#but thor won't even MENTION loki

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 35 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 36

Summary : Loki's torture ends as after years of separation he finds his way back to you.

Warning: 18+, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, mention of pregnancy, infertility, gif is how he looked ;)

When Loki had chosen to fix the timeline again he knew he'd be in his own personal hell that he himself had created for the next few years of his life. When Frigga died all he wanted to do was run back to you so you'd hold him in your arms and comfort him but he couldn't.

After the events of Svartalfheim he pretended to be deceased and moved to midgard for a while until Thor had found him again.. he had promised the ancient one that he wouldn't interfere in your life and he didn't, first few weeks were the hardest for him, worst, at times he thought that he'd rather go through Thanos's torture again then go through this.

He wasn't able to sleep or do anything but he stayed strong, for you, for both of you. He missed you with every inch of his life, the only thing keeping him going forward was the assurance that each and every day was only bringing him closer to you.

Seven years was a long time, every morning as he awakened he thought of you and his heart broke in pieces as he realized that you must have been sad and lonely at times as well, feeling as if you're life was meaningless, fearing that you'd never fall in love with a man, would never feel the heat you so badly craved and he knew you'd feel that way for a long time to come. And he wouldn't be able to stop you from hurting this way, he really wished he could have loved you better than this but he felt helpless, time was never really on his side.

For a god seven years weren't really much but you were just a mortal.. and he knew with every passing year you were only losing more hope, losing more life as he just moved on with his own and did nothing..

Two years passed somehow and he knew you'd go on to marry Strange during this time period, he knew all about what was going to happen and he couldn't stop the precious love of his life as she got tied to another man.

As she became a wife but certainly not his.

....

"Happy birthday sweetheart" you heard your mom's voice on the phone , she was the only one to call you after Mrs Geller, at least they remembered your birthday because your own husband didn't.

"Thanks mom, what are you doing?" you asked her so she sighed,

"Y/n you know you are 35 now, you don't have much time left, are you both planning to have kids or not?" you groaned internally as she said that. You haven't really told her the truth yet. Sure your sex life was as bland as a weak tea but that didn't mean you didn't want kids of your own, you really did but nothing worked.

Even though your body was healthy and hospitable as your doctors had told you, you couldn't just get pregnant, you thought maybe Stephen was infertile but he was perfectly fine in that department as well, it was a medical mystery why you weren't able to get pregnant.

"Is that the only thing you think of all the time mom?" You asked her, bit annoyed by her inquiry. Well you were very annoyed.

"Of Course I do"

She answered so you rolled your eyes, once she hung up you got out of the bed and got ready for work, as you stepped out in the living room Stephen was there on the kitchen table reading a newspaper. As your eyes met with each other he gave you a smile that never really reached his eyes whenever he was around you. You didn't blame him either.

"Good morning" you mumbled as you made your way to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast for yourself.

"Morning, I'm off to Philadelphia today and won't return for a week" he told you nonchalantly so you nodded.

"Well..Drive safely" he chuckled as you said that.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore " he smirked so you resisted the urge to roll your eyes again.

Two years ago he had gotten into a bad accident that had almost ended his life. Doctors had told him that he'd never be able to operate again but then he went to Nepal and apparently found a mystic healer or something, you couldn't believe your eyes when he had returned perfectly fine as if nothing had happened to him, however you did notice a slight change in his demeanor, he was less arrogant and more sympathetic towards you.

For a few weeks your relationship with him had gotten better but then it fizzled again, your heart was never in the right place when you married him, you knew you shouldn't have married him. You shouldn't have married him because you sure as hell weren't in love with him, as much as you had all these fantasies about a magical love life since you were eight, it never really happened to you. You never found a man who made your heart skip a beat with his presence, gave you butterflies that would leave you gushing for days or made you feel heated just by his mere touch.

When you turned turned thirty two you had just accepted that not everyone was destined to find that sort of love so you settled for Stephen and he settled for you, though you didn't understand his reasons, because he sure as hell wasn't in love with you either.

A year later you finally built the courage to ask for a divorce and much to your surprise he agreed almost immediately, that's when he confessed to you that he had been having an affair with his colleague Christine, not that it gave you a whiplash or made you feel betrayed, you had a feeling he wasn't faithful to you.

You had been cheated on before and were still carrying the scars it had left behind but with Stephen it didn't even hurt, you were equally responsible for this, sure you never cheated on him but you were never really there either, he never really felt like a lover to you, there was no romantic love between you two and it was proven as you two had met at your parents' anniversary a few months later after the divorce, that's when you knew that a platonic friendship is what you needed from him.

You were enjoying a life where you weren't trapped in a forced loveless marriage but that wasn't to say that you liked being alone, you despised it, all you wanted to do was find a man who'd love you as crazily as you'd love him but you knew you weren't blessed enough to find him.

Even when you met guys who you felt a miniscule amount of attraction for -they were either too young or too old, and both didn't seem interested in you in that way, you would turn forty in a few years, your time had ended but accepting it was way harder than one could imagine.

The hopeless romantic in you just wanted to find love, it didn't want to give up but with every passing year you were losing your will to go on, you have always felt so hollow from deep within, but it only got worse as you entered this decade of your life. You still remembered crying all night on your 30th birthday, now you wanted to go back to being thirty again, that felt much better than this..

Ever since you had turned thirty you always felt as if you were missing a piece of your heart, as if someone owned it but you didn't remember who. You always felt as if there was a man out there for you but you weren't able to find him anywhere, as if he wasn't even from this planet.

Few more months later Stephen invited you to his birthday bash in NYC. You had moved back to Minnesota post the divorce so he flew you in and even arranged for your stay. A free lavish trip wasn't the offer you were going to say no to so the night of his birthday you put on a fancy green dress, the thin straps had cute hearts shapes attached to it and after a long time you actually felt good about yourself. You had been working out, taking care of yourself, doing everything you could to still feel a little hopeful in life and it worked until your head finally hit the bed at night and made you aware of how miserable your life has become.

