#and then he looks over to loki who is just making heart eyes and blushing at the terrifying infinity stone abomination

[kaycrowley]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

You are a Saloon Girl in the lawless town of Xetas, and you have caught the eye of a certain mischievous outlaw.

(Cowboy Loki X Saloon Girl Reader)

(ADULTS ONLY 🔞: Semi-Public Sex, P in V Sex, Doggy Style, Bondage, Gagging, Clothed Sex, Sex in Front of a Mirror.)

Tags: @prince-ben-solo @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @holdmytesseract @high-functioning-lokipath @glitchquake @lokisstarlight

It was a typical afternoon in the Saloon, the patrons were all enjoying their drinks, conversing and laughing with each other. In the corner, a group of patrons were playing Poker, while the ragtime piano was playing as the Saloon Girls danced on stage. All was well until the doors swung open, the afternoon light casting an ominous shadow across the floorboards. Everything came to a stop when the patrons and workers alike saw the tall man at the double doors. He was known by many names; "The Menace of Mischief, Silver Tongue, The Frost-Hearted Foe, but the one name he truly went by was Loki Laufeyson.

His icy blue eyes scanned the Saloon as he made his way towards the bar. The only sound that can be heard was the tinkling of his spurs and the thumping of his boots across the floor. He took a seat on the stool at the bar, his gaze meeting that of the intimidated bartender. "I'll have ma'self a base burner." He finally spoke, his voice deep with a strong drawl. The bartender nodded and poured him a glass of whiskey and slid it over to him. Loki caught the glass and tipped his hat before taking a swig. Sensing that he wasn't here to cause trouble, the Saloon slowly bustled back to life, the conversations flowing, chips clacking, and the ragtime piano playing. Loki swiveled in his seat to watch the Saloon Girls on stage, smirking at the flirtatious display. One particular girl caught his eye, a girl wearing a green dress with black lace and a black feather in her headband. You were that girl, dancing in the center with your peers, Natasha, Carol, Wanda, and Janet, who were each dressed in their respected colors; black, blue, red, and gold.

After the little stage show, you headed for the Powder Room to freshen up. Loki slowly got up and made his way after you, looking behind his back to make sure that nobody was watching. You were in the Power Room, powdering your nose, when you suddenly heard a man's voice say "Howdy there, Missy!" You yelp and jump, placing a hand over your heart. Loki chuckled. "Didn't mean to scare ya, I jus' wanted to say that you look mighty fine up there...and up close too." You blushed at his forwardness, but you forged a smile. "Why thank ya, Stranger." You replied, but Loki got closer. "Oh I ain't no stranger, sweetie. You know damn well who I am, don't you?" You gulped and nodded slowly. "O-of course, Sir..."

"Then say it..." Loki cut you off. "...say my name."

You looked him in the eyes and said. "Y-you're....you're....Loki....Loki Laufeyson, the fella wanted by Sheriff Stark in Yorktown."

Loki smiled and chuckled at your answer. "Good girl."

"What do you want from me?" You queation.

"Don't 'cha worry, I ain't here to hurt ya." Loki reassured. "I just wanna show you mah Ace in the hole." You back away, a little scared. He chuckled again. "Oh no, it ain't no barking iron...well, not the kind ya think." He winked, unbuckling his chaps to lower his pants, revealing his member to you. You gasped and blushed, looking down at the thickened rod. You look up at him and lick your lips. "I guess I can be friendly~" you purr. Loki smiled and grabbed his lasso. "Atta girl~" he tied your wrists together, before wrapping the rope around your torso, tying your arms to your chest. You bit your lip, being tied up to get fucked by a notorious outlaw excited you. Loki bent you over in front of the vanity and lifted your skirt up, pulling your pantaloons down to reveal your ass and quim to him. He took a step back to look at them in all their glory and whistled. "I tell ya what, that's a mighty fine lookin' pussy ya got there~" You couldn't help but blush at that statement. Loki reached over and gently petted your awaiting lips, causing you to gasp and let out a little moan. Loki smiled and continued to rub his long, dexterous digits against your lips, wanting to make sure you were good and ready for him.

Once you were wet with arousal, Loki removed his kerchief from his neck, and wrapped it tightly around your mouth, gagging you. "I'm sorry, Huckleberry..." he said. "...as much as I love to hear ya sing, I'm afraid I'm gon' hafta keep ya quiet so ya won't get caught bein' a floozy." You nodded understandably and you felt his large hands gripping your hips. You anticipated his grand entrance, which he did smoothly. You moaned into the kerchief as he slid inside you, letting out a soft groan. "Oh mah stars..." he whispered, trying to contain himself. He gripped onto the lasso with one hand before he started to buck, keeping a firm grip onto your hip with one hand. Your moans were muffled by the kerchief, and Loki can be heard making restrained panting sounds. He wanted to be louder, but alas, he couldn't chance it, what he was doing was already too risky. You lifted your head and looked into the mirror of the vanity, seeing yourself with the green kerchief around your mouth and Loki behind you, pistoning his hips into your supple ass. He looked into the mirror at you and smiled with a breathless chuckle. "Now ain't that a sight?" He said, referring to how you two looked in the mirror. You weren't going to lie, watching yourself being bound, gagged, and fucked by this man only heightened your arousal, making yourself slick enough for him to pick up the pace. The Powder Room was filled with the sounds of your muffled moans, his panting, the clacking of his bullet belt, and your skins slapping. It was all so erotic and thrilling.

Loki was so close, his panting was increasing, switching his gaze back and forth to the mirror and his cock sliding in and out of you. He leaned forward, pressing his torso into your back and began fucking you vigorously, causing you to moan louder into the kerchief. "That's it..." he huffed. "...come on, girl." After a few good thrusts, Loki gritted his teeth and grunted, pushing his cock as deep as he can before releasing. You moaned into the kerchief and came around him, your walls squeezing his cock as if to milk it of all he's got. Loki shuddered and his cock throbbed at the sensation, giving you a few good extra spurts before slowly pulling out with a wet pop. He huffed and looked down at the results of his hard work, your cunt was now dripping with the man's semen, which was heavily erotic for him. Loki tucked himself back into his pants before removing the kerchief and untying you. You slowly stood up, looking down at the marks the rope left on your bare arms. Loki chuckled and ran his hands along the markings. You saw his hands glowing and the markings disappearing. You gasp and turn around, mouth agape in awe. "How did you...?!"

"Now, now, you know that a magician never reveals his secrets..." Loki grinned. "...now, perhaps you could be my little magician and never reveal our secret to nobody." He winked, causing you to blush. "I won't, Sir!" You reply, earning yourself an even bigger smile from him. "That's a good girl~" he purred before tipping his hat and slowly exiting the Powder Room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the realization of what you've just done. You smirked at the thought...this was going to be a dirty secret that you're sure as hell taking to the grave with you. You began to wonder if by chance you ever encountered Loki again, perhaps he could show you another reason why he's been nicknamed "Silver Tongue"...

#marvel loki #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #what if #what if...? #cowboy loki #spicy content

[jinkicake]

Also yeah we need that old Tighnari draft 😏

-loki

A/N: hmmm... i contemplated for a while about actually posting this or not but I suppose i will... for you! i wrote it and it's not like im going to finish it ever soooo here!!! heheh i wrote this back in like august(july??) when he was getting info revealed abt him and all we knew was that he had cute fuzzy ears LOL i barely edited this so.... please bear w me #freeballingit

OH! also, I plan to post the childe and heizou smut you asked for tmr!!!! (and the other smut that I have)

light tighnari smut draft where you unintentionally rile him up :-)

Tighnari x reader

SMUTT /// NSFW (reader w a pussy)

WC - 1.1k

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“I was just kidding, it was a joke!”

“Well, stop running then!”

Against your better judgment, you ignore the warnings from your boyfriend. The wind flows through the strands of your hair, nipping at your cheeks as you continue to run away from the forest watcher. Lush green grass smushes with every heavy step that you take, pushing yourself forward and further and further away from him. 

Note to self, don’t provoke Tighnari. 

“(Y/N),” He calls out from behind you, a low growl reaching deep within his throat. The sound alone vibrates throughout your skull and you nearly stop in fear altogether. You know the warning tone that he is using, one that he uses before he pounces on any unlucky individual who has to face his wrath. 

You glance over at him and screech as his hand roughly grabs onto your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. The impact of your two bodies colliding sends you flying to the ground and luckily, your boyfriend tightly wraps his arms around your waist to brace the fall. 

The lush green grass now feels soft under your touch and the blue sky above you almost seems peaceful. That is until black and green tamper with your view. 

Tighnari frowns down at you, his nose scrunching a bit as his fists clench the grass on either side of your head. There is a lecture waiting to spill from his lips and passion deep in his heart, ugh, you know you’re going to be stuck here for a while. 

“Don’t run away from me.” His pout deepens, eyebrows bunched together as if deep in thought. Right now, it is a little difficult to read him. There is a light blush dusting over his cheeks and the tip of his nose, his pupils are blown out and his lips are slightly parted. 

You can’t figure it out yet, why he seems so embarrassed, but he knows what it is. 

Tighnari loves the chase. The feeling rivals some primal urge that rests deep within his chest, that takes over and spikes up well into the forefront of his brain, it screams at him to catch you and use you until you’re no longer conscious. 

Even with his master of control, not even Tighnari can fight the primal urge to hold his lovely angel down and fuck her. 

“Running away will have consequences.” He tries to keep his voice light and airy, but the usual hint of sass is missing. You can tell he’s having a hard time maintaining a steady choice of words as his breathing becomes heavier. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek. Tighnari pins your wrist to the ground quicker, before you even get the chance to touch him. He grits his teeth. 

“No.” He solemnly confesses, might as well get it off of his chest. Quietly, the scholar sighs. “When you run away it-,” He pauses and looks away from you, glancing up at the sky as he thinks about his next words. “it riles me up.” 

“Riles you up?” You mimic and find it difficult to understand what he’s talking about. “Gets you excited?” Tighnari recognizes the teasing smile resting on your lips, this causes that primal urge to expand and bloom from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. 

“It makes me want to hold you down and fuck you.” He snarls, narrowing his eyes slightly to ensure that any fight in you dissolves quickly. Tighnari groans in the back of his mind and feels mildly embarrassed by his actions, he’s at least still conscious enough to acknowledge his primal urges are a joke. 

But, he still desperately needs to mount you like an animal. Fuck you until your thighs are shaking and tinted with his cum, until your belly is full from him and him alone. 

You recognize that look in his eyes. 

“Tighnari,” Slowly, you call out his name. You drag each syllable between your pretty lips, making him shiver and squeeze his eyes shut. 

His hips drop between your own and you finally feel just how riled up he’s gotten. The touch of his center makes you gasp as you suck in a deep breath of air, his swollen cock pressing against your clothed cunt. The light contact causes him to hiss and dive for your neck. His lips are already attached to your sensitive skin while his nose pushes your head to slightly tilt back. 

You lift your chin into the air and allow him to mark the smooth area. 

He moves your wrist above your head, holding both of them there with one of his large hands. The other falls down to your thighs and not so innocently pushes your leg up, bending it so that he fits more snuggly between your hips. The light stroke of his hand against your inner thigh only causes you to grow wetter against the ministrations of his soft lips. 

Over and over, he kisses your skin and inhales deeply. Tighnari licks a path to the junction of your throat, hovering over the pulse point before biting down and puncturing the skin with his sharp teeth. 

You let out a mild whine at that and shift your hips a bit, squirming to get into a more comfortable position. That little fight causes Tighnari to press against you tighter. Your shapes will be pressed into the ground and molded by the damp earth by the time you’re done with this. 

“No moving,” He orders within a breath, sucking in air for a split second before swallowing the taste of your skin. He carefully licks up the bead of sweat that rolls down your throat and stiffens a bit when he gets it on his tongue. 

Tighnari knows that once he starts, he will not be able to stop. 

He knows better than to fight his instincts. 

For a brief moment, his hips rock against your own. The motion is slow and gentle, almost as if he is getting a taste of the pleasure. Then it ends and Tighnari is nearly shaking above you, holding himself up with his bare strength until his hips ram into yours again. Only this time, it’s harder and quicker. 

Growls leave his throat as he dry humps you relentlessly and had it not been for his tight grip on you, you’re sure you would have been pushing up the grass he has you pinned against. 

His moans are quiet, little noises of pleasure that are being voiced whether he wants them to or not. You gasp at the realization of how badly Tighnari wants you. 

#tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x you #tighnari smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin tighnari #xiaos spicy almond tofu

[mischiefmaker615]

Feral

Summary: Tapped, Caged and Frozen.

Rating: R *Dark*

Note: Be gentle loves, i believe this is my first one shot with Frost Giant Loki technically Lol one Frost Giant one shot, coming up @buttercupcookies-blog

"oh don't get your nickers in a twist he's right over oh-!"

''Ow!'' you yelp after feeling a sharp pain hit your ankle, throwing your balance off to where you needed to extend a hand against the wall. Wincing, you look down to see a small piece of glass in your skin and not to far away, a broken phone. Yet what was more shocking was that the now broken phone lay just between Loki's feet.

''oh dear how clumsy of me and now look at where it's gotten me'' Loki sighed, scolding himself as he stepped over the mess and came over to you, his height reminding you just how small you were compared to a Frost Giant.

There was no fear, Loki had redeemed himself and his people long ago by helping Thor with various threats now and again to earth, so him towering above you now didn't send you any red flag feelings at all as you shyly tilted your head up to find him hunched a little to try to get a better look- I which you shifted away.

''it's fine- I know it was an accident. I'll just find a way to go clean-''

''none sense darling, it's the least I could do for harming such a.. fine mortal such as yourself''

The last statement had his eyes slipping past your shoulders a few times, making your cheeks redden as you glance back at your table where your friends were. Wasted and not even wondering where you were. He was a king after all, would it be rude to refuse? His charming smile had you practically woozy.. or was that just your buzz and blood loss talking.. but still, you couldn't help but hesitate.

''well.. I have a first aid kit in my car-''

''that would be perfect darling, allow me to escort you so you don't accidently lose your balance. A leg is a terrible limb to injure ad I feel bad enough already.'' Loki reasoned and took your hand without a word from you.

Just going with it and not seeing the real harm, you let him lead you to the back of the restaurant and out the back exit, taking note that his skin was colder than the night air. Your shiver didn't go unnoticed by Loki, who took his time walking since you were injured and his large stride was enough to equal practically three of your steps.

''my apologies love, I'm afraid getting closer would do you no good with your dropped temperature.'' He lightly joked as he slowed even more so you could lead to where your car was.

''you apologize a lot'' you couldn't help but tease, not sure if it was the right thing to say or not to a royal but his chuckle made you feel like it was alright.

''if I didn't for when I've done wrong, what kind of a king would I be.'' He smiled before you got to your car.

You've always loved larger vehicles and with your hurt leg, it made you regret packing far from the beginning. You even refused when he offered to carry you but you knew your heart's pounding would give you away about finding him attractive. Better to limp then to be embarrassed.

''thank you for your help but I should have this from here.'' You said gratefully as you opened the trunk and pulled out a small first aid kit from the side.

''don't be silly darling, I've started this so let me at least help finish it.'' he smiled and you jumped a little to feel his hands on your hips, taking note of the size before he carefully turned you around to face him and lifted you up to sit you down in the trunk.

The action alone made you blush and your hands gripped the edge to try to get yourself out and of course your words stuttered by his touch. ''its probably just a scratch Loki, I'll be-''

''a scratch normally doesn't cause one to limp darling, at least let me see it.'' he shushed and kneeled down with your ankle in his hand.

Holding back a wince, he looked over the shard of glass and hummed in thought. ''..this might make you uncomfortable darling but my finger tips seem to be a bit to big to get the piece of glass and I don't wish to risk you hurting yourself further so I need you to trust me.''

As if he'd knew you were going to question him first, he then bent his head down to your ankle, making your eyes widen and your cheeks began adopting their knew color of embarrassment as you watched him.

''what are you- ah!'' you yelped, your lips parted in silence a moment after as he raised his head with the glass between his teeth and a sly grin on his lips.

''not to worry darling, It was merely..'' his words slowed as his smile faltered to an unreadable expression and the glass falling to the floor.

