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Dude Looks like a Lady

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Characters: Loki & OCs

Rating: T (language… and mentions of ‘Twilight’—reader discretion advised because of the latter)

Genre: Humor and family

Summary: A short tale involving denim shorts, a crop top, a mortified teenage girl, and a chaos god that doesn’t give a shit.

Being over a millennium old, Loki had had many experiences both good and bad. Finding out he was a Frost Giant; ruling over Asgard for a brief time; attempting to take over Earth and being imprisoned for it; helping Thor avenge the death of their mother and protect the woman he loved and being killed in the process; being brought back to life—just a few of the highlights. But none of these or any other past experiences could ever have come close to those that came along with being the guardian of a sixteen-year-old Midgardian female that he now found himself encountering on a daily basis. No, such a lifestyle—as well as his charge, Brynn—was proving quite the education.

One of the most recent experiences had centered around the seemingly mundane concept of laundry. Aside from the fact that, until the last year on Earth, Loki had never done laundry in his life (that’s what servants were for and what being a prince granted you); Loki had never realized how much of a hassle the chore was. First, there was the sorting: whites and colors had to be separated; denim and heavier fabrics were best sorted into their own piles rather than clumped together with everything else; delicates needed a pile of their own as well. Then there was the washing; whites used hot water, everything else could be cold or warm water; delicates should often be handled by the instructions on the tag and this often meant hand-washing; heavily soiled clothing shouldn’t just be thrown in the washer—it had to have a little extra care in order to get them effectively clean and avoid unsightly stains; you had to adjust the size of the loads so that there’d be enough water in the machine to actually get the clothes clean; and always remember to put the soap in or else you’re just rinsing the clothes and you might as well just use a hose if that’s the idea.

The drying process was much easier, though sometimes you had to make a judgment call on whether to use the dryer or the clothesline outside. (On at least a couple occasions, the weather forecast had gone unnoticed and Brynn and Loki had ended up outside racing the storm clouds in an effort to get the half-dry laundry off the line before it got soaked again.)

But if sorting through dirty clothes was the most unpleasant part of the laundry process, the most boring process, by far, was folding. Not only was it tedious to fold the clothing it was also tedious to once again sort through the clothes so the right person ended up with the right garments. It was also somewhat awkward. Neither of them enjoyed handling each other’s underthings, nor the idea of the other handling them.

In part, that was the main reason for the decision for them to each do their own laundry. They were both more than capable of this by now (though sometimes Loki did still ask Brynn for help if he was unsure or something slipped his mind), and it was much easier to keep track of what belonged to who and made them far more comfortable. But, once in a while, something occurred that would lead to someone’s clothes ending up in the wash with someone else’s. Such a case was what led to Loki’s most recent experience with Brynn.

It had started off innocently enough. Loki had just thrown a load of his shirts into the washing machine when Brynn had arrived home from school and walked through the back door soaked and muddy….

“What happened to you?” Loki chuckled, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorpost. He looked the sixteen-year-old up and down.

Brynn scowled at him, lips curled into a snarl and a slight growl rumbling out of her chest. She was not in the mood for his teasing. “Slipped and fell on my ass in the mud walking up the driveway,” she grumbled. “About half a dozen times! Seriously, we need to get some rock put down that thing, or else someone’s gonna end up breaking their leg after a rainstorm, and it’ll probably be me!” The teen angrily dropped her mud-splattered book bag to the mudroom floor, tossed her sandals (which she’d been carrying) to the side, and kicked off her dirty rain boots. Afterward, she eyed the bag a bit dolefully. “You can magic this clean right?” she asked, looking at her guardian with hopeful, blue-gray eyes.

The raven-haired god looked over the bag with pursed lips, taking in the damage, before finally nodding affirmatively. “I can do something about that,” he assured her with a smirk. “I am a master sorcerer after all.”

Brynn smiled, looking rather relieved. “Good! ‘Cuz I think the books inside are wet too.”

The Asgardian’s brilliant green eyes suddenly widened in mock alarm and he splayed his hands across his chest with a dramatic gasp. “Odin forbid! We mustn’t allow such tragedy to befall such remarkable tomes of knowledge!” Loki found what Brynn’s school so laughably referred to as “educational reading material” was really anything but educational and the most mind-numbingly dull works of text he’d ever come across in his life. At least most of them. Her science book could be fairly interesting from time to time. As could her literature one.

The girl gave him a hard look, albeit a playful one. “Well, if you wanna pay for the damage done to school text-books fine then, go ahead. They’re all pretty much falling apart anyway, they’re so old.” Then she grew serious as she added, “But seriously, at least save my reading book—it’s Maddie’s and she’ll kill me if I ruin it.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the mention of the dreaded book. “Ruining that monstrosity would only be an act of mercy for the world,” he remarked dryly. He shook his head and raised an eyebrow. “Why on earth would you ever agree to read something so…”

“Moronic and gross?” Brynn finished for him with a flat look. “‘Cuz Maddie got sick of me ragging on ‘Twilight’ when I’d only ever seen the movies and never read the books. She only agreed to let me keep doing it until after I’d read the books too. If I wanted to, that is.”

“And do you?”

There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation, just an insistent, “Yes.”

The god snorted. “Very well,” he sighed, “I will see that the sparkly vampires are saved along with everything else.” He then looked Brynn over again. The girl certainly must have taken a tumble. Her curly blonde hair, which had been braided down her back when she’d left for school that morning, was coming undone and sticking out in odd angles with mud and rainwater: In fact, she almost looked brunette now! Her arms and legs were caked with mud, and her face looked like it had been covered in a mud mask that she’d haphazardly wiped off. Brynn very much looked like something from a horror story that had just crawled out of a muddy bog. “Would you like for me to do the same with you, or are you planning on joining a colony of swamp monsters?” he teased.

Brynn gave him another scowl. “Ha, ha, you’re a riot, Loks.” Then she looked herself over and shook her head with a heavy sigh. “No, don’t worry about me,” she answered his previous question. “This stuff needs to be washed anyway.” The teen flapped her vest in reference. “It’s been tainted with Nina’s godawful, cotton-candy scented pew-fume.” She met Loki’s gaze again, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she added, “And, unfortunately, the same goes for me.”

The God of Mischief nodded. “Very well,” he sighed, moving towards her. “I already have some of my clothes washing, but you can go ahead and add your things to it—we’ll sort them out later. No, no kiss now!” he exclaimed. Brynn had been going up on tip-toe to administer her usual ‘hello’ kiss to his cheek, but Loki put up a hand to hold her off. “I have no desire to be muddied up with you. It can wait until after you’ve cleaned up.” With that, the man made a slight wave of his hand. “There should be a towel waiting for you on the counter of the laundry room now,” he commented as Brynn began to make her way to the door that led to said room. “You be sure to towel off as much mud as you can in the laundry room and wrap your hair up before going up to shower,” he instructed warningly. “I don’t want muddy tracks leading all over the house.”

Brynn snorted. “Whatever you say, Mom.”

“Hmm. And here I thought you were going to insult me.”

Smiling, Brynn rolled her eyes and opened the laundry room door. She was about to go inside when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder to see that Loki had picked up her bag and was inspecting it and its contents a bit more closely. He was distracted—excellent! Pivoting around, the girl lunged at the tall, lanky man and, before he could react, tackled him in a big, muddy, wet, full-body hug, almost knocking him over. She planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Mmmwah! Loveya,bigbrother,you’rethegreatest—thanks!” As quickly as she’d embraced him she released him and barreled back towards the door, grinning smugly.

Recovering from the shock of the ambush, Loki whipped around with a glare. “Brynna May Hagel!” he barked. But Brynn had already disappeared through the door; the god could hear her giggling with triumphant glee in the laundry room on the other side. That caused his scowl to quickly melt away into a soft smile, and he shook his head with a chuckle. Ah, Brynn…. She was an infuriating, little Machiavellian, that one. But she was his infuriating, little Machiavellian, and the trickster god couldn’t be happier or more proud.

With a sigh, Loki looked himself over to assess the damage his little troublemaker had done to him. “Well, it would appear I’ll have to magic myself clean as well now. Thank you so very much, Princess.” Then he caught a whiff of a strong cotton candy scent. Nose wrinkling in disgust just as Brynn’s had, the man curled his lip and groaned, “‘Pew-fume’ indeed.”

And that’s where it had started: Brynn—under his suggestion—had thrown her soiled garments in with his because it was simply the most sensible and convenient thing to do. She’d promised to come and get them later and fold them herself. Great, wonderful—no big deal, Loki hadn’t cared; they were just clothes after all and he could handle folding a few of her things once in a while just as she could in reverse. But since she had said she would deal with them later herself, Loki had taken her at her word and left it at that. So when the load had finished the cycle and he’d put it all in a basket and brought it back up to his room in order to put things away, the man had let Brynn know that her clothes were ready for retrieval.

That had been four weeks ago. An entire month. The clothes—a pair of high-waisted shorts, a graphic crop top, and a denim vest—were still lying in the clothes basket, waiting to be folded and put away. And they weren’t even in his room anymore; the basket was sitting out in the hall beside his bedroom door which Brynn had to walk by in order to get to and from her own bedroom. So it wasn’t as though she didn’t see them there and was able to forget about them. But the clothes were still there. The teen hadn’t even so much as pulled the vest out of it to wear it again—she just left them all there unnoticed.

