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tvimagines221b · 2 years

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(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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bitterspoons · 5 months

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Metal bones and Magnets

Tinker-Belle Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem! OC (eventually)

Summary: In which we meet our OC Belle and Pietro is both an enemy and a hero.

Word Count: 1.6k

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“Hello lovely people!” Belle waved to her recording iphone as she buckled her heels on. “Ladies in Gentlemen and everybody in between— I am currently on the Quinjet because you guessed it, we found another HYDRA base!”

She grabbed her camera and posed with her best friend, Tony. “Tony! How do you feel about my new fighting shoes?”

Tony looked down at Belle’s new platform heels with little pom-poms. “Very gimmick-y Belle. Be careful— you’re gonna be more iconic than Spangles over there.”

“I’m always more iconic than Capsicle.” Belle rolled her eyes, flipping her hair. “I’m obviously the better blonde.”

“No, no— That’s where you’re wrong, Lady Belle.” Belle pointed the camera at Thor. “I am clearly the superior blonde.”

“Okay folks— we’re approaching the base. Tink— start stretching.” Bruce warned as they could feel the jet start lowering.

Belle stretched her wings out and let them pop through the golden armor that Tony had built. Her fairy wings fluttered around— letting her float into the air to avoid turbulence.

“You forgot your intro again!” Clint reminded the girl who was doing flips in the air to get warmed up.

“Right! Hello! If you don’t already know me— My name is Belle but you probably know me as Tinkerbelle. I’m the result of illegal human experimentation and Tony Stark found me a few months ago.” She looked at the camera and smiled— doing her rehearsed introduction. “He gave me new and improved metal bones and healed my broken wings.”

“I helped out at the Attack on New York— using my acrobatic skills, swordplay and flying to defeat the Chitauri. Ever since, I’ve been an Avenger and have been keeping a video diary. We’re about to land so I’ll see you when we’re on the ground!”

Clicking off her camera— she made sure her green mini dress wasn’t wrinkled and fluttered her way near the exit. “I’ll scope out the area with Stark!”

Iron man and Tinkerbelle flew out of the Quinjet— and began to make their way closer and closer to the building. Belle touched her intercom. “The place is surrounded— we’re going to regroup and attack in numbers. We haven’t been seen yet.”

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With that— The Avengers drove in. Each on fighting HYDRA agents and making their way to victory.

Belle and Stark began quickly bolting towards the main building.

“SHIT!” Stark exclaimed— bumping into an invisible force field.

“Language!”

“Jarvis? What’s the view from upstairs?” Belle asked, banging her fist across the force field before getting shot at.

“The building seems to be surrounded by a type of energy shield…It’s more advanced than any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s sceptre must be here.” Thor informed. “There’s no way Stricker could power this defense without it. At long last…”

Belle floated down to the ground where she began to fight all the soldiers on outside of the base.

“Long last is lasting pretty long boys…” Natasha commented.

Belle shot up to the sky— wings flapping quickly as she sped towards the forrest. “Clint— there’s a weak spot on the bunker that’s shooting at you. Just shoot forwards.”

“Thanks.” Clint said after hearing an explosion. “I think we’ve lost the element of surprise.”

Belle let out a shriek as a blast went whizzing last her head. “The absolute nerve!” Belle hurled a grenade at the bunker that tried it.

“I’m sorry— nobody else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?”

“I know,” Steve hurled his shield, knocking a few people to the ground. “Just slipped out.”

“Stark, have you gotten the force field taken care of yet?”

“Closing in, JARVIS— am I closing in?”

Something caught Belle’s eyes as she flew closer to the base. “Guys— I just saw something dart out of the base. I’d watch out.”

Clint who just got knocked to the floor— wished he got a warning earlier.

“We’ve got an enhanced on the field. Belle— your move.” Steve announced.

“On it.” Belle zipped to the forrest.

“Clint’s been hit! Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" A loud crash. "Thank you!”

Belle flew around the forrest as fast as she could— scanning the area around her from the skies until she saw something blue flash below her.

Flittering— her wings jolted her to the ground in an instant. Her eyes darted between the trees until she felt a breeze behind her.

She grabbed their hand and backed them into a tree, grabbing their shirt by the collar before finally looking at them. She took her sword and swiped it across his cheek.

“Nice catch” He winked before throwing her to the ground.

Winded, Belle groaned before touching her intercom. “I’ve met the enhanced. He’s speedy, cute and has frosted tips?”

“What the the 80’s?” Stark commented— letting them know the force field was down.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys— I think we’re gonna need Evac.” Natasha reported.

“I can get Barton. You guys find the sceptre.” Thor instructed before flying off.

“And for gosh sake— watch your language!” Belle mocked— flying up again and breezing through the front doors of the building.

Tony had found a secret room in the building— Belle was clearing out the building; her silent wings were very useful for sneaking around and disarming people.

Sneaking into rooms— she would silently disarm and knock people out until soon everyone is the room was harmless.

“We’re locked in out here.” Natasha reported.

“Get to Banner.” Steve suggested. “Time for a lullaby.”

Belle walked through one of the doors— completely disregarding the warning sign on the door.

And in her defense, there were warning signs everywhere.

Now in a place like this— boobytraps are expected. But after walking through the place for a while and not seeing anything, Belle was breezing through the places.

And in her defense— this wasn’t a boobytrap.

Instead— Belle walked into a room and she felt her intercom being tugged off her.

Belle turned around to see where it went when she saw a giant disposal.

A magnet was held above a conveyor belt as it picked up metals from the trash. Belle saw her intercom stuck to the giant magnet.

And in her defense— Belle is an idiot.

Walking over to the disposal, Belle suddenly felt a pull towards the disposal— so like the idiot she is, she went closer.

Watching the metals from soda cans being pulled up into the magnet and slowly turning flat and into melted metal— it was mesmerising.

It wasn’t until she was walking along on the conveyer belt when she realised she was in trouble.

Her elbow smacked into the magnet.

Soon enough it was her whole arm.

And soon she remembered that her metal bones stick to magnets.

Now very panicked— she began to tug at her arm, silently begging for the magnet to be weaker than it was proving to be.

Seeing her intercom on the other side— she made an attempt to reach for it but when her other elbow got stuck to the magnet— slamming her back onto the magnet too she stopped trying.

She could see the emergency power off but for some reason it was across the room and there was no chance of her reaching it.

Belle tried thinking of all the ways to get out of this less than ideal situation when she folded her wings.

“Schieße!” A german curse flew out of Belle’s mouth as a searing white hot pain rang throughout her body.

She watched as her intercom melted and began freaking out.

So like any other prepared avenger— she began to shout for help.

After a long while with no reply and her voice very worn out and tired— she hung from the magnet, very disappointed that this is how she died.

She had barely accomplished anything— she hadn’t taken down hydra like she wanted to or published her video diary as a documentary. She hadn’t even fallen in love yet or met Clint’s family like he promised.

When finally— something flashed in her teary vision.

Something alive and blue.

She heard machines turn off and she could feel her body falling from the stupid burning hot ceiling magnet when something caught her.

Belle curled into a small ball as her saviour carefully hugged her. “Thank you…” she whispered, opening her watery eyes and admiring his face.

“No problem.” He said back, wrapping her in a blanket and picking her up.

“I’m sorry… I cut your pretty face…” Belle traced the spot where a red cut lie on his cheek.

Before she knew it— Belle was in front of an empty Iron Man suit and now alone.

Belle carefully got up— tears streaming as her back and arms ached in pain as she climbed into the suit.

“JARVIS—turn on intercom.”

“Intercom— on. Several burns detected. ”

“Guys? I lost my intercom and i’m badly injured. Bruce can fix burns right?”

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“Oh— they’re flatlining! Call it!” Tony walked it holding two smoothies.

Clint and Belle laid down next to each other. Belle was on her stomach as her burns were being healed by creating new skin tissue.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna live forever!” Clint smiled. “I’ll be made of plastic.”

“You’ll be made of you, Barton.”

Belle looked up from her iphone. “You interrupted my duolingo. And one of those smoothies better be mine.” She pointed at Tony’s drinks.

“Right, because we need you learning 50 new languages. Remind me which ones you speak?” Tony gave her a smoothie.

“English, German, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish and if you let me continue my duolingo— Sokovian.” Belle took a sip of her drink. “Strawberry Banana? You know me so well.”

Natasha shot her a look after Belle said Sokovian, eyebrows raised. Belle blew a raspberry at her.

“Helen, I expect to see you at the party this afternoon?”

Helen gave a polite smile. “Unlike you— I don’t have time for parties.” She coughed and asked not-so-discreetly

“Will… Thor be there?”

end of part 1

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anonymousewrites · 2 years

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Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter Five

Chapter Five: In the Library

(Y/N) and Loki sat outside of Judge Renslayer’s office while Mobius was inside. If they were younger, they would have resembled children waiting outside the principal’s office. (Y/N) bounced her knee anxiously.

“What are you nervous about?” asked Loki. “You’re not the one who tried to trick everyone. You actually exposed me.”

“Get over yourself, it wasn’t going to work, and I’ve made it clear that I wouldn’t have done anything if you didn’t involve me,” snapped (Y/N).

“Don’t you want to escape?” huffed Loki.

“Yes, but I want freedom after that, not to be used by you or anyone else,” said (Y/N).

Loki frowned. “I…” The image of his mother and (Y/N)’s dead bodies flashed into his mind. The memory of (Y/N) sacrificing herself to save him played before his eyes. “I wasn’t sure how to make it believable. I don’t see you as a pawn.” He chuckled. “I would be an idiot to try to manipulate you now. You’d be far too much trouble,” he teased.

A small smile cracked (Y/N)’s face. “Yeah, I’m pretty at causing trouble. That’s the entire reason I’m here: to make trouble for Lokis.”

“Well, then you won’t be in trouble, you’re doing exactly that,” said Loki, smirking.

(Y/N) smiled. It might not have been an apology perse, but it was enough. It was, however, Loki acknowledging that he didn’t see her as a pawn (still, of course, using playfulness to deflect from the vulnerability of honesty). And that was what (Y/N) wanted.

The door of Renslayer’s office opened, and Mobius walked out. He whistled at them to get up. Loki hurried after him.

“You’re probably wondering what happened out on the mission,” said Loki. Mobius just kept walking, annoyed at Loki’s behavior.

And he’s back to acting all tough and clever. (Y/N) smiled to herself. Well, at least I got to see a glimpse of another part of him. Makes him a bit easier to get along with. Still isn’t going to stop me from teasing him, though. Has to be someone to bring him down a few pegs.

“That was your first lesson in catching a Loki,” said Loki. “Expect the expected. Half the fun of being a trickster is knowing everyone knows you’re a trickster, and, then, many of your tricks can come from exploiting the fact that they already know—”

“Okay! Just shut up,” snapped Mobius. “Please. What happened to the guy I met on the elevator? Who didn’t like to talk? Remember him? Now I’m stuck with this guy who won’t stop yacking away about what makes a Loki tick. At least (Y/N) knows when to listen!”

Mostly because I’m figuring out your weaknesses too so I can escape.

“But isn’t that precisely why I’m here?” asked Loki.

“No, I don’t care what makes you tick,” said Mobius. “You and (Y/N) are here to help me catch the superior version of you, Loki! That’s it!”

“Hang on!” exclaimed Loki. “I’m not sure ‘superior’ is actually quite the right word.”

Mobius turned on Loki in front of an elevator. “See? There it is. Right there. I believed, stupidly, that insecure need for validation would motivate you to find the killer. Not cause you care about the TVA mission or bein’ a hero, but because you know this Variant is better than you and you can’t take it. But it seems (Y/N) is the only one of you who is making any effort to be better! And while she has just as many issues as you, at least she’s not blind and making things worse for everyone!”

(Y/N) winced. Even if Loki and I did just get along, he’s not going to like the implication of anyone, especially me, being better than him in any way.

“Very nice,” said Loki. He fiddled with Mobius’s tie. “I mean, it is adorable that you think you could possibly manipulate me. I’m ten steps ahead of you. I’ve been playing a game of my own all along!” He nodded, pleased with himself.

Mobius sighed and pinched his brow. “(Y/N), make a point.”

(Y/N) glanced at him uncomfortably. “Umm, I really don’t want to get in another argume—”

“Now.” Mobius wasn’t in the mood for sparing Loki’s feelings.

Shifting uneasily, (Y/N) cleared her throat. “Loki…When Mobius brought up seeing the Time-Keeper’s earlier, your face lit up. Then, you compared them to Gods, making it clear you thought of yourself on par with them. Finally, you said the other Loki would want to team up with you to overthrow the Time-Keepers to take over the TVA. It’s pretty obvious you yourself want to take control of the TVA.” Loki’s face fell, and (Y/N) grimaced. We had just been getting along…

“A double-cross by history’s most reliable liar,” said Mobius pointedly.

“Fine,” said Loki. “Then why were you sticking your neck out for me in there?”

“I’ll give you two options, and you can believe whichever one you want,” said Mobius. He stepped closer to Loki. “For you? A) Because I see a scared little boy, shivering in the cold. And you kind of feel bad for that ice runt.” Loki’s eyes widened. “Or B) I just wanna catch this guy, and I’ll tell you whatever I need to tell you.” Mobius narrowed his eyes. “And let’s not forget that the more you act up, the more you endanger (Y/N)’s position too!”

(Y/N) frowned. “But I helped!” She turned to Loki. “Sorry.”

“No, no, I don’t understand either,” said Loki.

Mobius sighed. “Look, what I’ve done, bringing you two along, is very controversial. Everyone is looking for a reason to get rid of you two. And they’ll use the mistake of one of you two punish the other.”

