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lokiinmediasideblog · 5 months

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It's just me or Loki stans tend not to care about female character's much? One thing I've noticed about Loki-centric blogs is that some of them have side blorbos, but always male blorbos. They only care about female characters when they have some canon connection to Loki so they can talk about him through talking about her, and only when the connection in question is platonic (Verity, Frigga...). When Loki has a canonically romantic/sexual connection with a woman (Amora, Sylvie, Lorelei, etc) they either demonize her or erase the romantic factor to make them into ~mean queer besties~ like he's her gay bff. There's a difference between disliking het (valid) and erasing the canon dynamic of his relationships with women because the thought of their canon bi fave liking icky women makes them uncomfortable. Face it, Loki fandom: your fave likes boobs and coochie, stop pretending otherwise. You don't have to personally ship het to recognize that some women canonically turn him on and/or matter to him romantically.

I don't think it's unique to Loki stans. It's a misogyny problem that is both based on the biases within fandom and those of the writers. The Loki fandom is far from being the only one that targets a woman love interest so viciously (*cough* ST fandom, I've also heard other Marvel ships are like that too). And I definitely do get annoyed when Loki's bisexuality gets erased because they don't deem the female characters worthy. And yea, they'll always try to make it platonic with women characters. The "these two characters with little shared background that kissed are siblings" shit is so fucking annoying. It's fine if it's not your cup of tea,but pretending they have "sibling energy" is weird.

Writing biases:

S2 gave very little exploration to the female characters. And most Marvel female characters have little depth. Like just look at the Thor movies, we don't know much about Sif (personality is the woman warrior), Frigga(personality is mom), and Jane is just there as love interest for Thor. Valkyrie's interesting but her name isn't given in Ragnarok, and I heard she got sidelined in TLAT, the movie I refuse to watch. Sylvie had decent focus in S1 but was sidelined in S2 and relegated to product placement.

Speaking of the source material, I am not joking when I say many of the female character's characterizations in the comics before maybe the 2010s were nothing but "wanting to fuck Thor." Also, BW was a prime example of Whedon's "empowering" brand of sexualized strong female character and took forever to get her movie after getting unceremoniously fridged.

Granted, I have not kept up-to-date with Marvel movies because I am only interested in Loki and I find a lot of characters annoying, in case the shitty writing conventions for female characters have improved.

Fandom biases:

Fandom can't stomach anything other than saccharine sweetness as a personality for women, especially when they interact with a popular male character. It has been shown that in real life, women are more likely to be seen as rude or bitches for more tame behavior than men.

People claiming that Mobius was "compassionate" for blaming Loki for his mother's death and locking him in a time loop where he's beaten repeatedly, while Sylvie calling him a "clown" was "abusive".

This is interesting and one of the many examples against "abusive women are given a pass" because the "victim" in question is the same Tumblr sexyman, but the woman's non-abusive behavior that makes sense in-context is scrutinized ridiculously and Loki was not hurt physically by it, while Mobius "gave him therapy".

No one can even argue it's because Loki is the Tumblr fandom fave rather than pure fucking misogyny because actual harm to Loki gets passed as being for his own good by a rather vocal portion of fans when it's a man doing it. You'd think the fandom would have lost their shit over one of the OG Tumblr Sexymen being mistreated. But nah. (And yes, I forgave Mobius for risking his skin for Loki in S2, lol. He more than made up for it.).

Also, Sylvie RIGHTFULLY called Mobius out for putting his head in the dirt like a fucking ostrich, and the fandom threw a fit and babied him.

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Milkshakes

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries. Warnings: a tad angsty but much fluff A/N: This is actually one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Of course it had to be during your lunch break that a supervillain attacked the city. Of course today you decided to go out to eat instead of packing something. And, of course you had to be walking by the building right as it crumbled. You started praying to any god that there may be to save you from being crushed. Though, you hadn’t actually expected one to save you.

In the moments before you would have been flattened, Loki put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Raising his free hand, a glimmering green force field appeared around you. The falling matter bounced off of it and landed around you, the shield offering strong protection. Of course you were thankful to be rescued, but did have to be Loki? You knew he was supposedly reformed, but so many news outlets still ran stories about how he was dangerous. A ticking time bomb. You’d never quite formed an opinion on him, and it was causing great conflict in you now. On the one hand, he looked very intimidating from this close, what with his impressive stature and horned helmet and all. But on the other, he was saving you from the actual super villain destroying the city. Perhaps if there wasn’t so much going on, you could think more clearly. Alas, your thoughts were a messy, confused jumble, leaving you fearful of the super-powered god in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in his deep, smooth accent as the shield shimmered away into nothing. The god brought his arm to shield your eyes from the small pieces of debris still falling, the other one still around your waist in a protective manner. “Are you injured at all?

“I, um, uh, I- I,” you stammered, backing up. “Mhm. All good. Uhhh, thanks.”

You were certain you must be the most awkward person in history, but instead of making fun of you, Loki just looked sad. Even with the hurt behind his eyes, his arms shot out to catch you when you stumbled over the wreckage. He guided you away from the obstacles to a place where you could walk unhindered. He moved back from you as soon as he’d finished escorting you.

“You are welcome,” he finally responded. “I am sorry for frightening you. You should get somewhere safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, he left to rejoin the battle. You started retreating from the scene, steering as clear of any large structures as you could, cursing yourself the whole time. Loki had saved you, and you’d been afraid of him. What kind of nonsense was that? And you were certain he got that kind of reaction all the time, based on the way he’d looked at you and realized your bumbling actions were a result of fear. Fear of him after he’d so carefully and gently saved you.

You felt stupid and petty as you joined a throng of people being guided away from the scene. After nearly two years of working to protect the city, Loki should have gotten more praise and love than he did. You realized it now, only moments too late. Someone should tell him he was appreciated, a hero. And if no one else was going to do it, you resolved to do it yourself.

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The meeting was dreadfully boring, but someone had to go. Seeing as all the other Avengers were busy, that someone was Loki. Besides, Stark had told him it would be good for his image to head up the restoration of the city this time round. The committee and resources were all a part of Stark Industries, of course, so Loki felt there should be some employee to take care of it instead of him. But whatever, he’d been roped into it now, and he figured that there was some merit to what Tony has said about his reputation.

Luckily, with a week having passed since the battle, great headway had been made with the repairs, and the meeting was much shorter than expected. Itching to get outside, Loki headed to the main doors.

“You don’t understand,” Loki heard someone say to the receptionist as he approached the front desk. “He saved me the other day. I have to thank him. Please?”

Loki just rolled his eyes as he pushed through the turnstile. He couldn’t even begin to count how many fans had tried this tactic to meet their favorite Avengers. Granted, no one had ever tried to see him, but he was coming to terms with it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder which of his colleagues you were trying to get through to see. Perhaps Steve, or maybe even Thor. Loki was so lost in thought it barely even registered when the voice switched from pleading with the receptionist to calling after him.

He turned and stopped, recognizing the person jogging after him as you, who he remembered from the battle. “May I help you?” he asked in the most pleasant tone he could manage.

“Yeah. Uh, hi. I don’t know if you remember, but you saved me the other day,” you explained sheepishly. “You know, during the attack.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Oh! Good. I just wanted to say thank you for that. For saving me, I mean. And the city.”

“I see,” the god replied, suspiciously raising an eyebrow. “Well then, you are welcome. Really, I was just doing my job, though.”

“Well, I still appreciate it.” There was a lapse in the conversation, as neither of you were really sure what to say next. “Can we go somewhere? Like for coffee or something. Can I buy you a coffee?”

Oddly enough, that made Loki distrust the situation even more. Ok, maybe you were actually a super nice person who had a guilty conscience for making him feel bad, and maybe that prompted you to come thank him properly. But that you wanted to buy him something, presumably to show your newfound appreciation? Absolutely preposterous. The only people who ever did something remotely as kind as that were his fellow Avengers, and not even all of them or particularly often. Any of the other people who openly supported him didn’t show appreciation, per se. It was more that they felt he’d done enough to redeem himself at this point, which wasn’t exactly the most thrilling phrasing either. But here you were, awkwardly shuffling your feet and asking to buy him coffee. Loki supposed he shouldn’t pass such an opportunity up. And yet, he probably was going to.

“No thank you,” he finally replied, shaking himself from the shocked, catatonic state he’d fallen into. “I do not much like coffee.”

As he walked away, he thought that would be the end of it. That perhaps you’d only been talking to him in the hopes he’d invite you to see the other Avengers, too. That maybe you’d go back to trying to wheedle your way inside at the front desk. Much to his surprise, you came hurrying after him.

“Wait,” you called. “Ok, so scratch the coffee. How about ice cream or tea or a milkshake or something? Anything really, you name it.”

Now that you were outside, he observed you again while he thought, as if hoping the sunlight would reveal your true intentions. He couldn’t find anything malicious in your expression, just some sort of anxiety. Loki must have taken too long in coming to a decision, because you started rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to pressure you into it or anything, but I wanted to do something nice to say thank you and-” you cut off and bit your lip. “Is this stupid? It sounds stupid. It’s probably stupid. I’ll go now. Again, I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

“One moment,” he said before you could make your retreat. “You said anything I want, correct?” You eagerly nodded as Loki got an idea. “Alright then. I would like a five course meal at the nicest restaurant in London, please and thank you.”

“I, um. I know I said anything but, uh...” You noticed his serious expression had turned into a sly grin. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. My apologies, but I simply could not resist,” he chuckled.

You began to laugh, too. Not in a way that made him think it was out of courtesy or pity, but an honest to goodness laugh. Briefly, he thought it one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard, before quickly shaking the idea from his mind. It was ridiculous; he hardly even knew you. But you seemed pretty adamant on showing your gratitude. Plus, you’d apologized to him, which was more than he could say for most of the people in his life.

“You know, I would usually say tea, but a milkshake actually sounds quite lovely right now,” he told you once you’d calmed down. “That is, if the offer is still open.”

“Of course it is!” you happily told him, the smile on your face growing. Not to mention you seemed much more at ease. “I actually know a great diner that’s just a short walk from here, if that works for you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

It took approximately ten minutes to get to the restaurant. After properly introducing yourselves, you kept up a light dialogue. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly; just hesitant, as if both of you were afraid of saying the wrong things and shattering the blissful moment. Loki still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust you. Such a feeling just wasn’t in his nature, especially not when it came to someone he just met and had a considerably rocky start with. Even so, he found himself enjoying your company.

Arriving at the diner, Loki held the door open for you as you walked in. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a seat, the classic red stools at the bar free at this time of the afternoon. Loki swiveled the seat back and forth ever so slightly, and found himself chuckling when he caught you doing the same thing. You offered him a shy smile as a waitress handed the both of you a menu.

The God of Mischief had only ever had the pleasure of drinking a milkshake once before, a vanilla one when the team had convinced him to try it on one of their outings. He’d thoroughly enjoyed it and planned on playing it safe by ordering the same thing now. When you asked what he was getting, though, you were having none of that. After nearly five minutes of rousing debate, you’d finally talked him up to chocolate. Part of him was having so much fun with the discussion and how animated you became about the topic that he almost didn’t want to concede. But the waitress came back to take your orders, and he didn’t want to make her leave and come back again.

“Oh, and some French fries too please,” you added after ordering your favorite milkshake.

Loki shot you a perplexed look. “French fries?” he asked after the waitress moved away.

“Yeah. Please tell me you’ve heard of them before.”

“I have. I have even eaten them a few times before, believe it or not,” he answered as you turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “But are you certain they go with a milkshake?”

Your jaw dropped open. “Of course they do. Listen, Loki, you haven’t lived until you’ve dipped French fries in a milkshake. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You continued to help him expand his knowledge of Midgardian cuisine as you waited for your order to come. Once it arrived, you dipped a fry in your shake, just as you had said, trying to convince him just how delicious it truly was. The trickster skeptically picked one up and mimicked your actions, plunging it into the frothy liquid. The second it hit his tongue, his face lit up in pure delight.

“See, I told you,” you laughed.

“Indeed you did,” he said back, the corners of his eyes crinkling from how wide his smile was.

An hour and another order of fries later, the two of you finished your snack. Loki was in a better mood than he’d been all month. Honestly, he was a little sad when the bill came.

“Are you certain you do not want me to pay?” he checked as you fished out a twenty from your wallet to cover the low-cost meal. “Or we could split it, at least.”

“Loki, it’s fine,” you giggled. “This is me thanking you, remember? And, honestly, it’s me apologizing, too. I was just startled the other day and there was a lot going on. I hadn’t ever really thought about what I��d do if I met an Avenger, least of all if it happened while they were saving my life. I was overwhelmed; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself or anything.” Without really thinking about it, your hand moved to rest on top of his. It was a surprise to Loki, but a welcome one. “Because—and I can say this with absolute certainty—you’re amazing, Loki. You do so much for the city. I hope you know how appreciated you are, at least by me.”

His other large hand came to cover yours. “Thank you, darling.” He didn’t mean to say the pet name, but it just slipped out. “I cannot express how much that means to me.”

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to tell you everything, make you privy to all his inner turmoil. But that was buried underneath years of pain and rejection, too heavy to move for someone he didn’t know all too well, no matter how connected he felt to you in this moment. So he let the urge pass over him, hoping his thanks would be sufficient enough in expressing how he felt.

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you told him, squeezing his hand. Then you stood up. “So, I guess I’ll be letting you get on with your day then. This was really nice, though. Thanks for agreeing to it.”

“You’re welcome and thank you,” he replied. “It really was.”

After waving goodbye to each other, you exited and Loki stayed where he was, picking at the last few nubs of fries left in the basket. He didn’t know exactly why he didn’t leave, too. Just that something was missing.

“Ah, young love,” the elderly waitress who had been serving you all day said to Loki as she came to collect the empty dishes. “Magical, isn’t it?”

“Love?” Loki choked out. “I am afraid you are quite mistaken. It was not even a date. I hardly even know them. I will probably never even see them again.”

“And you’re just gonna let them walk out?” she tsked. “It’s a right shame, sonny. Let me tell you, you don’t just let something like that walk out on ya.”

He looked at the door for a second in melancholic contemplation before bolting out after you. He shouted his thanks to the waitress as he pushed open the glass door, exiting out into the harsh sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, they scanned for your form before it walked out of his life forever. Spotting you, he jogged in your direction and called your name. Funny, he thought, how just earlier that day the roles had been reversed.

“Loki?” you asked, stopped on the sidewalk as he caught up to you. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“Actually, the problem is what did not happen.” He kicked a rock with his shoe, as suddenly the ground became very interesting to him. His insides were a nervous mess. Clearing his throat, he gathered his courage to continue. “See, I do not have any way of contacting you again. And it had been my sincere hope that you would want to do this again, let me take you out somewhere.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed, jotting down your number on an old receipt you’d found in your wallet. Smirking, you parroted back his words from earlier. “How about you take me for a five course meal in London?”

“Oh, so you have turned my own jokes against me. How very clever of you,” he laughed. “What if we just went to see a movie, instead?”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Just text me a time and place, and I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it. As soon as I buy the tickets, I shall let you know.”

“Sounds awesome! It’s a date.”

As you parted ways, for real this time, it registered in Loki’s mind what you’d said. He hadn’t particularly been thinking about his phrasing or in what way he was asking you to hang out. But apparently you’d taken it as an invitation for a date. As Loki arrived back at the Tower and flopped onto his bed, already dreaming of your laugh, he found he was quite happy that you had.

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messrmoonyy · 3 years

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35 for sylki on that touching list. Please

Ah, another prompt I tell myself I’ll keep short then go off on a tangent for that is you squintttt you’ll see the prompt lmao. Anywho. Enjoy my sweet anon.

I’m gonna start posting these requests to my AO3 too if you prefer to read there!

Prompt from this list

Prompt: kissing their bruises and scars

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Sylvie Laufeydottir

Warnings: mentions of injury, mild language

Check my masterlist for all my other writing, requests are always open for prompts from lists or not!

Finding Sylvie again had been just as difficult as Loki had imagined. She’d spent her entire life hiding from people and only letting them find her when she needed them for something. And amongst the madness of new timelines popping up by the second…. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. But Loki had been determined. In fact it had been his one and only point of negotiation when Stephen Strange had caught up to him, agreeing to work with him and fix the mess… only if they could locate Sylvie first.

He wasn’t sure she’d even want to see him. She’d cast him through a time door after all. But he believed he understood her reasons, her motives. She had spent her entire life looking for the man behind the mask, the person in charge of the TVA, the reason she’d been plucked out of Asgard all those years ago. And she’d finally found him. There was no way she was going to simply walk away from that. So he kept looking for her, determined to find her and hoping his thoughts were correct.

Though she didn’t seem to want to be found. Every trail they found ran cold, but there was always a little something that made Loki know she’d been there. So maybe, just maybe, she was waiting for him after all. Leaving him clues but needing to keep moving. Situations on some timelines were getting rough and he found his fear peak everytime he found a trace of her, wondering if she was hurt. She had survived in apocalypses, he knew she could take care of herself. But this was something else.

Loki felt himself almost waiting for Stephen to tell him they weren’t going to look any longer, that clearly she had fled and wasn’t planning on coming back. But he held up his end of the bargain and Loki helped him regain order on some of the timelines they came across, looking for Sylvie in the process.

Though as time went on and Loki lost track of the amount of timelines they had crossed, he could feel his hope beginning to slip. Only still going forward on pure stubbornness alone. Stubbornness to not want to lose someone he loved again. He’d lost everyone he loved up until this point. Frigga was dead. Thor believed him to be dead. Mobius didn’t even know who he was anymore. He had no friends. No family. Just her. Just Sylvie. His Sylvie. So he would remain stubborn and keep searching for her.

And stubbornness clearly payed out.

“ as far as I can tell there’s no Kang variant here. We should be safe for now. But don’t get too comfortable “ Loki looked around the planet they had arrived on. He got the strangest sense of de Ja vu as he looked at the small village in front of him “ this planet seems peaceful enough but nothings usually peaceful for long anymore “

“ where are we may I ask? “

“ planet called… Lamentis-1. It’s completely wiped from existence in a few hundred years time. That’s probably why Kang had no use for it and left it alone “ Loki wanted to laugh to himself, of all the planets. All the timelines. They had to end up there.

“ she won’t be here “ he was still balancing on the knifes edge of wondering if whether or not she hated him or not. And if she did, she wouldn’t go back to Lamentis. The place their connection was established. The place he felt that shift in his chest by the lake. Had she felt that too? Had her heart dropped deep into the pit of her stomach as she sat there holding his hand, looking at him as if he were put on the earth solely for her? had she felt that too?

Or had he simply over reacted about the entire thing, his purely desperate need for affection simply clawing it’s way out in the fear of his impending demise?

“ well we’re here. So. Let’s look around I’m not wasting my time “ Loki gave a nod and followed him through the village. He remembered passing through there with her, but it had been deserted before. The neon sign he had ‘foolishly’ suggested she tried to charge the tempad with, was glowing brightly by the side of the road. It made his head hurt and he turned away, suddenly feeling too bright for his eyes, instead looking at the people that didn’t know their planet would be nonexistent in a few hundred years. At least those on it now would be long dead by then.

“ why did you think she wouldn’t be here? “ Stephen asked as he dodged a man carrying a large stack of boxes of some exotic looking fruit. Loki hesitated for a moment and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“ I er- we. We have been here before. Myself and Sylvie “ Stephen glanced over at him as if silently probing for more information “ when I first met her… we escaped the TVA and I accidentally brought us here. Right on the day the aforementioned ‘wiping from existence’ happened to be in full swing. We were very nearly wiped out with it “ if he thought hard enough he could remember every moment of that day. Right down to the smell of the ash that filled his nose, the feel of the soft seats on the train, Sylvies fingers on his neck in her attempt to enchant him.

He shook his head slightly to free himself from the thoughts.

“ our… ‘ connection’ was first established here. It created a rapid branch on the timeline. The TVA showed up right before a chunk of rock could take us down “ Stephen hummed slightly in understanding and then came to a stop.

“ then you might have an idea of where she would go if she were here? “ the lake. His head told him immediately though he knew it was stupid. She might still hate him, why would she go back to such a place? But… he guessed it was worth a try.

After telling Stephen his hunch they stepped through one of his portals, much more simple than the previous trek he and Sylvie had made across the planet.

He stepped out of the glowing ring, coming to an immediate halt. Partially because the lake looked a lot more beautiful when it wasn’t being destroyed by parts of a planet. But mainly because there was a woman stood there at the edge of the water. He knew it was her simply by her hair and the same black leather outfit she’d had when he last saw her. Even if it was a little more ragged looking now.