As you reached the venue you met Christine and things were unsurprisingly good between you two, she was a good woman, she understood Stephen and loved him the way you never did. He deserved that. Also apparently he was a superhero now but you still didn't understand what he actually did or what his purpose was. Sometimes you really sucked at being a nice person and taking interest in other people's lives.

After dancing for a bit you felt very tired so you told Christine you were going to grab a drink.

You sat down next to a gentleman in a black suit, he was attractive. He probably was the most attractive man you had seen in your life, his raven hair went past his shoulders and when he looked at you, those green eyes bored right into your soul. You also felt as if you had seen him before, you felt as if you had known him for years.

Usually men such as him made you feel extremely nervous around themselves and insecure in a weird way but for some unknown reason you felt calm with him..

"Sorry i didn't mean to stare, i felt as if i had seen you somewhere" he chuckled as you said that, that mere smile gave you butterflies. What was happening to you? This wasn't like you at all. You had never felt such an intense attraction towards a man before, not this way.

As soon as Loki saw you from across the dance floor, all the feelings that he had been suffocating for seven years were threatening to explode but he kept his cool, you didn't remember him and he had to do it in a way that wouldn't make you feel scared of him. He had waited years to find you again, he could wait more.

"Perhaps you have seen me on the news, I invaded your planet with an army a few years ago" your eyes widened in realization as he said that.

"Oh my god you're Loki '' you said to him and he turned his head to look at you, his lips sipped on the neat whiskey he had ordered for himself. Gorgeous gorgeous guy you thought, of course he was, he was a literal god. You and your standards you thought.

"For a moment I was afraid my popularity had plummeted around here" you let out a nervous laughter as he said that. He had clearly caught you checking him out.

"Noo i.. I read about you at the time, saw you in the news ..my ex husband actually made me see why we were supposed to hate you" you mumbled as you airquoted your sentence, a bit ashamed by the reveal, you still remembered your first date with Stephen where he just ranted against Loki, so why was he there at his birthday party now?

"Well I hope your feelings are not the same anymore" you gulped as the intense eye contact made you feel flushed. Your cheeks felt warm so warm and all you wanted to do was lean into him like a pervert.

"So what are you doing here?" You asked him to avoid feeling those butterflies that were swarming in your belly.

"I was summoned here for a crucial discussion," he answered you.

"Ohhh" you mumbled.

"I watched you dancing over there" your ears perked up as he said that. There were so many gorgeous, young and gorgeous women at the party, why was he watching you? Men that looked like him never went for women like you.

"You did?" You cleared your throat as you spoke,

"You have a way with your hips don't you?" Was he flirting with you? Oh god it's been years since a man this attractive had flirted with you. A man you actually wanted to flirt with you.

"Ummm well i wanted to be a dancer once" you mumbled and suddenly felt like a fool.

"I can tell, makes me think of other situations where you could show me how those hips could work" you bit on your lips as he said that. Loki's entire self grimaced as he was clearly being obscene with you, but he was pretending to be the confident asshole he was known as, however as he noticed the way you had blushed he found himself craving your touch. It's been seven years for norns sake.

He placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him and brought his lips to your ears, if he was some other guy you would have pushed him away by now but for some reason you felt hypnotized by his mere presence, everything about him enchanted you, you felt as if you were under his influence, his cologne attacked your senses and all you wanted to do was kiss him.

You had never felt such scorching heat with someone in your life, you never thought you'd ever get to feel it either, you didn't think it existed for you.

"Care for a dance?" He whispered in your ears and you could only whine in response which he took as a yes. His fingers laced with yours as he dragged you to a secluded corner of the hall.

Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place

"Nice song isn't it?" He whispered in your ear so you hummed in response, it existed because of you and you didn't even know that, you were the one to send the lyrics of the song to Mark Johnson in the hope that it'll get sent to the artist. Apparently it did.

You moved slowly with him to the rhythm of the music, he placed his hands on your lower back and the action made you gasp, dipping you down slowly before he pulled you up, smushing you so close to him in a moment, your chest were pressed to him, you were too close to man you barely knew.

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

Your hips rolled in circles and hands curled around his neck, what was this feeling? Your lips were so close to him but he wasn't kissing you, even though you wanted him to just kiss you desperately.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"Goddd" You whispered and a small smile curved the corner of his mouth.

"There you are i have been looking for you"

You heard Stephen's voice so you pulled away from the man you had met a few minutes ago. Even after the divorce was finalized you still felt weird about being close with another man around him.

"What happened?" You looked at him and he snickered in response.

"I was talking to him, I called him here to discuss something important"

You directed your attention towards Loki and he smiled at you before he looked you up and down from head to toe then he leaned into you to press a goodbye kiss on your cheek,

"See me again sometime later?"

You nodded as he said that, he walked towards your ex husband and went along with him, his smell lingered around you still and you had to sit down in order to calm down your nerves.

You had never felt this way before, you had lost all hope of finding a man you'd feel this level of attraction for and now you were almost thirty seven and a literal god was showing interest in you. A god. You wanted to scream because you knew he was unattainable, maybe he was just looking for a one night stand, of course he did. Guys weren't really looking to marry you at your age. At Least not men like him.

Strange had invited you here but he was missing from his own party so after a while you made your way upstairs to tell him that you were going back to the hotel as you felt tired, or maybe that was just another excuse to see Loki. Not it wasn't, you weren't that desperate for a man you had just met. You had never been that person. Right?

As soon as you reached the room you knocked on the door and took a deep breath, much to your delight Loki opened the door instead.

"If I didn't know you any better i'd have made an assumption that you came here for me" Your face flushed again as he said that, the smirk on his beautiful face was apparent.

