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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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H-Hi it’s m-me again. ☺️ I really loved the jealous Loki one you wrote a-and I’m glad my request helped you in some way. It made me really happy to read that.

S-so idk if you can tell but I am a bit shy… c-could you do a Loki x Reader where the reader is r-really shy around everyone a-and Loki just loves to t-tease her by whispering h-his dirty thoughts into her ear making her jump, squirm, blush, m-maybe even drop stuff to the point attention is brought to her. B-but when he gets her all alone sh-she opens up… like… becomes r-really submissive a-and I guess obedient? Is that the right word? She is less bashful and more open with j-just Loki. M-maybe some thigh riding and d-dirty talk w-while th-they have sex? I-it can be in his Jotun form too… I just think he i-is so pretty that way…

Stutter (Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader)

Title | Stutter

Summary | Reader is very shy, but her crush for Loki is no secret and he loves to tease her for it.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Genre | Fluff, Smut

Story Warnings/Kinks | Shyness, Stuttering, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Cursing, Sex, Jotun Loki (yes that needs a warning all on its own), Degradation, Praise, No Vivid Mention of Sexual Protection (make with that what you will)

Translations | None.

Author's Note | Cupcake, you're adorable. Don't ever change. I love this request and I hope it lives up to your expectations 💕 I am working on your other requests as well, so those should be out soon!

Words | 2,353

"Do you want anything else on your pancakes, Y/N?" Steve asked, flipping over the golden breakfast in the pan.

"Ooh! Chocolate drizzle?" She loved Hershey's syrup on her pancakes. Actually she loved Hershey's syrup on nearly anything.

Loki leaned close to her ear from behind. "I could think of a few things I'd like to drizzle on you."

Her face immediately engulfed in heat as he smirked and went back to cutting up a banana for smoothies. He loved doing that, teasing her and making her shrink with shy embarrassment. He knew she didn't really mind; she would have told him to stop, he knew.

"Y/N? Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" She spun around towards Natahsa, blushing again when she realized she'd tuned everything out.

"I said I'm going to lunch with Clint but I should be back tonight if you want to watch that movie you mentioned."

"Oh, s-sure."

"Why don't you ever Netflix and chill with me?" Loki teased, making her look at him in warning as her ears warmed with blush and she felt herself shrinking.

Steve slid her stack of chocolate pancakes over the table and she caught them with a smile, immediately beginning to eat her favorite breakfast. She groaned with the first bite and Steve laughed while Loki leaned close once more.

"I definitely want to hear more of those noises tonight."

She gasped, dropping her fork and blushing as soon as Loki laughed hard, holding his stomach and nearly doubling over as she tried to compose herself.

He finished making his smoothie and was about to leave but then he whispered in her ear, just one more time to fluster her again, "If you uh, change your mind, you know where my room is." He winked as she choked on her pancakes for a minute, and he left.

The day went smoothly. You weren't technically an Avenger, but they liked to call you an honorary member. You were their assistant and publicist. Essentially, you were damage control. You were the new Pepper Potts.

You had paperwork to file and phone calls to make, as well as some emails to reply to before Natasha got home for the movie, so she worked away in her office. Peter Parker popped in for a little bit and talked with her. He was always easy to talk with because he was equally as shy as her.

She couldn't quite remember if she'd always been shy or if that developed when she was younger. She didn't really notice it until high school when people started to tease her for it all the time. As an adult, there was less actual teasing and more side looks and awkwardness.

When Natasha got home, she snuggled up with her on the couch and Clint sprawled across the recliner to watch some horror film that had caught Y/N's eye the day before. It wasn't a bad movie, but towards the end, she had a hard time staying awake. She came really close one time but her phone buzzed with a text message.

She unlocked it, squinting through the dark to read. It was from Loki.

Come to my room when you are done with the movie.

She felt her face heating up as if on command. She knew Loki teased a lot to the idea of them being together, but he'd never actually made a movie; he'd always left that up to her, and god knows she couldn't do it. She decided to not respond, to save herself the embarrassment, and locked her phone back.

By the time the movie ended, Natasha and Clint were asleep. So, she grabbed some blankets and threw them over each of them before making her way to the elevator and up to the floor, Loki stayed on, the floor just above her own.

Pausing just outside his door, she took a deep breath. She'd always had a crush on Loki, it was common knowledge. He was tall and handsome, intimidating and protective of her. He never judged dher shy nature, but rather embraced it, maybe even too much but she didn't mind.

What if he wasn't about to make a move on her and she was overthinking this entire thing, about to make a fool of herself for being nervous. But… What if he was about to make a move on her? How would she even react? Would she freeze up? Faint? Suddenly she was sweating the thought.

Finally, she just knocked and braced herself.

He opened it almost immediately, smiling and stepping aside to let her in. "Hello,"

"Hi," She murmured, stepping inside. She'd been in Loki's room before and always loved it. His room was warm looking and comforting.

"So, I wanted to speak with you about something." He said, sitting on the large bed. "Sit,"

She sat next to him, listening immediately, and he grinned.

"Always so obedient, aren't you?"

The blood rushed to her face and she squirmed. Why did him calling her that affects her so much? He raised his hand and brushed his thumb over her cheek, caressing her ever so gently.

"Are you like that for everyone or just for me?" He murmured, still caressing her cheek and suddenly making her squirm. She tried to think, but it suddenly dawned on her. She only reacted that way around him.