“ Sylvie “ he practically gasped her name, shock and relief washing over him at the thought he’d finally found her. The woman froze stiff for a moment before turning around quickly, arm outstretched with a sword pointed towards him. Her face was bruised, her lip split in one corner, blood dried around her nose and a gash through her eyebrow. She looked a mess quite frankly.

But it was her. It was her. Sylvie. No mistaking. Even under the purple of her bruises. He’d not forget a face like hers, he’d been dreaming of it for.. how long had it even been since he’d last seen her? He wasn’t sure.

“ Sylvie “ he tried again, more confident and strong than before “ I’m not going to hurt you. It’s okay “ her eyes were wild, filled with confusion and fear and she didn’t drop her sword “ Sylvie “

“ How do you know my name? “ her voice was the same, If a little hoarse. Exhausted. How long had it been since she’d slept properly? Drank? Ate? He wanted to scoop her into his arms and take her back to the sanctum sanctorum, protect her from what ever had caused her harm.

“ you told me it yourself. Right here on this planet, granted it was a few hundred years ahead of now. It’s me, truly “ he racked his brains for a few moments to think of some way to prove it to her then remembered what was in his pocket. He carried it around with him everywhere just in case he finally found her. His TVA tie. She’d only ever known him in his increasingly grubby TVA uniform. So he assumed it was a good place to jog her memory of him.

He raised his hands in a surrender, the tie in his hand, before taking a few more steps closer.

“ close enough “ she grumbled when he was close enough to be only a few centimetres from the end of her outstretched sword.

“ alright. I understand “ he lowered his hand slowly and draped the tie over her sword. She took a sharp in take of breath at the sight of it, holding it in her hand and looking as if she might cry “ I’ve been looking for you. For a long. Long time “

“ why “

“ because I- “ he cut himself off with a short sigh, deciding now was not the time for him to be making deep proclamations of his love for her. Not when she had a sword pointed at him “ I wanted to make sure you were okay “ he opted for instead.

“ I sent you away “ she said, her eyes darting up to meet his. Clearly she didn’t believe him.

“ to the TVA. A place you believed me to me safe, back to my friend “ he wasn’t sure if he was totally believing that himself as he said it, more so using it as a way to see if that was truly what she’d done. Or if she had just pushed him across space and time to get him out of her way. Kissed him as a mere distraction.

“ but you’re not safe. You’re here “ he nodded again and chanced another tentative step towards her.

“ things are a little… complicated. But we have a safe place. So just come with me, you’ll be safe now Sylvie. Stephen- “ he nodded backwards to where he was still stood observing the two of them “ - is helping us fix our mess “

“ our? “ she croaked, her eyes welling up. It was breaking his heart to look at her in such a distraught manner.

“ yes. Our “ she dropped her sword then and fell into his arms, clutching at him as if he were a lifeline. And he guessed, from the looks of her, he probably was. He held her back just as tightly, trying his best to voice to her that she was safe now. She was home now.

“ we should get back “ Stephens voice attempted to break their moment but Loki refused to let her out of his grasp. He placed a kiss to the top of her head and then shuffled around her slightly so that his arm was tightly around her back, never letting any points of contact drop. To his mild surprise she let him help her walk through the portal, leaning into him slightly and trying and failing to hide a limp in her leg. He’d almost expected her to bark her orders that she could very much walk on her own. But she didn’t.

If fact she was quite quiet after that. Not speaking a word as Loki explained where they were now and that it was safe, talking to her like one would talk to a scared child. He felt as if that was what she’d needed. He didn’t expect she’d had much comfort in her life and he was more than happy to offer it to her now. She didn’t protest when he suggested they get her cleaned up, or when they did just that and she fumbled with the buckles of her leathers and he silently went over to help her. She looked even smaller and afraid without her armour, just the torn undershirt and her trousers.

She was still uncharacteristically quiet as he went to work cleaning her wounds. Sitting her down on the edge of his bed and wiping away the dust and debris of wherever it was she had been. She was Asgardian after all and had her own magic flowing through her veins, so most of her smaller wounds had already began to heal themselves. Though he found a few that were a little worse and silently patched her up.

“ I’m sorry “ she said as Loki finished up, so quietly he wasn’t even sure he’d heard her correctly at first “ I’m so. So sorry Loki “ he looked up at her to see her eyes already on him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Loki reached out for her, his hand cusping her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears.

“ what happened to you “ was all he said, still shocked by how much weaker she seemed. So vulnerable. So afraid “ Darling, tell me “ the name fell past his lips before he could stop it, but she simply leaned into his touch more at the name. She was simply as starved for affection as himself.

“ a lot “ she said with a sniffle, closing her eyes and letting out a shaky sigh “ a whole lot of shit” Loki waited for her to continue, getting her to open up wasn’t a particularly easy thing he’d learnt. So he wasn’t about to try and push and break what he’d seemed to be building on now with her “ after I killed him. I thought. I thought I’d feel brilliant. I’d have some magical awakening and feel like I’d finally accomplished what I had to. Some relief. And I did. For the briefest second then I just…. Nothing. Just pure regret and remorse, hit me so hard I felt sick with it “

Her hand came up over his in her cheek, pulling it down into her lap and holding it tightly. He’d noticed she had thing for holding his hand. He wasn’t exactly against it himself, he wanted to contact as much as she did. Needed the contact as much as she did. If he focussed enough he could sense the magic thrumming below her fingertips, he’d always been able to sense magic. But it felt stronger with her.

“ I ran then “ she continued after a few more moments of silence “ only thing I’m good at. I wanted to look for you. Kinda missed having you being a total arse by my side “ he smiled at that, knowing she had missed him too. It hadn’t just been him pining for her after all “ but the timelines…. It’s mental out there now. People trying to take over and growing more powerful everyday…. Plenty of you out there you know. Right evil bastards some of them “

“ they did this to you? “ he questioned. She shrugged. That was a yes then.

“ some of them. Not all as smart as you’d think. Ran rings round them “ she looked up at him then instead of their intertwined hands “ I didn’t think you’d want to find me again… or if you did you’d just want to kill me. Get me back for what I did “

“ I could never. You had your reasons. I understand “ she seemed to hesitate for a moment before her free hand reached up, her fingers gently grazing over his cheek and his jaw.

“ I missed you, you know “ she said softly “ you absolute arse “ he chuckled slightly and his smile grew when one tugged at her own lips.

He couldnt help but think how beautiful she looked, even with the bruises and scrapes littering her skin.

“ you’re staring “ she commented quietly, her fingers creeping closer towards the nape of his neck and toying with the curls of his hair.

“ I am “

“ narcissist “ she teased, clearly returning back to herself again. He preferred it.

“ maybe “ just looking at her was making his chest tighten. He wondered if his past self would have been quite annoyed at him turning to mush about a woman, found the whole thing funny. But he found that he didn’t even care now. Because hisself that lived on the sacred timeline had a different purpose. A different glorious purpose. But his? It was her

“ what are you thinking about? “ she asked quietly and he struggled to find the words to tell her. He’d never been the best at voicing his emotions. Especially something like this.

“ I- Sylvie- “ he cut himself off with a frustrated sigh and she raised an eyebrow at him before pressing gently to the back of his neck, the faint prickle of magic on his skin. He looked at her and understand what she was asking. And for the first time he didn’t block her as she dipped into his mind, let down the walls he used to keep her out and let her swim around through his thoughts. She closed her eyes, focussing on the clearly difficult task of scrambling around inside of his mind. He tried to keep his mind as clear as possible, the one and only simple thought of I love you floating around on the top. And a minute or so later her eyes snapped open again.

She looked at him as if trying to figure out if he was joking or not. There was a moment of silence between them before her fingers at the back of his neck applied pressure again, this time tugging him into her just as suddenly as she had done the first time. All that time ago back in the Citadel.

He’d wanted to be the one to kiss her the second time though he wasn’t complaining. But when she began to pull away he pulled her right back in again, revelling in the way she almost melted against him. She was still tugging at his hair in a way that was almost painful, but it was all very… Sylvie. So he didn’t even mind. His hands were cautious on her, in the way they always had been. Always careful not to touch her unless she wanted him to.

He pulled back from her lips slowly, trying to savour every last millisecond. Then found his lips moving to brush over the purple bruises that were littered across her face, the cut that sliced her brow, following the landscape of injury over her pale features and down her neck. He finished with a lingering kiss to a fresh scar on her shoulder, having touched every mark of hurt and hatred he could see with love. Every angry moment replaced with a tender one, shifting slightly then so his forehead rest against her shoulder.

She turned her head to the side, nuzzling her nose into his hair, her hand sliding up to cusp the back of his neck again and hold him in place. Neither of them spoke for a few moments longer, not really needing to. Just holding each other, being thankful to finally be back by the others side.

He lifted his head after a few minutes pressing his forehead to hers instead, his thumb brushing across her tear stained cheek.

“ I promise you, with all my heart, that I won’t let anyone hurt you again “

#messrmoonyy writes #I wasn’t going to post today because I was in suu a down mood bc of Helen. but writing makes me happy so. yeah #Loki tv #Loki #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #sylki #sylki fanfic #loki x sylvie #marvel #mcu #one shot #pro sylki

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Eye of the Storm 17

Warnings: nonconsensual sex; paddling.

This is dark!Thor and dark!Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a new servant at the palace of Asgard but the job isn’t so easy as you thought.

Note: This is a lot of smut but I promise y’all, we are close to a conclusion. Don’t give up on reader just yet.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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The door was locked. Loki barely said a word as he left you in the king’s chambers. Alone. You would have been thankful for the solitary in any other circumstance, but this was more penance than peace. Not only was the prince angered by your attempt at flight but he now held it over you. If he should reveal it to the king, you would surely face a wrath far worse than Loki’s silent brooding.

Several days passed, a week maybe. In a perverse way, your wish for isolation had come true. Only the maid appeared to bring your meals and to clean up the barely touched remnants. You didn’t do much but stare out the window or at the wall. You couldn’t decide which you dreaded more, Loki’s inevitable appearance or Thor’s foreboding return.

The prince woke you. As the first time he’d appeared thus, you were on the couch, in a troubled and tenuous slumber which he swiftly broke. You sat up slowly as you touched your forehead and your vision cleared slowly. You blinked away your fatigue as Loki paced back and forth behind the couch. You looked over the back at him and he barely seemed to notice you.

You turned your legs over the edge of the sofa and were startled as something slapped harshly against the back. You stopped and looked back. The wooden paddle rested threatening against the upholstered frame. A snake head was carved into its face and it’s long tail wound around the handle, gripped in the prince’s pale hand.

“Obedience.” He said staunchly as he turned the paddle. “That is what you must learn. While your little acts of resistance are entertaining they can be rather exhausting.” He brought the paddle to your cheek then slid it down under your chin and forced your head up. “Trust me, darling, this will save you much trouble. Not only with myself but my brother as well.”

“Your highness. I--” You stammered as he lifted your head higher. “I have thought on my transgression and I am so very sorry. I understand that what I’ve done--”

“You do not understand.” He insisted as he pushed on the paddle and you were forced back until you were on your feet. “You do not understand that the queen left because I allowed it. That she did invite you because I suggested it. That you fell into my trap because I knew you to be underhanded.”

“I was scared but I--”

“You be quiet,” He hissed as he brought the tip of the paddle to your lips. “I did not come to break that precious face.” He let the paddle drop as he stepped around the couch. “Only the last of your cursed obstinacy.”

Your lips trembled. You couldn’t understand why he would aid Calla. Why should he let her go and not you? Well, certainly he had more use in you than a wife not his own.

“Come on.” He slapped the couch cushion with the paddle. “Hands flat.”

You stared at him and he lifted the paddle. He brought it around your back and nudged you towards the sofa. You did as he bid and he leaned the wood against your ass. He spun it and rubbed it against you.

“I did not bring the queen to be an ally to the king. I chose her because I knew she would be an easy foe, especially with my oaf of a brother.” He slithered as he stepped closer and pulled up your skirts. “I don’t expect you to comprehend my methodology but surely you can guess my intent… my brother’s arrogance has always been his greatest flaw. He is a sore loser.” He bared your ass and stepped back. “Ever since we were children. And to lose to me… a greater tarnish upon his pride.”

“Please--” Your voice caught in your throat as the wood cracked across your ass and your legs gave out. You cried out as you crumpled to the floor and reached back to touch your tender flesh.

“Up!” He barked and jabbed you with the paddle. “Count.”

“Ow,” You whined. “I can’t. Please don’t--”

“I will double the mark, dear, so stand and take your punishment with some degree of dignity.” He snarled.

You rose, shakily, drawing yourself up with the couch. You bent over it heavily and braced yourself as your legs continued to quake. You took a breath as the wood met your flesh again before Loki pulled back. The next strike made you yelp, and the next, and the next. With each, you counted, pained grunts which barely left your breathless chest.

When you reached twenty, tears crawled down your cheeks and nose and fell onto the cushion below. You waited for twenty-one but it never came. Instead, Loki pushed on your lower back until you lowered yourself down to the floor, careful to keep on your knees as your ass reverberated with pain.

“I did promise my brother to keep you in line,” Loki said as he placed the paddle against the wall. “He did not clarify in which way I should do so but whatever is most effective, I suppose.”

He neared and pulled you up by your elbows, your skirts falling over your legs once more. You were barely able to stand on your own strength and you sniffed back your sobs. You’d never felt a pain so intense and it lingered as your flesh was already bruising.

“You do know if you were to tell him of the ways in which I’ve kept you submissive, he will do worse.” He turned and sat on the sofa as his hands slipped your arms. “You must know that I have shown you mercy but you would rather not have him prove it thus.”

You scowled down at him, somehow numb and entirely agonized all at once. He grasped your waist as he drew you between his knees until your legs met the couch.

“So, what have you learned, darling?” He asked.

You stared down at him as his fingers crept up and down your sides. You choked as you searched for your voice.

“To listen. To be obedient.” You quavered.

“To be silent.” He added as he pulled you into his lap. “To do as you must, not as you want.”

He tore your skirt from beneath you as he slid you closer. He kept you on your knees, just above him as he felt around between your bodies. He unlaced his breeches as his other hand brushed your skirts back behind you. He freed himself from his pants and you felt him prodding along your cunt. He gripped your hip and forced you down impatient and sighed as he tossed his head back against the couch.

You sat atop him, your ass burned as you settled in his lap. His hand fell from you and he spread his arms across the back of the sofa.

“Do as you must,” He purred. “You’ve learned much, darling. Surely you needn’t my guidance any longer.”

You inhaled as you began to rock. You grasped his shoulders as the friction of your skirts against your ass caused you to tremble. He stayed as he was, watching you past his long nose, as you sucked in your lip, in agony and reluctant pleasure. Despite the fire in your veins, the singe along your flesh, you felt that familiar tingle. That one which wasn’t really you but that baser, instinctual weakness within.

You kept your pace slow but steady, afraid to further agitate your tortured ass. You hung your head, wishing, praying, for it to end. The listlessness, the loneliness, the purgatory of these chambers, you had taken it for granted. You hadn’t appreciated any of it and this is what came from it.

Your orgasm rolled through you but you only let out another pathetic whimper. You focused on keeping your hips tilting until as a flood of warmth filled you. Until Loki’s voice rose sultry and dusky around you. You stopped and without thinking, fell forward until your head rested beside the prince’s. Your breath came shallow and shaky.

“Get off me,” He growled as he shoved you.

You sat up and lifted yourself from him, falling back on the cushion beside him with a grumble. It hurt worse than before. Not just the welt from the paddle, but your soul; your very being. He stood and strode away, ignoring your existence as he searched for something to clean himself with.

You remained on the couch, curled up in a heap, barely hearing or seeing him as he moved around the chambers. You only sensed his shadow as he came to loom over you.

“I will not be so patient again.” He bent and grabbed your chin until your lashes fluttered up at him. “Your novelty wears thin, my dear.”

🌩️

Loki did not return for another week. You were thankful he did not bring the paddle but his visit went as any other. The next day, the door was unlocked. You opened it but did not leave. Not for another week after that. More than a month since the king had left. You didn’t long for his return only for the similar absence of the prince.

You felt sick often, your stomach cramped most nights, and you’d begun to bloat. Was it stress? Surely the unending tension that encased your entire existence was wearing on you. That morning was worse than most. You were overtired, your head hurt, and your breakfast made you queasy.

So you decided it was finally time to leave the chambers. You needed some air. You needed to be free of the walls of your prison. You needed to forget, if even for a moment, a second. You could just pretend, just a little, that this all had been a bad dream.

You stepped out into the corridor. The guard stood straight and watched you as you passed him. He followed a few feet behind. Loki’s man? Thor’s? Did it even matter?

You went to the garden, the only place you could think of to go. The only sanctuary in this inferno. You passed by the flower beds around the stone bench and the low hedges near the front of the courtyard. The bushes got higher and higher and trees came to be framed by rose bushes and lines of tulips and lilies.

You were a fawn, lost in a forest of wolves. You were a fae searching for the magic root that would free you. You weren’t you, you just were. Only the guard, your personal shadow, kept you bound to reality.

You knelt by a patch of golden daffodils and daintily felt a petal. The scent of pollen made you think of when you’d been a child. The bunches of violets you’d gathered and give to your mother as a present. You smiled.

“I wondered where you were.” Your heart caught at the deep tone; quiet but suffocating. You looked over your shoulder as Thor dismissed the guard with a glance. “I admit my greater fears did come to mind.”

You withdrew your hand and stood. Was it truly him? Was this some trick again?

“My king.” You breathed. “You’ve returned?”

“I was longer than I expected,” He said calmly as he neared. His scarlet cape was stirred by the gentle breeze, his expression was a mix of fatigue and frustration. “But I prevailed. Ormheim has been subdued and I return to you, pet, wanting.”

You lowered your chin as he came up before you. He took your hands in his and drew you to him.

“You look… even more delicious than I recall,” He hummed as he cupped your cheek in his hand. “Did you miss me as I missed you?”

“Yes,” You lied. “Every day.”

“And night, I’m certain,” He grinned. “How long I’ve waited to see you again. To see this face.” His arm wrapped around you and he hugged you to him. “To feel you.”

You tried to smile but it felt more a wince. You recalled Loki’s warnings, the queen’s escape, and your own guilt. Even if he did not learn of his brother’s mischief, he would not be happy for his wife’s departure.

“I cannot wait,” He snarled as he leaned in, his large hand stretched over your jaw as he raised your head. “I thought to take you back to the chambers but my patience is little.”

He pressed his lips to yours and clung to you. You kissed him back, perhaps hoping to prolong the inevitable. Perhaps hoping to live in your delusion a little longer. He might be the keeper of your cell but you could pretend he was another. Pretend you wanted it so bad as him. You did want it; you wanted to leave it all behind. You wanted to be happy so why not fake it…

He bent closer and his arm slipped down your back. His other hand fell from your chin and he grabbed the back of your thighs. He lifted you as easily as he would a feather and wrapped your legs around him. He groaned into your mouth as his hand blindly searched your skirts, bunching them up in each other as he bared your ass.

You clung to his shoulders as he felt beneath you and tickled your cunt. His lips left yours and he bent his head into the crook of your neck. His mouth brushed along the collar at your throat and his warm breath seeped into you. He guided himself with two fingers to your entrance and he sank into you slowly. He gasped and dragged his lips along the skin that bordered the golden choker.

He impaled you completely and you moaned. You tilted your hips as you pushed your head back and he kept his motion with sharp, short thrusts. You let out pathetic mewls with each rock of his pelvis and you tightened your hold on him.

“You really did miss me, pet,” He rasped in your ear. “Mmm, all mine.” He purred. “The nights must have been long all by yourself.”

“Very,” You breathed as you let him use your body and turned your face up to the hot sun. “Oh, my king.”

“So sweet,” He groaned as he sped up, hooking his arm under your right leg and drawing it up as he hooked his fingers over your shoulder and his other stayed wrapped around your back. “Fuck, it’s been so long.”

You panted as you felt the pressure mounting. As the coil twisted inside of you and urged you on. As it pushed away every ounce of doubt and resent. As you forgot the sickness which had woke you early and the melancholy which had coloured your life. You exclaimed as your orgasm took over and you let yourself surrender to Thor’s body. Accept his gentleness while you could, his cruelty would not be far behind.

