand finds itself buried in your hair. You breathed in his scent and the more you took in the more you curled up. "Oh, sweet thing… that's it. Relax." He hummed and with each word the room got quieter and quieter. Like the only noises that were important to hear were Loki's heartbeat and his voice. Your body felt heavy and soothed, you barely remembered what you were so worried about before, far too focused on Loki and his words. "My sweet boy, my darling. Mine." If you were able to have coherent thoughts you'd question such language. But despite the fact you barely knew the man, you allowed him to call you his. You wouldn't mind that. As the world finally drifted away, allowing you to melt against Loki and curl your tail around his waist, for the first time in a very long time you felt genuinely and truly safe.

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this one was real short and it was going to be longer, however the way I wanted it to go either meant leaving it here and saving the rest for chapter 4 or carrying on and making it way longer. I chose to split it up instead of dragging it out.

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Clone of Mischief: Spider Trio x Loki Clone child reader part 6.

9:00AM:

Your eyes fluttered open from the rays of sunlight peaking from your curtains. You smelled the aroma of pancakes making your tummy growl.

You threw off your green comforter and fixed the bed, you walked to your drawers and pulled out black overalls with green trim, a grey T-shirt, black knee high ripped stockings and green sneakers and walked into the bathroom to do your routine.

After bathing, brushing your teeth and hair you walked over to Jolly who is sleeping on one of your pillows "wake up Jolly it's time for breakfast." you said as she shoots up at the mention of food "FOOD." she screams and flies out of the room leaving you with the anime surprised face.

You went to the living room to see everyone (including Jolly who is stuffing her face) except Peter, MJ, and Ned having breakfast "where are big brothers Peter and Ned and big sister MJ?" The Avengers are shocked to hear you call the spider trio that but they brushed it off "Reindeer games Jr is right, where are those three? it's 9:00 o:clock and they are going to be- Ohhh speaking of the devils."  Tony said seeing the spider trio ready for school, "sorry we may have overslept." Peter said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck earning disapproving looks from the avengers "just eat your breakfast." Steve said in a strict tone.

In the afternoon:

You and Jolly are in the living room watching fairy tail while everyone else is doing their own thing but an alarm is blaring as a man with an eyepatch appears on the screen causing you and Jolly to jump in surprise "AVENGERS" he yells as everyone comes into the room, "what is it Furry?" Steve asked "there is a HYDRA base located in Hungary, they have been making prototypes of the winter soldiers." Furry said "we are on it Furry. AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!" Steve said then everyone (except you) went to suit up.

A few minutes later everyone came back suited up "Wait, who's going to stay with Y/N and Jolly?" Loki asked everyone was now looking at you "it wouldn't hurt to leave them alone I mean the spider trio gets out of school in a bit anyways." Clint said earning nodes from everyone "but just to make sure they do come home and don't try to sneak off to patrol, FRIDAY ACTIVATE GROUNDED MODE FOR THE SPIDERS AND BABYSITTER MODE FOR Y/N!" Tony said with a proud smirk "Yes Mr Starks." Friday said. "Darling we have to go on a mission, your job is to make sure the spiderlings get here since they're grounded, FRIDAY we'll be on so you can ask her for anything." Your father/clone said then Tony butted in "and I had her ordered pizza for lunch, here is the money to pay." you and Jolly shouted up at the mention of your favorite food "PIZZA." making the avenger's chuckle.

A few minutes later:

You and Jolly sit on the couch to continue watching Fairy tail until you heard Friday say "Miss Lokidottir, the pizza is here and the spiderlings are on their way." you smiled and said "thank you Mrs Friday." You said walking down with the money Tony gave you to pay for the pizza but while walking you see men cornering the poor pizza guy "JOLLY DO YOUR TRICK" you said as Jolly zoomed into your necklace and you began transforming into Kid trickster.

After transforming you ran out and shouted "leave that citizen alone meanies." you say making the men turn "KIDS TRICKSTER." they all shouted the burglars in fear but the pizza guy in awe.

You took out the pink silly string to stick the burglars to the ground and used the old colorful hankies trick to tie them up.

After you took care of the burglar the pizza guy began thanking you with excitement "Thank you kid trickster." He said making you smiled "no problem citizen." you said happily signing his notepad and run behind the building to the back door "Jolly no tricks." as you say this Jolly came out of the necklace and said "let's get the pizza." you walked to the pizza guy and gave him the money "thank you have a good night." you said "wow a hundred dollars this is the best day of my life." you smiled and went back into the tower.

In the avengers floor:

Once you came into the tower you saw that the spider trio were there “Oh pizza.” Ned said as he took the box while Peter grabbed the Soda and MJ went to get plates then all of you sat around the Tv "You did well on your first solo mission." Peter said happily munching on his slice with MJ and Ned nodding in agreement "normally I don't encourage disobedience but I will let it slide, remember you're all forbidden from leaving the tower unless it's for school in the spider trios case and Miss Lokidottir isn't allowed to do any rescues alone." Friday said making you all groan "I will delete the footage of Mrs Lokidottir taking down the burglars but this is a one time thing." you all nodded "yes Fri" all of you said.

After eating:

You and the spiderlings sat in the living room watching Fairy tail until the news interrupted "the Avengers had just taken down a HYDRA base in Hungary and have taken all of the agents into custody for experimenting on children. What's that? I've just gotten word that kid trickster just saved a pizza man from three of the most wanted burglars and left them in a sticky situation and that the pizza guy got the whole thing on film as well as an autograph from the young hero herself." you all are frozen on the couch "I hope they don't have the news station on the Quinn jet radio." Ned squeaked making you gulp "Dad's going to kill me." you squeaked back "you all are lucky I'm Abel to hack into the jets radio to make it skip the news, again this is a one time thing next time you're facing the consequences of disobedience." you all sighed in relief but jumped at the sound of Peter's yodeling ringtone. "Ohhh man it's Mr Stark. Hey Mr Starks we saw you guys on the news."

As Peter is rambling Tony in his IronDad voice asked "all right what happened?" As the spiderlings struggle to tell excuses you all heard Clint say something that made you pale "Hey Loki, Y/N is definitely your kid." he said as you heard the video the pizza guy recorded of you saving him.

You gulped "We are so dead." you whispered to Jolly in terror "oh you’re not dead or grounded but you are losing your power privileges for a week." Loki said behind you two as he uses his magic to take your powers away but something else happened.

Loki's POV:

As I used my magic to take Y/N's and powers away my daughter became smaller instead of a 10 year old in her place was a baby no more then 2 months old.

By Odin's beard she was cute.

She had a green and silver striped beanie on her head, was wrapped in a green blanket, and sleeping soundly. I gently picked her up and held her to my chest with her head on my shoulder.

As I held my child everyone is looking at Y/N adoringly "Well her files did say she's 2 months old." The bafoon Ned said making everyone and myself give him the 'not the time' look "Too soon?" he asked making me roll my eyes "She's so cute. but is she going to stay like this?” Jolly asked sitting on my shoulder making me look at my little girl who is now awake cooing and making gurgling noises.

As I’m looking at her Thor comes over "Brother maybe you should keep her like this. You could raise her and give her the life she deserves." my brother said for once having a good and mature idea "Point break has a good point. And you can make up for the two months you missed." Stark said as every one agreed on keeping Y/N as a baby "Alright then." I say causing Romanov and Maximoff to squeal in excitement "Fri order a baby crib in silver, some baby formula, clothes, and other things a baby will need!" Starks told Friday "we might as well redecorate her room." Peter said "ohh no you three are watching Y/N! Don't think I didn't know you hacked into Fridays system and disabled grounded mode." As Stark is scolding the spider children I looked down at my little troublemaker and saw her sucking her thumb "Darling please don't do that." I say taking it out and putting in her pacifier before she got fussy.

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Hi, Lisa, me again. I swear I don't normally send in another request when someone isn't even done with my first one (which is not meant to dig at you, I swear), but I have seen other people do it so I'm, like, assuming you're okay with it? If you're not, though, feel free to yell at me and throw this request out, it's not a big deal.

Okay, so I had an idea for a platonic Loki x Reader where Loki is actually held in Avengers Tower after the Battle of New York, instead of going back to Asgard. The Reader, a teenage Avenger who's kind of an awkward bookworm, is warned to stay away from him, but eventually they're super curious and bring him food in his cell as a kind of olive branch. Loki doesn't take it or talk to them at first, but they keep coming back to give him food and to get a quiet place to read, and eventually Loki starts to talk to them. Over time, they become genuine friends, with the Reader lending Loki books to read and Loki telling them about Asgard, and the Reader starts to see all the pain and hurt Loki really feels, and sees that he isn't really the monster they initially fought during the Battle.

However, their friendship is eventually found out, and the Avengers tell the Reader they can't visit Loki anymore, assuming he's trying to manipulate them. The Reader tries to stick up for Loki and tells the team the kind of person they've learned he is, but the team doesn't listen. After a week, Thor goes to visit Loki to tell him off for trying to manipulate the Reader, only to find him genuinely upset because he thinks the Reader doesn't want to be friends with him anymore. Realizing that Loki genuinely thought of the Reader as a friend, Thor tells the rest of the Avengers, and they agree to let the Reader talk to him again. Maybe the story ends with them finally letting him out of his cell since the Reader has softened him up, and the Reader introducing him as their friend?

Okay, whoo, this was a long one (😂). Again, if you don't want to write this or I wasn't supposed to send in more than one request, feel free to just throw this out, that's totally fine! Have a great day!! ❤️❤️

- Raven

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You are curious, insatiably so. You’re also in the exact place you’re not supposed to be- namely, traipsing around the corners of Avengers Tower in the hopes of finding Asgard’s youngest prince. You have been told by multiple members of the Avengers, sometimes at the same time using the exact same words, that you are to stay away from Loki Odinson, no matter what.

This is precisely why you’re trying to find him now. Look, you can’t just go up to somebody and tell them not to find the god of mischief. Wouldn’t anyone want to see what the guy looks like when he’s not putting on a performance? Sure, he tried to kill all of you, but it’s not like that’s a rarity around here. No, you want to find him, and find him you shall, even if it means you have to hide from security cameras like you’re some kind of cat burglar.

It’s surprisingly empty. During the first couple of days after the Chitauri invasion, practically every square block of New York City was on high alert. They were pulling S.H.I.E.L.D. agents out of nowhere, all tasked with making sure nothing like that happened again. Once people realized that the Chituari were a one time deal, though, everyone cooled down.

This is why you’re able to casually stroll around the cell block without getting stopped. That, and the fact that you are technically an Avenger, although your age would probably lead to you getting escorted out if people really noticed you were here. You’re not sure what it is about being under the age of twenty, but the second you mention the fact that you’re still a teenager, people freak out.

Apparently, some of them have at least a few morals left, and they like to feel better about themselves by keeping you out of trouble, so to speak. You have no doubt that your age heavily contributed to the fact that you’re a de facto Avenger and not just sequestered in yet another S.H.I.E.L.D. holding cell along with the rest of their inhumans and general threats.

You’ll probably be found out eventually, but your curiosity has won over the strongest of your doubts. To put it simply, you want to figure out what makes a villain, and Loki is your best shot at uncovering this whole mystery. He is the epitome of an enemy of the Avengers, and for that reason, he’s utterly fascinating. No questions about it, hovering outside Loki’s cell is exactly where you want to be.

At last, you come across it. They’ve put Loki in a similar glass-walled cell as before. He sits listlessly on the floor, no longer posing and posturing as he had back when they put him in a locked room the first time. Then again, during that point he was still waiting on reinforcements and an entire plan to take over the world that none of you knew about.

Right now, he’s defeated, both physically and mentally. There is nothing that Loki can do to get out, no mind controlled minions or alien guns ready to break him out. There’s no reason for him to waste his energy on trying to look good, not when everyone on your team has proved themselves more than capable of taking him down.

You linger at the edge of the hallway, just around the corner from Loki’s cell. You’ve made sure to stay in the shadows, so there’s no chance that he can see you, not in the slightest. You are practically invisible, a thief in the night, a spy monitoring its prey, and— oh God, he’s seen you.

You fling yourself back against the wall, but the damage has been done. When you peer cautiously back around the corner, Loki is regarding you with a level stare, neither interested nor antagonistic. He knows that you’re there, but he doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

Well, you can work with that. Just in case, you’ve brought a peace offering/bribe with you, and you force yourself out into the open under the guise of bringing it to him. There’s a compartment that slides in and out of one of the glass walls of the cell, not unlike the boxes they use to ferry money back and forth between customers and bank tellers. You put your sacrificial item in the box and send it over to Loki’s end.

His brow furrows almost imperceptibly. You fumble for the right words, although even your split second’s hesitation doesn’t really do a lot for you.

“It’s, uh, food. For you. You can eat it.” You realize you’re rambling and fight off the urge to throw up awkward finger guns just to sell the whole thing.

To his credit, Loki doesn’t react to that terrible display of communication skills, just rises mechanically and retrieves the baked good you’ve offered him. It’s a pretzel roll from one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff rooms. Over your time at the Avengers Tower, you’ve had your time to sample the food offered for free, and you can staunchly speak in favor of the pretzel rolls. Fantastic every time, they are.

You feel oddly pleased with yourself when Loki takes the food, and mumble something about having to go before leaving the room as quickly as you can. You have no idea what he thinks of you, but at least you tried, right?

You end up returning the next day, this time a book in hand. Loki’s eyes flash hopefully to the novel, but this one is for you. As it turns out, it’s really hard to find a quiet place to read when all the Avengers seem to take your closed door as a sign that they should come charging in for a nice, overextended conversation. It’s like your parents, but tenfold.

Last time you were here, you couldn’t help but notice how blessedly quiet it was. This is, of course, due to the fact that no self respecting agent would have their important conversations in the room of Loki’s cell, but it’s still useful for you. You drag a chair over to the corner of the room, just outside the view of the security cameras, and start to read.

You learn pretty quickly that you have to keep your eyes firmly trained on your book, because if you allow yourself to be anything other than hooked on the current story, you’ll feel the full magnitude of Loki’s gaze boring into you. When you dare to look up for a moment or two, you notice that he’s staring at you as if he’s trying to light your hair on fire. 

You consider sticking your tongue out at him to get him to stop, but no, you’re trying to be cool and mature about this. Instead, you elect for the far better option of just ignoring him, even though you’re the one who’s in his room instead of the other way around.

About an hour and a half into your reading, Loki finally speaks. “Why are you here?”

You glance up at him. “It’s quiet,” you say, “I wanted to read.”

He nods once, settling back into his same state of solitude. You half expect him to ask another question, even about who you are or why you brought him food the other day, but he doesn’t say a thing, not even when you leave another forty five minutes later.

The next time, though, you’re determined to get at least some sort of reaction. You come bearing gifts once again, this time a particularly good sandwich from a cafe across the street. Loki seems vaguely confused about the whole thing, but you insist that there’s a time and place for a good sandwich, and this is it. He does seem to like it, which is simply what you deserve.

You finish your book earlier than you expected, and start to pack yourself up the second you hit the last word. Just before you can disappear, though, you hear a quiet voice echoing out of the glass cell in the center of the room.

“What book were you reading?”

You glance almost self consciously towards the spine as you walk back to Loki’s cell. “Oh, nothing much. Just something I’ve had on my ‘to be read’ list for, like, forever.”

He looks cross. “That isn’t remotely helpful, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “My bad. Lord of the Rings, the first one. I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while, ever since I saw the movies.”

At his quizzical glance, you elaborate. “Fantasy, adventure, that sort of thing. A group of people go on incredible journeys in order to prevent certain doom from befalling their homeland. There’s genuine comradery, true love, excellent languages, that sort of thing.”

Loki inclines his head. “Was it good?”

You smile in spite of yourself, reliving the adventure you’ve just had. “Marvelous.”

He seems interested in that. “You have finished, have you not? You could leave it here.”

