#President Loki x Female Reader

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no resistance [kinktober 2023: fingering]

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Summary: President Loki fires his assistant for booking an interview gone horribly sideways and hires you in her place.

Pairing: President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k [prepare drinkies and snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, be gone. i won't ask again); fingering; dirty talk; most likely inaccurate depictions of what a day in the White House looks like; improper use of the Oval Office desk; a handful of cuss words [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: power dynamic (she's his assistant); mentions of Natasha, Bucky, Morgan, and Steve if you squint; bit of a makeover trope towards the middle of the story; Reader is mid to late 20s

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "He worked his hand back under" and ends at "When he pulled his digits"

"I uhh…I think that's all the questions I have for this interview. Thank you so much for your time, President Loki, and I wish you the best of luck with your re-election campaign."

The journalist, if she could even be called that, fidgeted the slightest in her seat, her discomfort evident from both the motion and the expression on her face. As if she knew that the god-president was now quite cross with her, and much deservedly so.

As if she knew she spoke out of turn in this interview that was so graciously granted to her.

"My security will see you off the premises. Good day, madam."

He exited the room with a slight swish of his coattails, striding down the halls with a fury now directed at his assistant rather than the would-be journalist. Once the offending individual had been located, there was a meek, fearful look on her face as well.

"Boss," her voice wavered. "Your forehead vein's making an appearance again…"

"Clear your desk. Today is your final day on my team." His voice rang out and echoed all over the floor of the campaign headquarters, most of the staff raising their heads and peering from awkward angles to have a view of the commotion.

"But Boss, you said you wanted to connect with the younger adult audience and capture their votes. Miss Lewis has an audience right smack in that demographic, her videos get millions of views, I don't understand--" She let out a frustrated huff. "An interview with her could secure you a good few million votes in your re-election. From fresh voters who've just registered and are undecided. She could bridge the gap that makes you seem so unrelatable with the digital age--"

"That woman that should never dare call herself a journalist asked me to confirm the measurements of my phallus because it appears that that is the dominating question her audience had for me," he snapped, rendering the former assistant quiet.

"I--I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know--"

"No. No you did not. It is clear that you did not do ample research on how this Miss Lewis conducted her behavior and what type of a strategy she would likely use to bridge this so called gap of relatability. I have let a good few shortcomings of yours slide since the beginning of this campaign season in hopes that you simply needed to find your footing. But time is running short and frankly so is my patience. I no longer have leniency to spare for incompetence, especially from people that work too closely with me. Pack your belongings, I expect you out within the hour. Security will triple check for any information you may try to smuggle out of the premises, so I suggest you do not even attempt it."

She let out a sound of utter disbelief. "And how exactly do you expect to replace me on such short notice? The press will see when I'm not in your entourage at the briefing tomorrow morning."

"I assure you, it will not be such an impossible feat to replace the likes of you. Now if I were in your shoes, I'd hasten my movements. The hour will tick by before you know it."

Members of Loki's security kept a close watch on her to ensure that she only vacated her desk of her personal belongings. Checking every item she placed into her purse if there were scribbled secrets or supporters' contact information that might give the opposition some sort of an advantage over him.

Once they were positive that there was nothing she held on her person that could even remotely sabotage his re-election campaign, he had her escorted out of the building.

Now on to finding his new assistant. Preferably someone with a sensible enough head on their shoulders that they would at least do a rudimentary background check on who would be conducting the interview before writing them a gate pass and allowing them into such a private space.

Loki took a glance at the small pile of papers that his former assistant left behind. One had numerous strikethroughs and comments scratched on so harshly there were indents on the paper from whoever was wielding the bright fuchsia-inked pen.

Boring as all fuck, this isn't the aesthetic that we're going for. Try again, Y/N, the feedback read. The suggestion held the name of a creator whose content focused on documentaries centered on powerful individuals that have leveraged their platform in a negative manner. That perhaps this journalist could interview him and ask questions that touched on his past before he arrived on Earth and even some of the myths that surrounded his time on Asgard.

The president snapped his fingers at the nearest staff member, beckoning him over with an impatient flick of his fingers. "Which one of your colleagues is Y/N? Point her out to me."

The staff member raised a shaking hand, pointing in the direction of your desk. "O-Over there, Mi--Mister President, Sir," he stammered, mentioning your full name before Loki motioned for him to return to his seat. He took a good look at you, phone clipped between your ear and shoulder while you wrote something down on paper, the concentration written all over your face as you proceeded with your work.

"Yes I'll be sure to keep your contact information on file and forward your request for interview. You'll hear from us soon about schedules and logistics," you told the other person on the line with a smile stretched across your face that was so obviously strained, he could imagine your cheeks were beginning to smart from holding it.

He watched you work for a few more moments, your side of the conversation giving enough away for him to figure out you were speaking with a representative from Stark Industries. Something about a partnership to provide free sustainable energy to the impoverished communities throughout the country.

"We're very much looking forward to speaking with you in more detail about your proposals, Miss Stark. Thank you so so much for taking the time to answer my call, we'll be in touch soon." You took your little pencil and used it to twist your hair out of your face, your strained smile finally dropping. "Sorry I probably won't be able to call though because the president's PA is a complete ditz that'll reject my request because it doesn't go with the aesthetic," you grumbled, imitating his former assistant's tone toward the end and bringing an amused smile to the god's face.

"Miss Y/L/N," he called out to you, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Despite it, however, the sound of his voice still caused you to start in your seat.

Your expression morphed into a grimace, sucking in air between your teeth, looking defeated. "Good afternoon, Sir," you spoke, your words shaking with obvious fear. "You…heard me mocking your assistant, I apologize nobody was meant to hear that. I'll uhm…I'll clear my desk, it was an honor getting to work--"

"Hold on a moment there, darling, you're not in any trouble." He approached you with his hands held out and open in an attempt to tell you you had nothing to fear. "It was…quite an accurate depiction, if we're being honest. Hardly a mockery. I've erm…I've actually come here to speak with you about some of the interview requests you'd sent in prior to today."

He held up some of the scraps of paper in his hand, each of them containing your handwriting and his previous assistant's caustic feedback in the obnoxious fuchsia ink she insisted on using. "They were all rejected," you offered lamely, grimacing again as you squirmed in your seat.

"They're also quite clever. Intelligent, even." Your head snapped up at the compliment, a mixture of shock and satisfaction on your face as you looked at him. Your grimace had given way to a tiny endearing smile, a tinge of pink now in your cheeks. "Had my itinerary been comprised of these instead, today might have turned out to be more productive."

Your eyes widened to the point he worried they might pop out of your head. "The Lewis interview pushed through today?" He nodded once, a look of pity now painting your features. "I am so terribly sorry I sent over my research on her content but--"

"My former assistant likely shredded your findings," he finished, sitting slightly at the edge of your desk. "It's alright, Y/N, I don't hold you responsible for any of today's shortcomings. I see the efforts you've taken to enrich this campaign. Shamefully quite late, but I see them now. Hopefully moving forward we could work together to correct your predecessor's oversights."

"Wait, hold on…former assistant? Predecessor? Sir what--"

"I'd like to offer you a promotion of sorts. I'm in need of a new assistant, seeing as I fired the last one today for organizing an interview so brazenly invasive I might as well have taken the meeting completely nude."

"Well I'm sure Ms Lewis' audience would've loved that--" You stopped your words short, looking as if you'd bit your tongue. "Sorry I shouldn't have--"

"I'm sure they would have," he chuckled, leaning in the slightest to get a better look at you, finding himself surprisingly looking forward to what the next few days would bring, seeing your face more often as well as the potential of a better workflow considering that you seemed to be more focused on substance over appearance. "Take the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with the new workflow, as well as my itinerary. I'll defer to your judgment to rearrange or outright cancel any upcoming interviews as you see fit. I'll meet with you a half-hour before breakfast for a debrief on any changes you've decided on."

He barely gave you any time to nod your head in agreement before he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

"I look forward to working with you, Y/N."

Your first few days working for President Loki had passed in a blur, working tirelessly to rearrange his schedule and maintaining a correspondence with the content creators that your predecessor had arranged interviews for. Spinning tales of how hectic the president's schedule had become on such short notice and therefore their appointments with him would have to be rescheduled at a later date.

A later date that probably would never come, considering that most if not all of the planned interviews conducted their business similarly to the one that effectively got his former assistant fired within the hour. You made a small note in your own binder that perhaps when he'd secured his re-election, they could be granted access among the crowd of reporters during larger press conferences.

"Maybe if you're among hoards of other reporters, you can keep your thirst in check and actually act like respective, decent human beings. Not asking about dick measurements like you're asking about the weather today. Thirsty idiots…" you grumbled, writing another name into the list.

"If that list gets any longer, you may need to have a rotation schedule, sweetling." You jumped at the sound of the president's voice coming from so close behind you, peering over your shoulder to find that he stood near enough that you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are these all the ones you'd rescheduled from the prior calendar?"

You mutely nodded, swallowing your nerves before speaking. "All the ones so far," you clarified, clicking away at your computer to show him the packed and borderline overbooked schedule that was formerly planned for him. "I made sure to go for the ones planned in the next few weeks first so that they at least have enough time to reallocate their time somewhat. There's about six more weeks worth to sort out."

"Excellent work," he told you, his voice even closer to your ear now that he was leaning over your shoulder to peer at the schedule on your monitor. "And what does my schedule look like for today, Y/N?"

You clicked to this week's view, taking a cursory look at the calendar. "After the press briefing, you have a lunch meeting with the Department of Defense along with one of the directors of R & B Weaponries, a Mr Barnes, to discuss about a new ammo supplier for the Navy forces and your own personal security detail."

He nodded along with your summary, the citrusy leathery scent of him wafting into your space and making you a touch dizzy from his onslaught of your senses. You just had to smell immaculate on top of looking like sex on legs, you hissed inwardly, biting down hard at the inside of your lip to keep you from saying a word aloud.

"And will you be joining me in this luncheon?"

Your eyes widened at his question. Of course you wouldn't be. The information to be divulged in such meetings should be something heard only by the president or those he deems closest to him. You were his assistant, nothing more. All you needed to know were names, dates, and overall points of discussion.

"I uhm…no. I don't--I don't believe I will be," you stammered, your breath hitching when he turned his head to look at you and suddenly you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Personal assistants aren't usually included in the guest list for these events," you offered in a lame attempt at explaining a question he didn't even ask.

"You are now. We'll leave at a quarter to noon." He began to walk out of the office, only halting to look at you over his shoulder when you let out a tiny squeak like you were about to protest. "Are you opposed to this new arrangement, sweet mortal?"

"Uhh--" You took a breath, composing yourself. "No, Sir. I'll call the restaurant to update the head count."

President Loki smirked at you, jerking his head toward the door. "Excellent. Now we should get going. I believe the briefing will commence in a few moments."

While you were on your way to the briefing room, you sent a haphazard text to a stylist friend, a Hail Mary to hopefully get you looking somewhat presentable.

Tasha, massive SOS. I need an outfit to not look like a total clown show next to the President for a lunch thing.

You followed a few steps behind the president, taking a quick look at your watch when you got notified of a reply from your friend, Natasha Romanoff. Is "lunch thing" your way of downplaying "date"? He finally made his move on you after making googly eyes at you all week long?

Her text had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you stepped into the briefing room, cameras at the ready and reporters sitting straight and alert, waiting to pounce with their questions once President Loki was situated at his podium.

The hour went on mostly without a hitch, you taking your notes on near everything he'd mentioned in response to the reporters' queries. While your boss was speaking with a few people from Press Relations, your ears perked up at some small talk between two reporters, one of them having a few biting words to say about you.

"I mean at least his last assistant had some sense of fashion. I never thought I'd miss Little Miss looks like she got hired from the red light district, but at least she didn't look like some frumpy ass college student who just rolled out of bed. Honestly she's dragging the whole look down and that's saying so much because Mr President can make anything look hot."

"Except her, apparently," the other reporter shot back in a snippy tone. "Guarantee you he just hired her so that he has less of a distraction in the workplace. She's the kind people look at and they're doing the opposite of mentally undressing her."

"Mentally putting a paper bag over her head," the first reporter capped off with a witchy cackle.

You felt your fury bubbling just under the surface, wanting nothing more than to march over there and give them a piece of your mind for being so catty at someone that they didn't even know. To drag them over their impractical shoes that made their legs wobble if they so much as tried to stand straight or their two sizes too small shirts that had buttons fighting for their life trying to keep their tits covered.

Instead of doing any of that, however, you pulled out your phone to text Tasha. Firstly, no it's not a "date", when are you gonna drop that tin foil hat of yours. And secondly, scratch what I said earlier. You've wanted to give me a makeover since college? Now's your chance, Babes. Gimme the works.

You sidled past the president and his current company, asking one of your closer acquaintances from the staff to accompany him to any impromptu meetings until the lunch meeting later and to inform your boss that you had to attend to a personal matter, but that you would be back before he left for the restaurant.

As the clock kept on ticking closer half past noon, Loki could feel himself getting antsy waiting for your return. He'd noticed how jittery you seemed when you passed him on your way out of the press briefing, and the staff member you'd sent to keep him apprised in your stead gave no satisfactory explanation on what caused you to step out so abruptly.

"Where are you, Y/N…" he grumbled into the empty office, looking on at your desk that he'd moved inside so that calling on you would require less effort. Instead of stepping outside or phoning you, he'd simply have to call your name from wherever he was and you were already there.

And if he was being completely honest with himself, he'd also done it so you would be closer to him and he would see you at all times throughout the day. He found your presence calmed him, the competence you'd more than proven to have over the last few days already easing his day to day.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone and call you to check if you were alright, he heard your voice outside his office, speaking with your reliever in a tone he likened to one that he heard back on Asgard. Whenever Frigga would correct him on any missteps he had throughout his magic lessons.

"I totally get how you can get lost finding the meeting rooms, it's a goddamn maze in here. But if you make any of them lose unnecessary time because of it, not everyone will come at you with understanding. Just make sure that it doesn't happen for next time. I'll draw you up a map for the rooms that are most frequently used. Study it, live it, breathe it. See if someone from security can accompany you while you familiarize yourself with the place, and don't stop until you can navigate the floor with your eyes closed."

"Yes, ma'am," your reliever confirmed, his tone audibly less jittery than when he was speaking with Loki. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Honestly getting you to be in charge of the rest of us might be one of the best things the President ever did. The one before you was so--"

"Harpy?" you finished with a chuckle, the lightness in your tone feeling like a soothing balm to the nerves Loki had had since he saw you exit the White House so hastily earlier this morning. "Remember when I tried to suggest that we should reach out to Greta Thunberg's team?"