“Shit,” sighed (Y/N), running her hand through her hair.

“So both of you better be on your best behavior or you’re in trouble,” said Mobius, stepping into the elevator.

“We don’t need sympathy,” said Loki.

“Good, cause I’m runnin’ out of it.” The doors slid closed.

“What is this? The next step of your manipulation?” asked Loki as they stepped off the lift.

“This is the final step. Your last chance,” said Mobius. “And it’s definitely a test for (Y/N). Renslayer isn’t sure you’ll be able to figure out a Variant Loki’s mind quite like this one’s.”

“I’m offended,” muttered (Y/N).

“What does our desperate last chance require?” questioned Loki.

“Work,” said Mobius.

(Y/N) groaned as they walked into a room filled with boxes upon boxes of evidence and files.

“I need you to go over each and every one of the Variant’s case files, and then, give my your…How do I put it? Your unique perspective on the Variant Loki,” said Mobius. “Who knows? Maybe there’s something that we missed.”

“Well, you’re idiots. I suspect you probably missed a lot,” quipped Loki.

“With their myopic view, definitely,” said (Y/N).

“That’s why I’m lucky I got ya for a bit longer,” said Mobius, sighing. He stopped in front of a table piled high with files. “Let me park ya at this desk. And don’t be afraid to really lean into this work. Here’s a good trick for you, Loki: Pretend your life depends on it.” He patted the on the back. “I’m gonna get a snack.”

Sighing, (Y/N) slumped down in a chair alongside Loki. She flipped open a file and began reading. Over and over, the pattern repeated. Time crawled by at a snail’s pace.

“And another group of Minutemen were ambushed, surprise surprise,” muttered (Y/N) on what felt like the hundredth report.

“Stole the reset charge as well?” said Loki monotonously, already knowing the reason.

“Yep.”

A librarian shushed them violently. Loki and (Y/N) looked at her and shushed her right back. (Y/N) let the files fall the table and stood up.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Where are you off to?”

“I’m going to ask a question. At this point, anything’s better than dying of boredom, and I’d rather do something interesting and helpful for myself,” said (Y/N). She walked over to a librarian’s desk. She tapped the bell repeatedly until the librarian grabbed it so it would stop ringing. (Y/N) smiled innocently.

“Can I help you?” snipped the librarian.

“Yeah, can I have the files on the founding of the TVA?” asked (Y/N).

“Those are classified.” The woman’s deadpan stare didn’t wave.

“Then give me the files on the beginning of time,” said (Y/N).

“Those are classified.”

“End of time?”

“Those are classified.”

“Is that all you say?” Silence. (Y/N) sighed. “What can I have?”

The woman sighed before standing up and silently led her to a shelf. She pulled out a few files and put them in (Y/N)’s hands. “Happy reading.”

(Y/N) huffed as she saw the files were only on her and Loki. She walked back to the table and sat down. “I hate this place.”

“I take it you didn’t have any luck?” said Loki.

“I want to know the truth about this place, but they hide all the information. I’m surprised everyone just goes along with what they’re told,” said (Y/N). Sighing, she shook her head and held up the files she got. “Here, I at least got this. Might be more interesting than what we’re doing now.” She smiled playfully. “And I thought reading about you, well, another version of you, your timeline—fuck, this is confusing.” She tossed Loki’s to him. “Just read.”

Loki chuckled, and his eyes softened for a moment as they met hers. They were quiet for a moment before turning to their files. The first words that stared up at them in alarming red letters were “DESTRUCTION OF ASGARD.” The details were worse. (Y/N) saw the words “full planetary destruction” and “entire civilization annihilated.” Swallowing hard, Loki blinked away the gathering tears. A mournful look appeared on (Y/N) face.

“Loki…I’m so sorry…” She reached across the table and gently touched his hand. It was a bare brush across his hand, but it was there. Loki just met her gaze with his teary eyes. Unable to say anything more, (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down. She frowned, drew her hand back, and held the file up. A particular line reading “zero variance energy detected” had caught her eye. Her eyes widened as she made a connection. “Loki…look.” She held up the paper. “Nothing was detected during an apocalypse.”

Loki blinked before straightened. “Oh…Oh!” He smirked, pushing aside his sadness. “It appears we uncovered something interesting after all.”

He’s hiding his emotions… “Guess we have something to show Mobius.” She stood up and gathered the files. “Let’s go.” If he doesn’t want to face his pain, I can respect that…I won’t push.

“We found something,” said Loki as they entered the cafeteria and walked straight to Mobius.

“Correction: I found something,” said (Y/N), waving the file in her hand.

“Well, you wouldn’t have seen it if I wasn’t…You wouldn’t have seen it if I wasn’t there,” said Loki.

“And yet I made the connection,” hummed (Y/N). She smirked. “I think that means I found it.”

Mobius sighed. “I thought I told you two to not bother me until you’d read all the files.”

“We did,” said Loki.

“Every file?” Mobius sounded incredulous.

“Yes!” Loki was indignant.

“Pertaining to the Variant?”

“Doesn’t matter,” interrupted (Y/N), “because the answer wasn’t in the files. It was on the timeline!” She sat down with Loki. They were so excited to share their discovery that they couldn’t be bothered to fight more.

I can’t decide whether I want them to be this in synch or not…thought Mobius.

“The Variant is hiding in apocalypses,” said (Y/N).

“Which apocalypse?” Mobius looked at them blankly. “Any time in history? There’s, like, a million of em.”

“Ragnarok. Are you familiar?” said Loki.

“Yes. The destruction of Asgard and most of its people. I’m sorry,” said Mobius.

“Yes, very sad,” said Loki, becoming quieter and softer. “Anyway, it got me thinking—” (Y/N) coughed “—us thinking—” She coughed louder “—alright, (Y/N) thinking.”

“Go ahead.” Mobius sat back.

“Nexus events occur when people do something they’re not supposed to, right?” said (Y/N).

“Well, it’s a little more complicated, but yeah,” said Mobius.

“And then there’s a ripple effect from their one action, right? A bunch of things that aren’t supposed to happen start happening until a new timeline branches,” continued (Y/N).

“Chaotic altercations of a predetermined outcome.” Mobius nodded.

“Big words for the same concept,” said (Y/N). She began looking at the table in front of her. “Let’s say…”

“What are you doing?” asked Mobius as Loki jumped in and took his salad.

“Your salad is Asgard in this scenario,” said Loki, picking up on where (Y/N) was going.

“It’s not Asgard; it’s my lunch. I want that salad,” said Mobius, sighing.

“It’s a metaphor, just hang in there,” said Loki.

“Now, we could go to Asgard before Ragnarok destroys everything and do anything we wanted,” said (Y/N).

“Push Hulk off the Rainbow Bridge,” suggested Loki, shaking some salt into the salad while Mobius protested.

“Right, and I could drink all the Asgardian wine I wanted,” said (Y/N), shaking pepper into the salad.

“No, just stop,” said Mobius mournfully as his lunch was ruined. “Don’t drink the wine.”

“We could do whatever we want to do, and it would never matter,” said Loki.

“It wouldn’t go against the dictates of the timeline because…” (Y/N) shook the soda and found it was empty. Grabbing a milk carton from a nearby table (the poor secretary was confused), she returned and held it up. “Because the apocalypse is coming.”

“Surtur destroys Asgard no matter what we do,” explained Loki. (Y/N) poured the milk into the salad.

“No, don’t do—!” Mobius sighed in resignation.

“There’s the apocalypse,” said (Y/N).

“That’s the apocalypse?”

“Ragnarok destroys the salt and pepper,” said (Y/N).

“There it is!” chirped Loki. The two smiled at Mobius, very pleased with themselves.

“What am I looking at?” asked Mobius, staring at his milky salad.

“Okay, it was a clumsy metaphor, but you see what we mean,” said Loki.

“It doesn’t matter what apocalypse it is. Tidal wave, meteor, fire, volcanoes, supernova, anything,” said (Y/N) excitedly. “If everything is going to be destroyed soon, then it doesn’t matter what we do because the timeline won’t branch. The Variant could be in an apocalypse and doing whatever he wants, and we wouldn’t know.” Mobius frowned. “Think about it this way, it doesn’t matter if we create a ripple in a pond if the pond is taking away.”

“Perhaps we should have started with that metaphor,” remarked Loki.

“Probably,” said (Y/N).

“Not bad,” admitted Mobius.

“Take us to a real apocalypse, to Ragnarok, we’ll show you!” said Loki.

Mobius chuckled. “Yeah. So you can run away back to your homeland? No.”

“Better try than last time,” said (Y/N).

“I’m not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse, said Mobius.

“Oh, Mobius, come on!” complained Loki. “What could possible go wrong?”

“We have to test this theory,” said (Y/N).

“Oh, god.” Mobius sighed. “You’re on the same side on this. I’m hate it.” He crossed his arms. “How do I know Loki isn’t going to just going to stab me in the back?”

“Because I would stop him. I like you,” said (Y/N).

Loki snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Exactly!”

“(Y/N), you might not lie as much as him, but you still might just…leave,” pointed out Mobius. “Abandon us for some new adventure.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “That’s fair.”

“Look, if you don’t trust us, you can trust one thing.” Loki held up a single finger. “We love to be right.” Shrugging admittedly, (Y/N) nodded. Mobius pinched the bridge of his nose.

#portal to my heart #mcu loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #tva #loki tv #loki series #loki show #mcu fic #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel

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id-kneel-for-loki · 2 years

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hot take about the reoccurring problem with phase 4

okay hear me out- I know I've personally heard quite a bit of people talk about their dissatisfaction with many of the new shows and movies that marvel has been pumping out, and I just wanted to articulate one of the reasons why this has been happening. In particular, I want to highlight the reason why so many of the shows leave me (and others) with an uncomfortable feeling.

It's because of the way they treat the characters that have been established over years.

At this point in the mcu, it’s very apparent and obvious that each project is a buildup for a future project, and because of this, they want to introduce new “replacements” for the main characters of the shows. Very often, the shows spend more time focusing on the obvious replacement than actually exploring the backstory of the heroes that we’ve been following for years now.

now, I don’t want to completely push this aside because in some instances, it’s worked. I’m personally a really big fan of Yelena and how she’s portrayed. However, they use this “bait-and-switch” technique in almost every. single. show.

but the bigger issue that I think people have is the way that the shows undermine and demean the “main characters” to build up their “replacements”. To build a strong character, it’s not necessary to humiliate an already established and beloved character. a strong character should have an arc that focuses on exploring their weaknesses, rather than an arc showing how they’re better and superior than someone else.

for example, in the “loki” show, there’s quite a bit of emphasis on how much stronger sylvie is than loki, even though in the context of the mcu it doesn’t make sense. loki is a frost giant that could take on captain america and other heroes in the first avengers movie, has an unexplored potential of magical powers, and is cunning and mischievous- and yet he is defeated so easily by tva agents. the fact that he got pushed around so easily (especially in the loop cycle) just doesn't make any sense to me. the show spends an ungodly amount of time emphasizing the difference in strength between loki and Sylvie, and I think that building up Sylvie’s character could have been done in a much better way that didn’t leave everyone wondering where the hell angry, hell-bent-on-revenge 2012 loki was. and my god, don’t even get me started on the selfcest.

the most prominent example, though, would probably be the first episode of “she-hulk”, where Jen argues that because she gets catcalled and ‘mansplained’ to, she has to deal with suppressing her anger infinitely more than bruce. now mind you, bruce is the same guy who has been subject to government experimentation, on the run from shady-ass government organizations for years, has tried to commit suicide by sticking a gun in his mouth and failed, and has lost some of his closest friends and loved ones. the sad thing is, this was such a missed opportunity because instead of spouting some bullshit answer about what makes her angry, Jen could have used this moment to talk about having to suppress her anger as a lawyer when she sees murderers walk free, defending people who are in the wrong because she got paid to do so, innocent people being locked up or charged incorrectly. but no, that would ground the show in too much reality because apparently, the writers of the show didn’t even do their homework about any legal jargon. I really wish I was kidding, but unfortunately I'm not. also, how does it make sense that a guy who has punched an enormous alien space whale in the face get run over and pushed to the side by a jeep??

the writers of these shows shit on characters that are loved by audiences to build up new characters, and that is one of the biggest issues that people have with the writing. also, the many of the hit-and-miss jokes don’t make the dialogue any better.

I understand that the mcu is heavily focusing on bringing in new faces to the screen, but in doing so, they are ruining already established characters that are the reason many people watch these shows in the first place.

sorry for the long rant, but I really had to get this off my chest

#avengers #marvel #mcu #loki #marvel shows #marvel movies #unpopular opinion #unpopular marvel opinions #marvel unpopular opinion #marvel phase 4 #she hulk #yelena #hulk #sorry for the long rant #sorry not sorry though #I got really heated #I hope this somewhat made sense

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lilithscontemplations · 3 years

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So let's recap:

5 minutes of Loki and Sylvie wandering aimlessly in that castle.

35 minutes of The One That Remains (I suppose that's Kang?) talking and chuckling and making dramatic pauses while Loki and Sylvie sit there like bad kids in the principal's office.

The One That Remains saying: I kNoW EvErYtHiNg! followed by AnYtHiNg CaN HaPpEn NoW! five minutes later. (What's with the thunder? What changed? Why didn't he know the future anymore? Yeah, let's just sweep that under the carpet).

3 minutes of unimpressive fighting between the Loki who knows magic because his mother thought him but doesn't seem to use it (except to impress hot chicks with fireworks) and the Loki who claimed to only know 1 magic mind trick but then goes to use some offensive energy blasts...