Loki does his best to appear utterly unconcerned about the last statement. For all you know, he could care less about the book, some mortal story that’s likely far subpar compared to all the mythologies of Asgard. Still, the facts are that he’s been locked in this cell with nothing to occupy his time for weeks now. He’s probably desperate for some sort of entertainment.

So, before you can stop yourself, you slip the book into the cell. Loki picks it up, curious, then nods at you in gratitude. “See you tomorrow,” he says, and you repeat the same sentiment before turning away so you can hide your grin.

Indeed, by the time you show up the next day, Loki is waiting for you expectantly.

“How many of these books are there, did you say? Additionally, what kind of fellows are the hobbits, are they real? And why is Tom Bombadil so bizarrely strong compared to the others?”

You chuckle. “See, I knew you’d like it. Hobbits are just an invention of the author’s imagination, much like the rest of the creatures in the book.”

Loki frowns. “But the author speaks of elves and dwarves, and those are common in our lands.”

You take a half step forward, delighted. “Really? Have you seen them?”

Loki’s face is the picture of innocence. “Yes, and they’re known to feast on talkative children such as yourself.”

You give him a look. “I’m not a child.”

Loki arches a brow. “No? Is that why you’ve been hiding around so none of the others know you’re here?”

You feel yourself grow displeased with the state of the conversation. “I’m still one of the guys who managed to put you in this cell. Don’t forget that.”

Loki spreads his hands magnanimously. “Ah, how could I? I’d bow for Your Exalted Highness, but I don’t have that much room in here.”

You look away. “Alright, alright. Stop being so sarcastic.”

His grin is as sharp as a blade. “You’re speaking to the God of Mischief, child. You might as well ask the winter’s wind to stop producing such a chill.”

You glance back at him, and notice that he’s smiling proudly. You can’t help but picture Tony in your head, like whenever the man makes a particularly terrible joke and can’t help but feel pride in everyone else’s rolled eyes. Loki doesn’t mean a thing by it, does he?

“It’s a good thing that I have the second book with me, don’t I? Then again, I’d hate to deprive a god of his natural state of boredom.”

Loki casts his gaze over to your bag the second you mention the book, although he does his best to pretend as if he hadn’t done a thing. “That’s an interesting point to bring up. Take pride in tormenting others, do you?”

You grin. “So melodramatic. I’m handing it over now.” You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him so pleased.

Thus begins a rough friendship at first. It stalls and starts at first, when you can’t quite read Loki’s moods. Sometimes, you come in on the wrong day, after S.H.I.E.L.D. tries to speak to him and he’s sick of all mortals, including you. As the days go by, though, he grows more and more accustomed to you.

The two of you have discussions on all sorts of things, books and stories and real adventures that Loki had lived through on Asgard. He doesn’t speak of his home often, and every memory seems tainted by a flicker of pain. After a while, you realize that he regrets leaving, or at least he regrets not being able to return home in some way. You think you’d hate it too, knowing that you were once a child of the grandest palaces and are now locked away in a mortal’s glass box.

Truth be told, you think there’s far more to Loki than meets the eye. Each day promises a new chance to get to know him, and you start looking forward to each day’s conversations. Sometimes, you’re there for hours; other times, just a handful of minutes, all depending on the day. Regardless of the scheduling limits, though, you always have a good time, and you swear that he does too. Something tells you that it might be the first time someone has truly listened to him in quite a while.

So, if you start being careless in your haste to get to his cell, that’s no one’s fault but your own. And, when it’s been about a month of your visitation hours and you begin to head down to Loki’s cell only to find the way blocked by the Avengers standing outside the hall leading to the cell, you realize too late that you’ve been running on blind hope for too long. Of course they’d notice, they’re monitoring him for a reason. It was a blessing to have this much time.

The Avengers lead you back to a central living room so you can have the lecture you’ve been waiting on for a while. Tony starts first.

“Listen, Y/N, you know we’re glad to have you around. You’re a bright kid, which is why I think I speak for all of us when I say that I am stunned that you would make such a bad choice as this one. Loki manipulates people, it’s what he does best. Why would you willingly spend time with him? You have no idea what he’s trying to get you to do.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Tony holds up a hand and keeps going. “Before you even start with the excuses, know that we are genuinely just trying to protect you. You’re one of us, kid, but that means you have to stay away from people who could hurt all of us. Loki is one of those people.”

You sigh. “It’s not like that, Tony. Loki is not who you think he is.”

Bruce scoffs. “Who else could he be? He tried to take over New York, if not the entire world. There’s nothing more to him than a killer.”

You glance over at Thor. “Do you believe that?” The golden prince, however, stays silent.

Natasha takes up the charge. “We’ve been thinking, and what’s best is that you won’t be visiting Loki anymore. We just can’t take the risk that he’ll do something to mess with you. I mean, he already brainwashed Clint, and we just managed to get him back. We don’t want anything like that to happen to you, alright?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not alright. I know you’re not going to listen to me, but I swear, Loki is not entirely a bad guy. Yeah, he’s done awful stuff, but I don’t think he was acting on his own free will.”

Steve folds his arms across his chest. “What do you mean by that?”

You gesture helplessly. “Thor, what color are Loki’s eyes?”

Thor frowns. “Green, but I don’t see why that matters.”

Your lips purse. “It matters because I was watching S.H.I.E.L.D. recordings of the Chitauri invasion, and in all of them, Loki’s eyes were blue. I think it wasn’t just Clint who was being controlled by somebody, maybe Loki was as well. I mean, look at the guy. During the first couple days we had him in custody, he was practically motionless. He seemed in terrible shape. I think someone or something forced him to do all that.”

Tony groans. “Y/N, I get that you don’t want to be in trouble, but you have no proof of any of that. Maybe the colors on the cameras were wonky, we don’t know. It’s not enough to claim that Loki, a literal god, was being mind controlled. I know you always want to see the best in people, but it just doesn’t work with Loki. We appreciate your efforts, but this is done. Visitation hours from this point forward are over.”

That doesn’t mean that you don’t try to see Loki, but every time you sneak over to the cell blocks, the guards outside the rooms have quadrupled. You walk with as much confidence as you can muster, but they block your path every time. You can assume that they’re acting on orders to keep you away, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it.

About a week after the fateful conversation, however, Thor comes knocking at your door. You glance at him balefully, but he doesn’t seem here to condescendingly ask if you’re alright, not like the others.

Instead, he makes his way inside once you acknowledge him, and looks around the room as if not willing to be overheard.

“We were speaking with Loki today,” he says, “It didn’t go well. Usually, he’s been at least apathetic to our attempts at conversation. Sometimes, he’ll even play along. Not today, though. He was glaring at us from the moment we walked in. He seemed almost betrayed.”

You glance at Thor, confused. “Why? What happened?”

Thor points a knowing finger your way. “You happened. Or, more specifically, you didn’t happen. My brother, as much as he hates to admit it, has always needed someone around to listen to him. It used to be my mother or me. For the past month, I believe it has been you. He was furious, and then I told him that we barred you from visiting. After that, he was angry, but in a different way.”

You nod slowly, hardly daring to say a word. Luckily, Thor continues without need for input.

“I don’t know how I feel about the mind control idea, but I do not enjoy seeing my brother in this manner. I just wanted to let you know that I am going to go talk to the other Avengers about stopping this ban on your visits. I believe your talks were doing him well, and doing more than I seem able to manage.”

You wonder if Thor regrets this distance between him and his brother, even though there’s obviously not a whole lot he can do about it. 

“I hope you can convince them otherwise,” you offer.

Thor nods contemplatively. “I do as well.”

Thor’s word is good. The next day, you’re approached by the rest of the Avengers, who tell you that they’ve decided to go along with Thor’s idea and allow you to talk with Loki again. In fact, they’re going to let him out of his cell in select intervals, just to see if you were right about there being more to the whole scenario than meets the eye.

Right now, you’re walking down the halls of the Avengers complex, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. beside you. She’s been a good friend of yours for a while, although she’s busy more often than not with lab work. 

Your friend glances at you quizzically. “You seem to be in a good mood. Have you gotten a promotion or something?”

You laugh. “No, I just get to spend more time with another friend of mine. We should be approaching him soon, actually. You’ll love him, Jemma.”

Your friend frowns. “Who’s your friend?”

You grin. You enjoy few things in life like messing with your friends, and you know for a fact that saying the name currently waiting on the tip of your tongue will shock your friend like nothing else.

“Loki Odinson.”

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A Very Worthy Christmas 4: Adventures in Babysitting

Christmassy bonus chapters for Worthy (posted a bit early because we're sneaking up on that time of year)!

All take place after the main story, so if you don't want spoilers, save these for a cozy, snowy day. x

Summary: Thor, Jane, and their son Erik arrive at Cora and Loki's on Christmas Eve. An impromptu run to the store leaves Loki alone for the first time with his little nephew.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.5k

"It's just fun, okay?!"

"There is no such thing as 'Yuletide Eve,' the concept itself is ridiculous, why celebrate the night before the actual event just because it's before it?!" Loki demanded as he watched her hook the last of the new ornaments onto the tree after spending a good two hours stringing lights and adding on her old decorations. He'd been testy all day because it was Christmas Eve and Thor, Jane, and their son, Erik, were due to arrive at their home today—in less than an hour, in fact, which was likely why his mood had taken a dip within the past twenty minutes.

"Well, there is here, so get used to it!" Cora fired back, cursing as she misstepped on the ladder and stumbled off the rung. Loki had just enough time to growl his exasperation before he snagged her in the crook of his arm and swung her onto her feet. She probably would've been able to catch herself, but it wouldn't have been graceful and she'd been en route to the floor all the same. "Thanks. Besides, Christmas Eve is more for kids than anyone else. Because of Santa Claus and all that."

"Santa Claus?" he repeated dubiously. "Is that a game like Marco Polo?"

Cora started to say it wasn't, but then she thought about it considerately. "…You know, it kind of is. But not quite. Marco Polo is actually a game. Santa Claus is kind of a make-believe thing for kids." Loki stared at her, waiting for an explanation, and she pursed her lips as she thought of how to explain it. "See, when you grow up here as a kid—at least for the most part—you grow up believing that Santa Claus brings you all or some of your presents rather than your parents and family members."

"Why? Then they do not get credit for their gifts."

"No, but children get a lot of joy out of it. There's a whole story about it and you leave a plate of cookies and some milk out for him, and he comes down the chimney…"

"He sounds like an odd burglar. And Midgardian children actually believe this?"

"Mostly, yes. At least in the States, that's how we do it, I'm not very informed on how it's done in other countries and cultures… It's fun. But eventually, usually from each other, kids find out he's not real and then they just kind of let it go."

"So, the lie of Santa Claus is passed down from generation to generation… To end up in disappointment?"

Cora's brow creased and she sighed. "Well, it's still fun for a while… It's worth the little bit of disappointment later…"

Loki grimaced and shook his head. "No. It sounds like a horrendous idea."

"Listen, you, I swear by all that is holy if you say a word to ruin Santa for that little boy when he's old enough to understand, I'll—"

"It would be to save him some grief, I'd be doing him a kindness!"

"Bit out of character, don't you think?" Cora tossed flippantly and Loki was bearing down on her when they heard the doorbell ring. Cora paused before glancing up at him, tentatively asking, "Ready?"

His lips curled a little, more out of frustration with the situation than actual anger. "As I ever shall be."

Cora nodded and stood on her tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose before she went to answer the door. She smoothed her shirt as she turned the knob and greeted their guests, grinning when she saw Jane holding Erik and Thor standing behind them both. "Hi, guys!"

"Hey, how are you?" Jane enthused back, stepping in and using her free arm to hug Cora.

"We're great, thanks. Oh, my gosh, he's getting so big!" It was true, Erik had grown even more since the last time she'd seen him, even though it had only really been a few months ago. She wasn't completely sure if it was the Asgardian blood in him that was causing him to grow faster or if she'd just been around kids so little she wasn't aware of how fast they actually grew up.

Probably a mixture of both, she decided as she scooped Erik out of Jane's arms, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Oops, sorry, I didn't see you had stuff with you."

Cora hastily moved aside so Thor could come in, his hands teeming with bags, mostly of food. "It is no trouble at all, little sister," Thor smiled, unable to give her a hug and instead leaning down and kissing the top of her head before looking at his brother tentatively. "Hello, brother."

"Hello, Thor," Loki said quietly. Not agitatedly or even somberly, just quietly.

"You can put that stuff away if you'd like, come on," Cora offered before the silence set in, leading the way to the kitchen and the living room.

"Oh, Cora! Your tree's gorgeous!" Jane complimented. "I'm too lazy to do one properly."

"I usually am, too, but Loki insisted we get a real tree."

"Did he?" Jane wondered with a smirk. "Getting into the Christmas spirit, eh?"

"The thing she had was not a tree," he remarked and when he got a laugh out of Jane, he seemed to relax slightly. Thor laughed as well, though he was more concerned at the moment with unloading the bags and not dropping anything. "What is all that?"

"Cookies and mini pies, mostly," Jane replied easily, smiling when she saw Cora making silly faces at Erik and causing him to blubber a few giggles. "Just treats. And presents for you both, of course."

Just then, Erik started to cry and Cora murmured a quick, "Oh, jeez," and hurriedly started to hand him back to Jane. However, Thor swooped in and plucked him up in his huge hands, grinning and lifting him up into the air before bringing him back down to kiss his pudgy cheeks.

The little boy was giggling again in no time and Cora's heart melted a little at the sight. She saw Thor glance to the side and then pause before cradling Erik in the crook of one muscular arm, his enthusiasm calming a bit. "Erik, do you know who this is?" he asked the little guy with eyes like the summer sky, blue and shining and wonderfully new. Cora followed Thor's gaze to Loki, who she realized in that moment had not yet met the child once. Cora had gone to see them alone and only once in the past year or so had they bumped into one another when Loki had been present, and that had been an accident.

Loki's expression was conflicted and landed somewhere between anxiety and uncertainty. He wasn't feigning indifference though, so that was a start. Even so, that just meant whatever he was feeling in that moment was too difficult to hide. He was watching the baby boy calmly, a faint crease between his dark brows that deepened when Thor quietly stated, "This is your Uncle Loki."

His jaw tightened slightly at those words strung together, his gaze only lifting when Thor asked if he wanted to hold his nephew. Loki looked hard at Thor for a moment and then back at the child before shaking his head. "No," he said a bit coldly, which he noticed and attempted to make up for by adding, "thank you."

Cora glanced at Jane, who looked as disappointed as she felt. Maybe with time though. Thor just nodded though and nuzzled his son's cheek before they all helped Jane get organized with her treats, which were arranged around the breakfast bar, and the presents they'd brought, which were stashed under the tree with the rest. They'd all relaxed, assuming they were almost done, when Jane looked aghast and murmured, "Oh, my god."

Cora glanced at her, somewhat alarmed. "What?"

"I forgot your lemon cookies at home…," Jane groaned, running a hand down her cheek. There were these sugar-crusted lemon cookies Jane made that Cora loved—which they'd found out at her baby shower—and ever since Cora had been receiving random care packages via mail and other methods namely containing a box of those cookies and a little note.

"Oh, that's okay, we—"

"I can run to the store and make them here if that's okay! Come on, please? Mom brain or some such, I don't know how I forgot them!" Jane insisted, looking like she felt awful about forgetting a box of cookies, which Cora couldn't quite comprehend. "No, you don't understand, those were going to be your main Christmas present. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel so badly."

Cora pursed her lips. "Could you have put them in one of the gift bags then?"

Jane's eyes widened a bit. "Good idea, I'll go check."

She left the room and Cora glanced thoughtfully at Thor. "You know, I should probably head out to the store anyway for some extra breakfast things. That's not a bad idea…"

"They're not in there," Jane sighed as she walked back in. "I probably left them on the counter at home like a dunce, I'm sorry." She shot a glance at Thor. "I thought I told you to take one more look around before we left." Thor glanced helplessly at Erik, who hiccuped in his arms, apparently at just as much of a loss as his father was. "Doesn't matter, I can head out to get whatever ingredients you don't have here."