He could almost hear the other man shudder from the other side of the door. "Gah, she nearly ripped your throat out that day. Something something not shippable and we need to get 'hot people'. Really lost the plot, that one. Anyways, I'll go work on memorizing that map. Thanks again, Boss."

"Yikes, don't call me that," you shot back, your voice growing closer to the door, prompting Loki to walk back to his desk before you stepped into the office. "That's just for our boss, no one else." Your footsteps sounded different; there was considerably more of a click in each step, and the slightest stumble to them as if you were re-familiarizing yourself with your own legs.

There was a bizarre feeling of the air becoming easier to breathe once he heard the door open. "There you are, darling. I hope your personal matter's been sorted out and you're ready to--" His words halted dead in their tracks once he turned around and got a good look at you, quickly surmising that the 'personal matter' was a complete overhaul of your appearance.

There was an ethereal glow to your face and your hair that had his hands twitching to reach out and touch you, and in place of the slightly oversized sweater and denim you'd worn this morning was a blazer designed to be worn as a dress, set in a shade of green that matched his waistcoat perfectly. To top it all off, the buckle that cinched at your waist as well as the heels that brought your height up by a few inches were set in a gold that matched the horned helmet atop his head.

You looked like the personification of his most far-fetched fantasies whenever he thought of what he wanted in someone that would stand by his side. A confidant. A partner. A lover, even.

Someone radiantly beautiful, brilliant, and completely unafraid to declare themself as his by adorning his colors.

"Too much?" you spoke up, jostling him out of his thoughts. "I-I mean if it is I still have a change of clothes in my bag I can--"

"No, no. It's not too much, little mortal. Not at all." Mentally he was stabbing himself for stumbling over his words so clumsily; he was normally so much more composed than this. "You look…ravishing." Your eyes lit up at his words, betraying the neutral expression you tried to maintain. "Come. We should head to the restaurant."

He offered out his hand to you, confusion plaguing him when the rhythm of his heart stumbled just as his words did once you'd placed your hand in his. He found you such an anomaly, looking at you with utmost curiosity, wondering how someone could simultaneously calm the chaos all around him and yet incite an entirely different type of chaos in his heart. Not to mention his loins.

"You know, darling, had we been in Asgard, your wearing of my colors could be interpreted as a declaration of your allegiance to me," he spoke once you were both situated in the back of the car. You nodded your head slowly, as if ruminating over what he'd just said. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"That makes sense," you answered, seeming as if you were thinking aloud. "Seeing as I am your assistant, people should see within seconds that I'm associated with you. The color thing's probably the most tasteful way of doing it rather than a t-shirt with your face printed on it…"

"May I ask you something…a touch more personal, Miss Y/L/N?"

"O-Of course," you stammered, your nodding a touch unsteady, fingers laced together tightly as if you were trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"What made you decide to work for me?"

You blinked rapidly for a moment, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the question, before composing your answer.

"All the people who held the position before you were horrid…evil men. All they cared about was finessing a kick back. Burying their constituents in debt. You stepped into office and…I was out of debt in less than half a year. My student loans were nowhere to be found. All because you prioritized our right to have an education. Of course I was going to try working on your re-election campaign."

Hearing you talk about his predecessors, describing them the way you did as if they were so starkly different from him, somehow didn't sit right with the god. "But darling, you do know that I, too, am what others would call a…horrid, evil man?"

You shook your head stubbornly, sitting up straighter as if you were about to deliver a lecture. "No. You're not. I've seen evil men. I've worked with them, I've--" The words caught in the back of your throat, making you clear your throat before pushing on. "I've suffered at the hands of evil men."

Your eyes met his, the sincerity in them knocking the air out of his lungs. Had he been up on his feet, he was sure that your next words would have knocked him down on his ass.

"I'm not looking at an evil man."

His next query escaped from his mouth so swiftly, he couldn't have stopped the words even if he wanted to. "Y/N, what prompted all this?" He made a motion from your hair to your feet. "Why the change?" You squirmed in your seat, as if holding the answer in was making you physically uncomfortable. "It's alright, darling, you can tell me."

There was a heaviness in your tone when you answered. Like you were holding back tears from just recounting the events. "This morning…in the briefing room. There were these reporters commenting on how I looked and how it kind of…cheapened the image. Your image. Ruined the aesthetic."

"What is it with these feeble-minded mortals and their absurd fascination about aesthetics?"

"I don't know," you blurted out. "But the thing is, Sir, I don't have to know. The only thing I have to understand is that there are people, voters, who assign a high value to the aesthetic of a candidate. And it won't sit right in my conscience if I have the knowledge that my appearance can jeopardize someone's decision to vote for you, and I do nothing about it. So…I called up a friend of mine and…told her to make me a new person. A pretty one."

You were already beautiful, he thought to himself. It mattered not how you presented yourself.

Before he could suppress the urge, he was reaching over to your side of the backseat, tucking a lock of your hair that fell loose, obstructing his view of your features. "You deserve so much better than this, sweet mortal," he said softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, his heart warming when he saw how you leaned into his touch. "You should be working for an honorable man. A decent man."

The next words to come out of your mouth had him just about ready to carve his heart out with his own dagger and serve it to you on a golden platter. "I am."

"Babes, noooooo," Tasha whined from her end of the video call. "Why are you putting your hair up? The whole fit goes better with your hair down."

You mumbled your answer as incoherently as you could, hoping she'd chalk it off to a bad connection as you fiddled with the half of your hair that was put up in a little gold claw clip.

"What was that, Babes? I didn't quite hear you."

Dammit. "Because he told me he likes it when my hair's not blocking my face, okay?" you answered her with an exaggerated sigh. "Now please tell me my makeup meets your standards because I really don't wanna explain that I lost motion in my right arm from blending my eyeshadow."

"Okay first, your makeup's fine. I'm so proud I'm about to quote that little red cartoon dragon. And second, I can't believe you had the audacity to tell me I had a tin foil hat on, I told you the first day you walked into that briefing room with him that that man couldn't stop himself from looking at you and looking like a heart-eyed emoji. Now you're telling me this? Babes, it's time you accept it. The President has it bad for you, and give it eight to ten months, and you're gonna become First Lady Y/N Laufeyson. In fact I'm so sure of it that 'if I'm wrong, I'll dye my hair puke green. Neon, glow in the dark, puke green."

You let out a frustrated sound that echoed throughout your apartment, stepping back from the phone and showing your friend your choice of clothing for the day, just like you had every morning for the last week. Today it was a dress with puff sleeves, a high neckline with a keyhole and ribbon bow detailing, and an a-line skirt. In President Loki's signature shade of green, of course.

"Looks great, Babes. He's gonna love it."

"Doesn't matter if he likes it, Tasha. The viewers just have to not think I'm ruining his look," you grumbled, stepping out of your phone camera's view to change into the dress.

"Mm hmm, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Have a good day at work. Try not to ride your boss until after office hours, okay?" You waved her off, ending the call and putting your phone on Silent before you headed off to the White House.

When you got to President Loki's office, he was sat at the edge of his table, hands resting on the lux hardwood surface, and legs spread.

The posture put those unfairly sensual muscular thighs on sluttish display, made worse by the way the fabric of his at least one size too tight slacks stretched and strained over his skin. You had to look away before you dared look closer because you could've sworn you also clocked some tenting between his legs.

"Good morning, sweet little mortal," he greeted you, his voice even more gravelly than usual. Your knees nearly buckled from its effect on you, already feeling the familiar pooling between your legs.

"Good morning, Sir," you answered, already feeling flushed, your breathing a bit deeper and causing an uncomfortable pinch from how bra was pinching against your breasts. "You're up early today…"

"I'm still up, darling. I couldn't sleep. Something was…plaguing my mind."

"Oh?"

He gave you a single nod before raising his hand forward, curling his fingers in a motion that had your feet moving of their own accord toward him. Had you not known any better it was like he cast a spell that summoned you to his side.

But you did know better. He didn't need to cast a spell.

"Closer," he breathed when you were standing two feet in front of him, flicking his gaze down at the space between his legs.

Your heart caught in your throat, your pulse thundering in your ears and pounding so hard you could swear you felt it even at the tips of your toes. Regardless, you obeyed, stepping closer until you stood less than a foot away from him.

"I want you to know you're free to tell me if you wish for me to stop." His words came out strained, like it hurt to say them. "I would never hold it against you. If you do not feel the same I can drop it and we can both simply pretend this never happened."

There's no way, you kept on stubbornly repeating to yourself. Even as he placed his sinfully large hands at your sides, bringing you even closer, so close that you could feel his breath warming your face.

Even as he reached up to remove the clip holding your hair up, weaving his fingers into your hair to hold you in place while his eyes roamed your features, constantly returning to stare at your lips.

The stubborn voice in the back of your head only got silenced once he closed the remaining distance between you, soft lips pressing against your own in a kiss so delicate it was like he thought you were made of porcelain and you would crack at even the slightest touch.

"You can stop me if you feel I've overstepped," he whispered, still close enough that the movement of his lips still faintly ghosted over your own. "I just simply couldn't go another day without telling you--"

You felt the slightest thrill up your spine at the surprised sound that caught in the back of his throat, when you cut him off by giving him a fleeting kiss of your own.

You barely registered the heavy sound of his helmet hitting the tabletop before he pulled you closer, one hand tugging lightly at your hair, the other roaming down your body and working its way under your dress. He grasped at your thigh, letting out a sinful moan when you parted your lips for him and your tongues met in a frantic tangle.

"Do you trust me?" he rasped, catching his breath. He let out a sharp exhale, sounding relieved when you simply nodded your head. He wrapped his hand around the inside of your knee, his other arm wrapping around your waist to lift you up to straddle his lap, knees resting on the edge of the tabletop.

The precarious position had you grasping at his shoulders, leaning into him to keep yourself from keeling over.

He splayed his hand across your back, holding you steady. "I have you, sweet girl." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, kissing his way down your neck until you let out a strangled moan once he'd reached a spot between your neck and shoulder.

You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. You slept in and you were still in your apartment and now you were about to be late for work. Yup, that was it. You tried to dig your nail into your palm, wincing at the sharp pinch you felt but nothing came of it.

"Agh--" Your nail broke skin, a tiny spot of blood blooming on your palm.

"Darling Y/N, what in the Nine are you doing?" He wrapped his hand around your wrist, running his thumb across your palm, seeing the minuscule wound.

"This is a dream," you mumbled, more to yourself. "I have to wake up."

"Little mortal," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You think this a dream?" You whimpered at the smirk he gave you when you nodded. "So you've dreamed of this before? Of my kiss? My touch?"

Ah what the hell I'm dreaming anyway. "I have. Every night."

"Oh my sweet little mortal." He pressed a kiss to your palm, the pinprick wound suddenly nowhere to be found when he pulled away. "I can assure you…if this is a dream, it is one we share. The things I've wanted to do to you. With you. Now that I know you've wanted this, too, there is very little that can stop me from turning those dreams into reality."

He worked his hand back under your dress, between your legs, fingertips teasingly trailing up the inside of your thigh. He let out a staggering breath when he met the fabric of your panties, drenched with your arousal.

When you began to whimper from his fingers tracing along your slit he pulled you in for another kiss, effectively muffling your moans when he began to circle your clit over your panties. You started to roll your hips into his touch in response, your body already aching for more.

"So deliciously eager," he purred, kissing his way to your ear. "But I'll be needing you to stay alert, darling." You let out a little squeak when his hold tightened around your waist, keeping you from grinding your hips and chasing your own pleasure. "Now tell me what will be on my itinerary for today."

The softly growled order had your mind scrambling, thoughts that usually easily stitched together to form whatever answer he needed suddenly becoming disjointed and lost to the recesses of your consciousness. "Wait what?"

"I'm sure you understand my need for those under my employ to be mentally sharp as a tack. Regardless of my desire and affection for you, sweet mortal, you are still among those people." You arched your back, pressing your chest against his when he moved the fabric of your panties aside, sliding a single finger inside you and moving in long, languid strokes. "However now we could perhaps make our little morning discussions a touch more…interesting."

"You have the p-press briefing at eight and--Ohh fuck!" Your grip on his shoulders tightened when he inserted a second finger and curled them upwards, brushing against a spot that had you letting out the most obscene moan that filled his office.

"Such vulgar words from your lucious lips," he panted, stealing another kiss from you, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "Like watching an angel in the midst of corruption. On her pretty little knees for her god." He brushed against the spot with firmer strokes, making you wetter and turning you into a whimpering mess. "Keep going. What comes after the briefing?"

Your mind was spinning trying to recall. You mentally smacked yourself for struggling to remember when you'd just been committing the schedule to memory on your Uber ride here.

"U-Uhm…You have a pre--a prefatory meeting with Morgan Stark at 9:30 to dis--Fucking hell--To discuss free sustainable e-energy to lower class communities." You kept on frantically combing through your memories of your ride over here to recall the rest of the schedule.

"And what else, sweetheart?" He stilled his fingers while pressed on that same spot, lightly ghosting the pad of his thumb over your clit. "You're already doing so well. Finish it so we may move on to more…pleasurable…activities."

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat, the feel of him sucking lightly on the skin driving you near incoherent. "You--You have a meeting with R & B at three. To fi--" You threw your head back and let out a howling moan, his hand tightening on your back to keep you from falling over. "To finalize the contracts for the Department of Defense. And your security detail."

"Not just my security," he grunted, starting to stroke his fingers again. "Yours, too."

That was enough to break through your pleasure-induced haze by a fraction. "Hold on. What? Sir, I don't need--Ohh!" The rest of your words died with an obscene moan when he started flicking his fingers rapidly inside you.

"You're far too valuable for me to not allocate resources to ensure your safety when I can't protect you myself," he explained, peppering kisses across your collarbone. "Is that all for my day, sweet girl?"

"Y-Yes!" you whined, trying desperately to move your hips for even the tiniest bit more friction. "That's everything."

"Excellent." He moved his hand up to hold you by the back of your neck, letting out a sinful groan when he licked into your mouth. "And you'll be joining me in all of those, won't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I always want you with me," he murmured against your slips, letting out a moan of his own when he kissed you again, starting to move his fingers faster and pressing his thumb firmly on your clit. "Now come for me, my sweet mortal. My corrupted little angel. Make a mess on your god's fingers."