Loki had finally taken to reminding his charge about them and suggesting she put them away. It was only a few articles after all; it would take no time at all. And every time he had, Brynn had nodded her head and waved a dismissive hand, declaring that she would “get to it later” and that she had “something else on her mind at the moment”. On some occasions, she had: There had been a science project that had taken both her and Loki all night to complete; then there had been the assignment for literature in which she’d had to rewrite the American Constitution in her own words; then there had been the practice PSAT tests that the school’s guidance counselor had sent home a few times because, apparently, “it was never too soon to start getting ready”. But as many times as there had been something else to occupy her time, there had been even more moments when Brynn could have turned attention to her clothes and put them away. After all, once again, it was only three articles of clothing. But she hadn’t.

Now, it was true that Loki could have taken it upon himself to fold her clothes and put them away for Brynn, or even just toss them into her room on her bed. Again, it was only a few garments, and all of them, thankfully, were of the outerwear variety. And, admittedly, the god had considered it. Hel, he wouldn’t have even had to do it by hand—he could have just magicked them to reappear in their appropriate places folded/hung up and ready to go for the next time. But the simplicity of the task wasn’t really the point. The point was that Brynn had stated, for a fact, that she would take care of and put her clothes away herself. She’d promised to. And so far she wasn’t holding to it.

While it might have seemed hypocritical for him, Loki, a literal trickster god, to make a thing about his charge not holding to her word, in truth, promises were something Loki took quite seriously. Especially where the people he cared most about were concerned. So the fact that Brynn, someone he indeed cared very deeply for, was not sticking to something she’d sworn to do, did not sit well with him on both a personal and moral level. There was also the simple fact of the god finding this dismissive, lazy, irresponsible behavior of hers rather irksome and was doing his best to break her of it. After all, he was her main parental figure now; it was his job to help her grow into a responsible, well-rounded, well-adjusted adult.

It was because of all these participating factors that Loki finally decided it was time to teach Brynn a little lesson about responsibility and keeping her word. It wouldn’t be anything too drastic, just something to get the message across. And while simple communication usually did prove to be an excellent teaching tool, with some people it just didn’t have an effective enough impact. Unfortunately, Brynn could be one of those people. And also unfortunately (at least for Brynn) Loki was the type of teacher that, when presented with an opportunity where he could either teach a lesson via communication or in a more active way, he tended to choose the more active way. Especially when the more active way allowed him to have a bit of fun. After all, his title wasn’t ‘God of Mischief’ for nothing!

“Look, I’m not saying the movie is gonna be bad,” Devon declared with all sincerity. “All I’m saying is that these people are idiots! I mean, seriously, this is the same universe where the original Jurassic Park happened—and we all know how well that turned out—but we still think it’s a great idea to go and make another one after everything that happened before? “Oh, we can control the dinosaurs this time around!” I think the first park proved that you can’t control the dinos!”

“That and they’ve genetically engineered a totally new dinosaur that’s never existed before,” Sean added. “Because that’s such a great idea.”

“Exactly!” Devon exclaimed, clapping his buddy on the shoulder. “Thank you!”

“No problem, bud.”

It was a balmy, summer night, and Brynn and her group of friends—Devon McCredie siblings Sean and Madilyn Asher, and Caitlyn Willis—were all gathered out by the pickup. They had plans to attend the local theater that evening for the premiere of Jurassic World. Being Jurassic Park fans, the group had made plans to see the movie all the way back after the first trailer had dropped. Now it was here, and they were not about to miss it.

Brynn smirked as she remarked, “Well, we can’t be too hard on their decision-making, can we?” She exchanged a significant look with Maddie and Caitlyn that only teenage girls can share with each other. “I mean, it’s giving us Chris Pratt, right? Who can say that’s a bad thing?”

Maddie and Caitlyn enthusiastically murmured their agreement.

“Oh, please,” Devon snorted, rolling his eyes. “You guys just like him ‘cuz you like how his ass looks in the trailer.”

“Also because he’s sweet, funny, handsome, and charming,” Maddie added.

“He wears a shirt that shows off just a little bit of chest,” Brynn continued.

“And he’s got gorgeous blue eyes,” Caitlyn sighed. “I love blue eyes….”

At that statement, a funny look came over Sean’s face and he looked down at Caitlyn, whom he had an arm wrapped around. “Y-you love blue eyes?” he stuttered rather meekly. He looked more than a little put out by this.

Smiling warmly and reassuringly back up at him, Caitlyn reached up and caressed his cheek. She gazed at him adoringly. “Not half as much as I love brown, baby,” she soothed him.

With that, Sean smiled back before turning his face into her hand and gently kissing her palm.

The rest of the group groaned, Maddie adding in an extra gag.

“Ugh, get a room, guys!” Brynn sniggered.

“I thought we agreed no PDA in the group,” Devon teased at the same time.

“I knew it was a bad idea for my brother and one of my best friends to start dating,” Maddie lamented. She, as opposed to the other two, seemed like she was only half-joking. And maybe she was: Madilyn had yet to get used to the fact that her big brother and best friend since preschool were a serious item. It was very strange, especially since Caitlyn and Sean used to bully each other all through elementary and middle school. And, even more especially, just because—again—it was her brother and one of her best friends.

“Shut up!” Sean and Caitlyn shot back, playfully glaring at their pals.

Snickering, Devon looked down at his watch. “6:30,” he informed everyone as he looked up again. “We need to get there by at least 7:15 if we want our good seats. I asked my cousin to try and save ‘em for as long as he can, but if we don’t get going soon…” he trailed off as everyone would know what he meant.

All gazes suddenly turned to Brynn.

Noticing this, the sixteen-year-old rolled her eyes in annoyance and crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “He knows the timeline, guys,” she assured them. “He’ll get us there on time. … He might frickin’ NASCAR drive the whole way, but he’ll get us there—so relax.”

Loki was their designated chaperone for the movie that night. Usually, the kids would have just gone themselves but as Devon’s car was in the shop, Sean’s new car was only big enough for two people (specifically himself and Caitlyn), and the only one of the girls who had their license yet was Maddie and she’d gotten it revoked after dinging up her car for the fourth time in a month, they were left virtually transportation-less without an adult. That and, plus, since the prom incident, their parents seemed to have come to the conclusion that it would be better if they were chaperoned, even though the prom had been a one-time incident and, in all honesty, an adult probably wouldn’t be able to stop what had happened and prom from happening again. So, because of that, Loki had become the default chaperone. Of all their caretakers, he was definitely the one that was the coolest: He generally stayed out of their business and gave them their space. And, apart from that, he was a literal Asgardian god and a master sorcerer. So, you know, in case something like prom did go down again, he was really the best—and only—line of protection they could have. Plus it was just really epic to have a literal god hanging around with them. Because when people found out you had a god on your team, they just didn’t mess with you. (Not that any of the kids ever flaunted that they hung around and were friends with a god. … Much….)

“Well, what’s taking him so long?” Caitlyn asked of the man in question. “I mean, god or not, he’s a guy; how long can it possibly take for him to get ready?”

Brynn gave her friend a flat look. “You clearly do not know Loki,” she stated. “Seriously, if you guys think I can be bad when I get ready to go out, you are all in for a rude awakening.”

There was the familiar sound of the front door of the Hagel farmhouse opening and closing.

Devon, who was facing the house directly as he leaned against the side of the vehicle, lifted his gaze up the slight incline to the house. Almost immediately, and rather violently, he averted his gaze, covering his eyes as if they’d just been burnt. “Ohgod--myeyes!” he howled. “My eyes!”

The rest of the group gave him alarmed looks before turning to see what he was reacting to. A chorus of horrified, earsplitting, inhuman screeches rang out through the otherwise quiet evening, one, in particular, quite a bit louder and more horrified sounding than the others.

Looking utterly mortified, Brynn sprinted up the sidewalk toward the cause of their reactions. “Loki!” She skidded to a stop in front of the Asgardian and held her arms out as wide as she could on either side, as she would if she were trying to head an animal off from a direction she didn’t want. Apparently, the girl thought this would work on Loki as well. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she wailed.

Stopping in his tracks, the green-eyed man fixed her in a gallingly innocent stare, even going so far as to tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy. “What do you mean?” he questioned with just as much innocence. “I’m ready to take you all to the movie.”

White as a sheet, except for her face, which was turning a brilliant color of reddish pink due to her embarrassment and exasperation, Brynn fixed the trickster with a heated glare. “That’s not what I mean and you know it!” she hissed.

Raising an eyebrow, Loki crossed his arms over his chest and released a patient sigh. The action only caused Brynn’s ire to rise even more. “Brynn,” he addressed her calmly, “if you want me to understand what you mean, you’re going to have to speak more clearly.” While his face remained placid and serene, the god was smirking a mile-wide and snickering devilishly inside. This was almost too much fun!

Knowing full well his cool and collected demeanor did not match what was really going on inside that twisted, raven-haired head of his and becoming even more flustered by it, Brynn clenched her hands into fists. Oh, she wanted to hit him! She hadn’t wanted to hit him this badly since the point at the beginning of their relationship when they’d hated each other! She could do it! If she really wanted to, she could do it, and, boy, she really, really wanted to! But that wouldn’t get her what she wanted. Nothing except keeping her cool and playing along with Loki’s game—whatever the hell it was—would get her what she wanted. And that was a tall order to deal with: What she wanted was directly tied to what was making her want to hit him. And knowing Loki, he was going to drag this out for as long as he could to make her suffer with her humiliation all the more. He was sadistic like that.