He slammed into you harder and harder. His growls grew deeper and louder. He snarled against your cheek and crashed his hips against you. He jolted your body as his motion grew sharper and more deliberate. He rocked through his orgasm as he roared in pleasure, fucking you until his seed was dripping out around him.

His chest rose and felt against you and he stumbled around with you still in his arms, still buried inside of you. He sat on a stone bench beneath a tree with great green prongs. He sighed and ran his hand up and down your back as he embraced you.

“I needed that,” He said. “Were you a good girl when I was gone?”

“Yes, my king,” You uttered as leaned against him. You felt his power, remembered it. Visions of his wrath tinted those memories and you shuddered.

“Let us stay like this,” He played with your skirts as he spoke. “Just for a time. I’m not so ready to be king again.”

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aliypop · 3 years

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For All Time Always

Wordcount: 2,514

Warning: Some angst

A/N: I just wanted to write some Soft Astrid and Loki because I was inspired by @lokislittlesigyn headcanons for snuggly Loki, so I hope you enjoy. Because oof the fluff

"And that is why..." a loud crash coming from the palace hallways, "And that is why..." Odin tried to start back up again as his gaze motioned to the commotion of sound, "If you'll excuse me," he sighed as Amidala nodded along with the rest of the realm leaders, hoping that her children weren't the cause of the interruption. Several guards stood in front of the treasure room as Thor, Loki, Astrid, and Isabasia stood there scheming a way to get in. "We'll do get help." Thor smirked, lifting his brother as Loki pouted, "What exactly is get help?" Loki asked, his crown nearly being smooshed by his brothers.

"Well, I'll say help my brothers dying and-"

"And then Wha- AAAAAAH!"

CLASH!

Astrid giggled as Isabasia smiled, "Oh, we have something similar, except I do this!" Isabasia turned herself invisible as she carried Astrid past the guards and threw her right next to Loki, who she landed in his lap, "Seems Astrid and Loki are close enough to kiss each other!" Thor teased as Isabasia joined in with him,

"Disgusting..." both Astrid and Loki slid away from each other as their hands both brushed against each other,

" I'd rather kiss a frog!" Astrid growled as Loki began to croak, jumping on her shoulder, his mucus-covered green skin grossing her out. Astrid flung him across the room as he transformed back, holding a blue cube in hand.

BANG!

"That was very uncalled for!" he growled as spits of green fizzled at his fingertips, "Oh yeah! What will you do? Turn into a snake and stab me!" Astrid snapped, blasting him with her magic, both Thor and Isabasia no longer present to witness the situation before them. The two still fighting before they heard the clearing of throats, both Astrid and Loki found their parents disapproving glares at the mess they had made.

"You vile snake!" Astrid laughed, finding a note amongst her dresser. The two were now in their mid-teens, the age where romance was not to be taken ever so lightly. Sitting in the garden reading was Loki, who had stolen Astrid's mothers' amulet, the one to be awarded to her on the day of her official engagement to Thor,

"You two tongued wet weasel..." Astrid smirked, sitting amongst the lavender plants that Frigga loved so dearly, "That's a new one. I'll have to write it down," he focused on his book as she walked over, taking a seat in his lap, causing him to gain color in is ivory tone. His eyes focused on her brown skin. And the curl of lips, the way her hair was unraveling from her self-made braids, he wanted nothing more than to make her his, and he'd do everything in his power to do so.

"Loki..."

"Loki!"

"What?"

"Is something on your mind." Astrid asked as she laid her head on his shoulder, basking in the Asgardian sun as the Fall was soon coming to the realm, "Whomever wins your heart shall be ever so lucky." he sighed as Astrid turned to face him, his alluring eyes gleaming, as he soon looked away blush creeping up to his cheeks as Astrid only hummed,

"Why do you say?" Astrid asked as Loki scratched the back of his neck, "Well... uh... well... Because they will." he stammered. Astrid laughed, being that she had never seen Loki so lost for words, his hands wrapped around her waist stabilizing her so she wouldn't fall over. No longer concentrated on his book. His eyes were all focused on her,

"You are worth more than any jewel ever."

"Is that why you stole my mother's amulet..." Astrid asked, searching through his pockets as he swatted at her hands playfully, "What if I didn't take it..." he smirked, flipping her over on her back, her dark curls kissing the grass flowers surrounding her. "Then what was the note on my dresser for," she questioned as Loki gulped,

"To catch your attention..." he looked down,

"Loki, you always have my attention." she wrapped his arm around her waist as she wiggled into his chest, taking in his scent, as he rolled over to get a better angle as to what Astrid was doing,

"You oaf, you're going to squish me!" she groaned as Loki chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sound,

"What was that?"

"I said get off..."

"No... no, you called me an oaf. Which means you should apologize." he winked as Astrid averted her gaze,

"I'm sorry-"

"As you mean it." he grinned.

"My humble prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, Rightful King of Asgard, I deeply apologize." she laughed as pushing him away the two rolling down a hill, Astrid landing on top of him,

"Now tell me why this lack of me not having your attention." she asked, bringing the topic back, "You've been paying attention to Thor lately..." he sighed as Astrid placed her thumb on his cheek, "And smiling at him, and... As your best friend..." the hurt in both their eyes at the sound of that phrase, Loki and Astrid were past best friends by the people of Asgard and Vanaheim, sure they slept in the same beds together since they were ten and had always made the other smile since they were eight, but always there for each other to talk, they were soulmates the very thing that Frigga told them about,

"I just don't want to be forgotten..."

"Loki, how could I forget you. You're my best friend, my reason I love you."

"Astrid..."

"Hmm..."

"Don't say things that make me want to kiss you..." he stared at her lips. As she pulled him by his crown, their lips meeting, the bliss as sweet as honey and as beautiful as any song.

"Be mine..."

"I can't..."

The fall winds blew on Asgard as the stars shone, the village peppered with vending carts and lights. Thor was taste testing ale for the Harvest Festival, which brought most of the realms together.

Taking a sip of mead from her goblet was Astrid, her eyes focusing on the decorations that the Vanir made the only thing reminding her of home,

"Does your mother know you drink..." soft hands touching her waist,

"No, she doesn't," Astrid giggled lips to her ear, "What would your mother say if she found you so full..." Loki winked. Tilting her chin up,

"She'd say absolutely nothing because you are not to tell her..." Astrid gave him a burst of laughter sweeter than all the honey of Asgard, just like her kisses.

"Oh but, I might..." he leaned in closer to her, their foreheads touching,

"Then I'll tell Odin you took me away from Thor..." she whispered, stealing a kiss from him.

"You cheeky Minx.." he laughed.

"Maybe I am." she giggled, stumbling a bit, not use to the high levels of alcoholic intake of the Aesir.

"A small tip... though," Loki whispered, helping her stand

"What's that..." Astrid asked

"Gold isn't Thor's complementary color. It's red." he laughed as she smirked, "Perhaps, I wore this for you," draped in greens and golds stood Loki, who couldn't get enough of her, although they both knew that what they were doing was wrong. It felt right after all Thor was still allowed to drink, fight, flirt and be an acclaimed sex God by the talks of Fandral and Lady Sif, who told Astrid all of his stories to keep her company when her mother and father were fighting. So she figured why not have her fun too.

Astrid stood on top of the table singing, all the while Thor looked at her almost in the glance of a disruptive child,

But the trees dance, and the waterfalls stop

when she sings, she sings Come home

When she sings, she sings Come home

Astrid hiccuped as she sang amongst the Asgardians, her mug of ale sloshing around as she later dropped it. "ANOTHER ...That is how you do it here..." she asked Loki as he nodded, "ANOTHER FOR EVERYONE!" she shouted as she threw her cup down, drunkenly kissing Loki as her sights saw Thor leave with Isabasia sister, who couldn't even say hello to her.

Isabella smiled, her brown skin complimenting the crimson red dress that Ashton had made from the purest of silk farmed from Egypt, her hair down wearing the crown of her mother, and eyes looking away from the crowd,

"You look beautiful, like ..."

"Like what..."

"A flower that only blooms in the gardens that only the rivers know." Thor took her by the hand, twirling her into his arms much as he did when they were younger, but they were older now, sure not enough to rule, but enough to know that they were in love. Isabasia placed her hand on his cheek leaning in to kiss him,

"Your mother must be worried. It is getting late..." Loki smiled, helping Astrid down, "I've got a better idea..." she smirked. Drunken giggles filled the halls of Asgard as royal guards walked by. Holding her shoes and sliding down the floors were Astrid and Loki. As giggles turned into erupt fits of laughter. A guard stopped in his tracks, causing Loki to turn into Thor, picking up Astrid. Loki turned to the guard,

"Who goes there." he demanded, looking at "Thor" and his assumed mistress for the night.

"You see, my fiance... She had a lot to drink and is tired."

"Very tired.." She giggled, letting a yawn out.

"Of course, my lord, but why the throne room?"

"It was her request," he winked, kissing her neck as Astrid bit her lip.

"Grant me this night before I return," Isabasia asked her voice in a needy tone, the two passing the throne room as the guards standing there rubbed his eyes, watching as they later went up the stairs. Leading to his chambers,

"Astrid .... You'll learn to love him, just as Frigga learned to love Odin..." Amidala smiled, placing her crown on her daughter's head, "And maybe you'll forget all about this foolish Loki..." she snarled at his name as she went to cover the ungodly bite marks on her neck, "And grow up for the better..." she mumbled under her breath,

"Besides ... it's coronation day, which makes it official for."

"My engagement to Thor the most miserable day of my life..." she said under her breath, her dress covered in the finest of jewels, of reds and yellows, placing the emerald earrings in her ear from Loki. She sighed, remembering how his touch felt on her skin, the way he treated her,

"I almost forgot one more thing..."

"What's that..." Astrid asked as her mother took out her gold and red amulet necklace from its box, "Your grandmother gave it to me the day of my coronation engagement, and now I pass it to you." she smiled, her heart content on Astrid making an even better name for their family,

almost everyone in the nine realms flooded the throne room of the palace. While Thor gloated and boasted down towards the Throne, Astrid kept her eyes on Loki, who had a look of disinterest on his face towards his brother, who was also treating Mjolnir as a party trick. Frigga, who stood next to Amidala, only laughed at her child's immaturity while Astrid was slowly shutting down her mind remembering what she and the prince of Asgard did the night before. She could still feel the lingering sense of his tongue and the pleasurable ache from his every thrust, but her heartfelt glee of every praise he had ever given her. As Thor kneeled to his father, Loki gave a quick wink to Astrid, who blushed back. Odin stood up, cheers still, radiant, while the warriors 3 waved at Astrid. Who wanted to crawl in a ball and die.

"Thor Odinson... my heir... my firstborn so long and trusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir forged in the heart of a dying star," Odin said while Astrid looked up at Frigga, a tear in her eye. Loki wanted to do everything in his right to take her away, but he knew that after tonight she would no longer be his.

"Do you swear to guard all nine realms?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?" Odin looked over at Astrid,

"I... Swear," she responded.

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realm?"

Thor glanced at Loki, "I swear!"

"Then on this day, I Odin All-Father proclaim you..." he paused almost as if he were sensing something,

"Frost giants..." Odin growled as everyone evacuated the palace. Both Thor and Loki followed Odin as Sif, the warriors three, and Astrid drew their weapons fighting the frost giants. Amidala looked at her daughter in disgust. Fighting wasn't originally what a princess was supposed to do, but here she was fighting beside warriors and Loki instead of making sure her "beloved" was okay.

After the events of an almost coronation, the royal dinner slowly sizzled down. There stood Thor, who was standing behind Astrids chair.

"I know..." he glared at his soon-to-be queen,

"You know what..." she asked, still eating, refusing to meet his gaze.

"You've been cheating on me for my brother..." his tone cold as Astrid dropped her fork,

"It's not what it-" Astrid tried to say.

"You sneak into his chambers at night, the glances, how long has this been going on!" Thor asked as he flipped the table over. Astrid growled, "Just about as long as you've discovered yourself to be so mighty!" she stood up, her red gown flowing behind her, "You never acted as if you needed me... wine, fighting, and sleeping around with my sister have always been your main concern!" she walked away Thor grabbing her wrist,

"I am your king..." he snarled.

"You are but an immature quibbling titmouse... Who will never be king." she laughed, "And, you'll only get yourself killed if you go to Jotunheim..." she freed her wrist, charging off to change into her armor. Heimdall sighed, watching as Thor, Sif, Loki, and the warriors sat at the Bifrost bridge on their horses, as the sound of trotting came among them from afar was a Vanir woman in her mother's old armor.

"Astrid..." Loki looked up at her.

"Loki..." she squeezed his hand, As he kissed it. The two sitting on the couch of their New York penthouse overlooking the city, boxes still packed as they sat cuddled up together, his arms around her waist, as her body pressed against his, the two watching I love Lucy, a collection borrowed by Wanda. "Yes, darling..." he asked, "Do you ever thank the Gods..." she hummed, wearing one of Loki's sweatshirts that said Low Key on it.

"All the time..." he kissed her head, "Especially for having you in my life." Astrid giggled, "Oh, Loki."

"Let's try get help!

CRASH!

"I'm okay!"

Both Astrid and Loki looked at each other as they sighed, "NARFI LOKISON, VALI LOKIDOTTIR!"

"Uh oh..."

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Of Numbers and Strange Friendships

TITLE: Of Numbers and Strange Friendships CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 72/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being friends with Peter Parker RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: None so far. Also on AO3 here

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Frigga said when she was done explaining. The entire room was understandably shaken by the exposition. There had been quite a lot of exposition. The revelation about Hela, about Odin’s secrets, had shaken both of the princes, as well as Sif and Sigyn. The Avengers were all shocked as well, but they were also trying to cope with being on a foreign realm when none of them had been off realm before. It was a lot for them all to take in. Frigga, at least, seemed to recognize that.

Of course she did. She was a wonderful mother and queen. She would rule Asgard well until one of her sons was ready to take the throne.

“I need to take the throne and calm the realm,” Frigga continued, her words gentle. “Thor, I trust you, Sif, and the Warriors Three to see to our guests. I will see you all at dinner.” She was giving them an excuse to relax, to take time to take everything in. Thor and his friends would give the Avengers a tour of the palace and the realm. He would ground himself again in the familiarity of his home, of his life and his friends and family. He could share that with the team.

She also knew that Loki and Peter had some talking to do, now that Loki could speak again. Maybe one of these days Loki might also finally be able to get that much needed rest. But there were still things he needed to do.

Loki kissed Sig’s cheek and got to his feet. “You’ll take care of the witchling?” He asked her.

Sig gave him a warm smile, which had the entire team staring at Loki doting on his fiancé. “Yes, love. I’ll look after her,” she promised. Loki needed to talk to Peter alone, which meant that Loki had to drag him away from Wanda.

The warriors stood and bowed to Frigga as she took her leave. Thor took up a quick conversation with Sif to coordinate getting the team clothes for Asgard and giving them a tour. Loki made his way over to Peter and Wanda. Wanda was still hugging the spider-child too tight, relieved that he was alright. “My apologies, witchling, but I’m afraid I need to steal the Arachnid from you for a bit. I’ll return him unharmed,” Loki told Wanda, drawing her attention away from the very squashed Peter.

She loosened her grip and looked up at Loki. She was hesitant to let Peter go, now that he was safe. “I… can’t come with you?” She’d been everywhere with Loki and Peter during their trip to Asgard before.

Loki shook his head. “Not this time,” he said gently. Wanda hesitated, but nodded her understanding. Peter and Loki needed to talk. Along. She gave Peter an adorable, chaste, clumsy kiss before she stepped back, promising to see Peter later. Sig quickly corralled her into magic lessons to distract the witchling. Wanda didn’t want to be separated from Peter now that he was finally safe and things were calming down. “Come along, Arachnid,” Loki said and headed from the morons’ lair, trusting that Peter would follow.

Loki led Peter up to his suite, where he knew that they wouldn’t be distracted. Loki’s suite was protected with magic so only himself, Sig, Frigga, and Thor could enter without him lowering the shields for them. Loki led Peter inside, adjusting his shields to allow the boy to enter. He closed and locked the door behind them and gestured to his sitting room, inviting Peter to take a seat. Loki himself took a seat in his favorite reading chair.

“There is a lot to explain to you, Arachnid,” Loki said softly once Peter was seated.

Peter considered something. “What’s the number?” He asked, clearly wanting a gauge for just how bad this conversation was going to be.

“8,” Loki replied, picking at his hands. It was clear that the number was because of how stressed he was, not how evil he was feeling. Peter tensed. 8 was not a good number on their scale. He mentally prepared himself for a difficult conversation. Peter nodded for Loki to continue. Loki took a breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation. “I accept that you may not be able to forgive me for what I did,” he started, resuming picking at his hands, his tell for when he was uncomfortable. “I am deeply sorry for the method, though I will never apologize for saving your life. It was the only way…”

Peter hesitated and actually stopped to think before he spoke. “It’s real, then? The golden apples of immortality?”

Loki inclined his head. “They can heal mortal injuries and illnesses. And they can grant immortality to mortals,” he explained, reclarifying what that meant. Before Peter could ask, he continued with the explanation. “From now on, you will age as we do. You’ll live roughly five thousand years…” he lowered his gaze, sure this would be the point where Peter would hate him for turning him Asgardian without permission.

“Aunt May? Wanda? Our friends?” Peter asked, horrified by the implications.

Loki shook his head. “Perhaps I could acquire another for the witchling, but… we cannot just give the apples to every mortal we like. There would be too many,” he shook his head again. It wasn’t possible. “There are only so many apples available,” he concluded.

“You… you said that Mama Frigga…” Peter couldn’t quite finish the question, couldn’t ask what he needed.

Loki inclined his head, understanding Peter well, even without proper words. “Mother set aside one of the apples for you. I meant to ask you when you came of age if you wished for it. I didn’t understand before why she gave it to me before you were of age to consent to the change. I understand now. She saw that it would be the only way to save your life,”

“Why would she set an apple aside for me?” Peter asked, getting straight to the heart of the matter. He was just a mortal kid. Yes, he had some abilities, but… that surely wasn’t enough to be given one of the precious apples of immortality. Not if there were as few of them as Loki indicated. And Loki, while he was the god of lies, wouldn’t lie to Peter, not about something so important.

Loki bowed his head, looking at his lap when he finally answered. “For me. She knew that I could not live happily in a universe where I lost you,”

That was the key. Loki, now that he had met this brother of his soul. Now that he had healed, had gotten better, had learned from the teen who grounded him in the every day world, now that his life had changed for the better for meeting the teen, he couldn’t live in a world where Peter aged and died in a heartbeat.

Peter’s eyes widened when he realized just how much he meant to the god, just how much his loss would mean, and what Loki had risked to save his life. He rushed over to Loki and wrapped his arms tightly around Loki’s neck, making the god make a yelping strangled noise. Yes, things wouldn’t be easy, and there was a lot to learn, but He would always have Loki at his side to help with it all.

There was only one thing for Peter to say. One way to tell Loki exactly how he felt with this revelation.

“One,”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #of numbers and strange friendships #chapter 72 #nekoamamori

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silence-burns · 4 years

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Please Hate Me //part 34

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?

Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers

Your hand felt warm and soft in his, and just the right size for holding on the way back to the Tower. The day turned to evening, and the evening into an early night before you even realised. Street lamps were already fighting off the crisp darkness as Loki and you strode through the thin layer of fresh snow.

It had been an interesting day. Loki looked at the small figurine, bearing some unmistakable similarities to the way he had looked back during the New York invasion. Finding it on the shelves of a shop you took him to was a strange feeling. There were so many different ones, both of him and the Avengers, and even people he could only guess were some other heroes or important figures on Earth. It was clear from looking at them that whoever had created them, paid great attention to details and colors.

The face underneath his favourite golden helmet looked slightly off, if Loki had to be painfully honest, but it wasn't completely wrong either. The wrinkles of the cape, and the leathery fabric of his armor were like their real counterparts. He could almost feel it on him as he looked at the tiny version of himself you insisted on purchasing.

Loki wasn't sure why it had been put on the same shelf as the Avengers, and your explanation wasn't very helpful. He didn't feel angry, though, just a little confused.

It felt fragile in his palm, so he made sure to handle it with care. For reasons unknown to him, you insisted that you wanted to put it in your room, preferably by the window so that it could be as close to snow as possible. Loki didn't follow your line of argument, but the care you talked about it with warmed his heart.

Loki was still holding it when you walked into the elevator, and was smiling softly as the automatic doors opened to let you enter the common area of the floor.

More precisely, the sitting area that was currently in use.