Your orgasm overtook you as the god moved his hand to your lower back, guiding your movements as you rode out your high, coating his fingers with your release. Your mind was a haze, the sound of his raspy utterances of your name barely hitting your ears. His chest heaved against yours, lips pressing soft kisses to the side of your face while your breathing evened out.

When he pulled his digits out of you, you let out a whiney groan, already feeling the loss of him. The sight of the god placing his fingers in his mouth, his sinfully dexterous tongue lapping up every drop of your juices from his skin, had you squirming in his lap all over again.

"More already?" he teased, pulling you in for another kiss. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. "What a beautifully insatiable little mortal you are. It's as if the Norns had made you just for me." His hands freely roamed your back while he kissed his way down your neck, sucking a bruise onto your collarbone. "I've indulged myself in such fantasies of claiming you on every surface of this office. Of every room in this house. I want to lay you down on my desk without a stitch of clothing on you and get drunk on the taste of you."

You could only respond with a faint whimper, images of what he'd described taking up all the space in the forefront of your mind. "Please…"

"I promise you we'll have all the time to make every single one of those debauched fantasies come to life, sweet girl." He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the table, softly chuckling against your lips when you started to pout at your feet hitting the ground. "But I want our first night together somewhere more intimate. A moment that shouldn't be rushed and stolen between meetings, held in secrecy in my office."

He held your chin delicately between his fingers, keeping you from looking away at him. The mere sight of the near fully blacked out eyes shining with sincerity and held back words was enough to have your knees buckling again.

"Later tonight," he continued. "When everyone's day is over, then our night can begin. I'll bring you to my private quarters and there…" He took a deep breath, a brilliant smile stretching across his face, a real one so starkly different from the practiced smirks he gave the public. "There I will make love to you."

He guided you to take a step back from him, your heart fluttering when he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before conjuring a majestic golden mirror into the room with a flick of his wrist. The image of you visibly disheveled, paired with the smeared lipstick marks all over President Loki's face, had you biting your lip trying to hold back a smile of your own.

You held the undone ribbon of your dress between your fingers. "And here I spent a good ten minutes on this trying to look all perfect," you told him playfully, a fit of giggles finally escaping you when he took the straps from your hands and used them to pull you to him once again, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

"Much as I appreciate the effort and having you look as if you'd gift-wrapped yourself just for me with this lovely little flourish, may I say that it matters not how you dress. You were already perfect the day I first saw you on the campaign floor."

"I was wearing a ratty old sweater from college," you shot back, finding it hard to breathe.

"The color of the sky on a stormy day." He brushed his nose against yours, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. "Turn around. Face the reflection."

When you faced the mirror again, he redid the ribbon exactly as it was when you left your apartment with a wave of his hand, kissing along the side of your face as he put your clip back in your hair.

"There you are, sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at the shell of your ear. "Not a hair out of place." Another wave of his hand and he, too, had returned to his state before you walked into the office. "I'd very much like for you to join me for breakfast."

You answered only with a nod, reaching for his hand.

As he led you down the halls toward the dining room, you sent Tasha a quick text.

About what you said earlier…fingers don't count, right?

A/N: It's finally done! The initial 5 stories goal of Kinktober 2023 are all up and I'm finally going back to writing the series I haphazardly dropped when I decided to write these pieces over a month ago. And I finally have a President Loki story in my little library of works 😳👀

I swear I didn't expect to write such a mega chonker for the first President Loki story but I got all kinds of carried away…so much so that there are scenes that I cut from the final draft that might become drabbles somewhere down the line.

For now though…back to the blorbos of 'one look & they'll know', 'relinquish the crown', 'the final Lady Sharpe', 'let me hear you', 'rules of conduct', 'feels like mine'…and some other not-so-secret projects 😳👀

Ohh…and that bit in the end where he pulls on the ribbons of her dress? This was fully the vibe:

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! ♥ Requests from @incurablyromanticsblog​ and six (!) anons. I had so many super short requests that wouldn’t have made a whole story on their own, so now… here we have a spicy-President!Loki-Bonnie-and-Clyde-like-but-somehow-also-fluffy-Valentine’s-story! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 4768 Warnings: succubus!Reader, smut, fluff, violence, poison, imprisonment, blood, starvation

Moaning in a satisfied manner, you rolled over, letting the warm morning sunlight warm your naked skin. The sheets shifted a little during your movement, revealing your bare back to the barely awake God of Mischief resting next to you on the enormous king-size bed his magic had conjured up.

You shivered when his long digits ghosted over your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Good morning, pet,” he purred, his mischievous smirk speeding up your heartbeat in an instant.

“Morning…”

“Are you hungry?” His left eyebrow rose a little, daring you to an answer. You smiled, your eyes falling back shut.

“I’m good, actually. Not many men keep me up all night, you see.”

Loki chuckled. “There are no men like me, I can assure you.”

You had been fucking like wild animals for the past few weeks now. The sexual tension had been growing ever since you two met and when the God of Mischief found out you were a succubus… he offered you to feed on him in exchange for pleasure. He was different from the other men—the men back home who didn’t treat you like more than a body to have sex with because you needed it to survive anyway—no. Loki saw you. He saw your desires, saw your will and your persistence to survive after you had confessed your life story to him.

That you had fled your home to not be married off into a harem. To not serve incubi and their mortals men-slaves as warm a warm body to keep their cocks warm. Loki must have been sent to you by fate. When he told you about the Tesseract—an ancient artefact powerful enough to send you to different dimensions—you were intrigued and he had proposed a deal.

Help him, become his ally, and in return, he would ensure the blue cube would send you wherever you wished. You scoffed into the soft pillow. When you’re on the run, it was easier to flee to another dimension altogether. They wouldn’t search for you or find you there.

There wasn’t much you knew about Loki aside from the fact he was an Asgardian God and a Frost Giant by birth. You had learned quickly enough his adoptive father had neglected him and that his brother, Thor, was irritable enough for him to curse his very existence even though part of him loved the God of Thunder.

Having sex with him started out as a means to an end—to help with the constant sexual itch lingering between you two, a distraction as you raided Midgard for the Tesseract like a modern Bonnie and Clyde, leaving nothing but chaos and havoc behind. But then, one innocent morning, when he had still been asleep peacefully and you’d watched his relaxed features, stroking his gorgeous cheekbones… you realised you had fallen for him. Loki was an outsider much like you. He was mischievous, intelligent and oh, he could be so deliciously evil if things didn’t go his way.

Just now, you had lied to him. You were hungry again already. But if you fed on him now, a quick fuck would likely turn into Loki chaining you to the bed and having his way with you until you could all but whimper his name, over and over again. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You had work to do. The Tesseract had last been located in a government facility here in New York—a place Loki was only too keen on keeping away from even though he had no intention of letting you know why.

“I will get dressed and head down to the facility, lurk about and spy a little. I’m sure I’ll find a security hole within an hour.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. We need the cube sooner rather than later.”

Loki frowned, propping himself up on his elbows when you stood. Stark naked, you tiptoed through the room in search of your clothes that were scattered all over the floor thanks to your uncontrolled passion last night.

You resisted the urge to jump back into bed and lick every single inch of his godly body. His naked upper body looked gorgeous in the sunlight shining through the open windows. You hadn’t bothered closing the curtains yesterday.

“You have barely slept, pet. It will take time to retrieve the Tesseract. You don’t know the Avengers like I do. They will do everything in their power to keep the cube out of harm’s way.”

“Why? What do they want with it?”

“Nothing, except for an undying power source for electricity and weapons. They have no interest in travelling through dimensions, even though I would argue SHIELD does indeed.”

“The Avengers… SHIELD… you speak in riddles, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “That shall be a story for another time.”

“You say that a lot, you know.”

Humming, he stood, revealing a delicious view of his behind before eventually turning around to face you again. You licked your lips, your eyes automatically travelling down to his length which had been inside of you only a few hours before.

“You need rest, pet. You will be of no help to me if you drop unconscious out of exhaustion sooner or later.”

“I’m fine, Loki. I’m not human either, remember?”

The God of Mischief lifted his chin, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones. Your eyes fluttered shut. You did love his gentle touches. In fact, now that you thought about it, Loki’s hands were on you constantly. It wasn’t just the body parts men usually found sexually attractive, though you had little grounds to complain about his palms exploring your breasts, buttocks and pussy whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, Loki’s knuckles brushed over your forearm, other times, he would rest his face on your bare stomach after a long day of causing just enough mischief for the guards and SHIELD agents to remain distracted and stressed. It was almost like… like he was touch-starved.

You had seen this god murder men who stood in his way, had seen him drive another insane with wit and manipulation but with you… with you he was as soft as the light touch of a feather sailing to the ground.

Standing on your toes, you brought your palms against his well-defined chest and kissed him hungrily. Your senses awakened as soon as you initiated the act of intimacy, your body more than ready to feed on the sexual energy seething inside of him.

No time, not now. You could still fuck him senseless tonight when you were both back in this mediocre hotel room Loki’s seidr had turned into a small palace. Perhaps, however, there was just enough time for you to suck him off in the shower, to sate your hunger just a little?

“I’m going to get washed,” you announced, reluctantly releasing his lips. “Care to join me?”

Loki’s grin was louder than any verbal yes could have possibly been.

-

If he truly loved you back, Loki was guarding the secret like the SHIELD agents were guarding the Tesseract. You decided to make your move the same night before you’d pass on from impatience. Perhaps it was ridiculous to hope that once the Infinity Stone was in your possession, Loki would take you with him wherever he went. Perhaps it was selfish, too and yet, the closer you stepped to the cube, the more you began to despise the very idea of parting ways with the cheeky God of Mischief.

The horrifying thought, ending up alone yet again and losing the man you had fallen in love with, kept you distracted. You had to rely on Loki once he opened a green, shimmering portal to the inside of the facility.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” he whispered into the utter darkness, allowing you to cling to his leather armour as you sneaked through the dark and empty hallways. The guards were positioned around the securely locked room containing a “confidential” object. You could feel it in your very bones. It must have been the Tesseract.

Loki nodded at you once you were close enough. You could barely make out his features but it was enough for a mute understanding. Kill everyone on sight because they will not hesitate to take your life either.

You had murdered many times in your life. It was necessity and raw survival instinct that had made you who you were—what were a few more deaths, now that your freedom was so close you could practically feel it?

Your senses were tingling, your breath shaky. It was then you heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps that did not belong to Loki or you. Bracing yourself for the fight, you clenched your fists, claws replacing your manicured fingernails. There were perks to being a succubus, after all—ripping your foes to shreds was one of them.

“Brother?”

The warm and deep voice, however, let you pause. Tilting your head, you glanced over to Loki whose lips had parted ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, lifting his chin proudly. One heartbeat passed, then another… and then someone turned on the lights.

You squinted in order for your eyes to get used to the sudden change of brightness. You spotted five people blocking your path, one of them you recognised as Loki’s brother himself, if only because he was carrying his beloved hammer. The others, you did not know but you were fairly certain it was the infamous Avengers Loki had warned you about.

“Thor… what an unpleasant surprise,” the God of Mischief mused. You remained silent. They were a bunch of awkward creatures indeed. One of them was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses even though it was night. Strapped to his back was a quiver filled with arrows you doubted only pierced through people’s skin. Another one was wrapped in a red and gold metal suit, with only his face showing through an open hatch. The redhead woman was pointing one of her guns at Loki and the average guy wearing glasses had put his hands in his pockets. The last one was wearing the most ridiculous superhero suit you had ever seen. You raised your eyebrows at them.

“Listen to reason, Loki. You don’t have to do this.”

“Do I not?” He chuckled. “I am not the Loki you fought here in this monstrosity of a city, Thor.”

“Why, because you got a new haircut, dipshit?” The man in the iron suit bellowed.

You, on the other hand, frowned. “Loki, what are you talking about?”

“So it is true then. We were warned about you. I should have listened,” Thor roared all the while the other’s gazes travelled over to you for a moment. “How did you escape the Void?”

“The Void? What’s the Void?” Loki ignored you completely, fomenting your anger.

“How did you know we were here?” he asked instead, possibly stalling. You were unsure what his plan was—but if the Avengers were as smart as he made them out to be, brute force would likely not suffice to beat them, not tonight.

“We had help—a lovely organisation calling itself the TVA. You might have heard of them, Loki. Rumour has it you’ve been causing them quite some trouble,” the man with the ridiculous blue eye mask and stripes and stars on his armour said.

Loki rolled his eyes. “The TVA was no more than a detour on my journey to glorious purpose. I write my own destiny and for that—I will need the Tesseract.”

“Over our dead bodies.”

“With pleasure.”

The redhead kept her gun pointed at Loki. Her expression did not let on a single emotion. “Agent Romanoff,” Loki chided, directing his attention towards her. “You know those bullets will not so much as scratch my skin.”

“I know. That’s why they’re drenched in poison. You might be a god… but she isn’t.” Her threat came too fast for you to react, for in the next moment, Romanoff had already pulled the trigger. The bullet hit you in the shoulder, knocking you back and against one of the metal pillars. You barely registered the pain of your back colliding with it, too great was the stinging and burning sensation of the foreign object in your flesh.

Loki attacked, daggers materialising in his hands. Any moment now, he would slaughter them where they stood—not for you, you weren’t naïve enough to think that—but in order to end this nonsense once and for all, to bring the Tesseract into your possession at last and then get the hell out of here. You’d survive. It wasn’t the first time you had been shot, although… although it was the first time the bullet had been poisoned. You were warm. No, you were hot. You were sweating. Dizzy, you sank to the floor, shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind. What… what kind of poison was that? How could it have such an effect on you, an immortal being?

“L-Loki… s-something’s wrong,” you choked out. Hoping he’d hear you, you covered your wound with your right hand, your dark-red blood—almost black—staining your palm. Your sight was too blurry to make out the details of the fight, couldn’t make out if Loki had the upper hand. What you did register was him flipping around, concerned… for you. The blow your involuntary distraction earned him sounded painful, lest it was Mjölnir knocking the God of Mischief to the ground. Still—his stunning blue eyes never left yours and they widened when he realised… when he realised… you gasped for air. You might actually die tonight if you didn’t feed soon to heal yourself. Whatever poison this was… the Avengers had been prepared for him, for you both. And they’d had help—possibly from this secret TVA organisation Loki seemed to know only all too well.