So, setting her jaw, Brynn enunciated, very slowly, through teeth clenched so tightly they might shatter, “What. The hell. Are. You. Wearing?”

For you see, this is why Brynn was so cross with Loki that she wanted to hit him, why she was so mortified that she might keel over and die: he was wearing her clothes. Yes, that’s right, the lanky, 6’2, 206 pounds, full-grown Asgardian God of Mischief had managed to stuff himself into clothes that were meant for a 5’5, 130 pound, teenaged girl of average build. And it looked about as terrifyingly hideous as you could imagine.

Brynn’s insides squirmed uncomfortably as she looked him over. He had to have magicked this stuff in order to even get it on, but even then it all still fit him poorly: her high-waisted shorts rode nauseatingly high up on his legs and hips, so much so that the bottoms of his buttocks were exposed (not a good look for guys!); her crop top clung to him almost like it was another layer of skin and stretched across his chest so tightly that it distorted the Wonder Woman graphic so much she looked obese; and her vest… it fit so tightly across his broad shoulders that it crinkled and stuck out in a strange way at the bottom where it should have hung loose. It all just added up to one massive nightmare.

Looking as though he had no idea what she was talking about, Loki looked down at his attire before meeting Brynn’s gaze again. “I’m wearing clothes,” he answered simply. That would only help to irk the teen off more.

Brynn felt a new flame of irritation flare up inside her at that answer. Oh, he was so gonna get it! (If she didn’t die of embarrassment first.) “No,” she corrected, trying to keep her voice even. “You’re wearing my clothes—there’s a big difference.”

Loki’s brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as if he’d just heard something fishy and wasn’t sure whether he’d believed it or not. “No,” he shook his head, “these are my clothes.”

Brynn gawped at him in bewilderment at that. His clothes?! What?! Had the God of Mischief finally gone insane?! “What are you talking about?” she scoffed incredulously. “That’s my shirt, those are my shorts, and that is my vest! But I don’t need to tell you this because you know that those are my clothes, so, I’ll ask again, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The man gave her a slightly annoyed look. “And again, I am ready to take you all to the movie,” he responded firmly. “And, yes, these are my clothes—you gave them to me.”

The blonde stared at him for the longest time, trying to process what he’d just said. “Yep,” she finally murmured, wide-eyed and pale, “you’ve finally snapped there, Merlin.”

Loki’s lip curled into a snarl. “I have not snapped,” he growled. “I thought we left the “insanity” business behind us some time ago, Brynn.”

“Well, how the heck else am I supposed to explain this?!”

“I just did: You gave these clothes to me.”

“No, I didn’t, Loki!”

“Yes, you did, Brynn.”

“When the hell did I do that?!”

“Well, to be honest, it wasn’t so much an outright gesture as it was a quietly implied transferal.”

Once again, Brynn stared at her guardian, perplexed. “What?”

Sighing in a longsuffering way (once again, just to piss Brynn off further), the god recounted, “A month ago you came walking through the door covered in mud, dressed in this very outfit, mind you. At my suggestion, you put these things in the washer along with a load of my laundry. You did so and promised me that later on when everything was finished, you would come to retrieve your clothes and put them away yourself. You didn’t. Even as I reminded you about them and set them out in the basket in the hallway, you still didn’t. I naturally assumed that that meant you had no desire to keep these clothes any longer.”

It took all of Loki’s considerable willpower to not burst out into outrageous guffaws at the look on his charge’s face in reaction to this explanation. Priceless! If only he’d had a camera! Her blue-gray eyes about the size of dinner plates and her jaw dropped to the sidewalk, Brynn looked quite lost for anything to say. Which was saying something, considering she always seemed to have something to say.

“I… but… you… er… uh…” Brynn fumbled around for a response. It was a next-to-impossible feat, she was so dumbstruck. Finally, she managed to snag onto something: “You’re insane!”

Again that glower came back to Loki’s face. Joking or not, getting the reaction he wanted out of Brynn or not, he did not appreciate being called “insane”. “Crazy” was one thing—he couldn’t very well deny that allegation—but he was not “insane”. “Brynna May,” he growled in warning.

“Loki, if I don’t want clothes anymore, I will put them in a box or bag and let you know so that we can take them to Goodwill or something,” Brynn tried to explain as calmly and rationally as she could. “I’m not gonna give them to you! Silently, verbally, or otherwise!”

“How was I to know that? You did leave them in a laundry basket next to my room.”

Brynn exploded. “YOU ASSHAT, YOU’RE NOT STUPID!!!”

“No, I’m not, but that’s redundant.”

“This entire conversation is redundant!” Brynn shrieked, hands waving wildly around. “Loki, I don’t know what the hell kinda lesson you’re trying to teach me here, but get to the moral already, please! I’m begging you!”

The man shook his head. “There is no lesson, Brynn,” he assured her. “As I’ve stated before, I’m wearing clothes that you gave to me-”

“THEY ARE GIRLS’ CLOTHES!!!”

“And I think they’re utterly adorable.”

“Yeah! On me! They make you look like Ken if he got dressed when he was still half-asleep and put on Barbie’s clothes by accident!”

A radiant smile beamed across Loki’s angular face. “Why, thank you!”

“LOKI!!!”

Cringing at the volume of her screech, the God of Mischief gave his charge a disapproving look. Brynn had a propensity for the over-dramatic, but that didn’t give her an excuse to forget her manners and yell in such a way when she was standing barely a foot in front of him. “Brynna May Hagel,” Loki scolded, “watch your tone. You don’t need to yell—I am standing right here.”

“Oh, believe me, I know!” Brynn huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring back at her guardian. She ran her eyes over him and his unbelievable attire again. “Good god, do I… By. Odin’s. Beard! Didyoushaveyourlegs?!”

Again that bright and maddening grin. “Why, yes, I did!” Loki chirruped, looking down at his long, muscular legs himself. He pivoted around in a rather effeminate way so that Brynn could see his limbs from all sides (almost making Brynn lose her lunch when she got a full view of what his ass looked like in her shorts). “It was an experience, let me tell you,” he remarked. “It took up a lot of time and I wasn’t sure if I should do it, but they looked ghastly otherwise.”

“As opposed to now?” Brynn muttered, shielding her eyes. As much as she adored her guardian—which was saying much because she absolutely loved him to pieces—it made the sixteen-year-old highly uncomfortable to see him in such a state of undress. Or was it more of a… “dressed but very inappropriately” situation? Yes, it was probably that—she’d never had an issue with him walking around in nothing but a pair of pants before.

Loki suddenly looked down at his watch. “Hmm, a quarter to seven,” he murmured. “We’d better hurry if we want to get there in time to get your seats.” With that, the god made to continue his previous trek down the sidewalk toward the vehicle and the rest of Brynn’s friends. (He noticed with some pleasure that they all looked rather dumbstruck and horrified, peeking out at him from behind their hands… except for Maddie. She wasn’t averting her eyes at all. And she looked just a little bit too pleased and dreamy-eyed as she checked him out. Maybe Loki hadn’t completely thought this plan through….)

Brynn suddenly braced her hands against his chest and her feet against the sidewalk, pushing back on him with all her might to make him stop. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” she exclaimed. “Back up! Joke’s over!” She met his brilliant green eyes with her stricken blue-gray ones and shook her head desperately. “You are not going to town dressed like this!”

Loki looked himself over yet again. “What’s wrong with this?”

“‘What’s wrong with this?’!” Brynn repeated incredulously. “Loki, if these clothes fit me in the same way they fit you, you wouldn’t let me out of the house in ‘em—that’s what’s wrong! Loki, your ass is hanging out! Nobody wants to see that!”

“I wanna see that!” Maddie shouted from her spot by the truck.

“SHADDUPMADDIE—NOBODYASKEDYOU!!!” Brynn hollered back, not looking away from Loki. Clasping the front of his shirt—well, her shirt—the girl gazed up into the trickster’s face beseechingly. “Loki, please, I’m your little sister and I love you with all my heart,” she pleaded frantically. “And if you feel the same way about me—if you’ve ever loved me at all, Loki—please put something else on! Please! I’m begging you!”

With that, Loki’s face sobered and the whole air about him grew serious. ‘… if you’ve ever loved me at all…’ how could Brynn even question such a thing or vaguely imply that maybe he didn’t? In fact, the very reason he was willfully wearing her clothes and making a complete imbecile of himself was proof enough that he did, in actuality, love the girl. It also spoke to the fact of just how much he loved her. He certainly wouldn’t have done this for Thor. (Then again, he didn’t have to; he’d already proven his love for his brother by protecting Jane and dying on Svartalfheim—his obligation there was done as far as Loki was concerned.) “Of course, I love you, Brynn,” he murmured. “I love you very, very much—you know that.”

There was actually a slight gleam of tears in Brynn’s blue-gray eyes. “Then why?” she rasped, desperate to understand.

The man sighed heavily. “I believe you’ve already come to the conclusion, as you’ve mentioned it once.”