1 "heartfelt" moment that made me roll my eyes and made no sense

1 one big cliché: We-love-each-other-but-we'll-fight-each-other-because-we-have-trust-issues-and-then-we'll-kiss-each-other-but we'll-still-betray-each-other.

Completely random and unexplained things happening at the TVA... (and even if the Timeline there is different now (why??) how come Mobius doesn't recognise Loki? Didn't he ever chased Loki variants there? Are there no Lokis in that timeline? Loki didn't invade New York? But hey, who needs logic anyway...)

And finally the biggest disappointment:

Where is the scene of original Loki in the Throne room??!! and the moment when he flips and says Glorious?!

I guess it was trailer bait only! I thought he was going to be the big villain (and the only good thing about this episode is that he's not) but I was looking forward to seeing original Loki for a few minutes. It was the one small gift I though we get from this terrible series and I've been waiting for it ever since I saw episode 1 and my fears about how it would look were confirmed.

I guess I must accept that as far as Disney goes original Loki is gone.

I wonder if Loki ever shows up in a MCU movie whether we'd get this Loki or something closer to the original.

#they get 1 point though for not making Tom-Loki the betrayer #although I was kind of rooting for him to kill Sylvie #I never managed to like her #Probably because they tried to make her the superior Loki #this series is like very bad fanfiction #Loki series negativity #Loki spoilers #loki series spoilers

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A/N: You asked, I delivered. Enjoy! ;-)

Words: 3538 Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, slave!Reader, evil!President Loki, threesome

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Additional NSFW warnings: oral (male receiving), CMNF, double penetration, slight humiliation, anal

“Ah. Which one of us are you?” Another Loki. You swallowed thickly, not quite daring to look up from the grass shivering in the wind Alioth’s breath was causing.

Life was bad enough as a Variant. But it was even worse in the void. It was death, fear and suffering and it was only because of Loki that you were still alive. He had picked you up like scrap metal, studying you like you were some sort of interesting artefact and then, he had taken you under his wing. As a servant. A slave. A pet.

“This is a nightmare.” You heard the Variant say. Your lips parted upon recognising it was the same voice as the one belonging to the dominant and dangerous man who had claimed ownership over you. When you finally lifted your head timidly, you were faced with what appeared like a mirror—only the new Loki was wearing a dirty TVA suit.

Forcing a deep breath into your lungs, you took a step back. The Lokis originating from the sacred timeline were the most dangerous.

“Well, come on then. We don’t want to end up as Alioth’s dinner, now do we?” President Loki pulled his hands out of his pockets, smirking at the new Variant like a cat that got the cream. You knew exactly what he saw. A new ally, a new recruit, a new subject. More power. You swallowed once more, following him obediently.

“What is this? Where am I?”

“This is the void,” President Loki explained casually, “the place everything the TVA prunes ends up in. Congratulations.”

“Right. So you are all Lokis? From different timelines?”

“That we are. There’s the, uh… lesser kind of us and then…” His voice got even deeper, sending a shiver up and down your spine. “Then there’s us. The superior Lokis. You and me together, it seems.”

It was brief and it was gone when you blinked. Was the new Loki… appalled? That was unusual, to say the least. They were normally hostile, eager for dominance and the upper hand.

“What’s the plan then? How do we get out of here?”

President Loki laughed. “We don’t. We merely survive.”

“What?”

“We survive. No one leaves this place.”

“Well, have you—“

“Oh, trust me. We have tried,” he interrupted him, “and it’s impossible to escape the void. So we made it our purpose to survive, to rule this place as we should. What else is there to do?” Your heart skipped a beat when with a start, the new Loki’s glance caught your small form—compared to President Loki’s, anyway. He eyed you up and down curiously, hesitating and probably wondering if you were a Loki Variant too.

He said nothing, however, continuing to ask President Loki thousands of questions instead—even once you finally stopped in the provisory home the evil Variant had built himself in the battered remnants of former timelines.

“Enough. I am beginning to think you are not even a Loki despite the fact you look like me. Why do you want to return to the TVA so badly anyway?” President Loki shook his head, annoyance swinging in his dark voice. “Now…” He gestured towards the somewhat comfortable sitting area before making himself comfortable. The new Loki followed him somewhat suspiciously, something they seemed to have in common at least. In the meantime, the other Lokis hurried out of the throne room, giving you the privacy that President Loki always demanded.

In the meantime, you knelt down next to President Loki, taking your usual spot and position. Hands in your lap, back straight, head down, facing him. You could practically feel the new Variant’s gaze on you.

“Ah, you like her?” You heard President Loki say. “I found here in midst of all the debris a while ago. Broken little thing. A human—and I gave her a new purpose.” He mused, patting your head as he did. “Go on. Give her a try.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Loki had never shared you with anyone before. You were not quite sure whether it was because of the fact this new Loki Variant looked exactly like him or if it was because he felt like he had to try a little harder to convince this particular Loki of his superiority.

In any case, you knew what you had to do. Glaring up at your master timidly, you waited for his court nod before crawling over to the Variant to put your palms on his knees. You had done this so many times now. Why were you feeling nervous? Biting your lower lip, you began to undo his trousers to free his length. Unlike President Loki whenever he asked for your mouth, he wasn’t hard at all. Yet.

“I’m not sure this is…” But his words got caught in his throat the very moment you wrapped your hand around his soft member and started pampering it with gentle strokes to get him worked up. Loki gasped, his lips parted as he watched you play with his most intimate body part, subconsciously spreading his legs further to give you more space and better access.

From then on, it did not take him long to get hard. The Loki Variant groaned when you finally leaned down and closed your lips around his tip, giving his slit a few playful strokes with your tongue before sinking his erection further into your mouth. Slowly at first, you continued to suck him off, hollowing your cheeks and making up for what you could not take with your hand while the other busied itself with his swelling balls, caressing them with skilled movements of your fingers—all the while President Loki smirked at the spectacle unfolding, his own trousers tightening upon watching his little pet practically pleasuring a clone of himself.

Loki threw his head back, silent moans escaping his throat when you grew more eager and picked up the pace until one of his hands came up to rest on the back of your head, forcing his length deeper into your mouth and taking over control.

Saliva was dripping down your chin, your gag reflex building when his erratic thrusts threatened to push past your comfort zone and yet, he was surprisingly careful with you. He soon got lost in his pleasure, nearing his climax at the same pace you knew your Loki would. He stilled when he came, jerking inside your mouth and spurting his warm seed down your throat as he pushed back so far you did end up gagging, leaving you no choice but to swallow all he had to offer you.

President Loki usually expressed his disappointment with you when you failed to swallow it all but this Loki didn’t seem to mind when you coughed and gasped for air when he finally released you, the rest of his cum dribbling down your chin and onto your clothes.

A few seconds of utter silence followed and then, President Loki chuckled darkly. “Did you enjoy yourself, pet? Come here.”

Loki was still panting, his blue gaze following you as you made your way back to your master, allowing him to pull you back to your feet and whispering something the new Loki couldn’t quite make out in his post-orgasmic haze into your ear.

You nodded obediently. They look the same, you thought to yourself. It’ll be fine. And yet, your hands were trembling when you returned to the new Variant and gently pushed him back until he came to lie on his back, with his feet still firmly on the ground.

President Loki never allowed you to wear any kind of underwear. There was no point, he said and you had no other choice but to agree. Your skirt wasn’t the prettiest but it gave him easy access and, much to your embarrassment, you never ruined any of your knickers with the arousal that followed pleasuring your king. Truth be told, he was a marvellously skilled lover and if only he wanted to, he could make you scream. Every now and then, his fingers would play your cunt like an instrument, force orgasm after orgasm from your weak human body or withhold your pleasure for so long you ended up begging him for relief with tears streaming down your face.

You took a deep breath. Straddling the new Variant, you lifted your skirt and ran your slick lips up and down his manhood. You could tell he was indecisive, the hesitation practically sparkling in his blue eyes, almost like he knew there was something not right about this. But he was also a Loki—and part of him was enjoying this. You suppressed a sigh.

If he was anything like your Loki, it would not take him much longer to recover—and you were right. He was already getting hard again, a groan leaving his lips when he noticed. He covered his eyes with his forearm for a brief moment, missing how President Loki crept up to you from behind to witness you impale yourself on his cock until you felt it press against your cervix. By this time, your Loki would have grabbed your hips already, squeezing your sensitive skin firmly enough to leave bruises and bounce you up and down on him, in utter control of how you rode him.

This Loki, however, let you take the lead. Shyly at first, you moved your hips the way you knew it would bring you pleasure as well. President Loki observed you for a while, his gaze greedy and malicious and then, out of the blue, he grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward so your face came to rest against the new Variant’s chest. You could feel his heart pounding fast, his arms coming up to embrace your small form almost immediately and almost… almost giving you a feeling of secureness before President Loki flicked his wrists and had all of your clothes disappear at once all the while you were still fucking the new Loki as best as you could from your new compromising position.

“Go on, pet. Pleasure our guest.”

It was only then you realised what his plan was but there was neither enough of time nor courage for you to protest before he lined himself up with your back entrance and firmly—but slowly, at least—guided himself into your rear.

His magic must have lubricated his cock enough for any pain to subside quickly, yet you couldn’t quite say that you liked the unfamiliar intrusion—even if the sensation of both of your holes being filled at the same time brought about a form of bliss you could never have fathomed in your wildest dreams.

Eventually, the Loki Variant grew impatient, thrusting up into you and matching his rhythm with that of President Loki who had dug his fingers into your ass cheeks so hard you could already feel the bruises forming.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when they started fucking you both more vigorously soon enough, taking their pleasure from your fragile human body as you clutched at the white and dirty fabric of the new Loki’s shirt. You could feel the familiar knot of imminent release built up in your lower stomach, your clit tingling and begging for attention and yet, your body did not need any additional stimulation to climb the ladder of orgasm higher and higher with every single powerful thrust.

“Hmm… you are so tight, pet.” President Loki purred.

Whimper upon whimper escaped your lips, with neither of them willing to slow down. It was almost too much, having them fuck you both at the same time, even more so when their strokes became frantic enough for you to realise they would cum soon. What you did not realise was how their nearly simultaneous climax triggered your own release. You moaned when your orgasm rippled through you, your walls clenching rhythmically around both Lokis’ cocks and milking them for all they were worth as they filled up both of your holes to the brim, twitching inside of you.

Sweet pain accompanied the aftershocks of your high when you dared to open your eyes, your butt not used to orgasmic contractions upon this unfamiliar intrusion. President Loki pulled out first, his cum dribbling out of your back entrance almost instantly. Your legs were shaking by the time you sat up to let the new Variant catch his breath as well but when you lifted yourself off of him, more cum staining your inner thighs, he sat up, closed his trousers up again, pulled you into his arms and made you rest on his lap sideways, like a bride.

President Loki narrowed his eyes at you. He clearly didn’t like the way the Variant was cradling you like some beloved wife.

“Get back down on your knees where you belong, pet.” He snarled as he tucked his softening cock back into his trousers too. Flinching, you scrambled off of him to do as you were told.

“You’re treating her like a dog!” The new Variant suddenly snapped. Your eyes widened. He was different. So much more different than you had initially assumed.

President Loki leaned forward. “So? She is a mortal. They are so fragile. Tell me one occasion the humans have ever made a good decision for themselves. It took her freedom and she embraced it in exchange for my protection. Midgard was prospering when I was in charge, Loki. No more wars, no more destruction of their own planet, no more crimes. She should be grateful I have taken a liking to her. And that she is, no?” He stroked your cheek, eliciting a sheepish nod from you. He was right, in a way. This was your reality now. And it was the only thing that kept you safe.

“But you took her free will in return.” The new Loki argued.

“Yes. Freedom. Freedom, life’s great lie.” He looked down at that, shame scurrying over his face. “She is better off with me in charge. I feed her, I gave her a warm place to sleep, I keep her safe.” He was right, of course. You had put your life into Loki’s hands. You could have refused to… to serve him the way he had taken interest in you but then what? You had tried, a couple of times, and it had resulted in nothing but fear, punishment and waterfalls of tears.

You had come to terms with your so-called life here and now, all of a sudden, this new Loki Variant showed up and gave you hope. Hope that things could be different again. He had been so gentle when you had sucked him off, afraid that he would break you if he thrust into your mouth too hard and he hadn’t even bothered you hadn’t been able to swallow all of his load once he had come, making a mess of yourself.

“This ends now.”

“Oh? And what do you suggest? That I let her go? Alioth would get to her within a heartbeat.” President Loki spat. “Only Lokis survive out here.”

“Well, I am going to get out of here.” His eyes locked with yours, making your heart skip a beat. “You can come with me if you like.”

Your lips parted. Freedom? Another shot at life? No sex in exchange for protection? No blowjobs in exchange for a moment of tenderness? It almost sounded too good to be true. But President Loki would never let you go. You quickly lowered your head when you noticed him glaring at you warningly.

“N-no. I’ve found a new purpose here. But thank you.”

The new Loki frowned. Not for a second did you doubt that he didn’t believe you.

The unusual Variant was gone. He had left before dusk, giving you one last apologetic glance. President Loki had been furious and it was you, of course, who had had to stand up for it. He never physically hurt you and yet, your jaw now ached with how brutally he had taken advantage of your mouth shortly after realising that the new Loki would likely turn against him and go his own way.

His boldness made you brave. What if you could join this new Loki? If you could turn your back on the void and live again, an independent life you did not have to spend on your knees? Biting your lower lip, you rose from your fairly uncomfortable position on the floor. President Loki had not wanted you to sleep in his bed with him tonight—presumably because of how tenderly the new Variant had treated you right after your threesome.