“Alright, stop! Stop!” he shouted. Panic was sizzling in his voice, an emotion you had never seen him display in all of your time together. In your delirious state, hope crawled up your guts. Hope that perhaps the God of Mischief did in fact reciprocate your romantic feelings for him. “I yield! I yield! Let me take her away, she needs to feed.”

Loki’s defeat was the last thing your ears were able to process before you succumbed to darkness and fell unconscious.

-

“Thor, listen to me! If you lock her up on her own and don’t provide her with sustenance, she will die.” Loki hurried to keep up with the God of Thunder. The handcuffs they had used on him had been forged on Asgard, blocking his magic and enough of his strength to keep him in check—for now.

“She is a succubus, Loki. Mother warned us about them when we were young. They lure you into their trap and before you know it, they suck the life out of you. It’s good riddance.”

“Brother, please. Let me into her cell then. Let me be with her.” Thor halted so suddenly that the God of Mischief almost bumped into him. It was obvious he was unfamiliar with such strong emotions from him but so was he. Loki had realised the very moment that bullet had hit you that he loved you, truly.

The sheer thought of losing you to death was unbearable, suffocating. For once in his life, he had an equal. Someone who understood his ways, someone who sided with him, someone who had chosen him over Thor. He dreaded what would happen once you would ask the inevitable question and find out who he truly was. But none of that mattered as long as you stayed alive.

-

When you came to, your surroundings had changed. Thick metal walls trapped you inside a cold and sterile room with a metal floor. Somebody had laid you down on a hospital-like bed but there was no blanket, no pillow.

Coughing, you attempted to sit up only to be greeted by a singeing pain tearing through your shoulder. The bullet. The poison. Loki. Loki!

Your eyes darted around the room but you were alone. Where was he? Was he alive? You would skin them alive if they had hurt him…

Terror rippled through you when the cell door was unlocked with a start—the amount of relief you felt when the man in question stepped into your view even overpowering the pain you were in for a moment. As soon as he had slipped inside, the door was pulled shut again—with the sound of the locking mechanism echoing through the small room yet again. Loki did not seem to care. He rushed towards you in an instant, worry evident on his handsome face.

“They will not let me stay with you for long.”

“You’re okay… I thought they… you’re okay…” you mumbled. Loki nodded. “What… What is wrong with you?” You failed to sound reproachful or threatening even though part of you knew the answer to your next question. “Why did you surrender?”

“You would have died had I carried on. I have seen death too many times than I can count, pet. I know what it looks like when it reaches for you. You need to feed. Now.” Loki would not allow any contradiction when he lifted you off the mattress as if you weighed nothing and sat you down on his lap. Green shimmering light surrounded his whole body for the fraction of a second, dancing on his naked skin as his armour melted off of his body, leaving nothing but the shoulder piece with his green cape, the arm pieces and his boots behind.

Arousal surged through you like liquid fire at the sight of him despite the growing weakness of your body.

“I will remove the bullet now. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”

You nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“One… two…” He did not wait until three before his magic ate through your flesh to pull out the foreign piece of metal in your body. Screaming, you bit down on the remaining bits of his armour, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly you saw stars blinking before your vision.

Whatever spell Loki used on you though eased the pain only the twinkling of an eye later. You sighed when it subsided, making way for the growing hunger in your core. Loki acted on your behalf. His magic took care of your leather trousers and underwear, leaving you naked from the waist down and leaving behind a faint tingling.

He had you ignited within a single heartbeat, heat pooling between your legs, your cunt getting ready to welcome a cock inside for you to feed. With a quiet moan, you ground against him when a tingly sensation spread all over your pussy, an aching reminder that you wanted him, needed him, now.

But you were too weak to even buck your hips up to let him impale you. Was he hard already? Was he… Releasing his shoulder plate at last, you swallowed to chase away the taste of leather and instead, buried your face in his neck. He was. Whether it was the fact you were a succubus and lured men into your bed for your own survival or the effect that you had on Loki, you did not know and now was not the time to ponder over it.

Your breathing hitched when he lifted you once more, this time carefully guiding you onto his awaiting length. Inch by inch, Loki slid inside of you, your wet walls gripping him eagerly. He kept you just high enough to thrust up into you slowly and intimately but changed positions when he realised that you couldn’t take the initiative.

“Am… too weak…” you uttered, your eyes threatening to fall shut yet again. With his cock still sheathed inside of you, he laid you back down on your back, positioning himself between your legs. His blue eyes never left your face when he started fucking you, his strokes more controlled and firmer this time.

It took you longer than usual to feel his energy flow into you like a gushing river, sizzling through your veins and pumping strength back into your body in tune with Loki pumping into your willing cunt. Normally, when you were fucking, your hunt for pleasure and completion had him rutting into you like a beast. Hair was pulled, flesh was bitten, skin was spanked. But this, right now… this was love-making. You did not have enough energy left to prepare your body for an orgasm this time and yet, it felt more intimate and more pleasurable than anything you had ever experienced with the God of Mischief.

“L-Loki…” you whispered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “Fill me… please… I need you… t-to cum… in me.”

The way he hovered above you like you were his most prized possession filled you with both pride and satisfaction and as Loki neared his climax, his arousal nearly overwhelmed you. Wave after wave of delicious energy filled you from head to toe, healing your wound and fighting the poison in your blood until you felt your strength returning to you.

You never realised you were moaning when Loki came with a grunt, burying himself as deep inside of you as he physically could. You could feel his member throbbing against you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Loki drew out his orgasm for as long as he could but instead of collapsing on top of you once you had fed, he wrapped his arms around your middle and rolled you both over so you came to rest on top of his naked and sweaty chest.

“Thank you…” You weren’t sure whether you muttered the words out loud. Only there was no time to rest yet, not even after escaping death. “Loki… who are the Avengers, really? Why are they your enemies and why did Thor ask you how you escaped a void? What was he talking about? You are keeping something from me and I don’t like it.”

The God of Mischief sighed—the sound was directly at your ear all the while you drew invisible circles on his exposed skin. He was still inside of you, filling you up, making you feel whole.

“You’re on the run too, aren’t you?” you muttered, inching up a little and leaning your forehead against his in the aftermath. “You’re wanted for murder, you… what did you do? Why did you never tell me?”

“Tell you what exactly? That I attempted to subjugate this very planet? That I manipulated thousands of humans to make me their president, their voice of prudence and wisdom? Or that I failed and was hunted down by brainwashed Variants with prune sticks?”

“I’m not sure what you thought was going to happen if I found out. If you assumed I would be disappointed you were no good and if you thought I’d leave if I knew or if… or if you thought I’d be disappointed you failed. Which one is it?”

Loki took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. A pause, heavy and suffocating. “The TVA—the Time Variance Authority—controls the multiverse. There used to be only one single timeline. The sacred timeline, they called it. Until there was not. One of my Variants killed the keeper of time to take revenge for her stolen life. Chaos was raging when the TVA found out about the dozens of timelines they could no longer control and annihilate. I’m assuming… they turned against each other, for when they ended up in the Void—it is a place without time, a place where every unwanted reality and their parts go once the TVA prunes them—my people turned against them and stole the one thing that could get us out of there.”

“They pruned you before,” you concluded. Another sigh.

“According to the TVA, a reality where a Loki rules Midgard must not exist. And the Void… the Void is a battle for your life with no way out.”

“I don’t care, Loki. What you did, what you were about to do, even what you’re doing now. I’m not exactly a saint either like the humans would say. I feed on men. I’ve killed to guarantee my own survival and…” you paused, hoping you would not go too far with what you intended to say next, “…and I would not hesitate for a second to be your queen if you did end up ruling Midgard as its king.”

“I must say I am relieved to hear that,” Loki responded with an audible smirk in his voice. “You are mine, pet. I will not allow you to leave my side. Do you trust me?”

You nodded, feeling his seidr tickling over your skin once more to put both your and his clothes back onto your bodies. You whined at the loss of him inside of you, even more so when he turned over yet again to stand.

“Wait here for my sign.”

“What, what sign?”

“You’ll see.” He disappeared with a wink, your lips parting. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three. You started pacing around the cell, not realising until a blue portal opened up right behind you that… Loki had it. He had the Tesseract. How…? Wait here for my sign.

You took a deep breath—and then jumped into the portal.

Loki caught you with ease. His smirk was so triumphant you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, wrapping your arms around him in relief. It instantly got colder here.

“How? How did you do it?”

“Thor. He might be strong but he can be quite dull. Removing my handcuffs was his first mistake. Remaining so persistent on not letting me roam free around the facility was his second. I realised soon enough the Tesseract was not where we had presumed it to be—there was something Thor did not want me to find out. And while I took care of my dying bride, one of my duplicates distracted my brother—another stole the Tesseract for me.”

Surely, it must have been more complicated than that and yet… all your mind could replay on repeat was bride.

“Bride?” you stressed. Loki’s smirk grew even wider but he did not elaborate.

“So where… where are we?”

“Jötunheim, for now. We’re near a friend of mine. She will give us shelter until we have planned our next steps.”

“Oh, will she now?” A woman stepped out of the shadows—she was beautiful, a sorceress without a doubt. Dressed in a long black dress complimenting her raven hair, she crossed her arms before her chest.

“Angrboda… it is good to see you.”

“You too, Trickster. Is there a particular reason for why you bring a succubus to my doorstep?”

Well, you could not blame her for her suspicion. If she took you in and away from the Jötun cold, you would be grateful. Loki introduced you to her quickly, your name rolling off his tongue so deliciously you felt to urge to pounce on him again already. Angrboda shook her head when he proceeded to summarise your situation and eventually nodded in defeat.

“Alright, then. Come inside. I have cherry ale that will warm you up.”

Angrboda’s space was nothing but an open cave, presumably warded through spells and other supernatural means of protection and you assumed that she shielded the parts of her home that she didn’t want you to see with equal measures. In the middle of the room, however, there was a cosy fireplace with dozens of furs spread around it to get comfortable.

“Sit by the fire. Drink, you two… lovebirds,” she said when two cups filled with a red liquid appeared next to the small bonfire. “Only you would manage to fall in love with a succubus, Loki Laufeyson.” She chuckled. “You see… Midgardians call this very day of the year Valentine’s Day. Did you get her chocolate, Trickster? And roses?”

“He saved my life today,” you responded for him.

Angrboda nodded. “Ah, I see. Well… I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the story then.” Giving you a knowing look before disappearing off to only the gods knew where, you smiled at Loki, inching closer to kiss him. Fireworks exploded within you as soon as your lips touched his, the gentle affection quickly turning into a heated fight of lips, teeth and tongue. Angrboda was right. This was only the beginning. Your beginning.

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A/N: Did that NSFW statue of Loki that I saw the other day inspire the smut scene? No. Maybe. Yes. Absolutely, 100%.

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[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-01-29

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite President!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ His Pet by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine President Loki capturing you, a TVA agent, in the void and keeping you as his pet..."

✑ Presidential Plaything by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine President Loki kidnapping you… in an attempt to lure [your Loki] into an ambush. But while he waits, he realises that a Midgardian such as yourself could be a rather interesting plaything..."

✑ Two Sides of a Coin by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "It's all fun and games, until you touch what belongs to the wrong person."

✑ What Do You Say, Love? by lokiodinsonofasgard000 • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "[You] and Loki had always had this sexual tension between one another... Of course something was bound to happen with all the tension they built up over the years of constant back and fourths."

✑ What's His by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine President Loki showing everyone who you belong to after he notices the other Variants looking at you longingly..."

✑ Yes Mr. President by strangerquinns • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Being a part of President Loki's re-election campaign, you never thought you'd get the [chance] to be with him in his office. Alone."

✑ First Son, the by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Greatest Treasure by autumn-hiraeth • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Hiding Mr. President by imagines-nerd • 〔F〕 •

✑ Love Bite by laufeyamp • 〔F〕 • ♡ •

✑ Mercy by lokisprettygirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

✑ Mister President by dragon-kazansky • 〔F〕 •

✑ Play Time by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Smug by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stay Where You Are by dragon-kazansky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Who's the Girl? by autumn-hiraeth • 〔F〕 •

✑ S.F.W. Alphabet… by laufeyamp • 〔F〕 • ♡ •

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[lokisbirdofhermes]

You are an incredibly successful campaign manager who is approached by the God of Mischief himself--Loki. Loki has been banished from Asgard for sabotaging Thor's coronation and has been living on Midgard for three years. He wants to run for president and he wants your help to get him there. You're not remotely interested until Loki offers you a spot in the Asgardian court if you say yes. It's an offer you just can't refuse, so you get ready to accompany the trickster Norse god on the road to the White House. Loki/Black Female Reader AU.

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Sit. Still.

PAIRING | president loki x reader 

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cockwarming, sir kink, nickname (puppy, pet), praise kink, begging, desk sex, a glimpse of aftercare?

Some might think, hm I've read this before, that's because I deleted that fic from my main-blog (@marvelfanfics1) and turned it into a sfw blog ;)

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President Loki had you seated on his lap, with his cock stuffed inside your pussy for full 2 hours now, not letting you move at all.

You had been needy all day, wearing the shortest skirt, 'accidently' spilling water over your white dress shirt, and touching him every chance you got just to spur him on.

"L-Loki, please! " you whined, trying to rock your hips to get some friction but his hands were tightly holding onto your hips, stopping you from doing so. 

"What? That's what you wanted, wasn't it puppy?" he asked trailing a finger up your side and over your chest, making you shiver and lean more into his touch but the sudden hand around your throat made you look directly into his eyes. "Sit. Fucking. Still." 

"Yes, sir," you choked out and he leaned forward to kiss from your collarbone up to your ear, nibbling on it and he smirked at the sounds you made.

"If you stop whining and help me go through the papers I didn't get to finish because of your neediness, I might let you cum," he whispered in your ear then leaned back in his chair again.

When you nodded he lifted you up from his cock, making you moan out loud, and turned you so you were with your back to him, lining his cock back at your entrance and slamming you down. 

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from whining while looking through those stupid papers, which were a lot, showing the president where he had to sign and asking him in which folder to put them.

Forty minutes later, you sighed and let yourself fall against his chest when you were finished. President Loki chuckled and kissed your neck, his hand going from your belly down to play with your in slick covered clit.

"You have been such a good girl for me, pet," he praised, making you moan out for him.

"Please, please, I just- just wanna cum," you begged, gasping when he stood up and bend you over his desk, his cock still buried deep inside you. 

"Cum as many times you please, my needy kitten," he said before starting to pound into you in a punishing pace.

