#and loki would immediately feel bad

[cleo-fox]

Overtime

Summary: Sometimes, working overtime isn’t all that bad.

Pairings: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, sex, cunnilingus, teasing, light bondage, office romance.

Series: Overtime (I don't have a masterlist for this, but if you enjoy these idiots, check out Daylight, a sort of sequel).

A/N: This was largely written prior to season 2 and posted right before episode 4, so it’s not entirely canon compliant and the parts that are may be compliant by accident.

Also, @give-me-a-moose and I were on a similar wavelength about Loki angrily reading romance novels and I would strongly recommend checking out her fic The Imagine Nation if you too are enthralled by this idea.

You don’t think that Mobius intended to keep Loki’s desk behind yours.

“It’s temporary,” he tells you apologetically. “He just needs somewhere to go for now, until I figure out what to do with him.”

“You’re talking about him like he’s a stray cat that you found,” you say.

“You won’t even know he’s there, I promise.”

“You’re still doing it.”

Mobius sighs and puts on his most sincere, earnest expression—the one that he always uses when he’s about to ask you for a stupidly massive favor.

And it’s only because you almost never, ever see this look from him that you back down.

“Okay, fine,” you say. “But he’d better be on his best behavior.”

Mobius puts his palms together and tips them toward you. “Thank you. You will not regret this, I promise.”

You sigh and shake your head. “Just remember this next time you’re budgeting for raises.”

But then—in a move that you certainly don’t expect—Loki ends up sticking around. And, in the subtle way that the stray you’ve been feeding slowly turns into your cat, Loki’s temporary desk becomes his permanent desk. And strangely enough, Mobius’ assurances turn out to be more correct than not: Loki does a lot of fieldwork and is often away; when he is at his desk, it tends to be because he is working on more complicated missions, the ones that require poring over mountains of files looking for patterns and trying to untangle the slippery mess of time itself.

Your work is decidedly less glamorous than Loki’s—almost no fieldwork, lots of files. Endless files. Some days you feel as though you must have seen every file in the TVA’s extensive library and then you’re immediately proven wrong by another wing of filing cabinets that you swear wasn’t even there before.

Although he is generally well-behaved as your desk neighbor, Loki’s presence has a way of distracting you. Even if you didn’t know who he was, your gaze would still naturally drift his way, lingering on those regal cheekbones, that ink black hair, that cunning smirk. The way that the fabric of his dress pants clings to his thighs certainly doesn’t help, to say nothing of how his forearms look with his shirtsleeves rolled up. He can make your heart start to race with no more than a casual glance in your direction and god help you if he gives you one of those devastating smiles. Luckily, you don’t think he takes that much notice of you. You have the sort of pleasantly dull exchanges of coworkers who don’t really know each other and he is almost painfully polite to you. It’s a strong departure from the way he interacts with others—with others, he is bold, charming, sarcastic, talkative, a far cry from the more subdued, almost courtly tone he strikes with you. It’s a difference that is so stark that you can’t help but attribute it to some sort of negative feeling on his end.

“How’s it going with Loki?” Mobius asks you during a one-on-one meeting a couple of months after Loki’s temporary desk becomes his permanent desk. “He’s behaving himself, right?”

“It’s been fine,” you say, “though truthfully, I don’t think he likes me all that much.”

“What? Of course he likes you,” Mobius says. “Why wouldn’t he like you? You’re lovely.”

You shrug. “I dunno, he’s just different with me than he is with everyone else. Like…overly polite. It’s like he thinks I’m going to send him to the principal’s office or something.”

“Let me get this straight,” says Mobius. “First you were worried that he wouldn’t behave himself and now you’re worried that he’s too well-behaved?”

Privately, you realize he has a point. Outwardly, though, you’re not going to admit it. The sardonic tilt of Mobius’ mouth suggests that he knows this.

“No, I just…I don’t think he likes me all that much,” you say. “And he’s entitled to that. People don’t like each other all the time, it’s not a big deal.”

This is also a little bit of a lie—you do wish he liked you. Loki is so magnetic it’s hard not to want his attention. And with the matter of your silly little crush, well…that doesn’t help either.

Mobius sighs. “I think you’re overthinking this. He likes you, sometimes it just takes him a little time to warm up. He’s a bit of a prickly guy.”

You bite down the urge to point out that you’ve seen him warm to other people almost immediately. This conversation has already gone on longer than you want and you are edging dangerously close to having to admit that you care so much because you have a big stupid crush on him, which is obviously unacceptable.

“Well, the point is that it’s fine,” you say quickly, trying to project an aura of cool confidence. “I don’t have any complaints, he seems like he’s settling in, so let’s move on. Did you have any feedback on my recent report?”

The furrow between Mobius’ eyebrows deepens just slightly, the only indication that he doesn’t fully believe you. But for whatever reason, he decides to let it go and follows your change in topic without further comment.

This is one of the reasons you like Mobius as much as you do: he always seems to know the right moment to push and the right moment to bend.

You’re not sure if your relationship with Loki would have changed had it not been for the problem of Charles Berlitz.

The joke around the office is that after Mobius convinced Loki to work for the TVA, he needed something new to obsess over and Charles Berlitz was the next best option. It’s hard to say exactly who Berlitz is, as he has a tendency of showing up, well…everywhere. He is quite literally in every timeline, at least as far as anyone can tell. Sometimes he is an author, penning serious, scholarly essays on outlandish theories like the Bermuda Triangle and the Philadelphia Experiment. He seems to have a fondness for all manner of schemes—he was responsible for introducing both homeopathy and multi-level marketing to no fewer than sixty different timelines. His ability to peddle bullshit naturally led him to politics—pick any rebellion, coup, or campaign on any given timeline and there’s a good chance you’ll also find Charles Berlitz.

Scammers and con artists are not atypical in your line of work, but what makes Charles Berlitz an enduring mystery is that he has never been found. You can have reputable documentary evidence that Berlitz was present at a certain time and location, but if you show up to investigate, he is never there. There have been some glimpses over the years—a shadowy face in the back of a crowd, the hem of a cloak disappearing behind a corner—but nothing concrete or substantive.

“Our ghost in the timeline,” Mobius had said in one of his more poetic moments at an all staff meeting, his voice overly hushed and dramatic. You had seen Loki roll his eyes and you had to fake a coughing fit to hide your laugh.

Time moves differently at the TVA, so it’s hard to say how long Mobius has been working on this case when he makes a breakthrough, but it’s not terribly long after your conversation about Loki. A campaign button had been found in an apartment that Berlitz rented for two years in the French Quarter. That particular campaign button could only have existed in one specific timeline and its distribution was limited. You aren’t entirely clear on all of the details, but Mobius seems to have a plan.

And unfortunately, that plan involves you giving up most of your weekend to work.

It’s near quitting time on what passes for a Friday at the TVA. Loki has been in today and you can hear him starting to pack up. Technically, he’s got twenty minutes of work left, but you’re not about to tell him that.

You doodle absently on your notepad. Technically, you’ve also got twenty minutes of work left, but realistically: nothing is happening.

“Oh, great, you’re both still here.”

In general, this phrase has never meant good news for you and when you look up, you see Mobius with a sizable armful of files.

Also not a great sign.

Mobius plunks the stack of files directly on your desk. “There’s been a development with Berlitz. I need you both to review these now.”

“It’s Friday,” says Loki, affronted. “Surely it can wait until Monday.”

“No can do. I need this done by Sunday at the latest,” says Mobius. “This is an all hands on deck situation.”

Loki glances pointedly at the office around you, which has already started emptying out for the weekend.

“All hands on deck, but most hands are already in the field,” Mobius concedes. “Which is why I need the two of you—” He points to you. “You because you’re good—” He gestures to Loki. “And you because you’ve got desk duty.”

“I beg your pardon—” begins Loki.

“He’s grounded,” Mobius says to you in an exaggerated stage whisper.

This is not surprising to you: you had heard a rumor last week about an incident that had occurred on a mission to the inauguration of Richard Nixon and you suspect that these two events are likely connected.

You look at the pile of paperwork on your desk. You could probably get through it on your own in a couple of hours, but if Loki’s helping, maybe you still have a shot at having Saturday to yourself. You bite back a sigh. “What do you need me to find?”

“Anything that mentions anyone from the Lucchese crime family or Nero Variant N2815,” says Mobius. “I’ll go get the rest.”

Your heart sinks. Farewell, Saturday. “There’s more?” you say.

“It’ll be triple overtime, I already got it approved!” he calls over his shoulder

You sigh and glance at Loki who is scowling at the pile of files as though they’d wronged him personally.

There’s a long moment of silence before you speak. “Is there any truth to the rumor I’ve been hearing about the Nixon inauguration?” you ask.

“If it involved a hot air balloon, then yes,” he says rather tonelessly.

“Well.” You pause as you stare at the pile of papers. “At least it was worth it.”

That at least earns you a hint of a smile.

*

Several hours later, your stomach is growling and you’ve developed a rather impressive crick in your neck.

You lean back in your chair, stretching your neck to the side and rubbing the knot that is pulsing in your upper trapezius. Office work has done nothing positive for your posture in general, but tonight’s work has you hunched over more than usual and your neck is aching.

You and Loki have made good progress, but your pile of finished and sorted files is scarcely comparable to the full cart that Mobius had brought in. Back when the evening was new and you weren’t quite so tired, you’d been optimistic about possibly having half a Saturday free from work; that hope has slipped away the longer the evening has dragged on. Now you’re hoping that you’ll still have a bit of Sunday to yourself and even that feels unlikely.

Your stomach growls again. You should probably eat something—you’d worked through your regular dinner hour in a fit of misplaced optimism. The cafeteria is closed this time of night, but there’s a vending machine not far from your office that has shitty coffee and mostly edible sandwiches.

You stand and stretch, stifling a yawn as you turn around. “I’m gonna grab a coffee and some dinner,” you say. “Do you want anything?”

Loki looks up at you from the file in front of him, blinking somewhat dazedly and running a hand through his messy curls. “I’d like to stretch my legs a bit, if you don’t mind the company.”

You honestly didn’t expect him to want to join you. It’s a pleasant surprise, certainly, but also a little nerve wracking in the way that interacting with Loki always is. He’s so handsome and aloof and you’re not quite sure how to talk to him without acting like a total fool.

But you’re also not about to say no, either.

“Of course,” you say, “I don’t mind at all.”

The TVA is unusually quiet at this time of night—the steady hum of fluorescent lights and the murmur of distant voices is all that accompanies the tap of your shoes on the linoleum. It only heightens the jittery, nervous feeling you get from Loki—like your stomach is filled with drunk, lightning struck butterflies.

“Are you finding much?” asks Loki as you enter the hallway together.

You shrug. “A bit. Mostly on the Nero variant. I’m not having as much luck with the Luccheses.”

“I’ve got all of their property transfers, I think,” he says. “Renato Lucchese never met a vineyard he didn’t like.”

“Or racehorses, from what I understand,” you say. “I think that’s how he lost most of his money.”

You arrive at the vending machines. Loki looks at the vending machines and then back at you, a somewhat puzzled and troubled expression on his face.

“This is what you meant when you said you were going to get coffee and dinner?”  he says.

You shrug. “Yeah, what’s wrong with this?”

He points at the coffee machine. “Mobius calls that machine Satan’s coffeemaker, does he not?”

“Yes, but I know how to trick it into giving me something that’s almost palatable,” you say.

Loki gives you a rather dry look. “Something that’s almost palatable?”

“I mean, I’m just trying to manage your expectations. It’s still pretty shitty coffee, it just tastes less burned.”

He looks at you for a long moment before tilting his head toward the hallway. “Come on, let’s go.”

It’s your turn to look skeptical. “What are we doing?”

“We’re going out for dinner.”

*

He takes you to a twenty-four hour diner called Frank’s that’s maybe a five minute walk from the TVA. It’s one of those places with yellowing Formica tables and big booths covered in red faux leather patched with the occasional square of duct tape. It smells like coffee and grease with a faint odor of cigarette smoke despite the prominent no smoking signs.

“I wouldn’t have thought this kind of place was your style,” you say as you sit down in a booth next to the window.

“I’ve expanded my horizons,” he says, sliding into the seat across from you.

An older woman with greying blonde hair approaches your booth. She wears a nametag reading “Connie” in big capital letters, a sticker of a pink cat stuck on the space next to her name.

“How y’all doin’ tonight?” she says as she hands you each a laminated menu. She looks at Loki. “You want your usual?”

“Please,” he says.

“You got it.” She turns to you. “How ‘bout you, hon, can I get ya started with something to drink?”

“Coffee would be great.”

“All right, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

You raise your eyebrows at Loki as she walks away. “You eat at diners and you have a usual order. My expectations are being completely upended.”

He returns your pleasantly amused expression. “And you have vending machine coffee for dinner. It’s a revealing night.”

“I mean, I don’t actively seek it out,” you say. “It’s a convenient option that I exercise only when I have no other choice.”

“No other choice?” A sly smile curls at his lips. “Do you not have the entire array of space and time at your fingertips?”

“Well, first of all, we aren’t supposed to use TemPads for personal errands without a supervisor’s approval.”

“Technically.”

“No, actually. It’s in the personnel manual. Like verbatim.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You would put yourself through the egregious physical suffering of vending machine coffee simply to appease the capricious whims of our cruel overseer Miss Minutes?”

You bite back a laugh. “You know she’s not actually our boss, right?”

“I can’t discount that possibility. She wields a concerning amount of power within the organization.”

Connie is back with your drinks—coffee for you and tea for Loki. “Sunday Special?” she asks Loki as she sets a metal teapot and empty mug in front of him.

“Please,” he says.

“You got it.” She looks at you. “Didya get a chance to look at the menu or do you need a minute?”

You’re feeling a little daring. “I’ll try the Sunday Special as well.”

“All right, two Sunday Specials comin’ right up,” she says, collecting your menus.

“So, what’s in a Sunday Special?” you ask Loki as you take a sip of your coffee.

“Boiled fish eggs, mainly,” he says, pouring the hot water into his tea mug.

“Liar,” you say promptly.

He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t even look at the menu, how could you know?”

“Places like this don’t serve fish eggs,” you say. “Way too unusual and definitely the wrong price point.”

“I suppose you’ll just have to see,” he says with a playful glint in his eyes. The easy charm that you’ve seen him use with the others is on full display and it’s enough to make you giddy. Maybe he doesn’t dislike you after all.

“Well, if it’s fish eggs, you’re picking up the bill,” you say, “and I’ll be getting something else instead.”

“You’d really hold me responsible for your impulsive dinner selections?”

“Yep. And I don’t even feel bad about it.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you could be so unforgiving.”

“Well, you don’t know me all that well.”

“To be fair, you keep to yourself quite a bit.”

“A little bit,” you say. “But also to be fair, you haven’t really asked.”

“On work time?” he says, widening his eyes in mock horror. “That would mean write ups for both of us, I couldn’t let that happen.”

“I think I know enough about you to know that getting in trouble is not one of your primary concerns.”

He gives you a sly smile, like you’ve caught him out and he likes it. “That’s a diplomatic way to put it.” He takes a sugar packet from the dispenser on the table and tears it open before pouring it into his mug. “Well, we’re on break now, so you can safely tell me something about yourself.”

You drum your fingers on your coffee mug. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, this can’t be the only part of your life. Who are you outside the TVA? What did you do before this?”

That giddy feeling comes to a screeching halt and you take in a long, slow breath. It’s a simple question, one that most people can answer to some degree. For you, though, it’s a bit more complicated.

“Well,” you say. You take a sip of your coffee, mostly to give your hands something to do. “I don’t actually know—I chose not to remember when they gave me the option.”

You’re surprised by how gentle his eyes are when you look up. “My apologies,” he says, “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” you say and you really do mean it. “You couldn’t have known.”

Usually, you say something like this and then gently redirect the conversation, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes you want to continue. Like maybe he understands difficult things and doesn’t mind hearing about something that others would shy away from.

“When they told us everything and said they could fix our memories…” You clear your throat and focus your gaze just above his shoulder. “It’s weird, but I just had a feeling that it wouldn’t be good for me to know…that something really bad had happened. So I asked Mobius to check for me, just to be sure…” You swallow, blinking hard.

You remember how sad Mobius’ eyes were, how he’d gently placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “I think you’re making the right call, kid.”

“It’s not really okay, is it?” Loki says softly.

You shrug. “I mean, it’s…it is what it is.”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

“It’s not a lie—”

He raises a skeptical eyebrow and you remember that he is, in fact, the god of lies.

“It’s more like…I can’t really miss what I don’t know, but at the same time, the reality of that absence hurts a little. So maybe not exactly okay, but not exactly not okay, either.”

There’s a lot of kindness in his gaze and you have to look away because it makes your head spin and your breath catch in your throat. “I’m not really sure if that makes sense,” you say.

“It does.”

There’s a silence between you, but it’s not uncomfortable.

“Do you…do you think you’d want to forget if you had that option?” You’re not entirely sure what prompts the question and you regret it almost as soon as it leaves your mouth. “I’m sorry, that’s probably too personal.”

He shakes his head and there’s a warmth in his eyes that you don’t expect. “I rather think I owe you one.” He pauses, running a finger around the rim of his mug. “Sometimes I do,” he says finally. “It can be quite painful remembering.” He worries his lip between his teeth. “But I’m not sure who I would be without the knowledge of my past, either.” His gaze flicks back to you. “What’s it like for you? Do you feel like you know who you are without those memories?”

It’s a good question—one you’ve never been asked. “I mean, it’s hard to say for sure. I think I do,” you say. “Sometimes I wonder if I was different in my timeline. Maybe I was kinder because I had different experiences that made me more empathetic. Maybe I wasn’t—maybe I was worse. Maybe I had a villain arc.”

He chuckles. “That doesn’t seem likely.”

“I dunno, maybe it explains the vending machine coffee and my fish egg related threats,” you say and you feel almost giddy when he returns your smile. “Or maybe I’m the same and all those experiences that shaped me are just scars I can’t see.” You shrug and take a sip of your coffee. “At the end of the day, though, that timeline is gone. I’m all that’s left. It’s sad, but it’s also freeing, in a way.”

He nods. “Mobius has said much the same.”

You smile slightly. “Our philosophies are similar, I suppose, though I think there are probably more bits of his past self in his present self than he realizes.”

Loki grins. “It’s the jet skis, isn’t it?”

“I mean, I just don’t think most normal people spend that much time expounding on the reliability of the Yamaha engine versus the pure, raw power of the Kawasaki.”

Loki holds up a finger. “But have you gotten the lecture about Yamaha’s braking system?”

“I think I have that memorized at this point.”

“‘The perfect choice for families.’”

“‘You just tap the brakes. Just tap them. Perfectly smooth stop every time.’”

“‘Reliability meets affordability.’”

“‘You can’t say no to that.’”

You think you probably could have riffed on this for a bit, but you’re interrupted by the arrival of Connie with your dinner.

The Sunday Special turns out to be a fairly traditional breakfast—eggs, hash browns, two fluffy pancakes, sausage, toast, a little bowl of strawberries.

“Definitely lots of fish eggs in this meal,” you say to Loki after Connie leaves.

His smile is small, but genuine. “You haven’t looked under the pancakes yet.”

You feel it then, but you don’t fully understand until later that this dinner has unlocked something important between the two of you. After months of awkward, stilted conversation, it’s like you finally understand how to talk to each other. And you’re surprised to find that even outside of your big stupid crush, you actually like Loki. You like his sly smiles and his dry humor and how easily the two of you fall into a routine of playful banter. You click in a way that surprises you, in a way that makes you mourn the lost potential of all those awkward, stilted months and feel giddy about the possibilities ahead.

Dinner is over too soon and you walk back to the TVA feeling revived from the coffee and the conversation. 

Disaster awaits you back at the office, though: you’d left a stack of the Nero variant files on your desk and evidently the construction was too precarious, as the entire pile had tipped off your desk and spilled to the floor, contents scattered everywhere.

“Fucking hell,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. You’re not sure whether you want to laugh, cry, or scream. Possibly, it’s all three.

“Here.” Loki is bending down on the floor to gather the files. You studiously try to not ogle his ass or thighs. Or at least not obviously. “Clear off some space on your desk—I’ll help.”

Twenty minutes later, you’ve set up an entirely new system—Loki has dragged his chair over to your desk and the cart of unsorted files sits between you, like a surly metallic chaperone. And even later when you’ve sorted out all of the files from the floor, he remains parked at the end of your desk, a stack of new, unsorted files in front of him. Admittedly, it’s a lot more efficient for you to work like this: privately, though, it gives you a warm glow that has nothing to do with workplace efficiency.

“I’ve invented a new game,” he says some time later. 

“What’s that?”

“Every time either one of us finds documentation showing Renato Lucchese losing money on a racehorse he was told was not a good investment, I get to have a drink.”

You look up at him. “Look, I know you’re a god and everything, but I am pretty sure that will kill you.”

He sighs and tosses the file into the Lucchese pile. “I think it would add a little excitement to the evening, don’t you?”

You raise your eyebrows and look back at the file in front of you. “You mean this isn’t your idea of a fun Friday night?”

“My idea of a fun Friday night includes far fewer files and a lot more debauchery,” he says, taking a new file from the cart.

You glance at the clock. “Well, it’s only eleven. I don’t usually start body shots until after midnight.”

“What are body shots?”

For one horrifying moment, you think that you’re going to actually have to explain this to him, but then you get a good look at his expression.