Thinking maybe something was medically wrong or something, you glance down at your leg that was bleeding a little with the glass out now but nothing you could see to cause such a concerned reaction as you looked at Loki. ''what is it?'' you asked carefully.

His eyes slowly moved down to your bleeding leg, his eyes having darkened to a burgundy rather than a crimson. A shiver ran down your spine as you saw him inhaling deeply, almost like a wolf tracking a scent before a gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue run flat against your cut.

''gods I was unaware a Midgardian could taste this divine..'' he breathed, his voice almost representing a possessive growl as he placed his lips on your wound and sucked, his hand anchoring your ankle in his grip as your own tightened on the ledge of the vehicle.

''L-Loki stop- that's enough-'' you stuttered, trying to wrap your head over how this entire scene changed from help to get help! Were Frost Giants some sort of.. vampires? But you felt no teeth on you, just merely his tongue lapping at your wound and his lips occasionally sucking. Your heart pounded as you tried resisting his grip but he was far stronger than you.

Just as you opened your mouth to shout, he finally released your leg from his mouth and stood, his hands resting on either side of you to cage you in before you could even think about hopping out from the back. ''you drive me feral Y/N.. I must taste all of you..'' he practically moaned as his hands gripped your hips, his movements careful not to crush you from your mere size as you were but practically a doll to him.

Your eyes were wide and your mind raced to keep up with your heart, knowing what his intentions were and you checked your options. His knee rested just between your hanging legs from the ledge of the car, not allowing you to kick. His arms on your hips, leaving no room to use your arms to bring yourself out and any physical strength you could muster would be practically ineffective to his size and strength anyway.

Trapped. Caged. Frozen.

As he leaned forward, his eyes dragging over your chest and down to the middle of your thighs, your cheeks heated up and fear met your stomach as you leaned back away from him, only to encourage his advance as he climbed in as you tried crawling back away from him.

Trapped.

His Frost Giant size made him barely able to fit the back of the car, even it being a large vehicle but somehow the trunk door closed. His back was pressed up against the ceiling and his head bent low so his horns pressed up against the back of the back seats. All the while you lay caged underneath him with his knees on either side of you and his hands resting on each side of your head. His breathing was deep, as if he was using everything In his being to hold himself and you shook where you lay.

''p-please don't do this- you're a royal.. you can have anyone you want-''

''then I shall have you'' he smirked, his eyes blown with lust as if you had just given him permission and he bowed his head to begin sucking and licking at your neck.

Your hands rested on each of his shoulders, pushing him but to no success. His helmet gently yet firmly pressed against the side of your head as you looked away from him, only resulting in giving him permanent access to attacking your neck.

Caged.

You felt on of his hands running down your side and down your thigh, firmly grasping it and despite your resistance, pulled it around his leg so he had a knee between your own, taking away your ability to close your legs.

His lips moved across your jawbone and nibbled your earlobe, making your nails dig more into his exposed shoulders where his smirk showed he noticed your ticklish spot. you whimpered, pushing him away and pushed at his chest but as his lips traveled below your ear and licked at your neck, the more you realized how the rest of your body was reacting.

Your legs shook as you got light goosebumps over your arms while your shivers traveled more up your body and it wasn't necessarily because of his different body temperature. To your horror, you felt yourself beginning to get aroused and your eyes widened.

Frozen.

His hand gripped your thigh, rubbing it up and down and dipped down now and again to squeeze your ass before you felt it travel to your waist and his fingers curled to grip the edge of your jeans.

''w-wait-''

RIP

He yanked once and your jeans ripped apart, exposing your intimate parts only covered by your black panties. He shifted so he was looming above you again, his eyes traveling down to examine his new findings and smirked, almost seeing a hungry in his eyes as he gripped your hips and pushed you up more so you were closer to the back of the seats for his height to be accommodated but he was still in a hunched position.

You prayed the signs would show that this had to stop, or at least someone would return to their car and perhaps notice the scene but the growing fog in your windows would make it impossible for someone to notice inside. A frost giant with their height alone in the back of the car would have no way to dip their head comfortably and reach your inner most area, even with the top of your head at the back of the back seats.

That wouldn't stop Loki.

Your eyes widened once more as the snap brought you out of your desperate thoughts and noticed he had removed your panties and looked hungrier than ever with lust. His eyes raised to lock with yours, a mischievous and almost a cruel look formed on his lips before you suddenly felt gentle yet firm pressure against your lips.

Fear filling your chest, your hand flew up to investigate but found no object at your mouth but you found yourself unable to open your mouth. Only muffles could be heard as you tried yelling out but your lips would not open. Just before you could panic more with being invisibly gagged, Loki slid a hand behind you to rest behind your back before you were suddenly pressed against his chest.

Without missing a beat, you two were suddenly flipped and Loki now lay comfortably on his back, being able to accommodate his full height and you now on top of him. finding the opportunity to try to dive over the seats, his grip on your hips tightened as your knees rested practically against his chest. Youd practically have to do the slits if you could even dream straddling a frost giant.

''ah ah ah darling, I have other plans for you'' he teased and suddenly you were shoved forward, his hands gripping your hips before you knees landed beside each side of his head, cunt meeting his awaiting tongue as he wasted no time to lap and dive his tongue into you.

A whimper followed be a held back moan hummed on your lips, your heart rate picking up at your panicked feeling of such an intimate position where you tried gripping the seats to try to get away but Loki planted his hands firmly on your hips, grounding you and you could practically feel him smirk against your cunt.

He merely shook his head at your attempt to get away, resulting in rubbing the tip of his nose against your clit while he ran his tongue up and down against your cunt, making you shiver as your arousal picked up.

You hated him, you wanted to hate this, but he was making it very difficult in trying to make this not enjoyable. Your nails dug into the seats as your chest pressed against the back of them. Loki's grip lightened a little on your hips as your resistance to get up faltered and he began rocking you back and forth against his mouth and nose.

Your eyes raised, your head falling back as a hand fell to grip one of his horns and your shivers began to grow as well as your orgasm. The feeling in the pit of your stomach grew intense and your vision danced, cunt clenching around nothing as he tongue fucked you. Your grip tightened, your breathing picked up and your eyes fluttered.

All thoughts were gone, all concerns were gone. All your body wanted now was release. Loki knew you were drawing close as he moaned against your pussy, sending vibrations against you which made you return to now welcomed moans that were able to leave your lips. Your breath hitched and your back arched. Loki's grip tightened and slapped your ass, making you yelp with snapped pleasure before his tongue flicked and quickened.

All was enough and you fell from that glorious edge and climaxed. You moaned, practically screaming his name if it wasn't muffled but his magic and your body shuddered, cumming in waves as he moaned against you, lapping every drop graciously as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.

Loki's movements didn't slow down until your body began slowing down and you panted with your vision beginning to return. With a smirk, he suddenly sat up, your body sliding down him to lay on your back between his legs practically, his obvious erection against your back as he hunched forward to look down at you. His hands held your hips and your lips parted finally so you took proper breaths, your eyes looking up at him glassy while he smirked down at you.

Proud and hungry.

Raising up two of his digits, long and large, mischief danced in his eyes as they dragged down to your cunt.

''alright darling, I'd say you are practically prepared for your.. fitting.''

#loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki god of mischief #loki fanfic #loki x reader #lokifluff #loki #loki smut #loki x reader smut #Youtube

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 4: Mirror Kink(Touching me touching you...)

warnings/kinks: mirror kink, kissing, mentions of drinking, AU/canon divergent timeline, aged up character, jerking off, mentions of oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 0.7k pairings: AGEDUP!Denji x Fem!Reader teaser: You smirk, “Yes.” Denji’s eyes widen, “Who is it?!” This makes you giggle,then you place your hand on his arm. “No, no,” you take another sip of wine. “My turn to ask you.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

You’ve known him for a few months now, watching him grow from Makima’s little pet to this amazing devil hunter. You’ve gone on a few missions with the man in question, watching him closely and realizing where his strengths lie. He’s a good man, despite being a little naive and clinging to Makima a lot. Eventually, Denji starts to see something special within you and your friendship evolves into something very close and intimate. 

As the months go by, you grow closer to Denji. He begins telling you about Pochita and his dreams. You begin to realize that Denji is a little too old to not have had a real lover or still be a virgin. At 21, you would have thought he would have at least seen a woman(or man) naked at this point. But you were beginning to realize that maybe Denji wasn’t like the other men you knew and that were in your life.

Soon, it became too apparent that he had developed a crush on you…

You invite him over one night for a few drinks and some dinner. He’s like an eager puppy around you, always willing to show off and excited. You treat him well, which makes him think he’s got a real chance with you. All of his feelings for Makima seemed to have vanished since the moment you showed him true affection.

The drinks are flowing and the two of you have eaten a very delicious meal. This turns into a game of truth or dare(which you had to explain to him). He’s practically wagging his non-existent tail when he realizes what this means for him.

“Hmm, truth,” you say before taking a sip of wine.

Denji smirks, “Do you have a crush on someone?”

This makes your heart skip a beat and you smile slyly. You know that Denji is just fishing for some compliments and maybe for you to spill the beans on your crush on him.

You smirk, “Yes.”

Denji’s eyes widen, “Who is it?!”

This makes you giggle,then you place your hand on his arm.

“No, no,” you take another sip of wine. “My turn to ask you.”

Denji pouts, “Awh, I forgot.”

“Truth or dare, Denji?”

He takes a moment to consider it, “Dare.”

You place your finger on your lip, thinking of something suitable for this situation. Then you giggle once more.

“Alright, I dare you to kiss me.”

Denji swallows hard and he asks you to repeat yourself, so you do repeat yourself. You think he’s going to chicken out before he smashes his lips against yours. It’s a little painful and sloppy, but it’s so passionate and raw. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you kiss him back.

Neither of you continue the game. Soon you’re just making out on the couch. And then you guide Denji into your room, settling him on the edge of your bed. You strip yourself in front of him, making the bulge in his pants even harder and more noticeable. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this with you,”

Your words hit so deep inside of him. You’re unbuckling his belt before he can even properly react. With your hand around his cock, Denji can’t help but pant and moan for you. He’s never experienced anything quite like this before. You’re just so beautiful and you smell so good and your tits are so full and warm as you press against him.

“Look at my pretty boy,” you murmur against his neck as you begin jerking him off. “Look baby,”

You point to the mirror that’s just in front of the two of you on the wall. Denji blushes when he catches sight of himself being jerked off by you. But he cannot deny that it is utterly sexy to be in this position.

You continue to pleasure him with each flick of your wrist and wet kiss on his neck. Denji can no longer tear his eyes away from the erotic sight that is before the two of you. If anything, it seems to be turning him on even more. And when he cums, he’s watching himself thrust up into your fist with each pathetic little and loud moan that falls from his lips.

Before you know it, Denji has you pushed onto the bed and he settles between your thighs. There’s that mischievous smirk on his face as he spreads your legs.

“Let me dare myself to taste you…” he says in a husky tone. “And you watch yourself cum so hard for me in that mirror.”

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A/N: Request from anon and some of my own ideas that had to be written down because Loki demanded it. This is technically Part II to this Imagine!

Words: 2492 Warnings: implied smut, biting

Your hair was still wet when you got out of the water, your back numb from the gushing waterfall Loki had kept you pressed against while fucking the life out of you and you were sprawled out on the blanket. Loki conjured a soft towel for you both to dry off and afterward, you ended up leaning against his chest as he fed you some of the grapes and read you passages of the book he had brought. It didn’t matter you couldn’t understand Old Norse—his voice was mesmerising either way and certainly the best form of aftercare you’d ever had.

Hours must have gone by. Hours filled with even more sex, passion, and some of the most profound conversations you had had in a while.

But once the sun began to set and the lagoon got darker and darker, Loki stirred and you, much to your dismay, decided to return to the palace through the stables to go unnoticed.

“Thor will decapitate me.”

“As if you care what Thor thinks,” you said, chuckling.

Loki smirked. “I don’t. But I do quite fancy my head, pet.”

Pet. There it was again. Before your mind could swoon over his new nickname for you, you were interrupted by a cute and boyish voice the very moment you entered the stables.

“Prince Loki! Shall I prepare your horse for you?”

The stable boy emerged from behind a wooden wall carrying a pitchfork. He was sweaty from the manual labour and his clothes were filthy from working with the horses. He was cute though. You could tell he had a heart for animals straight away.

“No need, Edri. I’m just passing through. Avoiding attention, you understand.”

“Of c—oh. You brought company. Oh…” He paused, blushing. “You brought beautiful company.”

You smiled at him but not without noticing how Loki tensed up right next to you. His arm came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to make a statement. Edri immediately cleared his throat and forcefully ripped his gaze away from you.

“Well then… I haven’t seen either of you, my prince.”

“Thank you.”

“Loki? Can I see your horse?”

“I’ve just fed her. She’s right over there?” Edri offered before he could answer.

Loki gave you a smirk and a defeated sigh. “Very well.”

The experience did not disappoint. After Edri led you into one of the boxes, you were greeted by one of the most beautiful black mares you had ever laid your eyes upon. She seemed friendly—and she immediately let you touch her and even neighed in delight when Edri slid you an apple to feed to her.

“What’s her name?”

“Skelmir—it’s Old Norse for Trickster,” Loki answered.

You chuckled. “So she’s as mischievous as you then?”

“Occasionally.” He winked.

“She likes you. Skelmir is one of the shyer horses around here,” Edri explained. “Animals can tell if one has a good heart.” His gaze was soft and gentle—and it lingered long enough to make Loki seethe, it seemed.

“We should head inside now. Shall we? Edri.” His voice was stern and you chuckled once more, realising with a start that Loki was jealous the stable boy was flirting with you. There was no real danger here, of course—he was cute but it was Loki who had stolen your heart. But you were flattered. The fact that he was jealous meant he cared, right?

You nodded, tearing your mesmerised glance off of Skelmir, and followed Loki back into the palace. Not even a moment later, an aggressive voice echoed through the palace walls.

“Loki!”

Loki sighed. “What?”

You both turned, facing a fuming Thor.

“Where were you two? The entire palace was looking for you!” The God of Thunder spoke your name reproachfully. “You were supposed to remain supervised, Father said—“

“I was supervised,” you offered.

“By Loki! There is a reason we have asked you to stay away from him.”

“Oh, please.” What’s the worst thing I could do? Sleep with him? You grinned at your thought.

“Where did you even go? Why is your hair wet?”

Neither of you answered and Thor sighed. “Well, what’s done is done, I just hope Loki didn’t twist your head with his nonsense too much.” Your grin grew even wider—and Loki joined in. Part of you wanted to tell Thor, just to see his reaction but perhaps for now, it was for the best not to tell him that you had quite literally fucked the God of Mischief.

“We’re having a midsummer celebration in the throne room tonight. Everybody is welcome.”

You turned to Loki. “What’s that gonna be like?”

“Drinking, dancing, eating, and karaoke. Surprisingly, it’s not too different from celebrations on Midgard.”

“Karaoke? On Asgard? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, I’d dare assume the songs we sing are nothing like what you are used to from Midgard but essentially, the concept is the same.”

“I won’t miss that then. But only if you get up there and sing too,” you teased, grinning at him. Thor tilted his head in confusion, clearly not used to somebody being all flirty with his adopted brother.

“I’ll have a maid sent to the guest chambers to dress you for the occasion,” Loki said. And with that, and perhaps to not raise even more suspicion in Thor, he walked off with a final wink.

You didn’t realise how hungry you were until the maid came knocking on your door about an hour later, a selection of dresses in her hands—the decision was quickly made to wear the green one she had brought. It took her half an hour to get your still a little damp hair situated before finally, she escorted you to the throne room that had transformed into what could only be described as a food hall.

Your eyes scanned the room and you smiled awkwardly when Volstagg waved at you.

“Looking for someone in particular?” Loki offered, appearing behind you. Your heart skipped a beat and you spun around, joining him at the table he led you to. The other people chatting away and drinking there you did not recognise but that wasn’t important. Not even the fact that Volstagg and the others looked downright shocked upon you choosing to sit with Loki rather than with them mattered.

“You look beautiful, pet. One could mistake you for an Asgardian.”

“Thank you. I’ll blend in then. Is that the stage for the karaoke?” You pointed at an elevated platform next to the throne.

