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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Safety Measures

Summary: The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.

Warnings: dark themes ahead, deception, stalking, allusions to noncon, creepy vibes, nothing too worrying really but do tell me if I missed something.

Characters: Dark!Stalker!Vision x F!Reader

W/C: 1.2K +

A/N: Written for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge. Shoutout to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for she initially thought of this plot and shared it with me during one of my Vision highs haha

Side Note: Victor Shade is Vision's human name.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

“I think we are all set,” Mr. Shade says as he climbs down from his step ladder, tucking the screwdriver in his back pocket. “The cameras have a view of your kitchen and living room as well as your front door and the balcony.” He adds the information and you stare up at him, his words giving you a sense of relief and security.

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Shade.”

“Please, call me Vision.” He says with a light chuckle, storing his things back in the large toolbox. “If you don’t mind me asking, it’s for our survey, but why are you having a security system installed?”

His question makes you swallow thickly as the memories from the past months come to light. How innocent everything all started; random gifts left at your doorstep and soon after, at your workplace. Then the text messages started coming in, how this mysterious person would know where you were and what you were doing at the exact moment.

Then the gifts began to become suggestive; different sets of lingerie, that to your surprise, fit you to a tee, with pairs of heels to match the outfit. But the most shocking one of all was a sex toy, wrapped in the most intricate and pristine packaging you’ve ever seen.

Until we meet, pretend it’s me.

The note that came with it said and you immediately called up Sabrina and her boyfriend to pick you up from the apartment, fear encasing you that the stranger would show up any moment. You even changed your number the day after, hoping that it would deter, what you think is your stalker, to a degree and stop altogether.

But it didn’t.

“Miss?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Vision call your attention, your hands fidgeting as you think of how to respond.

“There were reports of break-ins around the neighborhood a couple of days ago and I just want to have that extra security to feel safe.” It’s not the truth but not all of it is a lie.

He hums at your explanation, a look of thought painting on his face and you visibly flinch when he snaps the toolbox close.

“I see. Well, I do assure you that our system is top of the line and no one will ever come in and out of your home undetected.” The smile he gives you is a comforting one and you can’t help but feel thankful for his assistance.

He gives you a final rundown of everything he’s installed, showing you each corner where a camera can be found. You nod in understanding as he explains to you how to use the control panel and you make a mental note of all the important details he shares.

“I guess that is everything.” He says with finality as he walks towards the front door. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Uhh—what about the payment?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” He states as he slips on his shoes. “We give our customers a one-month free trial for our services. And if everything is to your liking after the month, you can just give our customer service a call and they can finalize the transaction.”

“Oh, thank you so much. Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Nothing more for now.” His blue eyes shine against the afternoon light when he looks down at you. His blond hair falling over his eyes, and his brown, checkered shirt slightly rumpled from working all morning in your home. “But if anything happens, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He fishes out a card from his back pocket and hands it to you, seeing his name printed on the sheet. “That’s my personal line and you can call anytime.” You nod once more at his words and slightly tense when he rests his hand on your upper arm and gives it a light squeeze. “You stay safe now, miss.” He greets before turning to leave.

“I don’t understand. You said this was top-of-the-line technology.” You can’t help the irritation from slipping as you watch him tinker with the control panel in your bedroom.

“It is.” He simply answers but the lack of concern and conviction in his voice only makes you more anxious.

You want to believe that Vision didn’t install junky tech, you checked the website of their company and all the reviews have been nothing but great. Yet here you are, shaking in fear as your mind flits back to the moment you woke up; seeing a bouquet of yellow lilies laying beside you on your bed and the card with such an ominous note attached to it.

I’ll see you later.

You start to pace in your room as the sense of unease courses through your veins. You can’t stop thinking that something isn’t right, that you’ve made some grave mistake yet you cannot tell what, and the constant tapping of Vision on the pad of the console only adds to the tension that’s slowly enveloping you.

Then the clicking stops and you look up to see Vision staring inside your ensuite. You go to stand near him and follow his line of sight, seeing that he’s staring at the bin underneath your sink where the yellow petals poke out from within.

“You threw them.”

“What?” You look up at him curiously, your eyes suddenly growing wide when he turns to face you, his sapphires growing dark.

“I said, you threw them. The flowers.” He says in a calm voice, his head tilting to the side as his brows knit, confusion painting over his face. “Did you not like them, darling? Lilies are your favorite, right? The yellow ones to be exact. Or did I get them wrong?”

A deep chill creeps up your spine as his words slowly sink into your bones. How would he come to know of such a personal fact? You’ve only ever met him once, today being the second time. You barely even talked when he installed the security system yet he speaks as if he knows you on such an intimate level.

Unless—no.

It can’t be.

He can’t be.

You slowly back away as your blood is filled with fear, your body shivering when he takes a step in your direction.

“Did you get rid of the rest of my gifts as well?” His voice is steady and calm yet there’s a strength to it, making the tension in the room thicken further. “Were they not to your liking, darling?”

“I–it’s—” You try to speak but the words die in your mouth as fear completely takes over you.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He gives you a soft smile. “It’s just me.”

It’s as if your feet start to grow a mind of their own and you sprint towards your bedroom door. But a beeping sound echoes through the walls and your door suddenly shuts close, an audible click coming after, and tears immediately spring from your eyes as you grab the knob and try yanking it open.

“It’s no use, darling.” His voice is so close and you turn to face him, gasping when he plants a hand on the side of your head, standing only inches away from you. “There’s no escape.”

“Please—who are you?!” You cry. “Let me go! Please!”

“I can’t let you do that.” There’s amusement in his voice and he smirks as he moves to wrap his fingers around your throat, your hands grabbing his wrist as you try to pull away from his grasp. “I can’t let you leave.” He gives the sides of your neck a light squeeze, choking as you feel his fingers dig into your skin. “You can never leave me.”

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shadeysprings · 1 year

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Anything for You

— Loki x F!Reader x Vision

Summary: Your Valentine's Day date with your boyfriend is interrupted by his childhood best friend.

Warnings: This is a dark fic. Noncon, smut—spit roasting, oral (m receiving), coercion, betrayal & allusions to sex trafficking. There may be more that I missed.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Let's break some hearts. Italics are flashbacks and thoughts. Shoutout to my momo, @mochie85, for being a rockstar beta. This fic is part of my sleepover gift to y'all.

Your feedback is highly appreciated and encouraged. Reblogs would be really amazing. Enjoy! ❤️

Heart full and elated, you smile while staring out the window of Loki’s car as he drives down the highway. The lights from the lamp posts are the only one that shines into the dark vehicle, soft jazz music playing in the background accompanied by your boyfriend’s soft humming while he taps against the leather covering of the wheel.

Your eyes drift to the rearview mirror and the smile on your face only grows further, the bouquet of red roses sitting idly in the backseat, a reminder of how the evening began that only cruised through into something bigger than what you’ve expected.

You give a smile of thanks at the maitre d’ when he shows you to the private booth. A surprised gasp leaves your lips upon seeing Loki standing to greet you, the bouquet of roses nestled in his arms a bright contrast and a striking compliment to the black suit he dons.