He’s teasing you.

“You’re an ass,” you say, swatting him on the shoulder with the file you’re holding.

He wags a finger at you. “That’s workplace violence. I’m going to have to report that.”

You lean back in your chair and return to your file. “I’m pretty confident that you’ll be put off by the amount of paperwork that process requires.”

He shakes his head as he returns to his own file. “Uncontrolled bureaucracy is how bad actors escape accountability.” There’s a brief pause. “And…there’s another racehorse.”

You continue on like this for the rest of the evening, occasionally chatting and Loki proving definitively that the Renato Lucchese racehorse drinking game could not be played without resulting in a fatality. It’s nice, though. Yes, it’s sorting files and yes, it’s not the most intellectually riveting task you’ve ever done, but spending time with Loki is nice. It’s because of this that you find yourself trying to stay awake, pushing past your looming exhaustion.

But around two, you can’t quite fight the heaviness of your eyelids any longer and you doze off in the middle of a report on the sinking of the Lusitania.

“Hey.” Loki is gently shaking your shoulder. The way he says your name in that deliciously deep voice makes you want to swoon and you’re glad that you have the ready made excuse of sleepiness to explain any embarrassing behavior on your end.

“I think you’d better call it a night,” he says gently. “Get some sleep and come back with fresh eyes.”

“What about you?” you say. “Are you going to do the same, or are you just all talk?”

He smiles at you and it warms you to the very tips of your toes. You could bask in that smile like a cat in a sunbeam.

“I’m starting to fade a bit myself,” he says

“Very convenient,” you say and he grins at you.

“Come on, I’ll see you back home.”

Part of you wants to protest—there’s really no need for him to walk you home—but a larger, louder part of you wants to let it be, prolong the magic of tonight for just a little longer.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you walk out of the office together. 

“What time do you think you’re going to come in tomorrow?” he asks as you approach the residential wing. “It’s probably sensible to coordinate our efforts a bit.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point,” you say. “I was thinking nine, but that will be dependent on how much coffee I have.”

“Yes, about that,” he says. “I cannot stand idly by and watch you torture yourself with vending machine coffee.”

“Well, the cafeteria will be open, so I was going to torture myself with cafeteria coffee, which is at least thirty percent less over brewed.”

He clicks his tongue. “You’re not making a compelling case for yourself.”

“To be fair, it’s quite late and I’ve been staring at files for hours.”

“All the more reason to get decent coffee,” he says. “We’re going out for breakfast.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, we are?”

“Consider it an intervention,” he says. “I’ll come collect you at eight.”

You’re not quite sure if this is just his natural confidence and swagger coming through or if he’s flirting with you and this counts as a date.

“Where are we going?”

“I know a place.”

*

The place in question turns out to be a food cart in Central Park in 1998.

“Should I even bother asking if you have supervisor approval for this?” you say, looking skeptically at the time door glimmering before you.

Loki scoffs. “I don’t have a supervisor.”

“You do. It’s Mobius.”

“That can’t be right, we’re peers.”

“You’re absolutely not. Did you read any of the onboarding materials?”

He ignores your question. “I don’t see why I’d even need a supervisor, honestly.”

You snort. “Need I remind you of what happened at the Nixon inauguration?”

He spreads his hands in front of him. “It’s not my fault that I’m the only one with a sense of humor.”

“I’m not entirely sure that was the problem,” you say. “Gerald Ford is never going to be the same, from what I understand.”

Loki waves a dismissive hand. “He’ll be fine, the tail isn’t permanent. Now, are you coming or not?”

You roll your eyes at him and make a halfhearted complaint about proper protocol, but you know that you’re walking through that time door and not looking back. You knew that before he even posed the question.

The food cart is owned by a man named Samir who has a wide smile and booming laugh. He talks to Loki like he’s a friend and he tells you that you have the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. You are fairly certain he’s exaggerating, but you stuff a few extra bills into the tip jar anyway.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” says Loki as you walk away, each carrying a coffee and a brown paper bag with a breakfast sandwich.

“Fell for what?” you say, batting your eyes at him. “I do have beautiful eyes.”

“I’ve heard him say that on at least thirty separate occasions.”

“Yeah, but this time he really meant it. I could tell.”

He rolls his eyes and leads you to a park bench overlooking a wide, grassy field. The leaves are just starting to change and the air has a little bit of a bite to it. 

You sit down on the bench and take a sip of your coffee.

“It is good coffee, I’ll give you that,” you say.

“See,” says Loki, “you can’t go back to that vending machine sludge after this.”

“I mean, if it’s eleven o’clock at night and I’m on a deadline, I can.”

“Darling. You have a TemPad.”

“Loki. Read the personnel manual.”

He wrinkles his nose. “It’s not really my genre.”

You roll your eyes and take out your breakfast sandwich. “What is your genre?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that a serious question?”

“Of course it is,” you say. “I love talking about books.”

He gives you a slight smile and takes a sip of his coffee. “A little bit of everything, honestly,” he says. “Philosophy. Magical theory. History. Politics. Anything from Asgard, really, though it can be a bit more challenging getting some of those titles.”

“I’ve had pretty good luck with the Library of the Sacred Timeline—have you checked there yet?”

He frowns. “I’m not familiar.”

“Oh, you’d like it—it’s on the eighteenth floor. It’s intended to be a collection of the greatest works of literature from as many branches of the timeline as possible,” you say. “It started as a research project, but people liked it and it just kind of evolved into this huge collection. They’ve actually got a pretty sizeable collection of books from Asgard.”

It’s like you’ve told him that his personal paradise had been located on the eighteenth floor this entire time. “Will you show me?”

He is practically vibrating with the sort of anticipatory, manic energy that you typically would associate with Christmas morning right before you tear into presents. It’s sweetly endearing.

“Of course.”

Ten minutes later, you’re leading him through the winding hallways on the eighteenth floor. You’re not surprised he hasn’t heard about the library—it’s a bit out of the way and the eighteenth floor is so poorly designed that it’s not terribly easy to find.

The design of the library is a sharp departure from the rest of the TVA. The shelves and floors are made of the kind of dark mahogany that you typically see in the kind of estates that look like something directly out of a Jane Austen novel. Worn oriental rugs muffle your footsteps on the creaky wood floors and the air smells faintly of dust and paper.

There’s a subtle change in Loki when you walk through the doors—almost like a muscle in his shoulders finally relaxes and he seems truly at home for the first time since he arrived.

You touch his hand. “This way.”

You lead him into the stacks, back to the far corner, right after the books from Alfheim.

“You can borrow whichever ones you like,” you say softly. “There’s a sign out sheet at the front desk.”

He nods, though you don’t think he really hears you—he only has eyes for the shelves, his gaze sweeping across the spines like they’re old friends. You’re about to excuse yourself to give him a little privacy when his brow furrows and he exhales sharply. “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“What is it?”

They have the entirety of the finest Asgardian literature at their disposal. Untold centuries of the writings of our greatest minds—” he plucks a book off the shelf, “—and they choose to include this?”

The title looks fairly innocuous—a red, leather bound book with the title The Cloistered Heart embossed in gold script on the front. You take the book from him and open it. “What’s the problem with this?”

“It’s inconsequential fluff, literary pablum of the highest order.”

This is the Loki that you’re more familiar with and a smile curls at your lips. Almost on cue, you flip the book open to a chapter titled “The Wedding and Bedding of Aloisa.”

You bite back a laugh and look up at him. “It’s a romance novel.”

“Precisely my point,” he says. “To think that this is on the same shelf as Nielsen and Auber.”

“That’s kind of how libraries work,” you say, flipping further into the book. The phrases “throbbing length” and “eager moans” draw your eye and you have to tamp down another laugh. “Oh, and it’s a sexy romance novel.”

“It appeals to the lowest common denominator, yes.”

“What, so you’re too good for a bodice ripper?”

He scoffs. “I prefer to do the bodice ripping myself, not read some overwrought description of it.”

You are glad you’re looking at the book because you’re pretty sure you’d disintegrate if you had to make eye contact with him while he delivered that line. “Oh spare me,” you say lightly, snapping the book shut and drawing it to your chest. “I’m gonna read this.”

He blows out a puff of air. “It’s a waste of your time.”

“I’ve got lots of time, I can afford to waste it,” you say cheekily. “Besides, I’m curious to see what kind of book turns the god of mischief into a pearl clutching prude.”

Loki sputters. “Prude? Darling, let me assure you, I’m no prude—”

“I’ll leave you to browse,” you say with a grin as you turn away from him. “Come find me at the front when you’re ready to go.”

You’re a few chapters into the book when Loki rejoins you at the front of the library, a small stack of books tucked under his arm.

You close your book with a snap. “This book is a delight. I think your real issue is just that you’re no fun.”

He scoffs. “I’m very fun.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You bicker playfully back and forth as you check out your books and leave the library. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you spent much more time there than you’d planned. You can’t quite bring yourself to worry about that, though, not with the memory of Loki’s wonderstruck expression burning so bright in your mind.

There’s a bit of a lull in the conversation as you wait for the elevator.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“For what?”

“For showing me that.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you didn’t know about it sooner.”

He looks at you, lips parting slightly like he’s about to say something. His tongue swipes briefly over his bottom lip and you would swear that his gaze drops to your mouth for just a second.

For just a second—one heady, slightly irrational second—you think he might be about to kiss you.

The ding of the elevator arriving breaks the spell, startling you just a little. You run a hand through your hair, trying to give off the impression of composure even as your heart beats wildly in your chest.

Loki gestures to the elevator doors. “After you.”

There is a group of analysts in the elevator already, chatting animatedly and completely obliterating any chance you may have had at recapturing that moment.

You try not to dwell too much in contemplating what ifs or timeline branches—often, it feels too much like work, something Mobius might assign you.

But you know that the possibility of that moment—what if the elevator had been a hair slower, what if those analysts had taken a different route, what if you were braver—you know that’s something that’s going to haunt you for a while.

*

You wouldn’t give up that time in the library for anything—it’s one of those moments that feels formative, something that you’ll return to again and again for one reason or another.

But it’s also true that it’s time that you probably could have used for sorting files and as Saturday ticks on, you can’t help but wish you had a way to pull another hour out of somewhere.

“We’re not going to be able to make this deadline, are we?” you say with a sigh.

It’s getting late into the evening and the cart of files still to be sorted still remains depressingly full, despite the fact that you’d brought both lunch and dinner back to your desk so you could continue working.

Loki eyes the remaining files. “I think we might. We made good progress today.”

You rub your eyes. “My brain feels like it’s about to leak out my ears.”

Loki takes the file you are working on and sets it back in the stack of unsorted files. “I think that might be a sign it’s time to turn in,” he says.

“There’s still so much left.”

“There’s still tomorrow.”

You reach for the file. “Well, let me just—”

He pulls your hand away from the pile. “You can come back to it in the morning. Besides, if you’re this tired, you’re not going to do good work anyway.”

He squeezes your hand and drops it. It’s brief enough to still be friendly, but unusual enough to make you wonder and send your mind racing back to that moment by the elevator.

You shake the thought away. It’s late and you’re tired.

You heave a world weary sigh and slump back in your chair. “I hate it when you’re right.”

To his credit, he only smirks a little. “Come on. I’ll walk you back.”

Once again, there’s no reason for him to do this, but once again, you’re inclined to let him.

You pack up for the evening and walk out of the office side by side. You’re trying very hard not to think about the fact that this is likely the last night that you’ll do this, that tomorrow the assignment will be over.

As you near the residential wing, you start to hear distant shouts. If you inhale deeply, you catch a very faint whiff of explosives—you’re not sure what kind.

“I think someone brought work home,” you say with a sigh. 

This happens from time to time—things get out of hand in the field or something happens when retrieving an asset or a target and all hell breaks loose at the TVA. Mobius had once referred to it as “bringing work home” and the name had stuck.

“Wasn’t there an incident in this wing not long ago?” asks Loki.

“Yes.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I had to call off the next day—I got no sleep that night.” You listen carefully, trying to determine the source of the noise and the status of the problem. “But maybe it’s almost over,” you say with an optimism you don’t fully feel. “Sometimes these things are resolved really quick.”

Your heart continues to sink the closer you come to your home. The acrid burn of explosives only increases and you think you catch the low, dull roar of something not quite human.

And indeed, when you turn the final corner, you are immediately stopped by an electric blue barrier being monitored by a hunter. G-21–you’ve worked with her on a couple of missions before.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“There’s an ongoing incident in this area,” says G-21 and you almost want to laugh because no shit. 

“How long do you think it’s gonna be closed off?” you ask.

She shrugs. “We’re at a code 54 right now, but it’s probably gonna escalate.”

With pitch perfect timing and before you can even try to remember what a code 54 means, there’s an almighty crash and a low bellow.

“Go!” she yells before running toward the commotion amid frantic calls for backup.

Loki is grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a run.

Your standard issue work shoes are comfortable enough on a day to day basis, but you certainly want to have words with whoever decided that leather soled shoes with absolutely no grips were a good choice for a building floored almost entirely in linoleum. In a low stakes situation, it’s meant occasionally you wipe out in the cafeteria and hurt nothing but your pride. In this situation, it means that Loki’s firm grip on your hand is the only thing keeping you upright.

But there’s a small mercy in that while you can still hear distant crashes and shrieks, whatever is happening down that hallway doesn’t seem to be following you and eventually, you both slow to a brisk walk and Loki drops your hand.

You haven’t even had a chance to consider where you are going to sleep tonight. You could probably curl up on that terrible couch in the office and just plan on getting up early enough to run back to your place for a quick shower and a change of clothes…assuming the incident resolves by then—

“You can stay with me,” says Loki, as though he can hear you trying to sort this out.

“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just—”

“If you say you’re going to sleep on that terrible couch in the office, I will personally take you to the most boring governmental proceeding I can find and leave you there until you come to your senses.”

“Sounds like a great place to fall asleep,” you say.

His eyes glint, but his tone brooks no arguments. “You’re staying with me tonight.”

You sigh, but you can’t think of a counterpoint. “When did you get so bossy?”

“Darling, I’m a prince,” he says with a bit of a wry smirk. “It’s my birthright.”

Loki lives on the opposite end of the residential wing and his place looks quite a bit like yours—he’s got an extra window in the kitchen but the floor plan is otherwise the same. A lot of his furniture is standard issue, but there are little details that make it seem more personal: an area rug with a bit of fraying on the edges, a painting of what you think is an Asgardian landscape, a vase filled with dried flowers so delicate they look like they might disintegrate if you were to touch them. And books—so many books. Books on shelves, stacked on the coffee table, tucked into the little rack that you know is meant to hold magazines. Hardbacks, paperbacks, leather bound, dog-eared, well-worn and brand new. It’s no wonder he was so excited about the library.

“Have a seat,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “I’ll get some things for you.”

You sit down and he disappears down the hall. You idly examine the books stacked on the end table next to you. Many are quite clearly from Asgard and it sparks a pang of sympathy—it’s like his homesickness is on full display in his living room and there’s something sweet and sad about seeing that vulnerability laid so bare.

He returns a few minutes later with a pair of pajamas, a toothbrush, and a hand towel.

“Here,” he says, handing you the pile. “Bathroom’s just down the hall. I’ll make up a bed for you.”

“Thanks.”

In the bathroom, you realize that the pajamas he’s given you aren’t the standard set you can order from the TVA. These are made of a dark emerald silk that ripples over your skin like water, and somehow, that makes it feel a thousand times more personal than if he’d loaned you a standard set. They don’t fit quite right on you, but they’ll work well enough for tonight.

You brush your teeth and attempt to get through as much of your evening routine as you can before collecting your clothes and exiting the bathroom.

When you return to the living room, you expect to find that he’s made up a bed for you on the couch. These living units only have one bedroom—it would be quite reasonable to have you sleep on the couch.

You do not expect to find a pajama clad Loki stretched out reading on the couch, a blanket over his lap and his head propped up on a pillow like he intends to sleep there.

You exhale slowly. “Please tell me you are not giving up your bed.”

“Don’t be absurd, of course I am,” he says without even looking up from his book. “The point of this was to prevent you from sleeping on a couch, not simply put you on a couch in a different location.”

You wish you had something to throw at him. “You don’t even fit on that couch.”

“Luckily, my knees bend. Besides, you’re a guest,” he says, as though that settles it.

You roll your eyes and plunk yourself down in the armchair across from the couch, setting your pile of clothes on the floor. “I’m not moving until you give up the couch.”

He finally looks up from his book. “You’re really going to do this?”

You examine your fingernails, flicking away an invisible speck of dust. “I’m not the one being unreasonable. I’m simply meeting you at your level.”

“If you think that I’m being unreasonable and you’re also saying you’re meeting me at my level, does that not mean you are admitting that you are being unreasonable?”

“It’s nearly one o’clock in the morning. I’m not arguing semantics with you.”

“Fine.” His eyes glimmer as he sets his book down and slowly rises to his feet. “But you’re still not sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh, you’re going to be so disappointed when you realize how wrong you are,” you say. You think you see your opening and you try to play it cool.

He’s walking toward you, leaving your path to the couch wide open. In your head, you can see exactly how this works: you’ll spring from your chair and dart around the coffee table before diving onto the couch like a baseball player sliding into home plate, soundly defeating Loki. Easy peasy.

Instead, what happens is that you spring to your feet and Loki moves with inhuman speed, grabbing you around your waist and pinning you to the front of his chest, stopping you in your tracks almost immediately.

“I suppose I should have expected that,” he says. Your back is facing him, but you can almost hear the dry, sardonic look he’s giving you.

“Probably,” you say. “God of mischief and all.” You struggle fruitlessly against his iron grip. “You can let me go now.”

He laughs. “I’m afraid I can’t. It was clearly a mistake to trust you. I won’t be making that error again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying again to squirm away from him. “Let me go.”

“The interesting thing about all of this is that you’ve made a rather substantial tactical error,” he says, continuing as though he can’t hear you.

“You’re bluffing,” you say with more confidence than you feel.

“Fascinating theory,” he says, “but I don’t think it’s going to work out for you.”

With that same ridiculous speed, he’s suddenly spinning you around and lifting you, tossing you easily over his shoulder.

“Hey!” you shout in protest.

“I warned you,” he says, his voice full of mirth as he carries you toward the bedroom.

This is not exactly how you’ve imagined being carried off to bed by Loki.

Though, admittedly, you do have a nice view of his ass.

“This is ridiculous,” you say.

“You brought this upon yourself.” He’s walking into the bedroom and a moment later, he’s lifting you from his shoulder and tossing you unceremoniously onto his bed.

You scramble to your feet and try to lunge toward the door, but he’s clearly expecting that. Before your feet even hit the floor, he catches you around the waist and hauls you back to the bed. Your back hits the mattress and you try to leverage the momentum to propel yourself back onto your feet.

He catches you immediately and you find yourself back on the bed again.

“I don’t mean to be patronizing,” he says, failing to bite back a laugh, “but it’s adorable that you think you can outmaneuver me.”

That is deeply offensive and the only way you can earn my forgiveness is by letting me take my rightful place on the couch.” You can’t quite keep the laugh from your voice.

He grins. “Not a chance.”

You attempt to dive off the opposite side of the bed, only to have him grab you by the ankles and pull you back. You manage to dislodge him and lunge in the opposite direction, only to be immediately thwarted.

It becomes increasingly hilarious the longer it goes on and soon your sides are aching from laughter. Loki is laughing too, but it doesn’t seem to affect his strength or speed at all.

Eventually, he wrestles you back down onto the bed and you are fairly certain there’s no way out of this one—he’s got your wrists pinned above your head and his legs locked around yours. You’re both a little out of breath.

“Yield,” he says.

You shake your head. “Never.”

His gaze flicks to your lips and back to your eyes. “Yield.”

“No.”

Something has changed. There’s an electricity and intensity that crackles in the air between you, possibilities blooming in both of your gazes. It feels a little like that moment by the elevator, but you’re afraid to hope, afraid to even wish because the idea of him wanting you still feels as impossible as capturing smoke with a net. 

But the way he’s looking at you, the way his gaze keeps drifting between your eyes and your lips…that’s not nothing.

“Yield.”

You lick your lips, your heart beating wildly. “No.”

Is it just your imagination, or did his breath hitch when you licked your lips?

“Yield.”

God, he’s so close and you want him so badly. 

“No.”

He looks again at your lips and this time, he closes the distance between you.

They call him Silvertongue—you’ve heard the jokes, you’ve rolled your eyes at all of them. But as he kisses you, you realize that there’s an element of truth there because only seconds in and you’re ready to sign away your soul to live under the power of Loki’s tongue. The slow, warm slide of it against yours, the way he guides your mouth against his, the way he lets out a soft sigh as he tastes you—you would give up everything if it meant you could stay like this.

“Yield,” he breathes against your lips.

“No,” you say.

He deepens the kiss, catching your lower lip between his teeth and gently tugging until you whimper and arch against him.

He still has your hands pinned against the bed, his grip unyielding when you try to wrestle them away.

“Let me touch you,” you say when he draws back. You want to touch him everywhere—run your hands along every muscle you’ve admired from afar. 

“Then yield,” he says with a grin, his eyes flashing with devilish intent.

You consider this for a moment. You could give in—there aren’t really any stakes at this point and you’re pretty sure you’re both going to end up sleeping in his bed tonight anyway. But that glint of mischief in his eyes also promises some intriguing possibilities if you stand firm.

“No,” you say.

“Such a pity,” says Loki, though his expression is one of hungry delight.