"Well You don't know me Mister. Is Stephen here?"

He smiled and stepped away so you could get in the room but as you got in you noticed that Strange wasn't there

"He went away for a moment" Loki said to you so you sighed and turned around to look at him

"Umm okay..will you please tell him that I am tired and going back to the hotel? I'm staying at the Ritz"

"Sure would my lady, I'm sure he knew that already or perhaps the invitation is for me?" He asked you and you felt your face heating up again but instead of getting nervous you got bold instead, you didn't know where it came from..

"Maybe it is"

"What room?"

Lord, was he going to visit you?

"143"

He nodded his head as you said that and you walked past him to leave the room.

"Do you even know my name?" you suddenly turned around to ask him and he gave you a soft smile in response,

"It's y/n..isn't it?"

"He told you, didn't he?"

He didn't know why his eyes teared up at the question, he had been holding himself back from just wanting to grab you and kiss you at the moment.

"He did"

As soon as you were out of the room you took a deep breath, how come you had bumped into the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes on? Not just that but he actually seemed interested in you. Things like that just didn't happen to you so it felt a little weird. What did he want from you? Perhaps a night of debauchery? That was your best guess, only half an hour later you heard a knock on the door so you opened it and found him on the other side,

You invited him in so he looked around before he diverted the attention back at you.

"Ummm you want something to drink? I have like ummm let me check" you walked towards the mini refrigerator to rummage through it "There's coke, some alcoholic beverages, I don't know if you consume that" He chuckled as you said that.

"Don't they charge heftly for that?" He asked you curiously.

"Well my ex is paying for the room so you know" he chuckled as you said that. Norns he had missed you and all your little quirks.

"I will have whatever this Coke is supposed to be" you smiled nervously as he said that. You grabbed a can from the mini freezer and passed it to him, you were shocked a little when he opened the can without even using his fingers,

"It's a charm" he said as he found you looking a bit starstruck.

"I see.. I mean I know..you're also magical and all" He smiled as you said that, he walked closer to you and your breath quickened as he continued to reach closer and closer to you with every step.

"Have a sip lady y/n" he pressed the can right over your lips and it made you gulp.

"It's okay…I ummm" you stuttered on your words and he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of you squirming like that. It boded well for his ego that he had such an affect on you even though you didn't even remember him just yet.

"I insist, it would be rude of me to not offer" you pressed your lips on the opening of the can and he raised it up a little so you could take a sip. After you were done with the sip, he brought the can back up to his own lips and drank from it, all while his eyes stayed glued to yours. He noticed the residue of the drink on the corner of your mouth and all he wanted to do was lick it off. His thoughts were filthy. It's been seven years, that was two thousand five hundred fifty five nights of him just touching himself to your memories .

"Uhhh so how was the meeting with Stephen?" You asked him to cut through the tension..

"Atrocious, he so badly needed my assistance but the arrogant arse took a while before he admitted it" you chuckled as he said that.

"Well you should have seen him years ago before ahhh the accident..he was way worse"

"Mmmhmmm?" He walked closer to you and placed the can down on the dresser behind you "Makes me wonder why a sweet woman like you would ever hitch herself to a man such as him" He whispered, his voice remained low and husky.

"Well I thought it was the right thing to do at the time" you looked down and he figured you couldn't even look in his eyes for longer than a few seconds.

"Is that so? Did it feel right?" He put his fingers on your chin and made you look up at him, every inch of your skin began to tingle with his touch. What was he doing to you and why?

"Not really..if the divorce wasn't enough of an indication for you then let me tell you that I do regret that decision everyday of my life"

He smiled as you said that. The forest green slip dress you had on made you look delectable, there were two heart shaped ribbons attached to the top of the straps that kept the dress hanging on your body, he found it really adorable. You let out a moan as his thumb brushed over your lower lip.

"Lokiiii" the sound of his whispered name made his cock harden in a jiff but he used the charm to keep himself from showing it, he didn't want you to think as if he was there for just a night of fun.

"Apologies little one, I got carried away" He took a step back and he noticed your heavy breathing. You weren't making this any easier, he remembered the dream he had about you two before where he lived the same scenario, he knew what you were going to say to him, it always started this way between you two, with friendship, a relationship that was built in such a way could have only lasted forever, there was no other way around it.

"It's okay I just… I am still dealing with the divorce and I just.. I don't know what you thought would happen tonight and I know I invited you here basically but I ..I'm just not ready for ..you know" your eyes teared up as you mumbled, that wasn't the reason why you didn't want to sleep with him, you didn't care about the divorce, you just didn't want him to think of you as someone he could have fun with for a night and leave, his own eyes softened as he noticed the anxious look on your face.

"Whatever it is that you desire from me tonight, I will give you that darling" he said firmly so you smiled before you chuckled slightly in disbelief.

"Really? So if I tell you that I barely have any friends and I want you to be my friend first, would you be my friend?" You asked him, he could sense the mockery in your tone, he didn't blame you, he knew his reputation wasn't the best especially because of how promiscuous his brother was on midgard he figured you must have put him through the same judgment, you didn't remember him after all.

"I would love to be your friend, I do not have any either"

Your eyes widened as he said that.

"Okay so ummm okay we can be friends i guess" he smiled as he grabbed your hand and placed a formal kiss on the back.

"My lady, I won't disappoint you i promise"

He kissed your forehead and as you looked up at him all of a sudden he just felt so familiar, as if you knew him in some other life, he felt like home and you couldn't really describe why.

That night as you both stayed up and talked you found yourself getting more and more attracted to him.

Days passed and turned into weeks but he never stepped out of line or asked you for things you never wanted to do, all your life you had felt a certain emptiness in your soul, even when you felt happy at times you found yourself thinking about the missing piece of your heart, you had always felt as if you were born with half a soul and for once in your life you were starting to believe that he was it. That he was the one you had been looking for, that he was the answer to all those questions. But he felt too good to be true.