He meets you halfway, a chaste kiss pressed to your cheek, one you respond with a blush that scatters from your neck up to your face. “You look beautiful, darling.” He breathes and the compliment is enough to take your breath away.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks, turning your head to face him.

His eyes are still glued to the road while his other hand finds purchase of your thigh, deft fingers skimming over the exposed skin, sending a tingling sensation to your core.

“Tonight was beautiful, Loki.” You smile, taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together. “I could never have imagined an evening as perfect as this. Thank you.”

“The quartet wasn’t too much?” He chuckles at his question and you sense the nervousness rolling through him with how his fingers tense.

Lifting his hand to your lips, you press a light kiss over his knuckles, the gesture seemingly calming him as he lets out a breath and glances at you before turning his focus once more back on the road.

You look curiously at the door when it opens on its own accord, your breath catching in your throat when a string quartet files into the private dining space, the soft sounds of violins echoing throughout the room.

“Can I have this dance?” Loki asks and you stare at him dumbly when he holds out his hand to you from across the table.

“I—I don’t know how—”

“Don’t worry.” He says with a smile, standing from his seat and taking your hand in his. “I’ll lead and you follow.” Giving your hand a gentle tug, you slip the napkin off your lap and follow him toward the open space by the side of your table. His hand slips around your waist while keeping his grip on the other. “Slow steps,” He instructs and you obey.

You keep your head to the ground, watching your feet, not wanting to step on his toes and ruin the moment. But you then feel your hand move, Loki tipping your chin up for you to face him, emerald eyes shining as he keeps them locked on yours.

“Eyes on me, darling.” He coos and you smile shyly up at him. “I’m here.”

The ivory building of his condo comes to view and you feel a small wave of nervousness wash over you.

It’s not like you haven’t been over to his place before. You’ve stayed a couple of nights when it’s too late to grab a cab and you didn’t want to burden Loki with driving you home. If anything, the place is something familiar, the living space you’re able to navigate even with your eyes closed.

But for some reason, you feel this night to be different than the previous ones. With how magical it has been, your palms begin feeling clammy as your thoughts drift to the conversation you had with Carla before leaving to meet Loki at the restaurant.

“What if we have sex and I suddenly tell him that I love him?”

“Okay—TMI.” She visibly cringes before asking, “But, do you?”

You sigh before turning back to the mirror and nodding in response.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” You argue, feeling your cheeks heat up from the sudden surge of emotions. “What if I tell him that I love him and I scare him off? Or worse, he laughs at me.”

“Girl, he’s been showering you gifts left and right. He’s been hogging you for the last five months that you don’t even know where we put the pots and pans anymore.” Carla explains a matter of factly and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “How do we know for sure that he’s not the one afraid of blurting out that he loves you? That he’s not worrying he’ll scare you away if he told you how he felt?”

“I—”

“You don’t and we will never know unless you take that leap.” She stands from your bed and walks towards you, resting your hands above hers when she wraps her arms around your waist from behind. “If he doesn’t feel the same way, I have tequila you can drown in and a knife you can use to slash his tires.”

That makes you laugh.

“But if he does, I have tequila to celebrate and a knife I can use to threaten him if he hurts you.”

You’re breathless as Loki pins you against the elevator wall, his lips devouring yours while his hand runs up the expanse of your thigh, the fabric of your dress riding up along with his movement. You gasp in his mouth when he digs his fingers into the curve of your ass, feeling your core flicker to life and your cunt slickening, dampening your panties.

“Loki—” You mumble his name and tilt your head back when he reaches from behind you, his fingers brushing along your clothed cunt and pressing down on your clit.

“You’re already so wet for me, darling.” He drones against your lips and your eyes flutter close when he captures them with his once more.

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you’re left panting when Loki withdraws his hold from you, a chuckle of amusement leaving his lips at the sight of you left wanting. A blush forms on your face, embarrassment looming over you that you scurry out of the elevator, leaving him to follow, to hide the shame bubbling in your chest.

“Don’t worry, darling.” His voice comes close and you stop in your tracks when you feel his arms wrap around your frame, mewling as his soft lips press down on the column of your neck. “I want you just as much as you want me.” You feel his desire against the small of your back, feeling a sense of relief that it’s not just you fueled with lust but also the man you call your own.

His door comes to view and you wait for him to enter the security code before pushing down the brass handle.

All at once, your confidence blooms anew and you grab onto Loki’s hand to pull him through the threshold. But you stop in your tracks when you see a blond man standing by the couch, a glass of bourbon clasped in his hand and a smile of mirth playing on his lips that quickly morphs into a smirk.

“Victor,” Loki calls from behind you, your shyness coming forth at the unexpected visitor. “You’re still here.”

“Yes, I wanted to wait for you to discuss some important matters.” The man—Victor—explains, taking a sip of his drink before nursing the glass against his chest. “But it seems I may have interrupted your evening.”

“Darling,” Loki’s hand rests on the small of your back, taking small and measured steps as he guides your forward to meet his guest. “This is my best friend since childhood, Victor Shade.”

“Pleasure to finally meet you,” Victor says as he extends his hand. You take it to shake but startle when he lifts it to his lips and places a gentle kiss over your knuckles. “And please, call me Vision. I’m unsure as to why Loki here insists on such formalities.” He chuckles, his thumb grazing against your fingers before releasing you and tucking his hand into his pocket.

You’ve heard of him before, from the stories Loki would tell you during dinners or on lazy Sunday mornings. His best friend, who is also his partner in the trading business he’s in, and another one of the investors that help fund underprivileged schools.

He’s taller than Loki, is what you first notice, and his blond hair is kept short and neat, tousled in a swoop. His smile is kind but his eyes look electric and darker behind the rose-tinted glasses that sit gingerly over his nose. He’s as well dressed as Loki, the navy three-piece making his shoulders look broader and his frame, bigger.

You look up when Loki holds your chin, a wide smile etched on his face. “Why don’t you head on to the bedroom, love and I’ll just finish up some business with Vision.” He suggests and you accept the kiss he places on your forehead before giving Vision a small wave goodbye yet feeling a shudder at the back of your neck when he nods in your direction, his blue eyes never leaving you which makes you scurry on down the hall and to the master bedroom.

Closing the door from behind you, you huff in relief, the sudden appearance of Vision having rattled your senses. You don’t understand why Loki never mentioned that his best friend would be here, and from the way he greeted him—“You’re still here”—and the lack of surprise in his voice, he knew beforehand that Vision was present.

He was having a fun night with you. That’s why he forgot. The little voice in your head reprimands you and that itself allows you to relax, pushing the thought of Vision in Loki’s penthouse to the back of your mind.

You hang your clutch on the back of the door and run your hands down the length of your dress while walking towards his bed, attempting to smooth out any wrinkles that must have formed in your little romp at the elevator. The corners of your lips curl upward as Loki’s scent of earl grey tea mixed with a hint of mint wafts over your nose; an aroma you found comfort in since the day you first met him.