His hands slip free of your wrists then, but they stay pinned to the bed by some invisible force.

“Cheater,” you say. 

“I think this is only fair,” he says, his hands sliding to your hips. “I’m clearly the victor, am I not entitled to my prize?”

You shiver. “Your prize?”

“Yes.” He kisses down the column of your throat. “My lovely, lovely prize.”

“How can I be your prize if I’m also your competitor?”

“You think too much,” he mumbles against your neck.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Generally, it’s not.” He sits back on his heels between your legs, looking you over with satisfaction. “But in this case, it’s distracting you from more pressing matters.” His hands creep under the hem of your shirt, stroking the small of your back, thumbs tracing teasingly along the waistband of your pajama pants. 

“Have I mentioned how much I enjoy seeing you in my clothes?” he asks. There’s a husky depth to his voice and a hunger in his eyes that sends a flood of arousal to your cunt.

“You have not,” you say.

“A casualty of too much thinking,” he says solemnly, his thumbs gently grazing the skin at your hipbones. “You look utterly delectable. I almost want to leave them on.” His eyes glitter with mischief. “Almost.” His hand strays to the bottom button on your pajama top. “May I?”

You nod. “Yes.”

He slips the button free and slowly makes his way up until your shirt is open. He carefully pushes the fabric aside, baring your breasts to his sight and touch.

You’ve never felt more beautiful seeing Loki stare at you, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and hungry. He trails one hand up your stomach and rib cage and slowly brushes a thumb over your nipple. You gasp and the sensitive skin puckers and stiffens as he palms your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs as he lowers his mouth to your breast, his tongue and lips taking up the role of his hand, while his other hand moves to cup your other breast. You whimper, wishing you could run your hands through his hair. “That’s it,” he purrs, “I want to hear all the sounds you can make, my love.”

You rock your hips forward and arch your back as he lavishes attention on your breasts. It’s the most delicious kind of torture, having him so close, but not being able to touch him.

He’s taking his time, which you both love and hate. He feels so good, but you need him to touch you, you need to touch him, you need him inside of you. You wait until you can’t take it any more and breathe his name like it’s a prayer.

You wonder if this is what he was waiting for because with little more than a brief smirk and a wicked look, he starts kissing his way back up your chest and neck. You whimper when his lips meet yours and you can feel him grin as he kisses you. He fits his hips against yours, angling himself so that his cock rubs up against your clit just right and you moan into his mouth. You can tell that he’s big and part of you wants to savor the anticipation even though you feel like you might go mad if he doesn’t fuck you now. You rock your hips against him, trying to feel that friction.

His large hands frame your face, one hand sliding to cradle the back of your head so he can draw you deeper, the other trailing from your cheek to your throat.

Both hands soon stroke down your sides, lingering teasingly at the waistband of your pajama pants. He hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband and you lift your hips. He slides your pants down maybe an inch and you can feel him smiling as he kisses you. You lift your hips again and your waistband creeps down another inch.

“Loki.” His name falls from your lips with a sigh.

“What is it, my love?”

“Touch me,” you breathe. “Please.”

You lift your hips again and this time, he pulls the fabric fully down and off your legs. He guides your legs apart and stares appreciatively at your bare cunt, his teasing expression replaced by a rapt awe.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. 

You believe him.

His hands stroke your thighs, seemingly in no hurry, despite your pleading whimpers and the way you arch against the mattress. He draws his thumb gently along your slit, barely grazing your clit.

“Do you know what an utter distraction it’s been sitting behind you?” he asks, tracing your clit in the slowest, lightest circle.

You arch upward, hands still bound by his magic. “Tell me,” you breathe, your hips rising to chase his hand.

“Every time you stood up, I could only think about bending you over the desk.”

You manage a sly smirk. “And here I thought you didn’t like me much at all.”

His thumb presses a little more against your clit and you moan.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he says, rolling his thumb in a slow circle. “I kept you at arm’s length partly as a matter of protection.”

For who?”

“You,” he says. “I’m not fully redeemed in some eyes and you being involved with a dangerous variant—”

“You’re not,” you say.

“Some would disagree.”

“Well, they’re wrong,” you say. “You’re not a dangerous variant. You’re Loki Laufeyson and I want you just as you are.”

There’s something unreadable in his expression and it makes you wonder how many people have told him that he can just be himself.

“You should be careful saying such lovely things to me, you know,” he says solemnly.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh really? And why is that?”

“Because it makes me want to do very wicked things to you.”

You’re surprised you’re not shaking, you want him so badly. “What kinds of wicked things?”

“Oh, all manner of wicked things.” He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, his tongue swiping briefly against your skin. “Things with my mouth...” His thumb rolls over your clit again, his index finger teasing your entrance before retreating. “…my hands…” He drags his gaze over your naked form before locking eyes with you. “My cock.”

A shiver works its way up your spine. “So if I talk about how I think you’re really clever and funny and I find it unbelievably sexy, what sort of wicked thing would that merit?”

The intensity of his gaze makes you shiver again. He crouches down and presses another kiss against the inside of your knee, slowly moving upward. “If you keep talking like that, I’m not going to let you leave my bed for days.”

“You know that’s not a disincentive, right?” you say, sucking in a sharp breath as he nips at the soft skin of your inner thigh. “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, Loki.”

“I’ll make it weeks if you’re not careful.”

“Again, not a disincentive.” You gently tug at your bound wrists and find that they’re still firmly secured. It’s exhilarating, even though you really wish you could run your hands through his hair, especially if he ends up where you think he’s going.

“What else should I tell you?” you muse as he continues his agonizingly slow path along your thigh. “You know, half the reason I kept to myself was that I wanted you so much I was certain that I’d make a fool of myself.”

That earns you a few circles of your clit with his thumb, but his progress up your thigh remains slow. You have a theory about what might move the needle, though.

“I know you like to act like you’re this sort of barely reformed villain, but I think there’s more good in you than you’d like people to believe.”

This time, he moves up to the crease where your thigh joins your hip, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath ghosting along your labia. His tongue traces a line along your skin and you briefly wonder if you’ll be able to hold it together enough to deliver the last part.

“And,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, “yesterday and today made me want you even more because I feel like I finally saw who you really are and you’re even more wond—”

Your words abruptly give way to a breathy moan because his perfect, skilled tongue has finally found its way to your clit.

You had a plan from here, but whatever it was has dissolved into nothing under the skilled caress of Loki’s tongue. You suspected he would be good at this from the way that he’d kissed you earlier, but you could not have imagined that it would feel like this.

“Oh my god, Loki.” Your thighs are already quaking. You tug again at the invisible bonds on your wrists, but they hold fast. Something about the way the bonds are keeping you gently stretched along the bed combined with how his large hands have your thighs spread open seems to heighten every sensation. There’s no wiggling away from him or adjusting yourself so that you feel more or less of the onslaught of his tongue on your cunt. You are completely at his mercy and you’re not entirely surprised that you fucking love it.

He slides a finger into your aching channel and your cunt shudders around the thick intrusion. The warm, roiling center of your orgasm starts builds in your hips with every stroke of his tongue, spinning faster and faster, like ocean winds whipping up into a hurricane. Your back arches and his tongue presses flat against your clit, and suddenly you know that this is going to be what takes you over the edge.

Loki seems to know it too, at least from the way that he presses his tongue more firmly against you, one arm slung across your hips to hold you in place. His other hand slides two fingers inside you, rocking and curling against that aching, tender spot.

You whimper, your hips bucking wildly. It’s so good and so much and you are almost there.

You look down at him then, his hair wild, hollowed cheeks flushed pink as his tongue works you over, his eyes closed like he couldn’t imagine anything more blissful than being in between your legs while you come undone.

This is ultimately what tips you over the edge. The storm that has been forming inside you is finally let loose and you arch your back and cry out in a wordless scream as your climax crashes into you.

Only then do the bonds around your wrists release and your hands fly down to grab his hair as your body shakes with pleasure.

It takes a moment for you to get your breath back and reacquaint yourself with the concept of speech, but when you do, you find Loki looking up at you, his expression pure mischief.

“And to think you wanted to sleep on the couch.”

“It wasn’t that I wanted to sleep on the couch, it’s that—” Your voice cuts off as his tongue starts stroking your clit again.

“It’s what?” he asks in between strokes, his smirk obvious in his voice. The lingering ripples of your orgasm are coalescing around the path of his tongue, tightening that coil in your belly again.

“Fuck—you’re not playing fair, you can’t just—” You lose your sentence to a low moan that rises up from your chest. “You can’t just—fuck, yes—you can’t…oh god, yes, just like that.”

His laughter rumbles against you as your hips start rocking against his mouth. How are you already so close?

“You can’t just—fuck—win an argument by—”

You’re trying to say that he can’t expect to win an argument by making you come and you think he might understand this based on how determined he seems to be to prove you wrong. His fingers curl again until he finds that soft, tender spot that is so often the key to your unraveling.

You have stopped trying to complete that sentence—you moan, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on as the swell of your climax rushes up, inevitable as a tidal wave looming over a seaside village.

You cry out as it crests and breaks, falling down over you in a rush of tingling pleasure that feels like champagne and fireworks all at once.

“Now, what was it you were saying, my love?” he asks as he releases your clit a moment later. “Something about how I can’t just win an argument by making you come? I couldn’t quite hear you over the sound of you coming completely undone on my tongue.”

“Oh, you think you’re so smart,” you say, giving him a stern look as he crawls up your body.

“You know what I think?” he says, settling himself on his side next to you. “I think you liked submitting to me.”

You shiver before you can even think about hiding it and his smile turns decidedly vulpine. 

“You did, didn’t you? You liked having your hands bound and being completely at my mercy while I licked your pretty cunt until you came undone in my mouth.”

“You are enjoying this far too much,” you say.

“I am enjoying it the correct amount.”

You realize your hands are now free to explore his body and you tug at his pajama shirt. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” you say.

He gives you a wicked grin as he lets you pull his shirt over his head. “Yes, perhaps it’s time we even things up.”

You pull the shirt away and rake your eyes over him greedily, your hands following the path of your gaze. He is as perfect as you imagined, unfairly beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom.

You hook your thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and lower them an inch, a cheeky parallel of how he teased you earlier. His lips curl into a sharp smile when he realizes what you’re doing.

“Interesting strategy.” There’s a bit of a growl in his voice, a rough desperation that makes your cunt clench. “But I think you forgot that I have the upper hand here.”

He raises his hand and with a twist of his wrist, his remaining clothes dissolve in a shimmer of green and he is bare before you.

Your breath catches in your throat. His cock commands your immediate attention, nudging up against your thigh—he’s big, as you suspected, but completely bare and rock hard, he somehow seems longer and thicker than he had when he was grinding against you.

He pulls you into a slow kiss as you reach for his cock. You wrap your hand around him, delighting in the silky hardness of him, the way he throbs in your hand and the low groan he makes as your hand moves from base to tip and back, the way his hips thrust along with you. Your cunt clenches in anticipation.

After a moment, though, he places his hand over yours, slowing your movements.

“I need to be inside you,” he rasps.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He rolls on top of you  and you’re not sure that you’ve ever felt anything quite as wonderful as the heat of his bare skin and yours pressed together. This feeling means intimacy, a closeness that you’d longed for but never expected even in your wildest daydreams.

He pulls you into a kiss, slow, soft, and languid, like you have all the time in the world and he intends to take it. It’s decadent and dreamy and perfect.

But the heavy weight of his bare cock resting against your stomach combined with the ache between your legs—an ache that would be so perfectly soothed by the hard column of flesh currently throbbing against you—proves to be a force too powerful to resist for very long.

You cant your hips against him, snaking one leg around his waist, hoping he’ll get the hint.

He does.

He braces himself on one hand, the other sliding between your bodies to rub his cock along your slick folds. He positions himself at your entrance, waiting for your breathy plea to begin to ease himself slowly into you.

He fills and stretches you in the most wonderful way, but even more than that, he feels like home. The thought strikes you quite suddenly and you’re not entirely sure about everything it means, but you know it’s good and right.

He pauses for just a moment, seeming to savor the feeling.

“You feel better than I ever imagined,” he says.

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You imagined?”

He gives you a hungry smile as he leans in to kiss you. “Like I said: it has been an utter distraction sitting behind you.”

His rhythm is slow and easy, like he wants to take his time learning every inch of you and memorizing how you react to his touch. His mouth moves over yours in a slow kiss that’s somehow both languid and demanding, his tongue gliding in and out of your mouth in the same rhythm of his hips rocking into you. His cock bumps up against that sweet spot inside of you that his fingers had teased earlier, each stroke inching you closer to bliss.

He shifts the angle of his hips so that his pubic bone grinds against your clit and it feels so good you almost see stars. You can feel your orgasm building, your cunt growing slicker and tensing around his thrusting cock.

He draws back to look at you, eyes hazy with a loose, dreamy kind of pleasure.

“Do you have any idea how good you feel?” he breathes.

You are shaking. “Loki, I’m gonna come.”

“I know you are,” he purrs. “Let go for me, let me feel you, my love.”

With two more thrusts of his hips, you unravel.

He groans as you tremble around him, but mostly, he watches your face, rapt by the way you throw your head back against the bed and gasp his name like it’s the only thing that will save you.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he breathes. “Absolutely stunning.”

He waits until you catch your breath before he kisses you again, slow and sensual. His hips are still rocking in that beautifully slow rhythm and you don’t know how it can still feel so good.

He keeps moving against you, his touch and his low murmurs of praise invoking a symphony of sensations. He presses deeper and your body sings with every thrust, your muscles tensing and tightening around him like you never want him to leave. Your climax swells again and you come with a whimper, your whole body shaking as he fucks you through it.

You want him to come, want to hear the sounds he makes and feel his sweet, hot release burning inside of you.

“I want you to come for me,” you breathe.

He grins at you. “Oh, I will, but not yet. You’re not done yet.”

You whimper. “Loki—”

“Two more, my love, two more and then I’ll come for you.”

Somehow, you give him three. By the second one, he’s panting and his words have become rough, his voice a growl as he utters some of the filthiest praise you’ve ever heard. The third builds quickly after that and you know instinctively that you’re going to take him over the edge with you this time.

You fight to keep your eyes open against the tidal wave of pleasure blooming again in your hips. You need to see him come undone.

As in everything else he does, he’s unfairly beautiful—he throws his head back, letting out a low groan that you can feel all the way to the tips of your toes. His cheeks are flushed, a few ink dark curls plastered to the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You can feel him emptying himself inside you, his release hot and hard won.

It seems to last a long time and it’s another minute before his hips slow to a halt. He kisses you, so soft and sweet it would almost seem chaste were it not for the fact that his cock is still throbbing inside of you.

After a moment, he slowly eases out of you, rolling over onto his back, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to him like he can’t bear to be parted from you even for a moment.

You curl up against his side, your legs tangling with his. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before resting your clasped hands on his heart.

You could fall in love like this, you think sleepily to yourself.

You don’t know it then, but you’re right.

*

Time moves differently at the TVA, but a couple years later, there’s a ring in a box on your desk.

Loki likes a spectacle and you’d daydreamed about a traditional wedding, but when you talk it over, you both agree that you want to do something different, something quiet, something just for the two of you.

“I do think we should tell Mobius beforehand,” you say to Loki.

“Isn’t the point of eloping that no one knows until after it’s done?” says Loki.

“Yes, but I feel like we could make one exception,” you say. “If we’d done a full wedding, I would have asked him to give me away.”

Loki’s gaze softens a bit then and he pulls you close. “All right. But we only tell him right before we leave. The man can’t keep a secret.”

But Mobius doesn’t seem terribly surprised when you tell him—in fact, he seems far more concerned about your wedding gift.

“I didn’t have a chance to wrap it yet,” he says. He’s retrieved a large picture frame that had been propped against his desk, though he keeps it turned away from you. “So…this also requires a bit of an overdue confession for context.”

You raise your eyebrows. “A confession?”

“A confession,” says Mobius.

“Will I be angry about this?” asks Loki at the same time you say, “Is this like a go to jail confession or a misdemeanor confession?”

Mobius gives a good natured chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “God, the two of you. Always so dramatic. No wonder you ended up together.” He takes what feels like an unnecessarily long drink from the coffee mug on his desk. “It’s not bad, I promise.” Another sip of coffee. 

Loki sighs. “He always does this,” he says to you. “Have you noticed? Whenever he has something that you want to know, he stalls and drags it out just to torment you.”

“Okay,” you say, “but you jumping in to bicker with him probably doesn’t help.”

“I’m not bickering,” says Loki. “I’m simply pointing out that he’s stalling—”

“What was it you were saying, Mobius?” you say brightly, nudging Loki with your elbow.

Mobius’ eyes twinkle. “See,” he says to Loki, “I always liked her. It’s a good match.”

You don’t have to look at Loki to know he’s rolling his eyes, though he also makes a point of surreptitiously pinching your ass, a detail you hope Mobius doesn’t notice.

“Anyway,” says Mobius, taking a deep breath, “it was pretty clear to me from the start that you liked each other. And you also seemed absolutely determined to get in your own way.” He points to Loki. “Especially you with your whole stilted Asgardian prince thing.”

Loki frowns. “What are you talking about?”

Mobius sighs. “Anytime you like someone, it’s like your brain gets a factory reset and you get all overly polite and courtly.”

Loki scoffs. “I don’t do that at all.”

“You do. It’s deeply weird. You’re like a mannerly robot.”

Loki turns to you. “Darling, tell him he’s being absurd.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand. “You did call me ‘my lady’ a couple of times in the early days.”

Loki sighs and looks back at Mobius. “What was your point in mentioning this?”

“Well,” says Mobius, “you seemed pretty determined to get in your own way, so nothing was happening. And eventually I got sick of all of the pining, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

“What do you mean?”

Mobius pauses, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “There wasn’t a breakthrough with Berlitz that weekend. What there was was a surplus in the overtime budget and a high priority indexing project for Archives.”

Your lips part as your brain slowly puts the pieces together. Mobius’ eyes twinkle.

“Wait,” you say, “you lied to us?”

“I did not lie,” says Mobius, his demeanor suddenly becoming very serious. “That would have been wrong.” He nods at Loki. “Also, it would’ve tipped him off and that would have ruined the whole thing. I simply failed to mention that the cart of files that I gave you needed to be sorted for indexing for the Archives department and I peppered in a couple of unrelated things about Berlitz.”

“But the office was empty that weekend,” says Loki.

Mobius snaps his fingers. “Right. I did make some adjustments to the schedule that weekend.”

“And the disturbance that prevented her from returning home on Saturday night?”

Mobius spreads his hands wide and grins. “All me, buddy. Paid G-21 five hundred bucks for that one.”

Loki pauses for a moment and then looks at you. “I don’t think I can be mad about this. I’m genuinely impressed.”

“I mean, I can’t argue with the results, but Jesus, Mobius, you could’ve just set us up on a blind date,” you say.

“Ah, but that’s not as fun,” Mobius says. “Plus, it wouldn’t have made for as good a wedding gift.” He turns the frame around and hands it to you both.

It’s both your timecards from that pay period, neatly framed side by side. Your eyes well with tears and Mobius smiles.

“Honestly, I’m just relieved it’s not a jet ski,” says Loki.

“He's deflecting,” you say to Mobius in an exaggerated whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back.

But you can’t help but notice that Loki’s eyes are brighter than normal.

“Okay, now get out of here,” says Mobius. “You’ve got a wedding to get to.”

Twenty minutes later, you’re wearing a simple white dress and standing with Loki in front of a time door, your hand clasped in his.

“Technically, we don’t have a supervisor’s approval for this,” you say with a wry smile.

He looks at you, eyes dancing with mirth. “I had Mobius sign off on the paperwork while you were getting ready.”

Your heart swells and your smile is so wide that you feel like your face might split in two. “Then hurry up and marry me, Laufeyson.”

He grins and tugs you through the time door.

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But wait! There's more: I don't have a masterlist for this, but if you enjoy these idiots, check out Daylight, a sort of sequel.

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[simplyholl]

Truly Desperate

Summary: When you can’t get off, you go to your enemy on the team for help.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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Why did you have the worst luck out of everyone in the world? You had such a great start to your day. Your date had went so well, you invited him back to your room at the Avengers’ Compound. You hadn’t slept with anyone in months. He was so handsome, just your type. Dark, curly hair with light eyes, you were instantly drawn to him when you met him.

Things took a wrong turn as soon as you shut the door behind you. He made himself comfortable on your bed while you went to freshen up. You picked out your favorite black, lacy lingerie set covering it with a silky robe. Then someone pounded on your door loud enough to wake the dead.

“Lady Y/N! Come quickly, I need assistance.” Thor’s voice boomed from the hallway. You apologized to your date, and answered the door. “This better be life threatening.” You whisper, shutting the door behind you. He looks at you sheepishly, hiding something behind his back. “Never mind, I will find someone else...”

You reach behind him, revealing a jar of peanut butter. “What’s this?” You ask, getting madder by the second. “I need help opening this most delicious of treats, and everyone else is gone or asleep.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you do something drastic like choke him.