How could someone be so precious as he was?

You had no idea how complicated your relationship was with him but you were going to find out the truth on your coming birthday..he was going to change your life forever, it would never be the same again.

And that is exactly what you had wished for all your life.

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[homesickn]

My Heart

Soft!dark Loki x Reader. (Ghostface!Loki)

Loki is your special guide on an acting play in Asgard. How will it turn out? It will certainly be a Scream!

(Scream-inspired, ghostface!Loki, he's a bit obsessive too, who could have guessed?)

Warnings: this fic is exclusively explicit +18, a lot of blood, Dom!Loki, angst (at least reader cries a lot), stalking, Loki is a bit mean at times, blood kink, murder, psychological horror, possessive Loki, obsessive Loki, dark!Loki, scared reader. Be safe! ;)

You were fixing your hair and taking a look at the fancy dressing options for the official play, taking place in the center of Asgard, a place properly dedicated for cultural artistic exposition.

A bunch of the most famous actors throughout all of Asgard were coming to interpret roles in the huge theater near the castle, as an official tradition. Asgard is often envied in the matter of culture and in their specific field of acting art.

You've never felt more treasured, it surely felt gifting to be able to experience such an unique phenomenon, to be invited to such a thing.

And you're human. It feels a whole lot to you.

Far away from your home on Earth.

As much as it bothered you, you had to keep your mind off the annoying sting in your chest. You came here for an honorable reason, to represent as a Midgardian diplomat, settled by Thor to help him with his rules and studies for Asgard and the other realms, as he already knew you, he thought you to be the perfect fit. You don't want to disappoint.

But this loneliness is unlike any other, you can't help but wonder how your family and friends are doing, at home. You could fully say with conviction that the only friend you have is the godly Avenger that swore to protect you through your journey out of your original realm.

You were okay with it, until you had to get down and face the real world. You wore the very detailed white royal dress that most appealed to your eyes, and went downstairs to meet with the known blond just waiting for your presence, awkwardly messing with his…formal, hero cape.

He says your name with hesitance, “I'm so sorry, my friend. I truly am, I won't be able to attend the event,” he expresses, you frown and press your hand to your heart.

“What? You're the only friend I have here, am I supposed to go alone?” You're quick to ask.

“You can go with Loki,” he mentions the dark prince, you blink.

Loki wasn't a bad man to you, from what you've known of him, you're not a judgemental person, you don't like going for other people's words. But he's known on Earth for being a murderer, you watched the news, even though you weren't present during the attack you still could feel the pain that all those victims went through. It felt like you're betraying them, like you're hurting them by thinking of befriending the god.

However, since you've shown up on Asgard, Loki has been nothing but amicable to you. You just hesitated considering him a friend, whatsoever, he's a person you've —unfortunately — come to admire.

Whenever he passes by your sight is attached to him, as if you've been hypnotized, he's charming, pleasing to be around, your sense of humor matches a lot from what you've had the pleasure of discovering of him.

“Loki?” You repeat, letting the name echo through the walls of the castle. You're momentaneously afraid you've summoned him with the name.

“Yes, he's not too bad,” Thor looks a bit embarrassed of having to state so. “He's kind when you spend time with him, I know he'll treat you well. And if there's one thing my brother loves more than anything, is the events that involve acting around here. You have to see just how bright his eyes sparkle when he watches the plays, and this one in particular is one of his favorites. We used to watch it with father when we were younger.” 

You were now enchanted by Thor's description, your eyes shining at the idea of having someone acknowledged to teach you more of something you already enjoy so much, you're also a huge fan of acting, and theatrical acting was a hidden passion you've always adored. 

The thought of Loki liking this so much excites you, because you love surrounding yourself with enthusiastic people, you love seeing them being passionate about what they love. You thought it wouldn't be so bad to have a guide, it is definitely a better option than to go just by yourself, or to refuse and stay in bed for the day.

“Well…” You think for a second, looking around then coming back to Thor. “I don't see why not.” You shrug your shoulders, the blond god gives you a bright smile and says he'll catch him for you.

You wait at the entrance, looking all like a real princess waiting for her prince to take her to a royal ball. 

“This is too fancy for me,” you look down at yourself, somehow feeling a sense of imposter syndrome. Feeling unbelonging, too human for this, it's way more than you could ever dream of. “I shouldn't be here.” 

“Now, why would you say such a thing?” A low soft voice asks you from nowhere, you jolt as you turn quickly, recognizing the owner of the voice.

Loki gulps as he shares eye contact with you, glancing down at your pretty dress, you take a moment to appreciate his beautiful princely outfit, black and green, with tiny golden sparkling details. His body seemingly just fit for the measures of the clothes, you think you've lost your breath for a second. 

He smirks as he catches you staring.

“Princess?” Your heart flutters a little, you swear your legs feel a bit shaky from the endearment. 

“I'm not a princess,” you hurry to correct, your cheeks heating up against your will.

“You look just like one. You can be a princess, and if you don't like it, you have the experience for the night.” He offers his hand to you with a charming smile.

“No one would believe I'm a princess, prince Loki.” You challenge him.

“They will if I treat you like one,” he licks his lips and his eyes give you such softness you could melt again. Another pang, the betrayal, the attack on Earth.

You're the one to gulp nervously now, taking your eyes off of him and looking to the road ahead.

“You don't need to, it's fine,” and you quickly hurry to change the subject before he can protest. “Shall we go? Otherwise we'll miss the time. Nobody likes being late.”

★

You and Loki arrive at the festival together, getting off the carriage, he offers his hand again when you're exiting, like a true gentleman.

There's a lot of drinking, dancing, and singing. The theater is still empty waiting for the actors to arrive. Your excitement is likely palpable, Loki could swear he feels it radiating off of you. 