"This is awkward," you said as the two of you stopped in front of the Avengers, in an atmosphere so heavy and tense that it could be cut with a knife.

For some reason, Peter was there too, sat in the back, between a stone-faced Steve and Natasha whose mood was, as usual, unreadable.

Thor, with his back to you, stared or pretended to stare through the window. He had his cape off, and you could see Mjolnir put down nearby. Banner was standing next to it, completely lost in nervous cleaning of his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

"It's almost as if they have been waiting for us, like a puppy left at home for too long," Loki said lightly, but the joke didn't reach his eyes. They scanned the brightly lit room with a trained intensity.

The hand still holding yours tightened.

"Where have you been?" Steve asked flatly.

"Out."

"Why?"

You shrugged. "We kinda prefer a company of people who know how to have fun. What have you been doing here all this time? Having a stare off? Discussing the bills?"

You could've sworn there was a shadow of a smile on Natasha's face, but it disappeared as quickly as it happened. Peter, on the other hand, was sitting very, very still with his back uncomfortably straight, looking around with wide eyes. It was clear he had absolutely no idea what was going on. Most likely, he just wanted to come by the Tower to talk everyone's ears off about how his totally-not-a-date went. It looked like he was unlucky enough to get involved in whatever was going on.

"This is really not the right time for jokes.” Tony massaged his temples, as if whatever headache he had could be worked off by regular circles.

"And that's why it's always so serious in here-"

Tony huffed and fished something out of the pockets of his suit. He almost pushed it into your hands before you could even protest. Loki watched him with an ice-cold glare and you could've sworn the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees.

"The hell is this?" you frowned, unpacking a few photos of various shapes and sizes. Loki peered over your shoulder.

And smiled.

Tony felt his blood boil. "May I ask when precisely did you plan to inform us of your little 'engagement'...?"

The photos were all from different places, but they had two things in common. One was you. The other was Loki. The enchantment put on him prevented strangers from recognizing his features, but it did nothing against people who had already been acquainted with him - like the Avengers.

An uncontrollable wave of laughter erupted out of you as you looked at all the stupid, love-sick poses that had granted you so much free cake all those weeks ago. So much had happened since then, both in general and in between the two of you, it was actually hilarious that something like that had finally resurfaced.

Tony was far from sharing your mood. "I have no idea what is so funny, but I was far from laughing when Happy noticed those in my favourite bakery while getting doughnuts. And he was even less happy than usual to find similar atrocities committed in other places-"

That was too much for you. You bent in half, shaking and flushed. Loki didn't seem to mind. If anything, he looked strangely satisfied while looking through the photos.

Steve cleared his throat. "When did you-"

"I KNEW IT!"

Everyone started when Peter finally broke. Before anyone managed to stop him, Peter leaped off the couch and closed Loki and you in a bone crushing hug. "I love you guys so much and I'm so happy for you."

Clint, who had been completely silent up to that point, and to be honest also more than a little confused, asked "Wait, so you knew about them this whole time? Why is no one telling me shit? Why am I always the last one to know?"

Natasha patted his knee and silenced him. She was having way more fun than she had originally anticipated. The colors changing on Tony's face in a rapid succession were truly a work of art.

Peter stared at Loki with pure, unfiltered adoration in his eyes that even your breathless choking couldn't break. "I didn't know about the engagement, but it all makes so much sense now. Please, Mr. Mischief, can I be a flower boy at your wedding? I've always wanted to, but Aunt May never allowed me, but I promise I'll be the best flower boy ever, I swear it!"

The colors on Tony's face stopped changing. He walked over to the cabinet and took hold of the whisky bottle.

Steve looked as if he needed that kind of support too, but tried his best to hold it together. Thor, to Loki's great surprise and even greater suspicion, still stood in front of the window. The only sign that he was indeed listening to the mess unraveling in the brightly lit living room were the whitened knuckles of his hands.

Peter misunderstood Loki's silence for a no. The boy dropped to his knees and hugged Loki's leg tightly. "Please, Mr. Loki! Don't leave me out of this, I've been supporting you from the very beginning! I have every comic book made about you and every figurine available on eBay and I even wrote an essay about the Nordic pantheon last year!"

The tears in the boy's eyes were what had utterly destroyed you. Completely breathless from laughing that you just couldn't hold back, you dropped to the floor next to the boy. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and you gasped for air that just couldn't get to your lungs. Your stomach was a painful mess and no matter how much you wanted, you just couldn't stand straight.

The whole situation was so ridiculous and unexpected, that every time you tried to get a hold of yourself in order to explain that mess, you started laughing all over again.

That was precisely the moment when Thor finally moved. He walked in a slow, menacing manner that had always raised tension in the room. The look in his eyes was one that Loki came to know all too well throughout the centuries they'd spent together.

"Why are you always like this, Loki?"

Loki looked at the boy on the verge of tears glued to his right leg. Then he looked at you on his left, fallen to your knees laughing. He was surrounded by idiots.

And loved them.

Loki smiled. "What can I say, brother? I have always been the charming one."

Tony sipped his whiskey straight from the bottle. Initially, he reached out for the glass, but decided otherwise as the conversation progressed.

"Did you destroy the building on the Fifth Avenue with your charms too?" was all he asked.

You leaned your head on Loki's leg, finally mastering yourself a little bit. "That's not fair, Tony. We wreak ONE building, entirely on accident, and you won't overlook it, but whenever you guys fight in a city, so much public and private property gets destroyed that the lawsuits-"

"That is not the point-"

"But it's still true!"

Natasha wished she had taken popcorn with her. Clint turned his hearing aid off and leaned his head on the back of the couch next to her.

Thor sighed.

"Asgard needs you, brother."

The room fell silent with the weight held in those words. Thor crossed his arms. Loki understood now that what he had initially taken for anger, was in fact weariness he could sense in Thor. Weariness and sadness.

"What happened?"

You stood up and took his hand. It was cold and tense, but he still requited your touch. His fingers clasped yours tightly.

Thor looked down at your intertwined hands, and at the boy still clutching Loki's leg.

"I'm glad you have found yourself a place here, brother, I really am, despite what you're probably thinking," he said. "But we need your assistance. Asgard's ambassador to the Realms of The Edge was brutally murdered two days ago, along with a noble born of the Edge. We're on the brink of war. The Edge requested investigation by one of us."

That was… quite a lot to process.

Loki looked at you. You looked at Loki. Peter tried his best to blend in with Loki's trousers and not be kicked out of the conversation.

You frowned at Thor. "But if it happened two days ago, what are you still doing here? Aren't you needed where it happened?"

Thor shifted uneasily. For the first time since they started talking, he looked uncomfortable and couldn't hold your gaze.

"I can't go there."

You waited for further explanation, but none came. Loki, on the other hand, didn't look surprised.

"My dearest brother was banned from the Edge a long time ago," he explained happily. "After a certain unfortunate incident, the lords of the Edge decided that he is no longer welcome there."

"Don't speak as if you weren't a part of the very same unfortunate incident, Loki."

"But I wasn't caught."

"And that's why you're going. Asgard doesn't have any other Princes to spare, however unlucky that is, and the lords still don't trust our father."

Loki opened his mouth to protest.

"Mother's already agreed," Thor added.

"Oh." Loki closed his mouth.

"Who's going to go with him then, if you can't?" you asked, concern written over your features.

"No one else from Asgard is allowed there. It took our father three thousand years to convince the lords of the Edge to agree to at least one ambassador. Our peoples have… a difficult history."

"Which basically means Asgard waged a bloody, unfair war against the Edge and destroyed half of their lands before it finally realized there was nothing of value on them," Loki explained. "It's only natural that the Edge wants as little to do with Asgardians as possible."

"Wait."

All eyes landed on you.

"So you're saying that you have to go there alone, without any help or assistance, to solve a murder and stop a war of vengeance completely on your own, among people who are already hostile and will probably try to finish what was started? Am I seeing things right or is this an actual joke, as lame and poor as I'd expect out of you, Thor?"

Thor, for his part, looked embarrassed. "It's not like we have any choice."

"Right, you don't," you nodded. "I'm going too."

The voices of protest were louder than you expected, but not as loud as the one voice that absolutely loved your idea.

Peter clutched Loki's leg even harder. "I want to go to space too! PLEASE!"

Tony put the bottle down. "Peter, you're fifteen and have homework. Wasn't that your own argument when I-"

"I also have hopes and dreams!"

"No. Your aunt would gut me and make herself and Pepper a bag out of my skin."

"It's going to be dangerous there. Next time, kid," Loki patted his head with surprising gentleness. He had grown attached to the boy, even before the boy had attached himself to Loki with the power of love, adoration, and his spidery stickiness.

Peter looked around the room. However confused, its inhabitants weren't protesting your candidature. "But if it's so dangerous, why are only the two of you going?"

"Because he's literally a god," you said and Loki nodded. "And I'm an asshole that's very hard to kill. Like a cockroach." Loki nodded again.

Peter was sad to realise the odds, but he didn't protest any further. He moved back onto his feet again and hugged Loki and you one last time.

"Just stay safe out there, okay? And if you ever need a Spider-Man, you know where to find me. Alone. Again."

"We're gonna be back before you notice," you ruffled his hair.

There was silence between Loki and you as you headed towards the room you’d been residing in for the few past weeks. It was not an uncomfortable silence, and certainly not one held in anger. It was a silence that always accompanied moments of unexpected change.

Loki beheld the room. He looked at his clothes laid on the floor and a chair. At one of his daggers left on the bedside table.

"Are you sure about going with me?" he asked.

You sat on the bed. "I've already told you that. I won't let you go there alone. From the sound of it, it's going to be dangerous."

"I don't want you to risk your life."

"And I want to protect yours," you shrugged. "I guess we're gonna have to work around that."

Loki smiled. "Thank you."

He found his enchanted bag pushed deep under the bed. There were a lot of things Loki had to pack, and was very grateful for the capacity of his own personal space pocket. He'd enchanted the bag back when he was just a kid, with a little help from his mother, and made sure to take it with him wherever he could. It was worn from frequent use, but still held strong.

Loki brushed the cracked leather. You put your own belongings next to him to pack.

Loki was still kneeling when he looked up at you, perched on the edge of the bed you'd shared for so long. His mouth went dry when he saw the casual confidence you held around him. All those weeks you'd had together, all those incidents and adventures, and all those faked proposals just for the sake of free cake…

There was something he just had to ask, had to know and hear, even when he had been hoping for it for a while now.

Hope. That's all he'd been reduced to.

There used to be days when he'd sneer on that thought. This was not one of them. Today it felt right.

"Would you…?"

You smiled at the god fallen to his knees, even as the air seemed to leave the room and tighten his throat.

"In this world and all the others, Loki."

He let his lips fall onto yours, gently and with care. Weeks ago, Loki might’ve said it was almost an accidental touch, just a brush really, a surprise for both parties. But things changed and so did he.

"I love you on purpose," he said, with hands cupping the face he could stare at for the rest of eternity. "And with the intent of loving you more with each day."

Silver lined your eyes, and a choked chuckle escaped you. "What's there not to love? I'm a delight."

Loki grinned. "Of course you are, darling."

A/N: This story finally hit 50k words and I'm so proud of myself! This is the longest fic I've ever worked on. 50k words and the first kiss... Does this still count as a slow-burn?? I'm sorry if the portrayal of some of the Avengers might feel off, I just needed someone to do the scolding part :P Please be merciful on me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway, please tell me what do you think of the direction this story is taking!

#Please Hate Me #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki #loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #loki mcu #loki laufeyson imagine #marvel

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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catch me under the mistletoe || s.r

summary: in which a certain bond is tightened during the magical holiday season

words: ~3.6k

warnings: none. some language i think,,, and rly shitty writing bc i wrote this over a year or so ago

a/n: we’re still days away from christmas lmao, but who cares

“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE, LOSERS!” Bucky yelled out.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE!” Thor boomed in reply, slamming his hand against a baking sheet.

“Shut the hell up!’ you hissed as you shuffled into the kitchen, a cranky look on your face. You grabbed the nearest pillow to you from the couch and chucked it at Bucky’s head. He winced and immediately stopped what he was doing.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For waking me up at nine-thirty in the morning on a Saturday, asshole,” you muttered, reaching over to pour yourself a cup of tea. “Do you ever shut up?’

“9:30 isn’t even that early. You’re just lazy,” he argued. “And why am I getting all the hate? Thor was in on this too?”

“Because Thor is a compassionate and kind being,” you explained, as the Norse god gave you an apologetic smile.

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve, Lady Y/N,” he greeted politely. “I presume you slept well?”

“Yes, until Bucky started making noise…”

“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed. “I’ll buy you more Cadbury tomorrow, okay? Is that enough?”

You nodded. “...Okay, fine.”

Steve hobbled into the kitchen, dressed in his Captain America pj pants (Tony got them for him last year as a gift) and wearing fluffy slippers.

“Morning,” he yawned as he ran a hand through his hair to tame it, quickly kissing your forehead before sitting down in between you and Natasha. “How’d you guys sleep?”

“Got a solid six hours. Better than last week’s combined total of three, so I’d say not bad,” you replied. “You?”

“Managed to squeeze in five. So, anything new happen lately?”

“No, asides from the fact that the holidays are near and you two are acting like a couple,” Natasha rolled her eyes. You and Steve both averted your gazes and looked down. “Anyway. When are we gonna start getting decorations up?”

“After we finish eating, I guess,” Sam shrugged as he poured cereal into his bowl. “Ooh yes. I got more charms this time. Fuck the grains, Lucky Charms ain’t lucky if you got more grains than charms.”

“Shuri and T’Challa will be coming in approximately two hours. I advise you all get to work on decorating before they arrive,” FRIDAY’s voice came over the intercom.

Loki suddenly materialized in the middle of the lounge with a wide grin plastered on his face, as well as Pietro. “Did someone say decorate?”

“Have at it, brother, Sir Speedy,” Thor handed the several boxes of decorations over to him. “But please, don’t do anything stupid.”

...

You were all amazed and shell-shocked when a mere fifteen minutes later, the entire compound looked like a winter wonderland. The giant tree standing strong in the corner of the lounge was decorated from bottom to top with various stunning ornaments, garlands, and twinkling LED lights.

Long story short, it seemed as if someone had punched Santa and made him throw up Christmas. Loki and Pietro nodded in approval at their work before exchanging a high-five.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but,” Tony cleared his throat, “the jokesters really pulled it off this time. I’m proud of you both.”

The only thing left to do was hang the wreath up, and you decided to be the one to do so. You climbed up the ladder to hang up the wreath when you felt someone taser your sides.

"Steven Grant Rogers!" you screeched, glaring at him as you wobbled and tried to regain your balance. "I could've fallen off, you bastard!"

"Oops," he shrugged, giving you an innocent look. "That was a complete accident, I'm so sorry."

"You suck," you stuck your tongue out at him before hanging the wreath up on the wall.

"Told you the holidays were a magical season," Natasha whispered over to Wanda, and they both exchanged knowing looks. “Hey, Y/N, I still have some last-minute shopping to do. You willing to drive?”

“Sure, why not,” you shrugged. “But why can’t you take your own car?”

“I don’t feel like driving.”

“Alright,” you sighed, standing up and pushing your chair in. You leaned down to quickly kiss Steve’s cheek. “See you guys later.”

“Damn,” Sam wolf-whistled as you stepped into the elevator with her and Wanda, doors closing behind you. “She’s so oblivious.”

“To what?” Steve looked confused.

“Y’all are so in love. Don’t try and go on with that ‘we kiss each other all the time’ bullshit because that’s not what people who are ‘just friends’ do.”

“But it is what just friends do. Y/N and I...we’ve known each other for a while...”

“Bullshit. I ain’t buyin’ that.”

…

After you finished your last-minute shopping, you returned home with the gifts all wrapped up and ready to go and decided to whip up a batch of gingerbread cookies. The party was due to begin tomorrow evening, and you wanted a head start so you wouldn’t be cramming mere hours before.

Soon enough, the warm smell of cinnamon and other festive aromas drifted through the air.

"Mmm, is that gingerbread?" You turned around to find Steve sitting there, chin propped on his hand.

“Yeah. When I was little, I’d help my dad bake them because he’d often burn the cookies. As a SHIELD agent, he was always busy and didn’t have the time to improve his cooking skills.” You chuckled, and a nostalgic smile appeared on your face as you recalled the memory. “I started cooking at a young age...it really helped me prepare to be on my own. It kinda became a tradition of mine to keep baking even after he passed...feels like I still have a part of him with me when I do.”

The timer went off and you grabbed your oven mitts, pulling the cookies out of the oven and placing them on the counter. You put the second batch in and reset the timer.

"You smell like cookies," Steve commented, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your cheeks turned bright pink from the physical contact. He didn't let go, and you let your arms slide up his back and stay there, as you stood in his tight embrace, breathing slowly and heart beating rapidly.

Tony broke it up by walking in and coughing loudly.

"Don't distract her, Rogers," he said, sitting on the couch with a slight smirk on his face.

The two of you pulled away from each other, looking away quickly to avoid further embarrassment.

"Speedy Gonzales, Parker, you better put those props away or no party or cookies for either of you," you scolded as Pietro and Peter were parading around the lounge.

"Darn. I look really attractive in this headband," Pietro whined.

"Yeah, it really brings out the color of your eyes," you said sarcastically.

"Thanks, Y/N," he imitated your tone of voice.

Shuri arrived soon enough, and immediately took to watching Vine compilations with Peter on the couch as they ate the few samples of the cookies you’d given them. The compound grew rather quiet, and you relished in the feeling of peace before someone could come along and screw it up again.

…

The next day quickly came and went. One by one, the rest of the guests began to arrive: Strange and Wong, the Guardians, Loki, even Fury and agents Coulson and Hill. How Tony managed to convince them to come, you had no idea.

You were dragged away by Natasha to get ready upon her insistence that you were forbidden on seeing Steve before the party. Despite your protests (”The fuck? This isn’t even a wedding? Why are you treating it like one?), she didn’t budge. Knowing her unmovable determination, you allowed her to dress you up and do your makeup.

“Wow, gold really is your color,” she propped a hand on her hip as she spun you around so you could look at yourself.

“You’re a miracle worker, Romanoff,” you laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’d be so lost.”

“That’s why we’re friends, isn’t it?” Natasha gave you a little wink. “Dress to impress, love, dress to impress.”

...

The Christmas party was now in full swing - it was just after dinner and everyone was walking around, laughing and drinking at the bar or just casually conversing with one another. You were bored of wandering around and had already talked to pretty much everyone in the room, so you decided to look around for Clint and T’Challa because you didn't know what else to do.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" you asked, holding your simple glass of ginger ale (You hated alcohol). "Stark ditched me because he's busy working the music."

"Sure," T’Challa nodded, motioning to the empty seat beside him, and you slid into the booth. "How's it going for you so far, Miss Y/L/N?"

“Just Y/N is fine,” you laughed, setting your drink down on the table, “I’m doing alright. What about you? I forgot to ask how the flight here was.”

“We were able to get a couple hours of rest on the way here, so I’d say it was a nice flight.”

“That’s good,” you nodded.

“Kinda off topic, but hey, why aren’t you talking to Capsicle? He was looking for you earlier,” Clint spoke up. “Go talk to him.”

“Clint…”

“Come on! Just talk to him. It’s not like you’re some teenage fangirl terrified out of your mind to even look in his direction.”

“Fine,” you huffed, standing up. “See you guys later?”

“See you,” the two men said in unison as you walked away.

Your eyes scanned the room for Steve’s familiar broad-shouldered figure. They finally land on him, standing in the corner with a crystalline champagne glass in his hand, standing next to Bucky with a faint smile on his face.

You take one look at him and you swear your heart stops. He was literally the human form of perfection. The black suit he wore only further accentuated his lean, athletic build, with chiseled features and a sharp jawline that had to be sculpted by the gods themselves. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of him. The collar of his shirt is rolled down slightly, holy crap- and his eyes- they seemed to be shining even more brightly tonight, if that was even possible. They made you swoon, and you never swooned. The effect this man had on you…

As soon as he met your gaze, he couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. His eyes immediately brightened at the sight of you standing there in your shimmery, gold gown, his heartbeat picking up speed.

He gave you a quick once-over before looking straight back into your eyes. “Hey, doll. You look...amazing.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled lightly, feeling your face flush, “you look great, too, Captain.”

Bucky cleared his throat. “So you’re not gonna make a comment on my appearance, huh Y/N?”

“Oh! Sorry,” you apologized, “Bucky! You look so...different!”