"I was thinking I had some things I want to pick up, too, so I'll go with you," Cora offered.

"You can give me a list if you want."

"Nah, I'm not sure I'll know what I want until I see it."

"I will join you both," Thor said, gently patting his son's back absentmindedly. "It is getting late and I do not like the idea of—"

"Are you forgetting how much ass I kicked during that Ragnarök fiasco?" Cora asked dubiously, earning a snort from Loki. "Give me a little bit of credit."

"I give you a great expanse of credit, I would just feel better if I came along," Thor rephrased and Cora couldn't really argue.

Cora's phone buzzed in her pocket and she plucked it out to see what she'd gotten while Jane and Thor hashed out what she'd need to pick up for the cookies. It was from Pepper and the moment she opened the text, Cora burst out laughing. Inside was a picture of a highly unamused Tony Stark, though it was hard to see his expression under the accumulation of red and green glitter on his face and in his hair. Accompanying it was a text that just said, "Got him!"

After passing around the picture and sharing quirky remarks, Cora went to get her coat from the bedroom while Jane and Thor picked up their coats where they'd set them temporarily by the couch. Thor started to pick up Mjolnir as well, but instead left it on the sofa, not thinking he would need it in the next hour or so. He looked at Erik crawling around on the floor, a humble, loving smile crossing his face before he turned to Loki, who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Coming?"

"I do not think so," Loki replied. "I have no reason to and I daresay Cora does not take well to my accompanying her to the grocery store."

Thor smirked. "Jane normally leaves me home as well." It earned a faint smirk from Loki as well until silence fell gently between them again. "Are you well?" Thor asked abruptly, startling his brother a little. "I mean to ask… You are…happy here?"

"I…," Loki began but was interrupted when Jane came in and Cora appeared down the stairs. Instead of finishing, his lips formed a thin line and he just nodded in response, retreating from the almost-moment.

Jane got on her knees with Erik's coat and as much as she tried to put it on him, he kept wriggling his way out of it. After a moment, she looked so frustrated she was on the verge of tears. "Sweetie, I can't take you outside without a coat, now come on."

Cora watched them struggle before a thought crossed her mind. "You know… We wouldn't be gone more than a half-hour, I imagine…" Thor and Loki both looked at her quizzically, but her eyes found the God of Mischief first. "You could watch him for a little while, couldn't you? Since you're staying here anyway?"

Loki looked like she'd stabbed him rather than asked him to babysit his nephew. He floundered for words, but Jane grasped at the straws. "Would you, Loki? We won't be gone long, I promise. It's been such a long day, a long week, actually, and—"

"All right, all right," Loki grumbled as he stepped back from her hopeful advances. "Just…hurry."

"Absolutely," Jane said quickly before nodding for Thor to head toward the door.

Thor looked down at her, letting his tiny wife push him into the hallway even as he glanced at Loki with some worry. "Are you sure you will be alright?"

Loki shrugged. "I suppose I'll live," he said dryly. Thor seemed to bite down a laugh as Jane finally got him past the doorway.

Loki felt a quick touch to his cheek, which turned out to be Cora giving him a light kiss goodbye. "Relax, you'll be fine. I'm sure they appreciate it."

"Sure, sure," he said just a tad patronizingly but added a faint smile to soften his words. Cora smiled and waved after asking if there was anything specific he wanted or needed. Her retreat was followed by the closing of their front door and then silence apart from the tiny thuds and wet sounds from the child on the floor.

Loki's gaze dropped to the golden-haired boy and though he had not joined the family until after Thor was a few years old, he knew that this was how Thor must have looked at just a year of age.

He sighed and sat down on the couch, watching Erik crawl around on the area rug. Loki wore a bored look on his face, his pale hands folded against one knee. "Just us now," he murmured thoughtfully. Erik looked up at him as he sat back on his bum, touching the fabric of the rug curiously and observing his surroundings. "I feel rather sorry for you, having that oaf as a father," he remarked, even while knowing he was lying to himself. Thor was a great father, his actions earlier had only proved what Loki had known for years would be true one day.

Loki watched as Erik crawled quickly toward the kitchen doorway, letting him explore as he would and just keeping an eye on what he was heading toward. "You know, this isn't so hard," he scoffed easily just as Erik smacked his elbow against the doorjamb. There was a thud and then one beat of pure silence before he erupted into a fit of tears, his face and eyes red and wet in an instant.

Loki had a moment of paralyzing panic before he got up and walked over to the child, warily picking him up under his arms and holding him a couple feet out in front of him as he murmured noncommittal noises resembling, "There, there," and, "Oh, calm down, you're fine." He gingerly set Erik upright on the couch and sat at a slight distance in front of him, scrambling internally for a way to fix this. "Erm…," he murmured before trying to pull one of the faces he'd seen Cora making earlier, but that stunt only made Erik cry harder.

Murmuring a small Nordic curse, Loki quickly snapped his fingers and a flash of green light appeared above his hand, an illusioned rose growing from the light. Erik stopped after a moment, his chest still emptily heaving from little sobs as he watched Loki fashion the flower, mesmerized by the light and the intricacy of the formation. "There, see? Not so bad…," Loki sighed with some relief, changing the rose into a tree and the tree into the constellations he'd grown up beneath, above Asgard. Seeing the light of those stars reflected in Erik's eyes stirred something in him and he slowly realized he was being suckered into liking the little one.

"Of course," Loki grumbled, though he had to admit that this development was a rather interesting one. "Someone has got to get you to love books, it certainly will not be your father… Perhaps your mother though." Loki smirked and nixed the galaxy illusion, transferring the light to just above Erik. "Perhaps me," he murmured softly, smiling as he fashioned an illusory, shrunken version of his golden horned helmet onto his nephew's little temper-pinkened head.

Loki chuckled as Erik looked up, seeing the glints from the helmet and marveling at them. "Yes, I could teach you quite a—" Just before he could finish, Erik raised one of his hands to touch what he perceived as a shiny piece of real attire and it dissipated beneath his fingertips—as illusions did—causing him to return to his waterworks and send Loki back into a controlled panic.

"It's just an illusion, you did not—oh, by the Nine…," he sighed, running a hand over his hair and looking down at his lap sullenly. When he looked back up, Erik was still teary, but he'd found something to occupy himself with, which Loki was thankful for until he saw what it was. Erik tampered with the strap at Mjolnir's base idly and Loki could see it starting to tilt faintly from their combined weight on the couch cushions making an indent. "Erik, that is not a toy."

His stern tone earned him a glance from the boy, whose tiny fists were wrapped around the handle of the ancient hammer. Loki was about to warn him once more when the boy pulled and the hammer tipped up into his clumsy grasp. "Oh, no," Loki had time to murmur before attempting to contain the situation as soon as possible. "Erik, put that down, no."

Erik stopped and looked between Loki and the hammer, his lower lip pouting out even as he let the hammer fall from his little hands. Loki felt the couch shudder when the hammer bounced on the cushions, sighing his relief and leaning against the back with a tired glance at the disappointed boy. "Thank you."

Erik sniffled in what was almost a passive-aggressive response and Loki felt strangely horrible for his reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Children cried all the time—and more often than not, at least when he was present, it was intentionally his doing—however, this one was different. Of course, he was different.

Thor's son rubbed at his eyes, snuffling again and clearly exhausted. Loki watched him a moment more before sighing and picking him up, more carefully this time. The boy weighed next to nothing and snuggled to Loki's chest as soon as he had him in a position to do so. Loki looked down at him with an almost sad expression that branched from something he didn't even understand, but Erik was asleep within moments, breathing evenly after wearing himself out.

Very meticulously, Loki held the boy in one arm and used the other to ease himself back to lie down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with Erik sleeping atop him. He barely had time to wonder why such small gestures from a boy not even old enough to speak properly yet meant so much to him before he fell asleep as well, the dotting of lights on the Christmas tree casting little spots beneath his closed eyelids like the constellations he'd drawn for Erik.

Cora, Thor, and Jane returned no longer than forty minutes later, as promised, arms teeming with a few bulky grocery bags. They were talking, but when they heard the silence that greeted them, they all stopped, immediately suspicious.

Cora crept in ahead of the others, peeking around the corner into the living room, at which point her jaw dropped at the sight before her. She then grinned and continued into the kitchen, silently setting down the bags she held. She heard Jane and Thor make their way in behind her, both looking shocked, but thoroughly pleased.

"Is there a door we can close?" Jane whispered as she started to unpack the bags.

"Way ahead of you," Cora replied, silencing her phone before creeping up on the two and taking one perfect, adorable picture of Loki fast asleep with his nephew dozing on his chest. She put her phone back her her pocket and just looked at them for a long moment, smiling softly.

"Destroy my ovaries, why don't you…," she grumbled to herself before heading back to the kitchen, very quietly sliding the hideaway door in the jamb between the kitchen and living room shut so they wouldn't disturb the nappers.

"Send that to Jane, would you?" Thor requested quietly and Cora looked up at him. His eyes glistened, and he looked more touched than she'd ever seen him. More touched than she'd ever seen any man, really. It positively tore at her heart.

"Sure thing, big bro."

Next chapter: A Very Worthy Christmas 5, The Proposal

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[tarithenurse]

On my mind , in my soul - 16

Prompt:  “Love your work, On my mind in your soul!!! Prompts: A collar, a chair, and “Movement” by Hozier. Hope this works for you ♥️” That’s the words of a wonderful Anon whom I’ve decided will be the instigator to…well…you’ll see ;) Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Swearing as usual, loneliness, isolation, tiny bit of angst, jealousy, possessiveness, Jotun, lemons with “leashes”, some fluff ? A/N: All I wanna say is...it’s not my fault. Anon made me do it. Please reblog if you liked! You know the drill by now.

Of halves and wholes

You move silently, body tight and breath shallow as you navigate the halls of the Stark Tower on your own. Dressed in your own training gear (which Romanoff had picked up at your place – without being asked to or told the address) the plan is to locate the gym because sitting cooped up is starting to drive you crazy. It’s been ages since Loki left with most of the Avengers. More than a week at least! After a heartbeat to count, you correct the estimation: three. Days. Shit.

This is worse than expected. The tower isn’t your home, and not even a thirsting curiosity can distract you from the discomfort of being somewhere that takes your freedom and control away. Not to mention the people. Despite some shady backgrounds here and there, the Avengers stand for law and order and although they don’t put the letter of the law before the spirit of it…well, shared interests aren’t exactly plenty.

It’s more of a feeling than anything else that makes you duck into a spin where your water bottle is launched through the air. But instinct or not, the container nearly finds a target below the belt of the only one of the heroes you can talk to: Barton.

“Close call,” he mutters, but there’s a smile on his lips, “guess ye’re not much safer to sneak up on.”

You push to your feet, a bit frazzled. “At least I’m not carrying weapons all the time.” Yeah, I’m not gonna feel guilty about this.

“Anythin’ can be a weapon.”

Barton lops the bottle back in a gentle arch, probably confident that you don’t stand a chance at beating him. Which you don’t. But still.

“That sounded like the Russian duo.”

The smile breaks with a snort of laughter. “Only one’s Russian. Sorta. But yeah, I see yer point.” He walks on the way you’d been headed. “So, let’s see what else yer capable of other than tamin’ an Asgardian and throwin’ bottles at nice guys’ private parts.”

It’s all junk.

Silently appreciating that you’ve got a guide now, you follow the archer down a few levels and into the private and (according to Stark) little gym.

Little my ass. Filled with the best equipment money can buy, the place is bigger than any training center has a right to be and sports several pit-like areas which probably are meant for sparring. Of course there are also an actual boxing ring, several machines where the pins in the weight still are at uncannily high numbers…not to mention an actual stack of sandbags by the wall. Bikes, treadmills, you could go on and eventually not even know what to call the different options for physical exercise displayed before you. At least the smell’s like it should be. Musty leather, dry sweat, and sanitizer. Your nose wrinkle at the familiarity, and a bit of the alienation you’d felt seeps away into the floor, leaving you calmer than you’d been for…since I got here.

“Alrighty, what ye know already?” Barton has found sports tape and wraps while you were ogling and is now waiting for you to hold out a hand.

You gingerly extend your left. “In terms of…what?”

“Self-defence. Martial arts.” He’s obviously done this before because his fingers move nimbly and without hesitation.

What do I know? Sure, you’d taken a few classes and generally kept in shape enough to impress any common thug or rich client getting handsy. Then there was the stuff you’d tried to teach yourself like when Loki was…the memory makes you sigh quietly at the realization that that isn’t so long ago even though it feels like a lifetime. Things could have been so different now if you’d made other choices. Would your life have remained what it once was? Would it have been smarter if you’d run away…or simpler if you’d given in to the demands of the Asgardian? He would never have opened up to you, bared his soul the way he had done when he explained why the Avengers forgave him…

“Hey?” Barton’s voice breaks through the storm of thoughts. “Where y’at?”

Both your hands are wrapped comfortably. “Sorry,” you mumble, “uhm…no experience worth mentioning.”

“Cool. Blank slate.”

You follow him into the nearest pit, finding that the floor is slightly padded. “Tabula rasa.”

“…s’that like Hakuna Matata?”

…   Loki’s PoV   …

What use is a wizard if he will not even ensure the quickest travel? Finally out of the dreadful confines of the jet, Loki can feel his body thrumming with impatience. The Jotun part of him is itching to break free from the restraints of the illusion and to be only with people he trusts unconditionally. And no, Thor - who is hollering after the raven-haired brother - does not exactly fit that bill.

Long strides bring him to the door that leads to what can be considered Loki’s quarters when he has to stay at the Tower. The god prefers his own home, but even he is a slave to practicality sometimes. And this time? A part somewhere in his chest does not disagree quite as much with returning to this place.

Without knocking, he barges in and is met with nothing.

A second stretches like elastic as Loki takes in the surroundings, finding no signs of foul play. The closet is ajar, a pair of jeans slung across the back of a chair next to it which has [Y/N] shoes tugged beneath. The wardrobe itself is near empty because neither resident had brought a lot with them.

This time the steps are rushed and nothing but pure self-restraint keeps the god from breaking into a running pace. Self-respect. Dignity. Loki tempers the roiling desperation, not wanting to let anyone else know exactly how great the urge to hold his mortal in his arms really is. But where is she? Stopping, he realizes that he simply has stormed off in any random direction which is a perfect example on how not to search for anyone.

“Jarvis!” the god snaps, for once appreciating Starks love for the disembodied servant.

...

I still watch you when you're groovin' As if through water from the bottom of a pool You're movin' without movin'

The Asgardian supposes he should be thankful for the facts that [Y/N] is learning to defend herself properly and for the fact that it is Barton teaching her rather than any of the others. The two men do not have a friendship, far from, but the archer had been the first to accept that Loki’s actions on Midgard had not been entirely of his own volition. And so a sort of unspoken understanding keeps them on common ground. Still, looking at the way the two sweaty bodies collide and wrestle for dominance awakens a jealousy within Loki.

Why do I stay in the shadow? It would be simple, stepping forward and claiming the woman he has come to consider his. [Y/N] would be furious if I treated her as a possession…and the god stays in the shadows to watch. And what a sight it is.

With careful perfection, she copies the trainer’s movements. Already, her motions are fluid and lithe, a show of confidence that empowers the once-upon-burglar more than Loki thought would still be possible, and he could swear on the Norns that no other sight is as captivating. Sleek muscles dance under glistening skin of back, arms, and shoulders with each strike or block. Strong thighs (that have been wrapped around his waist as pleasure wrecks the perfect body) powers each step as [Y/N] drives forward in a tantalizing onslaught. Full of potency and with satisfaction showing on the curved lips. My warrior.