“It's okay, princess,” he says loud enough for others to hear, placing his arms around you. You blush but refuse to protest, he gives you a knowing look and a mischievous smile. “We can have our fun before the show. Let me show you around all the cultural Asgardian beauty.”

They had a lot of variable types of drinks, a lot of dancing presentations for people to watch, and the singers had the most amazing intonations that your ears could be blessed to hear. You couldn't believe how lucky you were, to be able to humanely get in touch with the art from the gods themselves.

The harp brought an etheric touch to all the singing, the harsh intoning of the words whilst they sung something in their native languages, deep voices to match their godly vocal chords. Be it from the realm they were, your heart clenched in delight from all the admiring.

Loki was an impeccable guide, showing you some popular dishes, giving you the most delectable desserts, and watching the performances with you. Thor was right, you could see the special touch he had with art, it was as if he forgot everything else around him when he got close to it. 

“This play will be my favorite,” he musters and you stop to listen, carefully. His voice is low but the smile he's wearing really makes you interested in what he has to say. It's like a secret you're two are sharing.

“What's the name of the play?” You couldn't believe Thor hadn't told you this before, you felt a bit ignorant towards the conversation. Loki puts his hands on your back again to calm your nerves down.

“The Masquerade,” he almost whispers. Like a real secret, almost as if he could read you.

“Oooh,” you teasingly express. “The Masquerade, such an interesting name, will they wear the masks?” For a second you feel dumb to ask, Loki only laughs a little and rubs your back to comfort you.

“Yes, yes, they will. I truly hope you find it as beautiful as I do.” His eyes sparkle with a sprinkle of mischief among the kindness. 

“I probably will,” you say more to yourself than to him. If he thinks it's beautiful, there's one more reason for you to like it, there's a special key to the piece, they caught someone's love before you've met it. “What's it about, anyways?”

He looks down at you due to the height difference and brings his gaze back to your eyes, deep piercing blue staring right into you, you feel a bit sick from the closeness. 

“It's…uhh,” he pauses, a bit sheepish, you never thought you'd see the infamous, 'evil' god of mischief looking embarrassed to talk about something he loves. He clears his throat. “It talks about several people meeting at a Masquerade ball, one of them, the leader, —who is the murderer, but it's a fact unknown to the characters of the play— wears a mask that resembles the face of a comical ghost, it may sound a bit silly, but it's really symbolic. It has the horror of course, putting the thrill aside.” He still blushes to say.

He continues.

“The thrill of having to discover who is responsible for the murders whilst everyone worries because their lives are at risk, you don't know which ones you trust, there's just…something about it that makes me terrified, I think that's why I'm so invested in the story.” He manages to explain to you. “But I really like it, I've even read the scripts before, a few times. I had the pleasure of reading the original one when it was created.”

Your eyes widen as he says it all. “I love these kinds of things! The mystery!” You exclaim. “I love it, and we'll get to see who's actually the murderer at the end, right? Sometimes I tend to get my intuitions wrong,” you joke.

He chuckles, a bit surprised. “Yes, of course. Where would be the fun if we never get to know who did it all?”

“And you're quite old, huh?” You give a teasing smile, he shakes his head, smiling too. “You know so many things from so many years ago.”

“Don't let this disappoint you, I hope.” There's a glint and the softness he always presents to you. You feel queasy, you feel happy. “Your mortality is not an issue here.”

As the festival went on, even the Warriors did their own little stunt to occupy the time, but the actors never arrived. You were starting to get a bit restless, you wanted to watch the show and you feared you wouldn't get to see what Loki so lovingly shared with you.

Everybody gave out a gasp of exasperation when all the lights of the event were turned off. People immediately sighed a bothered "blackout", but even the candles were blown off, leaving everyone in a sea of darkness swallowing all the excitement there was before.

“We can't enjoy the event without lights!” One of the warriors complained, you couldn't quite remember his name.

“Why can't I light the candle? The fire just doesn't lit,” someone complained loudly. “Where is a God of Fire when you need one?”

“I bet that's all because Thor's not here!”

You turn your head around the annoyed complaints of the people, listening to them all in confusion. Loki made sure to appease everyone telling us that we should all stay calm, that the problem will probably be solved soon.

“How could we know? We can't trust this snake!” Someone screamed, pointing at Loki.

“I'm the prince, and I was raised to rule,” Loki had a stern expression as he spoke. “Whether you like it or not, it's true. As Thor is gone for now, I will listen to all the complaints you have.”

“I bet he did it on purpose!” An old Asgardian lady yelled behind the crowd.

“Why would I? I have nothing to gain from this, it's just more of a headache for me,” he said annoyed now, he probably couldn't handle accusations when all he was trying to do is enjoy something he loves.

“He wanted to watch the show like everybody else,” you awkwardly meek the words out, you felt ashamed as soon as they came out and the people looked at you.

“This trickster has watched the same play a thousand times!” Someone gestured rudely with their hands. “He knows every detail probably, he's not doing anything for us.”

“Silence!” Loki orders, “I will not tolerate insolence! You wish to complain, you do so, but meanwhile, I'll put my best efforts to fix the issue.”

You thought the blackout was going to last for maybe a few minutes, but after a while with each sound of nature echoing throughout the open space, you questioned if you're wrong after all. Why was everyone still in the dark? The complaints were now too loud for your ears.

And the worst part is that you've lost sight of Loki. You remind yourself of some old men pulling him by his sleeves, you try to remember what the men's faces looked like, but it remains unsuccessful.

Your heart is quaking with anxiety, he was your only access to hanging out around Asgard, without Thor around or his trusted brother, you feel completely at loss. 

Furiously looking around the place to check if there's anything you can find, whilst others are starting to grab their things to go away.

A sudden light hits the entire circle, a brighter light stinging the people's sight and coming from the theater stage. You hiss and move your gaze, trying to fathom what it's going on.