“Decided to go back to that old 40’s look. Tony insisted on it and I caved, so here we are,” he explained, gesturing to his clean-shaven face. “What do you think?”

“You look great,” you beamed.

“Romanoff pick out your dress?” You nodded, and he made a little ‘ah’ in realization. “She has good taste.”

“I know. I never would’ve found this on my own. Hope Tony doesn’t mind losing 2 grand from his credit card.”

“He won’t. Uh, anyways...I’m gonna go join Clint over there for our pool rematch. We have at least fifty bucks on the line now that Strange and Quill are joining in,” he motioned behind him to show Dr. Strange and Peter Quill arguing over how much money should be put in. “Catch you guys later?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “See you later.”

You turned back to Steve to see his baby blue eyes still boring into you. Normally you’d feel like shrinking away underneath his gaze but instead, you hold your head high and maintain the friendly smile on your face.

“So, how’s the party been going for you so far?”

“Other than Tony ditching me to DJ, I’m great,” you laughed, “and you?”

“Parties aren’t really my style, but I decided, why not just let loose for tonight?” he replied, “It’s Christmas. There’s no need to be in a foul mood.”

“I mean, you can’t possibly stay grumpy when you’re watching Peter and Shuri battle it out on the dance floor.” He glanced in the direction you were looking at to see in fact, Peter and Shuri, holding a dance-off as several people cheered them on.

“Staying on that topic…” he paused for a moment before speaking, holding his hand out to you, “may I have this dance?”

“Of course, Captain,” you give him a goofy grin as you took his hand and he leads you to the dance floor. Once the two of you arrive at the center, the crowd immediately parts to make room and the music immediately switches from a fast-paced pop tune to something much slower.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, pressing you close to his body. Right away you’re hit with his fresh scent of berry aftershave and pine, and clean linen. You find yourself leaning into him as he gently places his hands on your waist and your arms loosely wrap around his neck, swaying gently to the beat of the music.

“You’re pretty good, if I do say so myself,” you comment, sending him a flirty wink. He laughs in response, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so.

“You’re not so bad at this, either,” he grins, the intensity of his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. He twirls you outward before bringing you back in, quickly catching you around the waist again. “You’re very light on your feet.”

You continued to dance and twirl around the floor, onlookers thinking to themselves that this most certainly wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this before. The lights overhead twinkled with each step you took as you spun around in delicate circles, the gold of your dress glittering brightly. With the feeling of Steve’s warm hand on your back and your feet gliding smoothly across the floor, it felt as if the only people in the world at that moment was just you and him, no one else. You’re too busy to realize everyone’s stopped what they were doing to watch you two. Like Cinderella and her Prince Charming, Hercules and Megara, Beauty and the Beast - you had everyone believing you were a match made in heaven.

You’re not sure how long you stay wrapped up in each others’ arms for. Maybe it’s about half an hour later when the music switches again that you finally snap out of your trances.

“That was nice. Thank you,” you gave Steve a single nod. “I had fun.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” he looks you square in the eye as he gives you yet another million-dollar smile. Oh my god, his smile-

You make your way over together, his hand still on the small of your back, to where the rest of the OG Avengers were seated around the couches.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lovebirds themselves,” Sam smirked as you sat down, Steve putting his arm around the couch right behind your head. “Saw your romantic little moment back there.”

You rolled your eyes. “Lovebirds, my ass.”

“Language,” Steve teased, nudging you in the side. You shot him a ‘look.’

“Well, you’ve been quite the eye-catcher tonight,” Natasha folded her hands in her lap, nodding in approval as she observed your appearance. “If I were Rogers, I’d take you out on a date right away. Or if I were a man in general, I’d just straight up marry you.”

“Nat, with the way we act around one another, some people think we’re already married.”

“Touche.”

“Ooh, damn,” Clint let out a low wolf-whistle, twirling his drumsticks around his fingers. “Sounds like someone’s hot property.”

“Shut it, Barton,” you gave him a death glare.

“Okay, anyone against Y/N and Cap being a couple, please raise your hand,” Pietro announced, and when nobody raised their hands, he pointed at you. “See! No one’s objecting. You’d make an amazing couple.”

"No."

"Yes."

"Why are you guys so determined?"

"This ship has to happen. It is not going to die. Not on my watch," Sam declared.

“What even is a ship-” Steve began, but was unable to finish his sentence as Maria Hill was approaching your group.

"Merry Christmas! So I've heard this is the new power couple," she said as she made her way over and sat down as well. "How's it going?"

“Ooh, another ship member!" Clint pumped his fist up in the air.

"Damn right," Sam gave Hill a thumbs-up.

"Of course I'm on board," she smiled. "I'm all for it."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously. What is it with you guys and shipping people together?"

"It's 'cause y'all cute," Sam wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Y'all really gotta be cute like that. My heart can’t take it."

"Y/N," Steve noticed that you were looking uncomfortable and jerked his thumb behind the two of you, "want to go get some soda or something to eat?"

"Uh, yeah," you let out a sigh, brushing out your dress, "yeah. That'd be great."

"Don't have too much fun!" Tony called after you.

"Remember to stay safe and use protection, guys!" Clint cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted.

��

“Well, that was chaotic,” you breathed out as you took a sip of your champagne before setting it down on the counter. “I’m honestly not even surprised by the team, anymore...kinda got used to it.”

“Yeah, you grow immune to the jokes after a while,” he shrugged.

“You know…” you thought for a moment, a wistful yet sad smile appearing on your face as you looked out ahead, "Mom always got so excited around Christmas Eve. She wasn’t a huge alcohol lover, but made an exception for champagne. And hot chocolate. No matter how cold or warm it got during the month, she had one mug of it every day-"

You stopped for a moment to compose yourself again. "And Dad---he would make us sing along to every single Christmas track that came on the radio."

"Hey, are you alright?" Steve's brow furrowed in concern as he placed a hand on your forearm.

"I'm okay," you smiled sadly. "I just really miss them."

“I know. I miss my parents, too. My mother...she’d love you, you know. Ma always talked about having another daughter, but was unable to. Loved hot chocolate, like your mother…and never missed the chance to catch the sunrise or sunset, no matter the occasion.”

“She sounds like an amazing person,” you looked up at him.

“She was.”

You spent another hour or so talking together, feeling the tension lift from your shoulders with each passing minute. Talking to Steve came so naturally so often- that was why, when you couldn’t fall asleep at night, would go out to the balcony with him and talk until the sun rose. You just continued your conversation, until giggles and whispers interrupted your chatter.

"What do you want, guys," you rolled your eyes at the team, arms crossed and smirking at you and Steve. Shuri especially, had a rather evil grin on her face, and so did Clint, Bucky, and Sam.

"No...what they're trying to say is...uh..." Steve scratched the back of his neck and with an awkward chuckle, pointed to the mistletoe hanging above your heads.

"Mistletoe," you said softly, feeling your face heat up.

"Yeah," he spoke in a quiet voice, a light pink shade dusting his cheeks.

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" the entire room began to chant.

"Rules are rules! You're not leaving until you two kiss!" Clint sing-songed.

The air around you had suddenly grown thick with anticipation and suspense as everyone fell silent, waiting for what was to come next, your heart beating so fast that it was making it difficult for you to catch a breath. Your gaze slipped down to his lips so he took this as a cue to let his arms slowly snake around your waist and you placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling as if everything was all going in slow motion.

Although the kiss didn't last very long, you made sure to take in every detail. His lips were so soft and warm, you could feel one of his hands on the small of your back as he pulled your closer, the other resting just below your shoulder blades, and you could feel the butterflies going wild in your stomach. Your heart was beating a million miles per hour, it seemed, and the sparks.

It could've been hours, or weeks, or even months until you finally broke apart but when you did, you were both grinning like fools and the team was trying their hardest to hold back their excited squeals.

"Merry Christmas," you whispered.

"Merry Christmas," he breathed out, before wrapping his arms around your waist again to bring you in a second time.

“Clint! Get up!” Sam lightly tapped the archer’s cheek. “Get up!”

“I think he’s dead.” Peter whispered.

“No, he just passed out from shock,” Shuri shrugged, but then gave him a high five. “Anyway, good job, Pete! You did a pretty amazing job of hanging that up there in time.”

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The Perfect Pair

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst

Pairing: Loki x OFC

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Chapter 6: Without You

(Loki POV)

I watched her slump down as she returned to her body; I ached to touch her, to feel her soft skin for just a moment. Months of only getting to see her have been torture, and all I wanted was to hold Violet, and it physically pains me not to sometimes. “That was surprisingly beautiful, brother,” Thor’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “I’m not surprised you were listening,” I grunted, keeping my eyes on the floor. “It’s horrible to lie to her brother,” Thor said smugly, pacing outside my cell. “I’m not surprised you think I’m lying. At the same time, I don’t care if you believe it or not,” I shot him a dirty look. “Clean yourself up; we are leaving,” Thor sighed, crossing his arms. “I want to see her before we go,” I locked eyes with my brother. “Loki –“ Thor huffed but stopped talking when I raised a hand. “I don’t care; I want to see her once. End of story,” I got to my feet, blinking away my disheveled appearance. “2 minutes,” Thor sighed, irritation dancing through his eyes. Thor nodded to the guards, and a break in the orange barrier appeared; I met Thor at the entrance, turning towards Violet’s cell. The guard hesitated, but Thor nodded again; the barrier opened enough for me to slip in. Violet was passed out; the energy it took for her to sit with me was taking its toll. Her body tensed momentarily, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “I do love you, darling, in my own twisted way. I’ll find my way back to you,” I mumbled, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead. My legs carried me to the door of her cell, away from the feeling of being home; I glanced at her one more time before joining Thor again.

***

(Violet POV)

“I do love you, darling, in my own twisted way. I’ll find my way back to you.” Loki smiled down at me; a gentle breeze tousled his hair, the sun reflecting off the striking green of his eyes. My eyes fell shut as his lips pressed to my forehead, a content feeling washing over me.

My eyes shot open instantly, and tears stung the corners of my eyes. It felt so real, and it felt like Loki was right here; I quickly turned my head, seeing his cell empty. Tears rolled down my cheeks, the sinking feeling that I may never see Loki again was flowing over me in waves. I sunk down in my bed, letting the pain loll me back to sleep, dreaming of a time when Loki was at my side. /// I listened to the low hum of the orange barrier around me; what seems like days had passed since I had seen Loki or Thor. The empty feeling engulfing me never subsided; one day, it got so intense, it felt like someone rammed a blade through my chest. My hours consciousness consisted of thinking about how I could escape while my dreams were filled with memories of Loki; I woke up feeling lonelier every time. “Violet?” I jumped at the soft voice. My eyes found Thor standing outside my cell a few seconds later; pain etched all over his face. The orange barrier opened, letting him slide into my cell, his towering form making me feel even smaller. “Hello Thor,” I hesitantly said, moving to a sitting position. “Hi,” he muttered, shifting his weight awkwardly. “Where’s Loki?” I whispered, already knowing I wasn’t going to like the answer. “...he’s gone,” his voice cracked, a single tear rolling down his face. It felt like someone punched me in the stomach; I doubled over, my lungs tightening like someone squeezed the air out of them. “I’m sorry,” Thor whispered, moving to sit on my bed. He lifted his arm, hesitating before pulling me to his side; the small gesture broke the dam, tears started flowing. “How?” I croaked. “Don’t dwell on that. It’s not important; just know he loved you,” Thor mumbled, rubbing my arm. “You didn’t think he actually did,” I snorted, but it sounded more like I was choking back a sob. “He changed my mind. He died saving my love. He sacrificed his happiness for mine.” Thor’s voice cracked a few times, his head falling forward. “I always knew there was good in there somewhere. He isn’t...wasn’t, as evil as he insisted,” I mumbled, a sad smile tugging at my lips; tears falling onto my hands. “His funeral is tomorrow. I’ll come to get you before so you can get ready,” Thor sighed, squeezing my shoulder. “I’m allowed to go?” I looked up at him finally, his face a few inches from mine. “Yes, I convinced Odin to let you come. He wasn’t too happy, but he agreed,” Thor smiled slightly. “Thank you.” I smiled back at him, appreciating his kindness. “You deserve to say goodbye to your love,” he tried to smile again, tears rolling down his face again. “I don’t know how,” I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder. “You may have helped with the incidents in New York, but I don’t think you’re as bad as you make yourself out to be either. I’ve seen a softer side to you the longer you’ve been in here. I saw a softer side of my brother that you brought out of him. I may not have always been kind to you, but my brother loved you. I want to grant his dying wish,” I felt the vibrations of his words through his shoulder. “What was it?” I asked, staring off into space. “He wanted you to be happy,” Thor sighed. “So I was hoping you would consider working in the castle. Although Odin insists you have to wear something that cancels your magic. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the closest I can come to granting his wish. It’s better than being stuck here.” Thor’s breath hit my forehead as he spoke. “There’s no point. I’d rather you just kill me,” I stammered as another wave of sadness ran through me. “I can’t do that,” Thor sighed again, squeezing me closer. “Please, it’ll hurt less than this,” I stuttered, my voice breaking as my body slumped into Thor again. “I’m sorry,” Thor whispered again. We sat in my cell for what felt like an eternity, crying, hurting; Thor kept me pressed to his side the entire time, quite literally holding me together as my heart broke, something I never thought possible. “Get some sleep,” Thor whispered sometime later. “I guess I’ll take it. Working in the castle,” I breathed, a numb feeling settling around me. “I know,” Thor stated. “I’ll be back for you in the morning,” Thor whispered; he pressed a gentle kiss in my hair, surprising me. He squeezed my shoulder one last time before slipping out of my cell, heading back to the surface. I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, feeling like I was trapped underwater, struggling to pull air into my lungs as I drifted to sleep.

///

Loki’s funeral was short and straightforward; his body was missing, so it didn’t really feel like a proper funeral. I could tell Odin didn’t even want to have a funeral, but he couldn’t get away with ignoring Loki’s death. My soul ached as I watched the ceremony, unshed tears catching the flicker of the lanterns nearby. After Loki’s funeral, Thor brought me to a small room in the worker’s wing of the castle. “This is your room. Clothes are in the dresser, and please don’t try to take the bracelets off. Odin will throw you in a cell again if you even try,” Thor sighed, eyeing the metal clasped around both of your wrists. “Actually, I don’t think you can take them off yourself,” Thor mumbled to himself. “Thank you, Thor. You’ve been nicer to me than I deserve,” I sighed, giving him a tight smile. “Probably, but I don’t see the evil in you. Please let me know if you need anything,” Thor said before walking out, closing my door behind him. I changed into a simple maid’s dress, pulling my raven black hair into a tight knot on top of my head before finding the woman I was to report to. Before I could leave my room, a quiet knock pulled me from my thoughts; a small, frail woman entered a few seconds later. “Hello dear, you must be Prince Loki’s beloved,” she smiled warmly at me. “Yes, was,” I dryly stated, everting my eyes. “I’m sorry for your loss, dear; I know how hard it is. My name is Frode, you will report to me for your duties. I can also be a good listener if you need to talk. I lost my husband a few years back,” she gave me a half-smile, reaching for my hand. “Thank you. Where am I to start?” I asked, meeting her kind eyes again. “We are going to set up for dinner tonight,” she pulled me towards the door and into the hall.

***

(Loki’s POV)

Suddenly air filled my lungs; I shot into a sitting position, gasping raggedly, clawing at my chest. As my breathing evened out, I look around the Dark World, seeing a single Asgardian guard searching for something; perfect. The guard had his back to me as he shifted dirt around; I materialized a small dagger as I stepped closer. I slammed the dagger into the guard’s neck, twisting for good measure; the guard slumped forward, dying before he realized what happened. I waved my hand in front of myself, feeling the magic waft over me as I took on the likeness of the guard; I looked down at my arms, admiring my handy work. A smile pulled at my lips as I grabbed the guard’s weapon, calling for Heimdall to bring me home.

***

(Violet’s POV)

1 month later I finally collapsed on my tiny, lumpy bed; my muscles still ached from the sudden increase in activity. Sitting in a cell for months left me feel the effects of the lack of exercise; I groaned as I sprawled out on my bed. “Yeah, death would be better than this,” I grumbled at the ceiling. “I think you’re being dramatic,” Thor’s voice caught me off guard. I lifted my head slightly to see his imposing form leaning against the door to my tiny room, his arms crossed over his chest, golden hair hanging in his face. “Debatable. I went from sitting in a cell to suddenly working all day. My body hates me,” I said with a sigh, pulling myself up to sit against the headboard. “It will get better,” he snickered, stepping farther into my room. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his gaze moving to the floor. “Why are you asking? Thor, you don’t have to act like you care what happens to me. I did a lot of shitty things, just because Loki’s,”- I swallowed around the lump in my throat- “gone, doesn’t mean you have to care for me. I don’t deserve it, and you aren’t responsible for me,” I finished, my face emotionless. “Am I not? My brother loved you. I can see you love him too. But, in the end, he’s dead because of me; the least I can do is look after you. As I said before, you’re not as horrible as you try to make yourself out to be,” Thor had moved to sit on the edge of my bed. “Honestly, I thought we were getting along better too.” “I’m not that bad? I’ve killed more people than I can count, all over the galaxy, because they were in my way. I brutally murdered my father in New York, on top of helping Loki kill all those people in New York. I’ve almost killed your brother more times than I can remember, and I feel nothing. I don’t feel guilty. I don’t care,” I stated plainly. Thor had turned his face to look at me, his eyes locking with mine as I spoke; amazingly, I saw nothing, no fear or disgust. “Am I supposed to be scared? Do you know how many people I’ve killed? It doesn’t mean you’re evil,” Thor said, raising his eyebrow. “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. You did it to protect people. I did it because it’s easier, and I enjoy it,” I smiled slightly, raising my eyebrows. “So do I,” Thor said softly. I couldn’t contain my surprise at Thor’s admission; he looked away from me, but I could see the shame etched on his face at admitting his darkest secret. “Stop beating yourself up and work at being a better person if you want. Pity isn’t very flattering,” Thor said suddenly, quickly standing and heading for the door. “Thor?” I called before he left the room. He turned so I could see the side of his face. “I appreciate you telling me that; I could see it wasn’t easy. Thank you,” I whispered. “I told you we were getting along better,” he laughed dryly. “Get some sleep,” he said, a tight smile on his lips as he pulled the door shut behind him. I fell back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling until sleep engulfed me, a dream pulling me in.

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I sat on a bench in the castle’s garden, sighing at the warmth from the sun spreading over my cheeks. I heard the sound of soft footsteps coming closer; I already knew it would be Loki, but this was different. We didn’t spend time at the castle together, so this couldn’t be a memory; maybe my brain was just making up scenarios now. “Darling?” I heard Loki’s smooth voice to my right. I turned my head to find him; he stood at the end of the path, the sun bathing him in a soft golden glow. “Loki,” I sighed happily. My chest tightened at the sight of him; real or not, seeing him made me feel better. “I miss you,” I whispered, turning away from him. “I miss you too, darling,” his voice was closer this time. “I don’t have anyone to fight with,” I chuckled sharply, keeping my back to him. “Thor is always up for a good argument,” Loki laughed softly as he sat at the end of the bench. I looked up at him finally, locking eyes with him. “I never thought I’d know what heartbreak felt like. You fucking ruined that,” I grunted; Loki’s musical laughter washed over me. “Well, it won’t plague you for much longer,” Loki said, a smile spreading across his lips. “What?” I snapped my head towards him, but he was gone, and I started to shake violently.

“Lady Violet!” someone yelled, shaking me. My eyes shot up, falling on Thor’s face hovering over me, concern swirling in his blue orbs.