"Jus' you," She whispered, not meeting his eyes. She saw him smile and then he touched her chin, making her look up at his face.

"Yeah, I figured. You're a good girl, aren't you Y/N? My good girl?"

She nodded immediately, not wanting to make him upset with her in any way.

"Why is that?"

"B-because I trust y-you?"

His eyes burned into hers and she watched as his eyes darkened. He moved the hair out of her face and then his fingers went down to her lips, forcing her bottom one into a pout. Her breathing was shaky and she squirmed again.

"Tell me to stop," He whispered, leaning towards her face, eyes trained on her lips.

"I don't want to." She replied.

He sighed and pushed his lips into hers, kissing her hard and desperate. He cupped both her cheeks and kissed more desperately, direly trying to get closer to her.

She whimpered as she tugged at his hair.

"Do you want this?" He murmured, panting.

She just whined again, chasing his lips in desperation. He moved back to look her in the eyes.

"I need you to tell me kitten."

"Yes," She mumbled, avoiding eye contact and squirming. Grabbing her chin, almost harshly, he pulled her eyes up to his.

"Kitten, I need you to answer a few questions first." She stayed silent so he continued. "How do you want it?"

Suddenly her face lit up with blush so he knew he needed the answer far more than before. She immediately pulled from his hand to stare at her lap where she played with her fingers.

"Y/N…" His voice was dark and it made her shiver. "I need to know the best way to make you unravel."

As he spoke, he leaned over and started kissing and biting at her ear and neck. She whimpered again. When she did, he groaned and suddenly the breath on her neck felt cold. She opened her eyes just in time to see the blue fading from his skin.

"What was that?"

"Uhm…" He bit his lip. "You know of my Jotun heritage?"

She nodded.

"Well sometimes when I get turned on, I get a little distracted and it peeks through."

"Is it v-very difficult to hold b-back?"

"Sometimes,"

"Then don't,"

"What?"

She kissed him, grabbing his hair and squirming to get her words out. "That's how I want you. Pretty and blue."

He groaned, kissing her back and then, to her surprise, whining as he pulled her closer, onto his lap.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, nibbling on her lip.

"Okay, but only if you tell me how else you want it too."

She wanted to pout since it almost felt like she'd gotten away with not speaking her kinks aloud.

"Fine," She whispered. "I-I-I want it rough."

"Rough?"

"Like…" She sighed. "Like I want you to be big and… intimidating? I l-like feeling small with you."

His face broke into a smile as he started shifting into his Jotun form. His beautiful blue skin was chilly and his gorgeous red eyes stared into hers.

"Okay, I can do that."

Excitement flooded her and her face lit up.

"But you'll have to earn it."

"W-what?"

He smirked devilishly. "Sweet, sweet Y/N… I want you to earn it. You want to feel good? Do it yourself."

Loki's voice got deeper as his eyes got darker, his entire demeanor changing.

"I don't understand." She admitted.

He took hold of her hips, shifting her so that she was just sitting on one thigh of his, and then he rocked her hips back and forth. Immediately she let out a moan as she realized what he meant. Her clit rubbed into her panties and pressed against his thigh, sending tingles up her back.

"Loki," She whined.

"You can do it," He whispered, kissing her neck. "You're a good little obedient whore, aren't you?"

Moaning loudly, she started rocking her hips hard, trying to do whatever she could to make him keep talking.

He laughed gently. "Eager are we? Eager and excited and all mine. You're going to cum on my thigh, you hear me, kitten? Only then will I fuck you."

Whimpering again, Y/N started rocking faster.

"Oh good kitten. You must really want me to fuck you, huh?"

She nodded, grunting and almost shaking from how good it felt. She grabbed his shoulders to brace herself as she noticed the wet patch forming on his pants.

"Loki,"

"God yes, say my name." He kissed her lips, biting and growling. "I love all those little noises you make darling, they are exquisite."

"I want you!" She cried, panting.

"Aww, poor baby." He mocked, suddenly bouncing his knee up and making her shout his name. Putting her face into his neck and hiding, she cried with every bounce of his leg.

"Please," She whispered. "Please, please, please!"

He groaned and she felt him twitch in his pants. Never stopping her hips from their motions, she put her hand in between them to palm the ever growing bulge in his pants.

"Fuck!" He cried, starting to breathe heavily. "Oh, you minx."

His hips bucked into his hand before she felt the growl in his chest. Taking her hips in his hands and spinning around to press her against the mattress harshly.

"You want to be fucked so bad? Fine. I'm going to fuck you until you can't feel your legs anymore."

Whimpering as he pushed himself between her legs, he started pulling her pants and panties off at the same time, his blue skin cold against her. He moaned when he saw how wet she already was, practically dripping.

"Oh, you little whore. Look at you, all wet for me. It is all for me, isn't it?"

"Yes!" She cried, desperate for him. "Please, Loki!"

With just a snap of his fingers the rest of their clothes were gone. He'd wanted to strip her of her clothing slowly, to tease her, but he didn't have any patience left. He needed her, now.

Reaching between them, he pumped his cock fast and hard, panting and grunting as he rubbed against her folds, making her mewl. She threw her head into the pillow, biting it to try and lower her moans.