The mattress dips from your weight as you take a seat on the edge, taking his pillow in your hands and pressing it against your chest before burying your nose against the soft cushion.

“You look like you belong here, darling.”

You turn your head to the door when Loki’s voice surrounds you, seeing him leaning against the doorframe while holding two flutes of what you think is champagne. He stalks over to you and joins you on the bed, the pillow taken from your hands and replaced by the bubbly beverage.

“I hope Vision being here didn’t ruin your evening.” He begins, lacing the fingers of your free hand with his. “I thought he’d have already left and found no need to warn you about the matter.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, tightening your hold on his hand. “I was just surprised. Is he still here though?” You ask, looking past his shoulder and to the open door.

“He’s on the phone in my study. He knows better than to bother us.” Loki grins and holds up his flute toward you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Love.

He called you ‘Love’ the second time around and it makes your heart jump with happiness. He’s never uttered the word before, not even once in the months you’ve been with him. But now, after hearing it again, you can’t help but think that all your fears from earlier were for naught, that Carla was right. Maybe Loki truly feels the same, that he loves you and has been wanting to hear you tell him those three precious words.

Love.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You respond shyly and take a tentative sip of the champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose.

As soon as you finish, he takes your glass and sets them atop the bedside table along with his. He sits closer and so do you, and you feel the spark once more setting a flame to your blood that you reach out when he leans in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he captures your lips.

His kiss is soft and slow, lips exploring yours while his tongue remains at bay in his mouth. But his hands begin to wander and you let him, your own moving down to grab hold of his coat and pushing it off his shoulders, hearing the fabric fall to the floor.

You part your lips when his tongue pushes past them, moaning against his mouth as he twirls the soft muscle against your own. He tastes of champagne and sin and it makes your heart pound hard against your chest, the swell of emotion taking control of your very being that makes you decide then there that you do love this man and you would do anything to make him happy. You’d do everything to keep him.

“I love you, Loki.” You whisper when he pulls away, your eyes glistening when he stares down at you, caught off guard by your sudden confession.

He inhales deeply and you feel his hands tighten around your frame. “Oh, my darling girl.” He murmurs back and you smile against his lips when he kisses you once more, lifting you off the bed and having you straddle his lap.

You mewl in delight upon feeling his desire pressing against your cunt, your hand skimming down his solid chest and cupping the tent in his pants. He groans and you preen in success, fingers moving to massage the growing erection before expertly flicking them to unhook the lock of his pants from the latch, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in your ears.

“Will you—” He mumbles and you give him no time to finish.

You stand from the bed and giggle when he leans back against the headboard, following suit and kneeling before him to help shimmy his trousers and boxers off his thighs.

His cock springs free and you gasp at how hard he is, the tip engorged and pink with precum already leaking from the tip. He takes hold of the base and pumps himself a couple of times before you take over with your own hand. You hear his voice shake and it's enough to urge you on, leaning over to press a kiss on his clothed chest—where his heart is hidden underneath—before leaning down to lay a kiss on his tip.

Your lips part when you feel his hand rest on your head, a silent command for you to take him. And you do, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it slowly, feeling Loki shudder from the deed.

Inch by inch, you take him deeper into your mouth, gagging when the tip grazes the back of your throat. But you don’t relent, pulling back to trace the vein on the side of his cock with the tip of your tongue before taking him in once more and setting your pace as you suck on him hard.

Each moan and groan that escape his lips you take as a sign to go further, to take more and more of him and quicken the momentum you’ve set. You take the base of his length and give it slow and languid strokes, your lips kissing the edge of your fingers as they move in sync yet contrast with each other.

His fingers weave through your locks and you moan when he tightens his hold on them, pushing your head down on his shaft so that you move your hand away and grab tightly on his thigh when you begin gagging once more at his size.

Your pussy clenches on nothing as lewd noises continue dripping from his lips, feeling your walls slicken and soak through the lacey fabric that suddenly feels too constricting as heat crawls up your skin.

You feel him grab onto the hem of your dress, pulling the fabric and bunching them to your waist. You pull away from his cock and gasp when he gives your ass a sharp slap before grazing his fingers over your clothed cunt. He pushes the flimsy, soaked fabric to the side and moaning against his cock when he rolls his digit against your swollen bud.

“She’s ready.” Loki intones and you blink in curiosity at his words.

“Wha—”

You’re instantly filled with panic when another pair of hands grab hold of your hips. You push yourself up and look over your shoulder, your eyes widening in shock to see Vision standing at the foot of the bed, his fingers digging into your flesh and pulling you closer to him.

You try to get off, pushing away from Loki but he restrains your wrists with his tight grip, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you.

“Loki—what’s going on?” Your lips tremble as you ask, grunting as you try to pry your hands from his hold. “Why is he here?”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Vision says from behind you, your body shaking and tears falling from your eyes when you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt, a kiss being laid over the expanse of your ass. “I’m just checking the goods. A little…quality control if you will.”

The chuckle that he emits makes your heart constrict and you face Loki once more, eyes pleading that he saves you from this monstrosity. But his eyes are blown wide, and you see no remorse, no compassion in them, only lust and it shakes your very core and shatters your heart that everything you believed him to be, the sweet and kind gentleman you fell in love with, was all a lie.

Your body jolts and you clench your fingers into fists when Vision laps his tongue against your cunt. You try to kick your legs, to stop him from his malicious act but his hands grip your ankles, spreading your legs wide in the process. You’re left helpless on the bed, splayed open for him to take while Loki keeps his hands on you, making sure you don’t escape.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, darling.” Loki intones, hiding your face from him as your tears continue to roll down your face. “We can’t let Vision have all the fun.”

“No!” You shout and pull your hands and knees inward, struggling against them to set yourself free. “Let me go!” But you let out a yelp when a harsh slap lands on your ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat and do as he says!” Vision berates, going still as fear runs up your spine with the intensity of his voice.

“Please—” You beg, shaking your head as you look into Loki’s eyes once more. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone—I swear.”

You wince when your hair is grabbed from behind, Vision’s clothed chest pressing down on your back and you feel his hot breath fanning over your cheek. “You don’t get to make that choice, sweetheart. So you either be a good girl and listen or I won’t be kind and break you myself.”

“Now, now, Vis. Let’s not be brash about this.” Loki tuts, feeling his hand caress your cheek and Vision releasing his grip on your tresses. “She’s a good girl, right?” He says while looking down at you, fingers pinching your chin with his thumb grazing over your lower lip.

You nod in reluctance.

“Now, do what Vision says and we’ll be gentle with you.” He smirks and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a light kiss over your lips. “Between the two of us, he’s the nice one.”

You swallow thickly at the revelation. If Vision is the nice one and he’s already angry with your defiance, you don’t want to know what Loki would be like if you pushed him over the edge. And the thought itself scares you for you’ve never seen him angry, even once. You don’t want to see him angry. The small voice in your head whispers and your tears flow anew as you take Loki in your hand and part your lips to push him into your mouth.