A change in movement, bodies too close for Loki’s liking as the archer wraps the woman in his arm before spinning her away. Only as Barton backs out of the sparring match, does the Asgardian realize that he has marched to the pit. He can feel the jealousy spread like ice over his skin but can hardly find it in himself to stall the transformation…and either way: the bowman is leaving already.

“Loki?” The female voices reaches him through a fog of rage. “What’s up?”

She is so soft in his clawed hands, so pliable as lips meet with a force that clicks their teeth together. “Mine,” Loki mumbles in between the hungry kisses.

“Mm!” He does not allow her to break away fully. “M’not…a thin’…oh…you own!” Even so, she is returning each demanding action with a vigour.

“Still…mine…” [Y/N]’s skin is scalding on his lips as he trails the elegant jawline before latching onto the tender spot below the ear. “My pet.”

Nails scrape against his scalp, sending shivers down Loki’s spine. “No pet…” she whimpers, arching into him in response to the hands stroking her body, “got no collar.”

Finally pulling back, the god is met with a lust-blown gaze. Mouth half-open and chest rising and falling rapidly, she looks so prettily ruined. “Oh, but my dear…you do have a collar.”

And as he speaks, it appears in a shimmer of sparks: thick, green velvet edged with gold and no buckle or joint anywhere for [Y/N]’s probing fingers to find. He sees the challenge rise in her eyes, but simply decides to scoop her up onto a shoulder and carry her away.

… Reader’s PoV   …

Without anything sharp, there’s no way you can get the new accessory off and slung over the Jotun’s shoulder (Must be his “thing”) you really can’t do anything about anything. Instead you wait patiently. Almost patiently. With each step, Loki brings you closer to his room. With each step, he tells you all the dirty things you’ve been longing for while he was gone, making you squirm to prolong the contact as he massages your ass and legs, ghosting close to your clothed pussy when the nimble fingers explore the inside of the thighs.

But when the door finally does close, he doesn’t drop you on the bed, but perches you on a hard chair and before you know it, your ankles are tied to its metal legs and you wrists connected behind its back.

His face is so close you can recognize a turquoise shade in the sea of red. “I might not own you, love, but you’re still mine to do with as I please.” A large hand wraps loosely around your neck, thumb stroking the collar. “If you’re a good pet, I’ll reward you.”

I’ll show you “pet”. Like a dog wanting to lick its owner’s face, you try to rush forward but are stopped by resistance from the neckband. What the –? His smirk chases away the confusion – the bastard has tied the collar to chair too. You can’t move more than a few inches, leaving you completely at his mercy. There’s no doubt in your mind that he would set you free if you truly wanted him too…but you don’t.

When you move Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free

Instead, you watch as he straightens before you, deliberately slow as he peels off one layer of clothes after the other before he stands naked.

“God,” you moan, following the ridged lines across his shape with your eyes.

His hand drops to stroke his growing cock lazily. “Correct. Your god, am I not?”

A nod is enough. And one more when he’s kind enough to ask if you want to taste him. Stretching as far as you can, you meet him with your mouth, tongue guiding him closer until you sit relatively comfortable again.

It’s messy at first, almost every lick and nibble along the shaft makes his erection bob up and down as if it too is nodding, but when Loki grabs the base the balance in power shifts slightly in your favour. Groans and subtle rolls with the narrow hips as your lips draw his cock in inch by inch until you nearly gag on it. Sure, size isn’t all and the dimensions of the Jotun erection can seem intimidating if it wasn’t for your intimate knowledge of how talented Loki is with it. Right now, however, you’re spellbound by the sinful sounds and twitches as you trace the ridges with your tongue and suck greedily to create a slobby vacuum.

“Such a…good pet…” His breath is ragged and thighs trembling as he dig the clawed hands into your hair for stabilization.

It’s hard to smile with a face full of cock and your jaws ache at the strain. “Mmmmm-mmm?” you hum before circling the crown with your tongue to lap up the salty taste of precum.

With a pop, he pulls out, stumbling back a step to take in the view of you there, drool dripping to your chin and a devilish grin because you may be tied up but aren’t powerless. Innocently, you bash your lashes up at him, making a deal out of admiring the athletic form. Damn, so fuckable. Your clit throbs with each heartbeat and you try to shift on the seat to soothe the need for some release.

Red eyes lock on the movement, glimmering with decisiveness. “Yes,” he whispers more to himself, “and good pets are rewarded.”

Falling to his knees between your legs, the cold of his body soothing on the hot skin, he kisses and licks the worst of the saliva from your face before tracing a path to the neckline of your top. Even through the layers of fabric, Loki can see the puckered nipples to bite them just hard enough for the sting to make you moan with want and distract you from the appearance of a blade. Rrrrrrrrp, and the front of your clothes splits to reveal your breasts and stomach. You would’ve scolded him if he hadn’t been so talented with his tongue and lips, making you arch your back and tilt your hips harder into the hand he’s holding onto you with.

When the god reaches the top of your shorts, there’s no denying the dangerous cold of the blade as it slips between skin and elastic fabric, but this time, you couldn’t care less that more clothes is ruined as long as it grants him access. Scraps fall to the floor, hand reach under your ass to lift and tilt your pelvis a bit and then…gooooods!

…   Loki’s PoV   …

Move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree

Such sweet sounds with each stroke of his tongue, a danced melange of broad, slow, piercing, and fast until her lust is dripping onto the seat. [Y/N] has fallen back and her entire body is undulating with power that is building up within, like water behind a dam waiting to be released. Fine.

Never stopping the delirious torture, Loki only needs a thought to undo the bonds - although the collar stays (he likes the symbolism of it). And before she understands what is happening, he lifts her to the bed. Only then, as he lays down on his back, does his mouth leave her folds so he can see her captured in his grip above him. Perfect. Eyelids flutter and breasts rise and fall rapidly against the tension of being on the verge for so long, already the woman is reaching for some way to find release. Mine.

The Jotun physique is domineering and raw in its need, but Loki manages to move agonizingly slow as he lowers her onto his cock and then setting a snail-like pace for the next dozen thrusts until she whimpers in frustration.

“Pleeaase!” The mortal’s gaze is clouded with lust and desperation.

How can he deny her? Rutting upwards, the speed and depth of each stroke are increased, and the much smaller hands hold on with all they can to his much bigger wrists. Pretty cries fall from her lips, growing louder as a warning, together with the tightness of her cunt, of the impending ecstasy. There! All of [Y/N] seizes and shudders with bliss. Back arched, breasts pushed upwards, and the sight is beyond anything the god could ever want.

Rolling clenches of her core pushes him over the edge with such a force that everything disappears in a darkness where the only reality is the blurry shape of the woman. Her heat and his cold mingles, and Loki knows he must have cried out her name, but it is not until he comes to his senses with the mortal in his arms that he realizes it. Never another.

“Mine,” he whispers into her hair.

The god can feel her smile against his chest. “Yours.”

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[inknopewetrust]

A Little Chaos

Summary: A thief finds herself at the center of the kidnapping of two girls and has the attention one very attractive detective. 

Pairing: Detective Loki x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Criminal activity, flirting, sexual references, brief choking, probably 16+ based on content but no explicit smut. A mention of pedophilia but nowhere near in detail.

A/N: I don't think I've ever written something like this and can I just say that I really loved it!? So, I really hope you all do too! Requests are currently CLOSED but I hope to open them soon again and with new characters to add to my list. Check out my Masterlist for all other works. Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooom! I just loved the idea so much and thanks for being so kind about all the delays!

One - pick the lock 

Two - lift up the screen and frame as quietly as possible but make absolutely no rough work of it. 

Three - slip on the shoe covers and assess the gloves before entering through the window. 

Four - get to work. 

That was always the structure, no questions asked. Though, you noticed the news beginning to trace your patterns. You had made a hit in another neighborhood two weeks ago and because the news began reporting the patters, you were sure the police weren’t far behind. 

And perhaps on that particular Thanksgiving, you shouldn’t have done another–or picked that house, rather.  

Detective David Loki had a million different things running through his mind on a daily basis. When a case such as the Dover-Birch one stuck itself in the middle of an already pending investigation of burglaries in the Conyer’s area, he had a hunch of who he would investigate first. But he couldn’t get to that immediately because Keller Dover convinced him and his superiors that the RV belonging to Alex Jones was the first and only way to go. 

But even after interrogating the man who had a child-like innocence to him, David Loki was convinced there was something more to the story. There had to have been a connection to who burglarized the Dover’s that same night and where the girls could be... he was certain, but then he wasn’t because he wasn’t sure you were the kind of person who would kidnap two innocent girls. 

On a particularly slow Tuesday, no new leads had come in and the investigation had stalled because Alex Jones had now gone missing without a trace. Although he was doing everything he could, Loki was far from finding a solution and decided to take the initiative into his own hands and dive into the file he had been working on for nearly five months–the one into you and your less-than-stellar activities. The post-it note sticking out of the side of the manilla folder contained an address to an apartment in the center of town. He plucked it out, tucked it into his pocket and walked straight out of the station. 

You weren’t worried about being considered a suspect in the kidnapping of two girls. You had no connection to the Dover’s, Birches’, or the Jones’, as well as no connection to the scene of the crime. You were always careful, and the Dover’s had no security cameras. So, when your comm buzzed in the middle of the day, you weren’t expecting it to be the police. 

“Hello?” 

“Ms. L/n? This is Detective Loki with the Conyer’s Police Department. I have a few questions I would like to ask you.” The voice was cackled with the circuited communication buzzer but you heard the man loud and clear. You also knew exactly who that was. 

Detective David Loki was an infamous creature of Conyers. One day he just seemed to sprout out of nowhere and into the public sphere, but you had known him for a while. You were never friends, and you were sure until now he didn’t even know your name, but he was the star pupil of the town. And the spotlight he was in, he absolutely hated it. Every time his picture appeared in the paper or when he had to speak on the television relayed that message and you laughed in pity. The poor man just wanted to do his job and that was one part he didn’t sign up for. 

“Can I ask what this is regarding?” 

“The investigation into Joy Birch and Anna Dover. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask you if you would step-” 

“I’ll buzz you up.” You pressed the button and unlocked the door, opening it just enough for you to rest on the frame with one arm on the door and the other on your hip. 

Another thing you knew about Detective David Loki was that he was one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. The man was a walking dream but unfortunately, on the other side of the law which was far from promising when it came to your vivid imagination. 

“How nice of you to not barge into my home, Detective.” You called out to him as he appeared on the steps landing just down the hall from your door. Loki gave no smile but shoved an orange post-it into his jacket as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“This surely won’t take long.” 

With a nod you moved away from the door, shutting it closed behind you. With the sudden and unexpected presence of this man who was a fine line between formal detective and loose cop, there was an urge to be exactly the opposite of what he wanted you to be. He had been trailing you for just enough time to learn patterns in your life, the people you associate with, the fact that you had a degree and a decent job. You had an apartment to call your own, a car that wasn’t stolen and yet you continued to break into people's homes and steal curious objects for what? Consignment sales? He wasn’t sure. But you weren’t going to give him the answers he was looking for. You enjoyed the life you built for yourself...even if you had to steal and sell things to arrive at ends meet to pay for everything in your life. 

“So... what can I do for you?” 

“Can you recall where and what you were going on the night of Thursday, November 28th?” 

“Thanksgiving?” You asked with a raised brow and he nodded. Loki pulled out no notebook to take notes, rather he watched every movement. He was trying to identify guilt, but you were a casual sleuth. It wasn’t a game he was used to because all of his suspects eventually gave in. 

“I got up around 8:30, maybe 9 and ate some breakfast, um I-” You took a seat on the arm of your couch, running a hand over your mouth trying to “remember” what exactly you were doing a few days ago. 

“-took a shower and then got started on my dish to pass at my parents dinner. I made sweet potatoes and stuffing-or dressing... I don’t know what you call it.” Loki was far from amused that you were making this appear less than serious. He couldn’t let himself believe that you were stupid enough to believe he wasn’t there on behalf of the story that captured the attention of the entire nation, so he didn’t believe a word you said. 

“When that was done I got ready, did my makeup, and headed out to my parents where my sister and her family were meeting us to have dinner. Then I left their house around 7-ish and came home.” 

“After dinner you went straight home?” 

“Yes.” 

You looked at him with an unfazed gaze which he met but didn’t buy. It was a game. A cat and mouse game that he wasn’t willing to bite into but it was too late, you already had him on a string. Loki would be lying if he didn’t find you attractive, even in the slightest. You were a beautiful woman, and it was because of how you looked that you’ve never been caught. You always covered every inch of your body and you looked unassuming. You had a perfectly pristine house, looked like someone who didn’t need to steal to live but then again, most of the time, all the people who do steal never look like they would because that is what people are taught not to look for. 

“I made some phone calls late last week and someone in your family spilled that you weren’t there. In fact, you haven’t been to a family holiday since you graduated college nearly ten years ago. Bad relationship?” 

“I can assure you–whoever you talked to, they weren’t there. I was there. I can tell you what I wore, what I ate, what was on the T.V. and what color shoe my nephew was wearing that day.” 

“Those could just be good guesses?” Loki let his eyes wander around the small living space. He looked at the picture frames, the vases, the bins, the T.V. stand, everything that could have screamed “out of place” to him but nothing did. 

“You didn’t happen to pass two little girls on your drive home, did you?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Two girls. I’m sure you’ve seen their picture on the news.” Loki pointed to the T.V. at first but then dug into his pocket and pulled out a single picture of two girls photographed on a playground. They were smiling widely and happily at the person behind the camera. You had never seen the girls so you shook your head no and crossed your arms. 

“No. I’ve never seen them before. Am I supposed to?” 

“I don’t know, are you?” 

“What are you implying, detective?” 

“Do you know the house you broke into on Thursday, November 28th was the home of Anna Dover. Anna and her friend Joy went missing that same night after returning to the Dover residence to find a whistle. You were inside the home at the time we believe the girls went missing. So, tell me–do you know where the girls are?” Loki was zoned in accusation. The man was unwavering in his tone or his assumption and you would say it was scary if you didn’t find it attractive. Why, God WHY, did the detective working on this case have to be everything you looked for in a man? It would be so much easier if he were old and wrinkled but he was far far from it. 

“Detective, if I would have known you would come into my home and accuse me of kidnapping two innocent girls, I wouldn’t have answered the ring.” 

“Where are the two girls? Do you know where they are?” 

“No. I told you I didn’t take the girls.” 

“But you were in the house? Did you see the girls?” 

“I didn’t say that either.” 

“What if I told you that you were a sloppy thief?” 

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. You were certain that you were not. There was never a time where you left as much as a trace of hair in a location that you hit. 

“The bin.” Loki walked over to the T.V. stand that had three white bins tucked into slots. The bins were generally filled with junk except for one thing that the Dover’s told him went missing yesterday afternoon. A medium size blue decorative pot with yellow flowers on its sides. It was meant for shallow flowers as a table center piece that was gifted to Keller and Grace on their wedding day. Grace was distraught over it and it was sitting the left-most bin under the television. Loki pulled open the drawer and carefully took out the pot and you looked at it with a shrug. 

“Where did you get this?” 

“My mother.” 

“I thought I told you that they told me you haven’t spoken to them in a decade?” 

“Well I obviously spoke to them before that.” 

“I am going to ask you again and I want an honest answer. Where did you get this pot?” 

What were you supposed to do? The man literally cracked the code. If only you hadn’t chosen that house. Oh! How much easier your life would be. 

“I plead the fifth.” Oh, fuck. 

Loki set the pot carefully down and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. It would have been hot if you weren’t terrified of what came next. Then you made an ill-timed joke. 

“You’re not pulling those out for another reason are you?” You didn’t even laugh yourself because he simply ignored it and motioned for you to stand and turn around. 

“I am going to take you to the station and we will talk more there. Stand up, turn around, and give me your hands.” 