"Oh, fuck-" you gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, with the other you were scratching over the wood when you felt your long desired release building up inside you.  

 Loki groaned when he felt you tighten around him and you didn't think was possible, he went even faster and harder to chase his own orgasm.

"I know you're close, pet. I can feel your needy cunt squeezing me," he moaned and grabbed some of your hair, pulling you back up to kiss you.

A few more thrusts and you came all over his cock, moaning loudly into the kiss with your legs trembling. You would've fallen right on the desk if Loki wasn't holding you in place.

He kept pounding until you felt him release inside you, after catching his breath he slowly slid out of you and you whimpered at the loss of him.

"You did so good, baby," he said and kissed your cheek, tugging himself back in his pants and picking you up. "Let's go and take a relaxing bath, would you like that?"

"Yes, please." You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.

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[lokischickadee]

Save you

Loki x female reader

Warnings- fluff, death mentioned. If there are anymore please let me know.

This will be a long one lol

Requests are open!

Mobius has to leave in the middle of Loki's interrogation but you step in.

"So you are my new interrogator," loki says, clearly annoyed

You laugh. "No im here to free you."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure and how exactly are you going to do that?" He leans forward, not looking patient any more.

Your eyes go black. "I am the daughter of Hades."

His eyes go wide and his jaw drops as he takes a slight step back. He looks at you nervously. "Had-Had-Hades!?"

Your eyes go back to normal. "Its ok! I won't harm you! I want to help you."

He lets out a shaky breath. "What do you want in return then?"

"Nothing," you reply.

"Lies!" He scoffs and looks you in your eyes. "Gods never do anything out of kindness. You expect me to believe that? From the daughter of the god of the underworld?"

"Im not cruel like that I assure you. I want nothing in return. How can i prove it to you?"

"I...I.. What do you know about me, hm? Tell me a secret," he gives you a half hearted smirk.

"You are a jotun, you were kidnapped as a baby, you blame yourself for your mother's death."

He flinches. "How-how'd you know that? That's a secret I told nobody."

"I know you loki," you respond.

He looks you up and down and smiles. "Well, it seems you do. So what's your plan, little one? What are we going to do?"

"Everyone in this place is dead," you say smiling.

He raises his eyebrow, smirks, and leans back in his chair. "Oh really? Everyone? Even Mobius?"

"Look outside."

He gives you a curious look, but he does as you say. He stands up and walks over to the window. His face goes white as he stands there, looking at the massacre. "What did you do?"

"I saved you."

He looks down at you scared. "Yes but this...the damage is irreversible. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"You weren't supposed to be here thats what wasn't supposed to happen. My father gave me permission. He has great respect for you."

He looks down at you, giving you an incredulous look. "Why? Why would he have respect for the son of Laufey, king of the frost giants?"

"It's all because of Odin."

He raises his eyebrow. "And why does he hate Odin? It's well known that the two are enemies but I don't know why."

You sigh. "Odin is a vile, evil and disgusting creature and my father has a special place waiting for him. But he has paradise waiting for you."

Loki blushes slightly "why me? Im not exactly a saint. Does he really?"

You smile. "Yes he does. Would you like to meet him?"

He looks at you and smiles. "I would love to meet him. Im honored that you are offering. Is there anything I can do in return?"

"All I ask is friendship." You smile.

"Of course! You've done so much for me and with no expectations of a return."

You smile excitedly. "We will be an unstoppable duo. What do you wish for most?"

Well freedom of course! But not just mine. I want the whole universe to be free....a universe without limits," he says with excitement in his eyes.

"Consider it done," you say while smiling.

His whole face lights up, as he laughs out of surprise and joy. "You're actually going to do it? You're going to give everyone freedom? Really, girl, you would make a wonderful Queen of the Underworld!"

You laugh. "Yeah I am next in line."

A spark of mischief in his eyes, he smiles. "Then why wait? Why not take your rightful place? You'd make the perfect Queen of the Underworld. You don't need to wait until your father passes his seat to you."

"I am wanting a king to rule at my side."

He looks at you with a lopsided smile. "Oh? And who would you choose for your king?"

You smirk. "I was thinking the god of mischief."

His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn bright pink and a small smile appears as he rubs the back of his neck. He seems flustered to have been chosen. "Really? You would pick me to be your king?"

You kneel to him. "Yes."

A look of shock crosses his face and it takes a moment to understand what's going on. When it finally sinks in, an enormous grin spreads across his face, and he pulls you up to your feet and grabs you in a tight hug. He looks at you with all the wonder and love a king could have for his Queen. "I'm honored to be your king! My Queen!"

You giggle. "Hold on to me and I will take us to our kingdom."

He holds on tightly and you teleport you two to the underworld's palace. He looks up at the palace in all its majesty and wonders. "My goodness...what a palace! Its such a palace fit for a Queen as magnificent and graceful as you. It really fits you my queen."

You smile and take his hand. "My father said he will give me the throne when i have found a king. Ihave found my king."

He looks touched and smiles at you. "I'll try my best to be a good king for you, my dear queen. You're perfect! You're you were born to rule."

"So were you my love."

He blushes, his face turning soft and warm pink. He smiles, a smile you haven't seen before. It wad a soft smile. You've never seen loki smile like this, with such warmth and kindness and love. "Do you truly believe so my queen?"

"I know so," you say before kissing him passionately.

He kisses you back, his heart filled with lovr and warmth. When he pulls away, he can't help but smile, a full-blown, happy smile. "I love you my queen and thank you. Thank you so much for choosing me."

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[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Hi there, lovely!

Could I possible get a Female Teen Reader (Reader is 16 maybe 17?) x President Loki HeadCannon?

I would LOVE a HeadCannon where the reader is Loki’s adopted daughter from his timeline, and what it would be like having President Loki as a Father! (would love if you included how things are BEFORE and AFTER they were pruned if possible!) ☺️❤️

President Loki as a Father

Reader: female | Platonic/fatherly- Loki

Type: headcannons

Note: You guys really love Marvel dads

Warnings:

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Well before he took you in you had a pretty crazy life. Typical on the run shit

When he met you it almost funny, he was hanging upside down in some rope.

"Heyya there sir. Just hangin around?"

God at first he hates you

But here comes bad guys and you kickin ass

That was his Que that a body gaurd may be helpful.

Like a body gaurd no one would expect type deal.

So he offers you a job

Sure why not? Not like You're really doing anything huge with your time anyways

It quick becomes more than just a body gaurd and employeer type relationship

The press actually thought you were his daughter at first

It was good for the press so you both set the bait.

People love presidents and kids, just one of those things

So now there you are walking in a matching pant suit, he even gave you a little head dress like his.

That was the first instance he actually looked at you as his daughter: as he was puting the golden horns on you, fixing you're hair around it

EW

UGH hes GROSSED OUT

KIDS!?

He won't admit it to anyone. ANYONE meaningfully about actually seeing you as a daughter

And instead of you being protective of him, like your job entils, he's standing infront of you instead

"What are you doing!?" Y/n argued.

"What am I doing!? What are you doing?!" He argued.

"Protecting you!" Y/n defended, "You know MY JOB?!"

oh-

His bad.

"Right but of course"

You find it extremely weird but do your job anyhow

Any cuts he's clean personally, being Extra careful with you as he dabs them with alcholol and wraps them.

Big dad energy

Invites you to fancy breakfast on the daily now: so much it becomes another day

Knows all your favorite foods, and makes sure there made daily for you.

Now you guys don't usually dont eat apart

Even if its just sitting on a floor as a snack after Press time.

You guys love sharing Animal Crackers

Kissing sounds if he sees you staring at a boy to tease you in all good fun.

When you meet the other lokis you were kinda shocked.

"Now which Loki are you?" The "main" Loki asked.

"Im not a Loki." Y/n told looking down at him.

"Odd. You are highly fashionable-"

"Aw thank you-"

President Loki getting upset? Oh absolutely you're his little girl

"Am I loki Material?" Y/n asked her Loki.

"Of course." He responded, "After all. The best is teaching you."

You liked your Loki alot more: speaking to other Loki's were just kinda off.

Still Alligator Loki? Superior to even your "Father Loki"

"Can I get a Pet when we go back!?"

"Yes. Sure whatever you want as long as it isnt that thing."

Ferret Loki? Now Achieved. You've got a ferret.

And it has little Loki horns too 🥺

Dad Daughter and Ferret Loki a go!

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[anonymousfiction211]

You just have to believe: 6

You just have to believe masterlist  

Dinner Accepting Loki’s proposition was the best decision Rachel had made in a while. He had given her a bedroom of her own, with a bathroom attached to it. His staff regularly checked up on her, making sure she got everything she needed. Her ankle was still healing, and the cut still hurt. Most of her days she spends watching series, reading a book or sleeping. It felt good to live in a home again, especially one which was as luxurious as that of Loki’s. She hadn’t seen much of him. He was busy with his campaign, often in meetings with his team. But he always ate dinner with her, just the two of them. In that time, they got to know each other pretty well, he even started to quiz her about things he had told her the previous day. It was weird in the beginning, but after a few dinners, he opened up more and it was more a conversation than a quiz. To Loki’s surprise, he tolerated her better than he thought he would have.

‘How is your ankle?’ Loki asked her.

‘Better, I can walk on it’ she answered.

‘Be careful, the doctor said you still need your crutches. I don’t want you to force anything. Just take your time and take good care of yourself’ he scolded her a little.

The cheeky smile at the end forced a blush on her cheeks. He winked at her and got back to his dinner. He wanted her back in good health as soon as possible and knew that humans tend to do more than they were capable off.

‘I actually wanted to ask you, if you are feeling up for it, we can plan our first date’ he said.

‘Yeah, totally. What did you and your team have in mind?’ she asked.

‘That is going to be a surprise’ he smiled.

When Rachel rolled her eyes, he laughed. ‘For one, the date will look more real if your reactions are genuine. But I’m not the God of Mischief for nothing, dear’

‘I was wondering about that actually...’ she said.

She stopped, thinking about how to best phrase her question. The last thing she wanted to do was to offend him. Loki popped up one of his eyebrows, clearly amused by the fact that she was getting a little bolder around him.

‘Your brother, we all know he is the God of Thunder and can control lightning. But I was wondering if you have any powers like that?’ she said.

‘You really haven’t followed the campaign, have you?’

‘I am homeless, remember?’ Rachel quipped back.

‘Fair enough’ he said. ‘I don’t have powers in the way Thor has. I am just blessed with a sharp mind and a silver tongue, which is excellent for causing some Mischief here and there’

‘Ah...’ she answered a little disappointed.

‘Not good enough for you?’ he teased her a little. Rachel stared in shock, thinking she had offended him. She started to ramble one apology after another, saying she didn’t mean it like that. Loki had to admit she was quite entertaining. ‘I may not have ‘powers’ as you think I would have. But I am running for president on a planet I wasn’t born on, in one of your most stubborn countries’ he smiled.

Rachel exhaled a little in relief that he wasn’t mad at her. ‘I guess you do’ she chuckled a little. That’s when she started to wonder, how he exactly was able to do that. She couldn’t think long about it, because Loki went on.

‘So, I want to take you out. There will be paparazzi in some places, who will snap some photos. We are going to pretend that we don’t see them, even if we do. And for the trick to get some attention I want to kiss you for the photos’ he said.

‘Oh, all right’ Rachel answered. Hoping she didn’t sound as nervous as she was. She was secretly looking forward to kissing him. How often do you get a chance to kiss a God? Would it be better than kissing humans? she wondered.

‘And there is one other thing’ Loki said. ‘If I have learned one thing, the truth always comes out. At the moment only two of my most trusted staff knows about our fake relationship. But I want everyone else to think it is for real. That’s why I want to ask you to move into my room. Nobody is allowed in that room, so you can have your own little space and a separate bed if you want. But I want this to look as real as possible’ He was already preparing multiple arguments in his head, because he didn’t think she would agree easily to this. It was quite a step.  

‘Do you snore?’ she asked to his surprise.

Loki just laughed ‘No, Gods don’t snore’

‘Then I’m fine with that’ that’s when Loki knew, she was too trusting for her own good.

The rest of dinner went as usual. Just talking about each other’s life. When dinner was over, Rachel got up and decided she would help clean the table. But Loki had already scolded her for it. She shouldn’t walk without her crutches, and he wasn’t happy that her crutches were upstairs and not nearby. To her surprise he lifted her up and carried her back to her own room, where her crutches were. He did notice the blush that crept on her face, when he carried her up the stairs. Loki had to smile a little to himself. She was almost perfect for the role he needed her to play.

The only downside was that she was smart. She asked questions and thought about what she said. He did enjoy the conversations, but he had to watch what he told her. In order to make her blush a little more, he laid her down on the bed, instead of carrying her to her crutches. She did get a little redder. He started to walk out of the room but couldn’t help himself. He turned around and eyed her up and down. Inspecting her again, he thought she looked adorable in the big bed by herself. When she looked questioningly at him, he knew he had to say something.  

‘I’m really glad that I met you, Rachel’ he sincerely smiled. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. He was glad that he met her, but not for the reasons she might think.

‘I’m glad I met you too, Loki’ she smiled back.

That’s when he left. He knew the chances that she would go downstairs this evening were slim. Even if she did, he had motion sensors placed, so he would be alerted. He put on music in his office, to give her the idea he was working there. But instead, he unlocked the door next to the stairs. There was a bookcase inside of it. Loki pulled one of the books, and the door to his secret office opened.

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Story taglist: Let me know if you want to be added

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[darkshadow90]

Hey , I’m new at your blog , do you have any rules? Do you have Masterlist?do you write for what Fandoms? Do you accept Yandere Requests? Requests are open?😁🤗

Hey anon! Welcome! I'm always happy to see people take an interest in my blog :) Unfortunately I don't have a masterlist. I don't know how to make one. I really should learn how to make one since it would help keep my one shots organized. I'm pretty chill when it comes to rules and requests. The rules I have are that I don't take degradation requests, or requests for abuse kink. It's mostly because I'm not very familiar or experienced with writing BDSM themes and for people who have dealt with a degrading partner and abuse in real life, I don't want to risk romanticizing things that could be traumatic for them.

I mostly write for Arthur Fleck/Joker (2019), Arkham Joker (a name I call the persona in the very last scene in the Joker 2019 movie), Loki, and I'm open to writing more one shots for Norman Osborn. (Shameless plug: I wrote a one shot based on the 2002 Sam Raimi movie where the reader is Norman's basically surrogate niece. I might write a second part to it, but I'll have to see.)