"Oh no, you don't." He kissed her hard, his cold breath tickling her as he slid his tongue into her mouth, devouring everything she'd give him. He was going to ruin her before the night was out.

"I told you, I want to hear all those pretty noises you have for me. And I'm going to take them from you, one way or another." With that, he plunged deep inside her.

"Oh god!" She yelled, writhing with pleasure beyond anything she'd ever felt.

"Who's your god?" He growled, pounding into her and panting.

"You are! Oh fuck, you are, Loki!"

"Oh kitten," He buried his nose in her neck, kissing up and down softly as his hips slowed but didn't soften their blows into her. Hitting her spot and staying there longer, she felt her legs tensing quickly.

"Norns kitten, you are so fucking tight. Such a good girl for me," He whispered in her ear, moaning as she clawed down his cold back, feeling along the lines that spread around his body.

He started fucking her a little faster again, making her moan loudly. Wrapping his arms around completely and biting her ear, he groaned.

"Loki," She whined. "Loki, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah?" He panted, and she nodded, searching for his lips. He kissed her with passion and with love, so much love. She felt it dripping from his lips as his hips stuttered against her, making her entire body tingle.

"Cum with me, kitten." He moaned before whining and giving her one last hard thrust, sending his cold seed deep inside her. As she felt it hit her cervix, she started cumming too, nearly vibrating around his cock.

He groaned as he felt her squeezing him, and then they collapsed into each other.

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stupidrant · 3 months

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another random thought from me 🤣 I remember from the 2018 game when Atreus and Kratos had to row into Jörmungandr’s mouth to look for Mimir’s eye, and since Jörmie is Atreus’ son, it’s like the equivalent to a dad getting a random Lego out of his child’s mouth LOOOOL “let’s not eat legos please” energy 😭

- 🥀 anon (I’ll hide behind this for now 🫣)

LOLL i always thought it was funny how jormie met and watched his own father grow up when he was a child and then saying “daddy its me!” And atreus is like who tf are you until ragnarok😂

#This blog is filled with random thoughts dw 😉#and anon whoever u are i love you #I love all the anons that send me asks #even for anyone who gets off anon i love you too #Everyones shy including myself dont worry 😭#jormungandr #atreus #god of war #god of war ragnarok #loki #Asks

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lizzstarkiller · 6 months

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Does the TVA have a little wardrobe of costumes for their agents to fit into the time period of their mission?

If so, I just have to believe that Loki spent an ungodly amount of time looking for a little green tie that coordinated with his aesthetic.

#loki #loki laufeyson #marvel #loki odinson #loki series #tva loki #tva #time variance authority #my baby is a fashionista #poor gal was struggling with that ugly ass suit for a whole season now theyre finally free #now marvel dont be shy give me the comic accurate outfit that i want #mobius #also i just have to believe that loki and mobius turn their costume change into a whole event

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presicelypoetic · 2 years

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Loki x Shy Female: Part Two

Part two: Loki x Shy female reader

Warning 18+

Word Count: 966

Notes: This night with Loki continues and is only just the beginning of what has yet to come. He starts off with the basics before taunting you with more.

You stand there frozen like a deer in the lights. It all feels like a dream. You’re in awe of his body being pressed into yours. You didn’t know how to feel… but all you could feel was the pleasure in your pulsing core. He pushes his knee in between your legs separating them from one another. “Look at me” he says in a deep growl. His body towers over you looking down with those piercing blue eyes. You can feel the heat coming off his body. “Oh” you cooed. It was that point you feel him grow under his black pants.

All you do was picture what would happen next. You’ve pictured this moment a thousand times in your head. There was no point hiding the obvious blushing painted on your face. “No need to be nervous, pet” he says in a soft calming tone.

“Do you want..?” before he can even finish this question you plant a wet kiss on his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy toes. His hands are sitting at the small of your back.

You feel his soft lips still connected to yours. He slides his tongue into your mouth with every other kiss. He slides his hand down your side placing his hand under your skirt. A soft moan escapes your breath.

He beings to place gentle strokes on top of your underwear. You look down at his hands. One is under your skirt and the other is holding your waist. Before you know it, he’s lifting your chin again. “Come with me” he says.

He grabs your hand and leads you to his room. Dim lights and candles fill the space leaving darkness to collect in the corners of the room. He spins your body in front of his but all you could see was the reflection of you pressed against him. Your butt was pressed tightly against his body. He was so hard. His hands are gently gliding up and down your waist. “I want you to look in that mirror for me”.

Your breathing changes. Unsure of his intentions. The curiosity gets the best of you. “Why?” you ask in a soft-spoken tone. He chuckles. “I want you to see what I see” He states with a smirk on his face. “I want you to see just how pretty you look when I make you cum”. You stand there silent unsure of how to respond. “Would you like that darling?”. “Yes” you state, still engulfed in the pleasure of the moment. As his hand slides down your skirt he places a trail of kisses down your neck to your shoulders.

This time his hand dives under your underwear. His soft hands leave circles on your now throbbing clit. He knew what he was doing you thought to yourself. “mmm” you moan as he continues to touch you. With his free hand he grabs your face and starts to kiss you. He is breathing heavily now. Hot breath pushes through his nose between kisses. With his mouth he gently sucks in your bottom lip and gently bites it with his teeth. You feel your eyes roll in the back of your head. He kisses the side of your face and looks straight into the mirror.