“It is indeed,” Loki said while a maid came by to pour you drinks.

“I don’t see a microphone.”

“You don’t need one. The stage is enhanced with magic. Once you step on it, your voice will be heard across the entire throne room.”

You clinked your glasses and then, the celebrations began.

You got tipsy fast, the Asgardian mead messing with your mind only one drink in. Loki needed a few more to let go. You learned from one of the men sitting at the table with you that Loki used to be the most hedonistic party guest one could possibly invite to a celebration.

You did not doubt it—because after a few more drinks, Loki stumbled on stage and sang an Old Norse song. He even changed to lyrics of the chorus to English so you could sing, clap and dance along and just for once, it seemed, all was well.

No one was judging him for attempting to take over Earth but rather for how much mead he’d already downed. You’d possibly never had this much fun in your life. And even though you’d refrained from singing a song yourself, you soon found yourself in Loki’s arms, dancing like there was no tomorrow.

The sexual tension between you grew with every beat until eventually, the God of Mischief leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Let me take you to my chambers, pet.”

You nodded with wide eyes, unable to ignore the wanton pulsing between your legs. Next thing you knew, you were on Loki’s bed on his armchair in his chambers, kissing him senseless.

“Loki…” you mumbled against his lips. “I wanna…” Another kiss, leaving you breathless.

“Wanna suck you off…” you choked out. Loki pulled away for a moment, surprise evident on his gorgeous face. He tilted his head with parted lips.

“You truly are the most peculiar mortal I have ever met.”

You grinned. “Would you say I’m also the most endearing one?”

Fuck, you felt like a teenager again. Loki and you spent half the night making out, exploring each other’s bodies, and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of one another. By morning, he was familiar with every square inch of your skin and the soreness between your legs… it spoke for itself when you opened your eyes in his chambers when the sun was up again, naked, satisfied, and happy. Heavens, you’d spent the night making love to a god, after all! Life couldn’t get any better than that… right?

You rolled over, briefly distracted by a stinging pain in your neck. Ouch. Loki had gotten quite rough at some point last night, attacking your sensitive skin with his teeth and sucking and nibbling wherever his mouth had landed on.

“Good morning, pet…” Loki purred.

You smiled sleepily. “Good morning.” You sighed. “I want to spend the entire day in bed,” you stated. But then, your stomach growled.

Loki chuckled. “I’d dare say your body disagrees and needs sustenance after all the… activities last night.”

Reluctantly, you got out of bed. He was not wrong. You were starving. You walked over to the mirror naked, examining the hickeys he gave you last night. The one on your neck wasn’t a hickey though. It was an actual bite mark.

“Shit, Loki, I had no idea you’d be so kinky in bed.” You chuckled, practically admiring it. Loki came up behind you, his hands stroking over your upper arms as his blue gaze crossed yours in the reflection.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not more than hickey, surprisingly. I suppose you don’t have make-up here to cover this up though? That’d be easier than explaining to the rest of Asgard why the Earth girl suddenly has a bite mark on her neck.”

Loki waved his hand and the bruise disappeared. “Wait, did you…”

“It’s still there. I’ve concealed it. We can head to the healing room once you’re dressed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Loki!”

The banging on the door that followed had the God of Mischief sigh.

“Loki, I know you’re in there! There’s someone here to see you. You have a lot of explaining to do, brother!”

Loki frowned.

“Who?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I don’t normally get visitors from other realms. At least none that announce themselves officially and march straight through the palace doors. Get dressed, pet. I shall take you to the healing room right after.”

You nodded, putting on the clothes he conjured for you, and gave your hair a quick brush before you followed him outside, making sure that nobody saw you leaving his chambers. You made your way through sun-kissed hallways. It was a beautiful morning and you could already smell the Asgardian delicacies waiting to fill your tummy.

Still, you were curious about who Loki’s mysterious and unannounced visitor was. So you joined him, pushing the thought of breakfast to the back of your mind for now. In sight came a blonde woman with a suit of armour very similar to Loki’s, a guard right next to her to ensure she didn’t pose a threat.

“Who is that?” you whispered.

Loki swallowed thickly, his lips parted. His voice was a mix of relief and surprise. “That… Sylvie.”

“Your Asgard doesn’t look too different from mine, actually,” she said by way of a greeting.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, are you not happy to see me?” she mocked. Loki pulled her into an embrace. You felt a twang of jealousy inside of you.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay. Come in. And tell me what you’ve been up to. Have you heard from Mobius?”

“Not yet. Communication is a bit brittle across time and space. I have a lead on Renslayer though. You won’t like to hear it but she was last seen with Kang.”

“Great. So that’s another problem on our growing list.”

“Who’s that?” Sylvie nodded toward you and all of a sudden, you felt self-conscious about yourself. You lifted your chin in a feeble attempt to feign confidence.

You told her your name before Loki could answer, followed by a quick explanation as to why you were here. “And who exactly are you?” you asked then.

“She’s… me,” Loki answered for her. “Well, not exactly me but one of my Variants—from another corner of the multiverse, if you will.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Sometimes I wish I was, pet.”

“Pet? What’s going on?” Sylvie scanned your form—then, her eyes fell on your neck. “Is that… You idiot! You marked her?”

You frowned. How could she even see it? But you supposed that if she was a Loki, then she was able to see right through his concealment. “What? What does that mean?”

“She’s human, Loki! It’s a miracle she’s even alive!”

Loki glared at her, daring her to keep speaking all the while your confusion kept growing. Marked you? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Can we speak about this in private? Preferably where not the entire palace can hear us?”

“Loki, what does she mean?”

“The bite mark of a Frost Giant,” Sylvie explained coldly, “it’s like a magical seal that signifies a partnership between two Frost Giants.”

“So… what… does that mean I have magic in my veins right now?”

Sylvie ignored you. “What were you thinking, Loki?”

“I was drunk!”

“Of course you were.”

“Oh, don’t think for a second I wouldn’t have done this had I not been. She’s fine.”

Just this morning, you had asked yourself what exactly Loki and you were. Calling him your boyfriend seemed inappropriate but quite apparently, you now had an answer to your question. Partner.

Loki did not seem like the type of person who would sleep with just anyone. Having fun and giving pleasure was one thing but even then… the God of Mischief surely was selective with his lovers. You bit your lower lip. You hadn’t known about the meaning of this bite mark but you couldn’t say you minded it. If that was his way of making you his, you’d receive it with open arms. You could only imagine the exciting kind of future you’d have with Loki—even if it would take a while to convince whoever this Sylvie was that just because you were human, that didn’t mean you’d let anyone mess with you or keep you away from the cheeky God of Mischief.

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Embracing Radiance

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Pairing: Loki x gn! reader

Words: 1.1k +

Warning/Content: slight angst but mostly fluff, insecure reader, the reader undresses in front of Loki (but nothing really explicit activity happening), established relationship, no use of y/n | lmk if there is more

Synopsis: Loki becomes a source of strength and love for the reader who faces body-shaming at work. Through tender affirmations and intimate kisses, Loki proves that beauty is all about embracing their unique radiance.

A/N: Sooooo my first ever fanfiction! Please note that english isn't my first language so there is a possibility of some errors. Hope you all like this!

The evening sun cast a warm glow across the city, painting the buildings in hues of orange and pink. As the day came to a close, Loki lounged in the living room of the apartment he shared with you, awaiting your return. The door creaked open, and he looked up to see you enter, a weariness etched across your face.

"Darling, you're home," Loki greeted, rising from his seat with a gentle smile. He could sense something was amiss as he observed the way you carried yourself. Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes, once filled with spark, now seemed clouded with a burden. You offered a weak smile in return, kicking off your shoes and making your way towards the living room. Loki walked over to you, concern evident in his emerald eyes. "What troubles you, my love? You don't seem okay."

You sighed, a heavy exhale escaping your lips as you sank into the plush couch. Loki took a seat beside you, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's just been one of those days, Loki," you confessed, avoiding his gaze. Loki tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me, my sweet, what has transpired to cast this shadow upon your radiant countenance?"

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in him. "I overheard some hurtful comments at work today. People were talking about my body, making me feel like I'm not good enough, like I should change the way I look."

Loki's expression shifted from curiosity to indignation. "They dare to criticize you? By the Nine Realms, such insolence!" He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. "You are perfect just the way you are, and anyone who says otherwise knows not the true essence of beauty." You nestled into his embrace, finding solace in his words. "I know I shouldn't let their words affect me, but it's hard, Loki. It's hard not to internalize their negativity."

Loki lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, my love. Their words hold no weight. You are exquisite, a marvel crafted by the gods themselves. Your spirit, your mind, and yes, your body—all are divine. Do not let the shallow opinions of mortals lose your perception of self."

A small smile played on your lips, appreciating Loki's unwavering support. "Thank you, Loki. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine." Loki's eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "You are my heart, and I will not allow anyone to dim your light. Now, let me show you just how breathtaking you are."

With that, Loki stood, offering his hand to lead you to the bedroom. Intrigued by his proposal, you followed him, the warmth of his hand comforting. As you entered the dimly lit room, candles flickered, casting a soft glow that danced upon the walls.

Loki turned to you, his gaze filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Undress for me, my love, and let me unveil the beauty that is rightfully mine to adore."

A hint of blush colored your cheeks, but there was a magnetic pull in Loki's gaze that made you feel desired rather than self-conscious. You slowly removed your clothes, each garment falling away as Loki watched with a hunger that wasn't merely physical but emotional—a yearning to connect with the vulnerability you shared.

Once you stood before him, exposed in more ways than one, Loki's eyes roamed your form, appreciating every curve and contour. He stepped closer, tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your body.

"You are a masterpiece." he whispered, his breath sending shivers across your skin. "From the curve of your neck to the gentle slope of your shoulders, every inch of you is a testament to the divine artistry of creation."

Loki dropped to his knees, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your foot. "This, my love, is a symbol of your journey—the paths you've walked and the steps you've taken. It is beautiful."

He continued his trail of kisses, looking up from time to time stealing glances of your reaction, moving upwards with each gentle caress. "Your knees, strong and resilient, have carried you through the storms of life. They are a testament to your strength."

His lips lingered on your thighs, and he spoke with reverence, "These, the canvas upon which life's tales are written. Every scar, every mark, tells a story of battles fought and victories won. They are a testament to your courage."

Loki stood, his eyes locking onto yours. "Your hips, a gateway to passion and pleasure. They are a celebration of desire and a testament to the allure that lies within you."

He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close. A shiver runs across your body as his cold fingertips touch you. "Your abdomen, the core of your being. It houses the fire that fuels your spirit."

Loki pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "Your chest, the home to your heart. It beats with a rhythm that is uniquely yours, and it is a testament to the love that defines you."

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice softening. "Your arms, the embodiment of your embrace. They offer comfort, strength, and support. They are a testament to the love you share."

Loki brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the connection of your mouths. "And your lips, my love, are the seal of our love—a testament to the union of our souls."

As he spoke, Loki's words became a soothing balm, healing the wounds inflicted by the world outside. With each kiss, he unraveled the layers of insecurity, leaving behind a trail of affirmation and adoration.

"You are magnificent." Loki says, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do not let the opinions of others taint the truth of your worth. You are a celestial being, and in my eyes, you will forever shine for me."

Loki's words and soft kisses ended you flustered, and your body as always, asking for more. It was an intoxicating blend of mischief in his eyes along with his tender touch. The weight that had burdened your spirit began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and self-love. Loki's words had the power to transform, to elevate, and you found yourself grateful for the depth of his understanding and the sincerity of his love.

In the arms of Loki, you found not just a lover but a partner who saw beyond the surface and cherished the essence of who you truly were—a radiant soul worthy of love and admiration.

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Rules To Break

Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, bit of suggestive smut... I think that was it! Let me know if I forgot something!

Word Count: 2k

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Chapter Five

Chapter Six

You would've expected a lot of people to step inside your chambers. Estrid, your father, brother, guards - but you would've never expected to see the tall, bulky and handsome frame of the man who haunted your dreams and occupied your mind on no end - Loki. You couldn't believe your eyes at first, blinking heavily and literally staring holes into him. "L-Loki?" You asked in disbelief; quite shocked. You didn't know how to feel about this. Feeling the urge to yell at him on one side. To tell him to go away and never come back. You wanted to let him know how much you hated him. Spit it right into his face. Though, on the other side, you couldn't deny the way your heart skipped more than just one beat, when you laid your eyes upon him; or when he gave you that smile.

"Hello, princess Y/N." Loki started, taking a bow. "I am sorry for disturbing you and being so rude to just barge in - and I'm certain you wish to know why I am here at all." The moment his deep, yet soft voice urged to your ears, your memory immediately took you back to the lake all those weeks ago. Especially to that one night, where he kissed you. A tingly feeling spread all throughout your belly at that thought. "I-I... Yes." More words weren't able to leave your lips. You were way too overwhelmed by all those feelings and thoughts coursing through your system - and by his sudden appearance.

"Well, first of all, I... I would like to apologise. I am the reason you are trapped inside your chambers. I regret informing your father. I really do, but I-I had no other choice. You must understand this. I had my duties and obligations, unfortunately. So, I beg of you... Please forgive me, my princess." His kind and gentle words touched you. There was, without a doubt, honesty swinging within his voice, telling you that he really meant what he said. This wasn't one of his macho shows, no... That was him, showing you his probably most vulnerable side. You could feel that he was truly sorry, but... Could you forgive him? It was a difficult question, but then you remembered, how you actually lied to him. You didn't tell him who you were. You kissed Loki, without him even knowing that you were the princess. Hence, you almost slept with him. You put on a mask and more or less fooled him. So... Was it fair to be still angry at him, when he wasn't angry at you anymore? Both, you and him made mistakes.

You looked up to meet his ruby eyes, nodding. "I understand you, prince Loki. I forgive you - and I-I hope you can forgive me, too." The prince's lips twitched into a smile; visibly relieved. "I forgave you already a long time ago, Y/N." You couldn't help the blush, which spread over your cheeks; his charming smile causing your heart to skip another beat. But the look in his eyes told you, that this wasn't the only reason why he was here today.

"You, uh... You didn't just come all the way from Jotunheim to apologise, did you?" Loki chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I didn't. You are right," he said, stepping closer. Blinking, you frowned, as the prince reached for your hand and gently - almost cautiously; afraid to make a mistake - took yours into his big one, swallowing it whole. You were confused and yet you felt those butterflies within your belly again, as he touched you; never wanting him to let go, because it felt so good. So right. As if your hand belonged right there. You saw that he was quite a bit nervous - something very unusual for the usually so confident and sassy prince, you thought. You could've sworn you saw his heart beating against his bare chest, as his stunning eyes met yours once more. "Y/N, I... I just couldn't stop thinking about you the past weeks. I tried to occupy my mind; take my thoughts elsewhere, but... I couldn't. I think about you day and night. In fact, I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. I was blind at first, didn't know what was going on, but then I realised... I... I love you, Y/N. Ever since those nights we spent together at the lake. I fell in love - hopelessly, and... And for some reason I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine, and should that link be broken, either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die."*

His words echoed in your head, repeating themselves over and over again. Loki is in love with you. Loki loves you. He is in love with you. Hearing this, caused your heart to almost beat out of your chest. He loves you. You never anticipated, that he would ever feel the same. That you could be more to him than just an 'adventure'. Another fling. Nothing more. But now... Now he told you that he loved you - and the feeling was mutual. You didn't want to admit to yourself and neither to Estrid, but it was true. You knew that now. You loved him, too.

"I-I really hope that my heart didn't betray me and that you are feeling the sa-" You didn't let Loki finish his sentence. Enough talking, you thought and freed your hand from his gentle grasp, wrapping both your hands around his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you pulled him down and silenced him with a kiss. The second your lips collided with his, fireworks exploded within you. It felt so good to finally kiss him again. So right. Like home... It felt like home.