“You can’t open this?” You point to the small jar in his hands. He shakes his head no. You grab it, twisting the lid. It pops off so easily, you’re sure he didn’t even try. Without a word, you turn around, entering your room again. “I’m so sorry.” You apologize to your date, as he interrupts you. “Was that Thor? He’s my favorite! This is so cool!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll show you why I should be your favorite Avenger.” You quip, pushing him on his back. Loud banging on your door interrupts you once more. You jump up, flinging the door open. “Thor I will shove that jar down your throat if you interrupt me again!” You shout, expecting to see him. Instead you’re met with Loki, smirking as leans against your doorframe. “Always so violent.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have an urgent mission. Stark says you and I are to go immediately.” He looks down at your barely dressed body. “Like what you see, perv?” You smack his arm. Loki is your least favorite on the team. He’s always arguing with you over the smallest stuff. He ruined your birthday this year by hiring geriatric strippers. He ate the last cookie from your favorite bakery without asking. He always insulted your choice on movie night. Tony liked to pair you together so he could laugh about it later. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that he was the one standing here.

You want to scream. Of course, some bad guy is hell bent on destroying the world when you are in desperate need of some dick. “Alright, just let me change before we go.” You turn back towards your room, Loki grabs your wrist. “There’s no time. We must hurry.” You look apologetically at your date who is awe struck from seeing Loki. “It’s okay, I understand.” He says as he walks around the two of you to leave.

You follow Loki to the Helicarrier, cursing under your breath. When you arrive, no one is there to brief you. Usually Tony or Steve will meet you there before your mission to tell you what to expect. You look at Loki confused. “Where’s Tony?” You ask, placing your hand on your silk covered hips. “About that…” Loki starts. “Are you serious? You ruined my date for nothing?” You push passed him, to the doorway to type in the code to leave.

His obscenely large, veiny hand blocks the keypad. You’ve never noticed how long his fingers were until now. What would they feel like inside you? They could probably reach spots that the men you’ve slept with couldn’t reach with their dicks. Where did that come from?! You need to stop thinking about Loki’s hands right now. The guy is an asshole who always torments you. Not to mention, he just cockblocked you.

“I saved you.” Loki tells you, smiling as if you should thank him. “Saved me? Loki, if that guy tried anything, I could’ve kicked his ass faster than I could have called for help.” Loki shakes his head, “He went out with Natasha last week. You saw how excited he looked to be near me, and I am America’s least favorite Avenger. You weren’t special. He was using you.”

You look at him incredulously. “Loki, I don’t need some random man to make me feel special. I just wanted to have meaningless sex with a hot guy.” He finally lets you type in the code, following you out as the doors open. “I could help you with that.” His blue eyes hungrily trace every curve your little robe accentuates.

You laugh, “No offense, but we don’t even like each other.” “Exactly my point, darling. It would be the very definition of meaningless.” You consider his offer. It has been a long time since a man got you off. But, he just sent the one date you had that seemed normal away to protect you. It was so unlike him. “No thanks, I’ll just stick with my vibrator.” You turn around to stick your tongue out at him, before sprinting ahead of him back to your room.

You open your bedside drawer, holding your vibrator in your hand. You were so worked up, you could probably get off from just looking at it. But, you go through the motions anyway. You close your eyes as you dip your hand under your bra to play with one of your nipples. You let your imagination run wild. It’s not you rolling your nipples, but your date. His dark hair fans across your chest as he takes one between his lips.

You pull your panties down, putting the vibrator in place. It whirls to life, as you imagine him kissing down your stomach to between your legs. He gently bites the inside of your thigh. “Loki!” You moan as the man looks up at you. Instead of your date, it’s Loki smirking at you knowingly. You jump, throwing your vibrator across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thud. What’s the matter with you? Your date was so hot and you were imagining Loki?

You went to retrieve your toy, turning it back on. It buzzed for a brief second before twirling one last time. Come on! You press all the buttons, hoping for a miracle. It’s no use, you broke it when you threw it. You lay back on your bed, having to resort back to medieval times when women had to use their hands to get off.

You close your eyes again, trying to picture your date. Instead Loki’s hands on the keypad, forever ingrained in your memory, appear. You groan, frustrated beyond belief. If thinking about a coworker was going to help you get off, there were plenty to choose from. You imagine Bucky choking you with his metal arm as you work your fingers, but you feel nothing. Steve on his knees for you - nothing. Bruce fucking you on top of all his paperwork? Nope. Boning Tony midair in the Iron Man suit? Nothing. Sam taking you against the wall - not even a stir. Thor and his hammer - dry as the desert.

You stop, your hand will get a cramp and it will all be for nothing. “I could help you with that.” You imitate Loki in a mocking voice. You pull your panties up, and slip your robe back on. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you out of your room, down the long hallway to Loki’s room.

You knock quickly, hoping he will open the door before someone sees you out here. He opens it, leaving no room between himself and the door. You try to push past him, but he stops you. “What’s this about?” You want to smack the smirk right off his face. You look around the deserted hallway praying Thor was right about everyone being out or asleep.

“Let me in before someone sees us.” You plead, walking into his solid body once more. “My sweet girl, you must be truly desperate to come to me. I thought you were going to be satisfied with your silicone cock. Isn’t that what you said when you left me behind earlier?” You roll your eyes. He really was insufferable.

“It broke.” You motion to his doorway, but he doesn’t budge. “I knew you would give in. You couldn’t stop thinking about me could you? I saw you drooling over my hands back there.” You place a hand on your forehead, letting out the biggest sigh. “Loki, can we please talk inside?” You look around again just to make sure no one was watching. “What’s the rush, little one? We have all night.” You hear one of the doors creak open down the hall, Sam walks towards you with his head down.

He makes eye contact as he gets closer. “Just borrowing a phone charger.” You lie, pulling your revealing robe closed. Sam looks between you and Loki, smiling as the realization hits. “I didn’t see shit and I don’t know shit.” He says, laughing as he walks to the elevator. “Loki, let me in. Sam saw us, isn’t that enough?”

“I need you to do one thing for me before I let you come in.” You think about leaving right now, but you’re too horny. You have to get off, and Loki is hot, even though you would never admit that to him. “Beg for it.” “Right here?” You shake your head, he’s unbelievable. You really should leave, but you had heard stories from the people that stayed the night with him. They would come into the kitchen with just fucked hair to make coffee before leaving. You were an early riser, so unfortunately you ran into most of them.

They all gushed about how good he was in bed. You really needed this. So you clasped your hands together, looking him in the eyes as you beg him. “Please Loki, give me that godly Asgardian dick?” You fight the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat as you say the silly words. Satisfied, he finally moves out of the way. You rush inside, sitting on his bed.

“I think we should have rules.” You tell him as he saunters toward you. “Like what? You Midgardians complicate everything, even sex.” “Well I don’t think we should kiss for starters.” You start to pace in front of his bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “We should undress ourselves. And you can’t cum inside me.”

Loki smiles, “Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You laugh at his audacity. “No I’m afraid you’ll fall in love with me. Guys get obsessed once they’ve had a taste.” He rolls his eyes at that. “I don’t even like you. Besides, I’ve never been in love in 1,054 years. It won’t happen now.” He starts shedding his clothes as you loosen the tie on your robe. You both pile your clothes together in the floor until there’s nothing left.

“This means nothing.” You stick your pinky out for him to seal the deal with a pinky promise. “Couldn’t agree more.” His finger locks with yours briefly. He picks you up, pinning you against the wall. His head dips as his sharp teeth nip along your neck. Your hands travel the length of his muscular back. All that nonsense in the hall was worth it, even if this was all you got.

Loki continues biting a trail from your collarbone to your jaw, earning a whimper from you. Your legs feel like jelly and he hadn’t really done anything. His skilled hands find your breasts, cupping them as his thumbs roll against your nipples. You gently kiss his chest, feeling his toned stomach against your soft skin. You lick his nipple, causing him to moan against your neck.

He stops to carry you back to his bed, placing you at the top. He follows, crawling between your legs. He shoots you a wicked smile that makes you feel like you’re about to be eaten alive. Loki drags his tongue up your soaked center. The heat of his mouth as his firm, velvet tongue swirls around you sends your head spinning. Silver tongue? More like magic tongue.

Every movement is designed to drive you crazy. Every flick makes your legs shake. His head rocks between your thighs, messy curls shaking as he traces your clit with the tip of his tongue. He strokes you with his talented muscle, working you into a frenzy. Needy moans of his name mix with the wet sound of him drinking you down. His lips suction around your clit, you pull his curls, needing him closer. He whimpers, the vibration from his voice along with the perfect pressure of his lips send you spiraling. He lets you ride out your orgasm, before lining himself up between your legs.

Loki sinks into you and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner. It’s like he was made for you. You’re entranced with every thrust. He really does have a godly dick and he was showing you he knows exactly how to use it. One hand caresses your cheek, “Did you think about how my cock would feel inside you while you used your pathetic toy?” You whine as he snaps his hips, hitting deeper.

Your nipples brush against his hard chest, you wrap your legs tighter around him. You love how strong he is, how big he feels compared to you. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. His forehead connects with yours, and he looks down at you trembling with pleasure underneath him. His lips curl in cocky satisfaction. His eyes lock onto yours, watching intensely as he fucks into you. You’re suddenly afraid he’s going to kiss you, so you turn your head.

His mouth latches onto your exposed neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, claiming you. You buck your hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly he stops, flipping you over so that you’re on top. His hands dig into your hips as he lifts you up and down on him. The new angle hits spots you didn’t even know you had. You move your hips faster, as he fucks you, matching his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, giving you time to get off of him. You lay on the bed, mouth opened wide as he strokes himself over you. His hot cum lands on your tongue, chin, and breasts. You swallow what lands in your mouth. Loki watches in awe, running a long finger over your chest, gathering a good portion before bringing it to your lips. You swirl your tongue around him, loving the salty, sweet taste of him. He continues the process until you’re mostly clean.

“Would you like to watch a film?” He asks as you use one of his towels to clean what he couldn’t off you. “No, Loki. I don’t even like you.” You state matter of factly, wrapping your silk robe around you before leaving. You run into Thor in the hall, walking fast so he wouldn’t notice you leaving Loki’s room. Loki walks out, greeting Thor. “Do you have what you promised?” Thor asks, watching to make sure you went inside your room. Loki hands him a bag of chocolates, “Thank you, brother for interrupting her date earlier.” Thor rips the bag open, putting six chocolates in his mouth at once. “I hope your interference was worth it.” Thor says between bites. “Indeed, it was.”

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[weyirn]

Marvel men with a bf that's bigger and taller than them and likes to carry them in a bridal style or likes to pick them up randomly

Marvel x Male!Reader

Taller/Bigger Boyfriend That Likes Picking Them Up

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☆Steve becomes flustered at first, and it takes him a little while to get used to it (not that he doesn't enjoy it or anything). Nowadays, he just relaxes in your arms, liking to be vulnerable and letting go once in a while. It shows how much he trusts you, allowing you to show this side of him. But picking him up randomly will result in him scolding you.

❄️Bucky likes it way more than he thinks he should...At first, he was surprised by it and stiffened up in your arms, but slowly relaxed and leaned into your chest, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you. But when it comes to being picked up randomly, he doesn't enjoy it. He would rather have a heads up before you do it instead.

💲Secretly fanboying Tony doesn't admit that he enjoys it and makes snark comments about it, but then he starts to complain when you would put him down. It's fun to use this to your advantage and tease him about much he likes being carried by you, watching him roll his eyes and get flustered by it.

🕸Peter blushes and shyly clings to you, not wanting you to put him down. He feels a little secure being in your arms. There are times where he just wants to be in your arms, so he'll just sit in your lap and you'll have your arms wrapped around him. Just anything to feel your touch.

⌲If you're randomly picking him up, Sam would kind of take it as a challenge, as he would try and catch you right before you can put your hands on him. If he fails to catch you, then he'll be like, "you're not going to put me down anytime soon, aren't you?"

🐜Scott feels his heart flutter whenever you pick him up, and immediately clings to you. Sometimes, he holds his arms in the air, hinting that you should pick him up and carry him. He will have fun if you pick him up randomly, being both surprised but also laughing it off.

💚The only time Bruce will let you pick him up is when he's exhausted and you're carrying him to bed. He doesn't feel comfortable being picked up randomly (cuz it might make his nerves bad).

⚡️Thor is...actually surprised that you can pick him up, but that doesn't mean it's not a pleasant surprise for him. He's always clinging to you and smiling, liking how easy it is for you to carry him. He'll always laugh along with you when you would pick him up randomly, enjoying the pleasant surprise.

🐍It always makes Loki grumpy that you pick him up; he thinks you're doing it to tease him, or to rub it in his face of how bigger and stronger you are of him. He will never admit that he may enjoy it, considering the fact that he doesn't even try to get out of your arms when you hold him.

🖤Eddie actually thinks this is much better than him walking on his own (and Venom telling him how much of a slow walker he is). He just doesn't let you do it in public unless he's exhausted. But you're not picking up Venom any time soon (cuz he won't let you, and he's way bigger than you anyway, lol).

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Hangover Remedy

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: fluff, bad hangover

Summary: There's nothing worse than having a hangover went he air conditioning is broken on a hot summer day. Luckily, Loki is around to help cool you down.

Squares Filled: hangover (2023) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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The sun is peeking into your room like the menace she is. Get up, Y/N! Time to get the hell up and do something productive! You can practically hear her yell at you, and the sunlight seems to shine brighter at the thought. You groan and turn away from the window not having enough energy to get out of bed and close the curtains.

What the hell happened last night? You have a pounding headache and achy body. Tony threw a party at the compound and invited everyone he knew. Thor came over with alcohol from Asgard. Everyone knows you. They knew if he presented you with alcohol from Asgard, you’d challenge him to a drink off. You’re never the one to back down from a challenge even though everyone told you to.

Now you have a raging headache and an aching body because of it.

If you’re going to combat this hangover then you have to at least get out of bed. You roll your body off the side of the bed and plant your feet firmly on the ground. With all your strength, you stand up. The headache seems to get worse at higher elevation but you deal through the pain. Not only do you have to deal with a nasty hangover, it’s unbearably hot. Sweat sticks to your skin making your clothes cling to your body.

You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. If you’re not going to do anything today, you have to at least do that. You shuffle down the hallway to the kitchen where Tony is. He’s making something to eat and looks up when he hears you come in.

“We thought you were dead,” he chuckles.

“Shh.” You close your eyes and hold your finger up to silence him. “You’re too loud.” You open the fridge and grab a cold bottle of water. You chug half of it. “Turn the air on, would ya?”

“No can do. The air conditioning unit is busted.”

“You’re Tony Stark. How can your air conditioning be broken?”

“Since you’re the one who overloaded Friday when you sprayed alcohol all over the motherboard.”

“Sorry,” you wince.

“Tell that to everyone else. I’m outta here. I’m going to Pepper’s house where it’s cold. The repair guy is coming later today to fix it.”

Tony grabs a water bottle and leaves the kitchen. You sigh and walk into the living room to see Loki sitting on the couch reading a book. If he knows you’ve entered the room he doesn’t show it. You walk over to the couch and sit next to him, and he peeks at you from over the top of the book.

“Rough night?” he smirks.

“Shut up.”

“I told you not to outdrink Thor. You weren't going to win.”

“Scold me tomorrow. Right now, I need total silence.”

Loki goes back to reading his book while you lean your head on the back of the couch. It’s still uncomfortably hot inside the compound so there’s not a position on the couch that feels good. Since you and Loki are on the same couch, every movement you exert makes him move. He sighs in frustration and lowers his book.

“Stop moving.”

“It’s hot in here.” You use your hands to shift on the couch when you feel something cool radiate onto your hand. You touch Loki’s arm which is cold to the touch. “You’re freezing!”

“One of the perks of being a Frost Giant, love.”

You don’t think twice about what you’re about to do. You immediately cling to his side and allow his skin to cool your own. He hates other people touching him but when he sees the content look on your face, he decides that maybe this isn’t so bad. He shifts on the couch to make it more comfortable for the both of you, and he wraps an arm around your body. He opens his book back up and continues to read as if you’re not there.

His cool skin and your raging hangover are enough to make you fall back asleep. You stay like this for the rest of the afternoon. Before the sun sets, Thor, Tony, and Steve come back from wherever they are with laughter in the air and smiles on their faces. Loki glares at them from across the room which makes them stop in their tracks.

“If one of you wakes her up, I’m stabbing all three of you.”

“He’s serious,” Thor whispers. “We should go.”

Loki smirks at their retreating figures and smiles when he feels you snuggle closer to him.

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[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

Working for the TVA meant you met a lot of cocky arrogant know it all variants but when it came to this Loki he was the worse. Both you and B-15 were taking bets on who got to prune him first, so far, she was winning.

Loki stood like a good boy next to the so-called Hunter b-15 as she drabbled on about something with Mobius, Loki's attention was focused elsewhere, that elsewhere was you. He notes the way the amour molded to your body perfectly. It shaped you hips, ass and breasts greatly. He also noted you were one of the few that refused to wear that ridiculous helmet and he was glad, he loved watching your hair fly round freely when you were kicking ass, or the way it flowed when you were storming up to him to give your two cents.

He always found a way to piss you off just so he had a reason to talk to you, he craved the attention you bestowed upon him even in the short bursts, he remembered every single one.

You glance over to the Trickster God and notice him staring. You roll your eyes, not again. You saw the way the shadows made his face look perfectly evil and you couldn't not help but feel your body react in a way that would end with you getting pruned if anyone found out.

The glance didn't go unnoticed by Loki, he smirked when his eyes locked with yours for the quickest second and darted away. Shortly after the group departed, Hunter went with Mobius, leaving you Loki alone in the room. Without saying anything you turn your heel and leave, but you hear him follow you. " Am I that bad you must leave my presence immediately? Or is there another reason, say you can't be trusted around me by yourself." You chuckle at him, and turn quickly, forcing him to stop and you to go straight into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, and it felt like bliss for a second, but you quickly tried pushing yourself out of his grip, his arms tighten. Loki looks down at you, eyes locking, he can feel your heart beating faster, he notes you are softer than all he imagined. Your body fits his perfectly. You try to speak but the words are struggling to come out. You don't want to admit it, but it feels so nice to have him wrapped around you. "Cat got your tongue Y/N?" His voice husky with need. "No?" He starts moving your bodies into a dark hidden corner of the TVA hallway. Loki moves his face closer to your, " I think you like this don't you Y/N. I can read you like one of Mobius's magazines, you want me just as much I want you. " You threw caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him come closer and kissed him. He just admitted the feelings were mutual. You feel him deepen the kiss, tongues clashing, he started grinding his length into you. You moan at the sensation, very soon you both are heavily breathing with want and need. Neither of you notice the figure behind the wall. Hunter B-15 peeks around the corner and smiles, gives two big thumbs up to Mobius and walks away.

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[thedevilsoftruth]

Just Go to Bed ~ Loki x fem!reader

Warning: smut, smut, smut, SMUT!!! barely any plot, dirty humor, sex thoughts, a reallyyy sweet dom Loki, masturbation (m),unprotected sex, fluffy after care mentioned, Minors dni!!!

Summary: Loki is your husband and comes back home super late after doing missions. Wanting to surprise you when you wake up with him lying right next to you, it seems like you’re going to get that surprise a bit earlier… and a bit different than he had expected.

Notes: I wasn’t expecting my first post to get the attention it got, so I’m back again cooking up more Loki smut where he is once again your husband because I just want to write happy scenarios. This one is realllyyy short, so if you have like 10 minutes to kill, this is a good one to read. Enjoy!!!!

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Read time: 10 minutes

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Loki had a problem. He had come home really late from doing doing missions again and he wanted to surprise you. You were sound asleep in your shared bed, which was perfect for his plan because now you could wake up to your beloved husband right beside you. His night was going just like he wanted. He could crawl in bed with you and finally get his so badly needed rest… if only you weren’t keeping him up. You were talking in your sleep all night— well, more like moaning and saying his name in that adorable little voice of yours he loved so dear. And because of that he had something worse to deal with; a rock hard cock.

Oh god, what was he going to do now? He could go into the bathroom and jerk himself off— but what if you woke up? er, id be an extra special surprise, right? no, he wasn’t going to wake his beloved wife up with jacking off. Perhaps maybe he could just go downstairs? No, that was just weird. He glanced at you, biting his lip and his hand palming his crotch. God, he was so pathetic. Getting hard off of his wife saying his name in her sleep? really who in their right mind would do that? Guilt was washing over him like a tsunami, it was overwhelming.

“ Loki.. mmm.. “ he heard your small voice mumble his name again as you grabbed the sheets with your tiny hands. God, he was the most pitiful husband of all time. But he so badly needed you at the moment, just to feel your hand running up and down his erect cock, to feel the tight walls of your cunt clench around him. He felt his dick twitch at the thought of being inside of you. God, he wanted nothing more than to fuck you senseless, but he was not going to wake you up just so he could bang you. It was selfish and unnecessary. He needed to man up and just ignore the party in his pants because what good husband would do such things?

He gave you a second glance. He was killing himself.

You moaned again and your cute face scrunched up as if you were in immense pleasure. Your hand unclenched the sheets and went to touch his chest subconsciously. Loki’s eyes became wide and he covered his hand with his mouth, he couldn’t even ignore his erection anymore.

“ oh fuck, “ he muttered under his breath, biting his lip and sliding his hands under his pants. who did he think he was? masturbating in front of his sleeping wife? god, he needed it so bad though. His hand rubbed around his pre-cum lubricated tip, accidentally letting out a small whimper at the contact. His slid his hand up and down his thick shaft, trying his best not to make any sounds as to not wake you up. He curled his fingers around his full length and quickly moved his hand up and down his wetness. Your arm jerked and his name left your lips again, which was just what he needed to hear. His hips bucked upwards and he used his thumb to rub around his tip before moving back down to pathetically stroke his shaft. He was too busy pleasing himself that he didnt even notice that your eyes were wide open.