In terms of Yandere requests, I'm assuming you mean when a character is completely the opposite of what their personality is like in canon, right? I don't think I have much experience with yandere requests, but I'm open to giving it a shot. I'm willing to take requests but it might take me some time to write them. If you have a request feel free to send me one. If I don't feel comfortable writing it, I'll let you know. Thanks for stopping by :) <3

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Dear, congrats again on this milestone! I’m sooo happy for you and hope to keep enjoying your amazing writing and talent in this place 💜

I want to make a request with a song, just if it inspires you, so no pressure (;

Brut Gold - Chapter 1 Loki & Lia

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Summary: Loki sees you dancing in his club and is immediately infatuated with you. Pairing: Mob!Loki x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3K Warnings: No Smut, angst, killing, language A/N: Part of my 1K follower celebration. I want to thank @coldnique for this request and for introducing me to this song. I love this song! It is now on heavy rotation in my playlist. And the following scenario is what I pictured when I first heard it. So I hope you like it.

The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat.  But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

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Too tired to entertain little boys

Professor! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, age gap (reader is over 21 though), oral and some unprotected sex

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“And so I decided to write my thesis on spiders because—” Peter spoke excitedly as he explained his assignment but you were too busy watching the new, tall, handsome professor walking down the corridor. He smiled politely at the other professors as he passed them, his perfect teeth showing slightly. He carried himself in a self assured manner, no room for self doubt as he swerved through the busy corridor of students. When he reached you, you made sure you were in his view, stepping in front of him slightly.

“Morning sir.” You smiled.

“Y/n.” He replied with a curt nod and a small smile as you tried to fight your excitement over the fact that he actually knew your name; not that you purposely ensured that he had it etched in his memory. Being top of the class and student body president really had it perks especially when the chair of the committee was none other than the dark haired Adonis.

“He is hot.” Kate spoke, ogling him as you turned around to face where he had paused outside of dean Starks office to speak with him.

“I’m going to fuck him.” You murmured.

“No you’re not. He’s your professor.” Kate snorted.

“Watch and learn Bishop, watch and learn.” You challenged, undoing a couple of the buttons on your blouse. “When I give you the signal, push into me.”

“What signal?”

“I’ll twirl my hair.” You stated before grabbing the books from Peters hand, who was still standing next to you both, and making your way to professor Laufeyson. You sauntered towards him, the sway of your hips catching his attention as he glanced over at you before you conveniently dropped the books you held onto the floor. Pausing his conversation with Stark, the professor made his way towards you before quickly helping you pick up the books. He stood up as you remained crouched on the floor before looking up at him through your lashes. “Thank you sir.” You smiled.

“No problem.” He replied as you stood, one of your fingers twirling in your hair as you rose. Like clockwork, Kate was quick to nudge you, pushing you into the professor before you fell against him, your hand on his chest. His hand found your lower back, steadying you before you looked up at him again, the scent of his aftershave filling your senses.

“Sorry.” You giggled, your free hand running down his chest slightly causing him to inhale sharply, his grip on you tightening for a split second, his gaze dipping to your lips before he pulled away.

Got him you smiled to yourself as a faint blush covered his cheeks.

“Um— no worries, no harm done.” He answered, clearing his throat before stepping past you and making his way towards his own office.

Entering the empty room, he locked the door and pulled the blinds down before making his way to his desk. Sitting at the chair, he undid his belt, feeling his trousers growing tighter to accommodate his growing erection. He knew it was inappropriate but he couldn’t help the tiny crush he had formed on you. It was something he could control, something he was able to push to the back of his mind but feeling your body against his, smelling your perfume, imagining your soft lips against his own, it was all too much. His hand delved underneath the elastic of his boxers before he pulled his cock out, exhaling contently when he finally began stroking himself. His hand ran up and down his shaft as his grip around it tightened as he thought about you.

“Come in.” He spoke, the door to his office knocking.

“I’ve been such a bad girl sir, I need to be punished.” You pouted, stepping towards him as the door closed behind you. “Do you want me on my knees?” Nodding, his lips curled up into a smirk as you sunk to you knees in front of him, hands quick to run over his bulge.

“What do you want?” He ordered, your hand palming his clothed cock.

“I want you to use my mouth.” You answered, licking your lips.

“F-fuck.” Loki exhaled, his orgasm consuming him as he imagined your lips around his cock instead of his hands. Coming down from his high, he mentally scolded himself. Touching himself thinking about a girl nearly half his age and it was only Monday morning.

By the time the following week rolled around, you were in the cafeteria with Kate and an excited Peter asking to take you to some sort of dance together as a couple. The sentiment was cute but the thought was sickening. How could you have eyes for anyone else when there was professor Laufeyson.

“Look Peter, I’m not going to some college dance, that’s childish.” You huffed. “I’m sure Kate will go with you.” You added, Kate giving you a deathly scowl.

“It won’t be childish, just go.” Kate suggested, not wanting to go herself.

“There’s not even going to be any sneaking of alcohol because we’re all legal adults, why would I want to go?” You scoffed before a nearby conversation caught your attention.

“Of course I don’t mind chaperoning.” Loki smiled, walking alongside dean Stark as they entered the cafeteria, eyes landing on you as soon as he did. He was quick to look away but he noticed you already looking at him.

“On second though, I think I will be going to this lame excuse of a prom.” You announced.

Attention to detail, that’s how you’d win him over tonight. You spent a while on your hair and makeup ensuring every last strand was in the right place. Instead of wearing a dress you already had, you opted on buying a new one, a skimpier one. This one was short, elegant, showed off all of your curves as well as accentuating your chest. You paired this with some heels and a matching set of earrings and a necklace. If he wouldn’t bang you, you were certain any other guy on campus would. You looked sexy.

You decided to go to the event alone considering it was only about ten minutes away from your accommodation. You walked in, already cutting your eye at all the guys that weren’t the professor until you finally spotted him. He did always look good but tonight, he looked exceptionally strapping. He had on a tux which alone gave men that fuck me energy so paired with his usual handsomeness, he looked irresistible. Luckily for you, he was stationed near the drinks meaning striking up a conversation with him would be easy. A small smile on your face, you made your way towards him.

“Hey sir, what you doing? Making sure no one spikes the punch bowl?”

As soon as he heard your voice, his breath hitched. How was it you had the voice of an Angel yet his thoughts about you were wildly inappropriate, especially when it came to thinking about how you’d sound moaning.

“Yes, but there are more harmful substances than alcohol.” He answered, looking at you, eyes running over your figure.

“Of course.” You agreed, reaching to get yourself a drink before he stopped you.

“Allow me.” He offered, pouring the drink before handing it to you. “So no alcohol tonight? I thought that was part of the occasion.” He joked.

“No.” You answered, accepting the drink.

“And no date.” He acknowledged, glancing around you. “I saw Peter earlier, I know you are both quite close.”

“Oh please” you snorted “me and Peter? No chance.”

“Oh really?” He answered, quirking a brow.

“No” you confirmed “in all honesty, I’m too tired to entertain little boys.” That made him laugh slightly. “I’m looking for someone a little older, more experienced.” You delved, observing his reaction which was to risk a glance at your chest as you leaned into him. He felt his trousers tightening as you practically undressed one another with your eyes. You leant a little closer before you spoke again. “I heard the older you are, the better you are in bed because you know exactly what you want.” You practically whispered in his ear as your hand subtlety ghosted his chest. “Exactly who you want.” You finished with an innocent smile as you pulled away from him and took another sip of your drink before leaving it on the table. “Thanks for the drink sir.”

You began walking out of the room, aware of his gaze on you as you swayed your hips purposefully. He was putty in your hands. Hot sexy putty. You walked through the corridor, smiling when you heard faint steps behind you only to have your breath taken away from you when the steps quickened before you were tugged into a storage closet. Before you had time to react or scream out or do pretty much anything, you felt lips crashing against yours. Opening your eyes you made out the professors frame before you deepened the kiss, head falling back against the wall as his lips moved down to your neck. You moved your head to the side allowing him further access. You felt his knee between your legs, nudging your core causing you to moan into the kiss.

“Someone more experienced.” He snickered against your skin, teeth grazing your neck. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with someone more experienced.”

“Wanna test that theory out?” You grinned, pushing him back slightly before dropping to your knees in front of him. Your hand ran up his thigh, smoothing over his bulge as he looked down at you approvingly. Your hands undid the button on his trousers before you pulled them down enough to reveal his hardening cock. You wrapped your hand around it, palming him as he allowed his eyes to close, taking in a sharp breath when he felt your tongue against his tip. You took him in further, cheeks hollowing around his length as one of his hands found the back of your head. He helped guide your moments as you sucked his cock, humming against him. He was so close, his fantasy coming true. He desperately wanted to cum, coat your breasts in his seed but he wanted to feel you first.

“That’s enough.” He spoke, removing his hand from your head as he pulled out of your mouth. “Take your panties off.” He commanded, looking down at your smudged makeup as you wiped a combination of his precum and your saliva from your face. Standing up, you removed the lacy thong before he snatched it away from you, pocketing them with a sly smile. “Bend over.” He added, gesturing to the small cabinet that was on the floor. Nodding, you bent over, hands holding the edge of the metal contraption as the professor snaked his hands around your waist. You could feel his length against your ass as you needly awaited his intrusion.

“Sirr.” You mewled, moving your hips.

“It’s Loki.” He answered.

“Loki” you repeated as he gripped his member, guiding it towards your entrance before he pushed in with one fell sweep. “Lokiii.”

Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you tried to bite down your pleasured moans. He was hitting that perfect spot over and over again leaving you almost crying in rapture. He knew exactly how to swivel his hips, how to hold you. You lost all composure when his hand reached forwards, playing with your clit as he continued his deep thrusts. He was perfect. He felt perfect. Fucked you perfectly. He had ruined you for any guy your own age. His hand found your hair, pulling it as he thrusted a few more times before he came, your walls pulsating against him as he emptied into you. You were beyond sated.

He stayed like that for a few moments, catching his breath before pulling out of you, a combination of both your juices trickling down your thighs.

“I’m keeping the panties.” He spoke, sheathing himself again as you began standing up, pulling your dress down before he handed you a handkerchief which you accepted gratefully. “Perhaps you should have a keepsake too.” He suggested before removing his bowtie and putting it around your neck. “You should hurry home, wouldn’t want anyone seeing you looking so fucked out.” He smiled, wiping your chin before he turned and left the room.

Older men were confusing but definitely better in the sack you decided, staring into the space Loki had just occupied.

Random little smut thing

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DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

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A.A. Walker

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[sserpente]

A/N: Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates! ♥ Some naughty President Loki action seems like a fitting Easter gift to me, what do you think? Also, I’m proud to announce there’s an actual Easter egg in this Imagine that may or may not have something to do with my upcoming English novel… Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2616 Warnings: assassin!Reader, violence, dub-con, smut

One and a half million—as a deposit. That’s how much you demanded to see in your secret bank account before you had even considered going anywhere near what used to be Stark Tower and now acted as a base for him. Loki. President Loki.

You didn’t particularly care who you were supposed to kill, nor who hired you to do it. Governments were corrupted all over the world—there was not a single politician who didn’t act in his own interests rather than the people’s. You were only in it for the money.

President Loki, however… he was different. That man was a god with abilities you wouldn’t even dare dream of as a mere human. Your raised fee would reflect the danger you’d put yourself in if you accepted this mission. And then once the God of Mischief was dead, you’d be ten million dollars richer.

You were the best of the best—you got hired when the job needed to get done. You doubted that anyone else would be capable of sending Loki straight to hell. Or was it Helheim? He was a Norse god, after all. Surely, there was some eternal hellfire reserved for the likes of him.

But then again, you weren’t exactly a saint either. You murdered for money, never questioning whether the person whose life you were going to end was innocent or not. Granted, most of them were not and had red on their ledger one way or another but occasionally… occasionally, they did not deserve to die.

You were pretty certain that Loki did though. He wasn’t the worst ruler this world had ever seen but at the end of the day… he was an alien king forcing humans into submission. You wouldn’t bow to anyone, you thought, as you polished the sharp and hidden blade inside your lipstick. The job was messier when you chose it as your weapon but with Loki, you’d have to be sure. A slit throat would ensure he was truly dead and for that, you would have to get up close.

This time, your approach was going to be a little… unconventional. You had thought about it for a long time—and you had come to the conclusion that there was no other way to get into that tower without getting killed yourself before making it even anywhere near Loki.

Judy Magenta. That was the made-up name you had used to register for the escort service to receive legal identification for offering Loki… your time. It had taken quite a few naughty pictures to lure him in, along with a bought recommendation from another escort girl one of Loki’s lackeys booked regularly.

You had to admit, you did feel a little silly putting on that green glittery cocktail dress after tossing your lipstick knife into your clutch. The black high heels were a lovely touch though. You’d keep them after this job, as a trophy.

-

“You’re here to… entertain the president tonight?” The bulky bald man who escorted you to the lifts after the taxi driver dropped you off right in front of Stark Tower licked his lips when his greedy gaze travelled up and down your V-shaped cleavage.

“I am,” you gave back with a sweet smile, batting your eyelashes at him all the while you imagined kicking him in the balls until he howled for his mummy. You could tell he kept staring at your body and your rather revealing outfit during the ride up to the penthouse but, for the sake of keeping in mind you were not really an escort girl, you elected to ignore it and said nothing.

President Loki was standing at his bar surrounded by power-hungry politicians eager for his attention. Dressed in a black suit with a green tie and those golden horns on his head, he turned to face you with a glass filled with what you presumed was bourbon in his hand. He lifted his chin in a curious manner, his blue eyes narrowing just a little.

“Mr President…” the bulky bouncer began. “Uh… this is…”

“Judy. Judy Magenta. Your company for the night?” you offered. The bouncer let out a relieved breath.

“Ahh… just in time. I was just about to call it a day.” Loki’s voice was smooth, charming. He had a way with words, you had to give him that. Under different circumstances, you’d even admit that he was outrageously attractive. He was a god, after all. That must have been the reason.

You didn’t know if he’d done this before—or if he’d done it back on Asgard but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter, right? You were only doing this because it would give you the perfect opportunity to get just close enough to kill him and get this over with. Pleasure had no place here.

“Gentlemen… I will see you tomorrow. And you…” His blue eyes fixated on you, involuntarily sending shivers up and down your spine. “…why don’t you wait for me in my bedroom? I will be joining you shortly.”