Vision pulls back, his hands once more framing your hips, and you whimper when you feel the tip of his cock press against your clit. He teases you, rubbing his length over your folds with the tip of his thumb grazing over your cunt. You stop your head from bobbing and pull away from Loki’s cock when you gasp as Vision pushes himself in, your walls squeezing him tightly from his intrusion, your back arching at the size of his cock, feeling him stretch you wide.

“Oh, shit—!” He curses into the air. “She’s fucking tight.”

“Told you,” Loki responds, pushing your head back to his length. “No matter how much I fuck her, she always squeezes me good.”

His words make your chest clench in pain—the realization that he never cared for you and was playing with you all along, stringing you around like some puppet all for whatever purpose he and his friend have—and disgust, that he sounds delighted to share you with another.

Vision starts a slow rhythm, his cock rubbing against your aching walls with languid strokes. But such reprieve quickly fades as he begins to thrust at a faster pace, rough hands holding onto your hips tight, keeping you grounded on the bed, allowing him fuck you faster and harder.

You groan when Loki moves to stand on his knees, his hands framing your face as he, too, fucks your mouth relentlessly, your nose flaring as you try desperately to breathe. Your jaw aches and your throat burns in pain as his tip hits the back of it repeatedly. You keep your mouth wide open, tears mixing with the saliva that drips down your chin.

They groan in sync, abusing you with their strength, their thrusts brutal and their touch unloving with how they grab on you—Vision’s hand curling over your thigh and rubbing his finger against your clit that makes your knees ache, fueling your arousal which you forcefully keep at bay—and Loki, grabbing a fistful of your hair before burying his cock deep, your hand, finally free from his grasp, slapping against his thigh for him to pull back.

You can’t believe this is happening, how these men were able to force themselves on you. How you allowed yourself to fall for Loki’s lies which eventually brought you here and it makes you cry further that it’s all because you allowed yourself to love.

You feel them throb inside of you, your pussy clamping down on Vision’s cock as you feel yourself edging closer to your peak. Loki groans, garbled moans spewing out of his lips and you shut your eyes tight when the salty essence of his come spreads throughout your tongue.

He pants, his body seeming limp from his orgasm but his hold on your hair doesn’t falter, keeping his cock lodged in your mouth as he continues to spurt out his seeds. “Swallow.” He commands with a shaky breath and you moan your disapproval. But his hand wraps around your throat, thumb, and forefinger massaging and pinching the sides, leaving you no choice but to do as he demands.

Loki pulls out and you gasp lungfuls of air, thankful for the respite you’re given. But Vision pushes on and your face is pushed on Loki’s thigh, moaning incoherently as he snaps his hips at a frantic pace.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He growls, your hands pushing hard against the bed as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

You gasp once more, the breath knocked out of your chest when he hits that sacred spot from within. He pinches your clit and your walls tighten further around him, a slew of moans escaping your lips when the dam within you finally breaks and you cry as your orgasm consumes you, your chest dropping down on the bed while your legs shake from the intensity of your release.

You’re left hollow when Vision pulls out all of a sudden, his grunts bouncing off the walls and filling your ears. You then feel something warm splash and trickle down the back of your thigh then the tip of Vision’s cock poking against it before smearing all over your skin. A whine spills from your lips when he fills you once more, thrusting into you slowly before stilling yet keeping himself nestled within your cunt.

“She’s perfect.” Vision breathes and you sniff as you cry again, whimpering when you feel his lips press against your lower back and then trail up the length of your spine. “That attitude needs work though but nothing we can’t fix.” He chuckles darkly and your knees finally collapse on the bed when he pulls out once again.

You hear the rustle of clothing and a zipper setting in place. Vision’s shadow looms at your periphery and you pull your head away when he kisses your temple.

“We have a meeting with Stark in 2 weeks and we have to make sure she’s ready by then.”

“Don’t worry, Vis.” Loki laughs and you turn to hide your face when he runs his fingers through your hair. “She loves me and she’ll do anything for me. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You yelp when he pulls on your hair, turning your head to make you face him, green eyes laced with darkness as he keeps them on you. You want to say no, to fight back and tell him you don’t want to be part of their sick plan, but the tick in his jaw scares you, seeing the anger brewing within and waiting to be released.

So you nod, lifting your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes, and take a deep breath.

“Yes.” You acquiesce, lips quivering in fear as you speak. “I’ll do anything for you.”

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visl0ki · 7 months

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Loki: Tell them to eat shit, Vision.

Vision: Tell them yourself.

Loki: Eat shit, asshole! Fall off your horse!

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heckcareoxytwit · 4 months

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A preview of Avengers Inc #4

AVENGERS INC #4

GO FOR THE JUGGLER! Her name is Janet Van Dyne. She’s got a file on the Death Throws—a worker’s co-operative for themed super villains—that’s taller than she is. His name is Victor Shade. Apparently, he’s been a member for years. Together, they’ve got to find out who’s picking the Death Throws off one by one…before it’s his turn. PLUS, IN HIS VERY LAST GUEST APPEARANCE PRIOR TO HIS DEMISE, MOON KNIGHT!

Written by: Al Ewing Art by: Leonard Kirk, Alex Sinclair Cover by: Daniel Acuña Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: December 27, 2023

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Stuck in the Middle

Sequel to All in the Family

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, age gap, cheating, cutting, blood, boring sex, fuckboy energy.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your return to campus brings some unexpected changes.

Characters: silverfox!Loki, glimpses of Heimdall, shades of Victor Shade (Vision)

Note: Well, I decided to get messy so expect at least a third part.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Mario loves pipes. Take care. 💖

"Has anyone been to the Nornheim Museum?" The professor asks as he pokes his slender glasses up his nose.

You're of the few to murmur and raise your hand in affirmation. You shift in your seat, leaning your elbow heavy on the foldout desk as the memories tingle in your core.

"Not many have this privilege, darling," Loki's long finger tapped on the glass above the forged buckle, "it is said to have belonged to the great Ragnar but often those of the same name are confused for one another and few names were rare in those days."

The echo of his voice in your head distracts your from the lesson as the slide flips and you sink down in your chair, crossing a leg over the other as you fight the other memories. The tickle of wandering fingers and intonation of less informative words in your ear. The way Loki strode confidently in the barren museum as if luring you into his maze of tricks and traps.

'It is a pity my son was too enamoured with his video games to join us,' Loki nudged his office door open, his name etched into the golden placard mounted on the wood, 'he surely is missing out, though he never does seem to see the whole picture.'

You sniff and tap your pen on the desk. You squeeze your thighs together and push the end to your lips, biting down as your skin spatters with heat.

'Darling,' his words rumbled against your thigh as you lay across his desk, your jeans on the floor and your sweat pushed above your chest. 'Mm, I have been thinking of the taste of you and nothing else.'

His teeth clasped around the top pf your panties and he urged them down slowly with a snarl. You quivered as he dragged them lower, hands on your knees as he felt your flesh cloyingly. You moaned as your body responded, as the warmth seeped in anticipation.

"...I recommend you invest in this trip, it will be vital to much of this course and invaluable to you as an aspiring historian…" the dull voice of the lecturer drones on.