“ Loki? what are you doing? “ his hand immediately snapped out of his pants and his gaze turned to yours. Your eyelids looked so heavy, you looked so precious as you were barely awake. “ I’m back, my love… and I have a uh— “ he bit his lip again as he glanced at his crotch and then back at you. He gave you a pleading smile and tilted his head to the side a bit. “ I have a slight problem. “ He whispered to you as you looked at him confused. now he had done it. he was a complete fool, an utter clown. He could just lie to you so he wouldn’t have to fuck you with feeling guilty, but he hated lying to you.

“ mm.. what is it? “ you asked, rubbing your head as you sat upright. Words couldn’t describe how bad Loki had felt in that moment.

“ I’m so sorry, my love. “ he spoke, crawling on top of you and giving your forehead a kiss. His hand ran through your hair and your brows furrowed. “ Loki, are you hard? “ you spoke bluntly, figuring him out immediately. Loki had made love to you millions of times before and so it wasn’t hard for you to know when he wanted to get in your pants anymore. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment because he knew you knew him so well. “ very. “ he spoke simply, giving you a pout and his hand moving down to rest on your waist. You giggled and laid back down, letting him take the covers off you and get in between your legs.

“ I missed you, love. “ you said, brushing your thumb on his cheek as he positioned himself nicely. He smiled at you softly. “ I missed you too, darling. “ he said, leaning down to kiss your soft lips.

“ once again, I’m sorry-“ you cut him off. “ Loki, just fuck me and get it over with. “ you said as your tangled your fingers in his dark curls. He nodded his head and smiled in embarrassment, magicking his way out of his clothes. His hands slipped underneath your silky nightgown and pulled your panties off your beautiful legs. Your body glowed in the moonlight, you looked absolutely stunning to him and it only made him crave you more. His twitching shaft slid into your tight entrance, making the both of you whimper as he worked slow thrusts into you gently.

“ what were you dreaming about? “ he asked with a wicked grin, leaning over to intertwine your fingers with his while his quickened his pace. “ this—ha- exact moment. “ you said in between moans as his hips rolled in a steady rhythm against you. You arched your back and bucked your hips forward as he pounded into you like the hopeless man he was. God, he could already feel his climax coming up. He couldn’t even last a second and that went to show how truly pathetic he was.

He flipped you over so that you were on top, letting you take control of your own pace. You rocked your hips against his, making yourself moan as you rode him slowly. Loki gripped onto your hips tightly, slightly guiding your rhythm. He hated admitting to it, but he did need so much more than just that at the moment. Your body was too tired for any of this at the moment. He groaned loudly and flipped you over on your back again. You tugged at his hair as he moved so fast against you that you felt like you were going to tap out.

Loki kissed your neck softly, sucking on your skin and making you moan even more and louder with the overwhelming pleasure surrounding you.

“ Loki, please- ah! d-don’t s-stop! “ you said breathlessly as your fingernails dig into his back. His lips continued to work at your neck, taking his right hand from yours to go to your clit. He massaged your wet nub of nerves as he continued to thrash himself into you. The smell of your sex filled the air, the sounds of him penetrating you reverberating through the room. You could swear you had never seen Loki this horny in your life, the way he could repeatedly slam into like that for so long was truly amazing to you. Every thrust sent you over the edge, making you grip onto anything for dear life as he worked you into a frenzy.

“ come with me, dearest. “ Loki said, feeling a burning sensation deep inside himself that he so badly needed to release. His fingers danced around your clit, rubbing fast circles around it to simulate you until you were completely chafed. You threw your head back and screamed as he hit your sweet spot, sending you completely to heaven as waves of hot, wet, orgasmic bliss engulfed you and you reached your high.

Loki moaned softly, his orgasm releasing into your soaked core. The both of you panted heavily, trying to take in everything that had just happened. Sure, it was quick but goddamn was the the best thing you’ve ever woken up to. Loki leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, pulling out of you slowly while you both tried to catch your breaths.

“ we should go get cleaned up, darling. “ He said, placing a few short kisses on your forehead before standing up and carrying you into your bedrooms bathroom. He sat you down on the counter and reached into the cabinets to pull out a hand towel.

“ It worries me when you’re out there. I never know when or if you’re going to come back to me. “ You said, watching him use warm water to soak the small towel. He smiled warmly at you and placed his hand on your thigh. “ My love, I have no intention to leave you. You are my world, and I can’t imagine it without you. “ he said, running his hand up and down your thigh comfortingly. All you could do was smile and nod. “ That’s all I wanted to hear. “ you replied softly, giving his forehead a kiss. He returned the smile and reached in betwee your legs with the towel to wipe away any traces of cum off your core.

“ Thank you for sharing that moment with me, I’m sorry for waking you up. “ Loki said with guilt laced in his voice as he cleaned you off gently. You yawned and your eyes closed, you really were getting tired now. “ Don’t apologize, it was….enjoya…“ And with those final words, you found yourself falling over a bit and passing out on his shoulders. Loki stood there for a moment, unsure what do to.

“ oh sugar, “

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[holdmytesseract]

Loki request: Reader with KP (Keratosis Pilaris). She is a little insecure about her KP. She finally decides to tell Loki and show him. Of course, the KP doesn't bother him. In fact, he loves it. He tells her that she shouldn't worry about something that bothers silly Midgardians. He will kiss every bump on her body. He sometimes needs to feel her bumpy arms after a bad day.

Just The Way You Are

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: You shut yourself off from Loki; not showing him an inch of your skin. Being the doubtful God he is, he immediately is afraid that he was doing something wrong. What happens when he accidentally uncovers your secret?

Warnings: angst, insecurities/insecure reader, fluff, talks of sex? nudity? even more fluff, Loki being the best boyfriend

Word Count: 2k

a/n: I hope you like this, friend! :) This is the last story of this year! It's been one hell of a ride - that much is clear! Huge thanks to everyone who became part of the crew and read my stories. And of course to all my wonderful friends and mutuals! I love you all! *biiiig hugs*

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The library was empty at that time of the day. It was quiet.

Almost too quiet.

The only sound was the ticking sound of the clock, hanging at the wall. A sound Loki didn't even discerned. He was way too lost in his thoughts - something Thor noticed, too, when he entered the library. All the god of Thunder wanted was to put back a few books Jane had read and now he found his brother staring absent-mindedly at the white wall across from him. Loki wasn't even blinking.

Thor frowned; cocked his head. "Have you magicked the lines of that book on the wall or why are you so focused on white nothingness, brother?" The blonde man's booming voice ripped Loki rather harshly out of his thoughts. He almost jumped out of his skin.

"Oh fy faen, brother!" Loki cursed; jaw clenching. Thor giggled apologetically. "Apologies, brother. I didn't mean to scare you..." He paused for a moment; watched how Loki crossed his arms over his chest; grumbling. "Why were you staring at the wall? Are you quite alright?" The younger god's fingers twitched around the book; body visibly tensing. "Sure." He just said; shaking his head.

Thor was probably not always the smartest, but by now - after all those years, he could tell when something was bothering Loki. Not always, but today was it quite obvious. The blonde shook his head. "You are not. I can tell. Don't fool me, brother. What's bothering you?" Loki snorted. "Nothing of your interest, brother. My problem, not yours." Thor frowned and then shook his head, before he plopped down next to Loki on the way too small sofa for the bulky man's physique, almost crushing his younger sibling.

"Brother, what-" Loki complained, but got cut off by Thor slapping his big palm against his chest; causing all the air to leave his lungs. "Talk to me. I know something is wrong. I want to help you, Loki." The raven haired man coughed; needing to take a big breath. "And..." Another deep breath. "And what exactly makes you think that you can help me?" Thor just shrugged his shoulders; giving him a smile. "Intention. Besides, we are brothers."

Loki crossed his arms over his chest once more. "And what if I simply don't wish to talk to you?" "You don't have to, but I'm sure it would help. Of course you can just keep on bottling all up until it- How does that Midgardian saying go?" Thor frowned; thinking hard. "Ah! Until it eats you up inside!" He shrugged his shoulders again, "Do whatever pleases you." and wanted to stand up, when Loki held him back. "Alright, alright, fine," he grumbled; giving in.

Thor smiled and sat back down beside him. "Spill it. I'm all ears, brother."

Loki sighed; felt the embarrassment creeping a bit up on him. "It's about Y/N... She... She won't let me... see her." Thor frowned; was visibly not catching up, "What do you mean by that?" and causing Loki to roll his eyes. "Oh for faen," he mumbled underneath his breath. "Sex, brother! It's about sex!"

Thor blinked for a few moment, until a shit-eating grin formed on his face. "Does my little brother has problems with satisfying his lady?" He gave him a nudge with his shoulder; wiggling his eyebrows. "Don't fret, brother. I'm the perfect man to give you advice in how to-" Loki pinched the bridge of his nose; already regretting that he agreed to talk to Thor. "It's not that!" He cut his brother off and sighed.

"No?" Thor asked; smile dropping. "What, uh, is it then?" Another sigh left the raven haired god's lips. "Where do I start..." Loki said; more to himself than Thor. "We are together now for almost six months and... I... I'm afraid that I'm doing something wrong..." The blonde's gaze softened; realising that this was a serious, important matter. "Why is that?" Loki started to pick nervously at his nails. "Well, because she... She seems to 'hide' herself from me. She avoids me, seeing her barely dressed or naked. She locks the door when she's showering or changing... I-I mean, I understand that. I really do. If she feels uncomfortable with that yet, then I won't push her, but whenever I try to speak with her about this, she escapes the conversation..." Loki swallows. "And now I'm afraid that I am the reason... You know me, brother... The voices in my head are getting louder and louder. Am I doing something wrong? Did I push her too much and didn't notice it? Is she not trusting me enough? If yes, why?" Loki hung his head; raven curls falling into his face. "I give her all the time she needs. I'd wait forever for her, but... It's bothering me. I-I want to understand it and help her - but I can't, because she won't talk to me... What do I do, brother?"

"Hmm..." Thor hums; scratching his beardy chin. "What if you talk to her properly?" Loki blinked. "Properly?" Thor nodded. "Just... confront her directly. Tell Lady Y/N that this is bothering you and that you wish to understand." "But what if she tries to avoid me again?"

The god of thunder smiled and clapped his hand on Loki's shoulder. "You've got a silver-tongue, brother... Talking is your strength. You just have to wait for the right moment." Loki looked a bit uncertain at the blonde man. "If you say so..." "I know so." The raven haired man gave his brother a small smile. "Thank you."

And Loki waited for the right moment. It took quite a few days for the right moment to arrive, but in the end, it did...

Loki came to you earlier that evening. Steve's eight o'clock meeting didn't take as long as usual and therefore, Loki was too early. Something you didn't know and not anticipated to happen. You were sure that you had enough time to take a shower and get dressed until your boyfriend came back - but you didn't... "Darling?" The god called out for you. It was dark in your apartment. Since you were a couple, Loki spent more time in your home than his. He frowned; looking down the dark hallway - and noticed that the light in your bathroom was on. Only seconds later, he heard the running water of the shower. Loki swallowed hard; knew exactly that you were unaware of his presence. He considered for a millisecond to try and see if the door was open - but no. No, he wouldn't do that. He respected your privacy and whatever you were insecure about.

Taking off his shoes and suit jacket, he decided to wait in the bedroom for you. A green shimmer enveloped his body as he walked inside the cosy room; changing him from his 'business clothes' into casual clothes. Sweatpants and t-shirt. He grabbed the book resting on your nightstand and flopped on the bed; reading.

Meanwhile you still hadn't a single clue that Loki was already back and currently chilling on your bed. Therefore, you finished showering carelessly and made your way to the bedroom after blow drying your hair - only wearing underwear, in order to get dressed.

Humming the song which ghosted through your brain already the whole day, you opened the door and walked in. You were so rapt in the song, you didn't even notice that your bedside lamp was on - or your boyfriend laying on the bed. Loki blinked; was quite shocked about your 'careless behaviour'. His eyes widened as they travelled over your almost nude body; seeing the holy temple he always wanted to worship but never could suddenly in front of him.

"D-Darling?" He more or less stuttered out with a husky voice.

Hearing the sound of his voice; you flinched badly and literally were completely taken by surprise. Like a deer, caught in the headlights you stared at Loki; eyes at the size of plates. But once your mind had caught up, all warnings bells inside your brain were ringing. Get out of here! Get out of here! Your mind was screaming at you. Escape the situation! Flee!

Acting on your instinct, you did just that. You ran. Out of the bedroom, inside the bathroom; door flying shut behind you. Loki immediately realised what was going on and jumped to his feet; storming after you - but he was too slow. Just when he reached the door, the lock clicked shut.

"Darling?!" Loki was afraid; worried that he scared you off even more now. I should've told her I am here, he cursed himself internally. "Y/N? L-Love, please... I'm sorry." A few seconds later, he heard a small sob from the other side; followed by a uncertain, wobbly voice. "A-Are... Are you going to leave me now?"

Loki frowned; was more than just confused - if that was even possible...

"Why... Why in all the nine realms should I leave you, love?" You sobbed - and it almost broke the god's heart. "B-Because you saw me half naked... You probably even saw it..."

Loki blinked. That was it. He couldn't take this anymore. "Okay, darling, please open the door. We need to talk. This is long overdue."

You already feared the worst, as you anxiously unlocked the door and opened it slowly, hesitatingly; letting Loki in. He stepped inside - and was face to face with your almost naked self for the second time in his life. While you fought the urge to cover yourself, Loki literally bathed in the vision of your beautiful body.

"You are stunning, my love. Absolutely beautiful. A goddess."

You blinked. "I-I... What? Loki, are you... Are you kidding me?" Those words almost hurt him. "Why should I, love?" Your jaw dropped. You couldn't believe this. "Don't... Don't you see it?" You gestured at your legs, shoulders and belly. "Are you blind?" A single tear was running down your cheeks - and Loki fought the urge to wipe it away. "You mean the red, bumpy dots-" "On my skin, yes." You interrupted him. Loki swallowed; was very uncertain about how to react in that situation right now. You seemed hurt, but also sad, insecure and angry.

"What are they? Is it a-a illness?" You nodded; defeated. "Keratosis Pilaris. A skin condition, which leaves not very pretty small, rough, reddish or white bumps and patches on the skin." Loki stayed silent for a moment; processing your words. "Is it... harmless?" "Yes." A relieved breath left his lips. "Oh thank the Norns. You really had me worried there for a second, darling." You blinked; were on the brink of being speechless. "You... You are not... d-disgusted?" Horror overtook your boyfriend's face. "Disgusted?!" He shook his head. "No, no, my darling Y/N. Absolutely not. You are the most beautiful woman those eyes have ever seen. I don't care about the bumps and patches. It's a part of you - and I love every part of you."

"Y-You do?"

"Yes. With all my heart."

The butterflies within you belly were running wild at his sweet, heart melting words. It became a lot to handle suddenly; your emotions, insecurities and fears overwhelming you. Words failed you. All you could do was cry. Loki was instantly by your side; literally catching you, wrapping you up in a snug, warm hug. His lips pressed against your forehead. "Shh, my beautiful angel. I love you."

You snuggled even closer against him and just cried; getting all out of your system.

When you had calmed down a bit, Loki carried you back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed with you; pulling you against his body. "Was that the reason why you always avoided to get undressed in front of me?" You nodded; another tear rolling down your cheek. "Y-Yes. I-I'm pretty insecure about my KP a-and well... All the guys I dated before you were, uh, they... They didn't like it." Loki was shocked. Appalled at what you just told him. "All those Midgardian men never fail to disgust me... How dare they." He spat; shaking his head. "They clearly don't know how to treat a woman properly." The god smiled lovingly at you and started to pepper your skin with kisses; paying extra attention to the little bumps on your body.

"Never ever hide yourself from me, my love. I love you just the way you are, okay?" You nodded; giving him a small smile. "Okay."

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki fanfiction #tom hiddleston x reader #loki fluff #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader

[ashdreams2023]

hello i love your blog, this may be random but can I please request avengers x reader who is an empath? also could u pls include Loki as her s/o?? 🙃🙃

Lol ok

Avengers x empath reader

you have a kind heart, they swear they know and promise it’s not a big deal how you act

Natasha is the one that always feels amused when you get all emotional over something random

Loki once saw you cry over a pigeon nest because the wind blowed it away

"Darling it will make another one later" "but it worked so hard for it! And they don’t know better…"

Everyone comes to you to rent, Tony jokes is that they should start paying you for therapy sessions

Loki doesn’t like when people don’t take you in consideration just because you’re nice and patient

Too patient at times "Dove you don’t have to put up with this just because they have a bad day!"

"It’s ok, it was just a slip, I can tell they are just frustrated with themselves, give them time to get back into their senses"

Thor thinks you’re the sweetest soul for seeing the good in Loki before anyone else could

"My brother is very…misunderstood and I am grateful he found someone as compassionate as you are"

The second you say you don’t feel right about someone new, they immediately become on the watch list

You’re one of the few people that can calm halk

"Y/N what are you doing?" "Oh I’m just booking for a rage room" "should I ask why?" "No."

Loki likes to take you out on nice dates where it’s only you two in nature, it feels more comfortable than being in crowded areas where people either step all over you or you might get distracted by someone who’s energy is not that good to be around

"Why did you give me a chance?" "Because I can tell, you’re not really a bad person"

Bruce and you go on his off day to buy ice cream and talk about his temper

Sometimes Tony would take you into interrogation rooms just to see if you tell who’s being genuine or not

Clint is very protective of you as well, he stands behind when look is not around and gives deadly glares at anyone who think they can just be nasty to you

Although you are a kind hearted person Loki likes to tease you until you get frustrated with him and show some of your anger, it’s not much but thinks it’s healthy

"Loki! Stop being annoying!" "You’re so sexy when you’re angry"

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

[aurumacadicus]

82 for a number

"Tony," Steve sighed, trudging after Tony as he stormed into their bedroom.

"I don't want to talk to you, traitor," Tony snapped, stomping over to the bed. He knelt down to grab out one of his suitcases, then stood again, throwing it onto the bed with jerky movements.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest with another sigh. When Tony ignored him, he leaned his shoulder against the doorway and watched as Tony stalked over to the dresser like a cat with wounded pride. "Would you feel better if I apologized?"

"No," Tony answered immediately. He opened a drawer seemingly at random and began pulling out handfuls of clothing. "It was my fault for thinking that you might care."

"Okay," Steve muttered to himself, standing up straight again. He moved into the room carefully as Tony walked over to stuff his handfuls into the suitcase, because Tony could simply turn and fling it all at him. Luckily, Tony seemed too consumed by his offense to notice. He pulled out the wads of clothes as Tony swiveled to go grab something else, turning to walk over to the dresser and put it back in the drawer.

"I just can't believe!" Tony exclaimed, grabbing shirts from hangers at random. He turned to stomp back over to the suitcase and fling them in. "Loki cursed me and you don't even care!"

"Of course I care," Steve sighed, walking back to the suitcase to take the shirts back out. He raised an eyebrow when he found most of them were his, then shrugged, turning to walk over to the closet. He considered hanging everything up again, then shrugged, shoving it on a shelf at random. "We all care, Tony."

"Not enough!" Tony barked, moving back toward the dresser. He opened a different drawer and grabbed just as blindly as he had before. "No one cares that I'm benched, that I have morning sickness, that I--"

"We all care, Tony," Steve repeated sternly.

"The male body was not meant for carrying a baby!" Tony exclaimed, flinging his handfuls into the suitcase. He let out a snarl when Steve came and grabbed the clothes back out. "I am not overreacting!"

Steve did not allow a sigh that time. "I didn't say you were," he answered carefully.

"I'm allowed to be upset!" Tony snapped. "Everything hurts and I'm scared and doctors keep poking me!"

Steve turned to face him, leaning back against the dresser and crossing his arms over his chest again. "I never said you weren't allowed to be upset, either. I know this sucks for you, Tony. I'm the one who rubs your aching feet and back. I'm the one who holds you when you're overwhelmed. And I'm the one who yells at the doctors when they get too interested in poking you. I don't like it when you're upset, sweetheart. What caused this? What can I do to help?"

Tony looked uncertain for a moment. "...Clint ate my last green jello," he finally said, and his face began to crumple. "And now he's going to feel bad. But I don't want him to feel bad. I just want my jello."

"Sweetheart," Steve sighed, rushing toward him to pull him into his arms as Tony began to sniffle. "It's okay. It's fine."

"I hate feeling like this," Tony whimpered into his chest. "It isn't fair."

Steve buried his face in Tony's hair and sighed again, feeling helpless. "Yeah, I know. It isn't fair. Loki was an asshole and you're the one having to suffer for it. I'm sorry."

"Don't tell Clint," Tony whispered.

"I won't," Steve promised, rubbing his hand up and down Tony's back. Once Tony's breath had settled, he leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow. "Where were you going to go, anyway?"

Tony blinked back at him for a moment, considering. Finally, he answered with a simple, "Away."

"Of course," Steve huffed, and while it was a struggle not to roll his eyes, he managed it. The last time he'd rolled his eyes while Tony had still felt vulnerable, Tony had sicced Happy on him in a fit of rage, and Steve had unfortunately learned that Happy carried a special Superhero Specific Taser and he was always one hundred percent on Tony's side. "Well. Let's get this suitcase put away, and JARVIS can order some more green jello, and--"

"And peanuts," Tony added.