“I already told you I don’t know where the girls are.” Ignored again but the feeling of him pushing your shoulder with his hand and taking your wrist was something you wished you would stop replaying in your mind. 

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything-” 

The Conyer’s Police Station was wimpy compared to other cities. It was a small, single story brick building with three holding rooms and one interrogation room. You weren’t sure how long you sat in the holding cell, but it was nighttime by the time you were taken out of the room by another officer and into a brightly lit, slightly yellowed room with a mirrored window and a small desk with two chairs. There was a pencil and a pad of paper at the center of it but you were sure if it was going to be Detective Loki interrogating you, he wouldn’t need it. 

The officer uncuffed you with no words spoken and pointed at the chair facing the window. You rubbed your wrists from the friction the metal left before taking a seat and staring into the glass where your reflection met your own. You had nothing to do with the two missing girls so you had nothing to give them, or rather, nothing to give Loki to further his investigation. 

The man of the hour waltzed into the room a mere five minutes after you were sat down. He had a half-drank cup of coffee in one hand and a small grouping of papers in the other. Loki sat down, settling himself before looking up at you and beginning the interrogation. 

“Please state your name, age, and address.” 

You recited the information as told.

“How many homes a year do you burglarize?" Loki opened a file that was tucked under some papers with a series of pictures printed on a piece of computer paper. It was amalgamation of missing objects from families around Conyers. You were fucked, but you couldn't let him think that, or at least believe that you were guilty in anyway. Your stealing wasn't going to find those girls because you had no idea where in the world they were. You had never seen them before their faces were plastered on every hour of the news.

"Shouldn't my lawyer be here if you are going to accuse me of something?"

"Do you need a lawyer?"

"Do I, Detective?"

It was the attitude that angered him the most. A woman like you didn't need to steal. Based on your records, he had no reason to truly believe you would. Clean record. No screaming signs of intent or distrust popped out but he knew you were guilty. There was not a doubt. But there was something in that attitude that made him squirm. An attractive quality that he did not want to admit.

"If you answer the questions I ask truthfully, then no, you won't need a lawyer."

"Ask away." You leaned back in the chair with arms crossed and a determined narrowness to your eyes. It was a challenge. Try me, Detective. Do it, I dare you.

"When did you first start stealing?"

"When I was seven. My sister always had better stuff, so I took it."

"And that escalated to...what?" Instead of leaning back on his own chair, Loki leaned forward. His shoulders were hunched in an aggressive, intense tactic to scare you into admitting something that you didn't have any part of. He just wanted to find those girls and you happen to be a speed bump in the way.

"Minor petty theft. I never take anything over $500."

"How do you know what something is worth?"

"I'm sure you can find that in my file, Detective. Everything is there I am sure of it. You all know just how to frame the people you want. But I had nothing to do with those girls."

Loki's line of aggravation was growing thin. Sooner or later, attitude wasn't going to cut it and he was going to have to use the tactics he used on Alex Jones and other potential perpetrators on you. He never liked to get outright violent with women, but he couldn't let this go without trying to get something. The days were wearing thin and he needed to find Joy and Anna.

"You were in the Dover's house the night of the abduction. Where are the girls?"

"I told you I didn't have anything to do with that."

"Didn't or don't."

"Doesn't matter. I did not see them. I do not know where they are. Ruining children's lives isn't my MO, Detective-"

"But you do and you did! YOU were in that house. YOU were at the scene of the crime at the time they went missing. YOU are the one who knows what happened to those girls!" His voice was no longer steady and calm as he had been taught during his training. His string had snapped when in response, you laughed.

Loki flew out of his chair, rounded the table as the sound of his chair skidded across the floor and to the wall behind him. If you weren't so focused on him, you probably could have heard the surprised yells of the Detectives and Officers behind the mirror. The angered Detective roughly arrived at his destination–you, and grabbed the back of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him as he stood over you.

"Where the fuck are the girls?" It came out like a hiss. His eyes enraged with pain for the families and his own reputation if the case goes wrong and he doesn't find them in enough time. You weren't scared of him or his tactics. Rather, it was quite the opposite. If he wasn't attractive, you would have been disgusted but the man was the epitome of perfection and this scene would be one to get you off for years to come.

"I told you, I don't know where the girls are." He gripped your hair harder and you felt the chair waver underneath you. Still not scared.

"You're a liar, a fucking thief, and I don't believe you. Where are the girls? Do you like that sort of thing, huh? Do-"

"You sick fuck. I'm a thief not a fucking pedophile. I didn't take the girls!" You were slightly taken aback by his suggestion, but it was all a tactic. You had seen it on millions of police shows before. He just wanted answers, but he wasn't going to find them with you. Whatever in the sentence you had just spoken to him, Loki was worse off for it. He practically lifted you by the hair and charged you into the wall roughly. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make a point. He wasn't playing around but neither were you.

Loki's hand let go of your hair and one found itself on the wall next to your head as he closed in on you. You could feel his breathe on your face and his eyes pierced your goddamned soul. The other, well the other found itself right on your neck, holding you in place against the wall with a slight squeeze. Holy fuck.

"Keep this up Detective and I would have the means to believe this might lead to something else." The smile, your smile crept up on your face at your own assumption. You wouldn't complain if it did escalate to that.

"TELL ME WHERE THE GIRLS ARE? WHERE IS ANNA? WHERE IS JOY?"

"I told you I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE GIRLS ARE!"

There was something in your own anger that made him want to believe you didn't take the girls or had any clue where they were. He would hate to see a woman like you throw your life away for a career of crime. The proximity between the two of you was next to none. A knife wouldn't have been able to break the tension and the way he held you, unintentionally violent with a hand just a little too suggestively on your neck was a mistake but not one that he was readily going to admit. If this was any other situation, he might have let himself be willing to feel something more. But this was an interrogation, so he kept the face and squeezed just a little harder.

"Where are they? Tell me where they are?"

"Starting to sound like a broken record there. I would tell you again but I'm sure you have my admission of NOT KNOWING WHERE THEY ARE ON TAPE!"

Loki had enough and let your neck go with a jolt. His hands went to his belt where his cuffs were sitting and he pulled them out and turned you around. Your body was flush against the wall and one of his large, tattooed hands held your wrists together as he went to cuff them. This was another thing that would forever be engrained in your "sexy when it shouldn't be" file in your brain.

"Fine. You won't tell me where they are? Maybe a night in lock up will make you think." His voice was low, just at the base of your ear and his hot breath lingered on your neck as you could hear nothing but your heart beating out of your chest and the sound of cuffs closing.

But the man didn't get much further than that because the door to the room opened and like two deer in headlights, you both turned your heads to the sound of the intruder. It was another officer who looked both scared and amused and slightly embarrassed in regard to what he walked in on. He approached Loki as the latter man pulled you off the wall and forward, in front of him to walk toward the door.

"It was the hospital. Joy Birch was just admitted."

The look on Loki's face was priceless. You literally scoffed out loud and turned your face to his.

"I told you I had no fucking idea where they were."

Loki simply passed you over to the other officer and headed to the door, frustrated and confused about his own work and internal feelings about what had just happened–both the realization that you had no idea where they were and that he had been aggressive to the point where it kind of turned him on.

"Detective!" He was halfway out the door when you called out to him and if he had a mind, he would have ignored you and continued on, but he was so flustered that he did.

"If you ever want to use those cuffs sometime, you know where to find me."

Loki didn't say anything, but his eyes wandered. From your face to your body to the floor and back up. It was an unashamed look that made the officer uncomfortable, but you couldn't help but let a small, sly smile grace your face at his look. This man would be the end of your criminal career if he managed to find the time to reunite with you again.

And he did. Two days after Keller Dover was found in a hole and on a holiday he knew you were not going to spend with your family.

#Detective Loki x Reader #Detective Loki x Female Reader #Prisoners #Prisoners 2013 #Jake Gyllenhaal x oc #Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader #David Loki x reader #David Loki x Female Reader #Detective Loki x fem reader #Detective Loki #fanfic #writer #x reader #x female reader #i imagine after the christmas trist reader does in fact serve time for theft. but we ignore that for now.

[wolfish-trickster]

Advent kisses

4/24

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 131

Summary: Instead of chocolates, kisses are going to be recieved everyday until Christmas.

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @modestlyabsurd @spaceyempress @thefridgeismybestie

You were finishing your puzzle. Loki was sitting criss-cross next to you on the carpet of your room. He was bent over those small colourful wooden pieces, his hair kept getting in his eyes. He angrily tossed it back for the fifth time in 2 minutes. You silently stood up and went to your bathroom, grabbed small box where you kept your hair ties and walked towards him. You opened the box as you sat close to him, your knees touching. You held out your hand with a heart-shaped red hair tie in the center of your palm. Loki looked up at you with a smirk. "Darling, does this mean you're in love with me?"

You opened your eyes. You were in your bed. There was no Loki. It was only a dream. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and looked over at alarm clock on your bedside table. Still too early to wake up. But you were thirsty and in no mood to fall asleep again. Still wrapped in your blanket you made your way to your bathroom, grabbed a cup of water and went for a walk around the tower. To clear your head.

'That was a very weird dream,' you thought to yourself as you were passing the library. You knew dreams sometimes overexaggerate little things that happened during the day but this was something else. You've never built puzzle with anyone but your family when you were little. You also don't own any heart-shaped hair ties. 'Maybe that dream is trying to tell me something, but what? The fact I' m in love with Loki?' you thought jokingly.

You stopped in your walk. It actually made sense. Butterflies in your stomach whenever he touched you, heat in your face whenever he looked at you and you caught him, and those kisses....

Three days, three kisses, always on different time of day and different place.

'Stop. You just woke up from a wierd dream, you can' t have weird thoughts too. Even though-'

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft melody. As if someone was playing a piano in the relaxation room. Bruce came up with it. So you could hang out there, take a nap or just relax after a stressful day.

It was just around the corner. The closer you got the louder the music sounded. You slowly peeked into the room. You saw Loki with his back facing you, fingers gliding on piano keys. He played beautifully. The music felt otherwordly, almost alien. 'It must be something from his home.'

You took slow steps towards him, careful not to startle him. Halfway through your journey towards him he ended the song and turned towards you. You stopped. "I'm sorry. I just woke up and couldn't sleep so I-" stop. You can' t ramble again. "-it doesn't matter. I heard someone playing and I wanted to know who it is. And now we're here. You play really beautiful."

Loki smiled at you. "Thank you my dear," he patted a place beside him, inviting you to sit down.

You did as he gestured, both of you sitting in front of the piano for few moments.

You decided to break the silence. "I didn't know you could play."

"Many people don't know these things,"Loki chuckled."Hey, why aren't you asleep? It's too early to get up."

"Just...... woke up, didn't want to go back to sleep."

Loki hummed. "Bad dream?"

"More like a weird dream. What about you?"

"I just wanted to play," he pressed few notes.

"Hmm, will you play me something, please?" you asked softly.

"Of course."

The tune was sweet and mellow. Lulling you. Your eyelids got heavier. 'Howaboutaquicknap?' But the nearest couch was sooooo far away. Loki's shoulder looks inviting. So you just dropped your head on Loki's shoulder, cuddling into his side.

Loki didn't stop playing. Instead he switched songs, leaving only one hand on piano keys. The other one made it's way around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His breathing matched yours. The song he chose was slow, romantic, delicate. You weren't fully asleep but not fully awake either.

Sun started to rise behind the curtains. Its light slightly illuminated the whole room, but kept enough shadow for you to continue your slumber. You felt Loki's whole body shift a little. He stopped playing. The hand that was previously producing the soft melody hugged you to him even closer than before. You heard his heartbeat. One steady beat after another, replacing the music you were falling asleep to moments ago. You felt his lips on the crown of your head. The kiss was long and sweet. You hummed against his chest. Loki chuckled. "Darling, I think it's time to wake up," he murmured against your hair.

You groaned. "Few more minutes of hugging please."

"Hehe, don't worry, we're not done with hugging for today."

After promised few more minutes of blissful cuddling the both of you headed to the kitchen.

"Would you like a tea?" Loki asked along the way.

"Hmmm, yes please," you were still sleepy.

As you were getting closer to the kitchen you heard noises. More like voices. Loud voices. It's friday, you had an off day and you really didn't want to start your lazy day with loud noises.

"Loki, can we go somewhere more quiet? I'm still a little sleepy and I don't want to deal with those idiots yet."

"Me neither my dear. But first," he held both of his hands in front of him, palms up. Two steaming mugs filled with tea appeared, one in each hand. He handed you one and started walking back to relaxation room with his free hand on your back.

You and him spent your morning wrapped in your blanket surrounded by pillows, drinking your tea and talking. Not just morning, the whole day actually. He magicked food for both of you throughout the day and the only time one of you left the other was to use bathroom.

When sun began to set you had an amazing idea. "Why don't we watch a movie? You know, to get into the christmas mood?"

"I've been told a lot of your traditional christmas movies aren't actually about Christmas. Rather some Tony Stark wannabe dressing as bat or a child torturing burglars with booby traps."

"Not all of them though, there's this one called Edward Scissorhands. Not really a christmas movie, but I watched it as a child around this time of a year. Brings back good memmories."

Loki smiled lovingly at you, waved his hand and your laptop appeared in your lap."Let's watch this movie then, shall we?"

A/N: I really had a dream like that (with a hair tie, not the whole fic unfortunately) when I woke up I was like 'okaaaay gonna use this for a fic.' And here it is😂

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fluff #fluffy loki #christmas fic #the avengers #fluff

[arvandus]

wip game! 10

10. how many wips do you actually have right now?

Oh god ummmm the number keeps growing I feel.

- Touch Chapter 12 (finished but needs editing)

- Overhaul angst

- Sequel to overhaul angst

- Fae Aizawa

- Sound of Silence Ch 2

- Somno Aizawa

- Bakugou x cat burglar!reader

- Tethered (Dabi NSFW one shot)

- Dabi Xmas fic

- Soft Realistic NSFW Aizawa oneshot

- Soft Bakugou x Fem!Reader fic from an old multichapter fic idea I had that I’ll never write (but I plan to do the soft smut scene for it).

- Loki x F!Reader epic multichapter fic

That’s 12 so far… I have more in my head, ideas for Nanami and Ushijima just to name a few.

#arvandus answers #suzuki-violin-school #ask game

[marvelvsmarvel]

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania officially started shooting

via Director Peyton Reed on Twitter

With the finale of the Loki series this film carries much additional intrigue with the MCU debut of Jonathan Majors as He Who Remains but was previously cast as Kang the Conqueror. In this film we can also can look forward to the third and presumably final casting of Kathryn Newton as Cassie Lang rumored to become the Young Avenger Stature. Of course we all can’t wait to see of favorite cat burglar, the beautiful all business badass, the iconic power couple mom and dad Pym, and the X-Con crew.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel studios #ant man and the wasp quantumania #ant man and the wasp #ant man 3 #ant man #scott lang #paul rudd #the wasp #janet van dyne #evangeline lilly #kang the conqueror #he who remains #jonathan majors #cassie lang #stature #kathryn newton #loki finale #loki show #loki series #loki spoilers #loki season finale #young avengers #hank pym #michael douglas #hope van dyne #michelle pfeiffer #loki

[flowercrown-bucky]

The Adventures Of Frosty The Hitman And The Chocolate Milk Bandit

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of stabbing

Summary: The newest Avenger is truly the golden girl of the team. She might even be sugary enough to sweeten a hundred-year-old ex-Assassin.. 

Authors Note: A lil’ bit’o Bucky to break up the Loki spam. 

The team watches fondly as you and Sam sprint down the corridors of Stark Towers. You and Sam got along like a house on fire, but you were always winding each other up, playing pranks on each other, and occasionally teaming up to play pranks on the rest of the team.

From the second you set foot in the tower, they all fell in love with you. And who could blame them? You were adorable. Everything you did warmed the hearts of others, from washing Tony's suits for him, to plaiting flowers into Steve's hair, to crying hysterically whilst binge watching Doctor Who.