Brynn thought for a minute, trying to remember what she’d said. “So this is a lesson then,” she responded after a moment. She watched as her guardian nodded in confirmation. “A lesson for what?” she inquired. She still didn’t understand why Loki had done this, why he’d allowed himself to look so hideously ridiculous and foolish, especially in front of company. What could he possibly be trying to teach her? What could be so drastic?

And then it hit her.

“Are you serious?” the teen deadpanned, some of that annoyance rising back up inside her again and burning away the franticness. “Are. You. Fucking. Serious?” She was more emphatic that time around, pounding a fist hard against his chest.

Loki’s face darkened. “Brynna May Hagel,” he rumbled dangerously. “Utter such vile language again, young lady, and you will find yourself spitting soap suds for the rest of the evening. And if you hit me again you will regret it, I assure you.”

Brynn ignored him and continued on. “That’s what this was about: me not putting away my laundry? You almost made me break down crying in desperate humiliation for that?!”

“Actually, I never intended to make you cry,” he confessed, looking a bit guilty, “and if that is the case, I apologize. Perhaps I pushed a bit too far.”

“Ya think?” Brynn snapped, shoving away from him and forcefully perching her fists on her hips. She glared hotly at him.

“But the lesson wasn’t so much about you not putting away your laundry,” the god informed her, choosing for the moment to let her tone go rather than reprimand her for it. That would only lead to an argument they didn’t have time for. “It was more about you not putting it away after you had given me your word that you would.” A scolding expression came onto Loki’s face as he said that.

The teen squirmed slightly under that gaze, some guilt springing up through that annoyance. Okay, he had a point—Brynn had to admit that. She remembered now and she had promised that she would put her clothes away, but then other stuff had happened and it had slipped her mind a few times, and… well it was laundry! Whether it was a full basket of clothing or a pair of socks, who wanted to put away laundry? Still, she had said that she would. But that didn’t mean he had to go around wearing her things in front of her friends, completely intent on actually wearing them out in public just to teach her a lesson about responsibility and keeping her word! “Ya couldn’t’ve just talked to me about it?” she growled, her face turning red again.

Loki pursed his lips in contemplation a bit, his eyes rolling skyward as if the heavens would somehow help him consider her question more thoroughly. “I could have,” he admitted after a minute or two. Then he looked back at the girl, smirking devilishly. “But where would have been the fun in that? This way I got to watch you go into a classic tizzy.”

Brynn grabbed at her head, fisting her hands in her hair as if to rip it all out. Screwing her eyes shut she threw her head back and released a frustrated roar through clenched teeth. She stomped her foot. “God! You are such an ass!” she fumed. Honestly! How the hell could someone be this exasperating?! One thing was for sure: it definitely spoke to Loki’s superhuman-ness, because no human could be this irritating—it wasn’t possible. If he wasn’t careful, the man really was going to make her pull all her hair out!

“True,” Loki conceded good-naturedly, arching an eyebrow. “But are you going to shirk off a responsibility again? Are you going to treat your word as if it means nothing again?”

Releasing her curly, blonde tresses, the girl let her hands fall limply to her sides and hung her head so that her hair hid her flushed cheeks. “No…” she muttered just loudly enough for the god to hear.

“Then my plan succeeded and my being an ass was well warranted.”

“Yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that, Viking Boy.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Brynn couldn’t help the slight smirk that curled her mouth. She shook her head. This man—this god… how she’d managed to deserve his presence in her life she still wasn’t completely sure—nor was she sure she really wanted it sometimes—but here he was, and she couldn’t imagine it any other way anymore. Whether he was being stern and protective or sweet and loving or just being a total douchebag like tonight, he was there with her. For her. And, whether she liked or wanted it or not, Brynn wouldn’t have it any other way. She really wouldn’t.

“Seriously though, Loks,” she said after a moment, becoming all serious business as she looked him over yet again, “can you please change into something that won’t give people heart attacks?”

Rather surprisingly, a look of utter relief came over the Asgardian’s face at this request. “Gladly,” he sighed. With a gleaming blur of a flash, Loki’s clothes had instantaneously changed from his hideous, stolen get-up into one that was much more pleasing and fitting for him: black slacks, a green v-neck, and a dark gray blazer. The god shifted around, swinging his arms a bit and rolling his shoulders and neck, a look of pleasure on his face.�� A soft utter of, “Thank Odin,” fell from his lips.

Striding out yet again, Loki wrapped an arm around his charge’s shoulders, turning her around and leading her back down the sidewalk toward the others. “Your clothes are horrendously uncomfortable,” he told her.

Smirking, Brynn looped an arm around the man’s waist, matching her strides to his as best she could. (It wasn’t as easy as it sounds, as he had very long legs.) “Well, for one, they’re my size and are meant to fit me,” she retorted. “They definitely weren’t designed and made with Asgardian chaos gods in mind.”

Loki chuckled as he smoothed a hand over her hair. “No, I suppose not,” he agreed.

Brynn gazed up at him. “I’ll put ‘em away when we get home after the movie,” she said, face sincere. “I promise.”

Her guardian nodded. “Of course, you will,” he replied. “They’re back in the basket waiting for you. And on the off chance you won’t put them away—and I’m sure that you will—I’ve charmed them to scream bloody murder at you every time you walk by the basket until you’ve dealt with them.”

Brynn raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that seem a tad bit overdramatic?”

That brought on a mocking sneer from the god. “It would seem they take after their mistress.”

The girl gasped incredulously. Had he seriously just called her overdramatic?! “Uh! Pft! Tsh! Huh! Ha! Excuse you?!” she yelped, offended by the insinuation. “I am not overdramatic!”

“Says the girl who nearly broke down into tears over a prank not two minutes ago.”

“Did you see what you looked like in that outfit? Hulk would have cried!”

“Perhaps, but it still wouldn’t have been as hard as you would have.” He leered down at her and snickered mischievously, “Crybaby.”

“Jerkface.”

“Drama queen.”

“Bite me.”

“Where would you like me to?”

Brynn’s gaze darkened and narrowed into a glower. “I hate you,” she rumbled.

Loki gazed fondly back at her. “I hate you too,” he returned lovingly.

The girl reached up and playfully smacked his cheek. “I hate you more.” A slight smile was starting to fade onto her face.

The god slipped a hand down and swatted her hip. “But I hate you most.”

“That’s what you think, big brother.”

“That’s what I know, little sister.”

Bonus Ending: Did they make it to the movie in time?

With a squeal of tires on pavement, the champagne gold Dodge Ram drifted gracefully into a parallel parking space outside of The Sun Theater in Dalton. Moviegoers who were still filing into the building all stopped and stared as the doors of the truck opened and five teenagers and a tall, dark-haired, green-eyed man exited the vehicle.

Four of the teens—the two boys and two of the girls—were white as sheets and trembling so badly they could hardly walk: One of the boys even threw himself down on the ground and began to hug and kiss it. The man, however, was smiling in a rather self-pleased way. The fifth teen—a blonde girl who looked much more composed than the others though she still looked abnormally pale and appeared to be shaking as well—merely turned to her friends and said a bit numbly, “See? Tol’ja he’d get us here in time.”

Just then the wail of sirens was heard, and a second later, several police vehicles squealed around the corner and peeled down the street towards the cinema, lights flashing.

Looking slightly alarmed by this, the black-haired man quickly turned his eyes to the truck they’d all just come out of. The truck suddenly changed colors from gold to gray. The license plates seemed to have changed as well. Then, the man grabbed the blonde girl by the hand and began quickly tugging her along toward the theater doors. “Come on, kids,” he called back over his shoulder as the police drew closer, but didn’t seem to have any inclination of slowing down. “Come on now.”

The police cruisers blew right past the theater. They didn’t even look back.

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Romance Tropes with Marvel Characters

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Loki, Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, enemies to lovers, kissing, sleeping around, doubt, confession, teasing

A/N: Back with my favorite romance tropes. God there are a lot of these.

STEVE ROGERS + LAST TO KNOW

You and everyone around you know that there's feelings between the two of you, everyone but Steve himself. He's not dumb, far from it but when it comes to romance you need to be really direct with him because subtlety has been getting you nowhere really fast and you needed to fix that. You need clear, blatant flirting, you need to wink at him, you need to tell him you like the things he does, that you like him point blank. Once he gets that he will take the gentleman route and ask you on a date.

BUCKY BARES + NOT GOOD ENOUGH

Bucky feels like there's flaws in everything he does with you, that somehow he will end up messing things up no matter how well he plans them out. His whole life has been a series of mistakes and accidents. While he knows for a fact that you're not that for him he wants to work extra hard to make sure you're not making a mistake by dating him. If only he knew that who he was was already good enough, that he is already your perfect someone. And all his imperfections are also part of why you love him.

SAM WILSON + SECRET ADMIERER

Pines over you for a good long while. Sam really wants to make sure you like him before he makes his real move so he does things like live flowers and little cute gifts in your locker. It has so be someone from the team but you don't figure out who until you catch him on his way from the flower shop, with the exact flowers appearing in your locker for the past month. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. And since you already did and seemed t be happy with his gifts he might as well confess right now, with flowers in hand.