You almost scoffed. So formal… if the sex was going to be anything like that… ugh. Well, most men with a big ego disappointed under the sheets.

Nodding, you made your way over to the door he pointed at and slid inside, taking in the furniture. A king-size bed with green sheets, of course, hundreds of books on shelves towering up all the way to the ceiling, and a neat desk armed with ink and a green and gold quill. It was very old-fashioned but a surprisingly comfortable room, you decided, as you threw your clutch on the bed.

You’d come prepared. Condoms, lube, even a cock ring. Whatever would tickle his fancy before you’d draw your little knife for a different kind of climax. By the time his lackeys would notice he was dead, you would be long gone. You were wearing a wig tonight as well, along with some coloured contacts to conceal your identity. Life as an assassin was a dangerous and lonely one but you were pretty used to it.

You flipped around when you heard the door open, forcing a fake smile. Loki had removed his horns now, and swapped his suit for a more comfortable outfit. In fact, he was shirtless, putting his pale but trained chest and arms on display. He wasn’t as shredded as Thor but the God of Thunder had never been your type anyway. Loki on the other hand… remember, no pleasure!

Your feigned smile widened as you turned around and moved your fake hair out of the way. “Help me undress?” You felt his presence behind you after a few silent steps, his soft fingers ghosting over your back to unzip you.

Needless to say, you had relinquished wearing any underwear tonight even though you did carry a spare pair of knickers in your clutch just in case. Once he slid the green dress off of your body and you stepped out of it, you turned back around, trailing your fingers over his abs.

“Ready for some fun, Mr President?”

“Loki will suffice, pet,” he replied. Pet? Oh, of course. Complete and utter submission. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him and instead, took his hands in yours and started walking backwards until you could lie down on his bed, pulling him on top of you.

You had to admit, you quite enjoyed how hungrily he glared at your naked body, his blue eyes wandering over every single inch of bare skin as if he was a demon you had summoned and now aimed to please in exchange for his power. The bulge in his trousers grew quickly as he hovered above you.

“Loki,” you repeated, testing his name on your tongue. Then, you reached for your clutch on his bed, pulling out the lube.

“And what’s that when it’s at home?” he asked, eyeing the bottle in your hands suspiciously.

You smiled at him. “Lube will make this experience more enjoyable for the both of us, Loki.”

The God of Mischief frowned. You blinked at him when he began to chuckle as if you’d just told him a hilarious joke.

“I can guarantee you, we will not need it, pet.” You were about to protest when he cupped your cunt with his hand all of a sudden, two fingers lightly stroking over your outer lips. You dropped the small bottle the moment his thumb found your clit, applying just enough pressure to ignite… arousal. He knew what he was doing. You realised that the moment he bent down to pepper your neck with hot kisses and teasing licks, his digits working their magic. He had you wet and ready for him within minutes of this delicious treatment. Fuck… you were not supposed to be enjoying this!

“There we go… it seems your body thinks we don’t need your lube either…”

You gasped for air when he slid two fingers inside of you, curling them at your g-spot. Your hips were bucking up to meet his hand against your will the moment the slick sounds of him fingering you echoed through the silent bedroom.

“Oh… fuck…” That felt good. You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had taken a minute to masturbate. That… that must have been why. You hadn’t had sex in so long that Loki exploring your soaking pussy had you writhing because of your celibate lifestyle.

His dark chuckle went directly between your legs too. And it was only then you realised that his trousers had disappeared into thin air, willed away by magic. You could feel his hard length pressing against your inner thigh, eager to claim you. Much to your own surprise… you wanted him to.

“C-Condom…” you choked out panting. But your reward was Loki removing his fingers from your cunt to instead snatch your wrists and pin them down above your head to render you all but helpless beneath him.

“A condom? I don’t think so, pet…” And with that, he forced himself between your legs and used his free hand to guide himself into your waiting hole. Inch by inch, Loki pushed forward, sheathing his girth inside you until he’d claimed you to the brim. His growl made you moan as he filled you so deliciously well that you believed your pussy was made for him.

When he started moving, you almost forgot why you were here. Loki withdrew almost entirely and then began rutting into you like there was no tomorrow. He fucked the assassin right out of you—for when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he made sure to attack your neck yet again.

Moaning, you arched your back, your breasts brushing against his bare chest with every single thrust of his and fuck, this man knew how to use his tool. Each and every stroke drove you further to what already felt like the best orgasm of your life as the sound of sex and skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“I can feel you tightening around me, pet. Cum. Beg me for my seed,” Loki growled into your ear. You wanted to disobey him—wanted to disobey that commanding tone, that entitled smugness. But you couldn’t. Loki played you like an instrument, taking that delicious climax from you whether you wanted to give it to him or not.

You came around him with a moan, your toes curling and your walls pulsing around him, doing just what he had asked you to do. Your cunt was begging for his seed. He was merciful tonight. Loki reached his own peak with a low growl only moments later, filling you up and staining your walls until it came oozing out of you.

Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, that arsehole had screwed you without a condom! Only now that you came back to your senses did you realise what you had let him do. Okay, don’t freak out… you can get a morning-after pill as soon as you are out the door. You’d ruin everything if you lashed out at him now. Besides… Loki was still hard—and it did not seem like he was going to tire any time soon.

-

It was three a.m. when he finally let you rest. Your pussy was sore, his cum leaking from almost all of your openings. He’d made you cum for him at least six more times before you’d lost count and now… now he was sound asleep next to you.

Time to strike.

As quiet as a mouse so you wouldn’t wake him up, you reached for your clutch that had at some point fallen to the floor, retrieving your lipstick knife. Then, you climbed on top of him, revealing the blade in the dark. You could barely make out his features with the curtains drawn but your eyes were trained to work in the shadows.

You gripped your weapon tighter, ready to slit his throat.

“I wonder…”, he mused with a start. You froze. “I wonder how much money you were offered to try.” He’s awake. “Are you going to tell me, pet?”

Your heart was beating so fast you worried it would jump straight out of your chest. Your paralysis lasted for only a second too long. By the time you reacted to finish what you’d started and kill him, he’d already overwhelmed you. Loki snatched your wrist so harshly you were forced to drop your weapon. He flipped you both over so you came to lie on the bed beneath him, his face only inches from yours. You winced when he ripped the wig off of you.

“Now… I’m impressed. You went to considerable lengths to get close to me. But you see, pet, I am the God of Mischief. I’m not easily tricked.” Cold shivers ran up and down your spine when he proceeded to call you by your real name. “But I must admit,” he went on, “that I am also a little disappointed. You know the punishment for attempted assassination of your king, do you not?”

Death. Execution. You swallowed thickly. How had he found out? He’d known. He’d known this entire time you were no real escort girl and still… he’d still fucked you! You gnashed your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him with anger usurping your growing fear.

“It’s a shame, really… you would make such a fine pet. Hmm…” He paused, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent deeply. “I think I’m going to keep you.”

Your eyes widened. “Kill me or let me go, Loki. I’m not playing your stupid games.”

“Oh, but you will, pet. You better get used to your new surroundings. You won’t be leaving any time soon.”

He made you moan involuntarily when he pushed inside of you without any forewarning. You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten hard again.

“Now…” he mused. “How much was it?” His lazy strokes made you even angrier—it felt good. Too fucking good.

“Ten… million,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Ahh… well, I hope the money was worth your freedom. Because you are mine now, my little assassin.”

You wanted to punch him, scratch him and bite him, to wipe that mischievous smirk from his face. But you couldn’t. Not right now anyway—Loki kept rutting into you until you were sure to lose consciousness. My little assassin… you hated the depraved and lascivious part of you that enjoyed the idea of him keeping you as a pet.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d finish your mission, right after… right after you’d let him give you another orgasm. You’d… find a way… surely…

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[britishserpent]

Loki Fanfiction - Master List

Stumbled upon my Tumblr and not sure where to start? All of my work is listed below with a short summary.

Please note although most of my work contains explicit sexual content, it is consensual between the characters and they are of legal age. Posts of this nature are clearly marked 18+ Please do not engage if it's not your thing / you are under age.

Longer Work

Insubordination - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Female, Currently Chapter 11) Wattpad / AO3 only.

This was the first Loki fic I wrote and is currently on hiatus while I re-work it. It will be updated, it's just quite a bit to get through!

The Palace Baths - 18+ Explicit Content (Prince Loki x Female Servant, Ongoing)

Originally a One Shot. I couldn't help but continue this one. Prince Loki has never paid a female servant any mind, or so she thought. He unexpectedly extends an invitation to one of his exclusive gatherings late at night, hosted in the Palace Baths.

The Palace Baths, Part 1

The Palace Baths, Part 2

The Palace Baths, Part 3

The Palace Baths, Part 4

One Shots - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Reader)

These are all posted as collections on Wattpad & AO3 if you prefer to read on those platforms.

Happy Birthday, Mr President (President Loki x Female)

During a televised Birthday performance, President Loki teases his pet, leaving her squirming during the Birthday meal that follows.

A Prayer Answered (Loki x Female)

Hard day at work? Unable to settle, the readers mind drifts to thoughts of Loki, only to find the God himself stood at the foot of her bad after hearing her call.

Occupied (Loki x Female Rival - Request)

Tired of the crowds of swooning maidens Prince Thor attracts to the training grounds, a female warrior finds somewhere a little quieter to train. Only she's not left in peace for long when Prince Loki disturbs her.

The King of Jotunheim (Jotunn Loki x Female)

The King of Jotunheim, Part 2 (Jotunn Loki x Female)

Loki never left Jotunheim. Following the death of his father, he inherits the throne and quickly improves the realm for its inhabitants. Alfheim has been carefully watching from afar and arranges a visit to form a treaty. Rader has been selected to protect the dignitaries during their trip, only they have other plans for her…

Nervous? (Lady Loki x Female)

Set on Asgard, the reader spots a mysterious, enchanting woman walking through the halls of the palace. Lady Loki is quick to spot the reader's gawping and follows them into the library.

Saviour (Female Warrior x Prince Loki)

When a serpentine beast wages an attack on Asgard, the warriors are quick to defend the realm with Prince Thor and Prince Loki by their side. Only things don't go to plan.

Breakfast (Female Chef at Avengers Tower x Loki)

Tony Stark has hosted yet another grand party at the Avenger's Tower. Reader refuses her invitation, instead offering to cover the breakfast shift so her colleagues can have a good time.

Undeniable (Female x Loki)

Set before Thor arrives in Thor: Ragnarok, the realm comes to terms with the death of Prince Loki. Loki's plan of appearing as Odin is going perfectly well… until an old acquaintance uncovers his secret.

Shorter Works

Protective / Comforting Loki (Loki x Anxious Reader) - 643 Words Loki comforts reader following a panic attack. Based on my own personal experience with anxiety.

What If… Loki Episode 1 (Loki x Sigyn) - 566 Words Just a shorter piece about how that would have happened if Sigyn had been waiting for Loki in the Gobi Desert.

Bite-Sized Smut - 18+ Explicit Content

#1 - Loki is questioned on his abilities in the bedroom and takes the opportunity to prove his talent to his sceptical volunteer. (Loki x Female, 190 Words)

Requests

I am open to requests, whether it's a line prompt or something more specific. I love hearing what you would like to read, so please let me know!

Just a few things to note:

Please do not request non-con, I am not comfortable writing this.

I always have multiple stories that I'm working on, so there may be a delay in my answer while I complete any current work.

All requests are appreciated, and I carefully contemplate each one, thinking up a plot that would work. Please do not be offended if I do not complete your request, I find it impossible to do my best work if it's not something I 100% connect with.

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[tvimagines221b]

(President! Loki x Teen Reader)

Summary: After barring witness to her fathers inevitable anger, the reader finds herself pushing herself away from her father. Heartbroken, Loki consoles the reader to apologize and comfort her but soon realizes that her hurt comes from more then being frightened…

Warnings: None. Just fatherly President! Loki!

President Loki's Bunker, The Void

Flickers of light, and a warm heat emitted from the makeshift fireplace that was in the middle of the bunker which President Loki and his army of other Loki's had called home. A small, feminine figure sat on the floor beside the fire, rubbing her shoulders as she tried to keep herself warm. Y/N. Letting out a sigh, the young female had her knees pulled close to her chest. A loud rumbling came from up above, from the outside. Y/N huffed. Without a doubt, it was the probably Alioth roaming The Void in search of a Variant to feast on. The noise didn't seem to bother her. After all, she had been here for so long that it had become normal for her. Though she was just grateful she was in the safety and security of the bunker as opposed to being out in the wasteland. At the sound of loud footsteps nearing, Y/N's eyebrows furrowed upwards. Her mind filled with curiosity, as she wondered who it possibly could have been. The bunker had been quiet for a while. So she had been left to assumed she was alone.

“Those blasted idiots!” A growl came from the hallway. “Why the hell do they never listen?”

Instantly recognizing the voice, Y/N hopped up onto her feet. The footsteps continued for just a few more moments, until they had stopped.

With curiosity striking the best of her, Y/N ventured off into the hallway. The soles of her shoes pressed against the floor as she walked slowly through the hall. In just a matter of a few minutes, she reached a door at the end of hallway which was cracked open. She peered her head in. “Huh?” She muttered.

Standing in the middle of the room behind the door, was President Loki. The God of Mischief had his fists balled in frustration, shaking his head. “My variants are all idiotic. Can’t even follow a damn order!” He growled. A blast of green magic emitted from his hands, throwing various items in vicinity. Y/N hardly flinched at Lokis sudden outburst of anger. It wasn’t the first time she had barred witness to his rage. “And they wonder why I’m the superior Loki!” Y/N knew it probably wasn’t a very good idea to bother Loki in the moment. His anger made him very irritable. But she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to make him so frustrated. “Loki?”

“What?!” Loki growled.

Given his anger, Loki was more irritable than usual. He had been completely lost in frustration, that he failed to recognize the voice behind him as his daughters. He swung around, his body tense.

Y/N didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her lips together. “Is…everything okay?”

Loki paused, his face fell. He went quiet. Now he felt a bit guilty that Y/N had been here to witness his sudden outburst of rage. So, he tried to play it off as best as possible. Loki cleared his throat, and adjusted the horned helmet on his head. “Yes… Yes, everything is perfectly fine, darling. Just having a rough day that is all.” He reassured her.