He's taking in every expression of your face as you begin to grind against his body and hand. Your hair up in a ponytail. The loose bra straps and tank top still draped off your shoulders. His hands holding your fragile body upright. Your body bucking with every graze and slight touch. The anticipation boils over inside of you until you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Oh god” you squeal. With those two words his slips one finger in your core thrusting in and out slowly at first. Your legs start to shake. “I told you I would make you squirm” he whispers and nibbles your ear. His other hand glides under your tank top coming to a resting point right under your bra. His hand spread out holding you up against him more for support as your legs continue to shake. “Be a good girl and keep your eyes on the mirror” He states as he is watching your head tilt back. You focus your gaze on the mirror. His eyes fixated on you. His arms glistening with small beads of sweat and his dark hair slightly covers his face. A dim glow outlines his body highlighting the muscle definition in his arms.

Deep quick breaths escape your lungs. You can feel him insert another finger curling into your core. A small pressure builds within you. You can feel how wet you are. Your focus shifts to trying not to fall on your knees as your legs start to become weak. “What a pretty little pet” he says with his raspy voice. He continues to pump and thrust his fingers in and out of you while his thumb works on your clit. All you feel is your body release and legs give out as you moan. ”good girl” he whispers.

He is supporting your collapsing body. He removes his hand from you, picks you up, and places you gently on the bed. His two fingers and hand showing the glistening prize of his work. You lay facing the ceiling trying to avoid his eyes. Your heart is still pounding as you try to steady your breathing. Pleasure still spreads through your body. He stands over you with his hands on both sides of your head lightly pressed on the bed. His eyes examining your face. “How are you feeling darling?” he states with an obvious smirk on his face. “I’m doing great”. He chuckles at your simple response and places a kiss on your forehead. “I have something that will really make you scream for me”, he says pausing for a moment “But only if you beg me for it”.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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hiii :)

I saw you’re taking fluff requests at the moment so here I am😍

More or less this scenario was ghosting around in my dreams yesterday;

The reader's a very silent, calm person, not really talking much and always leaving parties or gatherings early. Loki is somehow intrigued by her mysterious nature but when he started trying to get closer to her, she just thought he was kidding (she thought of herself as boring and weird). One day Loki found out the real reason for her former 'aversion' and set up a romantic dinner or something to convince her of the authenticity of his feelings…❣️

If it’s something you would want to work with I would be so happy. Thank you so much!!! :)

So, I am a naturally loud and assertive person, and I think nearly all of my Reader characters have reflected this, so this will be different for me to write, but great practice! Hope this finds you and makes your day, anon!

“The God and the Wallflower”

Summary: After a lifetime of being the unassuming background player, you don’t understand why the most interesting being you know is fascinated by you.

Pairing: Loki x Shy!Reader Content Warning: descriptions of verbal/emotional bullying (although this WILL be fluff so nothing too intense) Word Count: 1.5K (sorry, this became a little longer than a drabble)

Always against the wall at the party. Always in the shadows outside. Always the ensemble player in the musical. Now, you were the secretary in a sea of superheroes.

As a girl with a gifted twin sister, you grew up essentially looking out for your own needs. Your parents, the desperate social-climbers they were, lavished attention, praise, and extras on your twin, who got straight-As in school, led the color guard to their first national championships, and got a full-ride to Columbia U, all while you couldn’t even make editor of the school paper because the advisor forgot you’d even signed up. Your twin was also a beauty, somehow, she’d gotten the bright redheaded gene that made her stand out even more in the family. You just had your plain, frizzy, brown hair that often got dry. Your sister was a thin, graceful, interesting lady. You were much more of a dumpy, lumpy, faceless being.

Of course, this meant in school you got the comparisons from teachers and the taunting from bullies about how there was no way you weren’t adopted. You became an adult with your only superpower being your resourcefulness, but that could only get you a nice job as opposed to what you really wanted: friendship, companionship, maybe even a romance. Not a single person of any gender cared to look your way. Not because you were ugly (you weren’t), but because your natural ability to blend in rendered you invisible, so you chose not to fight it, and instead resign yourself to your lot.

You did pull off one amazing feat that your perfect sister never could, however: Tony Stark hired you to be his second-shift personal assistant at the Avenger’s compound in Dutchess County, NY. He was the type of guy who needed so much help that he needed a right hand for every hour of the day. Because of your natural resourcefulness and quick mind, he appreciated your ability to introduce him to everyone at a part whom he vaguely remembered but couldn’t quite put a name to. He also almost immediately admitted that he’d liked you because you didn’t seem “the type to get in the way.”

Tonight, however, was a victory celebration, and while celebrities and Avengers mingled, you weren’t of much use. So, you took your usual position along the far wall and people-watched until the earliest possible time you could go home.

Watching the Avengers mingle could be entertaining on its’ own. Steve, of course, was a hit with the ladies. Bruce and Natasha tended to work the crowds as a unit. Whenever Clint could get away from his family, he’d usually be cracking jokes with Thor somewhere in the middle of the room. Wanda and Vision usually stayed close as a couple, and like you, they were more of the wallflower type…but at least they had each other.

You looked at your watch nervously, hoping that it was midnight, when Stark would allow you to head home. Drat! It was only 9:41.

“You look like a woman with a lot of stories.”

Startled, you gasped lightly and turned your head to your left, where someone had joined you against the wall.