Loki sighed into the kiss, relieved. That was all he needed to know, in order to ask you the important question, which was still lingering on his mind. But first, he enjoyed the kiss; unable to resist the urge to pull you closer. So, the prince did just that, wrapping his strong arms around you. "I take that as a yes then." Loki chuckled breathlessly, after letting go of your alluring lips. "You better will." He smiled; couldn't help but to kiss you again. It was more than clear, that you loved the prince truly and wholeheartedly - and yet, there was still nervosity running through his veins, given the fact that he still had to ask you the probably most important question of both, yours and his life. "There's... There's something else, darling..." Loki started, tracing the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. You looked at him expectantly; waiting patiently for him to continue to speak. "A question I have to ask you..." "You may ask, my prince. Whatever it is." He took a breath, eyes never leaving yours. "I really hope this isn't too bold to ask, but... Would you like to marry me, princess Y/N?"

You blinked, couldn't quite believe the words which had just left Loki's lips. "M-Marry you?" He nodded. "I know this is quite rushed, but yes. I really wish to marry you." "I-I..." "If you need more time or don't want to marry me, it's completely fine." You shook your head. "N-No! I... I do want to marry you! It's just so... surprising. I'm a bit overwhelmed." Loki's brows furrowed in compassion. "I'm so sorry, my love, for catching you off-guard." You squeezed his shoulders, giving him a soft smile. "It's the best surprise since years. I always wished to marry out of love - not because I had to. I just hope my father agrees to this..." "He does, my princess. I already talked to him; asked for your hand in marriage." Your eyes widened. "Y-You did?" "Yes. We have his blessing - and my father's blessing." A light-hearted giggle left your lips, as you felt happiness flooding your veins. Was this really just happening? Or were you dreaming? "So, we are going to get married?" "We are, darling. I'm never letting you go again. I don't want another prince to have you. It's time for me to make you mine."

"And that's how I met your father." You finished telling the love story of you and Loki to your eight-year-old twins, Áki and Váli. The boys were sitting on the fur, criss-crossed in front of you and the fireplace with wide eyes, hanging on your every word. Of course, you told the story more 'romantically' and left out the juicy, 'dirty' and 'dangerous' details, of course. They weren't meant for children's ears. "Wow..." Váli gasped. "So you are actually a warrior, mommy?" Asked Áki. You chuckled, running your hands through both boy's curls. "If you wish to call it that, yes." "Is that why daddy fell in love with you?" You had to suppress a giggle at your son's sweet, innocent question. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to ask your father." "Ask me what?" You flinched as Loki's voice was suddenly echoing through your chambers. He had been away on royal duty for three days and had just come home.

"Daddy!" Both boys jumped up; excited to see their father again. "Hello, little princes." Loki smiled and squatted down, opening his arms for them to run into - what they did, of course. Your husband lifted them up easily, cradling each son in one arm. "I missed you." "I missed you, too, daddy," Váli whispered, cuddling closer to Loki.

Both boys didn't leave Loki's side from then on; clinging to him. He spent some quality time with his sons, of course, before he sent them to play outside a bit. He had missed his own flesh and blood, without a doubt - but he had also missed you.

"What was it Áki should ask me?" The king asked, wrapping both his arms around you, as you stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for the festive dinner tonight. You smiled at the mention of what you had told the twins. "Well, I was telling them our love story, because they asked me how I met you; being all curious about this and Áki was very enthralled by the fact that I was a 'warrior'. He asked me if you fell in love with me because of that... I told him to ask you." Loki chuckled. "So, you told them our fairytale-like love story?" "I did - but of course I left out certain... details." "Certain details?" "Yes... Certain details, which are not meant for children's ears." Your husband spun you quickly around in his arms; a cheeky smile spreading over his lips. He knew of course exactly what you were talking about.

"I should've devoured you back then." You looked up at Loki, giving him a playful frown. "I beg your pardon, my king?" Another low chuckle left his lips; hands dipping to skim the clothed skin of your hips. "Back at the lake. I should've ravished you. It wouldn't have been wrong, given the fact that I became your husband anyway." A loud giggle rumbled through your chest, causing Loki's heart to skip a beat. Oh how much he loved you. "Good point, my love, but we didn't know that back then. And we both know that we shouldn't have risked it. I did what was right." "I know, my sweetness, I know." "Besides, you didn't even know who I was." Your husband nodded. "That is true, but it wouldn't have mattered. Even if you had just been a maiden, working on a farm, I would've made you my princess. My wife. The mother of my children. My queen, you are the only woman I truly ever wanted. You being the princess of Asgard just played into our cards. Nothing more, nothing less." You wrapped both your arms around his neck, smiling and blushing. "I love you, my king. More than words can say."

* Disclaimer: The last line is actually a quote from Guillermo del Toro's 'Crimson Peak' and therefore isn't my writing. It belongs to Mr. del Toro. ☺️ I just found it very fitting.

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[thedeathlysallows]

Glow

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader (previously established as Sugar Plum)

Summary: And I'm standing here handing you my heart 'cause I couldn't wait anymore

Warnings: depressed reader, angst, smut. Loki using his shadow magic for nsfw purposes, degredation, spanking, bondage, possessive!Loki, hair pulling. Warnings aren't exhaustive

Here's a part 2 to Santa Baby for y'all. I hope it lives up to expectations!

The year passes by in a dull, painful blur of building toys, spreading Christmas cheer, and ignoring the ache in your chest that appears any time you think about Loki.

No phone call.

No letter.

Nothing.

All you have is the ghost of a memory that fades with each excruciatingly boring day.

You can't even practice your magic properly... since... ya know... he was your teacher. Honestly, someone should've picked up on that. You're not your brother who takes everything in stride and seems to perfect everything with the ease expected of a future Santa Claus. You aren't your mother who just knows what to do to make someone feel better and keeps the elves satisfied and cheery without breaking a sweat. You aren't your father who is Santa Claus and brings joy to every living being across the nine realms.

You're... an imposter in a family of saints.

No wonder Loki ditched you as soon as he fucked you.

That's all you deserve.

To be used and tossed aside.

"You okay over there, sugar plum?" Sprinkle peers at you with curious eyes and rosy cheeks.

You clear your throat and straighten your dress. "Just fine, Sprinkle. How's the blushing bride?"

Sprinkle perks up even more, her mouth stretching into a wide smile. "She's perfect! I love Mrs. Claus more than anything in the whole world, but I think your brother picked a good girl! She'll be the perfect Mrs. Claus when your parents retire and pass the title!"

Sprinkle continues chattering but you block her out. You love Sprinkle, you really do, but it's difficult to listen to her go on and on about how perfect your brother's soon to be wife is. You know how perfect she is. You knew it the moment she stepped foot in the North Pole. You could sense it. Sprinkle is right; she will be the perfect Mrs. Claus one day. She'll have beautiful children who will one day also pick the perfect spouse and the tradition will keep going for as long as the world still spins.

And you'll be somewhere watching.

"I need to go. I can hear them starting the music." You cut off Sprinkle before your chest can cave in from the nasty feeling brewing deep inside you.

Anxiety, Doctor Jolly called it.

(You aren't sure about him with his credentials being from Gumdrop University, but your dad swears he's "the best in the biz". You're pretty sure your dad only says that because good ol' Dr. Jolly always prescribes hot chocolate for almost any ailment of your dad's.)

You wind your way through the labyrinth that is your home, meeting the rest of your family at the front entryway. Red and green garland wrap around every available surface, silver tinsel dripping off various fixtures. If this was your wedding you probably would've requested more decorations, but Holly wanted to downplay the whole "Santa thing" as she called it.

"My family thinks they're in Canada," she confided in you last week. "I couldn't tell them the truth, could I?"

No, she couldn't, but you still feel bad she had to lie to her family.

And all for your brother.

Ew.

"Oh, sugar plum, there you are!" Your mother reaches out for you, running her eyes over your perfectly pleated red dress before nodding to herself. "Sprinkle did a wonderful job."

"As usual." You give her a tense smile and turn to Holly. "How are you?"

She nods, looking flushed and excited. "I'm good! I've been waiting months!"

Months.

Holly and your brother have known each other for months.

Loki's known you practically your entire life and you can't get him to talk to you anymore.

"-go sit down," your mother says.

You've clearly caught the tail end of a conversation, but you can't find it in you to care. She tugs on you, wrapping her hand in the crook of your elbow before stepping through the heavy oak doors to head into what your mother affectionately calls "the entertaining room". It sort of reminds you of the throne room in Asgard, but less austere and more homey with all the dark wood and soft fire light. It's decorated similar to the entry hall, with red, green, and silver covering everything. A giant Christmas tree sits in front of the staircase with yellow twinkling lights and various handmade ornaments.

"They made it after all, how lovely!" Your mother nudges you in the side, forcing you to look up from the red aisle runner.

You follow your mother's line of vision only to meet Thor's eyes. He gives you a broad smile and whispers something to the brunette woman sitting on his left side. She looks completely awestruck, taking in everything. Whoever she is, she must mean a lot to Thor if he risked bringing her to the wedding.

You look to Thor's right and your throat constricts. Loki sits with his back straight and legs crossed, lips curved down in a bored frown. He looks up at the same time you and your mother take your seats in the front row. Not even the comfy cream and silver chairs the elves worked so hard on for the wedding can relax you. Loki's eyes burn holes in the back of your skull through the entire ceremony. You even miss your dad pronouncing the happy couple man and wife, you're so desperate to find an escape route.

For an entire year you wanted so desperately for him to say anything to you, and now all you can think about is getting away.

How brave of you.

Face your problems head on, Doctor Jolly told you months ago. It sounded nice at the time. Helpful even. Now? Now not so much.

No, you'll make the rounds at your parents' side and then go hide in your room.

Good?

Good.

The assembled crowd migrates to the dining room and you try to lose Loki in the throng of bodies. Much to your displeasure, it doesn't work at all. In fact, it's like he's zeroed in on you and nothing can distract him from stalking you in the giant room. You dance around him, downing one glass of champagne followed by two more. Eventually, you lose him and feel your shoulders relax.

"Hello, sugar plum," Loki's low voice purrs in your ear.

The tension in your body comes back immediately. "What the fuck do you want?"

He puts his hand over his heart. "How nasty. Is that any way to treat an honored guest?"

"Honored guest?"

"That's what the invitation said."

"Well I sure as shit didn't write that." You pluck a sugar cookie off the tray of a passing elf. "If it had been up to me it would've said something like "stupid liars need not show up"."

He raises a brow. "Stupid liars?"

"Yeah, well, it's a work in progress. But you get the idea!"

"No, actually, I don't believe I do. What exactly did I lie about?"

"Good question! You-" you bite off the cookie, trying to buy yourself some time. Loki just looks at you, half expectant, half amused.

"Admit it," he goads you. "I haven't lied to you."

"You took my virginity," you accuse.

Loki shrugs nonchalantly. "Something anyone could've done, sugar plum."

"But they didn't!" A few people turn their heads curiously in your direction when they hear your raised voice, and your skin heats up in embarrassment. "I didn't let anyone else. I let you and then you just left me."

Loki's mask of cool indifference falters for a second before he slips it back in place. "Did it not occur to you that I was otherwise occupied?"

"Oh, so you finally made that move on Sif now that she's free from Thor?"

"Of all the stupid, childish things to come out of your mouth, that one might earn the top spot." Loki bends so his lips are right at your ear. "It's been no one but you for a year, sugar plum. Shall I prove it?"

You shove him away and tilt your chin in defiance. "Fuck off, Loki. I don't need you."

Without sparing a look back, you leave the dining room and head to your bedroom. You'd rather be alone forever than spend another second in a room with Loki. Besides, everyone is so busy with your brother and Holly that they won't notice you're gone.

Once in the safety of your bedroom, you strip out of your dress, the heavy red velvet pooling around your ankles. A simple green bathrobe sits on the edge of your bed, but before you can grab it, long fingers wrap around your wrist. Loki tugs you toward him with ease.

"I've certainly missed this sight," he purrs.

"How did you-"

"Magic, sugar plum. You would've sensed me sooner had you been practicing with your own."

"Sorry, my teacher fucked me and dumped me, so I've been a bit depressed."

Loki hums. "Yes, so Sprinkle cornered me and told me."

You genuinely have nothing else to say. An entire year of dreaming of this moment, and now it's here, and you can't think of a single thing to say.

"Speechless, darling? I do tend to have that effect on women." He's teasing you, trying to get you to say something, but you still can't find the words. "Come now, sugar plum. I'm sure you have more to say to me."

You open your mouth only to close it before opening it again. "I don't."

"Not even if I said I've missed you every second this past year? Not even if I said losing my mother didn't even compare to losing you?"

You heard about Frigga dying. You even attended her funeral. Loki had been nowhere in sight.

"I wanted you," he continues. "Every second of every day."

"You're lying," you say.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because..." You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears. "I'm nothing. I'm no one."

"Who's the liar now?"

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. "You know it's the truth."

Green flames flicker and dance in the depths of his gaze. "I've met many beings in my life, sugar plum, and most of them never deserved to exist. But you? You're not one of them."

"Loki, I don't feel-"

"No, you never do. You never feel anything, do you?" He's angry as he pulls you into his chest, his long fingers leaving their mark on the bare skin of your hips. "If you refuse to help yourself, sugar plum, I suppose it's up to me."

He walks you backwards until the backs of your thighs meet your soft bed. The two of you topple over onto it, Loki's body still pressed firmly to your own. Through his finely pressed suit you can feel every single inch of him. What little bit of his skin is exposed is hot, feverish almost.

"I wasn't avoiding you," Loki says with a snarl.

He presses hot kisses to the column of your throat in between words. Something cold and almost mist-like wraps around your wrists, pinning them in place. You look to either side and see large shadows the same shape as Loki looming over you. That's what holds your wrists down. That's what slithers across your breasts, toying with your nipples and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. His shadows.

You struggle to catch your breath. "Then what were you doing?"

"Preparing, darling."

"For what?"

Loki hums, trailing his fingers from your hips to the insides of your thighs. His touch is light, teasing. "For you. You're mine."

"Y-yours?"

He nods. "Mine."

He spreads your thighs, dragging a finger over your slit. His shadows still hold you firmly in place, allowing their master to do as he wishes with your exposed body.

"Tell me, darling," Loki purrs in your ear as he sinks two fingers deep in your cunt. "Why would I want anything that isn't absolutely perfect?"

You bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. You've wanted this, dreamt of this, for a year... and now you're totally overwhelmed to have his attention again. As Loki's fingers pump in and out of you, you arch your back, your brain going foggy with lust.

"You're a goddess," he continues. His lips are right by your ear and he nips at your earlobe. "I've been searching for a place worthy of us for the past year. You were made to rule by my side."

Loki leans back, a flash of green momentarily joining the warm orange glow of the fireplace. His clothes disappear in the flash and he's back on you in a second.

"You were made for me," Loki whispers. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his face, softening his expression. His shadows disappear and it's just the two of you now. Loki withdraws his fingers from your cunt and strokes his cock. "Yes?"

You nod, eager to have him inside you. "Yes!"

"Mmm, good girl."

He flips you over onto your front and grips your ass, fingertips digging into your flesh. His cock prods and your soaked entrance and you moan into the sheets. One of his palms moves to rest against the small of your back while he uses the other to guide himself inside you. It feels so good, so right, to have Loki buried to the hilt inside you. You feel full. Complete.

"Loki," you moan out as you arch your back, fucking yourself on his cock. "Please!"

Loki strokes your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head back. "So pretty when you beg, sugar plum. But a good whore uses her words. Tell me exactly what you want."

You continue bouncing your ass on his cock, desperate for any sort of friction. "Please, Loki, please fuck me please!"

"Is that all? You just want me to fuck you? Is that all you're worth? A hole for me to come in and throw away after?"

"Y-yes." It comes out as a question more than a statement.

Loki's hand comes down on your ass, a loud slap echoing through the room. "Wrong. What did I tell you that you are?"

"A goddess!"

"What else?"

When you take too long to answer he smacks your ass again. "What else?!"

"Yours," you cry out. "I'm yours."

Loki snaps his hips forward, meeting your own desperate grinding. "Fuck yes you are."

You let your upper body fall forward, relaxing into his smooth movements as he fucks into your cunt. He's thick and hard inside you and reaches spots you didn't even know existed. Your mind goes absolutely blank until the only thing that exists is the sensation of Loki inside you. He moans your name, praises falling from his lips.

So good, he says. Mine. All mine.

"L-Loki..." you gasp out his name as your orgasm washes through you, leaving your body tingling in its wake.

"Yes," Loki groans. "My perfect girl."