You gripped the sides of desk, knuckles aching as you curled your fingers tighter with each thrust. Your legs stretched up Loki's torso, your feet at his shoulders as he kneaded your thighs and he stared at the way he slid in and out, the wet noises filling his office. You admired the grey hairs along his chest, curly and soft.

'Touch yourself,' he puffed, 'let me see what makes you cum.'

You were quick to obey, fingers gliding easily along your wet cunt and flicking around your clit. You pushed an elbow into the wood and raised yourself as you arched your spine and whined. He did not let up as he kept his motion rampant.

'A creature like you should never be so neglected,' he bent his head to kiss the top of your foot, his rhythm turning rough and ragged, 'cum for me, darling, for you have me at the cusp.'

You clear your throat and shrug off the thoughts though they tug at the nape of your neck. You need to focus. That was a mistake. Regrettable. Messy.

You lean your chin and your hand and make yourself focus on the image projected across the front of the lecture hall. That's what youth is for, isn't it? Mistakes.

Another hour slogs by as you fight the holiday hangover. Finally free from the introductory monologue, you pack up and slip your phone free from the side pocket of your bag. You drag your feet down the centre aisle as you light up the screen with your thumb.

Finn, again. He didn't take the news well. It was the only thing you could do. Breaking up was inevitable. You just didn't mesh. And his father…

No, that didn't happen. Nor will it happen again. By cutting ties with Finn, you'll make sure of it.

You ignore his messages and swipe away the missed calls. You know he's a man baby but this is a bit much. He didn't care before, not when you were fucking. He reminded you constantly how much better he could do, well so could you.

The winter perseveres into the new year, hardly making for a fresh start as the snow is stained grey with dirt. Your boots crunch along the pathway across the campus courtyard and you send up a cloud of breath into the crisp air. The library furnace chugs a steady billow of smoke into the sky and adds to the mid-afternoon dim.

You shuffle into the lobby of your building with the beep of your fob and the door catches behind you. You don't think much of it, assuming it's another resident as you cross the floor littered with slush and water dripped off of boots. You're pulled back by your arm before you can reach the stairs.

"You think you can just ignore me?" Finn spins you to hit the wall and you let out a low oomph.

"What the fuck–"

He startles you as he slaps the wall on either side of your head and looms over you, "you won't even give me a chance. We could talk this out, babe."

"Finn, please, it wouldn't have worked out, we're just too different."

"That's what makes it work," he pouts, "please–"

"Don't act like it was more than it was. I shouldn't have agreed to go all the way to Jotun with you."

"Then why did you?"

"Because… I don't know."

"What changed?"

"Nothing," you take a breath, "it was never that good to begin with. Please, Finn, go to a party, find another girl."

"I want to know why," he snarls and leans in, "tell me."

Your throat constricts. You could tell him. You could confess. No, that's stupid because you forgot. It didn't happen. It can't have happened. His parents are married and you and him are done.

"Just… you really want to know?"

"I have to know," he balls his right hand hits the wall, "how can someone like you dump me?"

You frown at the backhanded question and shake your head, "the sex was awful and dry.

He snorts and pushes away from you, pivoting on his heel as he laughs, "sure, and you were all that."

"Finn, let it go. It was two months–"

"You're lying. The sex was great," he rambles as he prowls back and forth in front of you, "so there's something else. Or… someone else."

You clamp your lips guiltily and fight to keep your cool, "no, just you. Finn, you spent the whole visit with other people. Let's not make it more than it was."

He rolls his eyes and screeches to halt as he faces you, "fine, I'll go hit up Samantha. She always was a good time. You know–" he points a finger in your face as he steps closer, "she tried to fuck me at her little birthday bash and I said no. For you."

You glower and look at the door, "so what? You've obviously been thinking of it ever since. You're free, go fuck Samantha."

“You don’t mean that,” he whines.

You flick your eyes in his direction and he scowls. Your face says it all. He curls his lip and kicks his foot over the floor in frustration.

“You always were so fucking stubborn,” he snaps and stomps to the door, “have fun. Alone.”

He swings open the door and storms into the lobby, the door falling heavy behind him. You flinch and part from the wall as you shake off the encounter. Being alone can’t be so bad if he’s the alternative.

🐍

“I see Finn is pulling out all the stops,” Neve remarks as you blindly wander into the front room, rubbing your eyes with the fraying cuffs of the oversized sweatshirt.

“What–” You cross your arms in the chill of the dorm and check the window. It’s closed, “why is it so goddamn cold?”

“Apparently, the water heater is broke for this entire block,” she shrugs and you notice the layers of turtleneck, hoodie, and robe around her, “lucky us.”

“Fuck,” you sneer, “just what we needed.”

“Not like the water ever gets hot anyway,” she says as she scrolls on her phone, sipping from a tall porcelain mug, “whatever, you got a surprise in the kitchen.”

“Surprise?” You shiver and drag your feet across the cramped front room and enter the boxy kitchen with its half-sized appliances.

A plinthed vase with two branches of orchids stands on the only counter space left, the white petals tipped with a deep purple. Flowers? Really? Not what you expect from your ex, especially after your last conversation. It makes you wonder if he did fuck Samantha after all. Is this guilty planted in stone?

There’s a card perched on a plastic stick dug into the dirt. You’re ready to tear it up already. Two months and now he cares. You don’t think for a moment that some flowers will cure his selfishness. You take the envelope and tear the flap carelessly. You slip the card up and flip it open.

‘Thinking of you, L.’

Ohhhhh.

Oh.

Shit.

“So, you gonna forgive him?” Neve frightens you as she shuffles in and brushes by to rinse her coffee cup.

“Um,” you quickly push the card back in the envelope and hide it up your sleeve, “I don’t think so.”

“They’re pretty flowers. Didn’t think he had taste beyond labels.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t,” you scoff, “I’ll get these out of the way.”

“Still, I’ve never had anyone send me flowers. Guess girls don’t work like that,” she chuckles, “not the ones I’ve dated, at least.”

You give a small snort as you lift the vase and nearly drop it. It’s heavier than you expect. You carry it back into your room and push an empty container out of the way to set it on your dresser. You really need to start throwing away your shit.

You grab the empty cardboard and the half-finished cup of soda and go to dump it out in the kitchen. Never hovers in the front room, her slippers scuffing on the floor as she chatters.

“I was gonna take a shower,” she bemoan as she rubs her hands together, “fuck this building.”

“Did you talk to the building manager?”

“I talked to Ariel across the hall. She called. Maintenance is three days out.”

“What? Three days?”

“I guess that’s what we get for being poor as fuck,” she scoffs, “not the first time I’ve had a cold shower.”

“Me either,” you resign as another shiver crawls up your back.

“Well… you could call Finn, go on the rebound for a few days and get us access to that nice condo shower–”

“No,” you huff and she laughs at your scrunched expression.

“I’m kidding, but a girl can dream,” she chimes.

“I got class,” you grumble.

“I’ll probably chill at the library, they always got the heat cranked to hellfire.”

“Good idea, I’ll meet you there after,” you turn on your heel as the envelope chafes in your sleeve, “fuck, things just keep getting better, don’t they?”