“What happened?” I asked; Thor moved aside so I could sit up. “Frode heard you yelling for Loki,” Thor said softly, sadness creased around his features. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I whispered, rubbing my hands over my face. “Do you need anything?” Thor asked, resting a gentle hand above my elbow. “No, not unless you want to put me out of my misery,” I laughed sharply. “Hilarious. Try and sleep again, and if you need anything, you know where my chambers are.” Thor squeezed my arm, smiling softly before leaving my room. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my reeling mind; that dream was so odd. So many things were off, and it was just making my head hurt; I slumped back in bed. After a while, I heard my door slowly open again; I sighed, glancing up to see Thor walking in. “Thor, I’m fine,” I grunted. Thor didn’t answer, so I pushed myself up on an elbow to look at him; he stood away from the door, just staring at me. “Thor, what are you doing?” I asked, my face pulling into a scowl. Thor still didn’t move or say anything, and now it was making me uncomfortable and, honestly, a little scared. “Hello, get the fuck out,” I said this time, hoping he’d leave. But, aside from his sudden silence, something else was weird about Thor, something that kicked up a deep pull in my chest, only making my head spin more. Thor stayed rooted in place, continuing to unsettle me; Thor has spent more time trying to get to know me over the last few weeks, but this new, weird behavior was making me uneasy. “I’m sorry, darling,” he finally said, his eyes falling to the floor. “Thor, don’t call me darling,” I shot back, ready to physically kick him out. What the fuck is wrong with him?? His eyes snapped up, meeting mine again; I gasped at the sudden striking green of Thor’s eyes. Seconds later, a green mist surrounded him, and Loki stood in his place. “Vi,” Loki whispered, his eyes looking into my soul. I almost collapsed at the sudden sight in front of me; I stumbled back, almost falling into my nightstand. “What kind of sick joke is this?” I spat, not believing he was alive. “No trick, darling. I had to make Thor believe I was dead,” he said, taking a step towards me. “No, no, stay away from me,” I stuttered, closing my eyes. This can’t be real, can it? I tried to clear my mind and take a deep breath; if this was some horrible joke my mind was playing, it should be gone. Then, finally, I opened my eyes, and the handsome trickster still stood in the same spot; pain etched on his face as he looked at his feet. “Loki?” I mumbled; his head shot up. “It’s me,” he smiled at me, taking a step forward again. Loki put his hand out towards me tentatively; I stumbled closer, being pulled towards him by some unseen force, until my fingers grazed his. The second I felt his slightly cool skin, I threw myself at him; I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Loki stumbled at the sudden force but quickly recovered, hugging me to his chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt whole instead of feeling like a shell of myself, trudging through the day. We stood like that for a long time; I wasn’t ready to let go, but he slowly pulled away, holding me at arm’s length. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Loki said, his lips pulling into a tight line. I clenched my fist, trying to refrain from hitting him but suddenly changed my mind. My fist connected with his face sending him stumbling a few steps; his hand came to his cheek, where I hit him. “You better be fucking sorry,” I growled, shaking my head. Loki stared at me in shock for a few seconds before a smile spread across his face, and he chuckled, standing up straight again. “Thank the gods you didn’t lose your edge, darling,” Loki snickered, rubbing his jaw. “I could kill you myself. Do you have any idea how bad that hurt!” I harshly whispered at him. “I never gave a shit about anyone after my mother dumped me on my own. I find myself caring about your stupid ass, and then you fake your death. If I weren’t so relieved that you were alive, I really would kill you,” I growled at him, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I will make it up to you. Now, if you’re done yelling at me, can we go?” Loki sighed, rolling his eyes. “Where the fuck are we going?” I grunted. “You’ll see in due time,” Loki mumbled, picking at his nails in boredom. “Well, I can’t do anything with these on.” I raised my arm towards him, showing him the metal band around my wrist. Loki reached out, running his fingers over the smooth metal; with a twitch of his fingers, he snapped the metal, it fell onto my bed. “You can’t break them, but I can,” Loki smirked, looking at me through his dark lashes. He grabbed my other hand, breaking the band with ease before pulling me towards him again. “Now, one more thing before we go,” Loki whispered. Loki pulled me against his chest, his face only a few inches from mine; his lips descended on mine softly. I was taken back by the tender nature of the kiss, but I kissed him back; I didn’t realize how much I truly did miss him. “Let’s go, darling,” Loki whispered against my lips. The air around me changed; Loki blinked us away with ease.

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Loki Odinson’s Guide on How to Woo a Noble

Chapter 2: The Feeling of Friendship

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Now that Loki made a good first impression, you became fast friends. Determined to get a day out of the palace, you and Loki sneak into the nearby village for some fun. Warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff (did I mention fluff?) A/N: Just more young Loki and his crush. There’s references to the first chapter in this, but I realized you could probably read it as a oneshot if you really wanted. Anyway, one more chapter to go in my first attempt at a miniseries. As always, my lovely readers, I hope you enjoy :) Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

About a month after that night in the gardens, Loki once again found himself brooding in a tree. This time, however, it had nothing to do with you. Odin had left earlier that morning for a diplomatic mission to Alfheim, taking only one of his sons with him. Needless to say, it wasn’t Loki. The young god couldn’t fathom his father’s decision to bring Thor and not him when his brother was so reckless and brutish. Deep down, Loki knew it was because the Allfather was grooming his eldest to take the throne, but it wasn’t fair. Loki was still in the running to become king, but he’d never win if he wasn’t given the same opportunities as that oaf.

Loki sighed. He was aware of the fact that it wasn’t Thor’s fault he’d been left behind, but he still felt angry at his brother. After all, it was doubtful he spoke up on Loki’s behalf. With nothing else to do, Loki began to practice the latest spell his mother had taught him. Focusing on the energy in the air, he pictured what he wanted to happen. One deep breath later, he’d successfully produced a ball of light in his hand, a trick that would be useful the next time he was sneaking around in the servant passages. The next part was considerably harder to accomplish as it required much more control, but Loki was determined to feel like he was good at something. Slowly, he produced the desired effect, and the light began to pulse in his hands.

“Hey, Loki! Come down here!” you called, pulling him from his fixation on his spell and causing the light to fade away.

“Hello,” he replied, swinging off the branch he was seated on with impressive agility. “How did you know where to find me?”

“Simple. I just followed the pulsating ball of light. Not to mention you seem to have a thing for sitting in trees.”

You both laughed at that, and he felt a light blush color his cheeks. After the stargazing, Loki assumed that you’d be friendly to him when you passed each other in the halls of the palace, but was pleasantly surprised when it went beyond that. You’d begun to actively seek him out and, sure enough, had found him in a tree quite a few times. He wasn’t exactly sure when that habit started. He just knew that it was one of the best places to avoid people. Luckily, you happened to look up often. Or, perhaps, you were specifically searching for him among the twisted branches. Either way, the fact that you initiated conversations gave Loki the confidence to do the same. Soon, walks in the garden became a weekly occurrence. He was certain no one else knew yet, for if they did, it would surely be the subject of much gossip. Not to say that you were actually courting each other, though. It was merely friendship.

“Fair enough, I suppose. Where are you going?” he inquired, noticing the cloak you wore over suspiciously casual clothing.

“I think the better question is where are we going?”

“Ok, fine. You still haven’t answered the question, though,” he persisted as you started off down the path.

“Into town, obviously. Which reminds me, you’ll be needing this.”

You pulled out another cloak from a satchel that was hidden by the flowing cashmere fabric of your own. You were met with a hesitant look from Loki when you held it out to him.

“Are you sure about this? It seems ill-advised that we go out unaccompanied. Besides, that might clash with my outfit,” he mused, examining the cloak.

“Relax. We’ll be fine,” you reassured him. “Plus, the whole point is that we’ll look inconspicuous. No one will even notice what you’re wearing. Not to mention you look good in anything.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth once the words you’d just said registered in your mind. Though you hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, it was exactly the push Loki needed to agree. Anyway, he never could resist a chance to stir up a little mischief. Walking side-by-side, the two of you made sure to stay quiet as to avoid detection from someone who could stop your plans. Eventually, you reached the wall surrounding the palace, but much to Loki’s confusion, not the part where the gate was.

“You are aware that there is no exit here, correct?” he inquired, though he was certain that you had some trick up your sleeve.

“Haha, very funny. This is where you come into play. Can you magic us out of here?”

Loki frowned for two reasons. For one, he wasn’t confident enough in his ability to get one person to the other side, let alone two. For another, what if that was the only reason you’d invited him to tag along? Not only would that mean you didn’t actually want his company, but he was also positive he’d let you down.

“If that is the only reason you have asked me to come along, I apologize, but I will have to disappoint you. Teleportation is not exactly my strong suit,” he admitted, eyes locked on the ground.

“Loki, gosh, I thought you knew. I seek you out because I like spending time with you. If you’re really not comfortable using your magic, that’s ok,” you consoled him as you stepped closer. “We can figure something else out. I do believe in you, though. All you have to do is get us to the other side of the wall, not into the village or anything like that.”

Loki bit his lip and stole a quick glance at you. He felt ashamed that he’d let his insecurities show to you, of all people. But, ignoring that for a minute, it felt good to hear you say you enjoyed his companionship. And you believed in him and his ability, which was another rare thing. Now, he had practiced teleportation before with some success. Well, that is, if you could count moving two inches as success. The wall before him was, what, nine maybe ten feet? Then he’d have to add an extra foot or two to ensure a safe landing. You were looking at him expectantly, already forming a plan in your mind in case you had to get past the guards.

“I can do it,” Loki decided, shaking out his doubts and squaring his shoulders.

“Perfect!” you squealed in delight. “Ok, let’s do this.”

“Just a couple of things if this is going to work. We need to stand as close to the wall as possible. And well, um, we are going to have to hold hands,” he added sheepishly.

“Oh! I-I mean, yeah. Of course. If that’s uh, a thing that has to happen then, sure. Yeah,” you rambled and looked away as you offered him your hand.

Once you interlocked fingers, Loki grinned at the familiar feeling. It took him right back to that perfect night that had led to this moment. Though he never knew why, Loki had always run on the cold side, so the warmth emanating from your palm was extremely welcome. He offered you a shy smile, which you returned with an encouraging one. He shut his eyes and furrowed his brows. You were careful not to make a noise, understanding the intense concentration he’d need to accomplish this task, something that he appreciated.

Loki started just as his mother had taught him, picturing the place he was trying to get to. He imagined the lush, green grass on the other side of the obstacle keeping you from your destination. Next, he focused on the distance he needed to travel. Once he had a clear image in his mind, the young god took a deep breath and prepared to complete his most impressive feat to date. That is, if he could actually accomplish it. A gentle feeling of wind passed by him, accompanied by the tingling sensation of his magic.

“Loki! You did it,” you cheered, pulling your hand away from his to throw a hug around his shoulders.

He slowly opened his eyes and embraced you, too. Now that he’d succeeded, he allowed himself to acknowledge the fact that, had he messed up, you could both be dead right now. Needless to say, the thought caused him to shake a little. That was soon replaced, though, when he realized that you were still hugging each other. You must have also noticed because you pulled away and nervously shifted your weight from side to side.

“We should probably get going now,” you said, starting to walk in the direction of the village.

Loki nodded and followed you with a dorky grin on his face. He was starting to be thankful that his father left him in Asgard. Unfortunately, remembering that did sour his mood, but he did his best to hide it. After all, he didn’t want to ruin his time with you. He’d almost entirely forgotten about it by the time you reached the houses on the edge of town. The two of you pulled up the hoods of your cloaks and joined the flow of people in the streets. That was when Loki realized he had no idea what exactly you planned on doing here.

“Well, what now?” he whispered to you, eyes shifting from side to side, expecting to be caught any second.

“Now, we shop! And don’t look so nervous, we’ll be fine.”

Eyes shining with excitement, you grabbed Loki by the wrist and pulled him into the busy marketplace. For once in his life, Loki decided to relax and enjoy himself. Besides, it’s not like anyone would be paying attention to him. As far as they knew, he was just another common kid running around. Granted, he might look a little more lost than anyone else milling in the streets. From the way you expertly navigated in the crowd, Loki could tell this was not the first time you’d been here. It wouldn’t surprise him if you also snuck out when your family spent time in your manor, which was even closer to the village than the palace was.

There were many potent perfumes and scented oils at the booths of the market square, filling the air with their heavenly aromas. They were starting to make Loki’s head feel a little foggy by the time you finally paused in front of a stall that sold candles, examining their wares. You were tapping your chin with the most adorable contemplative look on your face. The way the light was glimmering in your eyes completely transfixed Loki for a minute before he regained his senses and pointedly looked away before you could catch him staring. It was then that an item at the next booth over grabbed his attention.

“I will just be over there for a second,” he informed you, pointing at his destination.

“Ok, I’ll be done here in a minute. Don’t get lost without me,” you teased.

After squeezing through the mob of people that separated the two booths, Loki stopped and got the attention of the clerk.

“I would like that bracelet please, my good sir,” he said, gesturing to the one he wanted.

It was a thin gold band that, upon closer inspection, was designed as a snake with its tail in its mouth. A single emerald that served as the eye of the serpent was set in the medal. It was as if it was made for the sole purpose of Loki being able to present it to you. Unfortunately, the salesman did not share the same point of view.

“I’m sure you would, sonny, but how ’bout we find something more in your price range.”

He laughed then and gestured to the brightly colored, obviously cheap jewelry made of beads and string. Loki became indignant at the comment. Not only did this man think he’d be gormless enough to ask for something he couldn’t afford, but he also indicated that Loki had poor taste by suggesting he would like such an ostentatious accessory that was only fit for children and street performers. It took all his energy not to place a hex on him or reveal himself as a prince of Asgard. Instead, he quickly eyed the price tag and then emptied a pouch of gold coins that had enough money and then some.

“Believe me, it is, what was it you said? Oh yes, ‘in my price range.’”

Between the haughty, mocking tone of voice Loki used and the seemingly endless bag of riches, the clerk was left standing with his mouth agape. He eagerly inspected the coins, wanting them to be real but not quite believing it. Satisfied that he wasn’t being duped, and having no good reason to accuse Loki otherwise, the man handed over the bracelet in an ornate box.

“Will that be all, sir?” he asked, still not entirely trusting what just happened.

“Yes. Thank you,” Loki replied, pleased with the new respect in the man’s tone.

Spying you working your way through the throng, he went to meet you halfway. Based on your empty hands, it seemed that you’d decided not to purchase anything after all. On account of how noisy your surroundings were, Loki decided to wait until you’d made your way out of the market to present his gift to you.

“So, what did you get?” you questioned once it was quiet enough.

“Well, it is for you, actually.”

Loki opened the box and showed you the trinket. Now that he’d done it, there was no taking it back, but he suddenly became very self-conscious. Was it even appropriate for him to get you a gift if you were not courting? He was sure that his tutors would disapprove, but it was just hindsight now, and there was simply nothing he could do. The worst part, though, was that you’d yet to say anything. Rather, you were just standing there with a surprised look decorating your features.

“Of course you do not have to accept it if you do not like it,” Loki added somewhat dejectedly. “Or for any other reason, either.”

“Loki,” you breathed out in a soft voice. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.”

The sincerity in your eyes chased away any lingering doubt he still had. Carefully, he picked up the bracelet and slid it onto your outstretched wrist. It was a perfect fit, and Loki’s skin tingled with magnetic energy from where it brushed yours. For a minute, neither of you said anything and instead just got lost in the other’s eyes. And then you were interrupted by a growl from your stomach.

“I, um, I guess I’m hungry. You?” you stammered, sheepishly fidgeting.

“Absolutely famished,” he replied, hoping to alleviate some of your embarrassment. “Well, I suppose we should be heading back to the palace then.”

“Are you kidding me? The best food is right here in town! Come on, I’ll show you.”

With that, you were once again bobbing and weaving through the crowds. Finally, you came to a cart emitting a delicious scent. After a short wait on line, you ordered some laufabrauð and urrädla for you and Loki to share. The crispy, fried dough treats were light and delightful on the tongue. Loki hummed in joy at the pleasurable taste.

“See, what did I tell you?”

“Well, it is delicious, I’ll give you that. But better than what is served at the palace? I think you are crazy,” he said with a friendly laugh.

“Maybe. But you like crazy, don’t you, God of Mischief?” you teased right back.

Loki once again found himself blushing. He hoped you did not know too well just how right you were. At least, when it was applied to you. The clever remark Loki was preparing died on his tongue as he noticed a pair of royal guards approaching where you stood. You looked over your shoulder, following his gaze, and saw them, too.

“It’s probably fine,” you said. “They’re just walking in this general direction, right?”

“Perhaps,” he responded, though something about their urgent gait did not sit right with him.

The Einherjar were doing their best to avoid looking at the pair of young nobles but kept glancing at you to make sure you hadn’t bolted. Unfortunately for them, you both noticed, and with a small nod to each other, you took off, trying to lose them in the crowds. Though Loki had received training for battle, even his nimble feet couldn’t keep up with yours, experienced in traveling the busy streets. When you noticed he was falling behind, you seized his hand without thinking about it. Sadly, it did more harm than good because Loki couldn’t focus on his footing when your fingers were interlocked with his.

Finally, you found a stack of boxes to hide behind. You dove down, pulling Loki behind you. Thinking you’d lost the guards, you both dared to peek out to make sure. After identifying their retreating forms, you and Loki descended into a fit of giggles. Unfortunately, you were too busy laughing to notice the figure approaching you.

“What are you two doing away from the palace? Running around unsupervised, no less.”

Your chuckles came to an abrupt stop. Looking up, you saw Heimdall standing over you, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Loki was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question, and that he’d be in deep trouble even if it wasn’t. You shot him a concerned look to which he responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh, wow. You’re right. This isn’t the palace,” you ventured, playing dumb. “Did you notice, Loki?”

“I had absolutely no idea! How confounding, don’t you agree?”

You nodded along, saying, “Indeed. Well, I suppose we should be heading back, now. Thank you, Heimdall, for alerting us.”

You and Loki started heading back in the direction of the palace, though neither of you actually had the intention of returning yet. You’d already started quietly giggling between yourselves, but it was cut off by a loud, exasperated sigh from the all-seeing god.

“It is no problem at all. Since we are all returning to the palace, we can walk together.”

You and Loki had no choice but to agree, and so you sullenly started your walk back, for real this time. The young prince was beginning to be annoyed by having his time with you cut short. It happened far too often, in his opinion. When he risked a glance at you, though, you were smiling.

“Don’t look so upset,” you whispered, elbowing him in the side. “I still had a good time.”

“Me too. And,” he whispered back, lowering his voice even further, “I rather think that we will have to do this again.”

You nodded, eyes lighting up in excitement. It made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. The whispering continued all the way back to the palace. Once you’d reentered the gates, Lupus came running up to you.

“Hi boy!” you greeted the wolf pup, bending down to pet him. “Did you miss me?”

Loki bent down to pat your pet on the head, which was met with a lick on his face. He sputtered as Lupus’s tongue caught him right on the mouth, earning a laugh from you. It was then that your mother’s maid came rushing up to you.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “Your parents are looking for you. Come along now, best not to keep them waiting.”

She grabbed you by the arm to whisk you away, and you helplessly waved goodbye to Loki, Lupus running behind you. He waved back and stared wistfully off into the direction of your abrupt exit. The light caught the golden bracelet hugging your wrist, and he couldn’t help but break out into a huge grin. Heimdall, who was not about to let Loki off the hook so easily after his little escapade, cleared his throat, bringing the young god back to reality.

“Alright, fine. I apologize,” Loki conceded, though it was quite hard for him. Then a bit more nervously, he added, “You will not tell my father, will you?”

“You know I am required to report any significant events to your father,” he said. “Though, since this is only a minor infraction, I am willing to turn a blind eye, as it were.”

“Thank you,” Loki said as Heimdall turned to leave. He made a mental note to work on ways to avoid Heimdall’s all-seeing gaze in the future. “I truly appreciate it.”

“You are welcome, my prince. Oh, and one more thing,” he said, turning back around, “they really do enjoy your company.”

He bid a stunned Loki goodbye and was on his way once more. Naturally, you’d expressed that you liked spending time with Loki, but he never could fully rid himself of doubt. Heimdall was certainly telling the truth, though, instilling Loki with a newfound confidence. He swaggered into the palace, completely certain that when he told you how he felt, whenever that may be, you would feel the same way, too.

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Destiny Has Other Plans | Loki x OFC (Alexis Randall) | Chapter 1

Pairing: Loki x OFC

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Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him. He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim. An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond. Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love. Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life. A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them. Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

This Chapter: Loki’s plans to grab the throne have gone horribly awry. Having been defeated by the Avengers, Loki must now pay for his actions on Midgard. Rather being throwing in the dungeon to rot, he is sent to live in Avengers Tower and repay his debt to the citizens of New York. One year later, he is adjusting to life on Earth. The only things missing would be a love match. But Loki’s heart is closed to the prospect of falling in love again, much less with a mortal, preferring a string of one night stands and casual sex to a relationship. A chance meeting with Alexis Randall in a dive bar seems like a perfect opportunity to continue his streak.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex

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Loki’s chains clinked along the stone floor of the Asgard throne room. This is not how he imagined his grand entrance as the new ruler of Asgard, Midgard and the rest of the Nine Realms. Nothing had gone as he imagined, hence the chains.