"And peanuts," Steve agreed. "And I'll rub your feet until it arrives. Okay? I'm here to help you solve your problems."

"Kill Loki," Tony said. "It would solve a lot of problems."

Steve huffed, face going sour. "I've tried. Thor won't let me."

Tony jerked his head back to stare up at him, shocked. Finally, though, a slightly hysterical laugh tore out of his throat, and Steve leaned down to press a kiss to his smiling mouth before he could somehow find a way to be sad again.

#aurumacadicus answers #mkes #1-161 stony ficlet challenge #stony

[badingsm]

can i request something filipino?like filo reader brings nat in the ph and then they try street foods??

The Proposal Series — II. Immigration, Homecoming, Romanoff

Hi Anon! I hope it's okay to combine your request with my little series! Also, sorry for the delay; I got really busy with school. And oh, credits to The Proposal movie, especially the script and the plot, because obviously that's where this story will go!

"1023, 1024, 1025, 1026-"

"Will you please shut up?" Natasha snapped from beside you, her sunglasses covering half of her face as you both rode her car to the immigration office. "God, you're so annoying!"

"I'm sorry, if somebody's annoying here, it would definitely be you!" You muttered lowly with a frown before looking at her directly in the eyes. "This is so fucking illegal."

"Where's the fun with always being on the legal side?"

"I'm not going to marry you, Natasha." The first name basis was such a bold move for you to do, but with the pressure, fear, and everything that you've been feeling, you couldn't care less, causing the latter to glare at you with those forest gems that she owned.

"Sure you are." Was the last thing that she replied before her side of the door was opened by the driver, leaving you frustrated with her attitude and everything about her.

You followed Natasha inside, and there you saw the really long line that made your boss curse to herself. Just as you were about to go and line up, Natasha had already left your side, instead opting to go straight to the counter and making the people (who have been waiting for so long) groan in annoyance.

"The line.."

"Shut up and just follow." She instructed as if you're her dog that she could boss around everywhere and anytime she pleases. The next person on the line was about to approach the personnel, but Natasha had already taken her spot with a simple glare. The older woman immediately backed away. "I just need to ask him something."

"Hi!" You smiled apologetically. "Sorry for the..."

"I need for you to file this fiancé visa for me," Natasha said to the in-charge worker at the cubicle, the latter shaking his head in annoyance but nonetheless accepting the papers that you've brought. "Thanks."

"Miss Romanoff?" Cris, as you saw from his name tag, read through the file.

Natasha nodded in confirmation, "Yeah."

"Please come with me."

-

"I want to puke," You whispered in the silence that fell into the room. You were led into an office where papers for people's visas and such are being processed. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Morning, lovebirds!" A man came in, and you were guessing that he's probably in his early 40s. "I'm Mister Loki Laufeyson, and you must be Y/n.." He faced you, making you answer with a small nod because you were still unsure about everything that's been happening recently. "And you must be Miss.."

"Romanoff." Natasha continued with a subtle eye roll because she knew deep inside that she would hate this man for the rest of her life.

"Yes." Loki nodded. "Sorry about the wait. It's a busy day today, as you can see from the long line."

"Yeah, yeah." Your boss cut him off. "And we appreciate you for seeing us on such short notice."

Insert sarcasm.

It's her nature, and she can't help it anymore.

"Okay." The older man shrugged and began sitting on his chair. "Blablablablablablabla.."

You watched him through uncertain eyes as he surveyed all the files that you were tasked to prepare at the last minute before you both came here for this shit.

"So I have one question for you," Loki sighed. "Are you both committing fraud to avoid her deportation? And so she could keep her position in the company?"

"That's... that's ridiculous."

"Where did you get that?" Natasha squinted her eyes, scoffing sarcastically but subtly.

"We had a phone tip this afternoon from a woman named-"

"Sharon." The redhead guessed correctly.

"Sharon Carter." The man agreed impressively.

"Poor Sharon. I'm sorry, you see.." Natasha faked sympathy, remaining standing by the side with her phone clutched tightly against her palm. "Sharon is nothing but a disgruntled employee that I just fired because of her tardiness and laziness. I believe this is just her way for some childish revenge for me… And we know that your department is very busy, so if you just give us the next step, we'll be out of your hair and on our way."

"Miss Romanoff, please." Loki gestured the chair for the redhead to sit, which she obeyed immediately. "Let me explain the process that's about to unfold. Step one will be a scheduled interview. I'll put you into a room where I ask every little question that a real couple should know about each other."

"Mm." You gulped nervously.

"Step two: I dig deeper. I look at your phone records. Talk to your neighbors. Interview your co-workers about your relationship." Loki said firmly, "And if your answers don't match up, you." He pointed at Natasha, "Will be deported immediately."

"Hm.." Natasha nodded with a shrug.

"And you, young lady." You think he's flirting with you when he turns to your side, but it's gone as soon as you blink your eyes, swallowed by the nerves settling in. "Will have committed a felony punishable by a fine of $250,000 and a vacation of five years in the federal prison."

The weight of everything had finally sunk in, and you felt the sweat building up intensely against your chest, your hairline, your armpits—your whole body.

"So," Loki fake-whispered, scrutinizing you with his gaze as if he's challenging you and wants you to give in already. "Wanna tell me something?"

At first, you shook your head, thinking about how you would lose your job and how everything that you've worked hard for (including dealing with the unbearable attitude of Natasha for three years) would come to waste, but then you also remembered that you didn't want to end up in jail for that long, making you nod your head a little bit to answer him.

"Yes?" He questioned, not paying attention to Natasha's foot stomping yours with her heels underneath the table, causing you to shake your head, silently signaling the redhead to stop it already. "No?"

"The truth is.." You cleared your hoarse throat, gathering all your thoughts and setting aside your emotions until further time. "Mr. Laufeyson, the truth is.."

Meanwhile, Natasha sat there with a clenched jaw, looking back and forth between you and Loki, waiting for the outcome of what your next words might bring, but to her surprise, it came out well for her side, especially when you spoke again.

"Natasha and I..." You breathed out deeply, nervously plucking the skin on your fingers beneath the view of this man. "Are just two people who weren't supposed to be in love but did. The reason we can't tell anyone we work with is because of my promotion that's coming up, and we don't want them to think that I only got that because we're in a relationship... We don't want that, of course."

"Promotion?" Natasha raised her brow.

You continued, feeling more confident this time, "We both felt that it wouldn't be the right time to reveal everything, so we kept our relationship secret to everyone. As I said, we don't want them to think that I'm getting promoted just because we are... you know."

"So," He mumbled. "Do your parents know about this?"

"Uh, parents. Don't have one." Natasha quickly cut in, "Adaptive ones, sure, but we've lost contact since I was just a child. Technically, no parents on my side to tell this about."

Loki faced you, "And you? Are your parents dead?"

"No." Your boss answered easily for you, "Hers are very much alive, and oh, in fact, we're actually planning to tell them this weekend on her Lola's 90th birthday celebration. The whole family's coming together, and we thought it'd be a nice surprise."

This eavesdropping woman!

"And where is this party happening?" Loki questioned eagerly to Natasha, like he just sensed something as he squinted his eyes for some flaws in Natasha's words.

"At Y/n's parents house, of course." The Russian answered confidently with a small chuckle.

"And where is that located again?" He pushed, making Natasha mentally curse herself and the man in front of her.

"Um," Natasha scoffed. "Why am I doing all the talking? Baby, come on, it's your parent's house. Tell him where it is!"

"Mexico."

"Mexico," Natasha repeated.

You continued, "Philippines."

"Philippines?" She looked at you with wide eyes but said nothing else.

"So you're going to fly to the Philippines this weekend?" Loki asked with raised brows.

"Yeah." You both agreed, feeling Natasha's hesitance in her tone but disregarding it otherwise because, well, you two don't have a choice; that much is obvious.

"We are going to the Philippines," Natasha informed, touching your shoulder for some fake affection. "That's where my baby's from."

"Fine." Loki sighed, disappointed that he couldn't squeeze you enough to admit anything right now. "I see how this is going to go. I'll have to see you both at 11 by Monday morning for your scheduled interview, and your answers better match up on every account, or else..."

"Thank you, Sir." You stood up immediately to shake his cold hands, while Natasha stood up to answer the call from her phone.

You sighed, shoulders slumping as you showed your way out with Natasha's nose glued to her phone by your side.

Everything inside your head is noisy, and it makes you want to burst out, but every time you open your mouth, nothing comes out, which frustrates your whole being because, my god..

What did you get yourself into?

"Okay." Natasha finally broke the loud silence, snapping you out of your thoughts. "What's going to happen is we'll go down there and pretend that we're girlfriends, then tell them we're engaged. Book our flights. First class. And oh, confirm the vegan meal for me, okay? Because the last time, they actually gave it to a vegan and they forced me to eat this slimy, clammy, creamy salad thingy, which was really—hey, why aren't you taking notes?"

"I'm sorry, were you not in that room?" You sarcastically questioned with furrowed brows.

"What?" Natasha looked at you confusedly before she flashed you a small (not real) smile. "Oh! The thing about the promotion! That's a good one; he fell for it."

"I was serious." You muttered, "I'm looking at a $250,000 fine and five years in jail. That changes things."

"Promote you to a higher position that you're not capable of? No, no way." She scoffed.

You rolled your eyes with a shrug. "Then I quit, and you're screwed. Bye, Natasha."

And just as you were about to walk out, you heard her call you again, making you smirk to yourself.

"Fine. Fine!" Natasha frowned. "I'll promote you, fine—if you do this whole weekend in the Philippines thing and the immigration thingy, you'll get what you ask for. Happy?"

"Not in two years, but right away," You challenged.

"Fine!" She gave in with a groan, and you grinned at how you finally got her to agree with you for the first time ever since you worked for her.

"Now ask me nicely, Natasha." You smirked subtly.

"Ask you nicely, what?" She looked up from her phone, confused.

"Ask me nicely to marry you."

"What does that mean?" The redhead Russian asked with a tone that says she's losing her patience, but nah, you have the upper hand this time, and you sure damn hell you'll make the most out of it.

"You heard me." You gestured to her. "On your knees."

"What the f-" You raised your brow at her in warning, causing her to stop in mid-sentence before she began kneeling down with her sarcastic smile and dangerous eyes. "Y/n.."

"Yes?" You teased.

"Sweet, sweet, Y/n." Natasha did an adorable pout, looking like she's a puppy begging for food, but of course, it was mixed with sarcasm as usual. "Will you please, with cherries on top, marry me?"

You hummed for good measure, pretending to think as you looked away.

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but that'll do it." You shrugged. "See you tomorrow, boss!"

And with that, you left her almost falling flat on her face if it wasn't for her attentive skills that she caught herself and saved herself from the embarrassment as she cursed you in her mind.

Off to the Philippines we go!

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Taglist (that I forgot yet again, sorry 😭): @taliiiaasteria @marvels--slut @freeyanna

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #soft natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanoff au #the proposal 2009 #loki laufeyson

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

For the letters - C

Dirty A - Z Masterlist

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Nsfw - Not for Minors ⚠️🔞🚨

Depends if you cried during Sex because he was too rough,it was painful, you are overwhelmed with pleasure or he overstimulated you too much and you can't take it no more because you are too sensitive

Some Scenarios I thought about :

If you are in pain he would know immediately just from the sound you make - pained moan - whimpering

He would stop thrusting and ask if you are alright - don't lie to him and tell him to continue just to look away from him and wince in pain

Loki demands you to look at him, seeing the Tears in your Eyes is an absolute turn off

pulling out of you he apologized for hurting you - he feels really bad about

Afterwards he cuddled with you

"You are crying !" - Loki stated shocked - It's ok, these are happy Tears ,I am just so overwhelmed .... this was amazing,I think it's the best Sex I ever had ... and I just loooovvve you sooo much " you answered emotional

" please, I can't take it anymore,I am too sensitive,it hurts " you were pleading with tears in your Eyes ,grabbing Loki's Arm stopping him from torturing your Clit further - understanding he kissed your Cheek and pulled you close hugging you

I can't decide if Loki would cry during/ after Sex but maybe Yes

The Reasons :

He felt so loved it was too overwhelming

The unfulfilled longing for intimacy he has yearned for so long has finally been realized and it felt better than he had ever thought

And I only cried once after Sex and it was because of Disappointment - damn that made me realize No Sex is better than bad Sex lol

Nsfw Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut #loki x reader smut #loki x reader #loki x you #mcu loki #loki imagine #loki x female reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson x reader #loki marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu

[weyirn]

This was on one of my back up accounts that got deleted but anyways- I'm too lazy to add gifs so just enjoy text lol.

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Marvel Men x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: They React To You Sitting On Their Lap

☆Steve doesn't know if he should be squealing or embarrassed (spoiler alert: he's both). He thinks this is over all adorable, and gladly wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, tickling you.

❄️Bucky freezes and is kinda surprised, but he slowly ends up smiling and hesitantly hugs you from behihd. He kind of buries his face into the crook of your neck (in a shy yet loving way). He enjoys being this close to you.

💲Tony smirks and asks what's the special occasion (cheeky bastard cough). He always brings this up and the future, and teases you by patting his lap (especially in public, he'll love to show you off).

🕸Peter is really embarrassed, but he doesn't try to gently push you off (unless you're in public lol). He hugs you from behind, though it looks like he's trying to hide himself, in more of a shy way. When you would ask him if he's uncomfortable, he immediately refuses to let you leave his lap, telling you he's happy to be with you like this.

⌲Sam ruffles your hair and teases you for the most part, joking about how his lap isn't supossed to be a seat. When you'd maybe get frustrated with him, he says he's sorry (while still laughing lmao).

🐜Scott is swooning at this point, and he doesn't really know how to react (aka him literally going back and forth forth either hug you or laying back to look cool lmao). He somehow eventually falls over and ends up on top of you.

💚Bruce blushes (and kinda wants to disappear tbh but he doesn't make any effort to get you off him). He really doesn't know how to react other than to let you sit there, and teasing him well just make him cover his face in embarrassment.

⚡️Thor cuddles with you and kisses your cheek. He absolutely loves it and it feels like you're being hugged by a huge teddy bear..

🐍Loki immediately holds you in a possessive grip. May seem dramatic to you, but it keeps him a sense of being powerful, especially with how he would touch and tease you, enjoying you squirm a little as he tells you how much yourself out there to be so vulnerable.

🖤Eddie is so happy, and happily wraps his arms around you (with Venom wanting to join in, but Eddie just wants to have some peace with you without him always chiming him lol). If you do this to Venom (which is a bad idea), it's guaranteed that he won't let you go and admits he enjoys this.

#male reader #x male reader #male!reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #steve rogers x male reader #steve x male reader #bucky x male reader #bucky x reader #peter x male reader #peter x reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #sam wilson x male reader #sam wilson x reader #venom x male reader #venom x reader #eddie brock x male reader #eddie x male reader #thor x male reader #thor x reader #loki x male reader #loki x reader #marvel preferences #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x male reader #scott x male reader #scott lang x reader

[kasdan]

Playing in Leaves Headcanons

masterlist

Pairing: marvel characters x gn!reader

Characters: Frank Castle, Loki, Carol Danvers, Kamala Khan, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: none, just fluffy leaf playing

𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆

Is out raking all the leaves until you go and jump in a pile

Gives you a pointed look when he looks at the leaves scattered all over the ground that he’s going to have to rake up again

You try to get him to join you, but he just shakes his head and continues to rake on the other side of the yard, the farthest he can get from your scattering of the leaves

You eventually get up to help him rake the leaves you initially messed up

There’s a point where you both meet up in the middle of the yard and you can’t help yourself looking at the two big piles of leaves

You catch him off guard when you suddenly shove him towards the pile and he falls down with leaves scattering everywhere

Gives you a bewildered look as he sits there in the mess of leaves

Pushes himself up shaking his head before he’s chasing you across the yard

He ends up tackling you into the other pile so the leaves get all over the place again and you both have to start all over with the leaves

𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊

Definitely doesn’t see the point of it

When you tell him it’s just for fun he just stares at you

You call him outside one day when you’ve raked pile of leaves up and he gives you the same look when you told him about the activity

You drag him over to a pile with him refusing the entire time until you eventually push him into the pile and he looks up at you with a betrayed look on his face

Ends up playing dirty and summons one of his clones to push you into another pile when you’re too busy laughing at him

You two end up in an all out war on who can get the most leaves on the other

Doesn’t even notice that he’s not having a bad time like he initially thought he would when the activity was brought up to him

Will deny it if you bring it up later saying that he simply was making the most of the situation he was put in and won’t choose to do it again

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Enjoys the different colors that the leaves are

Likes the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair and the rustling of the leaves in the trees and across the ground

Creates big piles and flies through them scattering the leaves all over

Will try to make the biggest pile she can to crash into it

Makes pile of leaves like hurdles to try and jump over

Challenges you to a race through leaves on who can get to the end and crash through the most pile of leaves first

She insists that she won’t use her powers

You still don’t stand a chance

You get to the end and land into the big pile that she made as the finish and crash down right next to her, you both giggling and out of breath

Throws piles of leaves into the air to let them rain back down onto the both of you while you’re both still laying down

You chase each other with handfuls of leaves to attempt to throw at each other

𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏

If playing in the leaves had a definition in the dictionary only one word would be in it, and that word would be Kamala

Is literally the happiest person on the planet when she gets to roll around in the leaves

Has a smile on her face and is laughing the whole time

Starts random leaf fights by throwing them at you out of nowhere

Has the temptation to jump in any pile of leaves that she sees, but restrains herself most of the time

Will have to get as many leaves off of her as she could before she’s able to enter her house

Is immediately sent to take a shower when she gets into the house

Really wants to do it again at some point, but will have to wait a little bit to do it, or do it when she’s not at her home

Thinks the activity is one of the most fun things to do in fall

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

Finds the sound of leaves rustling and the sight of them blowing around soothing and calming

Crunches leaves in his hand watching pieces fall to the ground

Will bring the things to make a small picnic for you guys among the leaves

Playfully swats leaves away when some blow onto the blanket you’re on

Will eventually get curious and test the waters by hopping into a small pile of leaves that’s accumulated

Likes the free feeling that he gets when he jumps into the pile

Eventually jumps in bigger and bigger piles enjoying the feeling of it

Really enjoys crunching the leaves in his hand with the sound and feel of them

Drags you with him through different piles as leaves float around you when you kick them up

Forgets about the picnic that he set up previously and laughs when you both get back and the blankets been kicked up by the wind and leaves are scattered around it

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓

Gets a lot of excitement from being able to play and crunch in the leaves

Likes to run through the leaves at full speed so they scatter around him in the wind

Will climb a tree and sit on a branch in order to watch the leaves falling off the branches right in front of him

You take turns seeing who can make the biggest jump in the piles of leaves

You both run around the yard crunching as many leaves as you can

He will jump in a pile and then attempt to start to make leaf angels in the pile

Ends up with leaves all over him and his clothes

Viciously shakes his body back and forth trying to get the leaves from out under his clothes

Uses his web shooters to swing from tree to tree and causes the leaves to swirl around on the ground

Will attempt to make different designs with the leaves as they get swept up in the wind

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂

Thinks it’s the most fun thing to do ever

Rolls around like a dog in the multicolored leaves

Has random giggle fits occasionally that can last for more than a minute at a time

You have to get her to calm down so she doesn’t end up dying from lack of oxygen

Pulls you back down into the leaves when you make an attempt to get up

Will roll around for hours not getting tired

You eventually have to take a break yourself as she’s exhausted you out

You don’t know how she has this much energy

She gets you tired just by watching her

Throws leaves in the air so they fall back down on her

Accidentally inhales leaves??

When she’s finally had her fill she’s absolutely covered in leaves

She still finds pieces of leaves two days later in her hair

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌

Isn’t a fan of the feel of so many leaves at a time

However he finds the noise of crunching leaves soothing

Smiles when he hears you having a good time

You throw a couple of leaves at him at different points so he doesn’t get overwhelmed, but still feels like he’s part of the fun

Doesn’t care that he’s not doing the activity, but just enjoys how you’re having fun

Likes the smell the leaves emit, but only as a couple at a time with too many of them overloading his senses too much for him to enjoy it

You both go on a casual walk together after you’ve had your fun with the leaves

He keeps picking off different leaves that got stuck in your hair and on your clothes

You’ll just be walking and he’ll suddenly turn and brush a leaf off of you that you didn’t even know was there

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

Enjoys the feeling of the wind in her hair as she runs around

Kicks the leaves in the air and twirls around in them as they fall around her

She’s actually frolicking around the yard brushing up leaves around her as she moves

You have to sprint in order to catch up to her as she spins around

Grabs your wrist to bring you with her as she prances around

You’re definitely not as graceful as she is

You both end up sitting against a tree watching as leaves trickle down from it

She grabs leaves that fall onto her to play with and examine

Puts one of the leaves she finds more fascinating behind her ear so it’s laying in her hair

She gets up and starts to kick up more leaves again like she wasn’t just doing it for hours beforehand

It seems like she just doesn’t get tired and could do this for days without losing interest or get tired out completely

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

Likes all the different colors of the leaves

Will use her powers to shake more leaves off the trees and onto the ground

Makes it so the leaves are infinitely falling down from the trees no matter how many are actually on them

Isn’t one to play around in the leaves herself, and instead will just be watching you or her boys having fun in them

But she will jump in if she’s really up for it

She’ll try and make it the best experience for everyone so she’ll have the leaves form different shapes and animals while in the air before falling to the ground

She would change the color of the leaves that are falling, but she doesn’t need to since the leaves are already a variety of color

Will have the leaves swirl around you both in a mirage of color

She overall enjoys the activity and the cool breeze with the fresh smell of the air

Is soothes by the feel of leaves on her skin and the rustle they have when they float by each other in the air

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[recreationalfanfics]

Loki + Jack The Ripper with a Muerte the Wolf! S/o:

LIKE THE READER HAS THE SAME MANNERISMS AND JUST IS DEATH, NOT A DEATH GOD, THEY JUST ARE DEATH. Also Handsome is used in a gender neutral term here btw!"