🐍

Professor Shade nods at another student as you wait anxiously. Two weeks into classes and you feel as if you’re running from behind already. You step up when the path is clear, your nerves pinging off each other. Talking about money is never an enjoyable experience.

“Professor,” you say as he gathers up the pile of proposals handed in at the beginning of class. He glances at you with pale blue eyes as you shift on your feet.

“Yes?” He says evenly. His mood is always placid, always measured, and entirely hard to read. You can’t tell if he’s bothered or interested.

“About the trip to Jotun, um, my work study was only just confirmed so I won’t have the money by next class. I can bring a deposit though–”

“Very well,” he agrees easily, “I’m no debt collector.” He stands straight, the silver woven into his yellow hair catching the bright lights of the lecture hall, “As long as you can have it all by the day of.”

“Alright,” you say with a sigh of relief, “thanks, professor.”

You smile and turn to scurry away, “I believe you are of the few who’ve seen Nornheim before?”

You pause and face him again, “yes, I went… last month. Over the holiday.”

“Ah, it must’ve been busy.”

Your neck burns as you swallow, “um, yeah, not too bad.”

“Are you from Jotun then? Visiting family?”

Despite his words, you find it hard to gauge his interest as his tone remains unaffected.

“Yeah,” you lie, well, not entirely.

“And did you enjoy the museum?”

“Yeah, it was nice,” you say as you struggle to recall any of the actual displays. You were too distracted.

“They are opening a special exhibit on Norse mythos for our visit, we’ll be there upon the first day,” he explains as he shoves away the papers in his bag, “so it won’t be all old hat to you.”

“Great,” you say sheepishly, “sorry, I gotta go. My work study–”

“Ah, yes, good luck, where is it?”

“The library,” you answer breezily.

“Oh, very good. When I was your age, I ended up in the Economic office. What a miserable plight that was.” He shoulders his bag, “anyhow, I’ll let you go.”

“Thanks, professor,” you force a smile and quickly flit out behind the last of the stragglers.

You button up your coat and wind your scarf around your neck as you head out into the crisp winter welcome. You carefully plod down the icy steps and your boots crack through the already shattered sheets across the campus pathway. The library bustles with activity as you approach, the cafe visible through the front windows is crowded with bodies waiting for their warm treats.

You push inside through one of several heavy doors and pull out your student card to scan through the gates into the main floor. You dust off your shoulders and head to the counter where a librarian works at filling a cart with returns. You pick at the edge of your pocket as you clear your throat.

“Excuse me, um, I’m a work-study student.”

She peeks over at you through her thick lenses, “which one?”

“Uh,” you give your name, “I’m supposed to be working with–”

“Heimdall,” she finishes for you, “so not mine.”

“Yeah, that’s right, I… where would I find him.”

“Well, you’re working in a library, you’ll have to figure out how to find things, won’t you?” She says tersely as she continues her labour, “they always send me the worst…” she mutters, “always late.”

You bite your lip and frown. How in the heck are you supposed to find your supervisor? You can’t just walk behind the desk. Are you just supposed to stand her and hover like a moth?

“Lorelai,” a deep voice underlines the silence of the library, “must you be so adverse?”

You glance over as a man with bright hazel eyes appears from around the other end of the desk. His irises almost look golden as they reflect the lights above. He is tall with straight shoulders and a calm gait. His dark hair is marked with a single streak of silver.

“Heimdall, you must be…” he introduces himself as he lifts the door of the desk and steps through, “early. Good start.”

“Oh, hi,” you say as he keeps the door up on its hinges.

“First thing, let’s get your stuff away,” he gestures to the bag bulging against your hip, “then we’ll have a tour.”

“Oh, sure, thanks.”

“Try not to track that muck everywhere,” Lorelai warns.

“Ignore her. Bad break up,” he beckons you through and follows you, directing you away from the prickly woman.

“Her? I can’t imagine why,” you say under your breath. He chuckles and you regret the careless comment.

“Complicated, I hear,” he remarks, “right, in my office here.” He points you into a doorway, “coat racks in the corner, I’ll be out here.”

You step into the office, the scent of sandalwood laced with vanilla greets you warmly. A desk lamp glows amber over an open book and a deep red carpet sprawls over the worn wooden floor. It’s cozy and makes you want to linger. Despite the maintenance coming in every other day, the heat in your apartment still lingers between entirely kaput and boiling hot. You could spend a week here, nice and warm.

You hang your coat on the rack beside a dark brown coat with a blue scarf slung over it. You leave your bag at the base and reluctantly retreat. Heimdall stands at the desk, scribbling on a scrap of paper before handing it over to a student. He gives a nod as the freshman blinks up at him and slowly leaves. He is rather intimidating.

“Lorelai, how about we do the returns so I can show her around?” Heimdall turns to his coworker coolly.

“And what about me?” She whines.

“When do you ever leave the desk?” He challenges smoothly and she winces.

“Yes, I suppose, Heim,” she quickly backs down, “damn kid is late anyhow.”

“It’s not even five yet. He’s not late, you’re just impatient.”

Heimdall gets behind the cart as Lorelai backs away with a scowl. You hurry forward to lift the door for him and he thanks you as he rolls through. You follow at his heels, though he keeps his pace slow but steady.

“Don’t let her bother you. It’s just her nature,” he says, “truly, nothing is so complicated here.”

“Yeah, no worries,” you say.

“Just do your work, listen, be helpful where you can,” he says as he leans on the cart, somehow even hunching he seems massive, “and never hesitate to ask questions.”

“Sounds good,” you turn your hands out plaintively.

“Oh, and feel free to use the kettle in my office, the one in the breakroom is dangerous.”

“Er, alright,” you say lightly, “thanks.”

“Right, now, here’s your first lesson, from our pleasant Lorelai, don’t do this,” he turns to cart and points along the spine, “the easiest thing to do I find is to follow the decimal system. You want to arrange these…” he starts moving books and shifting the rows, “so that as you’re putting them back, you’re not going back and forth.”

“Makes sense,” you nod as you watch him.

He steps back and looks at you, “why don’t you finish this and we’ll see how you do?”

“Right,” you step forward, “sure thing.”

🐍

You take your tea latte off the counter and barely save it from being splashed across your coat as you stop short of the body behind you.

“I heard you were working in here now,” Samantha trills as she sweeps her fingers through a bouncy blonde wave, “good idea since you dropped Finn, I guess.”

“Hmm, hi Sam, what’s up?” You blow over the lid and sidle out of the way of another waiting customer.

“Oh, you know, same as usual,” she gives a trite smirk.

“Mhmm,” you’re put off by her tone and abrupt greeting. Her name is called and she takes her latte with a derisive flick of her lashes, “so,” she moves with you as you try to avoid blocking others from the order shelf, “this is what you’ve been doing? Counting books?”

“Well, uh–”

“You really hurt Finn.”

You frown and swallow back confusion, “yeah, we broke up after Christmas. Just wasn’t working–”

“Oh, I heard all about it,” she sneers, “he doesn’t shut up about you.”

“I don’t– did I do something wrong?”