Everything was silent, even Alioth seemed to have taken a moment to rest. It would be easy to get past the two Lokis on guard tonight. They were usually too caught up in arguing over which one of them was to be in charge and command the other around than to care if anyone could be a threat to President Loki’s temporary kingdom.

So when you snuck out with both fear and excitement pumping through your veins, you remained undetected. President Loki had not given you a chance to wash up and you could still feel your inner thighs being sticky from the Lokis’ cum with every single step you took, along with a pleasant soreness—but this was going to be worth it. You just knew it. All you had to do was to find Loki. This place was empty. It shouldn’t be too hard and maybe, just maybe it was fate you did indeed soon hear voices being carried over to you by the wind. You followed the lead until three people came into view. Relief washed over you. One of them was your Loki.

Your lips parted, blood biting at your cheeks. He’s not your Loki, don’t be silly.

There were a blonde woman wearing similar clothing to President Loki’s and another man with grey hair and a scar across his nose with him. Hostile looks met you when they noticed you approaching until the Variant Loki you had already grown to like so much raised his arms to calm them.

“It’s okay, she is no threat. Are you alright?”

You nodded. “I think so.” You choked out.

“Who is that?” The woman asked.

Loki sighed. “One of our Variants kept her around as a… he enslaved her.” Our Variants. So she was a Loki too. She raised her eyebrows.

“I take it he did not let you go on his own accord.”

“N-no. And I’m scared,” you admitted, “if he wakes up and finds out I fled, he’ll…” You didn’t know what he’d do. You had never considered running away. You had resisted and fought back in the past, yes, but never attempted to try your luck alone. Not until today—until Loki. The… the real Loki.

And this Loki… this Loki had a TemPad now. He could get out of here. You could get out of here!

“Sylvie and I are staying—for now. It’s… best not to ask. Mobius will take care of you.” Loki explained. Your gaze met the grey-haired man’s and you reciprocated his friendly smile when he nodded.

“I will see you again soon,” Loki promised.

“Thank you, Loki.” You had to force your voice to be loud enough over the dull rumbling of the dark purple clouds above you. Loki smiled. He and Sylvie exchanged a meaningful look and then, after hugging Mobius goodbye, they set off.

He sighed once they were out of reach. “Alright… let’s go home. I’m sure you’re familiar with that—simply step through the portal and follow me. We’ll figure things out for you. I’m sure it wasn’t easy surrounded by all of these Lokis.” He said, making a few last adjustments to the settings of the TemPad. You turned around, staring longingly in the direction the Loki Variants had disappeared in.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine. Lokis always survive, don’t they? Come on.” Mobius gave you one last encouraging smile before activating the portal. An orange rectangle shape opened up in front of him, allowing him to step through. You took a deep breath. It was almost like you could already smell your freedom, the prospect of another chance, the excitement tingling on your skin…

Your blood froze. The tingling of your skin, it almost felt a little too familiar. It felt like magic. Like Loki’s magic.

You screamed when he materialised right behind you and grabbed you, thrashing around in his tight grip, trying to hit him, to bite him, to scratch him—to no avail. He was a god. He was too strong.

“Oh no, not so fast, pet. If you are getting out of here, then so am I. You didn’t think I’d let you get away so easily, now did you?”

“N-no! Wait! Please, no!”

“You’ll spend the rest of your pathetic mortal life trying to please me for betraying me.” He growled into your ear, his grip around you tightening even further so he could lift you off the ground.

And then, he stepped through the portal, back into the real world.

A/N: Ice, anyone? ;-)

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feralthoughtdump · 3 years

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Lover, Be Good To Me

CW: This is just smut, strap on, Loki sucking a strap, pegging, slight d/s dynamics, swearing, a little bit of praise kink, use of ‘mistress’, use of ‘puppy’, sub! Loki, maybe soft dom! reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Despite the soft fur rug, Loki’s knees ache against the floor. He feels his clasped palms become sweaty, but none of that bothers him because he knows what’s about to happen.

“Such a pretty sight to see.” She purrs. “So obedient too.”

He shifts on his knees while her fingers trace the line of his back, her light tough feeling like a tickle.

With his back straight and eager eyes, he can feel his cock harden at the praise.

His mouth water as she steps out of her skirt, revealing the large strap on.

Despite his royal standing and his power, she wields dominance over him. He worships her. Every curve and dip of her body. Every scar and mark on her skin. His power means nothing when she’s around.

As he bites his lip, he watches her wrap the leash around her wrist and tug.

“You know what to do.”

Loki crawls towards her, willing to obey every beck and call she gives him.

When he reaches her, he presses his cheek against her thigh, smiling against her warm skin.

“Such a sweet little puppy.” She runs her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails. “Don’t you agree?”

The gentleness of her voice stirs the arousal inside of him. He loves it. The way she praises him, the way she cares for him.

He looks up at her with doe eyes and nods.

“Yes, Mistress.” He says.

Submitting to her was always a treat, regardless of how rough she can be.

He whines when she tugs the leash a bit harder, the chain clinking against the metal tag on his collar.

Despite her gentleness, she finds this all kind of amusing. The prince of Asgard, a trickster god, on his knees, giving himself to her, a mere mortal. All of his arrogance, his air of superiority, washed away to reveal his submissive nature.

She traces his Cupid’s bow with her fingers and he pokes his tongue out to playfully lick them.

“You want my fingers darling?”

He nods his head, already heavy-lidded.

“Ask nicely.”

He tilts his head up to meet her eyes.

“Please, Mistress. Can you put your fingers in my mouth?”

Her smile is gentle when she slips a finger past his lips.

His eyes shut as he swirls his tongue around her digit.

A needy whine passes through his lips when she pulls her hand away but he quickly quiets down when he feels her pointer and middle finger press down on his tongue.

She hums.

“You like having something to suck on, sweetheart? Like having your mouth filled?”

He moans around her fingers, all needy and desperate.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

A pout crosses his face when he finds his mouth once again, empty.

“Oh, don’t cry, puppy.” She caresses his face with a cool hand. “I’ll give you something much better to suck on.”

He noses at the silicone cock and she chuckles.

“You know what to do. Open up.” She demands.

She shoves the strap past his lips and he obediently sucks on it, slicking it up with his saliva.

A groan passes her lips.

“Fuck, puppy, you really want it, don’t you?”

He closes his eyes and obediently sucks on it, an occasional gag echoing through the room.

She pushes her hips forward, forcing the strap to the back of his throat

He pulls away with a gasp, spit dripping down his swollen lips.

She slaps the strap against his cheek.

“Come on, put it back in.” She orders.

He wraps his lips around it once more, bobbing his head, eyes screwing shut. It was toeing the line of being a bit too big for his mouth, but he doesn’t object.

“Eyes up here, Mistress wants to see that pretty face.”

He blinks his watery eyes open, tears starting to stream down his face.

She lets go of the leash to gently wipe his tears away.

“Oh love,” She murmurs. “You’re such a pretty crier, you know that?”

Her hands still his head and she thrusts into his mouth. He chokes and grabs at her thighs but he quickly clasps them back in his lap at a loud “hands off.”

“Get it wet.” She barks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She thrusts her hips against his face at a brutal pace, the sounds of gagging and choking filling the room.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.” She murmurs, “so, so pretty.”

He hums in bliss and sucks harder, ignoring his struggle to breathe.

She pulls at his hair, pulling him off of the strap.

“Now,” she gives the leash a downward tug. “Bend over. Mistress wants to fuck your pretty ass.”

As he settles on his hands and knees, she pulls the leash forward.

“No, like this.” He yelps when his face is pressed against the cool marble. “Much better.”

Loki bites his lip in anticipation when she traces her fingers down his back.

A cry leaves his lips when she slowly presses a wet finger in his hole.

“Hush.” She grabs his hip, nails digging into his skin. “You’re so tight, I have to open you up first.”

It hurts in the best way, the stretch increasing the ache within him.

This goes on for what feels like forever. He realizes that she’s using this as an opportunity to tease him. Get him as desperate as possible.

Loki hates to admit it, but it’s working. He could probably cum right this moment, but he’s aware of what will happen.

The bruises on his ass and thighs only recently just faded. He shivers at the memory.

A second finger pushes inside of him and he gasps.

He wails in both pain and pleasure when she scissors her fingers, opening him up.

“Oh, puppy,” she coos, “how are you supposed to take my cock if you can barely handle two of my fingers?”

“I can take it.” He whines. “I-“

His words are cut off with a sob when she lands a hard smack on his ass.

“Did I ask you to speak?” She retorts. “You were so good earlier, but if you want to misbehave, I could just shove a toy in your ass and refuse to touch you. Would you like that, darling?”

He viciously shakes his head, the thought of losing her touch was painful. He’d rather get ruthlessly spanked.

“No! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Her gentle voice returns.

“‘Mmm. I know you can be a good boy. Just relax, I’ll take such good care of you.”

He tries not to clench around her fingers, but when she presses against his prostate, he can’t help it.

“Come on, relax. It’ll feel a lot better.”

He takes a deep breath and tries his best to release the tension in his body.

“Ooh, much better.” She hums. “Does that feel nice?”

He takes shallow breaths and nods.

“Yes.”

“Good. Very good.”

He feels her fingers slip out of him, only to be replaced with something much larger nudging at his hole.

Loki whimpers when she slowly pushes her strap in. Despite preparing him with her fingers, the stretch still hurt. He hisses and curls his fingers into fists.

“Oh puppy,” she coos, rubbing his hip. “Does that hurt?”

He nods his head

“Yes, mistress.”

“But does it feel good?”

He gasps when she pushes in deeper.

“So good.” He cries. “It feels so good.”

“So cute.” She sneers. “Falling apart on my cock.” Her hand tightens on the leash to give her more leverage. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit on that golden throne of yours for days.”

Her hips thrust forward, pushing the rest of her strap into him.

Loki yelps and a tear slides down his cheek.

“Fuck.” He whines. “Feels- feels so good.”

“Mm. I bet I can make you feel better.”

One of her hands slides around his thigh and a finger traces up the length of his cock.

Loki throws his head back with a groan. The sensation of being stretched around her strap as well as her playfully teasing his cock overwhelms him.

She pulls at the leash with a rough hand and his back is flushed to her chest.

A hand grips his chin to turn his face to her and he’s met with her mouth pressing against his.

The angle at which she’s fucking him pushes the strap deeper, making him whine and sob into her mouth.

“Such a good boy.” She gasps. “Taking my cock so well.”

He’s borderline out of breath, the only sounds being gaspy breaths and whimpers.

“Are you a good boy?” She growls into his ear. When she doesn’t receive a response, she lands a loud slap on his ass. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” He sobs. “I’m a good boy! I’m your good boy.”

Her thrusts into him quicken and she squeezes her hand tighter around his cock.

“Then be a good boy and cum. Cum all over my hand.”

“I-” He pants, “I can cum?”

She wraps her arm around his hips and pulls him down on her cock, the tip pressing against his prostate.

“Aww, even when you’re falling apart, you’re still so good for me.” She licks a stripe up his neck. “Of course you can cum.”

He squirms as she pumps her hand, slick with spit and precum, up and down his cock. The pressure building inside of him was becoming far too much as he tumbles over the edge, sobbing as hot spurts of cum cover her hand and his stomach.

He rolls onto his back, careful not to get his cum on the floor. She holds herself up with her arms, panting and sweating from the physical exertion.

After a minute, she removes the harness and crawls over to him. He whines, overly sensitive when she licks off the cum from his stomach.

She gently cradles his face in her hands and shushes him.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She coos. “I’m right here.”

He relaxes into her touch and lets her rub her thumb across his tear-stained cheek.

“You were so good for me.” She murmurs. “You took me so well. Such a good boy.”

She frowns at the sight of his knees. Tenderly, she grazes her fingers over the bruises about to form.

“I think I’ll need to get you a cushion. Don’t want you hurting more than you have to.”

He tiredly whines and tugs her towards him.

“It’s okay. I like it.”

His grip on her tightens when she tries to get up.

“Love, I need to get you some water.” She nuzzles into his neck. “You had a long night.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He whimpers. “Please don’t go.”

She sighs and cradles his head against her chest.

“I won’t, I’ll stay with you.”

Her gentle hands card through his hair, slowing his rapidly beating heart. As his breath slows, she calmly unbuckles the collar around his neck and tosses it aside.

“I’ll just clean you up in the morning.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Get some rest, darling.”

She doesn’t sleep until he relaxes into her body, warm breath tickling her skin. Her fingers card through his sweaty hair, the locks feeling soft in her hands. Slowly, she lets her eyes close, sleep overtaking her tired body.

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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normal grocery store situation

summary: this is what it looks like when peter and y/n are sent to the grocery store to get some groceries for the others

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: this is the most random thing, i won’t even bother to tag anyone lmao but i was watching the match tonight and had to do something before i just sat there punching air lol enjoy x

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“Did you find a cream yet for that nasty rash you showed me earlier? I’m sure there’s something to stop the oozing.”

Peter stopped dead in his track and shot you a glare.

“It was funny the first time. Now you’re just the weirdo that keeps bringing up my rash.” He made sure to air quote the last word although it was just the two of you in the cereal aisle.

Smirking, you pushed the cart forward and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “It’s still your rash, buddy. All yours.”

You smiled sweetly as an old lady passed you, looking mildly horrified when you added, “That’s what you get for running around naked in alleyways.”

Peter’s groan was music to your ears. You didn’t even wait until she had hurried around the corner before bursting out laughing.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” said Peter flatly.