His cock twitches inside you as he comes, his body draping over yours in the aftermath of his own orgasm. His chest rises and falls quickly as he rolls to his side and pulls you with him.

"Are you leaving now?" You hate how small your voice sounds when you ask the question, but Loki's answer has you sighing in relief.

"Never again, sugar plum. As I said earlier, you're mine. Now and forever. In every lifetime."

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[bibislutmarvel]

Who Did This To You? Happy Ending

Here is part two of Who Did This To You?

This part contains smut at the end, which you can avoid if you'd like. Get ready for all the fluffy feels, and Loki being a sweetheart.

There is also a dark! ending to this fic, which I will link below.

18+ only, MDNI.

Part 1 // Dark Alternative Ending // Read on Ao3

My love.

The endearment lingered in your mind as you struggled to eat. You felt sick from the night before, and you were full of a new kind of nervousness. Loki had never called you that before, and why would he? You were nothing but a sarcastic ‘darling’ to him.

Things between you had changed quickly, but you knew it would feel easier if you could stop your racing thoughts for just a moment. 

The Prince was no help to your predicament. He had buttered your toast for you, for God’s sake. Since when had he ever buttered your toast?

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been as irritating as it was. It was a nice gesture, one that warmed your heart and spurred on the butterflies you had felt as you lay on his chest the night before. But you shouldn’t be having butterflies, should you? This was Loki. You may have had your fair share of sweet moments, but you’d had more than your fair share of bickering and teasing and winding each other up.

Your brother had come to the palace for the summer, on a break from school. Thor had been doing his best to make him feel welcome in your gang, and Loki… Well he was being Loki. 

He didn’t like not having your attention. Thor and Aksel had been gathering wood for a mini bonfire, and trying to show off who could lift the heaviest logs. You’re pretty sure Thor is letting Aksel win. 

As you were distracted watching Thor and Aksel trying to throw logs further than each other and cheering them on, a snake slithered its way across the grass to you, and you screamed, rushing to your feet. 

“Loki!”

The Prince simply laughed, lounging back on the blanket as the snake wound its way up Aksel’s leg. Your brother yelled, kicking it off until it fizzled away in a green shimmer.

“What the hell, Loki?” You kicked him in the leg.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s only a bit of fun. And don’t kick me either.” He kicked you back.

You reached down and tried to push him over, but he batted you away. Not deterred, you crouched down to get closer, but he knocked against your leg and you fell back on your bum. You huffed, reaching out a leg to kick him again.

“Don’t kick me!” Loki got up onto his knees and pushed you down.

“Well you shouldn’t use magic to scare people!”

You grappled with him, pinching him in the ribs until he yelled in pain and you got leverage to push him over. You sat on top of him, jabbing him in the chest.

Thor and Aksel watched as you bickered and fought, the latter more concerned than his Prince. 

“Are they always like this?”

You felt like you should be as stubborn as you always were and smack his hand away from your toast, and it was a tad unnerving that instead you felt yourself fighting off a blush. 

He’d suggested a walk in the gardens as the weather was so nice. At least in public you could keep your distance.

It was just your luck that you found them practically empty. 

You walked with Loki in silence for a while, trailing your fingers along the flowers and leaves. It was only when Loki stopped beneath a tree that you realised you hadn’t seen anyone else in a while. He tugged your arm and you looked back.

His gaze was intense as he pulled you to him slowly. You held your breath as you moved into his space, your hands coming up against his chest as you breathed in the earthy scent of him. His body was warm and solid beneath your touch.

His eyes held yours as he lifted a hand to touch your face, the other wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes as your heart raced. “Loki..I-”

“I know,” he said quietly, “But I feel it too.”

You bit your lip for a moment, looking into his eyes. “You do?”

His grip tightened on your waist, and he tucked your hair behind your ear . “I do,” he whispered, “Let’s take it slow.”

You found  yourself reassured at his words. This was new to him too, and yet he could still feel what you felt, this newfound need to be closer.

You touched his wrist lightly, nudging his hand away from your face. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” You pulled out of his arms, but came beside him and placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. He looked down at you with a warm smile and your heart skipped a beat. You could get used to that.

The next week followed quicker than you thought possible. It had only been five days when Thor pulled you to the side of a ball. 

“Take a walk with me, Y/N. I’d rather be out of earshot when Syf tells the new ambassador all about our next excursion.” He grimaced and winked at you, gesturing to the doors out onto the patio.

You glanced briefly at where Loki was standing talking to the Queen, and then followed Thor outside. The cool summer breeze was refreshing and you sipped your wine as Thor leant against the railing. 

“It seems I’ve lost my chance, Y/N. My brother has already won your affections.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He hasn’t won anything. You know I love you both.”

Thor hummed. “Something has changed between the two of you.”

Loki had found the way back to that beautiful clearing from before, and this time you’d brought a picnic.

He lay the blanket down on the soft grass for you and you made yourself comfortable as he unpacked the food and champagne.

You poured two glasses and passed him one. “To you, my Prince.” You raised your glass.

“To me?”

“To you. You saved me.” You couldn’t hold his gaze as you spoke, looking down.

Loki put his glass down, sitting up onto his knees and taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. “I’ll always protect you, darling.”

After you’d eaten you found yourself tired. You didn’t let yourself stop to second guess your actions as you lay down, resting your head on Loki’s lap. He threaded his hands through your hair, kneading your scalp.

“Better?” 

You hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of the sunshine on your face and his fingers on your skin.

You came to stand beside Thor, gazing out into the shadowy gardens. “It’s still very new.”

“Loki’s always had a soft spot for you. We both have.” He shakes his head. “But the way he’s been looking at you this evening, I’ve never seen him look like that before.”

You swallow hard, not sure what to say.

“If he ever hurts you, Y/N-”

“He won’t. You know he wouldn’t.”

Thor sighed. “I know. But he’s still a man. We are foolish creatures.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I always did wonder about the two of you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You’ve always matched each other.” He took a sip of his drink.

 You scoffed. “We barely tolerated each other half the time.”

“It’s still a kind of passion, isn’t it?” Thor raised an eyebrow.

You frowned. You’d never thought of it that way.

—

You were sat on the couch in your rooms, your legs up on Loki’s lap. He was tracing light circles on your ankle as you both read. You were absorbed in your book, leaning back against the pillows. 

Loki silently traced his fingertips higher up your calf, and you were too distracted to notice. It wasn’t until Loki gently lifted your skirts higher that you were pulled out of your daze, and you looked at him over your book. You nudged him with your other foot. “Oi. Watch how high you’re going, your highness.”

His eyes shone with mischief. “I can’t help myself, you’re just so lovely.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot despite the feeling that you were being teased. “And just how lovely am I?”

“The,” Loki traced his fingers a couple inches higher than your ankle, “most,” a couple more inches, “lovely,” he stopped just below your knee, holding your gaze. Your heart was beating rapidly from his teasing touch. “My darling.” His hand grazed just above your knee and you shivered. He sat up to lean over you, his face inches away from your own, his eyes glinting. “Your legs are just as beautiful as the rest of you.”

You were both shocked and not at how much you wanted him to kiss you. 

“Loki…” You whispered, feeling his breath on your lips.

You couldn’t come back from this. Loki was your friend, and once you crossed that line, what would happen?

He was just as handsome as ever, and for once you let yourself linger on it. You drank him in, his cool green eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark hair, his soft lips…

You closed your eyes and…he met you halfway. The kiss was warm, and firm, and…Electrifying. 

You were melting into it as he pressed himself against you. Loki groaned, kissing you hungrily. A moment longer, and you pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeks burning. You looked at each other, flustered, and giggled. 

Loki chuckled with you, pecking you on the lips. “Not bad, darling.”

“Not bad yourself.”

—

You’d lit a fire between you, and though you were still taking it slow, you still found yourself frequently pressed against your Prince, panting as he kissed your lips, your neck, his thigh between your legs.

Things had changed so quickly, and yet it felt so natural. You were hungry for Loki, despite your best efforts to remain in control of your emotions.

You were bound to get caught one day soon, and you dreaded it. It could only mean two things: a reputation ruined or a marriage proposal.

And how were you supposed to think sensibly about everything when you were being whisked away to a birthday surprise, courtesy of your Prince?

—

Loki had taken you on a long ride through the country, refusing to tell you where you were going. You’d ridden down roads, across fields, down country lanes, chatting easily and racing occasionally. Finally, it seemed that you’d now entered onto some kind of estate, trotting up a long winding gravel road. Tall trees lined it, the grass due for a cut, a few stray twigs and branches scattered across the path.

You stayed quiet as the avenue opened up into the sunlight, a large gravel entryway leading up to a grand manor house. You slowed down, taking in its beautiful regality. 

A man, who appeared to be the groundskeeper, appeared from the ornate front door, looking rather out of place. Loki hopped down from his saddle before helping you down, his hands tight on your waist. His fingers lingered a moment as he held your gaze.

“Your royal highness.” The man greeted, bowing. “My lady.”

“Good afternoon, Anders.” Loki turned away from you and nodded, taking your hand and placing it in the crook of his arm. He smiled at you. “Shall we?”

He took you up the steps and through the huge front door. The entryway was just as impressive, a swooping marble staircase at the centre. Everything was white marble, or ornate cream moulding, an enormous glass chandelier hanging over you. There was a notable lack of furniture, and as Loki guided you through the house you saw various pieces covered in dust sheets. 

“This was one of our summer houses growing up. It’s been vacant for a few years.”

You remembered him and Thor going away for a few weeks in the summer. Hadn’t you also accompanied them a couple of times?

Loki reached a set of double doors, pushing them open to reveal a large swimming pool. Golden stone slabs lined the floors, chairs around the edges of the room, some sat around a coffee table. The far wall was made entirely from glass, now thinly covered in moss and leaves, the sunlight streaming in in golden and green hues. 

You remembered this place. It had seemed so much bigger back then, filled with you children, the glass clean and shiny as the room looked over the gardens.

“Fancy a swim?” Loki pulled away from you, picking up a pile of clothes from a nearby chair. “I’ve had it cleaned and refilled. I thought you might enjoy a dip in the water, I know it's been a while.” He offered you the clothes. 

You lifted them up, a short, simple, cotton dress and matching long cotton shorts. You could work with that.

You smiled at Loki, touching his cheek. “You know me so well.”

“I do, don’t I?” He smiled smugly. 

You changed in a small changing room to the side, Loki helping with your dress as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, his fingers drifted against your skin. When you finished and came back he was already in the water, topless.

You gulped as you took in his muscled body, his arms, his shoulders. 

You were salivating, the sight of him was quite literally mouth watering. 

Oh gods, you were fucked.

He held his arm out for you to lean on as you sat down on the side, dipping your legs into the water. You gasped as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you down flush against his body and into the water. 

He kissed you deeply, pushing your back against the tiles and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. You moaned, instantly melting under his touch, heat building between your legs as you felt him there. It felt so incredible to be so close. 

Loki kissed down your jaw to your neck, nipping you lightly as you giggled, inclining your head so he could kiss your sensitive skin some more. “Can you believe this is happening?” 

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” He murmured into your neck, before leaning back and kissing you on the nose, a surprisingly affectionate gesture.

“You know what else I can’t believe?” You smiled wickedly at him.

“What’s that, darling?”

“That you haven’t even offered me a piggy-back ride, and we’ve been in the pool several minutes already.” You scooped up a handful of water, pouring it over Loki’s head. 

He shook it off, splattering you in the face as you squealed. “I suppose I should have known my place.” He sighed, turning around and lowering himself.

You strung your arms around his neck, jumping on. “Damn right.” You pointed ahead. “Now take me for a ride, oh handsome steed.”

Loki snorted, but waded through the water nonetheless.

—

You spent half of the afternoon in the water, messing around like kids, and spending a substantial amount of time with your legs wrapped around Loki’s waist, your lips pressed against his. 

You had sat in the garden afterwards, eating a picnic in the sunshine and taking in the beauty of the grounds. They were visibly more neglected than the Palace, but still tidy enough that you could see what they were meant to look like.

The ride back was long, and you were tired. But you were also so content that you found yourself not caring; you’d had the most wonderful day. If every day could be like this with Loki, then your anxiety would soon fizzle away. You could get used to a life like this, with him.

When you arrived back you ate supper quickly, before taking a nice long bath and sliding into bed. You slept better than you had in a while.

—

It was your birthday, and you’d been summoned to your mother’s rooms for morning tea. When you got there, however, any ladylike decorum flew out the window.

Aksel greeted you with a beaming smile, and you flung yourself into his arms with a squeal. 

“Brother!” You smiled. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has,” he agreed.

You hugged him again, beyond ecstatic. The last time you had seen him had been at your coming of age.

“I’m your birthday surprise.” He did a little spin. “My boy is old enough now that I don’t have to worry about leaving his mother, so I thought I’d come down and see you.”

“Oh how are they?” You linked your arm in his, immediately thinking of your sister and nephew. “I need to come down now they are well. I’ve yet to meet him, see how my sister is coping with motherhood.”

You guided him onto the couch as your mother entered. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” She leant down to kiss you on the cheek as you thanked her.

“Did you organise this all, hmm? Up to your meddling again, mother?”

“Of course.” She huffed, sitting down across from you and fluttering her fan. “I won’t have my two children drifting apart.”

Aksel smiled, answering your question. “Both mother and babe are in excellent health. They’d be overjoyed to see you.”

You could see the fondness in his eyes. He’d managed to find true love and keep it, why couldn’t you?

—

You spent most of the day catching up with your brother, but even through your joy you could feel yourself missing Loki. You really were buggered.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long until Loki came to your chambers late that afternoon. 

“I’ve got another surprise for you.”

You giggled, pulling him along and sitting him down on the couch. “Give it to me!”

“So impatient, darling,” Loki tsked, but revealed the gift anyway. A large ornate trunk sat in front of you and you opened it, pulling out one of the most gorgeous gowns you’d ever seen. 

It was a deep forest green satin, with the bodice embroidered with tiny green jewels, a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder bishop sleeves. It was elegant, luxurious, and breathtaking. 

It was his colour.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, staring at it in awe. You turned to him and pulled him to you. “Thank you.”

You knew what it meant, the subtle admission of your newfound relationship. It should have scared you, but it didn’t. 

You just might have to deal with your mother’s keen eye. You’d dealt with worse with Loki by your side; there was still that night.

Well, you supposed there had been two of those nights now. The first, and the second that awoke this new intimacy.

The first had been its own kind of awful.

The King had found you alone for once, waiting for Loki in the library.

“Lady Y/N.” He greeted.

You rose from your seat quickly, dipping into a curtsey. “Your Majesty.”

“What are you reading?” He gestured for you to sit again as he took the armchair opposite you. 

“The History of Asgardian Theatre, Volume II.” You read the front cover. “Volume one was too long ago for me.”

“Ah, I see. A queen needs to be well-read and supportive of the arts.” He nodded. “Frigga is.”

“Yes, the Queen has many charities.” You smiled politely. Why in the world was he speaking to you? You’d never shared more than pleasantries in all your years of being in the royal household.

“A queen also needs to be able to listen to many battle stories, over and over again.” He looked at you pointedly. “I’ve often seen you with the Princes, listening intently.”

You frowned. “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, I’m not sure-”

“You would make Thor happy, would you not? You spend an awful lot of time together.” He remarked.

“I will always try my best to be a good friend, Your Majesty, to both of the Princes,” you said, cautiously.

“I don’t doubt it, Lady Y/N. But now I am talking only about one of the Princes: Thor.” He sat forward. “Would you be a good wife to him?”

You gulped, your heart hammering painfully in your chest, “Your Majesty, I love the Prince, but I do not see him as more than that.” You tried to balance your voice between soft and firm, but it threatened to break. “I do not wish to marry him. I do not wish to be Queen.” Your hands shook as you folded them in your lap. He wouldn’t force you, would he?

“Every lady wishes to be queen!” He laughed. “You cannot deny what is in your nature.”

“But it is not in my nature, Your Majesty.” You shook your head. “Thor is a wonderful friend, and a brave soldier, a powerful god-”

“He is everything you could want, is he not?”

You opened your mouth, but words failed you. This couldn’t be happening.

“Are you calling my son deficient?” Odin’s voice had quickly turned hard.

Your stomach dropped. “I would never.” You shook your head, “Thor is wonderful,” you repeated.