You burst into the room, squealing "hide me!" at the top of your lungs. Laughing, Thor pulled you behind his body, draping a blanket over your giggling form. Sam stalked in, a look of thunder in his eyes as he scanned the room for you. The only person in the room who was not laughing, was Bucky Barnes. No matter how hard you tried, you could not get Bucky to like you. Nothing worked. You had baked for him, fixed his jacket when it tore, made him coffee just the way he liked it, but he was just as cold and aloof. You didn't get it. Why didn't he like you? Tony had told you not to worry about it, that 'Frosty the Hitman' didn't really like anyone, except from Steve. But he didn't really seem to actively dislike anyone, except you.

Bucky grunted, standing up and stalking out the room. Sam pulled a face behind his head, making Y/N giggle through the throw blanket that concealed you. Instantly, Sam leapt on you, tickling you as "punishment for your sins", rendering you oblivious to the communicative looks your teammates were exchanging.

From an outsider's' perspective, it looked very much like two simultaneous seizures, but the series of eye rolls and flinging hands were over the welfare of a certain angry soldier. None of the team had any idea what had gotten Bucky so riled up, but they intended to find out.

Eyes squeezed shut, you pulled the comforter up to your face, your hands clenched around the soft cotton. For the last twenty minutes, a constant stream of loud noises, largely consisting of crashes and expletives, had come from directly beneath you. You weren't stupid; you were fully aware of the risks of being in Stark's tower and it had been ambushed overnight before. The last time someone broke in, you had gone to investigate and ended up with a knife in your thigh. It had been excruciatingly painful, and you were in no hurry to endure either the stabbing or the many, many stitches you'd had as a result again.

However, Stark had upped his security game and the voice was strangely familiar. You guessed it was Steve, seeing as he had proved himself quite the insomniac. Like you, he had awful nightmares and you would not wish to let anyone suffer through them alone

You crept down the stairs, taking utmost care to tread lightly as you did. You would hate to wake anyone.

"Steve?" You whispered, pushing open the door to the kitchen. "Stevie, are you okay?"

You were met with silence, no sign of the person who had been making such a noise not five minutes earlier. Your shoulders dropped, your eyes scanning the kitchen just in case you had missed them.

Well, seeing as you were up, you might as well get yourself a chocolate milk.

The little tub of powder resided on the top shelf in the cupboard, roughly a foot too high for you to reach. Ordinarily, you would get someone to reach it for you, or climb on a chair. However, you did not fancy your chances of wrestling with furniture at 3am.

So you climbed.

You had done it many times before, so it was practically second nature. You balanced yourself on your knees on the countertop, reaching up for the chocolate powder. Your hand found it in the dark, and you triumphantly wrapped your fingers around the little jar, sliding it off its shelf.

"What the hell?" A voice made you jump.

"I can explain!" You squeaked. "I came down looking for a burglar but they went and I couldn't find anyone and I wanted chocolate milk and I couldn't sleep and Steve has nightmares and I couldn't find a chair but I can climb so...."

"Yeah, you can shut up." The person came closer, the light casting their figure as a silhouette. "You're givin' me a headache."

"Bucky, is that you?" You asked, squinting at the tall male. His metal arm glistened in the dim light, giving him away. "Are you... Crying?"

"No." He hastily wiped at his eyes with his flesh knuckles. "There was somethin' in my eye, thas'all."

You leapt off the counter top, flinging yourself at the super soldier and wrapping your arms around his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. Only then did you realise he was shirtless, his golden brown skin hot against your tshirt, his sweats soft against your bare legs. He pulled away from you as you slid your hand up his torso, relaxing a little as your hand cupped the back of his neck.

"Do you want chocolate milk?" You mumbled, muffled by his chest. "It always cheers me up when I'm feeling down."

You looked up at him, concern clear in your earnest eyes. He nodded uncertainly, and you beamed up at him. He watched as you turned, scooping powder into glasses, your hips swaying gently as you stirred. His mouth ran dry as his eyes trailed the length of you, lingering on the curve of your legs and the soft curls that had escaped the knot your hair was twisted into. He tried very hard not to look at your ass, barely covered by your batman underwear, but it was proving difficult.

"Y'okay?" You asked softly, holding the glass out to him. The two of you drained your glasses in silence, you hopping from foot to foot as you often did in awkward situations. You smiled at him, but he just grunted in response. Once again, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest.

"Wanna tell me why you were crying?" You asked innocently. Bucky's heart swelled. He was so awful to you, and you were still just as sweet.

"Wasn't crying." He muttered, shifting one arm to loosely return the hug, making you beam against his stomach.

"Sure you weren't." You bit your lip to stifle a giggle at Bucky's indignance. Seeing you relax, Bucky allowed himself to wrap his other arm around your lower back. He couldn't help it, his metal hand dropped to touch the lace of your underwear. As the cool metal met your delicate skin, you squealed, leaping out of his arms.

"I'm sorry!" He yelped, hot footing it out the room. He had intended to explain himself but instead opted to run from the situation, leaving you alone and confused.

There was nothing you hated more than mornings. As always, you were sat on the sofa, an enormous mug of coffee in your hand as the team teased you. You had long since been branded the 'innocent one' and would surely never live it down. Natasha had begun the days' round of Y/N teasing upon glimpsing the size of your mug, asking if you 'liked them big' through hysterical laughter. Sam had soon joined in with something about finally putting your mouth to good use, with Steve rounding it off on you 'being tired after a long night. This had resulted in you storming into the kitchen to strop, yelling about cocky super heroes as you went. It was there you had remained, legs crossed on top of the kitchen counter as you pondered the easiest method of constructing a voodoo doll.

"Alright, Frosty?" Sam grinned, swaggering into the kitchen, accidentally revealing the blushing super soldier as he did. Bucky had been waiting outside the kitchen for some time, attempting to build up the courage to explain his actions to you.

"Another big one, please." Sam winked at you as he handed you the cup. "After all, that is how you like 'em, right?"

You scowled as you took his cup, hopping off the worktop to pour in more coffee from the pot. Bucky's mouth once again ran dry as he took in a glimpse of soft skin. Why did you have to look so damn irresistible all the time? It was seriously distracting.

Sam swaggered out of the room, whistling obnoxiously, a grin on his face almost as big as Y/N's cheeks were red. You smiled briefly at Bucky.

"Morning, soldier." You said, climbing back up onto the counter. Your dress slid up your thighs a little, revealing just enough bare skin to make Bucky's heart hammer.

"Mornin'." He grunted, making to leave.

"Don't go, Bucky." You said softly. "If you want, I'll leave, but you shouldn't have to go."

He shook his head in protest.

"Why do you hate me, Bucky?" You cocked your head to the side, fingers absent mindedly sliding up and down the side of your coffee mug. Bucky's gaze was transfixed, watching your digits caress the white porcelain. How he would love to feel the gentle touch of your fingers, to feel your hand heavy in his. To feel your palm slide against his, or your fingernails scrape against his scalp.

"I don't hate you." He mumbled. Words did not come easily to Bucky.

"Then why do you act like you do?" You seemed hurt by his lack of response, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Bucky's heart throbbed, wanting to pull you into his chest. To hold you tight and never let you go.

"I .... " He spluttered. "I have to go."

With that, he dashed out of the room, once again leaving you, confused and alone.

You hated the gym.

You had never, ever enjoyed exercise. How something that made you red faced and out of breath could be good for you was beyond you, but you had to keep in shape. On more than one mission you had found yourself running ridiculous distances, and Steve had coerced you into working out. To 'make it easier'.

You had done a single session with Steve, vowing never to do it again as you left.

Between the two of you, you had reached a compromise. Yoga was something you had long since enjoyed, so Maria had sought out an instructor for you. Along with your twice - weekly sessions (the instructor was a ridiculously attractive Brazilian, so naturally Natasha had joined) you went out for a jog every day, using the treadmill in the gym on rainy days, and partaking in Steve's more "experimental" training methods.

That was how you came to be suspended in mid air, supported only by a worryingly aged bungee, attatched at one end to your ankle and the other to a ceiling beam, flailing your four limbs in the direction of the wall. Should you be able to reach the wall, you hoped you would be able to kick off it and turn a somersault, before beginning the heinous process again.

You made a mental note never to listen to one of Steve's "brilliant ideas" ever again.

A sudden jolt made you start. Panicked, you looked up, only to find notice the aforementioned worryingly aged bungee had in fact frayed, leaving you falling to the floor in what promised to be an ungainly heap.

As you gathered your senses, you realised your ungainly heap had grown a few limbs.

"Easy, sugar." The mouth, presumably belonging to the limbs, grunted.

You scrambled to get up, only to find yourself thwarted by a knee that had found its way into your lower back.

"Sorry, sorry!" You squeaked.

"Can you get off a' me?" The limbs flailed, inadvertently jabbing you in the ribs in the process.

"I'm trying!" You wailed. Your scrabbling at the floor was proving fruitless and the limbs seemed to be becoming more agitated.

"You can say that again."  The unnamed person finally seemed to be detaching themselves from you. This was good, you thought to yourself. You had been beginning to wonder if you were doomed to be stuck with them forever.

As you gradually untangled yourselves, the limbs gradually revealed themselves as belonging to Bucky. You wished you'd got a few extra "accidental" jabs in for good measure, the "trying" comment having not gone amiss, despite being remarkably on-brand with Bucky's attitude.

"Thanks for landing on me." He grunted.

"I didn't mean to!" You cried, indignant. It wasn't like it was your fault that the bungee had snapped, and it definitely wasn't your fault he'd been under you when you fell.

He said nothing in response, getting to his feet and stalking off, his cheeks slightly flushed from your ordeal. Dressed in sweatpants and an old grey top, he had clearly been intending to work out, maybe spar with someone. A few stray hairs had escaped the bun he'd scraped his hair into, falling softly around his face, the shirt he was wearing riding up as he walked, revealing a strip of golden brown abdomen. His grey sweats were riding dangerously low, something you noted with a furious blush.

How was it fair for someone so grouchy to look so good?

There was nothing you liked more than rainy days. Curling up on the cushy sofas under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate while watching Serena van der Woodsen gallivant round New York in increasingly ridiculous plot lines was your idea of a perfect Sunday morning.

Bucky was not having a good morning.

He'd gotten up early to train to find the gym already in use, and gotten in the shower to find the hot water out of circulation. So, after a freezing shower, he was heading for the kitchen to get some toast and coffee. Maybe some bacon.

He padded into the living room, spotting you on the sofa. You stretched your legs under your blanket, lazily stretching your arms with a small yawn.

You turned towards him as he drew closer to you, flashing him a brilliant smile.

Oh lordy, he thought to himself. Here we go again.

Bucky adored your smile.

He trudged on past you, heading for the coffee pot.

"I made some not long ago." You glanced up at him. "Coffee, I mean. Should still be warm."

"Thanks." He grunted, pouring himself a large cup. He leant on the worktop as he sipped, largely ignoring your attempts at making small talk.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to you. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted to spend time with you, find out every little detail. Hear about your day, the pets you had when you were younger, your favourite movies.

You absolutely melted Bucky, and he wasn't really sure what to do about that. Every time he saw you, his body froze and he felt the strong inclination to behave like a complete asshole.

"Why do you hate me?" Your voice snapped him out of his train of thought.

"What?" He asked, bewildered.

"Why do you hate me?" You repeated, hurt and confusion clear in your voice.

"I don't hate you, I..." His voice trailed off. "I jus', I don't..."

"I've been nothing but nice to you." You continued, anger clear in your voice as your volume raised. "All this time, I've tried to help you, go out of my way to do things, and you're nothing but awful to me."

"I'm sorry, I..." He found himself lost for words.

"I just don't understand." Your eyes became glassy. "What have I ever done to you to make you hate me so much?"

Your bottom lip quivered, and Bucky felt as if his heart might explode as your eyes brimmed with tears.

"'M sorry." He scrabbled to find the right thing to say. "Wait, no, no, don't cry. I'll, I'll find you a tissue. Or somethin'."

He searched frantically for something to dry your eyes with, snatching up a napkin and hurrying across the room to where you were curled on the sofa, placing the crumpled tissue into your hand.

Bucky's experience with women was plentiful, but largely occurred roughly 80 years prior or whilst brainwashed. And they were largely not crying. He was not good with crying women.

He reached out, awkwardly patting your shoulder. How did Steve do it?

"Please, don't cry." He begged. "I'll cheer you up. I'll get pizza, I'll, I'll - I'll do a dance, if you want."

You laughed, bringing your hand up to your face and gently wiping a tear away with a knuckle.

"There now, sugar." He said, gently dabbing under your eyes with a tissue. "You're too pretty to cry."

Your cheeks flushed violently as he wrapped his flesh arm around you, resting his hand lightly against your back. Hugs, he knew, were comforting, and he could easily get used to the feeling of your soft skin.

"I'll make you chocolate milk if you stop cryin'." He murmured softly.

"How's a girl to refuse an offer like that?" You looked up at him, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand.

Those eyes got him every time. Bucky thought he might give you the moon if you asked for it.

Climbing to his feet, he padded across the kitchen to where he remembered the small jar to be, overly aware of you just two steps behind him. You nodded gratefully as he handed you the drink, taking a long sip.

Suddenly, Bucky jerked forward, smashing his face into yours.

For a second, you thought he was going to headbutt you, but his lips found your and you realised.

The super soldier was not, in fact, attempting to attack you, but he was kissing you.

And once you'd gotten over the initial shock, you were really quite enjoying it.

You pushed yourself up onto your tip toes, kissing him fiercely. Your little fingers wound their way into his hair, pulling him down towards you.

All you could see, all you could think, all you could feel, was Bucky.

And finally, everything felt like it made sense.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #soft bucky is my kink #james buchanan barnes x reader

[avengerscompound]

Happy New Year

As we move into 2020 I like to reflect back over the year and this blog.

This year has been super weird.  From finding out I had cancer to getting it removed and being declared cancer-free.  Rebuilding my blog after I was terminated with no cause only to get my old blog back a year later.  End Game.  My state literally catching fire.  Tumblr slowly dying.  It’s been quite up and down.  I’ll be glad to put an end to it.

Here are some of my Tumblr highlights.