NATASHA ROMANOFF + BEST FRIEND'S SIBLING

Natasha is always there when you go to visit Yelena and she's always teasing you. This is much to Yelena's annoyance because she knows you like Natasha too. You never get too flirty when you're in the company of others but over the phone is a different story. When you become a couple Natasha jokes about you becoming Yelena's new sibling, something which Yelena is jokingly appalled by. Natasha is the type of person to make kissy noises at you just to annoy her little sister.

CLINT BARTON + AFRAID TO COMMIT

You and Clint have had a casual on and off relationship for years. When things are about to get serious he breaks it off, saying he needs time to think about it but you never seem to move on from this one spot. While frustrating you know why that is, he's already lost his family once, he doesn't want to risk losing someone he's grown to care so much about. He would rather that he didn't start to care, that it was casual but it's not and he does care, and that's why he's scared of opening up to you further.

THOR + PROTECTOR

For such a big guy Thor can be real cagey with his romantic feelings. He will flirt for sure, he'll even try to sleep with you but he will always maintain his status as your protective best friend. In fact he will even go so far as to say that the reason he's so flirty is because he's protecting you from other people who have bothered you before. While you can appreciate that he could do all of that too if he admitted to himself that he wanted to be your boyfriend. Was it really that easy? Was he really overthinking things for once?

LOKI + OLD ENEMIES

You and Loki go way back as enemies, even the most petty things you had to argue about and see who will come out on top. That attitude eventually transferred over to the bedroom but you never stopped being enemies. You're always at each other's throats when you see each other and then pretend like you don't think about each other when you're not fighting. There's never a confession that happens between you two because there's nothing to confess, you already know that you love to hate each other.

TONY STARK + SLEEPS WITH EVERYONE BUT YOU

Being the playboy that caught feelings for you of course Tony isn't gonna make it worse by sleeping with you. He wants to so bad but once he does there would be no running from his feelings anymore. So he sleeps with other people, however he doesn't brag about it like usual, not to you anyway, but you know. Eventually it stops working, he can't stay away from you anymore. But he doesn't want to sleep with you and then confess, he has to take you out on a date, kiss you, confess and then if you still want him, sleep with you.

KATE BISHOP + FRIENDS TO LOVERS

No amount of superhero work can rip Kate away from her best friend. You bet she tells you who she is from the simple fact that she knows you'll keep it a secret and because you're used to people being after her because of her money. Sleepovers are a regular thing with the two of you, as are cuddles, kisses though... those are a bit new. She panicked when she kissed you, said it was an accident. How could it be though when you wanted it to happen too? And what if you'd like for it to happen again?

PETER PARKER + OBLIVIOUS TO LOVE

As much as he is a genius, Peter can be a little oblivious to romance. Okay, very oblivious. He's an awkward guy and he rarely makes the first move. But if you can show him that you're really into him... no he won't get it. You need to be the one to ask him out on a date. Then he will put his best foot forward and make sure you are swept off your feet. He might have been oblivious at first but not anymore, he's starting to pick up on your little cute flirting, and more importantly he's starting to flirt back.

#mcu x reader #mcu fluff #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #clint barton x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #tony stark x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #mcu imagine #mcu headcanons #marvel x reader #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #x reader

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scarlets-doodles · 6 months

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They’re Thor and Loki coded (I always have to say this idk why but they’re not a ship so please do not ship them!! As I said many times before Crystal and Lloyd have a sibling type relationship)

#digital art #illustration #drawing #character art #digital aritst #digital illustration #fanart #ninjago #original character #oc #lloyd garmadon fanart #lloyd ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago oc #ninjago art #ninjago fanart

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 2 months

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Last Updated: 2024-02-22

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

✑ Baby Fever by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Loki's punishment had been to join the Avengers —where he met you. One thing [led to another], and a few years later, [you're] married —and now parents of a sweet baby girl called Ella."

✑ Brothers, the by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "A collection of fluff-based oneshots following Loki & Thor's tumultuous sibling relationship while they navigate Midgard life. No crowns, no thrones. Just silly stuff..."

✑ Creature Comforts by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "[You captivated Loki,] and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs, pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone?"

✑ Man of the Month by muddyorbsblr & mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "[The Avengers need to create a fundraiser] accessible to more than just the rich & famous. [Tony suggests] making a calendar [featuring] the men of the Avengers, with you as the photographer. He also may or may not have let slip… that you have feelings for one of [the guys], so now it's up to them to see if you return their affection..."

✑ 14 Hours to Cape by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

Summary: "When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope, [staying] in the compound with the man [you love] when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?"

✑ A Blessed Curse by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki [is afflicted with a] curse separating him [in two]. One loki is the gentle smooth talking gentlemen that strokes your hair and utters sweet nothings of his devotion. The other is a confident Dom that tosses you over his shoulder to carry you to a more secluded area to have his rough and self satisfied way with you..."

✑ A Night of Passion by lady-rose-moon

✑ A Quiet Storm by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "A stormy morning and a sleepy Loki in your bed."

✑ Anaesthetic by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [needing wisdom teeth surgery;] much to the Avenger's amusement [leaves] you loopy, silly, and [clinging] to a certain God of Mischief…"

✑ Back in Your Arms by sarahscribbles • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with [Hela]."

✑ Consummation by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After all the day's excitement, you and your new husband finally depart the festivities for a more *ahem*, intimate celebration.

✑ Desire by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine catching Loki masturbating with a pair of your used knickers"

✑ Do I Haunt Your Mind? by sarahscribbles • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong."

✑ Feast for the Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "A good Saturday morning means for you a gym workout. The only problem is, that the man you're into thinks exactly the same... And you just can't take your eyes off him..."

✑ First Light by wherethefandomat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: Who would've thought happily ever after would be so tumultuous...

✑ Flirting with a God by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine shamelessly, flirting with Loki, whilst [you're] drunk."

Going Home

✑ Heaven Sent by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold."

✑ In the Dark of Night by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine Loki catching you having a sex dream about him. | le really couldn't resist intervening, now could he?"

✑ Laced Intentions by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist."

✑ Mission First, Right? by muddyorbsblr • ��A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman."

✑ Moments of Magic by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "You bring Loki two gifts [for] his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart."

✑ My Darling by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: you knew you had fucked up, you knew it and you enjoyed it

✑ My Girl by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You and your lover enjoy a stolen moment of intimacy and pleasure.

✑ Never Enough by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki tests your limits as he tries one last time to make you scream.

✑ Paper Trail by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki organises a romantic treasure hunt for you."

✑ Pretty Follies, the by mochie85 • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit."

✑ Quickie, the

✑ Reunion by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Loki taking you [most] of the night after returning from a long mission. Exhausted, you… fall asleep with him still… deep inside… you… a few hours [later], you [awaken to] him lazily thrusting into you in his slumber… he is [unknowingly] using his seidr to render you completely helpless..."

✑ Talking in Your Sleep￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Loki returns from a recon mission to discover that you [haven't slept in four days]."

✑ To Fold & To Flex by mochie85 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective."

✑ Urge, the by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results."

✑ What's the Occasion? by tripleyeet • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Craving more than just physical intimacy, you find yourself prying to learn more about your partner."

✑ What Makes a Princess? by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Morgan asks... about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets"

✑ Choices by mochie85 • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Even Gods Get Sick by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Hello Mummy by lady-rose-moon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ I Want to Remember by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Kneel! by sserpente • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Little Darling by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Polish

✑ Sweet and Savoury by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Take It by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tale of Two Roses, the by wheredafandomat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ What Matters by sserpente • 〔A᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || Loki Odinson Master Index

Authors: @fanficshiddles || @holdmytesseract || @lady-rose-moon || @lokisgoodgirl || @mochie85 || @muddyorbsblr || @sarahscribbles || @sserpente || @tripleyeeet || @wheredafandomat ||

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If it's okay can I please ask for Loki Beelzebub and Poseidon but how are they react to meeting Kianna's older brother Subaru

In her backstory she actually left Subaru alive since he helped her and they see each other as siblings

Meeting Subaru and Yui (Sibs of S/O)

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Loki, Beelzebub, and Poseidon Name: Meeting Subaru and Yui (Sibs of S/O) Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: Much like with my past work, if you want to find some more information on this ‘Kianna’, you can go to the requester’s account and read all about her OC. Here, Yui is technically alive, since this is set after the events of the story, so they’re all dead and in Valhalla.