“His Royal Highness.” Odin corrected you. “This is not the time to be impertinent, young lady-”

“Father?” Loki appeared around the shelves.

“Ah, Loki. I was just having a private word with Lady Y/N.” Odin smiled. You forced a smile to your lips. 

“I’m afraid you’ve caught her at a rather bad time.” Loki flicked his gaze over to you. “We’re due to see Thor in a short while. I was just coming to walk the Lady up.”

It was a lie, you’d only planned to read together. He must have heard your conversation.

“Ah, I see. Another time then, Lady Y/N.” You stood up and curtseyed to the King as he left.

You looked back at Loki with tears in your eyes, and he came over to you, rubbing your arms and shushing you.

“We’ll give it a minute and then go up to Thor’s rooms. He will convince our father to change his mind.”

You nodded, sniffling, unable to speak for fear of crying. Men had so much power, and you had none.

You were pretty sure Loki was stunned into niceness by your tears and quietness. Once Thor had left to talk to the King, you went back to Loki’s apartments, and he ordered up some of your favourite cake from the kitchens. He didn’t pick on you, the only teasing coming as you debated your favourite plays from the 5th century.

It was nice to have him on your side.

—

The banquet and ball was just what you needed to end your lovely day. To be able to dance the night away was one of the best luxuries of the season. 

You’d received too many compliments on your dress to count, your mother watching you and Loki like a hawk. She was too quick to fool.

And when you were dancing with Loki, it was hard to remember who you were trying to fool, or why. 

He was so handsome in the candlelight, your hand in his as he guided you around the dance floor. With the music, and the wine, and just how close Loki was to you, it made your head spin.

He noticed, leaning down to speak in your ear. “Come and take the air with me, darling.”

You nodded, following him out, just about remembering to take your hand out of his.

Thor was already leaning against the railing when you walked through the doors. He looked back and rolled his eyes.

“There’s the happy couple.”

You rolled your eyes back, shoving him in the shoulder. “What’s made you so grumpy?”

“I’ve got a theory.” He sipped his drink. 

“And what’s that?” Loki asked.

“That you guys are spending way too much time on your own without me.” He squinted at you both.

You sighed dramatically. “You’re probably right. I’m starting to look like him.” You gestured to your dress.

Thor chuckled. “I noticed.” He winked at you. “Though his dresses aren’t nearly as pretty as yours.”

“Objection!” Loki huffed.

“Overruled.”

“Overruled.”

You and Thor laughed, and he clapped his brother on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it, lovebirds.”

Loki watched him go. “I don’t understand why people always say me and you are the troublemakers. You two are just as bad.” He turned to you and prodded you. “I still remember when you got him to put fish in my bed.”

You laughed loudly, covering your mouth. “That was a good one.” 

“How would you feel if I put fish in your bed?” He poked you again, pressing you back against the railing. “Although I can imagine far better uses for such a comfortable place,” he said lowly.

Your heart sped up and you bit your lip, looking down from his sparkling eyes to his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay?” Loki murmured, his face inches from yours.

“Okay, let’s go.” Your heart was going to beat out of your chest. 

It was a challenge. And if there was one thing to know about you and Loki, it was that the two of you never backed down from a challenge.

Loki groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re such a little minx, darling.”

You grinned. “You love it.”

—

So much for taking you the minute you walked in; it took Loki ten minutes to get you out of your dress, and that was with his remarkably skilled fingers. You wondered what else he was remarkably good at. 

You shivered in your thin slip as Loki draped the dress over a chair, feeling exposed. He came back over to you, uncrossing your arms from your chest and kissing you gently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered.

You nodded, finally letting yourself give in to your feelings and kissing him hard. There was nothing that you wanted more right now.

Loki kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He lay you down and held himself over you, still kissing you, as he traced his hand up your leg to your thigh. He squeezed and you moaned into the kiss, desperate to be touched more. 

It only encouraged him more as he kissed down your jaw, your arms around his neck, his hand pressing between your legs. You gasped at feeling his fingers on your sensitive skin, feeling them move into your heat, and Loki groaned into your neck as he slowly rubbed your clit. It felt so good to have him here, so warm and solid against you as you closed your eyes to the pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, “Good girl.”

It was your turn to hide your face in his neck, as he rubbed faster, letting out a reluctant whimper at his words. You’d never thought you and Loki would ever be in a situation where those words didn’t end up in a slap. But here you were, moaning in his arms.

He pushed his fingers lower, slowly pushing one inside you. You held on tighter as he began moving his hand, your legs shaking from the anticipation. 

“We’ve barely begun, darling.” You could hear his smug grin at feeling you so worked up beneath him.

And then he was moving faster, steadily pumping his finger now. You whined louder, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept going, but you needed more, something, anything more.

If you didn’t know he wasn’t, you would have thought he was reading your mind. He pulled away, leaving you empty. Before you could even process what was happening, he had grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

It was one of the most erotic things you’d ever witnessed, being manhandled, him kneeling between your thighs, hands on your hips. You threaded your fingers in his hair as he kissed your heat, licking it. 

Loki moaned at the taste of you and you felt it ripple through you. He pressed two fingers into you, drinking in the sight of you on your back, your hand over your mouth, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

He rubbed your clit with his other hand as he began to pump his fingers faster, and your legs began to shake again as you pulled his hair, moaning loudly. 

“That’s it, darling. Does that feel good?” 

You let out a whine. “Don’t patronise me.”

Loki grinned, speeding up and watching you keen, arching your back as you covered your mouth to try and drown out your moans. 

“I’m sorry, what was that? You’ll have to say that again.” He grinned devilishly at your reaction, not slowing down in the slightest. 

“Oh, gods…” You whispered, unable to open your eyes as the sound of your wet heat filled your ears.

“Yes, darling?” Loki was enjoying this too much. Still he kept going.

You smacked him on the head. “Dont-even…” Your words turned into moans. “Please, Loki…” You gripped his hair harder. It felt so good, so good… it was too much… “Please…I want to-” 

He slowed to a stop and you let out a scream of frustration. “You absolute arse!”

But before you could scream at him further, he buried his face into your heat, his fingers reaching a slow steady pace. 

You fell back against the bed, barely able to think as Loki swirled his tongue around your clit. It felt incredible. 

He sped up his pace again, both with his tongue and his fingers.

You fisted your hands in his hair, barely conscious of what you were doing as your body began to climb a peak. It felt like every nerve was electrified as he rode you through the waves of pleasure, as he kept going, and going…

“That’s it darling. Good girl.” The words echoed in your head.

It pushed you over the edge, falling into your orgasm, shaking from head to toe as you bit down a scream.

You panted, still shaking, as Loki crawled over you, kissing you on the forehead. 

“I think I’ve found your trigger.” He murmured.

You huffed, holding onto his arms to ground you. “Did you just dirty talk to me telepathically?”

“Yes.” He pecked you on the mouth before smiling wickedly at you. “I’m glad you liked it, because we’re not done yet.”

And then suddenly his skin was pressing against yours, hot, and hard. 

You were both very much now naked, and you were getting the feeling that this wasn’t Loki on top of you, it was the God of Mischief. 

He knelt between your legs, and you took in the mouth-watering sight of him, his cock rock hard. He was huge.

He pressed the tip between your folds, groaning as your juices coated him. He smiled wickedly at you.

“Ready?”

You bit your lip and nodded, and he pushed inside you, stretching you despite his previous efforts. The pain mixed with pleasure as he began to thrust slowly. 

Loki groaned again. “You feel so fucking good, darling.”

You whined, reaching your arms out. He lay over you, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pressed his face to your neck.

You dug your nails into his skin as he began to thrust faster, moaning loudly at how hard he was snapping his hips into you.

“Good girl,” he grunted, “You’re taking it so well.” 

You sighed at his words, letting yourself go as he fucked you hard, fast, his thrusts relentless. The feeling of him pressed against you as he ruined you was delicious, and as he bit your neck you felt the pressure building and building. 

“Please..” You whined.

“What is it? Tell me what you want, my love.”

You wrapped your legs loosely around him, desperate to have him closer but not wanting his thrusts to grow any shallower. His cock was hitting just the right spot, over, and over, and over…

“Please, Loki… Don’t stop.”

He groaned. “That’s my girl.”

You didn’t think it was possible for his thrusts to become even more brutal, but you were wrong, and it was perfect.

You fell over the edge before you could even realise what was happening, your legs squeezing him tight, your nails digging into the skin on his back, a scream erupting from your throat as you convulsed in his arms.

“That’s it, darling.” Loki murmured, not slowing down, before his hips stuttered just a moment later as he came loudly, his face buried in your neck.

You held onto each other a moment longer as you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking, your whole body tingling.

He kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your face, peppering kisses all over as you laughed. He pulled out and you winced at the empty feeling before he pulled you back into his arms, running his hand over your hair and kissing the top of your head.

“You okay?”

You nodded against his chest. “Can’t move,” you murmured.

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “Good girl.” He kissed your head again. “How about a bath? I’ll brush your hair.”

The butterflies were back. “Come with me?”

You couldn’t go back from what you’d just done, but you found it didn’t matter. Everything felt so good, so content, and you felt safe in Loki’s arms. The future really didn’t seem so scary anymore, not when it inevitably held so much more of this feeling, not when it was with Loki.

“Of course. I’ll always be here for you, my love.”

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winter warmers collection: excuses & opportunities

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Summary: Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, really…this is a fluff piece; maybe a few words Mr Satchel wouldn't approve of idk… [let me know if i missed something!]

"Hey, Thunderbirds, look up," Stark hollered from his seat in the common area at Thor and Jane, who were currently engrossed in a conversation by the kitchen. They turned to look at Stark, who simply pointed at something over their heads. 

The couple looked up at the mistletoe seemingly innocently hanging above their heads, giving each other a beaming smile before he leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips that got the astrophysicist giggling against him. 

You felt the couch dip beside you and you looked over, stifling a blushing smile, as you saw Loki occupying the space next to you. "I'm afraid I'm going to need to be apprised on this particular Midgardian tradition, dear Y/N," he started, pointing towards his brother and Jane. "The plant…" 

The curiosity on his face caused you to giggle, prompting an amused smile to grace his features.

"What is it that you've found so amusing, darling?" 

Despite your logic protesting that it was completely unwarranted, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he called you that. Especially when he paired that up with draping his arm on the couch behind you, shifting ever so slightly closer to you so that his thigh was pressed to yours. 

And now it was the proximity making you giggle. You took a breath to calm yourself before answering. "It's just a bit funny to me that you're curious about mistletoe when the legends here on Earth kind of…pin the origin story of mistletoe on you." 

Sadly he didn't seem to find that amusing, because his little smile faded into a grimace at your words. "I suppose that would be something along the lines of me using the plant to kill someone," he inferred with a scoff, the pain evident in his eyes as he realized that this was yet another thing humans blamed him for. 

"I'll skip the misinformation, then," you told him, placing your hand on his knee without thinking and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Stupid humans probably got it all wrong anyways." He turned his gaze to you, his eyes full of visible disbelief at your words. "How about we go straight to the tradition part?" 

He gave you a soft smile as he nodded slowly. "I would quite like that, darling. Thank you," he said in hushed tones, trying to keep your conversation your own as more of the team entered the common area. You tried to keep your breathing steady as he covered your hand with his. 

"Well the tradition is that whenever two people are standing under mistletoe, they're 'obligated' to kiss. The superstitionbehind that being that if a woman refuses a kiss under the mistletoe, she'll be unfruitful in her relationships until the next Christmas." 

"That's coercion," he grumbled, clearly disagreeing with the latter half of the information you just departed.

You shrugged. "You're not wrong, Mischief. But it's mostly lighthearted fun nowadays. Now, if two people get caught under the mistletoe, they can choose to do what your brother and his girlfriend just did, or they can be playful about it if they're not that into each other. There's a workaround for everything," you finished lightheartedly. 

"Babes, we're back and we have the supplies!" Nat called out to you as she and Wanda crossed the common area and walked straight to the kitchen. 

"We've also procured the baby," Wanda topped off as little Morgan Stark trailed in behind her, her little feet running straight to you as she caught sight of you sitting on the couch.

"Auntie Y/N!" she squealed as she jumped into your lap. "Come on, we're making cookies for Santa!" She proceeded to pull on your free hand as she hopped off onto the floor.

"Alright, baby, I'm coming I'm coming," you answered with a chuckle, turning back to the god beside you. "Well, that's my cue…" you trailed off as you slowly rose from the couch, stifling a smile as you realized that despite the motion, he hadn't let go of your hand yet.

You fought not to blush as you watched him bring your hand up to his lips. "Thank you, darling. For--For your kindness. Your patience." He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours until he released your hand with a smile that lit up his eyes, tugging at your heartstrings. 

"Anytime, Mischief," you breathed out, allowing yourself to be tugged into the kitchen by the tiny Stark.

"Thanks for making sure Morgan doesn't catch wind of us tonight, jellybean," Tony whispered as you closed the door to his daughter's room after tucking her in, promising her that when she woke up in a few short hours, Santa's gifts for her would be under the tree. Meanwhile, Tony was busy in the common area setting up those very gifts under the tree for her and snacking on the contents of the plate of "cookies for Santa".

"Sure thing, Tony. But you do know that sooner or later you have to tell her that this is all a big illusion, right? There is no Santa?" you shot back as you walked down the hall towards your apartment.

"Eh. She's a little genius. Hopefully she'll figure it out herself and we don't have to break the news to her and be the bad guys that took away Santa." You rolled your eyes at his preferred outcome. "When it's your turn, jellybean, you'll realize that you're gonna wanna avoid as many of the tough conversations as you can. And that the whole Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy aren't real is a very tough conversation." 

"Good thing I'm perpetually alone then," you shot back. "Not gonna have to worry about those conversations any time soon." 

"Really? No plans? No even with a certain god you had a conversation with about mistletoe recently?" You shot the billionaire a look that had him putting his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it, Y/N. Bambi hates damn near everyone in this team. He tolerates Thor and Jane because they're his family. But you? He likes you." 

"Maybe you're mistaking tolerance for lack of hostility because surprise surprise, Tony, I actually try to be nice to him," you quipped, poking him in the shoulder to emphasize your point. 

"Believe what you wanna believe, jellybean, but the second you two get together, you give me your 'You were right and I was wrong' speech in front of the entire team. Without a shred of sarcasm. From you or Rock of Ages." You stepped into the elevator as you rolled your eyes at his confidence. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. Ready that speech." 

"Merry fuck you, too, Stark." 

Once you got to the hall leading to your apartment, you nearly stopped in your tracks once you caught sight of Loki waiting by the door. "Hey, Mischief…" you said cautiously, greeting him with a tentative smile. "What's up?" 

With a wave of his hand, a gift box appeared in a flash of green, landing softly in your hands. "I would rather we not have an audience when I gave you your gift." 

A strange feeling bloomed in your heart. Something almost feeling like…hope. Hope that maybe--even though it meant that you needed to prepare a speech--just maybe Stark was actually on to something. "You didn't have to get me anything," you told him, your voice coming out so faintly it could have been a whisper.

He placed his hands over yours, giving them a slight squeeze. "I know. I wished to give you something regardless," he answered you with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

You lifted the lid of the box to find a black soft leather journal with a gold clasp. Running your fingers across the cover, the quality of the leather and the metal made it obvious that he'd put an insane amount of consideration into its selection. The realization nearly sucked all the air out of your lungs. "It's--It's exquisite," you stammered, finding it exceedingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You couldn't even muster the confidence to look at him. "Thank you, Loki." 

"There's something else there, darling Y/N." Your heart caught in your throat at the endearment. "Open the cover." 

You did as he instructed, undoing the clasp and pulling back the cover to find a small scrap of paper inside saying Look up. When you did, all you could do was let out a soft gasp at the sight of him holding a little sprig of mistletoe over your heads. 

His gaze never left yours as he cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in slowly until he touched his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "Merry Christmas," he murmured against your lips as he kissed you again, feeling his smile as you kissed him back.

Dammit, you thought to yourself. I gotta get started on that speech.

But as you heard your apartment door open and Loki gently took the little gift box from your hands to place it on the entry table so that he could lift you into his arms, carrying you to your bedroom, you decided that a little public speech was definitely more than worth it. 