“Well, let’s start with you dating him. You knew I was into him.”

“No, I didn’t,” you tilt your head.

“Come on, you knew,” she whines.

“You never said anything–”

“Don’t act so stupid,” she huffs, “now he won’t stop going on about you. About what you did to him.”

“Well I’m sorry but I can’t do anything about that. I broke up with him. It’s done. If he won’t let go–”

“You cheated on him. That’s disgusting.”

“What…” you wince, “what do you mean?”

“He told me. He said there’s no other reason for you to break up with him. And we both know how much he talks in bed. So who was it?”

You give a look of revulsion and shake your head, “you’re getting one side of the story, alright? We dated for two months, it’s not that dee–”

You step back as she raises her cup but not quick enough as she dumps it over your head. The foam and hot coffee soaks through your hair and waterfalls down your shoulders and chest. You barely keep hold of your own cup as you gape and exclaim at the nip of heat that scalds the nap of your neck.

“What the fuck–”

“You really fucked him up and now I have to pick up the pieces,” she snarls and throws the cup in your face, “I always knew you were trash.”

You hold out your arms as you drip with espresso and the foam melts into your hair and coat. She shoulders past you and marches out on her heeled boots. You turn and a dozen other students stare back, some laughing, some whispering about the scene.

Horrified, you put your drink on the counter full of sweetener and dairy and take a handful of napkins. You leave the cup and rush out as you try futilely to dry yourself off with the three-ply. You’ll just go home and call Heimdall to let him know–

Too late. You hear your name as you try to rush by the end of the desk that overlooks the front lobby. You stop and cringe before you force yourself to run back. You near as you pat your face with the napkins.

“Um, yeah, I was gonna call and say–”

“What happened to you?” He asks.

“Just… ran into someone by accident,” you lie.

“Yeah, looks like quite the accident.”

“I should probably run and get changed,” you say, “I’m sorry.”

“Sure, probably,” he says, “if you don’t feel up to coming back tonight, I won’t dock the hours.”

“No, it’s fine,” you sniff as the embarrassment swells behind your eyes, “I’ll just… go and be back soon. Okay?”

“Take your time,” he gives a pitiful smile, “you know where to find me.”

“Yep,” you nod and quickly spin away, “see ya soon.”

You slip as you cross the lobby, barely keeping afoot as your steps are hampered by the slush left by those entering and the drink leaking down your body. The overwhelming scent of vanilla chokes you and curdles in your stomach. It feels an awful lot like guilt.

🐍

You block Finn’s number, his TikTok, Insta, everything you can think of. Sam too. You just want to forget about it all.

The task is made all the harder as the day of the trip to Nornheim approaches. You have the last of your fee ready, a few meals sacrificed towards it, and you arrive early to meet the bus and Professor Shade. The other students are barely awake as they shuffle towards the door.

“Sir,” you approach the professor as he folds up the collar of his red coat, “here.”

He takes the envelope and doesn’t bother to look inside. “Thank you. Excited?” He tucks away the money inside his jacket and buttons it back up, patting his chest firmly.

“Yeah, pretty excited,” you say as you move to join the line waiting to board the bus.

“And the library, how is that?”

You’re surprised he’s remembered. You haven’t seen or spoke to him much aside from counting out your pennies for the bus ride. “It’s not bad. I mostly deal with library services like the computers and printers and stuff.”

As you get to the doors, you climb up the steps and pass the driver as you watch the bodies shambling into the seats. He trails you, almost too close as he assures the driver that all are present and ready to depart.

“Ah, looks like you’re stuck with me,” he waves to the only remaining row of seats, “do you prefer the window?”

“Either is fine,” you answer.

“Go on,” he directs you and you turn to shimmy into the far seat. He sits beside you at the front, his long legs confined in the tight row, “so, you said you have family in Jotun?”

“I know some people there,” you say evasively as you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You ignore it.

“As do I,” he says as he opens his scarf and lets it hang down his chest as he unbuttons his coat. The engine rumbles on as the driver calls for all to sit down. “At Nornheim, actually. The curator is a friend of mine, he was the one who offered us this privilege. Clever man, I usually run into him at conferences and the like.”

“The curator?” You try not to show your alarm, “wow.”

“Yes, well, I will admit, he did prevail over me in acquiring that position. Maybe friends is a strong word for us,” he gives a light chuckle.

Your phone buzzes several times and you try to ignore it but it’s heard in the lull. He glances down towards the noise and you push your bag against the wall of the bus to pull off your mitts. He rests his elbow on the armrest between you.

“Someone calling?” He wonders.

“No, just those dumb automated reminders, you know?” You are getting way too comfortable with lying.

“Ah, well, as we are on the subject, the museum is hosting a conference in the spring. I’ve yet to announce it so I must caution secrecy, but there will be some papers selected from the class to present there.”

“Oh,” you look at him in surprise, “that’s… big.”

“Yes, it would be a great opportunity,” he nods, “during today’s visit, perhaps we might run into the curator. He would have more details. Right now everything is a bit tenuous.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” you promise.

“I do appreciate the discretion,” he smiles.

Your phone vibes again and you sigh, “sorry, let me just turn this one silent.”

You lift yourself slightly as you dig your hand in your pocket and pull out your phone. He distracts himself as he bends one leg over the other and attempts to get comfortable. Your screen is filled with notifications. You unlock it and pull down the menu to hit the mute button, but another deluge of alerts come in.

You click on the first one and find yourself tagged on an Insta page. At the top, you’re declared as a slut and nothing else. Your chest sinks as your photo is top and center below the nasty title. You should just block and close but the dread-filled curiosity urges you on.

You drag your thumb down and reveal several photos. Several stupid moments you wish you could take back in the moment. Images of you in your panties, some topless, others not, dumb decisions made at the behest of a pleading man child. Finn said he deleted them. He promised.

“Everything alright?” Shade asks and you quickly hide your phone.

“Yeah, yeah, missed a call from my mom but it’s fine,” you keep your screen tilted away as you hit the report button. Hopefully, it’s taken down before it gets any more traction.

“You look… upset. Is she okay?”

“Who?”

“Your mother?” He prompts.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just–” you put your phone in your purse, “I just want to enjoy the museum. I’m really excited.”

He smiles and his arm shifts on the rest, for a moment, you think he might touch your hand but he draws away, “I rarely see such enthusiasm in my pupils. I hope you do find it an enriching experience.”

“Yeah, thanks, I’m sure it will be,” you say as you look out the window, “it really is awesome we get to go.”

🐍

As you arrive at the museum, you free yourself from the professor and keep to the edge of the group. He directs the lot of sleepy sophomores up the vaunted steps of the Nornheim and speaks briefly with the front desk before proceeding. You follow and try to ignore the odd glance of judgment sent in your direction. Phones are to be kept muted but not prohibited completely.

You’re led on a basic tour of the main wing and you find yourself slipping into reverie at your last visit, desperately trying to ignore the spattering heat as Loki’s ghost lingers there. The familiarity reminds you of what you did, of his office, of his goading words...