“The actors are never going to come.” Says a terrified man among the crowd, he's gasping as he looks at the empty stage. What does he mean by that? “Where's the King?! Where's Thor?!”

“We have to run!” An old lady screams, bumping your shoulders as she runs in the opposite direction, grabbing all her stuff. You're still confused but you recompose yourself and immediately try to go somewhere darker.

You scramble through your mind to think of where Loki may be at, you don't want to imagine him suffering with any possible attacks. And your eyes fickle to the golden castle sticking close to the theater area. 

You imagine that's the place where they might've taken Loki to, so you run there, readying yourself to the presence of an unquiet Loki, or maybe a tired, questioning Thor, wondering what all the fuss is about, both the princes immediately trying to solve the problems. You'd run and embrace yourself in the feeling of safety around their presence.

Instead of that, the castle was all empty, you knitted your eyebrows as your skin shivered from the cold you felt in the air. The golden castle has never been so cold, and it seems all the lights have gone out here too.

You're alone. There are no palace staff even, no cooks, no nurses, the princes are nowhere in sight. Alone. And it frightens you, you feel the loneliness ripping your bones as you wonder if staying with the angry mob would be a greater idea than trying to come to the castle.

You hear a ringing way too loud for the quiet atmosphere, you recognize the sound of your cell phone ringing. You run to where your temporary room is, and grab the vibrating phone in your hands. 

You're puzzled, it's odd. It isn't supposed to function, it never does. Who would want to call you when you're so far from Earth? 

Nobody here has a phone connection, so why does it work? Could it be someone from Earth calling you?

You'd probably ask Thor about this later, but you see the number is unknown. You ask yourself if it's possible for the marketing programs to call you even from another realm of distance. You muffle a small laugh as your mental joke eases your nerves.

You hesitantly accept the call, feeling curious.

“Hello?! Is anybody there??!” The raspy male voice questions frantically, it seemed almost robotic, sounding like they're out of breath, you can hear a tiny sob coming from the other line.

“Y-yes, who is it?” You shiver as you listen to your own voice ringing in the closed room.

“Please! Please help me!” The weird voice pleads you. “Please, I found this device out in the blackout, I don't know where I am. But I have you. Please help me.”

You try to shush him calmly. But you're scared as you're still alone, and the voice calling you sounds male but unrecognizable. 

“Look I'm sorry, I'm not a person you should be calling right now, I'm really lost too.” You try to explain peacefully, your chest aching from feeling useless. “Please, forgive me,” You hang up.

Seconds later as you ready yourself to leave, organizing all the important stuff, there's the ringing again. You groan loudly and answer the call.

“Hello?!”

“Are you alone?” He asks, giving another sob through the line. “I'm sorry if you are, I just feel uneasy.”

“I'm packing my things to go face an angry mob of people. Why did you call me back? I told you I can't help you.”

“You'd rather face some angry people than help me?” He asks, quite stressed, all of a sudden sounding a bit angry. Your body stills on the spot.

“I don't know who you are!” He sighs as he hears you.

“That's fair.” A silence rings. You sigh and hang up again.

As you walk out the room, the phone rings again.

“I was testing you, I know a woman that's alone shouldn't come around to help people they don't know, you're really smart.”

“Is it you again?” You ask out of patience.

“What are you doing now?” He sounds more curious.

“I told you, I'm packing my things.”

“Why are you lying to me?” You freeze.

“...Excuse me?” You look around and check if there's anyone that saw you leave your room. “Also, wait. How do you know I'm alone? I never told you I was…”

“Were you on the play?” He changes subject.

“I-uhm…Yeah, I was. I wanted to watch it- yeah. Now answer my question!” You respond feeling incredibly uneasy.

“I was there too. Are you also human?”

“Me? Yes, I'm the Midgardian. You're from Earth?” You walk and get giddier on the call, someone from Earth in Asgard would bring you more familiarity. For a minute you forgot your question remained unanswered. 

“Was just curious. Thor likes you a lot. He speaks a lot about you.”

“Thor? Yeah, he's my friend...” You wonder why the stranger is bringing him to the topic.

“I think I found a light, will you stick on the line until I reach it?”

“Sure thing.” You don't know why, though you don't see anything wrong with waiting. Your every move is still shaky from fear.

“You never told me your name.” He says suggestively, you hurry down the stairs and breathe out the next words.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” 

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.” A shiver runs down your spine. Like a whiplash, you feel observed as you search your surroundings.

“...What?”

“I wanna know who I'm talking to.”

“That's not what you said.”

“What do you think I've said?” He asks, feigning confusion. 

You rush to the entrance only to notice the doors are locked, your hands shaking as you knock the door repeatedly to call attention from the outsiders. You're sure the stranger heard you banging the door through the call. Shit.

You don't say anything as you hang up this time. You try to compose your breathing, the phone rings once again but you don't move to accept the call.

“Someone!! Help me!” You loudly call, waiting for a response, a sign, anything. The dark was even scarier after the call you received, the cold all too threatening, like a bunch of invisible eyes looking under your skin.

After some moments of silence passing through your weeping eyes, you're fighting to keep the sobs hidden by putting your hand to your mouth to muffle the noise.

You kneel down, body glued to the door, holding it for dear life, your heartbeat a bit too loud for your eardrums. You're hugging your knees in a position of defeat as your body trembles with each sob.

You're wondering if the Asgardians had evacuated the castle and forgotten about you. You wondered if Loki forgot about you.

Your phone rings.

“Don't you hang up on me again or I'll make sure you're the first one to get killed.” Your sobs get even louder. “I'll gut you like a fish and feed your organs to the wolves!”

“What are you doing?! Who are you?!” You ask, clenching your fist to your chest. The rough voice from the other line chuckling from your questions.