You shrugged. “You should know. Considering that’s where the rash is.”

Not a second later, you felt your ankle knock into something, making you trip and stumble into a shelf. Boxes of cereal toppled to the floor, making a glorious mess around you.

You glared up at Peter but he simply stared back with a blank face. The corner of his mouth just tugged slightly upward as he grabbed the cart and strolled past you, whistling.

After you had painstakingly put everything back, you found Peter in front of the spice section. He was holding two jars in each hand, skimming their labels as if they contained the secret to the universe.

“Do you know what Pepper uses for her noodles?” A faint crease appeared between his brows.

You gave him a sidelong glance. “You mean what she puts in the water when boiling noodles?”

He nodded.

“Salt,” you replied. “She puts salt in the water.”

His brows shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Positive.” You scanned the shelf for some cinnamon since Bucky wanted to try out a new recipe.

“How come it tastes so much better than Steve’s noodles?” Peter put the spices back and pushed the cart along, walking in front of you.

You stared at the back of his head in disbelief. “Because he doesn’t put salt in the– you’re messing with me, right?” Yesterday you had witnessed Peter win an argument against Tony about powering one of his suits with potatoes. It was hard to believe that he couldn’t piece this together.

But Peter merely shrugged, grabbing two pints of your favourite ice cream, and placed them in the cart. “There’s no way it can make that much of a difference. It’s just salt.”

“You know that salt enhances flavour, right?” You watched as he added two more pints of Nat’s favourite ice cream and crossed them off the shopping list. Then he aimed for the aisle with the sweets.

“Well, yeah, but it tastes significantly better. I’ve watched them both cook the same pasta with the same ingredients. Pepper’s spaghetti still tastes miles better.”

You held up two chocolate bars for Peter to choose. “That’s just because Cap is shit at cooking. He always burns the sauce.”

Peter picked the one with nuts and hummed as if reminiscing on a memory. “He does make scrubbing the pots look like an upper body work out.”

You grinned and reached over to hand him a jar of honey. “Do you know why Loki keeps asking for honey? We already have a whole stack at home.”

“Not sure,” Peter replied, eyeing the label before placing it in the cart. “Maybe he’s just hoarding them. Did you know that honey never goes bad? They found 3,000-year-old honey while excavating tombs in Egypt, and it was perfectly edible. It could definitely outlive Bucky and Steve if we let it.”

You arched an eyebrow. “All I’m hearing is that Loki’s probably trying to figure out a way to achieve immortality.” You pointed out a funny looking advertisement in passing and Peter chuckled. “Should we stop him?”

“From smothering himself in honey?” Peter looked appalled. “Absolutely not.”

You nodded wisely and let Peter take your hand. The other one he used to push the cart.

After you had found a couple other items, you pursed your lips and mused, “Do you think that’s why bees are okay with working all their lives? I’ve read that one bee will only make 1/12 of a teaspoon on honey in its entire life.”

“You mean because they know their work will outlive humanity and become their immortal legacy?” Peter stopped and mindlessly ran his fingers along his jawline, pondering. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh, look! They have that special edition fabric softener that Thor loves so much.”

“Wait, for real?” You followed him excitedly.

After a lively discussion about whether or not birch water and botanicals was the superior smell, you had settled for lavender and vanilla bean instead to play it safe.

“I still can’t believe you thought that combination of yeast smelled good,” Peter teased, his face scrunched up in a grimace.

“Just let it go.” You sighed, but Peter held up both hands with a smirk.

“I’m just saying, there’s no point in washing your clothes only to make them smell like your backyard. Might as well roll around in dirt.”

“Is that how you got your butt rash?” You asked sweetly as Peter blinked slowly before turning his head to see the same old lady from before. She stared at him with wide eyes before scurrying away.

You laughed quietly into your hand as Peter turned back around. He tried to glare at you, but the twinkle of amusement in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

Still, he shouldered past you and slid his hands into his pockets, murmuring, “We’re never coming back to this store.”

It only made you laugh harder.

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stay hydrated guys

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years

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An Unfortunate Predicament - Part 2

I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of likes on my last post, and so I was inspired to continue yesterday's fic and write a part 2... The ideas flow while I'm writing the lead-in portion, and then I get to the tickling part and my brain goes ----does not compute---- and short circuits, so... hopefully this turned out ok!

Part one is here

Word count: 2300

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You weren’t sure if he actually expected that you would willingly come down to greet the Avengers when they arrived home that evening, just so that you could keep your end of the deal. Regardless, you weren’t dumb enough to come out of your room when you finally heard the commotion that was your teammates entering the tower (mostly because Thor’s boisterous voice echoed in every corner of the building.) Just to be on the safe side, you remained in your room for the rest of the evening, scrolling through your phone and watching some TV to keep yourself entertained.

The following morning, you awoke to your stomach growling so loudly you thought Wanda could probably hear it through the wall in her room next door. Having hidden away for the entire evening, you realized you hadn’t eaten an actual meal last night, having only munched on some chips you had stashed away in your desk for when you got hungry while you worked. Reluctantly, you knew you would have to actually exit your room if you wanted to get some breakfast.

Besides – he must have forgotten by now, right?

… Of course not, you remembered. Loki doesn’t forget when someone crossed him, and he certainly didn’t forgive either.

Despite your knowing it was probably a very bad idea, you slipped on your softest pair of socks in hopes they would help muffle your footsteps before pressing your ear to the door, trying to hear whether there was anyone talking or shuffling about outside. Satisfied when you were met only with silence, you gradually cracked the door open and peeking cautiously out into the hallway.

Empty. Perfect.

As quickly as you could while still ensuring your every step was soundless, you tiptoed your way to the kitchen down the hall, pausing at the doorway to listen for any signs of movement. Nothing. Perfect. You leaned forward and peeked around the door frame, your weight shifted to the balls of your feet in case you needed to make a quick exit. Your eyes scanned the room from corner to corner, even glancing under the table and at the cabinet doors to assess for anything that might indicate someone was hiding in there.

Ok, so maybe you were a little paranoid.

Seeing nothing out of place, no cabinet doors cracked ajar or anything, you let out a breath and stepped into the room. You reached the fridge and opened the door slowly so as not to allow it to make that suction noise it always did. Someone had stolen the last yogurt cup apparently. Slightly annoyed, you scanned the fridge trying to decide what you wanted instead. You settled on a bowl of cereal, grabbing the bottle of milk and turning around to get the cereal box out of the cabinet.

“Eep!”

Heart leaping into your throat, you let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a squeak when you found yourself face to face with none other than the god of mischief himself, his face mere inches away from yours. In your shock, your fingers slipped from around the handle of the milk bottle. It would have exploded all over the floor had Loki not reached out and caught it with his cat-like reflexes before it hit the ground. He leaned toward you to place the milk bottle on the counter directly behind you, boxing you in with your back against the countertop.

“You didn’t show up to the common room last night.” He had a deep, menacing edge to his tone as he made this simple observation, his narrowed eyes and wide smirk only reinforcing the fact that you were in deep trouble.

Fight or flight instinct took over, and you rapidly ducked under his arm and started to sprint away from the trickster. Unfortunately, he had predicted this move, his hand latching onto your upper arm before you could even take two steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ahah… well, you see, I have a really important assignment I have to get done, and I just came down here to grab some breakfast to take back to my room while I work, and…”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” he chuckled.

“… yes?” you replied, your voice increasing an octave with nervousness. Loki shook his head, giving you a pitying look.

“Darling, I am the god of lies and mischief. I know a lie when I hear one.” You tried to jerk your arm abruptly out of his grasp in hopes it would catch him off guard, but he merely tightened his grip on your bicep. “I do believe we have some unfinished business, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Really? Because I thought we were done with that, actually…” you stammered, frantically scanning the room for some way to escape. Your eyes darted back to Loki, catching his gaze as he realized what you were doing.

“Sorry, but there’s no way out of this,” he declared. In one fluid motion, Loki had scooped you up off the floor into his arms, holding fast despite your kicking and squirming. You hadn’t realized you could become any more flustered around the god, but he had proven you wrong just now, your face burning hot. He started to make his way out of the kitchen, careful not to slam your head into the doorframe as he carried you out into the hallway.

“Loki! Put me down this instant!” you demanded, kicking your legs to try to throw him off balance.

“Hmm… no, actually, I don’t think I will,” he teased, tossing you up just the slightest bit so he could gain a better grip on you.

“Where are you taking me, then?” you growled. You could hear faintly the voices of the other Avengers in the common area, growing slightly louder as Loki continued to stroll along with you still captive in his grasp. “Really? You’re still going to make me announce that you’re ‘the superior prankster’ to the team? Don’t you think that’s sort of lame?”

“No, darling. I have more effective methods of humiliating you.” His eyes flitted down to glance at your face, his smirk expanding across his.

Was it possible to die from blushing so hard?

When Loki had finally reached the opening to the common room, the rest of the team glanced up at the two of you with immediate expressions of confusion.

“Good morning, lady Y/N! Why is my brother carrying you? Are you injured?” Thor asked, genuinely concerned.

“No! He’s holding me prisoner! Help!” you cried, starting to squirm again to try to get him to put you down. Tired of having to keep hiking you up to keep from dropping you, Loki finally lowered your legs so you could plant your feet on the floor. He wrapped an arm around you tightly, pinning you to his side so you couldn’t run off.

“Is that true, Loki?” Thor inquired, squinting at him.

“I just thought you’d like her to be here when I inform you all that I found her on the ropes course yesterday,” Loki announced. To your confusion, the entire team let out groans of frustration.

“What the hell?! We’ve been trying to decide who was going to make you try it with all of us! You never wanted to join in!” Peter complained. You raised your eyebrows in shock.

“Wait, what? Why are we changing the subject, here?? Do none of you care that he is holding me captive??” you protested.

“Sorry, Y/N, but this is unforgivable,” Tony sighed with mock disappointment, shooting you a mischievous wink. “The ropes course is a team-building activity. There’s no ‘I’ in team.”

“But… what… ugh. You guys are unbelievable,” you groaned, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry – that’s not all I learned about our devious little mortal yesterday,” Loki began. You immediately tensed up, heart pounding impossibly faster, although you weren’t sure if it was because of what you knew was coming next or because you were mortified to find you actually liked the unusual pet name he just used to refer to you.

“Oh really? Do tell,” Bucky urged, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees in anticipation.

“You see…” Loki reached over and grasped your wrists, yanking your arms behind your back so he could hold both wrists with just one hand. You looked up at him and bit your lip, shaking your head rapidly in desperate, silent protest. He merely grinned, wiggling the fingers of his free hand in the air at you to taunt you even further. You had to fight to keep yourself from allowing anticipatory giggles to slip out. “… our little friend, here, is devastatingly ticklish.”

Without further ado, Loki’s hand darted down to your side, squeezing rapidly as laughter immediately began pouring from your mouth. You twisted your upper body in hopes you could break his hold, but you quickly realized there was no escaping the vice grip he had on your wrists. Defeated, and weakened from laughter, your knees buckled, and you slowly sank to the floor. Loki only followed you down, finally letting go of your wrists in favor of freeing his other hand up to torment you. He moved his hands to your belly, scratching at it in the most maddeningly light and rapid way, eliciting a shriek from you.

“Oh, no way! She really is ticklish!” Peter exclaimed over your laughter.

“Damn. She’s worse than this kid,” Tony observed, patting Peter on the shoulder as he blushed and glared at his mentor.

“WHY AREN’T YOU HELPING MEHEHE!” you shouted, throwing your friends a betrayed look.

“Sorry, Y/N, but you’re just too damn adorable to make him stop,” Bucky apologized, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Meanwhile, Loki had pressed one of his shins down on both your legs, leaning on you to hold you down as his fingers traveled up to your sides. He drilled his thumbs into the front of your lowermost ribs, digging his fingers into the sides of your ribcage simultaneously. You supposed you should have known that someone with his mischievous title would be good at tickling, but the way his fingertips sought out every single one of your weak spots was causing you to slowly slip into madness.

“Why don’t you try her knees?” Wanda suggested with a smirk.

“Wanda!! Why are you helping hiHIHIHIM!” your voice pitched up an octave as Loki began to pinch the soft skin just above your kneecap, sending ticklish shocks up your leg.

“Thank you for the suggestion,” Loki said casually, removing his shin from your legs so he could reach around and flutter his fingers against the backs of your knees. Without his weight on you, you were free to kick your legs and squirm to try to escape. If you accidentally kicked Loki in the process, well, that was just an added bonus. At least, you thought so, until he wrapped his fingers around one of your ankles and dragged a finger down the sole of your socked foot to test your reaction.

“NOHOHO LOKI STAHAHAP!” you pleaded, jerking your leg wildly without success. Loki shot you a positively evil smile before lightly scratching five fingers up and down the bottom of your foot. You covered your face with your hands to hide the fact that you had never felt shyer and more embarrassed in your life, muffling your laughter behind your palms.

“Aww, lady Y/N, there’s no need to hide!” Thor insisted, kneeling down beside you and pulling your hands off your face.

“Ah, brother! Why don’t you help me hold her down? She is making this increasingly difficult,” Loki suggested, moving back up to torment your ribs again.

“Certainly, brother!” Thor obliged, tightening his grip on your wrists, and pinning them above your head. You shot him the biggest glare you could possibly muster in your frazzled state.

“THOR! That’s BETRAYAL!” you exclaimed. “What the h-“ Loki started to scribble his fingers into the soft skin under your arms and the remainder of your sentence died in your mouth, your body shaking in silent laughter. At long last, Loki finally took this as his cue to let up, tracing feather-light fingers along your sides to keep you giggling.