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🐍 Loki has a smaller family when it comes to the Godly-standards, he has Odin as his uncle and Thor as his cousin. While in Pantheons such as the Greek, there were four brothers with one being married and having three kids, Zeus’ blood and non, and there was Kronos and Rhea

🐍 So, when he officially met you, he wasn’t very surprised to hear about you having a sister and brother. In fact, Loki basically begged for you to introduce them to his own family

🐍 It took many different tries on his part to actually get you to consider bringing in your siblings in for a visit, but when you told him you gave in and were bringing the two in for a reunion of the Norse Pantheon

🐍 Looking back at the two behind you, you noticed that Yui smiled as she adjusted the collar around her kimono as Subaru adjusted the bow holding his outfit together, and once they gave you their respective nods, you began to walk ahead and opened the doors to the Norse Pantheon’s estate

🐍 Loki was getting bored floating around and pranking his fellow Deities, it just wasn’t the same without his amazing S/O alongside him

" Loki? Are you around? "

🐍 Opening his eyes and turning upside down from the tree branch, Loki looked around for the beautiful eyes of his S/O, only to be immediately met with the sight of mismatching red and pink eyes

" Woah! Watch where ya’ hang there. " " Y/N? " " Hello there, Loki. "

🐍 Okay, this guy was so confused right now…

🐍 Once he caught sight of you, your boyfriend wrapped himself around you from behind, slightly glaring at the man and woman, blissfully unaware of who they were to you

" Loki, meet Subaru and Yui, my ‘adoptive’ brother and my sister. " " Oh… my bad. " " Meh, I’ve had worse reactions than that. Note; don’t go to a church as a vampire, doesn’t end well. " " Yeah. Besides, we understand, you’ve never met us until now, so it’s understandable why you’re weary of us. "

🐍 Loki’s eyes slightly widened at how loose they seemed, while you normally were more tightly bound with superiority issues

🐍 As Yui held out her hand, the calls of Odin’s bird, Huginn and Muninn echoed in your ears, alerting both you and Loki that Odin and Thor were ready to meet your siblings, just to make sure they were alright to visit again

🪰 He was surprised that this curse has allowed him to even be around you and care for you, nonetheless even come into a full-on relationship filled with love around you without you being harmed

🪰 When you had admitted that you had a couple people you wanted him to meet, Beelzebub was put off, since for many years, he grew up with this curse and because of it, never really had anyone before you and Hades

🪰 Holding your hand tightly, Beelzebub looked down at you and sighed, knowing that you would provide your dearest God with any kind of comfort or space if he needed it

" Are you ready, Beel? " " I suppose… " " Open the doors for my siblings! "

🪰 As the guards of the estate opened the doors in fear of your rage, you noticed the feeling of Beelzebub’s grip on your hand tighten as the doors creaked open further and further until the sight of a tall man and shorter woman were shown

🪰 Smiling gently at the duo, you lightly pulled your boyfriend with you to great your guests, or rather, your family

🪰 Yui looked at your boyfriend and back at you with confusion before Subaru cocked an eyebrow and practically glared at Beelzebub, not fearing that he was a God set to participate in the upcoming event of Ragnarok in a few days

" Ah! My apologies, you must be Y/N’s boyfriend. I’m Yui, Y/N’s older sister. And this is- " " Subaru, their ‘adoptive’ older brother. "

🪰 You sighed as Subaru kept his stern look on your boyfriend, his form not shaking or anything as the Lord of the Flies just stared back without any emotion inside his black eyes

🪰 Gripping his hand tighter and making him slightly flinch at your surprisingly strong grip, Beelzebub lowered his guard slightly, just enough to notify Subaru that he were not going to harm you or Yui

" Would you guys like a tour around the estate? " " That would be amazing, little sibling! "

🪰 Despite the fact that Subaru was still burning holes into the head of the man you were holding hands with, you understood that Subaru was only trying to protect you from harm, and you knew it was fruitless. Beelzebub loved you, even the Gods you have met said so, and they hate mentioning stuff like that

🔱 Poseidon didn’t even like having to see his own family, nonetheless seeing someone else’s, it just made him feel slightly awkward. But, he could also say he was annoyed, he isn’t fond of social events, preferring to spend most time to himself

🔱 He sat down at the small table on your bedroom’s balcony and heard as the front doors opened with a loud drag from their sheer mass and size

🔱 Just at that moment, you knocked on the door and walked inside your room, alerting your soon-to-be husband that you were going to tell him who had come by for a visit, and whether it was for him or you

" Poseidon, my love, it seems we both have guests. " " And who, perhaps, are these guests? " " They are my two siblings, Yui and Subaru. "

🔱 Poseidon knew that you had siblings, as during one of your first dates years ago, you and him spoke about your family relationships, so parents, siblings, everything like that

🔱 Looking from the dark and colorful ocean to you, the God of the Seas sighed mentally, speaking to some random people was something that he did not want to participate in that day. He specifically scheduled no meetings for said reason

🔱 But, no matter, as long as they don’t try testing his patience, he can hold himself back for you

🔱 Holding out his arm, you wrapped your arms through his and began to walk down to the main room to meet up with the two siblings you hadn’t spoken to for the few months you have lived with your lover

" My dear siblings, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence? " " Y/N! You haven’t spoken to us in months! What do you have to say for yourself? " " First of all, thank you for the gracious hello back. Second, I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, the Greek God of the Seas and the third-born son of Cronus and Rhea, Poseidon. "

🔱 Yui’s eyes widened and the man beside you could sense her aura slightly depleted in fear, but, he could also tell that the man beside her aura had enlarged with protectiveness

" P-P-Poseidon?! Oh my! I’m so sorry for the rude introduction! I am Yui, your lovely to-be older sister, and this is Subaru, our older ‘adoptive’ brother. " " Pleasure. "

🔱 You looked into your to-be’s ocean-blue eyes and slightly pinched his arm, making him look into your eyes with shock hidden underneath a layer of emptiness glossing his form

🔱 Subaru groaned and had to hold Yui back from running over and hugging Poseidon and you, since he knew that the God of the Seas was one with very little love for physical touch

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Sylki should have been a sibling relationship

Loki season 1 starts with Loki from The Avengers, Loki is at a very low point in his life, and he hates himself. I have seen people claiming that he falls in love with himself because he is just such a narcissist, but he doesn't even like himself let alone a different version of himself. He hasn’t had any of the character development of the later movies yet so why would the writers try and give him a romance plot when there is such a good opportunity to have Loki and Sylvie have a sibling relationship which neither of them had growing up. So here is why is think Sylki should have been a sibling relationship.

Sibling relationship

In Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok we see Loki and Thor’s relationship building and slowly getting better but before that and up until The Avengers, they fight all the time and Loki is angry at Odin and Thor. Loki constantly feels left out and, in his own words, lives in Thor’s shadow. So when his life is suddenly uprooted by the TVA and he meets Sylvie, instead of being interested romantically he could instead take her under his wing and have a more sibling-like relationship. He could then see what it is like to have a good relationship with a sibling, in contrast to what his relationship with Thor was like.

I think this could also work to set up a future reunion between Thor and Loki. Kevin Feige recently said: “But for that meeting to really be fulfilling, we have to get Loki to a certain place emotionally.” I think that this sibling relationship could get him there. He could see what went wrong between him and Thor and see that maybe Thor didn’t always do the right thing but he meant well. Loki would be the ‘older sibling’ in this situation which could help him gain more insight into Thor’s decisions and have a better understanding of them.

I think that, on the flip side, it also works well from Sylvie’s point of view. She barely remembers Asgard or Frigga and probably can’t recall ever having a (good) relationship with Thor. She has been on the run her entire life and has never known real friendship or family. So Loki could teach her what it means to have a family, or they could even discover it together seeing as Loki doesn’t have the best relationship with his family either. Loki could teach her what Frigga taught him and tell her stories about their home (imagine how cute that would be). Sylvie could learn to trust again and experience fun in her life.

Sylki doesn’t work

Besides this, I also want to shine some light on why I think that Sylki, as a romantic relationship, does not work. As I said earlier, Loki is at a really low point in his life and it doesn’t make sense to give him a romantic interest because he has issues and he desperately needs some character development which is just blatantly ignored in favour of this romantic storyline. But even his romantic interest doesn’t seem to be ready for any romance in her life. Sylvie has barely had the chance to see what life is like and it seems such a weird choice to immediately jump into something romantic without her getting the chance to live. There is also the argument that these characters may not be ready for love but that sometimes it is just there, no matter if you are ready or not. But I don’t agree with that because these aren’t real people, there are writers who can 100% decide what happens. So I think they should get that character development that they need through their sibling relationship.

I think something else that has been bothering me is that it is kind of, maybe, possibly incest. I know the lines of that are blurry because obviously, we have never seen something like this before in real life so it’s hard to judge, I do understand if anyone else doesn’t think it is weird, but it just doesn't sit right with me. I also think the show writers realised this and that’s why Sylvie isn’t named Loki and she doesn’t look like Loki at all and all that makes it even weirder.

Chemistry

Another issue I have with this couple is that, in my opinion, they just aren’t that cute together. They don’t have any romantic chemistry and all their bonding seems more sibling-like rather than anything else. Take for instance season 1, episode 3. They are on Lamentis and they are fighting over the TemPad (around 6:30 if you want to watch it back), their bickering and taunts seem so sibling-like. Another example is season 1, episode 4. They are both captured and are about to meet The Time-keepers (around 35:00). The way Sylvie checks in on Loki, I just don’t see them as a couple they act like siblings. Even the iconic blanket sharing moment (S1, ep 5 30:00), the awkwardness and the way Loki tries to take care of Sylvie. To me, it just seems like an older brother trying to take care of Sylvie.

Lokius

And on top of all of that, I think there is one more point left to make. There is a much more suitable match for Loki right there, and it’s Mobius! But like I said, I think Loki needs some character development before he is truly ready for an actual relationship. Especially because this show is about Loki and a part of that is that he is bisexual and genderfluid which isn’t explored at all in the show so I think it would be cool to see him coming out as bisexual in season 1 and slowly growing comfortable around Mobius. I think it would fit the themes of the show well and a good slow burn is always welcome in my book. Also, did y’all see the way Loki searched for Mobius in season 2, episode 1? Because that’s the kind of chemistry I’m missing in Sylki!!