Here are my top ten fics of the year:

Generations - Bucky Barnes/OFC, A woman with a cloudy past…and a baby comes into Bucky’s life, things get complicated. @thelookingglassalice 

Anything in general from @winterhawkkisses.  They’re like 75% of why I got into winterhawk as hard as I did.  Nny writes so evocatively and with such care for the characters.  Try these ones:

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Santa Tell Me (If You’re Really There) - Brunnhilde/reader What do you tell your daughter when she asks if Santa Claus is real? @daenyara 

Untitled Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, a gorgeous little snippet of the love between Clint and Nat.  @ellewritesfiction 

Want - Sam Wilson/Reader Sometimes love just looks a little different from the outside @avengersandlovers

The Fall - Bucky Barnes/unnamed ofc (so can kind of be read as a reader), Bucky meets a woman who is struggling with her own trauma, together they work out a way to move forward.  @marvel-lucy

Out of the Shadows - Clint Barton/Reader, Clint is sent to arrest a cat burglar and makes a different choice.  @until-theend-oftheline

Runaway - Sam  Wilson/Reader A chance encounter in a toy aisle leaves Sam smiling.  @blacktithe7

I want to hold your hand - Sam Wilson/Reader, A first date with Sam Wilson. @captainrogerss 

Misdirected Competition - Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton “Take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. Shoot me, then walk away.” @fanficwriter013 

Five fics I wrote this year that I’m proud of:

Undercover - Series You go on an undercover mission with your boyfriend Bucky and Clint Barton.  When you and Clint have to pretend you’re in a relationship feelings become confused.*  Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bartoned - Series Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned. Clint Barton x Reader

The Unicorn – Series  A story about love coming from unlikely places, polyamory and starting a family.* Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x Reader

Blank Space - Series Wanda has become used to the thoughts of others pressing down on her constantly until one day she meets you. A complete blank space in the world.*  Wanda Maximoff x Reader

THE TOWER: THE QUEEN OF ASGARD  The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.  Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.  Avengers x OFC

The people who brighten up my dashboard in various ways:

@amazon-x, @anavengerstale, @arrow-guy, @ask-the-hawk-archer, @avengersandlovers, @bloggingfromherbed, @buckyfvckmebarnes, @bucky-is-my-precious, @callamint, @capcevans81, @capsgrantrogers, @captainmarvehl, @captainrogerss, @chirsevans, @clintfbarton, @clint-you-dummy, @crispsevans​, @deannamb​, @evansrogerskitten​, @fanficwriter013​, @feelmyroarrrr​, @foxprints​, @gingerrootknits​, @hello-shellhead​, @hugsforsteve​, @imhereforbucky​, @imagine-assembling-the-avengers​, @jennylovelyheart​, @jeremyleerennerdotcom​, @katemcgraw​, @lillianfromaccounting​, @lady-thor-foster​, @lokilockedcougar​, @marvel-lucy​, @mewsiex​, @mintmintdoodles​, @mizzzpink​, @moonbeambucky​, @mumbles411​, @musicalninja​, @nochillsteve​, @peraltastark​, @peterman-parker​, @promarvelfangirl​, @rennered4real​, @samtwilson​, @sgtbucharest​, @softlybarnes​, @starked​, @thelookingglassalice​, @tiredsciencebro​, @tomhiddleston-loki​, @tone-stark​, @until-theend-oftheline​, @vibranium-arm​, @whatmakesmebeme-tblr​, @winterhawkkisses​, @winters-buck​

Also thank you to:

@audasia25​, @bluearchersstuff​, @buckystolemyheart​, @capslut2014​, @clintbartonswifee​, @emilyshurley​, @erosbellarke​, @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​, @hellaqueerangelofthelord​, @honey-bee-holly​, @ilovethings-somuch​, @jewels2876​, @justreadingfics​, @kingcarterprince​, @lostinthoughtsandfeelings​, @lesbian-x-blackwidow​, @moonbeambucky​, @myinconnelly1​, @pegasusdragontiger​, @samstuffandworld, @sorenmarie87​, @spyderqueer​, @the-real-kellymonster​, @queenoftheunderdark​, @until-theend-oftheline​, @welldonebeca​, @winters-buck​, @xxloki81xx​

You make actually posting fics worth it.  You’re the reason I’m as prolific as I am.  And you’re the reason why I haven’t ever just abandoned a fic before.  This site needs way more people like you. 

#off topic #personal #2019 #year in review #fic recs #blog recs

[happybirthdayalex-lokilovesya]

Loki x Reader with hakanaki disease

So, I saw this [x] [x] post and after thinking for a moment, I concluded that no one should be sad about some quizzes being made poorly, ESPECIALLY when it’s their birthday! And so, I decided to write this little something for @amorathegamingkitsune​, hope you don’t mind... This might feel kind of rushed but that’s because I wanted to make it a birthday gift as well! So HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX, YOU’RE AMAZING AND I ADORE YOU!! Also a quick warning, I don’t have much experience writing hakanaki disease and it’s been a while since I last wrote about Loki, but I still tried my very best. Now, onto the story...

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You sat on the couch of your small apartment, wrapped up in a blanket and staring at the TV in front of you with sorrow in your eyes. Next to you, a box of tissues sat, under your legs was a trash can you used to dispose of the used ones, and all around you, it was possible to find flower petals. Funny, how you always liked roses when you were younger and now they would probably be the end of you...

Just as another episode of the show you were re-watching begun, you heard your from door swing opened and almost immediately slam shut. Immediately on high alert, you jumped up and after struggling to catch your balance for a moment, you managed to stumble towards the hallway, expecting to see a burglar or something. However, the moment you glanced inside your heart skipped a couple of beats and your eyes widened.

By your front door, stood a man you never thought you’d meet in person. He was tall, had long, black hair, beautiful green eyes, and was wearing very fancy clothes. There was no way of denying, it was definitely Loki. The man you never got to meet before, but loved so much that it could kill you. Your mind immediately filled with millions of questions, ‘Is this real?’, ‘What is he doing here?’, ‘How come he looks even better in person-’, but before you could ask any of them, he noticed you. He quickly put his finger to his lips, shushing you.

“They’re after me,” he whispered, and judging by the voices you’ve heard coming from the stairs you could assume that he was talking about a couple of Avengers.

You were too shocked to even answer, so you just watched as the God made his way further into your apartment. You stepped back, letting him into the living room and following him with your gaze. He stepped inside and looked around, ignoring the mess on your couch and paying more attention to how your interior was decorated. Especially to that one big poster of him that hanged on your wall. He shot you an amused look and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Your house looks decent,” he chuckled, but it seemed like he was actually impressed. You could feel new flowers form in your lungs, but tried to stop yourself from coughing them up in front of him. The last thing you needed is him getting disgusted with you.

“Uh, t-thank you, s-sir,” you blurted out, struggling to accept that he was actually there. Your reaction seemed to only amuse him more, since he walked over to you with a smirk.

“I am Loki, of Jotunheim,” he proudly introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to shake. You might’ve as well fainted right there and then.

“I-I’m [y/n], j-just a human-” you answered, barely managing to make the words leave your throat. You carefully took his hand and it dawned on you that he was really there. He chuckled, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, and stepped back, finally turning to see the mess of tissues and flowers on the couch.

“Had a rough date?” he assumed, looking at you with raised eyebrows. You could feel the flower petals scratching your throat already, but hoped that you’d soon get a chance to excuse yourself.

“N-no, I’m single actually...” you muttered quietly. This actually seemed to confuse him. He glanced between you and the couch, your nervousness seemingly making the flowers easier to choke on.

“Is that so? Why are there rose petals all around here, then?” he asked you, piercing you with those lovely eyes. You wanted to answer, but before any words left your mouth you went into a coughing fit, bending over and trying to cover your lips to stop him from seeing.

“S-sorry-” you managed to say between the coughs, just hoping that this would all end soon. When you finally stopped coughing and moved your hand away, you saw a fully bloomed flower. Oh, Gods, it was getting worse.

Ashamed, you stumbled over to the couch and set the flower down, instead grabbing the tissues and wiping your face. You were sure that now the love of your life simply thought you were disgusting and would never even bother to talk to you again. Yet, when you turned to look at him, he looked intrigued more than anything. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit concerned?

“What was that?” he asked with a frown. With a sigh, you threw the tissue into the trash.

“I-it’s called Hakanaki Disease,” you answered quietly. “I- I’ll be coughing up flowers until the one I love loves me back, o-or I die,” you explained briefly with a sad smile appearing on your face. You didn’t want to tell him that it was him you loved, you were sure that it’d make him feel weird and he’d most likely leave. And you wanted him to stay for as long as he could... Loki seemed to think for a moment.

“Is there a way to cure it? Maybe with magic...” he thought out loud, slightly moving his fingers and causing a green mist to appear around them. You quickly shook your head.

“No! I-if it gets fixed in any other way, I- I might never love again!” you cried out, terrified of the idea. Your sudden reaction seemed to surprise him. “S-sorry,” you muttered, covering your face. You felt as if there was no way your meeting could get worse.

“...Alright then,” he said after the initial shock disappeared. After that, he glanced around again, making you wonder what he was looking for. Wanting to change the subject, you decided to ask him.

“D-do you need anything? A drink? Something to eat?” you asked, just a tiny bit anxious. He seemed to like the idea of changing the subject as well.

“Hmm... a drink would be... appreciated,” he answered after humming in wonder for a bit. You quickly nodded and stumbled towards the kitchen.

“Alright, t-this way...” you instructed, hearing his footsteps behind you. 

You led him into the room and went to grab him a glass of water. You didn’t have any other drinks in your house, really. When you poured some of it into the fanciest glass you had and turned to hand it to him, you caught him staring at the small birthday cake standing on your table. Oh, yeah, that thing...

“I know some things about Midgard traditions... Whose birthday is it?” he asked you in wonder. You sighed.

“Well, mine. Except no one could make it this year... My friends aren’t interested in watching me choke to death on roses...” you laughed sadly. Your guest seemed to think for a moment before snapping his fingers, making the candles on the cake light up with green flames.

“...Happy birthday, then, [y/n],” he said, taking the glass of water from your hands and heading back to the living room, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

He had no idea how much that meant to you. With your eyes tearing up, you walked over to the cake and blew out the candles, making a silent wish. “I wish he’d love me...”. After the green flames disappeared, you felt more flowers in your lungs and couldn’t help but cough, yet you felt happier than ever. You never got to even talk to him before and now here he was, wishing you happy birthday. You didn’t care how much chuckling hurt, you couldn’t help but do it as your eyes filled to the brim with tears.

Only after some time, you joined him back in the living room, where he sat down on the other side of the couch that you were using before, as far as possible from the flowers. You couldn’t blame him, though, it was pretty disgusting in your opinion. He seemed to have just finished the water you gave him and set the glass on the floor. Without a word, you sat down next to him, too scared that you’d tear up if you tried to thank him.

“Hm... This could be your last birthday, right?” he asked you suddenly, wondering about something. With a sorrowful look on your face, you nodded.

“Most likely is... The flowers are getting bigger,” you sighed, pointing to the rose you coughed up during his arrival. He nodded, still thinking.

“Say, would you like to see Asgard before it’s over for you?” he offered suddenly. Your eyes lit up and you couldn’t believe what he was saying for a moment. Shyly, you nodded.

“T-that would be lovely...” you answered finally. He got off the couch and your excitement was bigger than ever... until he sat back down with an annoyed sigh.

“Ah, I forgot. My wonderful brother made sure I couldn’t return there...” he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, screw him,” you muttered angrily before you could stop yourself. You couldn’t help it, you hardly ever managed to stay quiet whenever someone mentioned Thor. Truth be told, you hated his guts. Your reaction seemed to amuse Loki a bit.

“Not a fan of the almighty Thor?” he asked, leaning back in his seat with his eyebrows raised. You shook your head, figuring there was no reason to hide it.

“Not at all. I... I know a bit about how he treats you and... You deserve so much better than this... this arrogant meathead, this stupid, idle, conceited, insolent moron, this...” you kept going until you noticed Loki’s surprised expression. “...Am I going too far?” you asked nervously. After a moment of silence, the God just laughed, a truly amazing sound.

“Not at all, [y/n], not at all,” he assured you with a smile. “I find your insults... entertaining.”

“Oh, well then... I hope the rest of his life is just as pleasant as he is,” you finished your small rant. Loki just nodded in agreement.

“You’re quite an amusing Midgardian, [y/n]...” he muttered rather to himself than anybody else. Yet you took it as a big compliment, and just like with any other compliments, you didn’t know how to answer. “So, since you don’t seem to have any plans for today and Asgard is off the limits for now, would you like to go get some Midgardian food?” he offered eventually.

You just stared at him for a moment, taken off guard. Was he... was he offering to go out somewhere with you? Was he... actually interested in doing that? Despite you coughing up flowers and rambling about hating his brother and everything? Was this even real?

“T-that sounds great,” you nodded eagerly. He laughed at your excitement.

“Alright then. Sounds like the Avengers are gone already so let me just...” he muttered, snapping his fingers and immediately changing his fancy clothes to something more casual, a very pretty gray and green outfit. “I’m ready to go,” he grinned.

And so, it began. You left the house with him and went to get some food for your birthday while avoiding any members of the Avengers and casually talking. Going from one place to another took up most of your day and honestly, you couldn’t complain. Even if talking with him for hours wasn’t quite enough to cure you and you kept coughing up more flowers, he didn’t seem too bothered by it after some time and he seemed to open up to you more. You got to listen to him vent about his life in Asgard, about everything, and in return, he listened to you vent about how hard life with Hakanaki is. With, of course, some lighter conversations thrown in here and there.

Only at the very end of the day, he got somewhat quiet, making you assume that he was tired. And so, you went to the last place you were planning to visit that day, an ice cream parlor. There, you got all your favorite flavors and Loki settled on chocolate, and the two of you just sat down to talk. During the whole conversation, you had to cough up flowers only three or so times and if anyone stared at you, Loki would stare back at them and intimidate them into looking away, so it was all going great. In the end, when you were done eating and got up, so did Loki, ending up right in front of you. Immediately, you felt your cheeks heat up again.

“...[y/n], today was... quite pleasant. Thank you for spending it with me,” he said, smiling more shyly than ever before.

“Oh, no, thank you for coming here with me,” you answered. You couldn’t remember the last time you even got to go outside while coughing up flowers and thanks to him you did, and he made you feel somewhat normal again. Even if he didn’t love you, it was still something.

“I think I realized something today. ...Would you mind if I...” he said quietly and it seemed like he was blushing a bit? But before he bothered to finish, he already figured his own fillings out and made up his mind.

Before you could react, he put his hands on your shoulders and moved you closer to himself, tilting his head a bit and closing his eyes, only to finally pull you into a kiss. It was gentle, soft, and his lips still tasted like chocolate ice cream... might be your new favorite flavor now.

Your eyes widened at first, but your shock quickly disappeared when you kissed him back, not caring to wonder what was happening anymore, just enjoying him being here and the amazing feeling of relief washing over you. Slowly, you wrapped your hands around him and he did the same, only holding you closer and deepening the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his face was almost red and you could feel your cheeks burning, but you couldn’t care less. You took a deep breath and, to your surprise, it was far deeper than any breath you took throughout the last months. So clear, so refreshing, so... the flowers were gone! You looked at Loki, at the love of your life, and you could feel tears building up in your eyes while you let out a tiny chuckle. You felt so light, so free, so alive...

“I’m going to assume you enjoyed it?” he grinned, trying to play it off cool but still not able to stop himself from blushing. He probably wondered if he wasn’t going too fast with everything... You nodded slightly, still enjoying the sweet, sweet feeling of being able to breathe.

“I-It was-” you tried to answer, “Y-you love me back, I- I won’t die!” you gasped eventually. He looked at you, surprised.

“...I’m the one you loved?” he asked you eventually, too shocked to keep his cool face anymore. 

You nodded, taking a step towards him and wrapping your hands around him, you pulled him into another kiss. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Ever. You felt him smile against your lips and lean into the kiss more, clearly enjoying it as much as you did. With tears of relief rolling down your face, you didn’t want to ever let go. That was, until you’ve heard a weirdly familiar voice somewhere around, probably an Avenger or some other hero.

“Loki?!” they gasped, making you two pull away. The God just glanced at them before looking back at you.

“Happy Birthday, my Queen. Should we leave?” he asked, ignoring the enemy. With just a small nod of yours as an answer, he snapped his fingers and you were both gone. And so, your birthday wish ended up coming true...

#I used [y/n] bc I wasn't sure if it wouldn't be too weird if I just used the name Alex instead #But I hope that this was all still enjoyable! #loki #loki x reader #hakanaki disease #birthday gift #female!reader #Also this ended up having a little below 3k words and im just??? wow???

[maggyme13]

Sugar (Prolog)

AN: Just as threatened: Here is the Prolog to my SugarDaddy!Loki x Reader AU.

This story will include all different kinds of stuff that are inproriate for readers under 18.

NO MINORS ALLOWED

*Thoughts*

Warnings: Swearwords

Masterlist

Sugar-Masterlist

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„Come on Rose. I am moving in tomorrow!”, you groaned, not really enjoying the idea your best friend had.

“And it is my last day visiting you. Lets have some fun!”, your black haired friend laughed, handing you the next cocktail.

“Fiiiiine, but just for the protocol: I was against it!”, you laughed accepting the drink.

“Protocol signed, now drink!”, Rose laughed, chinking her glass to yours.

“Yeah yeah. Love you, too.”, you shook your head.