“What an unfortunate weakness you have. So easy to exploit,” he teased. Your blush spread down to your neck and up to the tips of your ears. Luckily, Thor let go of your wrists so you could cover your face again, doing anything in your power not to see the arrogant look of victory on Loki’s face.

“Whyhyhy Loki?” you groaned as he finally stopped torturing you. You immediately rolled onto your side and curled up in a ball, rubbing the residual ticklish tingles off your sides.

“Well, darling, I had to make a statement… Don’t mess with the god of mischief,” he warned, referring back to the prank you’d pulled when you hid his books.

“U-understood,” you acknowledged firmly, your breathing finally returning to normal.

“Well – that was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. My day is made,” Tony teased, reaching down to pat you on the shoulder and causing you to flinch away involuntarily. “Relax, kid! You clearly need a break, I’m not that mean!”

“Sorry… reflex,” you mumbled. Loki stood and offered you a hand to help you up off the floor, which you took after a moment’s hesitation. “You… better not do that again, or I’ll… I’ll… punch you.”

“Really, darling? That was the weakest threat you’ve ever made,” he snickered. "Clearly you're losing your touch." Throwing your hands up in frustration, you turned around to walk back to your room, suddenly realizing you were still in your pajamas. “And I can’t make any guarantees,” he called after you, “so you’d better behave yourself!” You turned around and stuck your tongue out at him, eliciting a laugh, before you turned down the hallway and made your way to your bedroom door.

Note to self, you thought – Loki doesn’t do mercy.

#loki tickle #loki x reader #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #tickle fluff #part 2!#I'm so happy so many of you enjoyed reading part one!#also I have an idea for another fic #might write it later this week…

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thevibraniumveterans · 3 years

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“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Are you sure about that, Loki? Are you extra, extra sure about that?

Because you:

1. Joined a task force to look for Sylvie (even though you didn’t know her then) and entered the same tent she had just disappeared from mere seconds before;

2. Thought that she was you (which later she would disagree with and say “if anything, you’re me” but anyway) and therefore pretty darn easy to locate;

3. Wouldn’t at first accept the fact that she was superior to you (well, y’all are equals, and maybe she’s better than you, but we’ll get to that later);

4. Theorized with your new friend Mobius that she was hiding in apocalypses by stealing his salad and then proceeding to absolutely destroy it doing so;

5. Visited freakin’ POMPEII to prove said theory and then actually proved your theory correct;

6. Used a candy from the future as a clue to find out where she might’ve taken her next steps, and cross referenced it with the many apocalypses she might’ve been in;

7. Actually found an apocalypse that she ends up being in (Alabama 2050);

8. Went to said apocalypse to look for her (you seem pretty invested in looking for her at this point);

9. Found her first enchantment victim who then passed the enchantment onto her second victim (B-15, looking at you), whom you still thought was you;

10. Found her third enchantment victim who told you not to call her a Loki (which she’ll do again, don’t worry);

11. Acknowledged through her fourth enchantment victim that she was different than you for the first time (“I would never treat me like this,” you said);

12. Followed her through a Time Door back to the TVA after meeting her for the first time;

13. Somehow allowed her to get the best of you even though you probably didn’t mean for that to happen;

14. Grabbed her stolen TemPad and landed the both of y’all in yet another apocalypse, the worst one yet actually, one that she’s probably been to before;

15. Tried to shield her from a falling meteor, to which she said she didn’t need your help (I mean, did you have a reason to save her then?);

16. Called her weird (I mean, that’s funny as hell, I gotta give you that);

17. Opened a door for her and let her enter the mining shack first before you did;

18. Literally let down your guard around her (yes, you’re tired from all that running, but still);

19. Somehow didn’t even stop her from putting both her hands on your neck in an attempt to enchant you (it looked romantic as hell, dude, and how were you not even opposed to her doing that, given both of y’all’s antagonism toward each other?);

20. Told her mockingly “In my heart” when she asked you where you hid her stolen TemPad (I mean, you could have said literally anything else but you went for “in my heart”, okay, I see where this is going);

21. Kind of agreed with her when she said you needed her to get out of Lamentis, “you need me” being the key phrase;

22. Asked her where she was going, and followed her;

23. Acknowledged that she’s not a Loki (yay!), or at least the fact that she doesn’t want to be referred to as one;

24. Followed her into an abandoned mining town where you thought you could fool a resident who chose to stay (you couldn’t);

25. Let her get away with teasing you about your failed efforts;

26. Playfully grabbed her by the shoulders from behind as you used your magic to conjure up a guard’s outfit for yourself (which you looked absolutely hilarious in, by the way, that helmet did not help one bit);

27. Sat down with her at a booth on the train, just the two of you (I’m not calling this anything else other than a date, at this point, to be honest);

28. Told her a wistful story about your mother and how she taught you magic and how she believed in you;

29. Showed her a miniature version of the fireworks you said your mother once conjured up for you, in an attempt to make her happy (I mean, those are beautiful fireworks, and she likes them too!);

30. Playfully conjured up a feather and quill to tease her about saying “Love is hate” (she finds you funny, she just doesn’t want to admit it);

31. Asked her whether she’s got anyone waiting for her when her mission’s complete (well, she did give a sarcastic answer but that’s not my point);

32. Admitted to her that you courted both princes and princesses in the past as part and parcel of being royalty;

33. Disagreed on love being mischief (what does that even mean?!) and then told her that you might need a bit more of champagne to really get that line of thought going;

34. Sang (I’m sorry, serenaded is a better word) her a song about a fair maiden waiting for her beloved to return home (you’ll find out how prophetic that would be in due time, don’t worry);

35. Decided that a dagger was your best metaphor for love (what, does being inebriated make you better at metaphors now?)

36. Let her get mad at you for getting drunk on the train (tbh, that’s kinda your fault, but there was literally nothing else to do, so) and breaking her TemPad (honestly, how do you even break a TemPad when it’s hidden in one of your magic pockets?! How?!);

37. Asked her if she felt better after that frustration-fueled scream (I mean, that’s kinda the first time you’re looking out for her, because that’s about to get real routine);

38. Went along with her after she sarcastically suggested that y’all both should try to get the Ark off the moon, fully knowing the impossibility of doing so;

39. Bantered teasingly with her about enchantment;

40. Believed her on a dime’s drop when she said that everyone who worked that the TVA were Variants, just like the two of you;

41. Let her grab your hand before the both of you ran around the back of the Ark’s docking station in order to find another boarding point;

42. Asked her if she was okay after the both of you got knocked back by an explosion (aww, you do care for her, how sweet!);

43. Finally called her by her name just before the Ark exploded;

44. Apologized to her for ruining her mission and dooming the both of y’all to die on an exploding moon;

45. Sat and listened to her explain her motives for her mission, before telling her that though people like the both of you may lose in sometimes painful ways, y’all always survive one way or another;

46. Freakin’ COMPLIMENTED her (that’s a first), and while the both of you sat waiting for the explosion to wipe the both of you off the map, you took her hand for the first time after she put her hand on your forearm (lovely, by the way);

47. Looked longingly and sadly at her when the both of y’all were hauled back to the TVA for interrogation and then subsequently separated;

48. Denied, when interrogated (is questioned a better word?) by Mobius, that you and her are partners (ha, you’ll soon be, in more ways than one, if you weren’t already), with a look on your face that absolutely betrays your true feelings for her;

49. Couldn’t even sell your lie about meeting her to Mobius that he had to lie right back to you;

50. Thought she was dead and felt so worried for her (you should’ve seen your face!);

51. Asked if she was alive and then SIGHED IN RELIEF when you were assured that she’s still alive (oh, have you got it bad for her, and you know it);

52. Denied that she’s your girlfriend the first time Mobius teases you with that word;

53. Spilled your emotions and your feelings for her on the table when you told Mobius about how much you believe her about everyone at the TVA being Variants;

54. Didn’t even deny it the second time he called her your girlfriend;

55. When asked by Mobius if you cared about Sylvie, you didn’t know if “care” was the right word;

56. Straight-up told him, “I believe her” with such emotional conviction it’s hard to see it as anything else;

57. Nodded your head at her when the both of y’all were reunited at the very same elevators you met in front of (how poetic) and she asked you if you’re okay;

58. Literally had her back when the both of y’all fought the guards in the Timekeepers’ chambers;

59. Got distracted when she got knocked down to the floor by Judge Renslayer;

60. Were on the brink of telling her how you feel about her, telling her that revealing your emotions was kind of a new experience;

61. Decided the best option was to place your hands just by her shoulders for whatever reason;

62. Let go of her so that she wasn’t pruned like you were;

63. Admitted in a roundabout way in just three words that she was your glorious purpose (priorities shifted, eh?)

64. Proudly proclaimed that her being terrifying was the very thing that made her so brilliant;

65. Literally puffed out your chest when you said, “she needs me” (she will, much later, don’t worry);

66. Revealed that she’s the only one you do trust (oh, the way your voice just softens when you speak about her…);

67. Planned an unwise sneak attack (that would’ve involved stabbing a cloud, I mean…) on freakin’ ALIOTH because you believed that doing so would bring you back to her when you really had no idea whether it would or would not;

68. Ran down the hill you were on to reunite with her (classic reunion move, pity you didn’t complete it by hugging her, but I guess you’re not there yet) when she arrived by car and asked her if she’s okay (looks like it’s becoming a habit);

69. Hilariously tried to unsuccessfully argue, through telling her that you’ve been in the Void longer than she has (maybe for like, an hour or two? IDK) that stabbing a cloud with a dagger was your best line of defense;

70. Sat next to her and had a conversation with her, during which you…;

71. Said it was cold (whether it was or wasn’t, isn’t important), so you…;

72. Conjured up a blanket for yourself before asking if she wanted one as well and proceeded to deny that your budding romantic connection with her was the both of y’all’s nexus event;

73. Followed that up with revealing that your nexus event with her felt great, it was a nice moment (aww);

74. Proceed to deny it as another TVA lie (you really need to work on talking about your feelings!);

75. Reassured her that you don’t know what the both of y’all are doing with regards to this relationship you both have with each other;

76. Playfully wrapped part of your blanket around her shoulders (double aww, that’s the classic “I’m gonna fake yawn and drop my arm around her shoulders, y’all think she’ll notice” kind of move, and yes, she did, and she likes it) and smiled giddily like the lovesick puppy you are;

77. Acknowledged in a roundabout (and maybe not so subtle) way that she loves you;

78. Pledged to not betray her, to not let her down, because you’re not that kind of person anymore;

79. Adorably nudged her when you asked her what her plans were when all was said and done;

80. Suggested that the both of y’all could figure things out… “together”, you said (triple aww!);

81. Handed the TemPad she gave you to Mobius and told her, “You go, I go” (I mean…);

82. Let her take your hand before you went to attempt to enchant ALIOTH;

83. Interlocked both of y’all’s fingers while y’all were at it;

84. Walked hand in hand to the Citadel at the End of Time;

85. Asked her if everything’s okay after she becomes nervous before entering the Citadel;

86. Got really unimpressed when that creepy ghost clock offered the both of you a chance to rule the TVA together;

87. Stated that “We write our own destiny now”, cementing the fact that you and her are an item;

88. Warned her to not listen to He Who Remains;

89. Tried to stop her by warning her about the possible consequences of her actions;

90. Suggested that the best plan of action was to take a minute to think of whether allowing a multiversal war was better than the alternative both of y’all never wanted (unfortunate as it was to be a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation);

91. Got upset when she told you she felt like you betrayed her (don’t worry, you didn’t);

92. Clashed blades with her even though you clearly didn’t want to;

93. Told her “No” when she suggested that you kill her and take a throne you never wanted;

94. Let her blade fall to your neck to get her to stop and consider;

95. Said to her that this feeling of revenge, bloodlust isn’t worth it because you’d once been in her shoes;

96. Told her that you didn’t want to hurt her (after acknowledging that she’s been hurt by the TVA for a lifetime) and that all you wanted was for her to be okay;

97. Shared a kiss with her.

98. Deepened that kiss (you know you did…);

99. Grieved the misfortune of not just losing her but also the outcome of recent events, knowing that what she had to do was her life’s mission that you’d previously supported her on;

100. Went up to a changed Mobius and told him by referring to her, “We made a terrible mistake. We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm.”

And if that doesn’t say “she’s become my girlfriend and I’m damn proud of her”, I don’t know what does.

Go get her, Loki. Go get Sylvie back. We’re betting on it.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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What really breaks my heart is that Loki will be never get a chance to atone for Jotunheim or New York. He'll probably never get a chance to be with Thor again. What did Loki really do wrong? Accompanied Sylvie to HWb house. He tried to stop her because he was worried about the consequences. But now this, what Sylvie did is what he'll feel guilty for, why? This is why I hate the show and Sylvie. It can't even decide what the morality of the situation is or should be just st that Loki is bad and should feel bad.

Loki has a tendency to blame himself for things that are not his fault (given his role as the scapegoat it makes sense) so the fact that he might feel responsible for what Sylvie did would be alright... IF the second season made it clear that none of what happened there was his fault and it's 100% on Sylvie.

But do we really expect them to do that? The same series that kept calling Loki a narcissist for loving her but did not do the same for her? The same series that kept calling him a villain for killing people but treated Sylvie's murders as something that's justified because she had a rough past? The same series that called her the "superior Loki" when she has not a single trait that makes her better than him? The same series that insisted her enchantment powers were extraordinary while at the same time nerfing Loki to a ridiculous degree?

Nah, they will find a way to blame it on him like they found a way to blame him for Frigga's murder.