At the end of the curated part, you are led to a new wing where the Norse exhibit is set up. There, the silver-haired man awaits you. You hide in the back as Loki welcomes you to the Halls of the Nine Realms.

“Thank you all for coming,” Loki’s timbre sinks into you and you squirming. You close your eyes and try not to think. Just listen. “As a favour to your professor, I’ve allowed you a special preview of this exhibit. Your tour will be unguided but you can find staff as defined by their lanyards. They will be more than happy to assist.

“Without further ado, welcome. And I hope you enjoy this as it has been an especially dear labour to my heart.”

With his final words, the students slowly disperse, aimless at first as the hall dims and spectral lights cast across the walls. You make an effort to keep yourself close to another pair, to try to lose yourself in the crowd. With any luck, he’ll never know you were there.

You stop at the family tree of the legendary gods and keep your chin down. Before you can move on, you’re trapped by the voices that come not too far away.

“Victor,” Loki greets, “you’ve brought quite the rabble.”

“Laufeyson,” Shade replies, “you’ve outdone yourself.”

“Don’t give me all the credit, your help was much appreciated,” the response comes lithely, the men parrying in a sort of verbal fencing.

You sidles along, careful not to cause too much disturbance as you find a display of the World’s Tree to skirt around. Their voices fade as you drift into the background. You shouldn’t have come. The cost alone should’ve been enough to deter you. This is a mistake, you feel it in your core. If you have to face Loki…

“Oh, pardon,” the voice startles you as much as the wall you collide with. Not a wall at all, but another person. Professor Shade gently touches your shoulder as he takes a step back, “I should look where I’m going.”

“No, no, I should,” you say, “sorry, I–”

“It’s easy to get carried away in here,” he coaxes, “don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it’s so… elaborate,” you peer around, “I’m really happy I could come.”

“Me too,” he smiles and quickly turns to look at the placard on the side of the World’s Tree, “what I mean is…I think it is a worthy experience for all my students.”

“Oh sure, in Carfrae, we don’t have a museum anymore.”

“Carfrae,” he toys with the word, “ah, my hometown.”

“You’re from Carfrae?” You utter in disbelief, his accent would hardly betray his origin.

“Oh yes, not many who would guess but I do carry that chip on my shoulder,” he pushes back his jacket as he tucks his hands in his pockets, “let me say, you cannot let that place hold you back.”

“I try not to.”

“You haven’t. You’re here. You’re a smart girl,” he bows his head, “you’ll go far.”

“Thanks, uh, we’ll see,” you see Loki’s shoulders as he hovers along a cluster of students, watching as they gather around a display.

“Don’t let me distract you, sorry,” he steps away, “I too prefer to take things in on my own.”

“It’s not that–”

“Truly, it isn’t an issue, I would rather you get what you can of it, however you must,” he slips his hands from his pocket and pivots on his heel, “I am meant to be overseeing this lot as it is.”

He strides off, greeting Gavin brightly and you tiptoe further around the tree. You slouch and edge along the far wall, digging in your purse for your phone. You check the time. There’s at least an hour left. You can’t help but note the endless notifications stacking up beneath the bold digits.

You open your phone and check the page again. Still there. Sixty comments on the most recent post, more and more as you swipe lower. Your chest fills with terror. What do you do? What can you do?

You fumble and quickly dial Finn’s number. You wait for an answer but none comes. You’ve been blocked as well. You try Sam and the same. You swear and rip your phone away from your ear as you flip back to Insta.

“Excuse me, but I must ask that you make any calls–” Loki’s voice startles you and you spin to face him as your cell slides out of your hand. You try to catch it but only send it to his feet. He looks down then back at you, “darling.”

“Shit,” you hiss and bend to snatch your phone but he’s first to get to it. He holds it out of your grasp as he straightens and steps closer.

“Why didn’t you say hello?”

You swallow, “I… I broke up with Finn.”

“As I expected. My own son, I must admit, never deserved you.”

“Please. Don’t,” you plead, “I feel rotten enough.”

“Why? Because we had some fun? Because I treated you as you should be?”

“Can I just have my phone back?”

“Darling, what’ve I done? Did you not get my gift?”

“Oh… the flowers? Yeah, they’re nice but–”

“Is it someone else? I wouldn’t hold that against you, darling, you’re young and I hope I’ve shown you how much more you deserve–”

“Please, just–”

“It is rather improper to have one’s phone out in the museum,” he intones as he looks at your cell, “rather insulting to–” He pauses and blinks at your screen. You grab for the phone and try to cover it. He angles it away from you as his thumb scrolls, “ah, yes, my son. He does always make me proud.”

“He’s just upset. That’s it. But he doesn’t know about us, I promise.”

“Us?” He relents and holds out your cell. You take it.

“About what happened. Not us. There is no us.”

“There isn’t?” He asks flatly.

“I don’t… know?”

“I think about it every day. Don’t you?” He lowers his voice.

“You’re married.”

“And?”

“I dated your son. Your son who hates me.”

“And?”

“And?” You echo in exasperation. “We can’t do this.”

“Tell me, darling, it will not bother me if there is another. Does he treat you well?”

“There isn’t anyone else, okay? This is too much already. It’s messy and we never should have– ever–” You struggle to keep from hyperventilating, “you can’t just–”

“Do you not look fondly back at how I made you purr, darling? Of the feel of my lips? On yours? Elsewhere? Of how you fit me perfectly–”

“Please.”

“Please. I am consumed by you, darling, I must confess it. And I remain as chaste in my marriage as before. My wife will not have me and I would only have you.”

“No, it’s wrong.”

“You are young, mistakes are the gift of youth,” he slithers and you flinch as he reaches to your collar, he tugs down your sweater and traces the scar left by the knife, “stay. I can drive you back to campus in the morning. You can help close up again. Just you and I.”

“I can’t,” you draw back and look around. You see Professor Shade as he chats with Anna and he notices your gaze over her head. He gives a small wave before you turn back to Loki, “I have classes.”

“How do you like Professor Shade? Helpful?”

“I guess–”

“Handsome?”

“What?”

“He does have a certain allure, doesn’t he?”

“No, Loki, please–”

“Let us not pretend, you have very particular tastes, don’t you, darling?”

“You–”

“Stay,” he insists, “I’ll have you back for classes. We’ll get a suite and catch up.”

“Loki…”

“Do you really want to go back there? With all that has transpired? The chaos my son has sewn for you.”

“But–”

“Tell him you have family here. That you are staying to take in the sights and visit.”

“What?”

“The professor that does dote on you,” he intones, “I cannot blame him and I do not. Let him down easy.”

You rub your cheek and sigh. He’s not wrong, you don’t want to go back. Not yet. You’re not ready to face all the shit coming your way. And that twinge deep inside you won’t let you go.

You have to be honest, at least with yourself. You came knowing he would be there, that you would more than likely run into him. You came because of him, no matter how much you deny it.

“You’re wrong about him,” you say, “not everyone is you.”

“No they are not,” he agrees with a smirk.

“I’ll skip the bus,” you resign, “but not my classes.”

“Good girl, as always,” he winks and steps away, “I can suffer a few more hours for you.”

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