Odin stared foreboding down at Loki and Thor, who stood by his brother’s side. Frigga was off to the side, her eyes pleading with Loki.

“Hello, Mother. Have I made you proud?”

“Loki, please let your brother speak.” Frigga told her son. “Don’t make things worse.”

“Define ‘worse’.”

“Enough!” Odin voice echoed. “Explain yourself, Loki.”

Loki stepped forward, clicking his heels together before chuckling.

“I really don’t see what all the fuss is about.” Loki commented, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes?” Odin countered. Thor’s eyes darted between the two of them. “Wherever you go there is war, ruin, and death.”

“I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.”

“We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.”

“Give or take 5,000 years.”

“All this because Loki desires a throne.” Odin mused.

“It is my birthright.” Loki grew weary of his father’s games.

“Your birthright,” Odin spat. “was to die. As a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me.”

Loki stepped forward, chin lifted. “If I am for the axe, then for mercy’s sake, just swing it.It’s not that I don’t love our little talks, it’s just... I don’t love them.” Loki’s eyes begged for the conversation to end.

“It is only because of Frigga and Thor, you are still alive. I had intended for you to spend the rest of your days in the dungeon, but Thor…” Odin gestured to the tall blond god who stepped forward. “… has convinced me otherwise.”

Loki’s head snapped to glare at his brother.

“And what decision have you made for me? Once again?” Loki hissed.

Odin bit his tongue. “You live on Midgard, with those who defeated you.”

Thor piped in. “The Avengers.”

“And you will make amends for your crimes.”

“If it’s all the same, I would prefer the dungeon.”

“Which is why you will go to Midgard. Thor will be responsible for you.”

Loki rolled his eyes as Thor clapped his hand hard on Loki’s shoulder. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider? I am certain over time, I could learn to hate the dungeon as much as I despise you.”

Odin said nothing and waved his hand at the guards holding Loki and they lead him out of the room. Thor remained behind.

“If anything goes wrong, I am holding you accountable, Thor.” Odin snapped. He didn’t enjoy the idea of Loki being so far away but Thor assured him it would teach Loki some humility.

“Yes, Father.” Thor left to make the arrangements for their return to Midgard.

Tony met Thor and Loki at the entrance of the new rebuilt Avengers Tower, wearing a scowl.

“I don’t like this, Point Break. Don’t like this one bit. What is going to stop him from trying to kill us all again?”

Thor shoved Loki hard. “I promise I won’t kill you. Please let me stay. I promise to be good.” Loki responded with a flat affect.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Real believable, Reindeer Games. Appreciate the effort. Fortunately for you, I’ve made some upgrades to living quarters. Here.” Tony shoved a slim bracelet at Thor, who snapped it around Loki’s wrist, only then releasing him from his cuffs. Loki twisted her hands, stretching.

“Aww, Tony.” Loki smirked. “I didn’t know you cared enough to give me jewelry.”

“I don’t.” Tony smirked back. “It’s a tracking device and if you remove it with anything other than the key. Well let’s just say you will wish you were in the dungeons.”

“I already do.” Loki sighed. “Now if you don’t mind, please show me to my cell.”

Tony laughed. “Oh you are not a prisoner. You are working off your debt, buddy. Thor take him upstairs.”

Loki was silent until the elevator doors closed. “What did he mean, I would be working off my debt?”

“Another condition of you coming here was that you work to not only help rebuild the city but to help the Avengers when needed.”

Loki wrinkled his nose. “Like going on missions and what not?”

“Not until we can trust you.”

“We?” Loki raised his eyebrows. “You always were the joiner weren’t you?”

“There is nothing wrong with having real relationships, Loki. You should try it sometime.”

“I did, only to have Odin destroy whatever shred of happiness I had or ever will have.”

The elevator doors opened. Thor nodded.

“Odin told me about Lady Sigrun. I am sorry it did not work out.”

Loki’s nostrils flared. “It was working out fine until Odin decided that my future for me while I was still in diapers.”

The elevator doors opened, revealing a common area with couches and a TV. Around the corner, a full equipped kitchen.

“Sometimes destiny has other plans for us, Brother.”

Thor guided Loki down a hallway to a nondescript door, unlocking it with a keycard. Inside was a sparsely furnished apartment, little more than a couch, table and chairs. Loki spied a bed in the bedroom with a closet and dresser and a bathroom behind that.

“Destiny is a cruel mistress, Brother.” Loki flopped onto the bed, tugging off his boots. “The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be.”

Thor shook his head at his brother. “Stark says to ask JARVIS to order anything you may need for the apartment. You can wander the floor and to the lobby freely. We will expand access as you earn it.”

“And he said I wasn’t a prisoner. It is a prison of a different sort.”

Thor gripped Loki’s shoulder, shaking him hard. “Try and make the best of things, Loki.”

“How do you suggest I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, find a hobby, make some friends, fall in love.”

“Love.” Loki scoffed. “Why bother? To fall in love with mortal to watch them wither and die? I would rather not. But your sentiment is touching.”

“I do not know what has soured you so, Brother. I only hope you meet someone that makes you realize love is worth the trouble.”

Loki flashed a smug smile. “Not likely. Now leave me.”

Thor rose, squeezing Loki’s shoulder, leaving the keycard on the nightstand. “I’ll meet you in the morning. And I am just down the hall, if you need anything.”

Loki shooed him away. Once the door shut, Loki groaned and laid back on the bed.

One Year Later

Loki sipped his large caramel mocha coffee and smiled. Of all the wonderful treats created by the kitchens of the palace, nothing compared to designer coffee of Midgard. A small pleasure he granted himself each morning on his walk. Today he also purchased a chocolate chip scone which he devoured before reaching the Tower and a small regular coffee for Thor.

The pedestrians no longer swerved or sneered as he walked by. Even the barista took to smiling at him when he came in to order. He hated to admit Thor may have been right about making the best of his time here on Earth.

There was a spring in his step as he entered Avengers Tower, waving at the security guard on his way to the elevators. Once he reached upstairs, Loki knocked on Thor’s door. Thor opened the door with a groan and Loki shoved the coffee into his hand.

“De-briefing in twenty minutes. I suggest you get dressed.” Loki commented.

“I liked you better when you were brooding.” Thor grumbled, walking away, but leaving the door open for Loki.

Loki finished his coffee, discarding the cup. “You were the one to make the best of things. I am merely following your advice.”

Thor downed the coffee in one gulp, emitting a large burp. Loki wrinkled his nose. Thor smiled back at his brother.

“I also suggested you find a nice woman and fall in love. Still sticking with one night stands?” Thor grabbed a mug from the small kitchenette in his quarters and poured himself another cup.

“My love life is no concern of yours.”

“One night stands it is.” Thor smirked and disappeared only to return a few minutes later dressed for the day in jeans and a hoodie. A stark contrast to Loki’s grey dress pants and matching button-down shirt. “Ready?”

“Lead the way.”

The two Asgardians made their way to the 20th floor, where most of the Avengers operations were housed. Loki was given free range of the Tower’s facilities three months ago except for the ARC reactor, Bruce’s lab, and Tony’s private workshop. The bracelet, however, remained in place.

“Glad you could grace us with your presence this morning.” Tony joked. “Take a seat. Donuts and coffee are for closers.”

Loki beelined to the pastries, selecting a chocolate glazed donut. Steve blinked at him.

“How can you eat so many sweets and never gain weight?” Natasha questioned.

“A god-like metabolism.” Loki countered, shoving a quarter of it in his mouth.

Tony tried to snatch the donut away, but Loki was too quick.

“Hey!”

“I said donuts are for closers.” Tony lunged for the donut again.

“Who defused the bomb?”

“Temporarily. You nearly kill the Cap.”

Loki glanced over his shoulder where Steve was scowling, arms crossed. He smiled back at Tony.

“And yet he lives, despite my best efforts. Now if you will excuse me, you’re delaying the de-brief.”

Loki grabbed a chair and squeezed between Steve and Bruce, despite there being no room. Loki made a show of finishing his donut. Tony rolled his eyes and started the de-briefing, only talking to Loki with absolutely necessary.

“And so for future reference, we confirm we deactivated a bomb before batting it around like a beach ball.”

Everyone stared at Loki, who gave a thumbs up. His mouth filled with his second donut of the day. Tony ended the meeting and the group scattered to handle other assignments. Loki was due in Bruce’s lab later that afternoon to help with a Chitauri artifact.

“Loki!” Steve jogged to catch up with him. “Some of the team are getting together tonight for drinks at Tilted Gimlet. Would you like to join us?”

Loki rocked back on his heels, contemplating the offer. He technically didn’t have plans for the night. But when he drank, Loki alone. He preferred to not have an audience.

“Another time? I am indisposed this evening.”

“Oh a date?!” Steve’s eyes widened. Loki nodded, not bothering to correct him. “Way to go, man. She’s a lucky girl.” Steve’s brow furrowed. “Or boy. Your brother mentioned something. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Now if you excuse, Master Banner is waiting for me.”

Steve nodded and hurried away, Loki imagined in fear of insulting him again. Loki wasn’t insulted, but the Cap didn’t need to know that.

The rest of the work day dragged as Bruce poked and prodded the artifact. Loki sat down on a stool, being less than helpful. Bruce shooed him away an hour earlier, complaining Loki was in the way.

Loki returned to his quarters and showered. He replaced his dress pants with black jeans and knit polo. A bit casual from his general attire but a dress shirt would stick out like a sore thumb in the dive bars he frequented. He ate dinner in his apartment, avoiding his brother and the rest of the Avengers. Around 8 p.m., Loki slinked out via the service elevator and headed to his favorite watering hole, The Whiskey Front Room.

Alexis was nursing her third Manhattan at the bar. She thought she was all cried out when Eric sent the text breaking up with her earlier that day. She cancelled the rest of her appointments and sobbed at her desk. Alcohol was solution, that is plain science.

“I would peg you as a Cosmopolitan kind of woman.” A smooth voice purred into her ear.

She turned and squinted in the smoky haze of the bar to find the source of the voice. Standing beside her was a tall man wearing black jeans and polo hugging his lean form. His hair was long and dark, hanging loosely around his shoulders, while his piercing green eyes undressed her. Alexis had a nagging thought she knew the man, but the tendril of a thought blew away before it came to fruition.

“And I would have pegged you as a gentleman, so we are both wrong.” She turned back to down the rest of the drink.

The man sat down in the empty stool beside her. “Give me a chance. Name’s Loki.” He extended his hand. Alexis shook it.

“Alexis.” She tucked her chin length brown hair behind her ear.

“So whatever particular sorrow are we drowning today?” Loki ordered a whiskey neat.

“Breakup. By text.”

Loki winced. “And you say I’m not a gentleman.” He downed his whiskey and ordered another. You finished up your own drink.

“I don’t want to trouble with my relationship issues.” Alexis stood too quickly and wobbled a bit on her feet. Loki wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her. Alexis shrugged him off. “I’m fine!” She smoothed down her top. “I’m just heading to the restroom.”

Loki pressed his hand to his chest. “Allow me to escort.” Alexis raised an eyebrow at him. “To help with reputation as a gentleman.” Loki flashed a killer smile and Alexis’s knees buckled, this time not due to alcohol.

“Fine.” She suddenly wanted Loki’s arm around her again. As if he read her mind, his arm wound around her.

“Lead the way.”

Loki did not plan on ending up in the ladies’ room of the Whiskey Front Room. Once Alexis and him made their way to back of the bar, he planned on waiting outside to take her back to the bar or even walk her to her car.

Alexis had other ideas as she grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him into the bathrom. She continued to pull him into an empty stall, latching the door.

“You seem like a perfect rebound guy.” Her hands ran up and down Loki’s torso. His muscles twitched under her touch. “Tall, dark, polite, hot as fuck.”

Loki blushed. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage.” Alexis palmed his crotch.

“Little Loki would disagree.” she giggled, squeezing him through his jeans.

Loki’s eyes snapped to stare at her. “Don’t start things you have no intention of finishing.” he growled, pushing her against the stall.

“I always finish. Usually first.” Alexis grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a rough kiss. Loki bit her lower lip and she gasped, allowing Loki to explore her mouth with his tongue. Her hands trailed down his Loki body to tug at the fly of his jeans. Loki followed suit with her jeans.

His cock sprung free as Alexis shoved his pants just past his ass. Loki moved to suck along her neck, his lips left a trail of purple marks. She didn’t care.

“Well, that is certainly a surprise.” She pumped his cock a few times.

“I’ve never had complaints. Turn around.” Loki guided her around.

Her hands pressed against the cool metal wall as she bent at the waist, wiggling her ass. Loki smirked as he pulled her jeans down around her knees and smack her ass hard with his hand.

“Ow!” Alexis called out.

Loki pressed his torso against her back, warmth radiating through the fabric. “Can you keep quiet or do I have to gag you?” He rubbed his cock along her ass.

“I can keep quiet. Please fuck me, Loki.” she begged, bucking back against him.

He playfully slapped her ass again, and rubbed his hand along her smooth skin.

“Such a eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes… please…” she continued begged.

Loki impaled himself inside of Alexis’s pussy, warm and wet.

“So wet, pet. Aren’t you a treat?” He gripped her hips and thrusted into her rough and fast. The time of niceties long gone as he stared at the dingy bathroom tile. Alexis did her best to muffle her moans, biting her lip hard enough to almost draw blood. She locked her arms to push against Loki’s cock. The walls of the stall shaking with each snap of Loki’s hips.

Alexis’s walls fluttered around Loki’s cock. “Loki. I’m… cum…” Her words cut off as Loki pressed his thumb against her clit and she screamed while she came.

Loki realized he should pull out, come on the floor, the stickiness would not be noticed. But Alexis’s pussy clenched him so tight, so perfectly that two thrusts later, he spilled inside her. She slumped against the wall, leaning on her arms. He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.

With a tender touch, Loki turned Alexis to face him. His lips softly kiss hers. He helped her dress, pulling her jeans back up and smoothed her head back away from her face. One of his hand slipped between them as he continued to kiss her, until it lighted on her lower abdomen. A green light glowed as he cast a spell, the same one he did every time passion overtook him. No need for the messy entanglement of a pregnancy.

Loki parted to share into Alexis’s blue eyes. “Your boyfriend was a fool to leave you.”

“I’m always unlucky in love.” she murmured, still coming down from the euphoria of great sex.

He kissed her one more time before slinking out of the bathroom. Alexis took a minute to collect herself before heading out into the bar proper. Loki nowhere in sight.

She hustled out to the street but nothing besides the night sounds of New York.

“Another rejection, what else is new?” She turned and headed home, hoping she wouldn’t regret tonight come morning.

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dolce-peach · 4 years

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the hero’s return

anonymous said: Hey I was wondering if you would do a Loki request where Loki meets a son or daughter he never knew he had before?

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pairing: loki x reader

warnings: sprinkle of angst (?), fluff

a/n: tbh i kinda shed a tear a bit thinking about the implications of this request. i hope you guys like it!

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The sunlight was warm, making the dew on the tall grass of New Asgard shimmer. Peace lay in the breeze that blew in from across the Norwegian Sea and made you hopelessly daydream.

All your life, you were praying for this moment, and you definitely paid the price to get there. All those years of pain, friendship, and loss for Asgard were worth it. If you had the chance, you’d do it all again.

Laughter made you turn to see your son racing towards you, a huge smile on his face.

Had it really been that long since you had him? You never really noticed how much he grew, but everyday he began to look more and more like his father.

“Mother!” he giggled as you embraced him.

You ruffled his dark hair. “Frey.”

“I was helping King Brunnhilde bring in today’s catch, and I managed to lift a crate all by myself!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“My strong boy,” you cooed as you pulled him close, tickling him until his cheeks were rosy. “Let’s go get something to eat. You must be starving.”

Frey nodded. “King Brunnhilde had me bring you some fish.”

“Sounds delicious,” you said, getting up off your stone seat. “Maybe I can get started cooking while you go invite her for dinner.”

His eyes sparkled like tiny galaxies. “Really?”

“Of course!” you said. “It’s been a while since she’s been over. It’ll be nice to have company.”

You’ve been avoiding Brunnhilde for a while, but she never stopped her kind gestures. Maybe it was in your head, but every time she looked at you, you swore you saw a look of pity and sadness. Your lives changed when you lost Loki, and then later Thor when the madness was over.

You only had each other, as fellow Valkyries and as strong women in mourning and building up your kingdom back to what it was.

Frey has been the only reason for living. Somehow he was able to take all the sadness in your recent years and make it into something beautiful.

You always felt awful because you gave birth to him in a time when mothering seemed absolutely impossible. You weren’t always there for him when he needed you, but somehow he was able to make it, thanks to the rest of New Asgard.

When you were done preparing the food, Frey still hadn’t come back yet, so you decided to sit by the window and watch the sun set over the horizon.

You would never get sick of the view and its vivid colors. It reminded you of the Bifrost back on Asgard, but even more magnificent, almost like a painter took a brush and caressed the sky.

“Oh, Loki,” you murmured. “If only you could see this.”

“I can.”

You turned to see him standing at the door. He was dressed in his usual all black, and half of his dark hair was pulled back in a soft bun. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in years, but somehow when he looked at you rising from your chair, it granted him relief.

“Loki?” you whispered.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said with a sad smile.

You walked over, thinking you were sure you were hallucinating. When you touched his cheek and felt his skin on your fingertips, you staggered back.

Your knees felt weak, and your head was spinning. “What...? How...?”

He took your hands gently, helping you regain your balance. “It’s complicated, but...” He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”

“I thought you were dead!” you exclaimed before hugging him fiercely. “Why did you leave me?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, his lips brushing over your neck. “I’m so sorry.”

You pulled back, tears streaming down your cheeks. “How did you find me?”

He smiled. “I’ll always be able to find you,” he said, wiping your tears away.

You hugged him again, taking in his familiar touch.

Happiness wasn’t enough to describe what you were feeling. Your head still spun with confusion and some accents of anger. All you knew is that you could probably fly.

“Mother?”

You broke away from Loki and saw Frey at the door, Brunnhilde behind him.

Confusion was prominent in Frey’s expression, causing you to panic.

“Oh, look, it’s Lackey,” Brunnhilde said, diffusing some of the tension.

Loki rolled his eyes. “I see you’re charming as ever.” He narrowed his eyes at Frey. “What is he, King? Your pageboy?”

“Pageboy?” Frey echoed, confused.

“Frey, darling, come here,” you said, and your son ran to you, hiding slightly behind you. You took a deep breath before meeting Loki’s troubled, calculating eyes.

“Loki --”

He nodded. “I know you probably lost hope and found someone else,” he said. “I understand completely, Y/N, and I’m happy for you.”

You frowned. “Loki, please --”

“I must’ve been kidding myself thinking you’d wait --”

“Loki!”

Silence spread throughout your tiny cottage.

“Don’t you see his eyes?” you asked quietly. “Don’t you see his lovely black hair and contagious smile?” You paused. “Don’t you recognize his name?”

Loki was at a loss for words. You could see he was trying to formulate a proper response, but you were sure he wasn’t quite expecting this.

You squeezed Frey’s small hand as you knelt down and touched his cheek. “Frey.”

“Yes, Mother?”

You smiled. “Go and greet your father.”

Frey’s eyes sparkled as he ran over and latched himself onto Loki’s leg. “So you’re Asgard’s savior!”

Loki blinked. “Um...”

“You saved the kingdom from Uncle Thor’s sister! You woke up the gigantic fire monster!” Frey said excitedly. “You brought the ship from Sakaar and rescued everyone!”

The god of mischief covered his mouth, his eyes wet with tears. “You...think I’m a hero?”

Frey nodded. “Of course! Mother tells me stories of you all the time!”

“But I’m nothing but a monster,” Loki said, looking at you. “Why --?”

“Stop insisting you’re something that you’re not,” you laughed. “I thought he should know who his father really was.”

“Y/N...” Loki breathed.

You answered by walking over and placing a quick kiss on his shocked lips. “Well, let’s have some food before it gets cold.”

The four of you sat at the table, passing food and water around until everyone was satisfied. You could feel pieces of your broken heart melding back together as you watched Loki listen with complete fascination to Frey and his stories.

“Sometimes King Brunnhilde takes me out on the boat and the waves are really tall!” Frey said while attacking his fish. “Some of the other kids get sick or scared, but not me!”

Brunnhilde chuckled. “Yes, you’re brave, little one.”

Loki grinned. “Would you be willing to show me sometime, Frey?”

“Of course, Father! Can I, Mother?”

Loki felt your fond gaze on him and smiled.