#antisylki

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mimisempai · 3 years

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Do you really care for me or is it just a trick?

Summary:

Loki, destabilized by the versatile behavior of Mobius, can't figure out if the man really cares about him or if Loki is just a means to an end for him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32050993

1392 words - Rating G

"Look, I know you have a soft spot for broken things."

Loki, with his head pressed against the door, managed to hear a few fragments of the conversation between Mobius and Ravonna, the judge of the TVA who seemed to be his superior.

"But Loki is an evil, lying scourge.

Loki couldn't even blame her for saying that, she was just one in a long list of people who thought they knew him.

"That is the part he plays on the Sacred Timeline."

Especially since for this "world" -he didn't even know what to call it- it was apparently his destiny. So here even less than anywhere else, no one would try to find out if he was someone else.

"Maybe he wants to mix it up."

Until this particular odd man.

The first person to question his destiny.

Loki didn't understand Mobius. He seemed convinced that Loki was someone else and yet believed hard that the Time Keepers and all that crap was real.

Mobius was to Loki a strange mixture of candor and trickery.

He had never met anyone like that.

"Sometimes you get tired of playing the same part."

If he only knew...

Hearing nothing more distinct, Loki returned to sit where Mobius had left him.

He had to admit that once again the man had read him perfectly, and that scared him a little. No one until now had really been able to see beyond his antics.

He had to try to take control, he couldn't let anyone see his flaws. The other man had already seen too much.

So when Mobius came out of his superior's office, Loki went straight on the attack.

He jumped around the advancing man and tried to lock him in a stream of words, "You're probably wondering what happened out on the mission. That was your first lesson in catching a Loki. Half the fun of being a trickster is knowing everyone knows you're a trickster, and then, many of your tricks can come from exploiting the fact that you know that they know..."

Mobius raised his arms to stop him, "Okay. Just… just shut up!"

Oh, this was getting interesting, for the first time, the man was breaking out of his smile and showed an uncontrolled emotion.

Oblivious to what was going on in Loki's head, he continued, "Please. What happened to the guy I met on the elevator? Who didn't like to talk. Remember him? Now I'm stuck with this guy who won't stop yacking away about what makes a Loki tick!"

What a hypocrite, he was the one who had told him that he wanted to know what makes a Loki tick. And now that he had it, he didn't want it anymore?

Loki asked him, "What? Isn't that precisely why I'm here?"

Mobius, annoyed, replied, "No. I don't care what makes you tick. You're here to help me catch the superior version of yourself."

This was it.

Loki should have known better.

It had been another smoke and mirrors. Mobius had only told him that, made him think he was interested in Loki, to achieve his goal. Loki was only a means to an end.

He wouldn't show him. Loki wouldn't show him that he was troubled.

Mobius added to make his point,"That's it!"

Loki tried to stop him, "Hang on. I'm not sure 'superior' is actually quite the right word."

They stopped in front of the elevator, face to face.

Mobius got even more annoyed and retorted, "See? There it is. Right there. I believed, stupidly, that insecure need for validation would motivate you to find the killer. Not 'cause you care about the TVA mission or bein' a hero, but because you know this Variant is better than you and you can't take it."

Wow, talk about a low blow.

Loki smiled, deceptively of course and replied, "Very nice."

Then he approached Mobius, and adjusted the man's tie as he spoke, "I mean, it is adorable that you think you could possibly manipulate me. I'm ten steps ahead of you. I've been playing a game of my own all along."

If Mobius believed that he was Loki as the world saw him, willing to whore himself out to get what he wanted, well, he'd let him believe it.

Mobius replied, that familiar smirk on his lips, "What, charm your way in front of the Time-Keepers, hustle them, and seize control of the TVA?"

Well done Loki. Mobius has proven to you once again that men and gods are all the same.They don't care who you are, they just want to fool you. You are not disappointed.

"Am I getting warm? A double cross by history's most reliable liar." Mobius added while going to call the elevator.

However, in spite of all this, something didn't add up. If Loki was just a means to an end for Mobius, then why bother defending him like that in front of Ravonna?

Loki couldn't help but ask him, "Okay. Why are you in there sticking your neck out for me?"

Mobius came back to him and replied vehemently, "I'll give you two options, and you can believe whichever one you want. A, because I see a scared little boy shivering in the cold. And you kinda feel bad for that ice runt. Or B, I just wanna catch this guy, and I'll tell you whatever I need to tell you."

Wow, when Mobius was pissed, he didn't mince words. But no matter how much it hurt, no matter how condescending it sounded, Loki wanted to believe in answer A. To believe that, as Loki thought just before, Mobius was the person who was able to see who Loki was.

But that meant doing something Loki had never done.

Trusting.

As the elevator doors closed, he couldn't help but make another brash statement, "I don't need your sympathy," because he wasn't going to be pitied.

Mobius replied in a tired tone, "Good, 'cause I'm runnin' out of it."

Loki continued on, "I have a tendency to provoke this reaction in-"

"Oh once again, shut up!"

Loki replied with a mocking smile on his lips, "Make me."

And it was as if a dam broke in Mobius.

He grabbed Loki's tie to pull him to him and before the god had time to wonder what he was doing, Mobius leaned in and placed his lips against Loki's.

The kiss was sweet but messy, their lips moved together repeatedly, both coordinated and chaotic. Just like them.

Mobius didn't pull back until Loki grabbed the front of his shirt and squeezed the fabric in both hands. Mobius looked at him and couldn't help but laugh as they bumped noses together, a flush spread across Loki's cheeks and nose, which contrasted with the paleness of his skin in the dim light of the elevator.

Loki stared at him with wide eyes and a stunned look.

It seemed that Mobius had succeeded in silencing him.

Mobius let go of him, smiled, and went out the doors that had just opened.

Loki held him back by the sleeve.

"Wait, what was that for?"

Mobius put a finger over Loki's mouth before telling him, "Well, you asked me to make you shut up, mission completed."

Loki lost his smile and asked in a lower voice, "Was it just for that reason?"

Mobius pushed a strand of Loki's hair behind his ear, then as he walked back, he replied in a mysterious tone, "Who knows?"

Loki ran behind him until he was walking beside him, closer than before.

"You know that's not going to stop me from talking, right?"

He knew he was trying to hold on to a twig, but he couldn't help but hope.

Mobius turned his head towards him and said, a playful sparkle in his eyes, "I sure hope so, the more you talk, the more I'm going to want to shut you up, and now that I know how, I'm not going to stop myself from doing it."

"And that' s me the God of Mischief...?!!"

Loki rolled his eyes, but his smile wouldn't fool anyone, and it didn't fool Mobius, who just gave him a little nudge with his shoulder.

So for now, Loki decided to let go, just a little, to let hope take a little place in his heart.

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius

Not beta'd

I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years

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Thor Ragnarok

A funny, entertaining and enjoyable movie.

A disappointing, gross, character ruining Thor movie.

If the "plot" had been made for completely original characters as just a funny movie with action, not related to Marvel or Thor at all, I probably would LOVE LOVE LOVE it. The awkward humor like from The Grandmaster and Korg is great. I love the little quips from Thor and Loki. But I do not like that they are coming from Thor and Loki and that the past has become but a joke. Acting like Loki has been evil his whole life and only begins redeeming himself at the end of the movie is ridiculous.

Suddenly making Loki super weak, unable to hold up to Valkyrie for longer than a minute or two, unable to break himself free of Doctor Strange's magic, tricked by Thor, and making him just a joke is such an insult to Loki, his fans, and Tom Hiddleston who has poured his heart out into the character. In The Avengers we see Loki kicking arse. In Thor 1, EVEN when Thor had regained his powers, Loki STILL was able to put up a good fight, only really being taken down when Thor placed Mjolnir onto his chest.

In Ragnarok we seem him constantly falling (don't get me wrong, the whole "I HAVE BEEN FALLING... FOR THIRTY MINUTES!" is hilarious, I could have let that pass as Strange getting Loki by surprise. But then immediately getting swept away like nothing? Strange, undeniably a powerful sorcerer, but also relatively new at it, beat a 1000+ year old magical being with more years of combat training and experience than however long Strange has been alive. He gets beaten by Valkyrie, and while you could argue he wasn't trying to kill her so he was going easy on her, a punch to the face shouldn't have immediately rendered Loki unconscious, ESPECIALLY when we have seen him experience worse and not feign consciousness once (ahem ahem... The Hulk in Avengers?) Loki only gets to really show off a bit of his abilities during the battle on the bifrost, arguably one of the only scenes that was "good" for a Thor movie.

Thor went from an imperfect character who struggled with pride and learned his lesson, while still being funny in his own ways, to a dumb, self righteous character who still held Odin in high regards when he did the same and even more of the things that Hela did. He went from noble but still a little superior acting (which was fine and in character as a supposed god on a planet of midgardians) who wanted to stop Loki and convince him to stop what he was doing instead of resorting to attacking him. Remember in Thor 1 when he still tried to plead with Loki and get him to stop? Remember in The Avengers when Thor grabbed Loki from the quinjet because, even though he was doing many, very bad things, he wasn't just going to leave him at the judgement of strangers on earth? And when he confronted Loki he implied that someone else must be controlling Loki since this is such a drastic change? Remember when, even after sending him to his apparent doom from the helicarrier, Thor still approached Loki on Stark tower and tried to convince him to stop doing what he was doing and to come home with him? Where did that go? Where did the Thor that wept for his brothers apparent death TWICE and never gave up on him go? I understand if he might become more reserved, like he did in Thor 2, because that would be realistic. Thor was heartbroken and scared, not knowing what to do and not knowing why Loki did the things he did, feeling like he can't face him. Suddenly he's okay with leaving Loki to shake in pain from an obedience disc WHICH HE HIMSELF KNOWS THE PAIN OF for who knows how long and no apparent plans to return for him or care of his wellbeing if caught by the Grandmaster (even when Loki risked his status by visiting Thor via illusion projection when Thor was locked up with the other fighters. He still tried to propose a plan of escape and HELP Thor). Thor went from a caring and flawed character who was constantly growing and trying to get better to a dumb jock who seemed to forget about everything in his and Loki's past. Loki went from a broken, confused, lost, and scared character who wanted to prove himself equal to his brother by any means, only to be cast aside by his "father", fall into the hands of a titan who threatened and more likely than not tortured him into following his plans, not helped by the mind stone influencing Loki and amping up his desires tenfold, to then get defeated, fearful of Thanos' wrath, sentenced to imprisonment for life which is more cruel than death in his eyes seeing how long they live, also not allowed to see the one person who truly seemed to love him unconditionally and him to her, his mother, then learn of her death, not by Thor or Odin, but by a guard and then not be allowed to attend her funeral, to going to a realm where he most certainly could die to help his brother (in the process throwing himself in the way of danger TWICE to protect Jane) and eventually saving Thor's life by sacrificing himself to something he did assume would kill him, but due to his nature as an Asgardian, managed to recover only to find that he was LEFT THERE, and then we progress into the crap show of Ragnarok where he loses Odin who for the first time seemed to show a glimmer of care and regret for Loki, get separated from Thor, get joked about and tossed around, and eventually we get to Infinity War where he dies within the first 10 minutes by the very titan he feared would enact revenge on him, AS HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR THOR.

But no, go on and tell me why Ragnarok not only didn't ruin their characters but rather IMPROVED upon them. Be my guest.

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hencethebravery · 3 years

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v i c e v e r s a

This is the extremely brief story of how a rebellious, narcissistic little whelp fell in love with a smarmy, mustachioed bureaucrat (and vice versa).

+ Agent Mobius sits in an unremarkable cubicle in an unremarkable corner of an unremarkable building in a famously remarkable city. He wakes up and pages through his old travel magazines and not infrequently spills some of his coffee all over them. His subscription expired a year or so ago, and for whatever reason he has not been able to find the time to renew it. He finishes his breakfast and walks a couple blocks (if the weather’s nice) before hopping on the train another 30 minutes to the office, where he always greets security and they sometimes greet him back.

Agent Mobius has been working for the CI division of the Internal Revenue Service for the last 15 years, and he has been maddeningly close to catching Odin, the CEO of Asgard, Inc., for about 10 of those.

He’s worked other cases of course—made an impact in a plethora of other ways (his superiors take comfort in the consistent quality of his work), but they so rarely consumed him with the same degree of ferocity as this one. And it’s not because he’s been trapped within a “will they, won’t they” cluster-cuss with Odin’s impossible son (his youngest) for about 3-4 of the 10 years mentioned.

And no, it’s not a conflict of interest; if anything, he’s undercover.

B. (”Bee”) is his favorite co-worker. He knows almost nothing about her but is completely committed to making sure that he is her favorite co-worker. He’s winning her over. Absolutely.

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Mobius.”

He scoffs and adjusts his belt. He has almost certainly said things dumber than that.

Mobius treats himself to salads from Sissy’s Café 2-3 times a week. They’re on the pricier side because they’re so large, which is really the only way to eat a salad, otherwise you’re still hungry and it was nothing but a waste of money and wilted lettuce. On a seasonally comfortable day he’ll grab it to-go and grab a table at a small park nearby, which is generally speaking one of the nicer parts of his day, unless of course—

“You are terribly predictable, I hope you know.”

Mobius huffs and stabs his fork into a particularly thick bit of spinach and avocado. “You say that as if you’re not, which I find hilarious.”

“Well you would, I am famously quite funny.”

He tries to ignore the fact that the code-word “Young Prince,” has finally gotten the haircut he’s so desperately needed (even more so does he try to ignore the fact that he’d been the one to suggest it). Loki is in black today (surprise, surprise) despite the bright, warm sunshine, and his t-shirt fits snug across his shoulders.