Thor’s shady brother Loki was the one who had initiated the conversation. You hadn’t seen that much of him since your hiring. He was one who preferred keeping to himself in the library, or sometimes drinking with his brother after most of the others were gone or asleep.

He unsettled you a little, and not because of his trickery or history with trying to conquer cities. He always walked through a room like a knife through butter, quick, confident, knowing where he was going. Although, his confident stride, along with his long block curls and devilish grin, kind of made him attractive to you. Sometimes you found yourself looking at him with interest in crowded situations where you could disguise your gazes as something else. But Loki was (technically) an Avenger, and thus, he could have his pick of any of the beauties (or studs) in the room. No matter how you felt about him, he was leagues above you, and really should have been on the arm of a model or actor or politician’s child.

So why was he here talking to the sentient cardboard cutout who’d never said a word directly to anyone in the room who wasn’t Stark?

You shook your head silently. No, not here, you thought. Would someone really stoop to mocking me here?

“My intention wasn’t to startle you,” Loki apologized. “But I’ve been keeping an eye on you most of the evening, and I’ve been biding my time, but I’ve been hoping to get acquainted with you for a time now.”

You looked down, embarrassed that you were already beginning to feel tears forming. “Please, don’t.”

Loki looked at you with concern. “What is it, Y/N? I assure you I’m—”

“—I can’t do this tonight,” you blurted out, brushing past Loki and quickly leaving the room, leaving the God standing there, confused and hurt.

Loki couldn’t believe how completely he had just struck out. It wasn’t something he was used to, especially when he’d been planning on how to approach you for nearly a week, and deciding that this soiree was the opportune moment.

“Ooof, bad idea, Vixen,” said Tony, sliding over to Loki, still dumbfounded and hurt at the rejection.

“I barely said ten words, and she wouldn’t—”

“—there’s a few things you should know about her,” Stark explained. “She’s extremely shy.”

“Why is that? She’s beautiful,” Loki said quietly.

“She grew up with a sister who was great at everything and always got the attention. I hired her because she’s got incredible self-reliance, so I barely have to explain anything to her. She never quite lived up to the bar her twin set, and when she felt short, she was usually shut out for it. When I hired her, she actually asked me if I was feeling okay.”

Well, if anyone understands what it’s like to live in the shadow of a better sibling, it’s me, Loki thought as he bit his lip. “I was too forward, then.”

“Big time, Bambi.”

He sighed. “Well, what do you recommend?”

Tony shrugged. “Getting someone like her to believe she’s special enough isn’t going to be easy, but it may be the only way to convince someone that stubborn.”

Loki smiled. “Not to worry, I already have something in mind.”

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The following evening, Tony unexpectedly relieved you of duty a few hours early, saying he wanted to have a date night with Pepper. “But,” he added, “before you do, could you go out to the roof and check for a file I may have dropped the other day?”

You snorted. “Why did you have a personal file on the roof?” you asked softly. “You always tell me they don’t leave the basement.”

“Because…well…” Tony stumbled over his words for a second. “Just…go to the roof for five minutes before you leave, okay? Damn this sappy shit…” he mumbled under his breath, walking away before you could ask more.

Groaning, you obeyed and made your way up the floors, opening the door to the roof and not expecting to find a table set for two, tea lights strung up all over, a record player emitting soft, gentle, romantic music, and Loki standing awkwardly by the table.

“Oh my…” you felt a pang of nausea in your gut, and you instantly went to turn around.

“No, please, Y/N!” Loki called after you. “I’m in earnest!”

You stopped and shook your head. “There’s no way.”

Loki walked toward you, holding out a hand. “I set this up for you, and I don’t go to such trouble for people I deem less than worthy of my attention.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You have me all wrong. I’m really nothing.”

“Stark said you’ve been through things, that you’re used to keeping quiet because that’s what everyone expects of you,” he said. “Y/N, the same thing happened to me. Do you not remember who my brother is?”

You found the courage to look Loki in the eye for the first time. “I don’t understand. Why me? I’m the most plain, boring, unassuming—”

Loki shook his head and dared to take your hand, bringing it to his lips and laying a gentle kiss on it. “May I ask you something? Do you think me someone who wastes their time with common people?”

You shrugged silently.

“Well, I don’t. So please, take this as a gesture of my interest,” Loki said, indicating the beautiful set up he’d worked all afternoon to perfect for you. “I want to know your story, and please, leave out no details. I want to savor every chapter of you.”

You still didn’t understand why or how, but looking into Loki’s icy blue eyes and seeing the sincerity in them unlocked your heart, and you decided in that moment to exercise cautious trust, and to give the man access to your soul.

“Well,” you said, finally smiling and letting yourself open up slowly, like a rose bud, “I guess if that’s true, the sooner we start, the better.”

Your heart fluttered when you realized Loki wasn’t dropping your hand as he guided you towards the supper table. For the first time, you felt ready to open up to someone.

Well, here it goes…

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anukulee · 7 months

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All I Ever Wanted

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Requested by; Skymoonandstardust (Tumblr).

NOTE: This couple's meeting and similar to His Maiden In A Tree, through some details have been changed. Keep this in mind while reading this.