“Does it matter, sweetheart? You want out, don't you? Poor thing, locked alone in the castle…”

“Please…don't hurt me…”

“You've told me once you like scary stuff, thrillers.” You fight not to hyperventilate. “Let's try some method acting, shall we?”

“No…no I don't. I don't like this shit.” You grit your teeth.

“You do, sweetheart. Don't lie to me. Don't you want to join my play? I planned it just for us, I thought you wanted to watch it. I can make you a star.”

“What?! No…” You cry.

The door opens out of a sudden and your body falls to the dirty earthy ground. You leave a groan, when your head lifts you're surprised by the dark that's out in the wild, the only light being the stars above your head and the vast bright moon occupying the sky.

You lift yourself with trembling knees and hear a voice coming from the phone. 

“If you ignore me one more time I'll fucking cut your neck off, you stupid little bitch!” The person threatens and you visibly recoil, throwing the phone very far away, ignoring his instructions and running for dear life.

Panting on your way through the golden speckled Asgardian trail out of the castle, darkened by the lack of lightning that you find in the way, you breathe as best as you can, ignoring the fear clutching your heart and the tears pricking your eyes, face puffy and your nose beginning to stuff.

“Damn it,” you tremble and fall in your steps. Sobbing to the air. “Shit, shit…” You curse to the skies as you try to regain your steadiness.

You start listening to a noise behind you, shuffling the bushes and startling you even more. When you pay attention, there are a pair of black boots making their way out of the bushes, right to your direction. A cloak covers down their ankles while your eyes widen. 

You don't stay behind to care for whom it may be, nor wait to check their face, and you keep running.

You're startled as a man comes to your line of vision, screaming, frantic. You tremble and end up falling backwards on the ground, he falls on top of you. Your hands are punching him to move off of you but he seemed just as frightened as you were.

He also noticed your punches were much weaker than the touches the gods carry. The strength they have. He supposed you were a human.

“Oh thank the Lord!” He praises God, and your face is entirely a mix of fear and anxiety, the tears making it very uncomfortable to keep your eyes open. “Thank the Heavens, you have to save me!”

“No!” You scream, pushing him away. A human. He doesn't fool you, he's the damn murderer that's been stalking you. You push his figure behind and he falls off his steps.

And then a knife craves his stomach, your eyes are wide and you're nauseated. The blood speckles to your terrified face. You can't help the scream that leaves you.

You quickly hurry to move up and keep on the run, suddenly someone grabs you by your neck, pulling your whole body up effortlessly, scaring all the breath out of your body.

You're pale as you realize the person is masked, wearing a ghost face mask and a cloak covering their entire body. The person from that was following you, the murderer.

“W-who…” You're fighting, clutching the gloved fingers holding you up and choking you by your pulse. “Who…I-I can't- breathe…” You say between resistant breaths.

“I told you not to ignore me, didn't I? I didn't think I'd need to repeat myself. You seemed like a pretty clever girl.” You recognized the voice from the phone.

“Please…”

“Don't beg, sweet. You're right where I want you to be.” He turns your body, clinging to you, pressing a knife near where his hand was, on your neck. This hand is now resting on your stomach. “I was waiting for this the whole night.”

“What?” You squirm around his grip, wanting to get out.

He clutches your face, forcing you to look at the stage. The one that was before empty, and now, is filled with decorations and blood stains. Your bile raised up to your throat.

Your eyes widened in fear and filled with terrified tears, you could barely hold your screech as you paid attention to the calculated amount of bodies on the floor of the stage.

You were now fully hitting him even though your limbs were being held tight, you still tried to escape.

“Don't be scared, princess.” A shiver runs through your skin, your whole face must be a mix of sweat and tears. It's like everything is turning in your head, dizzying you. Princess. 

Cruel joke. Must be a cruel coincidence, a cruel joke against you. You imagined the killer heard the nickname Loki called you, you could only hope Loki was coming to save you anytime. Maybe he knew how much you liked him.

“Don't be scared, we're only starting the show.” He carries your body up and takes you closer to the stage, all while you punch him as best as you can with full fists. He doesn't seem to be affected by your weak punching.

“Shh, now.” He calms you through your breakdown, shushing you and moving a piece of your hair that was sticking on your forehead due to your sweating. “Shh, you'll like this game, I promise.”

“Game?” You repeat with a gasp, mouth open in fright. “I don't wanna play anything, you freak! You monster!” You try to jump off his embrace but he's stronger and clutches his hold onto you with more strength. “Please, let me go…”

“Come on, princess.” He calls through your cries, placing you down on a throne-looking piece in front of the stage, when you touched it, it felt so…real. You wondered how anyone would be able to bring a real golden throne to this place, you wondered if it was like the one the Asgardian King has.

“A real throne for a princess.” You felt the goosebumps rise one more time, bringing your attention out of your senses, as you looked at the masked freak. “You can't get out of this.” He says and you notice you can't move your hands, you actively scream out, really scared at being unable to move.

“What are you doing?! Why?” You wonder, and he touches your face delicately, the ghost face giving you a cold feeling down your spine, your eyes bright with tears as you look up to him. 

He moves your face a bit, to get you to look at the stage instead of himself. 

“We're just going to play a game, my princess.” He softly says, as much as his raspy voice can muster. You start shaking your head in denial, frantically. 

“Please, no. You've had your fun, I promise I won't tell, please! Let me go!!” 

“You wanted to watch the play, we're going to do so. You just have to guess who's the one that's guilty. If you get it right, nothing happens, and you get a reward. If you get it wrong, we're going to have even more fun.”

“Why are you doing this?” He doesn't respond, he keeps his hands on your shoulders as you watch ahead.

The play starts, a terrified man tries to run you, but he's interrupted like there's a wall in the way. 

“Please, help me! I'm innocent, I need to go away.”

You try to move your hands but you can't. The Ghostface whispers in your ears. 