A/N: I literally put writing requests on pause in order to create this on this fine Thursday because I was swimming with ideas but I knew ultimately that I wanted to start with something fluffy that involved mistletoe. Could I still come up with something along the way that leans more toward the smutty side of things? Maybe…😏

I highly encourage you all to check out all the stories in the first link, because they've been lovingly created by fellow Loki writers and they're all amazing cozy Winter-themed pieces that feel like a fluffy warm blanket. Yes, even the smut feels like a warm fluffy blanket; they just do. 💖🤍

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[ofdreamsnwishes]

One should never judge a book by it's cover, you'd read somewhere on the internet, the saying already overused at this point. And, sure, yeah, you shouldn't see people by what they looked like or wore, but was it hard not to oogle the six foot tall dude apologizing for his tiny brown dog.

"I'm so sorry! The leash is new and it's a little big on her so she ended up breaking free- I apologize." He bowed profusedly, panicked. The fluffy ball of fur seemed to have other plans however, yelping away, it's little tail wagging at your much larger, much scarier doberman.

The fluffy dog had run up to you and your own dog, sucessfully scaring the both of you, making your, again, much larger and scarier dog, bark in surprise, which didn't seem to affect it's brown new found fur friend, the brave little thing it was. But boy, did it scare it's owner. He came running after it, scooping it in his arms and apologizing.

"It's no problem... Loki is very friendly, he just got startled." You explain, trying to calm the panicked male.

After apologizing again, he leaves, gently scolding the excited dog in his arms.

The next day you see him again when you went on a walk with Loki, his exposed arms flexing as he bent down to pick up his dog's poop. Yep, you were no better than those creepy men, staring at a man's bicep like a pervert. You cursed yourself under your breath.

Then a tiny yelp brought you out of your thoughts, making you go throught the same whiplash from the other day; his tiny brown dog, who seemed to now have a frilly pink dress on. How could such a huge man have such a tiny and cute dog?

His dog spots you before he does, happilly barking at your own, pulling on it's leash to run over to where you stood. That grabbed his attention, eyes widening as they find yours.

The boy imediatelly gets up and tries to make his dog stop barking. "Daldal! You can't bark at other dogs! That's rude!"

A giggle left your lips, seemingly catching his attention as well. "Even her name is cute... Are you sure it's your dog?"

He looked stunned for a few seconds, before scratching the back of his neck, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"She's my family's dog so... It wasn't really just up to me...' Looking down at you, he smiled, and it was enough to make your heart beat faster. 'Well, I could in fact ask you the same thing... Your dog doesn't match your vibe at all."

And he was right. Currently wearing a pale blue sundress, you looked equally if not more off-putting near your dog.

"Fair." You concede, nodding at him. Gaze lingerring on his.

Daldal barked once again, breaking your trance and trying to get closer, her little paws scratching the floor as the leash held her back.

"He is very friendly, you can get closer, if you want." You offer, trying to sound as inviting as possible, knowing the usual stigma surrounding dobermans.

With some hesitantion, he did, letting Daldal sniff your dog, who in turn leaned down to inspect the fur ball, his flappy ears pearking up. You smiled fondly at the scene, happy your dog got to hang out with another one of his kind.

"I'm Sungchan, by the way." The boy, blurted out, surprising even himself, he seemed nervous to talk to you. And that made you realize that you were wrong: he definitelly matched his dog, just as cute.

"Nice to meet you, Sungchan. I'm Y/N."

It seems you found a play date for Loki, and maybe a date for yourself?

#the temptation to tag sungchan as nct #also i could not remember if daldal is HIS or his family dog #so i went with the latter #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize x reader #riize sungchan #sungchan #sungchan x reader #↳ my writings ༉‧₊ #↳ just riize ༉‧₊

[thomase1]

Neigbors and headaches

Pairing: Loki×Fem!Reader (other than some thirst, platonic)

Warnings: intense pain, some thirst, touch of angst and lots of fluff/comfort.

Word Count: ~1.700

Thank you @tessathechild for proof reading and helping me! 💙

What, Sel has actually managed to finish and post something once?! Its a good day!! Yes, this one story made it out of my 22!! drabbles and WIP's I've got.

Just a little thing I wrote, thinking of my migraines I sometines get. Saying that, I have written this based on my experiences with a few extras sprinkled in. So this is a cofort/hurt fic.

Loki has been your neigbor for over a year, but you never really spoke. The occasional 'hello' but that was it. Sure you know who he is, would be hard not to, considering he and his collegues are all over the news. Saying that, you are aware of his powers, his heritage and title, to you that just meant there was somebody in the building able to help in case of a robbery or shooting. Other than that, he was just another neighbour on your floor.

Which brings us to the problem. Youve got a migraine, the worst one youve ever had. Normally its located to one side, but this time its just your whole head, pain thundering against you skull. Three days it plagues you already, which is also the amount of time you barely slept. You got about four hours in total, every time you did fall asleep when the pain let off of you for a while, you got violently ripped from slumber again. It never went away for long. Which only made the sleep deprivation worse. Working in this state has been a challange, actually getting your work done impossible. To your horror, your boss noticed today, threatening to cut your payment short would you not 'change your work ethic'. As if you deliberetly got a migraine keeping you off sleep for days.

And you cant go to the doctor either since you got them on your toes already. The sheer amount of pain medications you get perscribed is, understandably, a red flag. The dosage and intensity of them, an even bigger red flag, but what are you surpossed to do?! They just dont work, none of them did.

Which leads us to you, currently knocking on Lokis, or how you adress him, Mr. Laufeyson, door. Its almost 10pm and the lack of sleep let all your pride melt away. You did not want to bother him, but you just cant bare it anymore. Your job is on the line for crying out loud! After a short time, the door opens; an annoyed Mr. Laufeyson peeking through the gap.

"Can I help you?", he beats you to it, irritation etched in his features.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I have a strange request." Your heart is beating in your throat, maybe this wasnt a good idea after all, he does seem pretty annoyed.

"What is it?", he sighs, opening the door a little more.

He is wearing forest green pyjama bottoms and to your delight or horror, you arent quite sure yourself, no top. He looks like a marble statue you would see in renown museums and galleries. His chest is on eye level with you, makeing it difficult to not stare at his neatly trimmed black curls there. Your eyes wander to his perfect pecs, his well defined ribs leading down to his chiselled abdomen. That V-line made your breath catch in your throat for a moment, the small trail of hairs leading back down to that, sinfully, low hanging silk. Your eyes linger on the impressive bulge of your opposite for a second, a cleaning of his throat ringing in your tormented head, makeing you wince briefly. But also, you snapped your eyes up to his face again, your eyes blown wide in shock.

"Is it not a little rude to knock on my door at this hour, just to stare when I ask you a question?", his words seem displeases, but his lips are curled into a knowing smirk.

Now you clear your throat, a blush dusting your cheeks pink "What were you saying again?".

He gave a low chuckle, shakeing his head, "I was asking to what I owe your visit, Miss       L/n.".

"Oh, yes, sorry. I- Ive got a bad migraine and could not sleep for three days now. I was wondering-", you stutter but get stopped by him.

"I see. Migraines are quite the torment for midgardians I have heard.", he lays a pointer finger to the bow in his upper lip, thinking.

"Yes. Mine arent affected by pain medications either, I would not bother you if they were.", you tell him earnestly, your eyes dropping to the floor.

"It is rather fine, shall we get to your apartment so I can figure out a way to help you?", he asks with a soft smile that calms you down like a weighted blanket.

"Really? Yes, that would be so nice of you, thank you so much." You sway a little, pulling at your sleeve.

"Let me just get a shirt and some shoes and I will be right there.", he tells you, leaning the door closed.

A moment later he returns, now wearing a basic grey v-neck shirt and some brown slippers. "After you.", he gestures with his hand.

You nod enthusiastically, which you instantly regret, your pain reigniting like pouring gasoline to an open flame. You groan in pain, holding onto the nearest wall, your head feeling like it is sinking and rising repeatedly.

"Are you alright?", he grabs your upper arm, holding you stable.

You groan a "yes".

"I dont think you are, lets get you home, come on.", he hooks an arm around you waist, helping you over to your door.

You dig out your keys, trying to open the door, but your vision is playing tricks on you. He grabs them from your hands, "Allow me.". He quickly has the door open, nudging it open with his foot. Finally inside, with your shoes off and seated on your little two-seater sofa, you look at him. The pain eased off a little by now.

"Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson. I'm very sorry for the trouble.", you twiddle your thumbs.

"No trouble at all. Call me Loki please.", he sits down next to you, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"Y/n.", you smile back at him. There is a comfortable silenence for a bit, until another groan of yours breaks it.

"Its worse again?", you hear his voice through cotton balls, thats what it sounds like at least.

"Yea.", you whimper, unable to explain it further. He waits until your eyes open again and you take a deep breath.

"So it comes and does in waves?"

"Its always there, but I can function with that pain. But then there are these sudden intense pains that just have me helpless.", you explain to him, noticing you are a bad host, "I'm sorry, would you like something to drink? Tea perhaps?".

He waves it off, "You were barely able to speak a momemt ago, let alone brew tea. I am just fine, thank you. And those pains, are they pulsating, throbbing, stabbing,..?".

You think about it, "The normal, bearable pain is pulsating, the sudden ones are throbbing, like a jackhammer.".

He humms his confirmation and thinks for a moment. "I think I have a spell that could help with that, though only temporaryly I'm afraid.", he looks at you a little sad.

"That sounds good, please just make it stop for now at least.", you beg him, the desperation clear in your voice.

He nods, "Make yourself comfortable.". You lean back into the cushions, to which he whispers, "Very well.".

He turns to face you better, giving you direct view of his jaw muscles. "You will feel a tingling first. After that you will alternately grow cold and very warm. Do not worry, that is totally normal.", he explains to you calmly.

"Understood."

He lays his hand on your head, palm flat against your forehead. You look at it expectedly. "Close your eyes?", he suggest, you follow, "Lovely. Now just stay calm and breathe for me.".

Just as he finishes what he says, you feel your skin tingle, growing warm after a brief moment. Very warm and then suddenly cold. Then warm again, but it stays at a soothing temprature, like a heating pad.

The pain subsides, almost like a wave washing it into nothingness. You smile and humm at the peaceful release from your torment. You havent even noticed in how much pain you were for the last thee days straight, until it was gone.

"Better?", he asks you.

You leave your eyes closed, savouring this moment of peace, you confirm his question with a 'mhhm'.

You hear his low timbre of voice tell you something, but you cant grasp his words. Your exhaustion kicked in right away, sleep taking you in a matter of seconds.

"Should it come up again and bother you or if you have any side effects, come to me at once.", Loki tells her but doesnt get an answer.

He feels her body growing limp. "Y/n?", he asks her in a whisper, only getting her even breath as confirmation.

She fell asleep. He smiles to himself, 'Poor thing is exhausted.'.

He gets up to leave, but as he's stood in front of her door, he glances over one last time. 'She would rather sleep in her bed, I guess.', he thinks as he sees her beginning to slump over to the side.

He walks over to her bed, drawing back the covers and then goes to collect her into his arms. Carefully as not to wake her, he walks over and sets her down. He makes sure her head lays comfortably and drapes her duvet over her.

He conjures a piece of paper and a pen, writing her a little message.

Dear Y/n,

you fell asleep, so I took the liberty of moving you to your bed, ensuring you sleep comfortable.

I did lock your door by magic, but you can unlock it as usual.

Just in case you ask yourself how that took place.

I hope you are well rested and pain free when you read these words.

Loki.

He places it on her nightstand and leaves her apartment, locking it as he told her in the letter. That night, he, too, had a peaceful sleep, feeling a sense of pride of being able to help this sweet neighbour of his.

When you woke up, you were confused at first, but quickly found the note Loki left you. You are so ashamed for falling asleep on him, not even thanking him for helping you. How embarrassing.

You defently owe him one.

#loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x sick reader #sick fic #hurt/comfort #migraine #sexualapocalysesociety

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Poseiden, Thor, Loki, Hercules, and Aphrodite falling in love with a human darling.

-Poseidon- He denied it to himself that he had fallen in love with you. You were a human! You were beneath him! Right? The more he tried to deny it, the more he fought it, the more he thought of you, thought of your smiling face. He watched you from afar, never being seen by you or by others; if others had seen him, he would threaten them with extreme violence if they mentioned what they had saw to anyone. The more he saw you, the calmer he felt, relaxing just by seeing you. When you weren’t around, or he hadn’t seen you in a while, his angry thoughts would return, angry that you weren’t there with him. He started to approach you, which surprised you and those around you, but he was nice to you, meeting you eyes and speaking more gently to you, compared to others. He sought you out almost every day, whisking you away to take walks with you, to speak with you about your day, feeling all of his stress just melting away by being with you. He was patient, waiting for you to start seeking him out, as he knew that meant you liked him too, all that was left to do was propose.

-Thor- Was quiet around you, but always seemed to be right there, almost like a guard dog, glaring at others who came around you, which did surprise you when he first approached you. You spoke kindly up to him, not at all afraid of him, something he didn’t get to experience often, and to have you, a human maiden, being the one not afraid, he couldn’t help but fall for you. He was so nice to you, just sitting with you and speaking with you, only it was more you talking, him listening and only occasionally speaking to you. His heart soared when you defended him against someone who asked if you were okay being around someone so scary and stoic, pouting at them, “Thor’s not scary! He’s super nice!” he gave you a warm hug when you met with him shortly later, which surprised you, but you beamed so brightly up at him that he couldn’t help but melt. He wanted to keep you by his side forever and ever.

-Loki- The biggest tease you have ever met! He just kind of showed up one day, seeing you around, and to him, you looked like someone fun to pick on, and the rest was history. He loves seeing you blush when he flirts with you, it makes his own heart pound when he sees you holding your cheeks, leaning away from him, acting so shy. That’s why he hasn’t stopped, he loves your reactions, but he is very territorial over them and over you, if someone else was trying to flirt with you, he was instantly hugging you from behind, speaking in what sounded like a kind tone, but the glare and feral look in his eyes was a quick deterrent from others trying their luck with you. However, you got Loki back one day when he kept teasing you, flirting almost nonstop, by pecking his cheek. He instantly froze, a deep blush covering his cheeks before he turned, holding his own cheeks and you couldn’t help but grin, “Aww~ I see why this is fun for you!” he grinned over at you as you were unaware of the beast you just unleashed.

-Hercules- He loved humanity, so when he saw you consoling a crying child, he couldn’t help but melt, seeing you act so caring, so gentle. He came over and assisted, the child beaming up at Hercules, asking the giant man to toss him which he was happy to do, and you smiled warmly, seeing how happy he made the child. Once the child ran off, Hercules was quick to take your hands in his own, asking you to go on a date with him, taken by you. You agreed, albeit a bit shyly, which made his heart pound, seeing that you were shy, his drive to protect you increasing. He was the most perfect gentleman with you, holding you hand, treating you gently, like a princess, and in return you made him feel like a total alpha, you made him feel so big and strong, cupping his cheeks in your hands, melting under every piece of affection you gave him. He was selfish, not wanting to share it with anyone else, except maybe your children; the thought of you carrying his child made him so warm, he couldn’t wait!

-Aphrodite- You were so refreshing, a gentle and kindhearted maiden, even though you were a human, however that made you more endearing to her. You were surprised by her invitation to come to her beauty salon, Aphrodite and the other ladies of her salon were quick to pounce on you, treating you to skin care treatments, doing your hair, and just pampering you. You had to admit, you felt more like a pet, the way they were treating you. Aphrodite had you sitting next to her on her chase lounge, feeding you grapes, your eyes sparkling at the yummy taste, her eyes softening on how cute you were, wanting to feed you more, stuffing your mouth until you looked like a chipmunk, making her hold her hands with a cute little squeal. She wanted you to stay with her, stay by her side, you couldn’t really do anything as her golems kept an eye on you, making sure you stayed put, or at least in the area. You grew concerned when you really started to feel like a trapped pet, but at the same time, her affections and attention were so gentle with you, you wouldn’t mind a bit more of this nice treatment.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror loki #ror heracles #ror aphrodite

[lokiforever]

🖤Love in the dark 🖤

Mafia! Loki x Reader

A/N: Hello, my darlings. This the first chapter of a new series. This one is more of a intro/story-building chapter. But I suggest you to read it before starting the series. I will start with the series next month.