Atop a throne Loki Laufeyson (formally Odinson) sat, his eyes drifting lower then him ever so often to face his subjects, a dream that he had held ever since he was a little boy. Yet rather then rival in such a feeling, Loki was dishearted, as finally the desire he had held for so long had finally been fufilled. Why is that, was a question that would often occupy his mind, invading his thoughts at the worst of times, times where Loki was supposed to be preoccupied in doing his needed kingly duties, such as listening. Rather then drifting in and out of conscious, only picking up what was needed. Loki's finger wondering to the top of his forehead, leaning towards his side, almost as if he was in deep thought over the issue, when truly his mind was else where.

Through the subject below seemed to take no notice of Loki's lack of attention as he continued to patter on with whatever issue that concerned him. As this non-sensensical rambling continued on, until something pulled Loki out, yet rather then it be the man kneeling in front of Loki it was someone else. "I believe we will be able to assist you, good sir, won't we brother," the person spoke, his voice as booming as one might expect of the man behind it. This voice belonged to Loki's adoptive older brother Thor, a title that he had been forced to acknowledge if he wished to remain as king over his sister Hela.

If not for the years of pratice that Loki had as a the silver tongue, he would've stuttered at the abrupt shift of the conversation. Especially one that he had been paying little to no attention to. Yet the words came flowing out of Loki as naturally as one might expect, living up to the reputation of silver tongue. "Yes, I believe we can, brother. Now if that is all you require perhaps Hela may see you out?" Loki refering to Hela Friggadottir, their adoptive sister currently positioned at the edge of the throne room, dawning her usual black attire, eyes boring into his, not buying a word that slipped out of Loki's tongue.

"We shall see brother, that is if this man can make it out," Hela noted, a small grin appearing on her face, one that very much mirrored her adopted little brother. While normally Loki might've take amusement in Hela's remark, his mind still remainded on other things, having no remark to Hela murderious comment.

"Now sister you jest right," Thor said speaking in Loki's place, lifting up his hand up in a stop position.

"And if I weren't how would you suggest in stopping me baby brother?"

"I have done it before sister, don't think I can't do it again."

"Yes, but you had the help of our dear brother, whose mind seems to be else where."

Upon hearing this comment, Loki seemed to snap back into place at least long enough to form a response. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

"You mistaken me, dear sister my mind is entirely on matters here."

"So you claim brother."

"You dare speak against your king," Loki asked, his eyebrows tilting upward. It was at this moment that the subject seemed to take to leaving without Hela's guidence likely knowing better then to get involved in the matters of the gods, especially the ones of the former Odin children.

"Yes, if your mind is elsewhere I shall speak up. After all I didn't give up my quest just to serve an absent minded king, if I wanted that I could've done it with dear old father."

"Are you sure you would like to continue speaking dear sister," Loki asked, as with simple glow of his seidr, in Loki's hand materialized a dagger, one that he was prepared to aim towards his sister if need be.

"You wish to aim a dagger at me, Odin's rightful born? Dear brother I believe you must be mistaken, if you think this shall end well. Remember I am the goddess of death."

"And I am the god of mischief, I have died so many times I have long lost count."

Sensing the tension between his two sibling, Thor took this chance to place himself in front of the two stubborn beings. "While I enjoy your banter dear siblings, I believe we have other matters to attend to."

"Such as what," Loki and Hela asked in harmony, something that resulted in a mutual glare towards the other.

"I believe we have another subject to attend to."

"We do," Loki and Hela asked once again in harmony.

"Yes, and I can't call her in if you too are squabbling."

"Big words from your mouth brother, it's unusual," Loki remarked, the remark meant more towards teasing then the deggration one might think.

"I do learn things from you, brother," Thor remarked with a smile, which recieved the smallest smile from Loki's lips/

"I suppose we can continue this disucssion later sister."

"Giving up so easily little brother," Hela asked, her tone as teasing as one expect of a big sister.

"Never, but I believe our brother is right, we have other matters to deal with."

"Fine, but just this once."

"Indeed," Loki said, before motioning his hand towards the door. "Now open up, and bring our next person."

"I shall do it brother," Thor volunteered.

"You don't trust me do you brother," Hela asked, putting her hands towards her heart in mock concern.

"I do, sister, but I believe our brother would like to see this one," Thor said, as a smile began to peek under his features, and before Loki could ask what he might, he saw her. Upon seeing her everything seemed to stop.

"I see, perhaps we should our dear brother alone for this matter," Hela hinted, as a smile began to peek on her own features. Loki far too busy in other things to pay attention to the looks that was crossing his older siblings faces, as soon the two took their leave, as Loki was left alone with her…

Her head adored by a bright blue hood, her almost red auburn hair parted on both sides, flowing to the tops of her purple dress, blue eyes lingering up to face Loki's own green ones. "Is this the right time? I could always come back another that if that is what you wish," she asked, her voice far more nervous then what Loki would wish especially coming from her. Yet how he loved hearing she spoke, her voice just as angelic as he remembered.

This being the very thing that seemed to make Loki speak, his gaze no longer lingering merely on her. "Non-sense my dear you are always welcomed. Now come forth my siblings are no longer here so feel free to come closer. I promise I shall not bite."

"Are you sure for I have heard tales of you?"

"And do you believe them?"

"Perhaps, who am I too question your actions," she asked, a the smallest of smile began to peak from her lips.

At that moment all Loki thought was, there is my queen. A thought that wasn't uncommon especially in regards to her. A comment that he didn't hesist to voice. "For someone as shy as you, one might expect the comment that come out of your mouth."