Y/N didn’t at all seemed convinced. She had known her Father all too well. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

“What makes you think that?” He shakes his head, innocently. Aside from knowing what her Father looked like when he was angry, it was evident in the way he wrecked the room with his magic. “Because I know what you look like when you’re angry…” Her voice went quiet. Her gaze went down. She had seen Lokis anger on many occasions. More times than she could count. Loki sighs. “Right… I do suppose I’ve never the one to hide such feelings.” Loki knew his anger and how he presented it. He had never been able to hide his rage. He didn’t think he ever could really.

Y/N turned her attention back to Loki. “What happened?” She at least wanted to know what envoked such rage inside of him. Though the only part she has caught onto, was it had something to do with his army of other Loki Variants. “I thought I heard something about the Lokis…” Y/N would indeed be correct on what she had heard. Loki let out a breath and nods. “Yes darling, you would be correct. It does involve of the actions of my Variants. But I suppose it’s nothing I can’t get over. Besides, it’s nothing that you need to worry about anyways. I…do apologize for causing such a scene. It is a habit.” His anger had always gotten the best of him, he supposed. “But I can assure you aside from that, everything is okay. As am I.” He nodded to her. To let her know he was being truthful. 

“Okay.” She replied, softly. She looked down again. Maybe she should go to give him some time alone to cool off? “I’ll go then…” She was sure that he didn’t want to be bothered by anyone anyways. “I’m sure you’re busy, and want to be left alone. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on you.”

“You’ve done no such thing.” He assured.

Y/N had still been looking down. “I…I don’t want to make you more mad.” She shakes her head. “I’ll…I’ll just leave.”

Loki couldn’t sworn there was a hint of fear on her voice. It was very faint, but it was still there. Loki felt his heart ache. His anger had frightened her. Because she had seen in so many times, and in so many different ways. Some most certainly more violent than others. He never meant to frighten her. It was just that Loki’s anger had always been hard to him to contain. It always got the best of him, no matter how hard he tried to keep ahold of it. “You don’t have to go.” He told her.

“But I should.” Y/N answered. No one wanted to be on his bad side. “Darling…” Loki shakes his head. He didn’t want to ever frighten her. Because his presence was meant to be comforting, not frightening. He swallowed, trying to form the right words. “I know that sometimes, I don’t always contain my anger. ” He admits, quietly. Y/N didn’t say anything. She simply stood there, but forced herself to at least look back up at him, acknowledging him. “And… And I know that there are many times where you have bared witness to the chaos that comes from that anger.” Guilt covers Lokis expression. “Please know, that I don’t mean to frighten you or upset you. I’ve just felt a lot of weight on my shoulders. Loki carried many burdens. Not just the burdens that came with being a King and a God. But he carried the burdens of being a Father. It was all too much for him sometimes. So it was bound to happen that he would lose his temper. It was bound for him to have to let all of his anger out in someway.

“It’s okay…” She whispered. But she still felt the need to leave him be. At least, for now anyways.

Loki turned around, now gazing at the mess his outburst of anger had made. He exhaled. “I suppose I’ve made quiet the mess.” But it wasn’t anything magic couldn’t fix. With the wave of his hand, everything that had been wrecked had gone completely back to normal.He then turned back to his daughter. “Are you all right, darling? I know…that you aren’t exactly fond of seeing my anger.”

“I’m…okay.” She shrugged.

Tilting his head, Loki’s brows furrowed. Not even in the slightest was he convinced that she was okay. Y/N didn’t like to let her guard down when it came to her feelings. She chose to hide them, and Loki knew this because he too did the same. She had taken after him in the way. He would urge her to open up, but he knew there would simply be no point. “If you insist…” He clears his throat. “I suppose there’s no need for me to bother you about it then.” There was no reason to push her to the point where she felt uncomfortable with opening up.

“I know you’re still angry. You’re just trying to be calm around me.” Y/N looked down. “I should go. It’s best for the both of us.”

Loki watched her, frowning slightly. She shouldn’t feel the need to push herself away. From him. From his anger. It made Loki feel awful. That his own daughter had felt like it was better to isolate herself from him, rather than see him in his anger. “Y/N… Please. Do not feel like as if you’re a burden to me.” He told her. Y/N swallowed. It was so easy for her to push herself away, because she was used to doing it so much. “But you’re upset and…and you don’t like being bothered. Because it only makes you angrier.” She shakes her head. “And… Your anger can make you unpredictable.” Y/N knew that Lokis anger made him do things he didn’t necessarily want to do sometimes. Like destroy things or even hurt people.

“Y-Yes, perhaps.” Loki had hesitated to reply. Admittedly, the God of Mischief knew what his anger could make him do. But that didn’t mean that his daughter needed to fear him. “But even in the midst of my anger, I could never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know…” Y/N kept her gaze downwards. She knew he would never hurt her.

Loki could tell despite his reassurance, Y/N still seemed upset. He lets out a sigh. “Darling…” The God of Mischief took a few steps towards his daughter. He knew there was only so much he could say try and reassure her. “I’m sorry… For…for scaring you. And upsetting you so.” He says softly. “Forgive me?” His voice held slight concern. He didn’t want her to hate him or fear him. Of course Y/N had enough love in her heart to forgive him. Loki was her father, the most important person in her life. She loved him dearly, no matter what. Y/N let out a long sigh. “Of course I forgive you, Loki. I always will it’s just…” She pauses, refusing to look up still.

“Just what?” Loki quizzed.

The truth was… Y/N was scared by how much her father had changed. But she wouldn’t admit that to him. She didn’t want him to think she hated him for who he was. “Nothing. Never mind.” She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s…nothing.” Y/N said. She hoped it sounded believable, but knowing Loki, he was going to find out anyway. “Darling, please. You know there isn’t anything you cannot tell me.” He reassured. He would always understand her.

“I..I don’t want to trouble you any longer.” She swallowed. “I know you’re probably very busy. I know you have much to do.”

Loki went to speak, but he couldn’t gather the right words. He didn’t know what else to say to her, when clearly she didn’t want to stay. Instead, he silently nodded his head. He could only watch as Y/N turned her back to him, not hesitating to leave the room. Loki stayed standing there, unable to move from his spot. He could only look down as he was now left alone, with only his thoughts. His heart ached at the thought of Y/N hating him, or worst being frightned of him. What kind of parent would that make him? One that couldn’t control his rage, and his emotions? Though every instinct was telling him that perhaps it was something more?

He needed to go to her. As her father, he needed to see what was troubling her so. And hopefully he could get through to her…

~~

An eerie silence had filled the bunker. The hours passed since Y/N and her fathers last interaction. Y/N had been isolating herself in her room, not wanting to talk to anyone. Meanwhile, Loki had spent his time pacing back and forth. The God of Mischief held a glass of whiskey in his hand, letting out a deep sigh. Every parental instinct was calling him for go to his daughter, and reach out to her. To comfort her and console her. He imagined she needed it. But Loki had become overwhelmed with the felting of guilt. He felt so awful for frightening her with his anger. He hated himself for being so angry, especially in front of her… “What if her imagine of me changes?” Endless thoughts ran through Lokis mind. Loki nervously tapped his finger against the side of the glass.

Loki could feel himself nauseous.

What if his own daughter turned her back on him? Instead of seeing him as the caring and loving father he was, what if she saw him as some sort of monster? Something she should fear?

Lokis heart dropped at the thought of it. Being seen a monster by his only child.

No…he could never let that happen. If she ever saw him as such, Loki knew he would truly be lost. All his efforts would have been for nothing. He wouldn’t be able to protect Y/N. The thought of losing his daughter sent him into a panic. No! He had to do something. He had to go to her and to comfort her. It was the only thing Loki had known to do.

After downing the rest of his drink, Loki ventured off to see Y/N. He needed to make sure was okay. Comfort her if need be…

The God of Mischief slowly crept through the hallways of the bunker. He knew it wouldn’t be too difficult to find where Y/N. There had only been on true spot to ever went to when she wanted to be alone. The stock room. Where they kept all of their rations and supplies. A place Y/N would always go to when she needed space. As he reached the stockroom, Loki couldn’t help but stare at the door. He swallowed. His heart ached at the thought of all the possibilities when he confronted her. But wasn’t it worth a shot? He had to try! He couldn’t just leave her in distress.

He had to do whatever it takes to ensure that his daughter never feared him again. Even if it meant putting himself in harm. With that thought in mind, Loki quickly entered the room, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N?” He spoke, gently.

Loki’s gaze landed on the teenager. She had her back resting against the wall, her knees puller close to her chest. Her eyes were closed tightly and she seemed to be breathing rapidly. Loki instantly knew something was wrong. He took a hesitant step forward.

“Y/N…” Loki began again, kneeling next to the girl. “Please. Talk to me. Tell me what is wrong?” Y/N shook her head slightly. “Is this about earlier? Did I do something to upset you? Was I hurting you?” Loki asked quietly. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, hoping to ease her fears. Y/N’s eyes snapped open at that moment, looking up at Loki as though she hadn’t realized he had entered the room. “Y/N. Please talk to me.” Loki urged. Y/N looked down, avoiding eye contact. “You are safe here, I promise. Nothing that I have done is ever going to hurt you. You are one of my greatest treasures. My daughter.”The God of Mischief smiled sadly at her.

“I-“ Y/N shakes her head.

“My dear. Please, what’s the matter?” Loki was worried for her.

He wanted nothing more than to help her and make everything better. He wasn’t sure what he could do but…but maybe he can find a way to comfort her somehow. “Everything. Everything’s the matter…” Y/N whispered after a short pause.

“My Y/N, what ever do you mean?” Loki quizzed. What did she mean by that? By everything? He stared. “My darling.” Loki cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Tell me what’s bothering you?”

Y/N let out a shuddery breath.”Father it’s nothing I just-“ She couldn’t explain it but…She didn’t want to worry her father. Not when he had so many other things to worry about right now. She couldn’t burden him with her problems. They weren’t important right now. Yet…yet here she was. Sitting before him, hiding something from him. And he deserved answers, especially if they concerned her. Loki sighed. “I can’t help you if I don’t understand what’s bothering you.”

“It doesn’t matter…” Y/N muttered.

Loki frowned. “Of course it matters. Whatever’s bothering you, it’s important enough to affect you this badly. I wish to help you Y/N.” Y/N sighed. She really didn’t want to bother him. But…She couldn’t lie to him either. He was her Father. The one person who could comfort her. “But I don’t want to burden you with my troubles.” She replied.

Loki chuckled half-heartedly. “My child, I am your Father. Your burdens are my burdens.” He was to carry those with him if need be.

“But-“ Y/N began.

“Hey…” Loki interjected. “It’s all right, my dear. Please. Tell me what’s wrong?” His eyes softened. He leaned closer to her, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There has to be something I can do to help you.” He stated firmly. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. “No please…” Y/N pleaded weakly. “You can’t help me anyways.”

“Why is that Y/N? Why can’t I help you?” Loki quizzed. Why did she think that?

“You can’t help me. No one can.” Y/N croaked. Loki felt his heart ache. He could see she was on the verge of tears. She was hurting, badly. “I’m sorry…” She murmured, burying her head in her hands.

Loki felt his heart break at how dejected she appeared to be. The God of Mischief was confused. Why does she believe no one can help her? “Oh my child…” Loki cooed. He outstretched his arms, pulling her into an embrace. And Y/N reacted. Because he arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him back. She buried her head deeper into the crook of his neck. She let out a choked sob and clutched onto Loki like her life depended upon it. She pressed herself closer to him, feeling safe and protected. Loki’s arms tightened around her, holding her as tightly as possible. “Shh. I’ve got you.” He murmured, running his fingers through her hair.

“It hurts. It hurts so much.” Y/N cried.

Loki’s eyes widened as he heard her words. “What hurts?” He questioned quietly. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, soothingly. Y/N swallowed. Trying to from the right words. “Everything. I… I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

“Y/N. Y/N, please what’s going on?” Loki had never seen her like this. In such distress. Such heart ache. She was scaring him. “This!” Y/N cried. “Being here in this stupid place!” The Void. Their prison until the end of time. Trapped. Away from their timeline. Away from Asgard, and the people they both loved. She was so sick and tired of it. She just wanted to go home… Home where she belonged. “I just…I just wanna go home. To Asgard. I wanna go home!” She sobbed.

That was it. In that moment, Loki seemed to realize what was hurting her. Home. Asgard. They had been trapped in The Void for so long, their isolation had seemed to have taken its toll on her. Loki could hardly blame her. Even he had moments where he so desperately wished he could see his home again. His family. “Y/N…” Loki muttered. Gently, Loki looked his daughter away to look at her. “My darling…” He trailed off, unable to continue. He didn’t know what to say or what to tell her. He didn’t even know what happened in The Void that caused her to feel like this. “I miss our home too, Y/N. So very much.” Loki confessed. He didn’t know how he would get there. How could he possibly to Asgard after being gone for so long?

“I just want my life back.” Y/N sniffled.

“As do I, more than anything.” Loki said, softly. “But we can’t. And…” All they could do was move forward. Be strong and carry on.

“I miss it so much.” Y/N missed Asgard. She missed its beauty and its culture. She missed her family. Uncle Thor. Frigga. Even Lady Sif and The Warriors Three. People who were the closest to her aside from her father. “Everyday…”

“You are not alone in your heart ache, my darling.” Loki reassured. “And we will face this together. We will fight side by side. As we always have.” Loki cupped her face in his hands. “My dear… I love you. So very much. If there is any way I can help you then I will do so in a heartbeat. You are my daughter. You are the light in my darkest hour. You are the reason I wake every day knowing that tomorrow may bring hope and joy. That we may finally be free once again, and return to our home…to Asgard.”

“I miss it. All of it.” She told him.

Loki nodded. “I know, sweetheart. And… It hurts. And that’s okay. It’s okay to hurt.” He sighed. “What matters, is you are not alone in your pain. And you never have to be.”

Y/N looked down. She never had to be alone. Why? Because she had him. She would always have him. No matter what. “Because… Because I have you.” She looked back up at him. “Because… We’re family. Family sticks with each other even through the darkest of hours…” “Yes. Yes that’s right.” Loki smiled sadly. His thumb gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “I love you, Y/N.” The God of Mischief leaned over, gently kissing her forehead. “Always.”Y/N gave a small smile. “I love you too, Father.” She murmured, leaning against him for another hug.Loki hugged his daughter close. This was everything he ever wanted. Nothing mattered but protecting Y/N. Nothing else mattered but her. Her and her happiness.

As they stayed there, Loki began to soothingly sing songs from their home to her and she eventually feel into a peaceful slumber in her fathers arms…

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