Summary : After Loki was banished from Asgard he landed at some place in midgard. Now that he didn't have his powers and magic he was just like another mortal. After a few years of struggle and rejection he became a mafia boss. A billionaire. Yes, he was a trader ...but of lives. His heart didn't feel much emotions now.Can a girl whom he met accidentally be his remedy ? Will she be able to break the wall he had built around his heart? Will she be able to bring light in his dark world?...

Warnings: a slight bit of angst, mentions of blood. VERY Short chapter.

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How They Met

He pulled into a driveway of a club. As he stepped out and strode forward someone ran into him "Watch where-" he wanted to snap at the person but stopped as he looked into those eyes. He saw fear in them. Normally, he wouldn't actually mind if the person feared him, as they should. But the fear he saw in those eyes was not because of him.

Before he could ask the reason for their fear he saw two men running towards him. "Sir, hand her over to us." one of them said. "And why exactly do you think I would do that ?" he said in his smooth velvety voice. "Cuz if you don't-" he pulled out a knife and the other guy pulled out a gun and pointed it towards him and the person who ran into him. "Oh, that's what we are doing now. Don't you think knives are a bit out of fashion?" he let out a seemingly dark chuckle and turned towards the girl "Get in the car. Now. Rolls-Royce. Black." He said giving the keys to her.

One has to be completely crazy to handover his car keys, that too a luxury one to a stranger....yet here he was...He himself didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.

She took the keys and ran towards car after giving him a court nod.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" said one of the goons. The answer he gave was ......a punch. Right in the goon's face. The other one flew a punch at him but he grabbed his hand in the air and twisted it.

~~~°~~~

You were running for dear life. Running from those men- no- monsters. They were monsters. Accidentally you bumped into a man, he was tall and was wearing a black attire. Before you could say anything or apologise, two of those men/ monsters came running behind you.

You thought that it was finally the end. No where left to run. But then the man wearing the black attire gave you his car keys, "Get in the car. Now. Rolls-Royce. Black" he said .

You must be an utter idiot to jump in a stranger's car... yet a part in you believed in him. So.....you did what he said. The last sound you heard before entering the sound proof car was a gunshot.

~~~°~~~

"You should consider yourself lucky that I feel generous enough to spare your lives today" he snapped towards the goons one of who's leg now had a bullet in it. They ran. Like rats.

He was now walking towards his car and as he opened the gate he found the girl had fainted ( or dozed off). As he looked at her, she was looking weak and had bruises at several parts of her body. He gently shook the girl and she stirred and woke up. (Ok, so she dozed off)

She let out a small yelp as she saw him. "Hey, hey don't worry you're safe."he assured her. "What's your name?" he asked her "Y/N" "A name suiting a gorgeous being like you" he replied making you blush. As you looked at him you saw that he had a cut on his forearm "You are injured!" you exclaimed. He let out a small chuckle and said "Don't worry, it's just a cut" "It's not 'just a cut' it's an injury. Let me see it" you protested. "You think you can check it? You're not a doctor, Y/N" "I am. I'm a trainee doctor and I 'can' address such injuries" you replied. "Oh, it seems like I've helped someone useful" he said and removed his shirt from that side. "Um...ok, it's not that deep but it'll still take a few stitches. The blood flow is also not too high....Do you have a handkerchief?" He nodded and handed it to you a dark green silk handkerchief, you tied it on the wound and looked up, only to find him looking at you intently. "Uh...umm... it'll um.. work for now" you stuttered out. "Thank you, Y/N" he said

"Why were those guys after you?" he asked when you both had covered a certain distance after he started driving. "They kidnapped me and wanted to sell me to someone" you replied. "Where do you live?" he further inquired "Not in this country." "I'm taking you at my home for now. Your lfe is still at risk." he said "Thank you so much-" "Loki" he completed. "Thank you so much, Loki"

You were extremely weak as you were literally kept hostage for about a month and to be completely honest you were a bit scared, even from Loki.....he saved you, yes. But you didn't know him even the tiniest bit and yet going with him seemed the safest thing to do. Where else would you go at this time of the night?

"Loki, stop at a hospital. You must get the stitches." you said "It's okay. I don't need it." " Yes, you do. If you don't want to go to the hospital, just arrange me a medical kit, I'll do it" "That's better." he replied.

Once you reached his home .....it was a mansion. Several luxury cars were standing in his personal driveway. He got out first and then held the door open for you to follow.

There was seemingly no one else in that big mansion. He led you towards the living room and made you sit on the couch. " Water?" he asked "Yes, please" he called someone through the telephone - "Bring me two glasses of cold water in the living room" he said- no- ordered.

No five minutes later, a guy came with two glasses of water. He placed the glasses on the table and turned towards Loki, "Anything else, sir?" the boy inquired. "You can go" the boy bowed a little and exited the room.

*phone rings*

Loki picks up the phone and answers..

Hello?

What? Fuck it! You are of no fucking use. Hold on, I'm coming.

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[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 3

Summary: You and Bucky have a romantic moment interrupted, and the two of you tell James who Bucky really is to him.

What to expect: dirty talk, fluff

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Author's Note: I did change James' age to 3. I thought a toddler would be more cute :)

It was late. Hours had gone by quickly as you and Bucky talked and got to know each other – flirting with one another until neither of you could take it anymore.

“Makin’ me hard, baby,” Bucky moaned against your lips as you straddled his lap.

You giggled and kissed his neck. “That’s the plan.”

He closed his eyes – holding your hand to his chest as you made out with him. His cock bulged underneath his jeans, and as much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t do it anymore. Suddenly, he grabbed each side of your face and flipped you so that he was on top – breathing heavily while kissing rubbing your sides with his hands.

“If we do this,” he panted, “I’m not cumming in you again.”

“Deal,” you agreed. “I’ll swallow.”

Your answer made him moan – his hands pulling your shirt and bra off.

            “Swallow what, momma?” a little voice called out from the doorway.

Bucky immediately covered you up with your shirt before turning to face James.

“H-Hey buddy,” you nervously spoke – your voice shaking. “What’re you doing out of bed?”

James walked over and climbed into the bed. “Monster in my room.”

“Oh no, buddy,” your voice was sympathetic. “Maybe if you ask nicely, Bucky will go fight the monster off.”

James’ eyes lit up as he looked over at Bucky. “Please!” he begged. “Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled – getting out of the bed and going with James to his room. You could hear Bucky “fighting” the monster off for James – the sound of the little boy’s giggling making your heart smile. After a few minutes, Bucky returned to your room and sat against the headboard next to you in the bed. “We need to tell him.”

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder. “I know…I just…don’t know how.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he kissed the top of your head. “Together.”

“I can’t believe he walked in on us,” you blushed hard – feeling embarrassed.

“Ah,” Bucky smacked his lips, “he didn’t see anything.”

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Maybe we lock the door next time…Not used to having someone in my bed as a mom.”

He gave you a suspicious look. “When was the last time you…you know.”

You clicked your tongue. “Three years ago…with a handsome man I met in Bucharest.”

“So, I really did ruin you for other men,” he laughed – wrapping his arms around you and kissing your lips.

“You did…It’s also a little difficult to spend time with someone when you’re a single parent.”

He nodded – the guilt evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized. “Hopefully, you won’t have to be anymore.”

“You’re really going for this, huh?” You looked up at him.

He sighed. “I am.” He held your face in his hands. “For the past ninety years, I’ve done nothing but fight wars for people who tell me to fight them.” His voice was soft as he spoke. “I’ve…well, recently, I’ve been looking for some reason to keep fighting but also be free…now that Hydra is out of my head, and I’ve got my life back…I can’t think of anything more worth fighting for than a family. Being a dad is something I never thought I’d be able to do.”

Your eyes welled up with his words, and without saying anything in response, you again straddled his lap and pulled him in for a deep kiss – running your fingers through his hair. He retook your shirt and bra off and placed his kisses on your neck down to your breasts – your fingers clutching his hair and holding him close to you. You knew you had missed him during the past three years – your son being his spitting image reminding you on a daily basis of the man you slept with – but you never imagined how close you truly needed him.

Early the next morning, you and Bucky are up and making breakfast for your sleeping toddler. Both of you had agreed that it would be best to tell James who Bucky actually is instead of dragging it out and potentially facing a worse outcome.

“So, how would you feel about you and James coming back to New York with me?” Bucky asked while flipping pancakes. “I’m only in Madripoor for a little while for work.”

“Work?” you questioned – raising an eyebrow.

He sighed and nodded. “Someone recreated the super soldier serum,” he told you. “We got a lead that it’s here in Madripoor.”

“I don’t know Bucky,” you exhaled. “I’m here so that we can be safe…if we go back to New York…we’re not safe.”

“You will be…with me,” he assured. “I will do any and everything to keep you both safe.”

You looked down before walking up to Bucky. “James is a natural-born super soldier,” you told him.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that he inherited both of our enhanced genetics,” you explained. “He’s…people want him.”

“No one will hurt him,” Bucky swore to you – holding your face in his hands. He pressed a soft and deep kiss to your lips.

            “Ewie!” You heard James’ voice call out.

You chuckled and turned to look towards him. “Well, good morning buddy.”

“Mornin’ momma,” he greeted you. “I smelled pancakes.”

“Yes you did!” Bucky smiled. “Your momma and I made you some very yummy pancakes.”

James clapped as Bucky placed a plate in front of him and a cup of juice. “Momma, why you kiss your friend?”

You and Bucky looked at each other – you both knew this had to happen. “Hey, James,” Bucky began as the two of you sat down, “your momma and I need to tell you something.”

“Is it secret?” the toddler asked – his beautiful blue eyes looking up to the two of you.

“No buddy,” your voice was soft as you took a deep breath. “Do…do you remember when momma told you that you have a daddy, but I misplaced him?” James nodded, and Bucky took your hand. “Well…,” you took a deep breath. How would he take the news? Would he be upset that he was now having some man coming into his life? Would he be excited to have a dad? There was only one way to find out. “James…buddy…this is your daddy.”

The three-year-old’s blue eyes widened, and he looked towards Bucky. “Are you really my daddy?”

Bucky nodded. “I am, buddy.” His voice had a hint of shakiness in it – his eyes fighting back the tears he wanted to shed. “And I’m so sorry that I haven’t been –”

Bucky’s words were cut off when James got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around Bucky – the sight before you warming your heart. “It’s otay, daddy…momma just misplaced you…I lose my toys sometimes, and when I find them, I’m super happy!”

You and Bucky chuckled at your son’s enthusiasm. “I wanna give you something, buddy,” Bucky said – taking his dog tags from around his neck and handing them to James. “These are what they call dog tags,” he explained – James looking over them with interest.

“Momma has these too!”

Bucky nodded. “Anyone who is in the military gets them,” he replied. “They’re super special, okay? I want you to take good care of them.”

“Can I wear them?” James asked with excitement.

Bucky smiled widely. “Of course you can.”

James’ eyes read over the words, and he sounded them out the best he could. “M-M-Mar-March ten, nine-nineteen seventeen…is that your birthday?”

“It is,” Bucky confirmed.

“So how old are you, daddy?” he asked – the curious boy looking up at his father.

“Super old,” Bucky chuckled. “I’m one-hundred and six years old.”

“Wow!” the toddler exclaimed. “I wanna be that old!”

“Well, if you eat a bunch of good food and exercise, you could be,” Bucky smiled.

Watching their interaction as father and son warmed your heart more than anything. When had found out you were pregnant, you never imagined that Bucky would actually want to be in your son’s life…you had believed it was nothing more than a one night stand, but thankfully, the soldier was here to prove you wrong.

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[sorcharavenlock]

39. The Romance Festival.

Loki and I travel to the Romance Festival in San Myshuno. We are the first ones there. There is food and dancing, and a painting competition.

"Let's compete, it will be fun!" Loki already floats towards the easels. I shrug and follow. I'm not the best painter but I have nothing to lose, right?

We completely forget we are supposed to meet up with Kitty, Dean and Nea, who are running late.

"hey, you guys! I can't believe you started without us!" Nea's voice comes from behind me.

I turn around and my eyes nearly roll out of my head!

"Nea! Nea look behind you," I hiss.

Nea hadn't noticed Dean and Kitty kissing behind her.

"Well, that's new!" She grins.

"You didn't know either?" I ask curiously.

"I knew she liked him," Nea shrugs, "But I didn't know they were at te 'making out' stage!

"What ARE you painting?" Nea asks as she gets distracted by Loki's work. "Aren't you supposed to paint something romantic?"

"I think it is romantic!" Loki protests.

"It's a BEACH BALL!"

"It is a beach ball, which reminds me of the beach, which reminds me of Sulani, which, in my experience is the most romantic place on Midgard!" Loki turns bright pink.

"I think it's terribly romantic," I agree with him.

"You are both insane," Nea shakes her head.

Dean has made his way to the food stalls and Kitty comes jogging over to us.

"Kitty, were you and Dean kissing just now?" I ask.

"Yeah, is there something you need to tell us maybe?" Nea grins.

"it turns out Dean missed me when I was in Sulani," Kitty explains, smiling happily. "Really missed me! The moment I walked into the door he... well he kissed me and we haven't really stopped kissing since!"

I am so happy for her, and so is Nea. Even Loki seems to find it adorable.

"You like this Dean?" He asks Kitty. She nods with a blush.

"Then I am happy for you," Loki surprises Kitty with a hug. "And if he sets one foot wrong he will become intimately acquainted with my daggers," he whispers in Kitty's ear.

I decide to go and have a word with Dean myself.

"Hi, hello Dean, how are you?" I smile at him.

"Eh, fine, I guess," he answers a bit confused.

"I know at least twelve different ways to kill someone with a spoon," I say conversationally.

"That seems oddly specific," Dean frowns, "and a strange way to start a conversation."

"Break Kitty's heart or hurt one hair on her head, and you'll become familiar with at least a few of them," I say pleasantly. "I know you Winchester boys have a habit of returning from the dead. But I have a lot of spoons."

As far as threats go, it's probably not the best, but I've never been all that good at one-liners.

"Hey now, you listen to me! I like Kitty! I would never do anything to hurt her okay!" Dean protests. "Besides that, I can't see it being any of your business."

"Kitty is one of my two best friends, that MAKES it my business," I snap back.

Loki, in the meantime, sees me chatting with Dean and is reading the conversation I am having with Dean completely wrong. Only seeing my pleasant smile he suspects I am flirting with Dean and he flies into a rage!

Loki is quick to come over and starts picking a fight with Dean!

Kitty realises nothing good can come out of it and rings a cab, while I try to calm Loki down.

Loki is far too angry to listen.

"It wasn't like that Loki, I would never hurt you! I don't even like Dean! Besides that, even if I wasn't with you I'd never flirt with my best friend's boyfriend!" I try to explain.

I am starting to feel very tense as I try to find a way to diffuse the situation.

Nothing I say or do can get Loki to calm down or listen. Angrily he turns his back on me a makes his way to the paintings.

For a moment it looks like he is getting his temper under control...

"Loki!" I yell at him.

"Nea was right! It was a stupid painting anyway!"

"I was a fool for thinking for even one minute that you wouldn't betray me! You are just like the others!"

"Loki! Stop this! Destroying the festival will only draw unwanted attention! Do you WANT the Avengers to show up here? I DON'T like Dean, I wasn't flirting and to be honest you should know me better by now! You are being mean and horrible and it is not fair to anyone here!"

Loki deflates. Without a word, he floats towards the taxi rank.

"I'd better go," I say to Nea. "He can't leave without me. I'm so sorry it became such a mess."

"Are you okay?" Nea asks.

I look sadly in Loki's direction.

"I don't know. I hope we can fix this once he calms down a bit."

"Hey, if you need me, I'm only a call or a DM away," she says as she gives me a hug.

Loki doesn't say anything on the way home. He stares pointedly out of the window.

When we come home he disappears into the basement.

Neither of us had anything to eat all evening and I decide to make him some food as a peace offering. He must be hungry too!

Loki pretends to be asleep with his back towards me. I can see he is feeling blue.

I call his name a few times, but he ignores me. I leave the plate on the table for him, just in case.

That night, we both sleep alone...

#sorchasLP