I’m very excited to see where they will take us with Loki season 2. I think so far (2 episodes in) they are doing an amazing job with storytelling, comedy and cinematography and as always Tom, Sophia and the rest of the cast have been absolutely killing it!! Let me know if you agree with me and don’t forget to maybe reblog and like and all that fun Tumblr stuff :)

Disclaimer: This is no hate at all to anyone who worked on the show! I am a huge fan but these are just my opinions! :D

#loki #loki season 2 #loki series #loki laufeyson #lokius #sylki #anti sylki #pro sylki #mcu #marvel #mobius #thor #thor odinson #thor loki #siblings #thor the dark world #the avengers #marvel cinematic universe #opinion

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Chapter 12

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. Dirty talk, mentions of grief and violence. Soft Loki, Jealous Loki

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. It has been a week since the dust up with Loki and you are not sure how much more you can take.

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“I hate it when Mom and Dad fight,” Sweetie muttered, just loud enough for your benefit. You ignored her just as you ignored the rest of the staff all week. They weren’t stupid, they could pick up on the tension between you and Loki.

You weren’t ignoring him, not completely. He’d throw too big of a temper tantrum. But he was also unwilling to talk about what happened when you saw Thor. You just wanted him to budge, even a little.

He had forced you to confront things you hadn’t been ready to. Forced to draw out those deep grooves in your heart and put them up to a mirror in all its ugly glory. You cried in front of him. Bared your soul and body to him in a way you never had before. And what did he do? Completely shut you out.

You couldn’t survive in half a relationship. So sue you. You weren’t a half measure type of person. You loved and hated in absolutes. You didn’t know how to give up. It was why you were still looking for your family five years later with all evidence pointing to the inevitable truth: Thanos snapped them away.

Your heart cracked thinking of such a thing. That they were just…gone. There was no body to bury, no tomb to mourn. You couldn’t accept it yet. You couldn’t look your siblings in the eyes and tell them that there was no hope left to give.

So no. You weren’t giving up on Loki and you didn’t care how old he was, how powerful, or how much he considered himself a god. He would have to use his big boy words.

“Sweetie, I’m expecting a visitor today. Please make sure to notify me,” you said. It wasn’t her job, but you smiled at her so that she got the message.

“Do we need to Parent Trap them?” Honey asked, not bothering to be subtle. She sat with her usual suspects hunched over cups of coffee, bottles of water or juice, and random pastries.

You grabbed your coffee, unable to fight the smile at the reference. Movies were something you all enjoyed once coming to Earth. As far as being stranded, it wasn’t that bad of a place to be. You all have torn through plenty of movies so far, Parent Trap being among the favorites. You were still shocked that the little girl wasn’t a real life twin.

You walked over to the table while the group looked at you expectantly. Some leaned forward as if you were going to share something juicy. Others looked almost genuinely worried for you. You hated the pity. You didn’t owe them an explanation.

“The saboteur has been too quiet lately, so make sure you keep your eyes peeled. This person likes to watch the chaos from the front seat,” you said. You smiled when they groaned and leaned back.

“Princesa, please! We cannot live like this!” Honey said, her face scrunching up comically into a heartbroken frown.

“You make it sound like we’re in Hel,” you said and chuckled.

“He’s miserable without you,” Sugar said.

You took a sip of coffee to stop yourself from going on a rant. You were their boss, not their friend. Though, some dark pleasure rippled through you at the thought of him suffering. You hoped your scent still lingered in his bed. The gods knew that you tossed and turned in your bed thinking of him between your legs.

And…that was enough of that thinking. You took a deep breath. “Loki is a god, as he likes to remind us. He’s fine,” you said.

They didn’t believe you. You didn’t give a shit. You had more pressing matters to worry about. Like supply requests and restock. A prickling awareness settled over you and you straightened up.

Eyes snapped towards the door. This was all so dreadfully dramatic. You turned towards the door and saw Loki looking as delicious as ever. He couldn’t be that miserable and still look that damn good. It was unfair. His hair should be messy, clothes unkempt. Something.

Your eyes skittered over his before you looked away. It still hurt too much that he didn’t trust you with the truth. And you weren’t the begging type. So you walked over to him. “Loki,” you said with a nod.

“Is it me or is it fucking icy right now?” You heard somewhere behind you.

“Mom and Dad need to figure it the fuck out,” you heard as well.

“Darling, good morning,” he said. He stood and stared at you, making it hard for you to deny that there was anything amiss. He also blocked the damn door.

“Morning,” you said, nodding towards the door. Loki dug his hands in his pockets. You glared at him but his face didn’t change. Nothing about him did. Your hand was beginning to shake. You longed to run your hands through his hair, pull him to you, and demand kisses and smiles.

The staff was right, this was icy. Nothing like the heat and passion he was capable of. You moved to walk past him and he cut you off.

“We have to talk about the VIP list tonight,” he said. There. A wince. A crack. A glimpse into that stormy brain of his.

“Well in hand, Loki,” you said. You smiled, turned around and bowed for the audience. “And scene. Back to work, you bunch of lazies,” you said. The tension in the room melted a fraction before you shoved past Loki and out into the hallway.

Loki trailed behind you. He made no sound but you were attuned to him like never before. You were always aware of him before. How he moved, how he talked, that smile that never failed to trick and tease. But it was amplified now. As if invisible strings connected the both of you.

“Darling, stop,” Loki said. You took a deep breath at his deep timbre. That voice. Hell, let’s be honest. Everything about him drove you crazy. And you had resisted for five long, beautiful, torturous years. It was hard to quit cold turkey.

Still you marched down the hallways towards your office. You weren’t going to make a scene here.

Loki’s strong fingers wrapped around your arms, pulling you to a halt. You swung your arms wide, careful to avoid any slippage of your coffee. You growled, facing Loki finally.

“You’re such a child,” you hissed.

“You’re the one ignoring me like one,” he said.

“I’m not ignoring you, I’m busy. Work, remember? The thing you hired me for?” You asked.

“Fine, then you’re fired,” he said.

You giggled. You immediately shut up because it wasn’t funny, not at all. You drank your coffee to hopefully scald your throat and prevent you from letting any more giggles escape. You weren’t done being angry.

“You won’t even look at me anymore,” he whispered. His hand left your arm and he brought it to your face. He stopped before touching you and you finally looked into his eyes. The sight nearly robbed you of breath.

Away from prying eyes, he let you see the raw pain. The whites of his eyes were wide, mouth straining, jaw clenching.

“Ready to talk about why you blew up at me?” You asked.

“I already said–”

“I have things to do, Loki,” you said. You turned on your heel. Turned away from that look in his eyes. If you stared too long, you’d cave. And you didn’t want to. You did the work and now he had to as well.

Loki didn’t leave it there. He followed you to your office where he waited for you to settle behind your desk. He leaned into the doorframe, watching your every move. You moved a pen here, opened a folder there. But there was no way you were getting work done while he was here. His presence made your brain foggy and hands shake.

Finally, the mounting pressure got to you. You slammed your hands on the desk and looked at him. “Why are you still here?” You asked.

He crossed his arms and took a deep breath. “I don’t like that you’re mad at me. Not when we’ve come so far,” he said.

You leveled him with a stare. “This is on you. You love to talk but won’t talk about this. With me,” you said.

“That’s not it,” he said with a scowl.

“If you won’t talk, I don’t know what to think,” you said.

His jaw flexed more as he spoke. You’d give anything to know what he was thinking, what he was running through his mind.

“Believe it or not, I have a hard time admitting faults,” he said, chuckling to cover what he said.

“So you can stick your dick in my mouth but can’t tell me what’s on your mind?” You asked.

“Don’t be so crass,” he said.

You’d have to be the bigger person here. Which you hated. But you took a deep breath and looked skyward, praying to the gods and ancestors in Valhalla for strength. “I told you no more running. I meant it. But as much as you say otherwise, I need this to be as equal as possible. You cannot demand everything from me and give none of yourself,” you said.

“People are entitled to lick some wounds in private,” he said.

“I’m not asking for every detail of your sordid history. I just want to know why you blew up at me. I only asked about why you didn’t want to speak to Thor,” you said.

Loki finally looked away from you, drawing his eyes downward. He frowned as he picked at an invisible lint on his jacket. “I can’t,” he said, with a sniff. He looked back at you briefly.

You slowly nodded. “At an impasse, then. Get out, Loki,” you said. Your voice sounded tired to your own ears. You were weary, downtrodden. Maybe it was unfair to demand so much from him, something he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

You had enough on your plate without worrying about Loki and his moods. You had decided over the course of the week that it hadn’t been a mistake sleeping with him. You had known bliss in his arms and that couldn’t really be a mistake. It just likely wasn’t going to happen again anytime soon. Not while he held on to whatever the fuck was preventing him from speaking.

Never one to listen, Loki approached your desk. He leaned over it, planting his hands on it and leaning further still. His hair dropped forward like a curtain pulling open for a dramatic scene. His face could technically qualify as a dramatic scene. So many lines and planes, mouth made for sin and eyes dancing with mischief.

“Darling, please. I–” he paused and just looked at you. His eyes moved, taking in your face. You didn’t know how you looked to him. Just another angry and bitter lover? A messy subordinate with a mouth that gave as good as it got? A once irreparably damaged Asgardian without a clue in the world?