Loki:

You always had a certain distaste when it came to Gods. They were, if not just as bad, as humans when it came to appreciating their lives because you knew already that even God's could bleed. When Ragnarok started, you essentially became a janitor as you took the souls of dead mortals to Niflhiem, and were confused when you had to escort two God's souls but it made you slightly proud, knowing that these humans were willing to fight for their entire survival and for their future generations...they may not have been as hopeless as you thought.

"Hello, (tall/small), dark, and handsome!" A voice called out to you.

Unlike some people.

"Loki. Leave me be, I have work to attend too." You brush him off, not bothering to look back at the green-haired God.

However that did not stop him from being as annoying as ever and floating in front of you, his face upside down as he gave you one of his signature creepy little smiles. You scoffed and ducked down under him but he immediately stood upright, his feet landing on the ground.

As of late, the God of Deciet started hanging around you more. You couldn't really fathom as to WHY, maybe because he thought you were interesting or maybe because he knew you wanted to be left alone and just wanted to bother you anyways. Regardless, you've been pestered by him non stop for ages.

"Aw, but you always have work!" He whines, grabbing your cloak and pulling you towards him.

You make no reaction as you fall into his arms and you let out an animalistic growl as he hugs you tightly and nuzzles his cheek with yours.

"If I didn't know any better, (Y/n), it's almost like you don't like me!"

You harshly shove him off of you and try to walk off but he catches up to you rather quickly. He was oddly more determined than usual to get in your way, "So, what did you think of the fight just now? Aren't the humans exciting!?"

You smiled at him, "I'll agree with you on that. I'm gonna be honest, I'm quite proud of them."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes." Then your eyes go from (e/c) to red as you step in front of him with a wolfish grin, "I wonder if they'll finally make you Gods realize that one day, I'll come for you all, too."

Loki blinks but then laughs at your words, causing you to become stone-faced once more seeing how your intimidation didn't work on him, either because he was too arrogant or too out of his mind.

"Believe me, if I could die a thousand deaths just so you would come to me just once, I would," He sighs dreamily, making you roll your eyes and turn away from him, "But, alas, it seems you're too insistent on playing hard to get!"

It feels very noteworthy to mention that you've been playing "hard to get" with him for a good portion of your existence and considering how death was neverending, it has been a very long time. You learned long ago you shouldn't bother to get attached to people because you knew that you couldn't keep them, you'd have to take them and give them up at some point, and this tournament only proved that not even the God of Deceit would be any different if the humans could kill gods. Not that you'd be super upset if he were to die, regardless of how managed to rile up all your emotion, it would still be all the same.

"...Answer me this, God, would you still smile at me the way you do now if I had to escort you to Niflhiem?"

Loki seemed taken aback by your question and tapped his chin, pretending to think about your inquiry before giving you a sly smile.

"Only if you send me off with a kiss~"

You narrow your eyes at him but begin to walk away from him. You should've known better than to ask a serious question to a foolish God.

Jack the Ripper:

Jack wondered if he was able to die a second time in the afterlife, well...he knew he was able too considering he just killed a God, but he wonders what would happen if he just dropped to the ground, laying down and succumbing to the injuries bestowed into him by Hercules and the crowd. Would he go to Niflhiem? Or would he just go to Hell?

He didn't get the chance to find out because once he fell to his knees, he felt another person grab one of his arms and put it around their shoulder. He feels their hand on his back supporting him as they both stood up together and then walked down the hall.

"I truly do believe that you're cursed, Jack." You sigh softly, shaking your head. He looks up at you, you can see him doing so from your peripheral vision and you chuckle to yourself softly, "Honestly, it amazes me how you're capable of such cruelty and yet, you still have such innocent eyes."

You speak to him like you are an old friend to him, in fact, you feel awfully familiar to him. He's certain that he's never met you before in his life, however, he would've remembered someone with such a beautiful color. You...you embodied it, you embodied his favorite color of life fleeting from a person, but there was more to your color than just that. You were a macabre work of art, so if you had met...surely he would've remembered you!

"D...Do I know you?" He asked, trying his best not to cough up blood. You shake your head, "No...but I do know you. After all, we have worked with each other quite a few times in the past. Five times to be exact."

He narrowed his eyes, now he surely felt like he would've remembered you, especially if he met you five times. You chuckle at his furrowed brows as he tries to think about what you were talking about.

"You might not have seen me, but you have felt me." You tease, finding the look on his face quite endearing.

He wonders what on Earth you could've possibly meant by that, thinking long and hard. Yes, you did feel familiar. You felt calm to be around, perhaps slightly bit ominous, but you felt like...like the silence after a tragedy occurs. Solemn, causing slight anxiety to those around you, but then...quiet. Calm yet suspenseful.

Ah, he knows who you are now.

And you can see it in his eyes that he recognizes you.

"(Y/n)." He says, making it your turn to be shocked,

He was supposed to know you, but the fact he calls you...that name instead of your generally well-known one surprises you. He notices your expression change and smiles, "I do apologize if that was improper of me, but something inside me was telling me to call you that."

He was an odd one indeed.

"Don't apologize, I also feel as though we can drop the formalities, Jack." You chuckle.

You bring him the medical wing of the stadium and as you lay him down on the gurney, he grabs your arm before you pull it away.

"Thank you...for being with me all my life, (Y/n)." He grins.

If you had a heart, you were sure it would break from how true his words are. You had followed him along for quite a long time until you caught up to him, and now here you were, this time, he was able to finally see you.

"You truly are a cursed man." You sigh sadly, squeezing his hand reassuringly before standing up and leaving.

#Ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #ror loki #ror loki x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv loki x reader #snv loki #snv x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper x reader #jack th ripper x reader #snv jack the ripper x reader #jack the ripper x reader #jack the ripper snv #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv #ror #snv x y/n #snv x you #ror x you

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary : The date with Chase ends horribly but Loki is there for you. He's your friend afterall.

Warning: mention of drinking, sweet loki is sweet, maybe he wants to be called pretty names and be cared for (maybe), midgardian men being an ass

"You are so cute aren't you?" He smiled at the compliment, he loved it whenever you complimented him, he probably would have found it demeaning if an Asgardian woman had said it to him but with you he didn't have to pretend to be someone he was not. Your tone wasn't condescending or filled with a sense of mockery, you just found him cute. Just cute.

"I am cute?" He giggled like a child high on sugary sweets, you were in the kitchen making something but he couldn't smell it, what was happening here? Oh!! He must be dreaming, because he knew you weren't attracted to him in that way. Right?

"Ohhh you are so cute.. adorable" you walked towards him and sat down on his lap which made him gulp, the proximity always made him want to do sinful things with you. Your fingers tucked his hair behind his ears and he felt every inch of his skin tingle. You leaned into him to kiss his cheeks one by one and then you kissed his forehead, the action immediately made him want to curl up to you again, maybe that's why he was having such an offensive dream. He wasn't sleeping in your arms tonight.

"Thank you" he mumbled softly and it made you smile, your thumb brushed over his lower lip which made him gasp a little.

"God you are pretty, you're a pretty pretty boy aren't you?" You whispered against his mouth but you weren't kissing him just yet and he really wanted to kiss you. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about it since last night. You looked down and there was a mischievous smirk on your face, he was getting hard because of all the touching and the praises. Definitely the praises.

"I apologize darling..I uhh--" before he could finish his words you pressed your index finger on his lips to shut him up.

"Shhhhh it's okay, i love that" his eyes widened at the statement, but then this was his dream after all. You wouldn't want him like that would you? He didn't think you felt the heat with him that you so badly craved, he was just a friend, no, not even that, he was just that man who had invaded your life and your personal space. You were probably just nice to him because you felt bad for him. The forehead kisses brought him back to focus on the dream, a part of him felt guilty thinking about you like this, you trusted him and gave him space in your room, you made him a part of your life and he didn't want to lose that.

"You like this?" You questioned as you pressed him against the back of the couch.

"I do" he could hardly whisper as your lips latched onto his neck, sucking and kissing every soft spot you could find.

"Such a good boy, I love you"

He woke up with his heart beating faster than ever, he had fought battles and been in wars but he had never been so out of breaths before.

For once he has awakened before you so at least you weren't up to see the disheveled state he was in at the moment. That and the raging erection he was sporting right now.

He averted his gaze to look at you, you were sleeping on your front with one of the arms right under the pillow, perhaps the reason why you didn't feel uncomfortable having his head on your arm all night, you were used to having yours. Your legs were folded in L shape and it made him smile. He laid down on the bed again to think about the filthy dream he just had about you, well he wasn't seeing Thanos and his men at least so that was a good change. Though he had no right to have such dreams about you, you were going to court some mortal that he knew would break your heart and hurt you.

Did you feel the heat with this Chase fella? You must, why else would you agree to date him if you didn't.

He couldn't sleep again so he got up and took a cold shower. He needed it. He knew he was starting to develop sexual feelings for you but the dream was something else entirely, did he actually want to be beneath you in bed?

He had hardly ever participated in such an affair before, he once attempted to be the submissive one in bed but backed out at the last moment because the lady he was woth seemed too harsh and he didn't feel comfortable enough to ask her to slow down or be gentle with him. In Asgard it was uncommon for men to behave in a subservient manner or excude gentleness so openly, it was frowned upon because it showed weakness.

As he opened the bathroom door he found you squirming with your legs crossed,

"Godd I was this close to peeing in my sink" you walked past him as you mumbled.

"Why didn't you just knock?" He questioned you

"I am not going to have a conversation with you while I'm literally trickling here okayy?" You shut the door on his face and he took a step back. Did he do something to upset you? You seemed furious, the snark in you had returned for some reason.

You didn't come out until you were all showered and dressed for work. How long was he in there for it to be morning already?

As you were doing your makeup you could feel his eyes on you. How dare he not come cuddle you last night? Okay you could have done it but he started it in the first place so he should have been the one to come to you after that silly argument or whatever that was, so what if you had a date? You both are just friends. Right?

"What are you looking at?" You asked him so he shrugged and went back to reading his book.

"I see you are getting yourself all prepared for your randevouz…with Chase. Quick question, why would anyone want to name their child Chase? " He asked you as he flipped the page of his book.

"The date is in the evening alright? I'm going to work"

"Are you okay darling? You seem a little…bent out of shape" you glared at him as he said that.

"What about you, what got your knickers in a twist?"

"My knickers are absolutely where they belong" he smiled and it annoyed you even further.

"You're so annoying, live with that" you snapped at him as you grabbed your bag and stepped out of the apartment, you noticed how his face went gloomy as soon as he heard that, he loved the bantering as long as it remained just that. He never wanted you to feel hurt by his words.

As he heard the door shutting with a thud, his eyes teared up, why was he so weak of heart? Should he just leave? Maybe he should, you probably were just done with him and needed your privacy. He decided to talk to you about it in the evening, the last thing he wanted was to lose whatever respect you had for him, perhaps he shouldn't have joked with you first thing in the morning, that Chase guy did get his knickers all twisted like you had said. He couldn't bear the thought of that buffoon putting his hands on you.

You were distracted throughout the day at work, Chase kept winking at you and it only made you want to hurl for some reason. You shouldn't have been so rude to Loki, he was just being playful like always or maybe just maybe he was jealous but that was wishful thinking right? He was a thousand years old and he must have been with plenty of women who must have been much better than you in every sense.

Chase told you that he'd pick you up around eight so you made your way back home. When you opened the door he was sitting on the sofa watching the tv, as soon as your eyes met he turned it off

"I want to apologize"

"I am sorry"

You both mumbled at once and it made you both smile, you sighed and walked towards him to sit next to him. You kept a foot of distance though.

"You're not annoying lo, I'm sorry.. I'm probably just pms'ing" He knew what that meant, you had told him all about it when you had your last menstrual cycle.

"I can be quite taxing sometimes darling.. it's not your fault" he smiled and it made your eyes tear up. You called him the one thing you had despised being called all your life and maybe he was used to feeling that way too and now the one person he considered a friend had told him that he was annoying, that must have hurt. It would have hurt you immensely if it was the other way round.

"You're not annoying, it's just me you know, that's how I am, I can't keep good people in my life, I do something or say something that I absolutely don't mean the majority of the time. It drives them away but I don't want to drive you away lo" his heart fluttered as you said that. Perhaps you didn't find him annoying afterall and he hoped you still wanted him to be here.

"You could never drive me away darling " he whispered softly so you chuckled

"If I had a dollar for everytime I have been told that then I'd be fucking rich right now" you mumbled as you got up. Maybe you needed to get a grip on your emotions today. "Did you clean up around here again?" You asked him as you looked around your space

"Yes, I just wanted to do something nice before I –" he stood up as well.

"Before you what?" You crossed your arm so he rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness.

"I just thought you were feeling troubled by my presence so–"

"So you were going to leave?"

"I just–"

"Where would you go Anyways huhhh? Are you trying to get yourself caught by those Avengers?"

"No I just–"

"Don't leave …pleaseee" your lips trembled as you raised your voice a little so he walked closer to you and hugged you, as soon as you felt his calming embrace you couldn't help but sob. You didn't want him to leave you, you didn't want to lose him too.

"I won't, I'm sorry my darling, I'm sorry " he cupped your cheeks to make you look at him and his thumbs wiped your tears, he leaned down to kiss your forehead and it made you want to cuddle him instantly. And kiss him. And fuck him into oblivion. Unfortunately you had a stupid date to attend. Maybe this date was the reason everything has been awkward between you two because it definitely felt fine before you mentioned it.

He kept looking at you and his eyes were moist too, you just hoped he wanted to stay here with you as much as you wanted him to stay.

"Are you still upset?" You asked him so he shook his head once.

"I never was, i thought you were"

"No I'm just…hormonal " you muttered the last word under your breath

"I will be mindful of that from now on"

You chuckled as he said that. He let go of your face so you stepped away too. He didn't say anything after that and neither did you. You wanted to be done with this date once and for all so you could come back here and you definitely wanted to sleep with him snuggling in your arms tonight. God only if he knew how obsessed you were with him.

"You look beautiful" He mumbled softly after you were done getting ready so you gave him a smile.

"I'll be back soon"

"Have a good time" But not too good.

"Thank you, you be here when I'm back okay?"

He smiled as you said that, you heard the door buzzing but instead of bringing him up you decided to go downstairs instead. Chase wasn't a bad guy per say, he was tall, handsome and nice to you, well atleast for now but you were definitely comparing him to Loki and Loki was a god, he was extra terrestrial and he was way out of your league but that wasn't going to stop you from dreaming about him. Maybe your standards were a tad too high for your own good.

"So Lyla told me you were like a lesbian or something so I was really surprised when you said yes" you scoffed as he said that, even the way he was just eating was ungodly and not at all elegant, everything Loki did was so regal and other men seemed like pests as compared to him, you definitely felt like a horrible person..

"Trust me I'm not lesbian but sometimes I really wish that I was" you answered him and he didn't get you at all. Loki would, he'd atleast smile and look Adorable as fuck even if your words had gotten over his head.

You couldn't wait to get out of the restaurant so you finished your dinner quickly and chugged the wine all at once, you were definitely skipping dessert.

He dropped you home and you told him that you didn't see yourself falling for him, he was upset for sure but at least you weren't stringing him along so that made you feel less guilty. Chase told you that he was thirsty and wanted to get some water so you took him upstairs unwillingly, you just hoped that Loki would hear you talking to him and disappear. As you stepped inside you didn't find him anywhere, you couldn't help wondering where he was though, Was he sitting on the couch or the bed?

"Here.." you passed Chase a glass of water so he sat down on the couch.

Loki glared at him because he was sitting right next to him, the smug look on his face didn't go unnoticed by him. He didn't have a good feeling about this guy and it wasn't even his jealousy this time.

"Look i know you don't want to date me or whatever but maybe we should just fuck and get it over with ya know?" Chase smirked and your face contorted in disgust.

"I think you need to go"

"I think you need to be a babydoll and sit on my lap"

"Okay get out now asshole" you told him as you walked towards the door and opened it, you were starting to feel really creeped out now. So he actually wasn't a nice guy huh? Surprise surprise.

"You're such a bitch" Chase said as he stood up and walked out of your apartment, you closed the door immediately. When you turned around you found Loki staring at you from the couch.

"So I'm assuming you didn't get to feel the scorching heat with him did ya?" He mimicked Chase's accent and it made you chuckle. He was enraged by the way that inferior man had just treated you with such disrespect but he wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, he knew you were fairly capable of dealing with such men in life.

"Heat? Forget heat, It was a glacier" he chuckled as you said that. Norns if he wasn't delighted that you weren't into that toe shaped male any longer.

"Are you alright darling?" He questioned as he walked towards you, your feet were glued on the spot in front of the door as he continued to get closer to you.

"Yeah ..men like him don't scare me" you mumbled as you took a step back and your back hit the door,

"What kind of men scare you then? Do I scare you?" Your breath hitched as he placed his arms on the side of your waist, his wrist twisted in order to lock the door which you had forgotten to do earlier.

"You're a god, but you don't scare me.. because I know you would never hurt me" you looked up at him and he opened his mouth to say something but the words died in his throat because he couldn't stop staring at those luscious lips of yours. Although he knew he had to say something before the moment would pass by him and he'd lose you to some another Chase.

"I would never want to hurt you" he mumbled softly.

"Why? Is it because you care about me? Because I'm your friend?"

"That is absolutely true" you bit on your lower lip as he said that.

"Okayy" you placed your hands on his veiny forearms in an attempt to push him away from the door so you could get away but he didn't budge at all. You looked up at him again and he leaned down to kiss your forehead but like all those times before he didn't stop there this time, he pressed a small peck on your nose as well

"Lo.." you whispered his name and your fingers curled around his neck. As you got on your tiptoes his one arm wrapped around your waist while he used the other one to tuck your hair away from your face. You placed a small kiss on his chin first and then none of you could stop yourself from crossing that line, at that moment you didn't care about anything else. As soon as your lips met with his you felt it all, everything you had ever wished for in life, it was right there in that little kiss. At that moment you just knew nothing would ever compare to the feeling of being able to kiss him like this. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync, he tasted divine, so sweet just the way his whole existence has been.

He pressed your body against the door as he pulled away for a moment to look at you.

"Heat?" His brows furrowed as he questioned you.

"It's melting lava out here lo" you cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, he was overjoyed that you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted it, he really enjoyed doing it and he knew he'd be addicted to this feeling of you. All his life he had felt as empty as you did, he never could have imagined that he'd ever find someone to fill that hole in his heart. He wanted to tell you how intensely he felt about you but he didn't want to scare you just yet, he wanted to hold onto you for as long as you'd have him.

You only unlatched from him when the desperate need to breathe kicked into your system, it was a weird feeling to actually find the man you had dreamt of all your life but it was too soon for you to tell him that, you didn't want to scare him away, a part of you knew someday he'd get bored or would get annoyed by the little things you do that he must find really adorable right now, you knew someday he'd lose his interest in you but in that moment you just wanted to be the one he wanted to be with for as long as he did.

"Ummm i… " He stepped away a little as you mumbled "Loki..I still want to be your friend..I love being your friend" he noticed how you were fiddling with your fingers as you spoke to him. Your friendship with him wasn't something he wanted to lose either. That bond he shared with you was pure and precious and he always wanted to keep you close to his heart in every possible way.

"I love being your friend" you smiled as he said that.

"Okay..ummm so..we can be friends who kiss sometimes and they cuddle"

"And friends who don't see other people"

"Yes ..that…absolutely that…I was going to mention that..it goes both ways right?" you chuckled nervously as you asked him that.

"Absolutely Princess" The pet name would be the death of you.

"Okay cool.. nice doing friendship with you mister Loki" you brought your hand forward so he grabbed it and placed a small kiss on the back of your hand.

"Anything else Madame?" He smirked

"Noppeeee…buddy" you slapped his chest playfully before you walked away from him. Okay!!!! You desperately needed a moment alone to process what had just happened. You also needed to change your panties.

"I'll go shower" you told him but he kept giving you that killer smile that made you want to run up to him and kiss him again. You closed the bathroom door and sighed deeply, your breathing felt erratic, there was a tingling sensation in your nether region that didn't seem to go away. You just wanted him to touch you everywhere and in every way. Is this what it felt like to actually be into a man you would get to have sex with someday? God this feeling was awesome.

As you stepped out he was already in that tiny bed of yours, the lights were out already so you walked towards the closet and put a lotion on, you also noticed the lack of the princely bed. That was an invitation right? He wanted you to get into that tiny bed right? Of Course he did, you two just kissed and it was the hottest thing ever. Atleast for you.