You were simply enjoying your night out with your best friend, when your eyes found an your known person: Leon, your boyfriend. And he was kissing with a blond girl you did not know.

WTF

“Rose, do you mind watching my drink for a second?”, you mumbled with your eyes cast on the one man you loved and had planned to move in with the next day.

“Sure, I will stay here.”, she smiled, thinking you wanted to go to the toilet or something.

“Thanks.”

Weaving your way through the dancing crowed towards your target.

“Leon? What is going on here?”, you asked him once you had reached him.

“Oh, (y/n). I kind of forgot to mention, but- I don´t like you anymore. This is Sarah (please insert other name here, if your name is Sarah- and let me know just out of curiosity), my new Girlfriend. Well, see ya when I see ya.”, and with that they disappeared into the mass of people; you to shocked to follow.

What the heck did just happen?

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It was late in the afternoon of the following day. You and Rose had left shortly after, you telling her you really weren´t feeling well; not wanting for her to feels sorry about you.

The shift at the diner you work at as a waitress was calm, and you had just served two tall and very trained guys (you assumed former military) their coffees and some pie at their table, when the door opened and three masked men entered guns in hand.

“HAND ME ALL THE MONEY OR I WILL SHOOT!”

Silence. Shocked silence. No one moved, except the robbers.

“WE SAID ALL THE MONEY!”, the first one shouted again and aimed his gun at you.

“Of-Of course, please give me a second. I just have to get behind the counter again.”, you quivered in fear and hurried back behind the counter. All the while stumbling over a chair and almost toppling over.

That would leave a bruise, but you did not care at that moment. You were more concerned about your safety and those of your guests.

“Then HURRY UP bitch.”, he sneered again, shoving you forward once you walked past him.

“Of course. Here- this is everything that is in the till at the moment.”, you told him, handing over the money of the last two hours that were in the till.

The rest of the money was already in the safe.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT´S NOT EVERYTHING!”, the burglar shouted in anger.

“It is. My boss took the money from the first shift already to the bank. I am sorry, this is all we have.”, you explained with fear in your voice.

“SHUT UP!”

Shutting up

“FUCK! Alright, Bitch, we leaving. Lucky day. But for our trouble, put those muffins in the bag as well.”, he ordered, only for the three of them to leave once their leader had the bag filled with money and food.

What the fuck just happened? This week sucks big time.

“Hay, you alright?”, one of the muscular men asked you, but his voice was far away and you could not understand what he said. You only saw his broad chest.

“Are you alright? Police are on their way, as well as EMTs. Hay, look at me- you did everything right.”, it was the other man and you finally looked up. The black man was smiling down on you with a reassuring smile.

You just wanted to answer, when the door opened and police entered. They at once started asking questions on what happened.

A young female officer was just interrogating you with an older gentleman, when your boss screeched into the diner.

“WHAT HAPPENED HERE? YOU INSOLENT STUPID GIRL! GET OUT! YOU ARE FIRED!”, she screamed at you. Not caring that you had been held on gunpoint or that the police stood right next to you.

“Bu-”

“I don´t give a flying fuck. Anyone who hands out our money is poison to this diner. Leave!”, she growled and you hung your head.

“Yes, Ma´m.”

“Good.”

At once, tears streamed down your face and sobbed. Now you were unemployed and homeless; with the last money spend to store your belongings inside a storing unit for two months.

The lease to your flat had out; you had planned to move in with your now ex boyfriend , but that went out of the window the evening prior and you had nothing.

With all questions answered, you were excused and free to go, you were left with the dilemma of where to stay with time being.

Maybe Monty and Bob got an idea.

With heavy eyes and tired bones, you made your way to the park that laid on your former way to work. Usually you would take leftovers, and gift them to the homeless living there.

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Bob and Monty had been kind enough to let you stay with them for the last week, though they kept stating that the street were no place for a young woman as you were. Not that you did not know that, but with no other choice, you had to.

The three of you were sitting at their usual spot, when you noticed two large men approach. They looked rather familiar from the distance and once they came closer, you noticed them to be the men from the incident.

Great. They will either be full of pity or assholes. Can they just pass?

“Good morning gentleman . What brings you to our humble place at the park? Is it because fo our lovely young friend here? She recently became single and yould do with a fine man that treats her right. Not to mention you two look like yu would be able to get her out of this awful place.”, Monty greeted them and you paled in shock and embarrassment.

“MONTY!”, you shrieked.

“He is right.  The night are getting colder, and these lads seem alright. Two old street guys know how to judge people. Trust us.”, Bob chimed in.

“BOB!”, you wanted to hide, “Maybe that is true. But it is none of their business. You don´t even know them. I am sorry. Please ignore what they said.”, the last part was directed at the two newcomers.

“Wait, does that mean you are living on the streets?”, the dark skinned man frowned and Monty answered for you.

“For a week  now. She lost her job and had no place to stay because of the dick that is her Ex.”

“We are sorry.”, the other piped up,” if we had done anything you might have been able to keep your job.”

“Still wouldn´t have a home.”, you mumbled.

“Well, now that this is settled. See you around (y/n) and don´t do anything we wouldn´t do.”, Monty called out and within a few seconds the two men were gone, leaving you with the strangers.

This is not happening right now, is it?

“Looks like you are stuck with us now. Come on, we are just on our way to grab some food and drinks. Name is Sam by the way.”, Sam grinned and you frowned.

“I don´t want your pity money.”

“It´s no pity money. I just want to treat a beautiful woman to some food and drinks.

“Then I want it even less. I am not here for your amusement.”

“That wasn´t my intention, I swear. You seem nice  and I like meeting new people. Maybe we can help you out.”, he sighted.

“You know someone who rents out rooms to homeless with no income?”, you dryly joked.

“Maybe, you will have to come with us to figure out.”, he grinned.

“I don´t want to go anywhere. I feel dirty.”, you mumbled, slightly ashamed of your current state.

“Then tell us what you want and we can sit down at some bench or something.”

“You won´t drop it, do you?”. You groaned

“Nope, and neither is Bucky over there.”, he answered.

“Fine. A hot chocolate would be nice.”

“Coming right up.”

The three of you sat back down on a park bench.

“About that room. It´s not like you asked, but, we have a few empty rooms you could crash in.”, Bucky suddenly stated.

“I don´t want pity.”, you flinched.

“Take it as help to get back on your feet. You can pay rent once you have a new job.”

“What about food?”

“Well, our Boss pays for everything. I don´t think that bit you eat won´t be noticed.”, Bucky tried to assure you with a shrug.

“Who says I can trust you?”, you squinted with a questioning gaze.

“You can call whoever you want and leave the address and our names with that person. And you can leave any second.”

Taking in a deep breath you thought for a moment.

“Thank you,”, you finally answered, “I – I appreciate it. But I will do something in return. Helping with the household or something.”

“Accepted. Come on, we will get a cab.”

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The car stopped in front of  a skyscraper and your eyes turned huge in awe.

“You live here? What are you working?”

“We are Bouncers. But our boss wants to have everyone important close, so he bought a few floors where we all life.”, Sam explained, holding the door open for you.

“You said it is your appartment. Don´t I need his permission as well?”, you panicked.

“Maybe. But he is on a business-trip at the moment. We will just ask him, once he is back.”, this time it was Bucky´s time to shrug.

“Hey, don´t worry. He won´t kick you out. Now let´s get up so you can settle in and take a shower and or bath. Sleep in a warm bed and eat stuff. “, Sam grunted reassuringly and nodded towards the entrance to the lobby.

What am I doing here? I don´t even know them. But better than dying on the streets I assume.

The Lobby was lavishing and you earned a few stares.

A hotel was also located in the tower.

“This elevator is just for the inhabitants and not the hotel guests. We will get you a keycard someday. Now let´s get up.”

“Thank you.”, you breathed and the doors closed.

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Angel On Fire - Ch. 9 - Her Longing

Warnings: Heartbreaks ; angst ; fluff ; fighting ; etc

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader ; Thorin Oakenshield X Reader ; Bucky X Reader X Thorin ; Marvel X Reader X Hobbit

(A/N) Since the previous chapter was short i decided to update two in a day. 

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As darkness falls the dwarves, Gandalf, and I wait for Bilbo to return from his scouting. I rub at my ribs as the pain slowly starts to fade. Thankfully Oin said none of them were broken and he gave me a salve to rub on my abdomen. It had been very helpful. I lean against a nearby tree and letting out a heavy sigh wish I would soak in a hot bath. My back stings at the contact of something hard against the sores left from the rope whippings.

I quickly turn back toward the rest of our company who are waiting for Bilbo. When Bilbo returns Dwalin asks him, “How close is the pack?”

“Too close. A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it.”

“Have the Wargs picked up our scent?”

“Not yet, but they will; we have another problem.”

“Did they see you? They saw you!” Gandalf says to Bilbo suddenly worried.

“No, that's not it.”

Gandalf smiles and turns to the rest of us as he says, “What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material.”

The dwarves chuckle loudly in appreciation of Bilbo. Bilbo looks exasperated that no one is hearing him out and suddenly hollers, “Will you listen- Will you just listen? I'm trying to tell you there is something else out there.”

I furrow my brow as I move closer to the company.

“What form did it take? Like a bear?” Gandalf asks and Bilbo looks at him surprised as he says, “Ye...Y- yes. But bigger, much bigger.”

Bofur turns to Gandalf as he says, “You knew about this beast?”

Gandalf turns and walks a few steps away.

“I say we double back.” Bofur says turning back to the rest of us.

“And be run down by a pack of Orcs.” Thorin says as he shakes his head.

Gandalf suddenly turns back to us and says, “There is a house, it’s not far from here, where we might take refuge.”

Thorin raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he says, “Whose house? Are they friend or foe?”

“Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us.” Gandalf says making the dwarves look at each other in dismay.

“What choice do we have?” I say right as a roar splits the night behind us.

“None.” Gandalf replies.

And once again we are running. Running across plains and streams until suddenly an ear-splitting roar sounds nearby making us stop.

“This way, quickly!” Gandalf calls out causing the dwarves to panic. Bombur looks on in shock until I grab him and pull him along after us.

As we exit the forest, we spy a house surrounded by a hedge in the middle of a plain. “To the house! Run!” Gandalf says we run across the plain; Bombur, the fattest dwarf, outruns all the rest of us in his fear. I would have laughed at his sudden swiftness, but the sound of roars draws closer.

They run through a gate in the hedge. “Come on, get inside!” Gandalf cries as he stops and waits for us all to make it through the hedge. We run to the front door of the house; it is closed. Bombur, who reaches the door first, throws himself against it but falls flat on his back when the door doesn’t budge. The rest of us catch up and begin throwing ourselves against the door, trying to open it. I look back as a massive bear breaks out from the edge of the forest and runs toward us.

“Open the door!” Gandalf cries and I turn to see it rushing toward us causing me to freeze in my stance.

“Quickly!” I hear Thorin cry out as he pushes through the dwarves pressed against the door, manages to raise the exterior bolt, opening the doors. The dwarves bolt inside, and I feel someone jerk me inside the house as they try to slam the door shut, but the bear has already gotten its head in the door. As the bear roars and tries to push the door open, the dwarves yell and strain to close it. Bilbo pulls out his sword and points it unsteadily at the bear. Gandalf looks on in apparent amusement. The dwarves yell as they press against the door.

“Come on, lads!” Dwalin says and I am instantly pulled from my fear. I run back to the door and along with the dwarves give it a final heave, managing to close the door and drop the bolt across it. We all sigh in shock, fear, and tiredness.

“What is that?” Ori asks as I stare at the door.

“That...is our host.” Gandalf says and I instantly feel my head jerk toward him in bewilderment.

“His name is Beorn, and he is a skin-changer.” Gandalf says and I look over to see Oin check his hearing trumpet to make sure he has heard Gandalf correctly. “Sometimes he’s a huge black bear; sometimes he’s a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overly fond of dwarves.”

The dwarves look at each other in dismay. Ori peaks out a crack in the door and after a few seconds he says, “He’s leaving!” Dori pulls him away from the door as he says, “Come away from there! It’s not natural, none of it. It’s obvious: he’s under some dark spell.”

“Don’t be a fool; he’s under no enchantment but his own. Alright now, get some sleep, all of you. You’ll be safe here tonight.” Gandalf says causing the dwarves to start spreading out through the house. I stare at the door for a moment before I turn to look at the contents of the house. I walk over to an empty space near a window and smile as I look out over the night sky. Even though we were being stalked by Orcs and hiding from a host who may or may not kill us I felt safe.

I look from the window back to the room to see a little alcove that if I placed a blanket in just the right place, I would have a little privacy. Glancing around I find one sitting on the table and grabbing it make a beeline for the alcove. Reaching it I toss the blanket up over a beam and pulling part of it down I block off the view from the rest of the room. Once I am sure no one can see me I pull off my jacket and set it to the side. Next, I remove my shirt so that I could use my cell phone hologram to see the extent of my back’s wounds.

Placing my phone behind me I prop it up against the wall so that it will take a detailed clip of wounds. I turn slowly allowing the phone to take its video before I turn back to it. Sliding my fingers around it, I pull up the video and wince as I see the bruised lines covering my back. It was worse than I thought. There was no way I was going to be able to lay on my back and sleep.

“Well shit.” I say aloud as my hands fall into my lap.

Glancing up at the ceiling my mind is suddenly taken back to the last time I had injured my back bad enough that I couldn’t lay down. Closing my eyes, I picture that moment in my mind and smile as it plays out.

“Show me your back.” Bucky says as he pulls me into a corner after a mission.

“What? No,” I reply pulling my arm from his grasp as I go to walk away.

“(Name), I know you’re hurt. Either you show me your back, or I’m gonna drag your pretty ass to the med bay.”

“I’d like to see you try.” I entice making a smirk fills his lips.

“Don’t test me doll, show me your back.” He replies his face turning serious.

“Buck, can we just drop it? If I go to med bay, they’re gonna tell Thor I’m hurt, and he’ll freak out.”

“Then let me take care of you. Please?” He asks and I let out a heavy sigh and nod as I turn around so he can lift the back of my shirt up. When he does, I hear him wince and I roll my eyes. “Okay, first, I’m gonna need you in my room.” I turn back to him with a raised eyebrow and he glares at me. “Not for that pervert. I want to put some medicine on your back.”

“And you won’t say anything to anyone?”

“I promise,” he says leaning forward to gently place a kiss on my lips. “Now hurry up, I’ll be there after I hit the med bay.”

My eyes open as I feel a tear fall down my cheek. Clearing my throat, I reach for my phone and even though it’ll only make me sadder I open my gallery. I tap through the pictures until I find a video of Thor, Loki, and I from my most recent birthday party.

“This is stupid Thor; I don’t need to do this.” I call out as my brother sits a cake down in front of me.

“How is celebrating our baby sister’s birthday stupid?” Loki asks from behind the camera and I chuckle.

“Because I don’t even know when my actual birthday is.” I answer.

“That matters not. We are going to celebrate this like true Midgardians.” Loki replies making Thor smile brightly.

“Exactly. Now little sister, come, blow out your candles.” Thor exclaims causing me to roll my eyes.

As they set the obviously handmade cake in front of me a chuckle escapes my lips. I take a second and make a wish before I blow out all my candles. My brothers laugh as they start to wish me happy birthday. Then Loki takes the phone and turning it towards the three of us he takes a picture.

As the video stops, I am left with that picture floating as a hologram in front of me causing tears to fill my eyes. I missed my idiot brothers. I missed how overbearing and protective they were and constantly being surrounded by little groups of brothers in the dwarves made the longing worse. Pulling my knees up to my chest I stare at the picture. They were looking for me, right? Knowing them, they’d never give up until they found me.

Letting out a heavy sigh I reach for my shirt and after slipping it over my shoulders I reach out and turn off my phone. I lean my side against the wall and propping my head up I try my best to get some sleep. “Goodnight brothers.”

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