“I don’t like this between us. I finally got you in my arms, in my bed. I finally got a peek inside and it feels like you’ve closed the doors forever,” he said.

“You’re the one unwilling to walk through it,” you said, softly.

“And have you told me everything then? Every dark and horrible secret in your past? Like where you run off to every few months, disappearing at the drop of a hat? Every scar on your skin?”

Your heart roared in your chest. It beat wildly, thumping against your rib cage. “You should know that I’ve shared far more than I ever cared to with you,” you said. You thought back to the day in his office when you finally let yourself feel.

For the first time in a long time, you stopped disassociating. Stopped trying to hold it all in. You stopped trying to take flight while your feet were planted on the ground. And he helped you.

“If you want to know where I disappear off to, I’ll tell you. It’s no secret. But only if I get to demand something too. Only if you let me in,” you said.

“Ask me for anything else,” he whispered. His voice was so soft, softer than a raven’s wing. He rounded the desk and moved to stand in front of you. He got to his knees and looked at you. He was still damn tall, practically eye level with you.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. “Ask me for anything else and I’ll give it. But not that,” he said.

He kept his eyes on your hand, his lips resting softly against it. You brought your other hand to push his hair behind his ear. “That is my price, Loki.”

He loosed a breath while your phone rang. The damn thing was still foreign, even after five years. You answered it. The front desk host let you know that your visitor was here.

You pushed your chair back away from Loki and moved around him. He said nothing and made no noise while you left the room. Your heart felt like a rock in your chest. Each step you took from him felt like lead in your shoes.

Still, you marched on. You walked to the front and greeted the Asgardian tracker you hired. He was impossibly tall, taller than Loki even. With smooth bronzed skin, short hair, but a host of tattoos criss crossing his bare arms. You didn’t know how he wasn’t freezing in this type of climate, but well, you weren’t going to complain.

“Erik!” You said, wide grin splitting your face and you hugged him.

He turned when he saw you, grinning. His smile was so heartbreaking. Why couldn’t you be head over heels for someone like him? He held on a second too long, having last seen him months ago.

You grew up with Erik in your village on Asgard, running through the streets and getting into all kinds of trouble together. You had entertained something between you many, many years ago, but it was clear that you were better off as friends. You had already given your heart away a long time ago.

You sat on a lounge chair in the front and tried to temper your expectations. But hope was a cruel thing. It cropped up, over and over no matter how many times you tried to squash and burn it within you. Erik settled next to you, but he wasn’t smiling.

“No word yet on your family. The universe is very large,” he said.

You nodded. You figured as much. You tried to hold it together, but throwing that door open within you opened yourself to it all. You felt the tears but you weren’t completely transformed. You blinked them away and squared your shoulders.

“I have people on it though. They’re out there,” he said.

You shook your head. “They’re not.” You took a shuddering breath at that realization. Five years was too long to keep searching for people that clearly weren’t here, wasn’t it? The fall of Asgard had to have spread by now. For half of life to be eradicated, even people who had never heard of Thanos likely knew his name now.

If not, well, they knew that those people were gone. Vanished from their lives. Turned to dust and never to be seen again. If Thor was here, all hope was truly lost. The Avengers he so affectionately ran with over the years had gone all but silent. If they were hopeless…

“Perhaps it’s time to involve Heimdall,” Erik said.

You shushed him. You didn’t need that man turning his gaze on you. He was so eerie, seeming to know so many things. His eyes, like galaxies, were far wiser than your age.

“I can’t. I can’t just walk up to him and ask. Maybe it’s time to call it,” you said. You didn’t want to say it. That same crack in your chest split wide open at the thought of stopping your search.

Erik grabbed your hand. “Hey, I’m not giving up,” he said.

You patted his hand. “I’ve taken enough of your time. You have more important people to track down,” you said. Your voice warbled. You hated this. This was why you kept this shit locked away and buried at sea.

“No one is more important than your family. They’re my family too,” he said. He scooted closer to you and drew you into his arms. You greedily took the comfort. He was always so warm and solid, giving the best hugs you’d ever known.

“My, Darling, who’s your friend?” Loki’s voice cut into what had been a sweet and peaceful moment.

You cracked one eye open, trying to disengage from Erik. But he was slower to let you go. He hadn’t missed the deadly tone of Loki’s voice. Where the hell did he come from anyway?

Erik stiffened, turning fully around to face the larger threat. Loki had a devilish smile on his face, but his eyes were seething.

“Loki, this is Erik,” you said. Before you could explain further, Erik stood up and blocked your view of Loki for a moment. Erik held out his hand and Loki shook it, keeping that smile on his face.

“Erik, haven’t seen you around,” Loki said. His eyes slid towards you and you inwardly groaned.

“Erik has–”

“I pop in every few months to check in on her,” Erik said.

“Every few months? Really?” Loki smiled at you. Shit, shit.

“He’s–”

“Any friend of Darling’s a friend of mine,” Loki said.

You narrowed your eyes at Loki. You didn’t know what game he was playing but you weren’t in the mood. “Erik has been looking into something for me. Right, Erik?” You stood up and nudged his shoulder to agree with you. His eyes were still trained on Loki. What was this, a fucking pissing match?

“I was just telling Darling that I’d like to meet more of her friends. We see so little of them,” Loki said. He sauntered around Erik, putting his arm around you. “I like to make sure she’s happy. Always.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head. Erik took in Loki’s arm around you and lifted an eyebrow. “Keeping secrets, are we?” Erik asked. He crossed his arms and stared at you, putting you on the spot.

You licked your lips slowly, trying to describe what you and Loki were to each other. Boyfriend? Boss? Occasional sadistic charmer?

Loki hugged you close and you looked at him. He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Didn’t tell him about me? I’m a little hurt,” Loki said. Still with that damn smile. You were starting to panic. You might’ve been a little afraid of what he’d do.

Loki moved his right hand to lift up your chin and plant a small, but sultry kiss to your lips. You gasped and he drank it down with a low hum. “Always so private,” he said against your lips.

You were going to murder him. Your hands itched with magic dancing between your fingertips. A dagger? A sword? You were going to cut him down where he stood.

“Erik, he’s–”

“Loki, of Asgard, everyone knows,” Erik said. He raised his eyebrow at you but you didn’t know what he was trying to communicate.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” You yelled. You drew the attention of some patrons who cast little glances towards you. The host stood in the corner with a few staff members, Honey among them, as they stared at all three of you. They saw the kiss. Your shoulders deflated. There went the little bit of respect you had around here.

“Erik is a childhood friend who has been looking for my family. They went on a trip when the Snap happened so I don’t know if they’re out there, looking for us, or if they’re gone,” your breath hitched on the word ‘gone’ but you persisted. “Loki is…Loki. We’re figuring it out. Now, say hi to Denby for me,” you said, looking at Erik who slowly smiled.

You shoved off Loki’s arm around you. “As always, you’ve gotten what you wanted and made out like a thief,” you tossed at him.

“You’re no better than he is,” you told Erik.

You stormed off. Leaving everyone in the dust. An ache thumped in your head. You needed away. Away from here with all of its bullshit.

“Darling!” Loki called after you. This time, you heard his steps behind you, heard him walking down the hall. You ignored him. Your fists clenched and unclenched. Your teeth grated. You were fuming with nowhere to direct the anger.

Loki caught up to you outside of your office once more. You pushed him when he was in arm’s reach. “What the fuck was that?!” You yelled.

You were in the back, well away from any patrons. The hallways had music playing, soft muzak that kept up the hazy and alluring vibe of the club. Each room played its own music so there was no danger of being overhead. Except the staff. You imagined the rumors flying like wildfire, distracting the staff and performers. You were going to be sick.

“A miscalculation,” he said.

“What?” You said. He swooped in and waved his stake in the air like you were some prize he won over a miscalculation?

“I didn’t know about your family–”

“You would have. I would have told you. As always, you want and you want and you-”

“I have always maintained that I want you because you’re mine,” Loki said. All sense of propriety was gone. Extra eyes be damned. He advanced on you and pushed you against the wall.

“Completely mine. Mine to do with as I please,” he said. His lips traveled from your temple down to your neck, bypassing your lips. Your body instantly reacted. Craved him. Craved another hit of what he could bring you.

You grabbed his jacket and turned around, pushing him against the wall. He grinned as if he won. As if you would give in and forget all about your ultimatum. You licked the long expanse of his neck and his breath fanned over your skin.

You pulled back and smiled at him. He grinned back, hanging his head and looking up at you through his pretty eyelashes. Then you slapped the smirk right off of his face. He licked his lips as if he meant to taste the sting. You raised your arm again and he caught your wrist.

“Darling, not in mixed company,” he said. He gave you a wink. “Save it for later.”

“You are the most arrogant, infuriating, child-like, obnoxious–”

“Do keep going,” he interrupted.

“Confusing man I’ve ever met! You irritate the fuck out of me! You…bastard,” you said.

“I don’t know how else to be,” he said.

You yanked your wrist out of his hand. You were breathing too heavy. You couldn’t get enough air in your lungs. You wanted to smack him. You wanted to curse him. You wanted to toss him into hot lava and see if he’d melt. You wanted to kiss his stupid face.

“We promised no lies between us. And if you can’t give me that Loki, you can’t have me.”

He opened his mouth to say something, all hints of playfulness gone. But then the lights went out and the screaming started.

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