“Nice haircut,” Mobius notes between sips of his ever-warming seltzer.

Loki gives the barest hint of a smile, which is unfortunately one of Mobius’ favorite things, if only because it is one of the few real things about the man.

“Not that you asked, but I stopped by because I have some information for you.”

Mobius sighs. Loki loves claiming to have information, which Mobius more-or-less loves to follow-up on despite the fact that it is unreliable about 85% of the time. Happily enough for Mobius, Loki isn’t a huge fan of his father either, although he is a fan of his father’s money, which doesn’t really work in the IRS’ favor.

“Oh?” Mobius replies, disinterested. “And I’m sure it’s just as helpful as your last little ‘tip’ was.”

“More, actually, and frankly I’m offended by the accusation.”

“I’m sure you are.”

The few seconds that follow would be familiar to anyone who had for whatever reason been observing this strange almost-mating ritual that had been occurring over the years. A comfortably quiet exchange of mutual gazing where Loki secretly admired the bent in Mobius’ nose, and Mobius secretly admired the crinkling around Loki’s eyes when he did that almost-smile he reserved for a lucky few.

Loki clears his throat and reaches across the table for the seltzer, taking a sip whilst decidedly ignoring the look of disbelief on Mobius’ face.

“Excuse me—”

“Yes, excuse you, if you’ll recall I was about to share some very valuable information. The most valuable, you might say.”

The last time Loki interrupted Mobius’ lunch with “valuable information,” he’d wasted an ungodly amount of time and money pursuing a lead (and raiding the office of a rather well-respected Senator) that went nowhere, all because this Senator had made a pointed and correct comment at some rich-person function and Loki has never been able to not take something personally for even one moment in his absurd little life.

“And why should I believe you this time?”

It’s the fidgeting that gives it away—how starts tapping his fingertips against the empty can, his eyes looking anywhere other than at Mobius. That maybe he’s telling the truth this time.

“I’m... tired, I guess.”

“You’re ‘tired.’”

He looks up, briefly, before he returns to this out-of-character bit of looking anywhere else.

“My brother’s off... saving the world,” he starts with a sneer, “Sylvie’s about to have a family—”

“She’s still your family,” Mobius interrupts, “don’t be stupid.”

“But that’s classic me, isn’t it?”

Mobius silently disagrees, but he’s so afraid to burst this bubble of self-awareness—to ruin what has started to feel like a critical, life-changing moment, that he cannot possibly bring himself to speak.

Loki opens his mouth as if he has more to say, but he closes it and places a small black hard drive in the middle of the table instead. When Mobius looks closer, he notices that it’s engraved with a small bolt of lightening. His heart starts to tap in a series quickening, uncomfortable beats.

“Loki—”

“I’ve had it for a while,” he admits, “if you knew how long you’d probably want nothing more to do with me.”

Mobius has made the moral arguments before; probably to the detriment of the argument itself. That no single man should be able to accumulate so much wealth—that his notoriously stuffy, humorless job is “really important, actually,” and stopping his father could help a lot of people, least of all his own son, and “good god, Loki, what the hell are you even trying to prove?”

“It’s for admittedly selfish reasons,” he continues before Mobius can correct him, “regardless of the final outcome.”

“Why’s that?” Mobius croaks, wishing his tie was just a little bit looser today (so goddamn tight, every single day—)

“Well,” he grins, looking back up at him, finally, “if you’re not undercover, there’s no... what’s the term? ‘Conflict of interest?’”

“Yeah,” Mobius laughs, “yeah, that’s the term.”

Loki pushes the drive across the table. “Take it,” he says, “it’s time you had it.”

"Feels like it should be heavier.”

Loki smirks.

“Shut up.”

Mobius glances at his watch and notices, with surprise, that he’s gone about 5 minutes over his lunch hour.

“Time to go?” Loki asks, the words painted with a nervousness that seems foreign to him.

Agent Mobius has never once returned late from his lunch hour. He respects the agency’s time too much, and what real good has ever come from his lingering? But when he looks back at Loki, who has so recently cut his hair—who suddenly fidgets and appears genuinely nervous, he considers the importance of making exceptions to certain rules. To “loosening his tie,” so to speak. And besides, Bee will cover for him (he’s pretty sure).

“Nah,” Mobius answers, sliding the drive into his coat pocket, “I can be late.”

#loki series #loki #mobius #lokius #loki fic #lokius fic #loki fanfic #lokius fanfic #@hencethewriter #a prince and a bureaucrat flirt in a park #it's a modern au #because i will never fuck with mcu canon for free #also there's a wes anderson reference in here #because of course there is

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kiki-shortsnout · 3 years

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I’m sending you a million prompts! #24 teasing for Frostironstrange! 💚❤️💙 Thanks!

No problem! I've having fun writing all these small pieces! Thank you so much for the prompt!

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Tony threw his pen down onto the table, making it clatter as loudly as he could to show his annoyance. Fury ignored it, fixing him with an unimpressed stare before turning back to his holographic presentation. He hated meetings, did anything he could to avoid them. SHIELD briefings, Avenger meetings, hours of listening to Stark Industry shareholders, he dodged them all.

Anything. He’d rather be doing anything else.

Alright, that wasn’t strictly true, Tony had no problems with the Avenger briefings, or their informal troubleshooting meetings where they discussed how they were going to deal with future villains. Tony’s favorite meetings, the ones he never missed, were about the new recruits they were teaching. Something had been unearthed in Tony ever since he’d been mentoring Peter, a nurturing advisor side that he’d never been aware of.

That was what Fury had lured him here with, the promise that they’d highlighted some interesting individuals to bring into the fold. As soon as Tony had pushed his way through the glassy black doors of the conference room, spotting Stephen sitting on one of the pristine leather office chairs, Tony had tried to back out of the room, stopping only when Stephen hissed out his name.

Making his displeasure known with every plodding footstep, Tony had thrown himself into a chair opposite the wizard, slumping over on the huge oval table between them. The only silver lining in this boring bureaucratic meeting was the fact Loki had teleported in part of the way through, apologizing on behalf of Valkyrie and the citizens of New Asgard for his tardiness, pulling out the chair beside Stephen and sitting.

Apart from Stephen’s initial command that Tony stay here, neither of his lovers had acknowledged his presence, both avidly listening to Fury’s monotonous speech about budgets and government legislation. It was all important stuff, Tony wasn’t denying that, but it was Clint’s turn to attend one of these to represent the Avengers.

Tony wondered where he was hiding, and why he hadn’t thought of it first.

Tapping his finger on the table, Tony glanced up at the presentation, biting down the sarcastic comment he had about SHIELD technology and how FRIDAY was far superior, quickly scanning over the relevant information to make sure he understood what was being said.

His gaze flickered over to his lovers again, Loki now stretched back so he could murmur in Stephen’s ear, probably asking for clarification on what was being spoken about. Fury faltered in his speech as he caught Loki whispering, but he said nothing, probably worried he would bring tension to the diplomatic peace they had with the Asgardians.

Tony’s relationship with the other two wasn’t known by many others. Pepper and Rhodey knew, as did Wong, although Tony wasn’t sure he approved after watching him hide himself every time he and Loki spent time at the Sanctum. The only other people who knew were Thor and Valkyrie, who had both been happy for them all, Thor shedding a tear in acknowledgement of his baby brother growing up.

Tony snorted a laugh at that, catching the attention of everyone around the table.

‘Something you wanted to add, Stark?’

‘Nope not me, continue,’ Tony waved obnoxiously, grinning as Fury’s eye twitched.

He chanced a glance towards the other two, but they’d turned their attention back to the presentation, Loki’s teeth biting into his lower lip in concentration, doing nothing to indicate he was in an intimate relationship with the Sorcerer sat beside him. Tony wasn’t ashamed of his partners, and he knew they weren’t of him, but he was firmly of the mind that sometimes the fewer people knew about his life the better.

The media had a way of warping all his intentions, and he didn’t want anything to jeopardize the positive regard humans had towards the Asgardians, nor did he want the Masters of the Mystic Arts to be revealed, and Stephen’s ties to them.

It was unfortunate, Tony wanted to show his partners off to the world, to show how happy he was with them, but the people who mattered knew, and that was enough for him.

Tony felt a slight itch at the back of his neck, and he reached up to scratch it, checking for any loose threads on his shirt collar or stray hairs. Loki’s hair was always getting caught up in his stuff, strands of it caught in his rug, his bed, his shower.

Resting his elbow on the table, he let his eyes go unfocused as he listened to Fury drone on, his mind returning to the project he’d been working on before he’d been summoned. After he’d finished calculating equations in his head, his thoughts turned to the other two sat across from him, wondering if could schedule some sort of date for them.

He hadn’t seen them both in days, bordering on just over a week now.

A tickle ran up the inside of his calf, and he reached down to scratch it, frowning when it continued to tease up his leg towards his knee, feeling suspiciously like a hand. Glancing down beneath the table, Tony couldn’t see anything but his jean-clad legs crossed at the ankle. Suspicious, he glanced over towards Loki, but he was asking Fury a question, his eloquent voice and accent spreading across the room, and Tony could see the effect it was having on the female SHIELD members.

He was such a flirt.

Running his tongue over the back of his teeth, Tony turned his gaze to Stephen who was engrossed in the dialogue between Loki and Fury, his eyes gentle in that specific way of his Tony only ever saw when the wizard was looking at them both.

Not them then.

Writing the whole experience off as an overactive imagination mingling with his intense desire to see them both again, Tony crossed his legs at the knee and leant back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. He startled as something forcibly wrenched his knees apart, sending him face-first towards the table.

The slap of his palms slamming into the table made several people jump, the woman beside him dropping her pen and notebook onto the floor.

‘Stark!’ Fury barked, banging his own hands down on the table. ‘Interrupt me again and I’ll have you placed on a recon mission in the middle of nowhere!’

‘A bit pointless if there’s nothing there…but noted. Sorry, lost my balance…’ he trailed off, clenching his jaw, refusing to back down, both to Fury and the two playing a prank on him.

Tony was well aware of what the game was, and he was already at a disadvantage, craving their touch because of the time spent away from them, and because he was now powerless to them both. He couldn’t defend himself, there was no physical person to restrain.

The touches caressed his skin with varying pressure, and he knew which was which, could easily pick out the firm, confident touch of Loki, and the trembling, reverent touch of Stephen. Neither of them touched anywhere intimate, but Tony felt himself swaying into the touch, shuddering when he could feel ghostly fingers tease up the side of his neck, clasping gently before they swept up to behind his ears, massaging and then grazing along the shell of them.

He managed to turn his moan into a cough, clenching his hand into a fist and bringing it up to his mouth as he hid his expressions. A weight settled in his lap, and he knew it was Stephen’s. He didn’t need to glance over and see the tiny smirk on his mouth, he knew that Loki, despite his slender form, was far heavier.

‘If anyone doesn’t have any questions?’ Fury brought the meeting to a close, and Tony glared at the two of them across the table, trying to shove all of his emotions into his eyes, hoping they could read his mind and not draw this out any longer.

‘There is something I wish to speak to Stark about concerning the output energy of our arc reactor, but I have no questions for you. I believe you have put your points across well, and I will relay these concerns to our king on your behalf.’ Loki’s voice flowed from him like he was unaware of what his touches had been doing to Tony, like he wasn’t affected by the game he’d been playing.

‘Doctor Strange, can I have a word with you outside for a minute?’ Fury directed at Stephen, his eye darting between the three of them, and Tony wondered if he’d figured it out, if he knew what had been happening during the briefing. Despite his usual ability to hide everything behind a poker face, Tony felt himself grow warm, and he knew he was blushing.

Loki waited until everyone had filed out, not even looking at Stephen as he left to talk with Fury. His eyes were focused on Tony, the vibrant green seeming to glow in the dim room, snatching the breath from his chest as they waited.

He only lingered for a heartbeat after the door had shut and then he teleported across the room into Tony’s lap, his hands mimicking the touch across his neck and ears from earlier and his tongue thrust deep into Tony’s mouth.

‘Are all Midgardian government meetings so tedious?’ Loki panted when he broke away, reaching down to flick his tongue across Tony’s ear, his hands clutching him close, like he too had suffered from the time spent apart.

‘I’ve sat in one of your Asgardian ones, that was far worse,’ Tony gasped, trying to stretch up to get Loki’s mouth back on his, aching for a kiss.

‘Have you missed me, Anthony?’ Loki purred down at him, leaning down so his chest rested on Tony’s, magic holding Tony to the chair as he kept his mouth out of reach.

‘I’ve missed you both.’

‘Always playing favorites,’ Loki scoffed, refusing to let Tony kiss him.

‘The cruel teasing has you written all over it, Lokes,’ Tony grinned.

‘Actually, it was my idea.’ Stephen’s rumbling voice interrupted, the sparks of his portal raining down onto the floor.

‘I hate you both,’ Tony growled.

‘That’s not what you said last week,’ Stephen told him. ‘In fact, why don’t we have a repeat performance, and you can scream how much you hate us.’

Tony gulped, the movement not unnoticed by Loki still perched on him who smirked and leant down to swipe his tongue over Tony’s larynx.

‘Don’t worry, beloved, we’ll replace all those teasing touches with our hands…or mouths,’ he whispered into Tony’s ear. ‘You deserve a reward after listening to all that drivel.’

Tony yelped as a portal opened beneath him, the chair banished away by emerald magic as he collapsed backwards onto Stephen’s bed.

#writing prompt #answered asks #thank you for the ask!#frostironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #Loki #fanfiction

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