"Perhaps, but it has kept me from the marriage market until now."

"Until now," Loki asked, his brows starting to furrow.

"Yes, it seems people think I am long past the age to marry."

"Marry," Loki asked, almost stuttering almost as if something was caught in his throat.

"Yes, unless you have a problem with that?"

At that moment so many thoughts began to run through Loki's mind. Her marry? She can't be of age not yet? Can she? I believe she is around Sif's age. Sif has yet to marry so why should she? If she is then who might marry her? Perhaps a noble man or if she is unfortunate she might marry Thor or worse. Why does her marrying someone make me feel like this? If she does marry Thor, why couldn't she marry me, Loki questioned, and with that very question did the pieces begin to fit into place.

This feeling in his heart almost as if he was jealous, when he should be delighted by the thought of her finding someone. The sense of something lacking whenever she wasn't in his presense. His forever lingering gaze whenever she is around as he was reminded of something from so long ago.

The moment of her finding him in that tree of there, one that stood there despite the test of time, despite everything that had happened. The moment she called out from the tree, choosing to talk to him, not knowing his position. Their friendly bickering despite her shy nature. The way she continued to stand beside him despite all the mischief he caused, even after finding out who he was was. Something that was confirmed all those years later when she had blurted it out. Moments that Loki found himself longing for now as he sat upon the throne almost frozen. Wondering just why he was longing for those days, and why wasn't he happy? Why do I feel so empty without her around, he wondered.

As if a light bulb finally went off in his mind everything became clear, he loved her. This being the reason why the very next words came out of his mouth. "Then why don't you marry me?"

At this the one Loki's now saw as his queen frozen, Loki's hands now on his mouth just a little too late now. "Marry you?"

"Yes," Loki uttered, his silver tongue forever gone, with that.

"Me marry you?"

"Does the thought digust you? Marrying a monster?"

"You are no monster."

"Then why do you stutter?"

"It's unexpected."

"Is it truly, we have known each other since we were children playing in that tree of ours?"

"Yes, I suppose we have?"

"So what will it be?"

"Are you even ready for this, or is this because you think I might be taken by another," Loki's queen asked, now taking steps to grow closer to the throne. As Loki made his way down slowly, his steps echoing across the room taking her hands into his ever so gently.

"My dear, I have everything I have ever desired since I was a child, despite this all day I have felt as if something was missing. Yet the moment you came in it was as if something felt more full."

"It did."

"Yes, and I can't express how much it hurt, when I thought you going to another and even my brother. It was then I thought how much I love us, especially out shared soft bickering."

"Is that all," Loki's queen asked, her eyes blicking far to flirtlessly almost as if she knew the spell she had cast upon him.

"Not even close, perhaps I shall say how much I love how one moment you might be shy, yet the next saying the last thing one might expect. Or perhaps the way your auburn hair glows in the light, the deepness of your ocean eyes, or even the way your hair falls just below your breasts."

"Paying attention to my breasts much?"

"You are going off track, what I am trying to say is that I wouldn't mind getting to know more of you."

"More of me?"

"Perhaps the way your face might become after a night of pleasure, or what the Midgardians call bed head. The way you would laugh beside me every day just as we did underneath our tree. The way you would listen and make comments alongside me in that sly way of yours. Or just for you to be mine."

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Perhaps, honestly I am not too sure, all I know is that I don't want to give you up, and wish for more. That you are all I ever wanted."

"I see."

"So what do you say?"

"I suppose we could try this, if I am all you ever wanted."

"So will you take me to be your king?"

"As long as I am your queen."

"You have always been my queen even when we were beneath our tree. So how about it," Loki offered, his hand now offering towards his queen's.

"I say lead the way my king," Loki's queen said, taking Loki's hand into hers, as the two began their journey, as finally, Loki would have everything he would ever want, all with his queen by his side.

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lokiusly · 4 days

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OG s2e5: Loki observes timeline Mobius from afar, unsure of how to proceed. They make eye contact. Mobius walks to Loki & kisses their cheek. “Hey honey, what’s up? Where are the kids?” Loki’s cheeks redden for the first time in eons— mouth agape.

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iamshmolphrog · 4 months

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i actually never posted this here! this is my desk that i got bored one day and doodled all over it with my paint pens! i really like how it turned out! there's various nintendo references, (kirby, shy guy, triforce) some marvel stuff (the guardians of the galaxy, tva logo from the loki series), all 3 harry styles albums covers (im dont know if liking his music counts as dorky but i'll take my chances here) and just oodles of silly little ghosts and creatures

(i had to take the picture sideways to get it all, but obviously in real life it goes horizontal)

(if youre looking at something here and thinking "what's that?" i would love for you to ask me. there are few things i love more than over-explaining my interests)

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clandestineloki · 2 years

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cw: tub sex (slightly big tub fit for two people and loki's monster cock), fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, soft but mean!dom loki, subspace subspace subspace

"ssh," loki chuckles, kissing your forehead and laying you down, his cock sliding out of your spent hole. you whimper, sensitive from all the orgasms he just gave you.