You smiled back.

“Of course.”

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shelikesloki · 4 years

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Getting To Know You | Part 2 - (Loki x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Maybe you're too curious for your own good, too gullible. Maybe you should have listened to your dad when he told you not to talk to Thor's brother. But maybe he really wasn't the monster everyone thought he was.

Notes: I did make it in time like I promised after all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. We’ll see even more of Loki as we go along :)

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[ Prequel ] - [ Part 1 ]

It was impossibly hard for you to fall asleep that night, you had tossed and turned. Sometimes you imagined that you could see Loki's cold eyes in the darkness of your bedroom. You constantly had to turn on the flashlight on your phone, to be sure that you were in fact alone.

But after a few hours, your eyelids repeatedly closed on their own accord and you finally got to sleep a little. Your body was just too tired from your workout to keep up with you and your paranoia.

Your mind cooked up a really strange dream for you though, you just couldn’t escape Loki.

You were on a beautiful, seemingly endless field, but you were also surrounded by green mist. You started looking around, exploring your environment. A black cat appeared out of the blue, its presence was somehow invidious. It almost seemed as if the black cat could see your mind. You unwillingly moved closer, the green mist in your immediate surroundings started to dissolve. That’s when you first saw the cat’s eyes clearly. You knew these eyes, these glintingly cold eyes.

You shot up straight in bed, you were breathing heavily, disorientedly looking around the room, your heart was beating frantically and your pajamas were glued to your skin with sweat. After you calmed down for a second you turned your head towards your door, someone had been knocking on it.

You raspingly yelled for them to come in and cleared your throat right after.

“Good morning princess! How’d you sleep?” Your Dad walked into your room and started opening the blinds. You could tell he was in a sour mood, but he was really trying to conceal it. He gave you a forced smile, awaiting your answer. You gulped, licking your lips and avoiding his eyes. “Good, I’m very well rested.” You lied while getting out of bed. He nodded, satisfied with your answer. “I’ll be on a mission today, Bruce will stay here with you and Morgan though. Please take care of your sister and make lunch for Bruce too, please. I’ll probably be back after midnight, so you’ll have to tuck Morgan in. Call me if you need anything else, but just for emergencies okay?”He said, patting your shoulder. You sent him off with a nod and checked your phone, Saturday 7:19 am, way too early to be up on a weekend. But even if you were really tired from your short and restless night, you were glad you didn’t have to stay in your nightmare.

After a refreshing shower, you simply slipped on a pair of very comfortable sweatpants and a tank top. By the time you got to the living room, everyone was already gone for the mission. Morgan was sitting on a countertop in the kitchen, a peanut butter toast in her little hands. She was still in her PJs and her hair was a mess. She gifted you a tired smile, her mouth was still full when she wished you a good morning. Bruce was leaning on the fridge next to Morgan. He was probably the one who had made breakfast. ”Morning sleepyhead! Do you want some breakfast?” He asked you cheerfully.

After you all ate, Peter came over to study with you. You didn’t hold out for too long though, so you kept Morgan company and played with Legos with her. But in the afternoon you retreated to your room. You were both sitting on opposite ends of your couch and after a while, you finally broke the silence. “Peter? I need to ask you a favor and I need you to say yes right now.” He gave you a very confused look, you two normally weren’t this serious.

“What is it?” He suspiciously asked. “No, I really need you to agree to it before I tell you.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll do it! But I better don’t die for this Y/N, because I just got this update on my suit and I didn’t even properly try it out yet.” Peter stated nervously.

“It’s not that bad! You probably won’t die. But I need your help! You said, picking up a piece of paper and a pen. You wrote ‘Hack into Friday’s system, I want to visit Loki without my dad finding out.’

You knew if you had said that out loud, Friday would have instantly informed your dad.

Peter took the note from you, his jaw opening in shock when he read it.

It took about an hour to convince Peter to help you and astonishingly only half an hour for him to grant your wishes.

“You’re a wizard, seriously! So you programmed it to ignore me being there and you granted me access.” You were beyond impressed by his skills.

“Yeah, but please be careful… Mr. Stark says Loki’s a bad guy.” Peter told you with concern. “I will be, don’t worry, and please stop calling him ‘Mr. Stark’ we’ve been over this before.”You tried to console him.

After Peter left and Morgan was asleep you made your way down to the floor where Loki was. You didn’t know what to expect at all, but you knew you had to do this, it was the only way to stop thinking about him. You were jittery beyond compare, you were even shaking, but you didn’t really know how you felt. Frightened? Nervous? Intimidated? Maybe even a little excited? You had no idea, but you knew you were too curious to let all this go.

The elevator finally opened its doors, you’ve never been to this floor. It’s where all the servers, generators, and all that technical stuff was and apparently also a little prison for an Asgardian prince.

Your steps were quiet and unsteady but you didn’t back down. You felt a little lost for a second, but then you came across a massive door with a fingerprint security system. You were a little uncertain if you really did have access, but the doors opened without a problem.

You immediately caught a glimpse of the God, he was sitting on the floor opposite you, behind prison bars. His appearance hasn’t changed from the day before. But his eyes seemed different, they were still cold, but they also appeared a little tired. His eyes were already on you when you entered, as if he had seen you way before you had opened the door. Your breath caught in your throat, just like it did the first time you saw him. You awkwardly stood there for a long while, staring at him, while he did the same. His gaze didn’t waver, not even for a second. You were mesmerized by him, it was like a trance.

After a while you were finally able to move again, you got a little closer to him, not too close, then you also sat down on the cold floor. You awkwardly cleared your throat. You didn’t know what to say, your thoughts were racing. “Your brother told me about you.” You finally said, gently, almost inaudible, you didn’t know why you said it, it just came out. For a quick second his gaze wavered and it was like he rolled his eyes when he heard you mention his brother.

With even less confidence you continued “He told me some stories of your childhood. Like… The one with the snake… I thought that that was really funny. But I know what you did in New York and stuff and my dad thinks you’re a bad guy. But Thor is still defending you and I trust Thor. That’s why I didn’t know what to think so I wanted to ask you personally. Why did you do it?” You blabbered frustratedly. But he still didn’t lose a word, his eyes fixed on you with no intention to answer your questions. You could tell he heard you though, he seemed amused by your frustration.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, studying you furtherly.

You quietly sighed, giving up, you stood up, looking at him once more, then you left.

You would just have to come back until he talks, but you didn’t have the time to crack his thick shell today, your dad was coming home soon.

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Root of Evil

Summary: Months after the incident Steve and the others are back at the Avengers’ tower. Under prohibition they can ‘save the world’ again. Seeing you with Tony makes Steve furious…

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Dr. Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner

Warnings: angst, possessive Steve/slightly OOC Steve, talking about mind manipulation, guilt, comforting, fluff,

This is the 3rd and last sequel to: Hard lesson to learn and Only Mine

The next day’s Steve won’t leave your side. He doesn’t touch you, not in a sexual way but he seems to cling to you. Afraid to lose you he snuggles into your side or brings you onto his lap.

“I can’t lose you, can’t let anyone get close to you,” Steve whispers in the conference room as Tony looks at the scene with worried eyes.

“Care to explain?” Tony asks looking at you in Steve’s arms. “I told you to stay away from her and now you are holding her tightly. Did you use force, Rogers?” Tony is clenching his jaw and you know if you tell him about the pollen and what happened that night he will attack Steve.

“No…” You whisper as your body starts trembling. “She’s mine, Stark. You can’t have her. Y/N loves me, and I love her.” Steve’s voice goes lower now, a warning hidden behind a smile.

Tony’s eyes meet yours and he can see the fear mixed with helplessness in your Y/E/C orbs. You don’t want to let Steve down, but you are afraid of him at the same time.

“Steve, can we have a word?” Natasha asks as Steve tightens the grip on you, not wanting to let you go. “Steven Grant Rogers let Y/N go and follow us,” Loki says and Steve looks at the Asgardian, lessening the hold on you.

Slowly sliding off Steve’s lap you look at Loki who seems to search Steve’s face. “I think this little witch over there should check Captain America. Something seems to be off with him. I can’t fathom the problem, but I feel a dark aura surrounding the golden boy.”

“Dark Aura, brother?” Thor rumbles as Wanda carefully touches Steve’s forehead. “Steve, relax. Show me what happened…” Wanda whispers as she uses her powers. She starts shaking, gasps escape her lips and Loki needs to steady her shaking body before she falls to the ground, exhausted.

“Something is wrong inside of Steve. There is something inside of him…something dark trying to suppress the ‘real’ Steve.” Wanda whispers as she looks up at you. “The real Steve is sorry…”

Everything turns black for Wanda as Steve’s eyes focus back on you. His hands ball into fists as he storms toward Tony who tries to bring you out of the room. Steve grabs Tony’s shoulder, dragging him away from you.

Tears slip down your cheeks when Steve raises his fist to hit Tony, but you get between both men, shaking your head. “Please, Steve, stop this insanity. Whatever it is you are hiding or what is tormenting you, let us help you. I still love you…” Pleading you move your hand to his heart, shaking your head.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is he wants you…he gets you.” Steve groans as the pain in his head gets worse and the ‘other’ Steve tries to take control again.

“Steve? Steve…” His eyes darken and the grin on his face tells you he’s is not Captain America.

“Hello, Darling. I was waiting to get hold of you for so long. Stevie fought against me so hard but little redhead over there distracted him long enough.” Steve wants to get hold of you but Bucks storms into the room, vibranium handcuffs in his hands he looks at Thor and Tony so both men grab Steve’s wrist to hold him in place as Bucky handcuffs his friend.

“I don’t know what’s wrong punk, but you will never hurt Y/N again. Tony, call Bruce. I’m afraid something happened during a mission around six months ago. I lost contact with Steve for two days and when he returned, he was different. Like something inside of him got wiped out…” Bucky explains.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Natasha yells as Steve tries to break out of the handcuffs. “These won’t hold me. Y/N is mine…only mine!” He gasps. Spit is running down Steve’s chin as he’s looking at you with wild eyes.

“I thought I imagine things. With everything going on I believed Steve needs a break. I didn’t want to bother one of you for nothing but after Y/N left it got worse. I wanted to talk to him, but he said it’s stress or anything else.”

Steve is struggling against the handcuffs, trying to get close to you he gets stopped by Thor dragging him away.

“You are mine…no one can have you…mine!!” Steve yells as the Asgardian brings him out of the room. “Mine!!!”

----

“Anything yet?” You ask as Bruce checks Steve’s vital functions. “All I can say is he didn’t get poisoned or drugged. I’ll make a complete scan of his body now. We will see if anything unusual is…holy…” Bruce gasps at the sight of a strange device nestled in Steve’s brain.

“What’s that?”

“I can’t tell so far. I need to inform Doctor Cho, Tony, and Steven Strange. I think I’ll need their help and advice. This thing might have caused Steve’s change of character…” Bruce stammers rushing out of the lab as you look at the monitor, letting out a shaky breath. Maybe it wasn’t Steve hurting you…

----

“How is he? Did you get it out?” Bucky asks glancing at you sitting on the floor next to the lab, not moving a muscle.

“So far, we can tell we were able to remove the device. Tony is checking it right now along with Dr. Strange. It’s a weird little beast, a mind manipulating machine combined with ‘mystic powers’ according to Steven.” Bruce explains as you look at your hands.

“Was Steve able to make decisions?” Your voice is broken, meek as both men look at you.

“It was influencing his morality and some other functions. I guess Steve couldn’t control much in his life. He was fighting it, tho. The influence got stronger but in clear moments he was able to suppress the influence.” Tony explains entering the room with Steven.

“A magnificent device. Never saw something similar before.” Steven swoons and you glare at the man you barely know.

“Magnificent? Steve hurt me and he did something a few days ago the Steve I knew would’ve never done. This thing is a monstrosity, nothing else.” You curse.

“Y/N, Steve is awake. Good thing he’s healing that fast.” Bruce says helping you up. “Steve is asking for you the whole time. Please.”

“I don’t know if I can face him yet.” Lips quivering you look at Bruce who is nervously biting his lip. “He needs this…Y/N…”

“I’ll try…”

----

On wobbling legs, you slowly open the door as Steve drinks your shaking form in. Pale and with red eyes you walk toward the bed.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I tried anything to stop him. He was obsessed with you. I couldn’t…” Sniffling Steve gets out of the bed but the moment you flinch away he stops in his tracks. “They said everyone has a weak spot, you are mine. They wanted me to hurt you…please forgive me. I can never make up to you what I did…” Steve’s hands want to touch your face but he’s afraid you will flinch away once again.

“Why did you…?” Not meeting Steve’s eyes, you glance at his naked feet as he slowly walks toward you, closing the distance.

“I always wanted you, Y/N. I wanted to touch you. I fought so hard but then he said these words and you followed his order. I thought I can gain control, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry our first time was like this…” Ashamed Steve looks away, reaching out for your hand.

“Steve…”

“I wanted it to be special with candles and all. I had this plan on my mind. Then the Accords happened and anything else. I got caught during the mission and now…I lost you. Please at least take my apology.” Steve’s hands are shaking when you place one hand onto his heart, feeling it started to race.

“What happened during this mission, Steve?” His eyes meet yours and he needs to compose himself before he starts talking.

“Bucky and I wanted to infiltrate a hide-out of former Shield agents secretly working for Hydra, but it was a trap. I entered the building and suddenly I felt week and fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was a boot hitting my face.”

“Steve…” Gasping you grab his hand, slightly squeezing it. “Tell me what happened…”

“I woke up in an odd chair. Almost like the one they conditioned Bucky in. I thought they want to do something similar and let my mind wander to…you.” Now Steve’s eyes fill with tears. “I didn’t know they wanted to find a weakness. I fell for their trap and the device got activated. After that, I was barely able to control anything. I fought against the other Steve’s control. For a few moments, I was able to break out of his grip…”

“The moment you said these words to me…”

“I thought if I hurt you enough you would leave but he took over control and wanted you on the bed to punish me for misbehaving. I swear I wanted to make him stop, I wanted it so badly…” Steve closes his eyes, as a cold shiver runs down his spine.

“That wasn’t you, Steve. Bucky had no control back then either.” Your words should soothe Steve, but he breaks down, kneeling he moves his arms around you. “I’m so sorry, Baby Girl. I never wanted to hurt you. What I did a few days ago…” Voice cracking he tightens the grip on you, not realizing you started moving your fingers through his messed-up hair.

“We will find the people doing this to you. No one does this to one of us…” Tony states walking into the room, meeting your tear clouded eyes.

“I’m guilty, Tony. I hurt Y/N, I used the stuff they gave me or rather the other me to make her obedient. I used her, Tony. I couldn’t control the need I felt close to her. All these years of denial, he made it go away by taking what I always wanted. There was a moment I wanted to give in only to have her in my arms. I was weak…” Steve chokes on his words as you don’t stop moving your fingers through his hair.

“Steve…”

“I could’ve fought him harder…”

“Steve, the device was one tricky beast. Every other man would’ve fallen under its influence even more. Not even able to hold back for a moment.” Steven explains. “It’s a combination of technology and mystic energy. You didn’t stand a chance. Try to make it up to her.”

“Well said, Dr. Strange. Do you want to explain the functions to me again?” Tony points toward the door, trying to give you and Steve some privacy.

“Sure, Mr. Stark. Let’s have a look at this devilish device once again.”

----

Days passed and Steve tried to keep his distance. Only glancing at you now and then he wants nothing more than saying he’s sorry again, but he knows – nothing can change what he did.

“Talk to her, Stevie. Y/N knows it was that thing making you do these things. Just stop tormenting yourself.” Bucky sighs watching his best friend pining for you. “Y/N always wanted to be with you. Give it a try.”

“She must hate me, Buck. I used this stuff. I had sex with her knowing she’s not able to say ‘no’…” Steve looks at his hands, shaking his head.

“Steve, not you, that thing in your brain made you do this. It strengthened the want, the need to have her and suppressed your morality. Y/N knows that by now. Talk to her, dummy.” Bucky shakes his head as Steve watches you from afar once again.

“I can’t…”

----

Your eyes drift toward Steve as he fumbles at his bike. He tries to repair something. Grease smeared all over his hands he silently works at his bike, avoiding to look at you as you pass by, carrying your groceries.

“Steve…” Your voice calling his name makes him look up at you with these stormy blue eyes you always loved so much. “Y/N…”

“You shaved…” There’s a chuckle in your voice. “I like it. Could you lend me a hand? I got three more bags in my trunk…”

“Sure…wait…” Stammering Steve drops his tools to run toward your car, moving his arms around the bags to rush to your side. Smiling.

“Follow me, donkey Rogers…” You tease as the tall Avenger follows you like a lost puppy.

Natasha elbows Bucky seeing Steve carrying your bags toward your apartment. “Why did you buy so many groceries?” Steve asks looking into your bags while walking.

“I want to cook and thought I could invite someone.” You say and Steve silently sighs. “Lucky guy…”

“Hmmm…I will not let you eat at my table with all this grease smeared all over your clothes…” Stunned Steve stops in his tracks as you unlock your door letting him walk in first to place the bags onto your kitchen counter. “Seven…clean…” You order and he nods eagerly, a shy smile on his lips.

“Seven…clean…”

----

One minute to seven Steve stands in front of your door, straightening his clothing he looks at the flowers in his hands. Realizing this is the wrong gift he silently curses as you open the door.

“Sorry…I’ll get something better.” Steve stammers but you take the flowers out of his hands, opening the door wide, walking with it to let him in. “Come in. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Can I help with something…anthing?” Nervously chewing at his lower lip Steve looks at the table but there’s nothing left to do.

“You could open the wine for me, Steve.” Your voice is soft, soothing in his ears and for a moment Steve is staring at you as if he’s in trance. Just drinking you in. Your hair softly framing your face. Pouty lips, the most Y/E/C eyes he ever saw.

“Steve? You with me, Cap?”

Snapping out of his trance he nods, smiling shyly. “Sorry, I was just…”

“Thinking about the hot sex with had last time you were in my apartment?” You blur out and Steve gasps at your words, trying to hide the way your words affect his manhood.

“I…”

“Steve, if we want to become friends again we should try to get past these…incidents. I know it wasn’t you doing all these things and I know you tried to protect me. Let’s have dinner and forget everything else for a while. I’m so tired of all of this.”

“I want to but I always remember the way you were…” Steve trails off, trying to hide his emotions once again but you cut him off, grabbing his hand. “Say it, Steve.”

“I can’t forget the way you felt underneath me - the second time not the first. I wanted you so badly and he took what should’ve been mine. For a moment…I let him have control and stopped fighting him…” Steve admits.

“You wanted me?” Glancing up at Steve you can see the guilt in his eyes as he nods.

“I’m sorry. Maybe if I fought harder…”

“Steve.” When you wrap your arms around his body Steve is taken aback. Not expecting you to want him being close he tries to stand still to not scare you away. “You know for an embrace it needs two people, Rogers.” His arms wrap around you slowly to press you close to his body.

“I’ve missed you…”

“Missed you too, Captain. How about we eat the food I cooked or rather tried to cook and we can watch a movie.”

“Sounds like a plan…”

----

Your eyes grow heavy as you watch Steve stretching his legs out. “You can lie onto the couch if you want to…”

“We could share it…” Steve offers lie onto the couch, leaving enough space for you. “Sorry…I guess you don’t want to…”

“It looks comfortable…” You mumble getting up from your armchair to snuggle next to Steve, letting him move his arms around you. “Feels good…”

“It should’ve always felt this way. I’m sorry…”

Turning around you poke a finger into his chest, glaring up at Steve. “I swear if you apologize one more time I’ll never talk to you again. I’m trying here…okay. It’s hard not to panic close to you but I want to feel safe again. Now let me snuggle closer and cut the crap.”

“All you want…” Steve sighs as you rest your head onto his chest, grabbing his biceps. “I love you…”

“About damn time you admit it, Rogers! Now let me sleep a bit. I’m tired. Cooking this rubbish I called dinner was exhausting.”

“Can we try…” STeve whispers as you are close to falling asleep.”

“I love you too, Steve. We will try…now let a girl sleep…”

Steve’s eyes light up as he feels you pressed against his body. A few minutes later you are fast asleep and he listens to your heartbeat, closing his eyes.

“I’ll make it right…promised. My try to keep my distance was the root of evil. I’ll never lie about my feelings again.” Steve’s words make your heart swell as you tighten the grip on his arm. “I want you to be mine…my love…”

“I’m yours…” You mutter in your sleep and a smile appears on his lips. You are his girl…

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