You walked towards him slowly and he scooted a little to make space for you, you both got into the usual position in just a few seconds, his head was snuggled between your breasts, your leg was curling on his waist and he had his arm around your waist, you sneaked your hand under his head and he purred like a kitten in response.

"God you're so cute" you giggled and his eyes widened, that's exactly how it felt in his dream this morning. Dreams do come true sometimes.

"Am I?"

"Absolutely..you're adorable" I love you. You wanted to scream but it was too soon to show him your crazy side.

"I love the way you hold me princess, I have never been held like this before" he murmured against your chest so you placed a soft kiss on his head.

"Well better get used to it"

He pulled his head away to look at you, even in the faint moonlight you could tell that his eyes were teary and they made you feel sad too,

"What's wrong?" You asked him softly but instead of answering he just went back to finding comfort in your embrace. He was so soft, he was the softest thing you had never known and even though you knew he was a powerful magical being in all regards, deep down he just wanted to be held and adored, he wanted to be cared for, he held a softness you had never witnessed in men around you, maybe that's what attracted you to him in the first place.

Life wouldn't stay the same forever you knew that very well, at the end of the day he was still an escaped fugitive and you feared the day they'd find him here and take him away from you.

What would happen to him? What would they do to your lo? The thought really bothered you. The fear made your heart clench so you tightened your grip around him and hoped that this night would last forever, even though you knew it wasn't possible.

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 4: The Magic I Can Do

Your only way to begin your journey to see The Doctor is when Loki pulls out the few tricks he still has at his fingertips to lie and deceive your way onto a train, which stirs new feelings of jealousy.

CHAPTER WARNING: Reader has a panic attack, jealousy

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Admittedly, having a panic attack in front of Loki, dignified and noble God of Asgard, was not your finest hour. 

Joey’s words immediately unraveled the net of plans that you and Loki were just beginning to weave. You were back behind Square One. Your head went fuzzy and your breathing grew heavy. The room grew hotter than it already had been, and the humidity only served to further suffocate you. Your senses began to take flight, and all that was on your mind was how this was going to make staying in the apartment almost impossible unless Joey procured another job immediately. 

In this economy, that was hardly likely. 

You mumbled nearly incoherently, your anxiety disorder bubbling to the surface again. “Fired? But…London! And our rent! And…him!”

Everything was happening at the same time while your body began drinking its own internal speed and making things worse. Half your livelihood was gone for at least the summer, and now you had a helpless, sexy dependant who needed to be taxied halfway around the world before it got sucked into some anti-world where up and down. Your eyes began darting back and forth as if you were reading your morbid premonition on a teleprompter. 

Joey knew what to do when you had a breakdown. Without adding to the drama, he brisky went for the kitchen, getting a glass of water as Loki guided you over to the sofa. Thankfully, a near lifetime of a moderate anxiety disorder meant that Joey knew how to take care of you (though it was embarrassing to admit even to yourself that your little brother sometimes had to step up and be your keeper, if only for a few minutes). The one consolation was that usually, the meltdowns were brief. 

As you recalibrated, Joey forced Loki aside and sat next to you, water ready for whenever you reached for it. Loki stood behind the sofa, watching with regret. 

“I’ve brought all of this trouble onto you both, and I never meant to hurt her,” he began blathering. “She’s wonderful.” 

Joey held up a silent hand, his usually reckless attitude pushed to the side for the sake of brotherly love. Loki felt envious, wondering if this was what he would do for Thor, or Thor for him, if they both lived in this magicless, Asgard-less life. 

About fifteen minutes passed before your heart slowed and your temperature dropped. The heat in your face receded. Loki pulled the barstool over and sat nearby, giving you the only privacy he could by looking everywhere but your direction. 

“Jesus, guys, I’m sorry I did that,” was the first thing you said. 

“Y/N, you know I’ll smack you if you apologize for that again,” Joey mumbled, making both you and Loki smile in relief. 

“You say that every time. But I’m back,” you said. 

You asked them not to bring it up, but you still sensed the icky feeling of pity falling over you from Loki’s direction. Great, now he probably thinks I’m a baby!

 “Joey, what are we going to do?” you asked meekly, refusing to acknowledge the God-shaped elephant in the room while you still got over the internal embarrassment. 

“This month is paid,” he reminded you. “I can borrow money for rent if it’ll ease your mind.”

You shook your head. The idea of taking on debt only added to your stress levels. “I don't want that.” 

“Or we could talk to Gino. He’s not a bad guy, maybe he’ll spot us a month or two,” your brother suggested. 

“Joey, even rent can wait,” you interrupted. “What about…?”

Joey looked up and nodded. “Yeah, we need to figure that out first. You think you’re back in your head enough to strategize, Big Sis?”

You affirmed with a wink. Loki’s tense posture relaxed. 

You had Joey make a pot of coffee and pull out whatever food was left in your kitchen, which ended up making an odd meal of frozen fish sticks, vanilla pudding, and a few apples due to expire in the coming hours.

The summer sun took it’s sweet time setting, but even by dark midnight you were sitting around, slowly eating the last food you had in the house and planning for Loki’s escape together. The apartment cooled as the heat no longer radiated in from the west window. You hadn’t realized how much the hot, sticky environment was contributing to your stress until it was gone.

“Joey, I’m really beginning to think we need to get Loki to London,” you said. “I feel like it’s the right move.” 

“Maybe I can try posing as the actor again,” Loki suggested. “Clearly it works.”

Joey frowned. “Until the wrong person spots you and it gets back to the Real Guy that he’s got an imposter.”

“You don't understand, Loki,” you sighed. “It’s one thing to fool a drunken old fart in a southside pawn shop. Getting out of the country requires paperwork and money! I mean, I think Joey and I still have valid passports, but I don’t think that shiny little stone is going to get you past customs in Merry Ol’ England.” 

“Trains are cheaper,” Joey suggested. “Your paycheck would cover seats for all of us.”

Rolling your eyes, you reached out for a fish stick. Loki had been reaching for it at the same time, and your fingers brushed against one another. You almost giggled at how silly the cliche was, or perhaps at how his skin tickled your knuckle.

“It’s yours,” he insisted. You batted your eyes in flirtatious thanks. He winked back. 

“And how many trains go over three-thousand miles of ocean, wise-ass?” you quickly recovered, leaning back against the sofa and crossing your legs. 

Your brother threw up his hands. “I’m saying let’s get to Boston first, Sis. We’ll stay at my friend Paulie’s. We can see about getting on a plane or a boat from there.”

“Paulie, your old college friend? Ugh, he always smells like warm cabbage,” you cringed. 

“Well it’s either we get to Boston via train and stay with Paulie for free, or we stay in a dirty hostel three-to-a-mattress and walk.” 

Ugh, you don’t need to be a jerk, you thought. It was remarkable how quickly Joey could switch from being a sweet man to being a complete jackass. 

Meanwhile, the split-second idea of sharing a mattress with Loki made your head spin in a different direction. 

“And what happens when we get there? Do we know where this Doctor fellow is? Do we know for sure he can get me back to the TVA?” Loki interrogated. “And how do we do it?”

You bit your lip, looking down at your feet. “I don’t know. For all we know, he could just be a stuntman and the whole thing is a dead end.” 

“But what else is there?” Loki asked. “You’re right, we need to try it, but can we really wait a whole week?”

You thought. “Well, no. I can ask Mrs. Graves for an advancement tomorrow. She’ll give it to me, but it won’t be much more than what the train tickets are worth.” You’d taken a day off the previous week for a dentist appointment that went longer than you’d expected. That meant a whole day’s work would be left off your check this week for the sake of three fillings that cost eight times as much as the day would have paid.

Loki’s ip twitch as he had a thought. “How much can this man really do if his own means of traveling has left him abandoned?” You and Joey looked at one another in silence. Neither of you had the answer, because the question answered itself. 

Joey smiled, deciding to diffuse the pessimism. “Wow, going to see the Doctor! And the fact that he’s actually real!”

Twisting your lip and letting the stress melt away as best you could, you added, “Well given the circumstances, maybe that shouldn’t surprise you.”

“No,” Joey replied, pausing fondly to recall a memory, “It’s just that…it would’ve rocked Dad’s world to see this.” 

“I know,” you said sweetly. 

“Perhaps…” Loki chimed in, “If he has a set of films or shows like Loki of This World does, I should watch these, or I’ll remain confused about this mysterious man no matter how close we get to him. I’d rather not have any more mysteries in my life at the moment, if you don’t mind.”

You looked at Joey with a grin. “What say you? All-night Tennant binge?” 

You already knew the answer. 

For as invested as Loki seemed to be in the first few episodes of Doctor Who that you showed him, after you came back to the sofa from a bathroom run, he’d fallen asleep on the couch, sitting up, his head lolled back in peaceful repose. 

Joey hadn’t even noticed, lost in Silence in the Library, until you pointed at him silently. 

“I guess even Gods need sleep,” he joked, turning the TV off as you threw a crocheted blanket over his chest. Perhaps this was the only time his mind could be at ease in this strange, worthless universe. 

You weren’t expected at work until 1pm the following day, but if time was of the essence, you decided that taking the earliest bus up into the village of Liverpool was the best course of action. Thankfully you had a bus pass that still had money on it, so it didn’t cost anything in cash to get you and Loki up and out of the city that morning. 

Liverpool was a small, dense little village at the opposite end of the lake that bordered the north side. It was the closest the region got to a sweet provincial town, with several parks, small businesses, coffee shops, and libraries. The bookshop where you worked was a hop and a skip from the bus stop, sandwiched between a chiropractor’s office and a cafe. 

“Mrs. Graves is a kind old lady, but she’s a bit conservative,” you warned as you opened the door for Loki. “Let me do the talking, please.” 

Loki raised an eyebrow. “I regret to inform you that you have just asked an impossible task of me.” 

“What?” you asked harshly, squinting your eyes. 

“Well, someone once told me that I like to hear myself talk. The more I go forward, the more I guess I’m starting to believe it.” He didn’t sound overly serious. You chose not to press the matter further. Loki may have been a bit mercurial for the average person, but he had to know the basics of how to behave on Earth…

…or is it Midgard? No, Earth! You may have been adjusting to the situation now that you were thirty-six hours into it, but the absurdity of it all was still overwhelming. 

“Hello?” you called as you walked in with your charge. At first, there was no answer. 

“Mrs G?” you called louder, walking into the stacks and shelves, leaving Loki to meander behind you. 

“Mom’s not here,” called a higher, younger voice than you expected. 

Fuck. It’s Danielle. This will be a blast. 

Danielle was Mrs. Graves’ daughter. She was a sour, grumpy woman the same age as you. You’d gone to school together, where you rarely interacted beyond the few times you were lab partners. While you were supposed to be working after school, she’d always ditched you to do everything while she snuck out to football practice to collect STDs from the benchwarmers.

What sucked was that she was a stunner, tall, thin in all the right places, and of course, naturally charismatic with whoever she deemed worthy of her attention. In school, she used to get away with everything. Now that she was your de facto supervisor whenever her mother wasn’t around, it was evident that some people never changed. 

“I need my check early, Dan,” you continued to raise your voice, hoping to save face before she inevitably slapped it right in front of the God of Mischief. “I’ll get it and get out of your hair.”

“As if! Like you’re getting a dime before Friday!”

She emerged from the Sociology section in a bright blue sundress that you immediately envied. Automatically, she began to berate you in the way only she could get away with. “Mom called me in because she thought you were going to call in sick again. You’ve been doing that way too much lately, Y/N. Between dental work and getting sick all in the same week, are you sure you aren’t just falling apart?”

She immediately laughed at her own joke. You hung your head, aware of Loki right behind you, listening to her insults. She stopped short when she noticed him. 

She was always reading every celebrity rag she could get her hands on, and you had no doubt she could recognize an A-lister from behind a brick wall. Therefore, it only took her a moment to completely change her demeanor. “Wait…are you shitting me? Oh…it can’t be! Y/N!”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and cocked a hip to the side, posing like a runway model. “I mean, you didn’t tell me you knew Tom Hiddleston! Mind introducing me?”

You grunted, but before you could say anything resembling words, Loki gently nudged you aside, walking forward and extending a hand. “Good morning, Madame. Might I say, that dress is lovely on you.” He swept up her hand in order to kiss it delicately. 

“Oh!” 

She widened her eyes. You narrowed yours.

“Uh…Lokes?” you said insecurely. 

He ignored you. “Y/N and I have a distant relative, and I happened to be around filming a secret project.” He flirtatiously bright his finger to his lips, punctuating the lie with a ‘shh!” 

Your jaw dropped, showing off every one of those new fillings. 

“Mr. Hiddles--”

“--Tom, please. It’s Tom to the prettiest ones.” 

Danielle looked about ready to pee. Her body spasmed as it tried to keep poise, only to fail instantly at the god’s unfurling smile. “Oh, I’m surely not as lovely as all the girls out there--”

“--a-HEM!” you suddenly cleared your throat from the sidelines. “Uh, Cousin Tom,” you warned, hissing through your teeth with all of the self-control you were capable of, “Need I remind you that you’re married.”

The couple ignored you. Your eyes rolled so far back into your head you saw black. 

“I’m afraid something’s gone terribly amiss with my accounts, love,” Loki’s words came out like smooth butter. They sounded so genuine. Of course he would go after Danielle like this! “Some monster tried to rob me.”

“How terrible!: Danielle swooned. “Who would do such a thing?”

“People who think just because I have the world at my feet that I am not still a man,” Loki answered, looking off dramatically into the middle distance. “I feed my family with that money…I earned it bringing smiles to the people of this world…”

Shoot me, you thought. Please do it quickly, before she has your baby!

“I need to get home, my daughter--”

“--son!--” you corrected with a cough.

“--my son is missing me!” he corrected without missing a beat. 

Danielle held her hands over her heart, eating his disgusting story up like kibble. “Oh my goodness! Let me help you out!” 

Danielle led you up a set of stairs behind the childrens’ section, up to the small office built into the second floor. The besotted bitch wasted no time in opening up the safe. First, she pulled out a slip of paper and slapped it onto the desk, signing it and tossing it to you with little ceremony. “Here, Y/N.” 

Your check had a little less to it than you’d anticipated, but as it turned out, that wouldn;t matter. Danielle pulled out a large brown envelope from the safe, taking a minute to sift through it. As she pulled out a smaller white envelope, you decided that enough was enough. You couldn’t have Loki committing both identity theft AND robbery on the same day. Showing off too much would eventually draw the worst kind of attention. 

“Loki, let’s leave before--”

Danielle pressed the envelope into Loki’s hand. “It’s not much, but it’ll get you first class on your way back. I’m sure coach conditions would be too harsh for you, Tom.” 

You finally reached out to take Loki’s arm, tugging it firmly. “Let’s go…Cousin Tom!”

“One moment, Cousin Y/N!” Loki leaned over Danielle, laying a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, beautiful Danielle. I shall remember your kindness forever.” 

You couldn’t get Loki out of the store fast enough. You were so angry, you felt as if you could spit fire. The embers of jealousy were glowing inside your chest as you puffed it out defiantly, beginning to scold Loki like a mother. 

“You can’t keep doing that!” you barked. 

“Why not? I just got us--” he trailed off as he handed you the envelope. You opened it and quickly counted nearly $1000 dollars. Combined with your paycheck, it was enough for train tickets, possibly even the whole week in a cheap motel outside of Boston. 

At least we won’t have to stay with that dumbass Paulie! 

“Loki, you’re lucky she didn’t think to ask for a photo! You can bet she’s going to be going to all of her social media accounts about this,” you explained. “It can get back to the real man you’re pretending to be. You don't have the magic to get out of federal prison! You get busted, Loki, and you’ll NEVER get home!”

You were so angry and jealous that you turned your back, keeping tabs on the envelope, and walked back toward the bus stop. Loki had to chase you. 

“Y/N, are you upset with me?” he asked, disbelieving. 

“I…” you stopped yourself, touching the necklace you were wearing that he’d just gotten for you without a thought. Suddenly, it didn;t seem to matter as much that he’d batted his eyes at the likes of Danielle. He wanted something from her. He’d only wanted to give something to you.  

“...you know what? I’m being silly. It’s been an emotional few days.” You didn’t want to risk another panic attack in front of him, especially seeing as you didn’t have your Emotional Support Joey this time. “I imagine you get it.”

Loki smiled, clearly relieved at your changing mood. “I do.” 

You stood at the stop for about fifteen minutes. Luckily, today was a bit more temperate, the humidity giving way to a rather refreshing breeze. “Well,” you said with a smile, “At least we have a way to get to the coast….thanks to you.”

You looked up at him as he stepped toe-to-toe with you. “I owe the hope that I have to you, Y/N, but I must ask you something serious.”

You took in a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“...was my performance stirring? Was I sweet?” he asked, barely holding in his need to tease. 

You pursed your lips and shook your head. “Sugary-sweet, Mr. Loki, and the last thing I needed today was another cavity.” 

He chuckled, putting a kind hand on your shoulder as the bus pulled up. “Well, it seems I can pay for your surgeon’s bill this time, courtesy of Danielle!”

Of course he was only joking. Every cent of that bonus money needed to be spent on your upcoming journey, and after you returned home, it was nearly noon. Joey had fallen asleep with the TV still turned on. You chucked a pillow at him in order to wake him up, and the rest of the day spent planning and booking tickets to New England. 

By 8am the following morning, the three of you were walking the eleven blocks northward toward the transit station, you and your brother with duffel bags slung over your shoulders, Loki holding the tickets, passports, and money in a messenger bag of his own that you’d dug through the closet to find. It was foggy and overcast, which was a weather pattern more common in the city than bright, sunny skies. 

Luckily, the train was on time, so you didn’t have to spend much time in front of everyone in the waiting area, risking someone identifying Loki as someone of consequence. 

“You didn’t spring for Business class?” Joey complained, reading his ticket. “We could’ve afforded it, Sis.”

“Twenty bucks extra each? That’s grocery and lodging,” you reasoned. “Fuck that. We don't even know how we’re going to be able to afford to get out of Boston! The first thing we do after we check into our motel is find a bodega that has food.” 

Joey leaned in to Loki with an aside, as if you couldn’t perfectly hear him when he said, “She’s worse than a mom, isn’t she?”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t always act like you still needed one--”

“--here it comes!” Loki announced as you made your way onto the platform, where four other individuals stood, waiting about as you now were. The train was always close enough to hear as it pulled up, a strong breath of wind in its wake. It was nearly deafening. 

Several conductors in matching suits exited the train and began scanning tickets, letting people abroad. 

Joey whispered behind his hand to both of you: “Let me go first, I got this.”

You grunted with disapproval. Joey presented his ticket to the conductor, choosing the only woman among the staff. To your deep regret, she was also an attractive lady. 

“I don't know, Mr. Hiddleston, trains are good for traveling incognito, but someone could still discover you in coach--”

The conductor immediately whipped her head up, observing Loki for several seconds, assessing him. Her cheeks grew red as she quickly grew embarrassed to be standing there in her stiff gray dress skirt. 

“--oh, our Business class car has plenty of unassigned seats,” she said quickly. “I can let the conductor back there know that we upgraded you.”

“Oh, are you certain?” Loki asked slowly. 

Don’t rub it in, showboater. you prayed. You were growing agitated again. Had Loki listened to a word you said outside the bookstore? 

“It;s Amtrak’s pleasure,” said the conductor. “Go down to the last car, and I’ll radio our staff down there that you’re keeping a low profile.”

“A million thanks,” Loki pressed his hands together as you presented your ticket, choosing to brush past him. 

You could hear the conductor saying in a coquettish voice, “Maybe I’ll wander back later and we could take a photo together?”

Within five minutes, the train jerked to a start, and the three of you finally left Syracuse behind, the announcer on the loudspeaker promising an arrival in Boston seven hours hence. The Business Class car  layout was simple, but with more space than a coach car. One side of the aisle was lined with single seats, the other doubles. Joey claimed a single seat near the middle of the car, and you took it as a signal to put your bags up above his head and settle in the double-set of seats across the way from him. 

You quickly claimed the window before thinking better of it. “Loki, you take that one. Everyone’s going to see your face if you’re right on the aisle.” He quietly got into the seat, you next to him. You instantly became aware that your thighs were touching. If he noticed, Loki didn’t say anything or shift in his seat.

“See ya in seven hours, nerds,” Joey put up his leg rest and pulled down the baseball cap he wore over his eyes. 

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Loki leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Don’t fret, please.” 

“You haven’t listened to me! We cannot be caught, Loki!” you answered. 

“I know that, Y/N, please trust me,” he answered. “But perhaps your brother was correct. There was more of a risk sitting among all of those extra people.”

It was true, this car was nearly entirely empty as opposed to the rest of the train. 

“Y/N, this world is the strangest I’ve ever seen, including the version of it where I;m from,” he confessed. “I have never been so vulnerable…so…mortal, than as I have been these past few days.” 

That hadn’t occurred to you.

“This is the only thing I can do to help you and your brother with this miserable chore I’ve given you by showing up in your lives unannounced like this. I have no magic, no illusions other than the ones I can conjure with my lies.”

You were bold and laid your hand on top of his. “You’re not a burden. Never.” 

Loki looked touched. “Thank you, Y/N.” 

.The two of you fell asleep before being on the train for an hour. When Loki awoke hours later, he noticed that you’d never let go of his hand, and that your head was leaning against his shoulder. 

He smiled tenderly and leaned his own head against the top of yours, getting the slightest whiff of your floral body spray before letting it lull him back into a pleasant sleep. 

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