"i know, i know, i did very well," he teases, knowing you don't have the strength to hit him with a pillow. you laugh, though, and your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your thighs still twitching from overstimulation.

loki giggles, brushing some of your hair back as he kisses the spot under your eye. "i'll get to running you a bath, dear. get some sleep for now, little dove~"

you smile and nod, and he puts on a pair of pants as he heads into the bathroom.

a few seconds pass and you suddenly get this impatient feeling, one where you want him to come back and smother you in kisses and whispers and hugs and all the love he can give... what is this? why are you suddenly so clingy now?

whatever it is has you hopping off the bed and picking up your robe, tying it around your waist as you walk to the bathroom, half-hiding by the door frame as you meekly watch your lover turn on the tap to fill the tub, his back to you as he waits for it to fill up.

it's quite fascinating to watch him do this, you've never seen him set up your bath before. usually you fall asleep or are just too weak to get up, so you have no idea what loki does that makes these baths so relaxing.

he fishes through the drawer and pulls out a jar of flower petals, scattering them in the water.

it makes you think of how well he takes care of you, always insisting it's the least he can do to repay you for "being such a sweet angel" and "obeying him like a good girl". though you protest every single night, he never seems to give in, pressing a finger to your lips to silence your whining.

you peek a little more as he takes a scoop of some bath powder and salt and pours it in the tub, a light fizzing sound tickling your ears sweetly.

loki stretches, groaning lightly as his back muscles tense, and he turns to you.

"oh, hello there~"

he grins cheekily, and you gasp, almost darting off in embarrassment, ashamed you got caught. but he's quicker, and vanishes from his spot just as you feel two arms wrapping around you from behind.

"loki-!" you yelp. he laughs loudly, lifting you up over his shoulder and lightly squeezing your butt. you squeal, only making him more amused.

"there we go," he huffs, setting you down on the counter. "now, what is my darling, sweetheart, pretty angel doing out of bed?" he pecks your lips, waiting for an answer.

"i just wanted to watch you," you mumble.

"mm." he nods, though he doubts that's all to it. "this came unprompted, love?"

"yeah," you hum, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. "just wanted to see you."

he tilts his head curiously as you sink into his bare chest. "you just wanted to see me? it hasn't even been a minute."

you don't reply. he senses something a little different in the way you act, but he pulls back, kissing your nose and lifting you up into a princess carry anyway.

"well, do you still want the bath?"

you nod, clinging to him tighter. he sighs fondly, making his way to the tub and setting you down in the foamy water.

god, it feels super warm against your sore hips and legs. you whimper in satisfaction, sinking further into the tub as loki laughs.

"feels good, baby?" he asks, and you nod, ever so grateful.

loki takes off his pants, sitting down behind you and sighing in relaxation.

he opens his eyes and laughs when he sees you almost fully soaked in the water, sighing again at the refreshing feeling. you rise back up, eyes squinted, hair wet and covered in orange petals and he internally swoons at just how cute you are.

"how are you feeling?" loki asks, moving to hover above you.

"okay," you mumble shyly, smiling up at him.

"just okay?" loki kisses your neck, reveling in the way you try to hide your tiny noises of pleasure.

his fingers trace your thigh as he sucks at your sensitive spot just under your jaw.

"well, i hope you can take my fingers for just a bit more, i'd like to give you a little... reward~"

your eyes widen as you feel his fingers just barely grazing your most sensitive areas. "reward? but we- we just-"

"ssh," he soothes you, nuzzling into your neck. "i know, but i can't help it when you're being so good for me."

he reassuringly squeezes your hand, before pushing your chest so you fully lay back on him. "stay still for me, angel."

"o-okay," you mumble, and he laughs, playfully nipping your cheek, then tracing his tongue over it and doing it again while his fingers slowly work their way inside you.

"is that alright?" he asks lowly, his fingers completely still inside you as he gauges your expression.

you whimper, his voice making you pulse around his digits. "still- still okay," your legs twitching from the slightest stimulation.

loki chuckles, his kisses moving slowly towards your ear as he sucks harder, seeing that you're already so sensitive. he can't not milk you until you're crying, he just can't, you're just too irresistible.

he feels you weakly grip his thigh the moment he moves his fingers inside of you. this must feel heavenly for you, he thinks with a smirk, as you shiver and mewl weakly.

"loki-!" you cry softly, eyes burning with pleasure as he nudges at your sensitive spot again and again. he goes in deeper, eliciting another broken whimper of his name as a singular tear leaks from your pretty, glassy eyes.

you come within seconds, already so sensitive from earlier, and in the perfect headspace for a single touch to make you go crazy and mumble little loki, pleases, and sob softly, no more-

"hmm? more?" he asks teasingly. he knows what he's doing to you, tiring you out until you can't object so he can towel you off and bring you back to bed and use you as his cute little cocksleeve until you pass out, dripping with his essence and twitching in pleasure, the pillows wet with your tears.

he knew what you wanted from the start, even before you did: from the moment he saw your tiny frame in the bathroom doorway. that meek energy he could practically feel, the shy submissiveness in your eyes that he knew all too well, that gives him the sign to make you forget anything but his name and the way he makes you feel.

he's built it up all this time: pampering you and treating you so delicately, kissing you and praising you until you ultimately melted in his arms and gave in to that warm feeling blooming inside you.

it's all planned, except for the way his heart beats so loudly whenever you do anything so adorable.

that's new every single night.

that's why he makes sure to only ever give you the best things, like a nice, soothing bath and more orgasms than your poor little hole can handle.

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