“Do you trust him, sweetheart? It's in your hands.” 

You shake your head and close your eyes, desperately trying to ignore the scene in front of you. More characters came into the scene.

“Don't worry about the actors, sweetheart,” his whispering was almost so soft for the fake covering voice, hidden behind the mask. “That man, the one that just screamed,” he points his knife to the man that's staring at him with big scared eyes. “He was wanted as a criminal, his reward was worth thousands of gold for arson, murder and sexual abuse.”

“S-so you don't think sexual abuse is correct?” You ask before even thinking, just feeling a wave of relief.

“What?” He sounds surprised for a second. “Why would I–? Oh, sweet? You thought I'd hurt you like this?” His voice sounded different at the moment he realized, like it really hit him somehow. “I'd never do this to you, there's no need to worry about that, I think it's the most disgusting of all crimes.” He says tilting the knife, you gulp not knowing what to do, but gratefully accepting the fact the killer had moral limits about this. At least.

“Pick one.” You realize you've barely paid attention to the play, to the actors moving.

“Please…” You keep on begging, maybe that'll help, but it gets him even more out of patience. “Please, I can't play with people's lives!” 

“You should know what you were getting into before coming here.” He gets closer to your face, you only wish your hands could work so you could pull his mask off to know who he is. “Come on, pick one.”

All the characters looked terrified, one wore a sillier mask of the Ghostface that was beside you, purposely seeming fake and cheaper. You start shaking, it'd be too obvious to pick the Ghostface that's acting, he's supposed to be the story's murderer. No one was actually killed during the act, they just pretended to kill.

“Do you think he did it?” The real killer asks beside you, almost sitting by your side close to your throne. He steps in front of you, steps clear and slow as his boots hit the ground, making you fixated on his every move. “You've been looking at him.” He takes something out of his cloak, and you almost can't believe it when he pulls out a gun and shoots the guy wearing the leader's mask.

“NO!” You scream loudly, hoping to reach his ears before he finishes the murderous act. 

A few more very loud shots were done, the stage was now shining with the stranger's dark red blood, and the actors were all shaking, shivering, on their best attempts at holding their cries, because they didn't want to be a part of it, they're afraid they'll be the next.

“This play is originally Midgardian,” he said, ignoring your cries. “Being written decades ago, only modern versions have this new weapon so the characters would be killed at a distance. I think it's practical for our current game.”

“NO, NO, NO, THAT'S HORRIBLE! STOP, STOP THIS, LET ME LEAVE! I DIDN'T PICK HIM, I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO DIE!” You scream and your whole body is shaking as you feel the guilt racking through your bones.

You feel his gloved hands caress your arms. 

“Sweet,” his strange voice keeps calling you. “Princess, please, look at me. Look at me,” His glove is tainted with dark blood, staining the rich dark black material. He tilts your chin up to make you look at his masked face. You feel even more afraid, the unfamiliarity and fear burning up your body. 

You can't stop crying, and your sobs are becoming louder and louder. 

“Look at me. It's okay, remember what I told you? He didn't deserve to live. He was supposed to go through the death penalty anyways.” You didn't know if you trusted his words. You were scared. Terrified. Shaking, and now feeling so guilty you couldn't even think about being saved. 

What if they put the blame on you? What about the disgust the princes will feel about you? You feel tainted, dirty, like you killed him yourself, with your bare hands.

You couldn't handle that, you didn't want to take the man's life. You couldn't stop looking at the blood, the smell of iron now clinging close to where you're stuck at.

“Please, let me go. You got what you wanted.” You try one more time.

“You think I got what I wanted?” His hands strongly hold your already immobile wrists. “Princess, I could do this anytime I wished, but I want you.” He says and you shiver even more. “I want you to be the star. My Queen. The one they admire, I want you to stay with me.”

“What? W-what do you mean by that?”

“Thor is not coming back.” He says almost too softly, nonchalant, apathetic, you want to throw up. You're feeling dizzy, there's a knot in your stomach and you don't know what to do. 

“What?! What? What??! Why? What have you done to him?! What about Loki?!” You cry and beg for answers.

He chuckles. The mask moving with each small laugh he lets out, you want to rip it off his face. This person you already hate so much.

“It's so sweet of you, it matches your nickname. Sweet, sweet, darling thing. It's so beautiful to know just how much you care about me.” He moves the mask off his face and you're unmoving, you go completely limp as you stare at the face you admired before, the tears wouldn't go away.

Were they correct this whole time? You've been considering a psychopath as your friend this whole time?

“L-Loki?” You hate how you stutter as you say his name, you hate to see him smile at that. You hate that you don't hate him, because your brain can't link the murders to him. Not him. “Loki, why?” 

“My father made me love this play, he taught me everything. I was here when it was created, Odin thought of the leaders like brave warriors, soldiers. The weaker ones got killed first but only he remained.” Loki's voice now sounded so suave to your ears, you imagined the strange one must have been granted through his magic and illusions.

“Such a beautiful story, sweetheart. It has so many layers, I can't wait for you to get involved in this artwork as much as I do.” His smile was so bright you felt nauseated, you couldn't even speak. “Look at the irony, look at it! The Norns must love me! Odin died first, he isn't here to present my thriving. I'm the only one that's left, the leader, the King, the ruler. I'm winning now, and the act is going on!”

He conjures a knife and presses it close to your neck, making you yelp and jump a little out of the chair. You're surprised you can move now, but he still grabs you forcefully and pulls you up to him. 

“I was the one that made Thor bring you here. I was paying attention to you for so long, it didn't take much convincing until the oaf agreed, he even befriended you. You have no idea how long I've had to wait with my nerves at bay.” His jealousy was visible as he spoke and you shook from his words.

“Look at them. The blood of the undeserving, the weak ones. We are above them, my princess. You and me. We can win this game. I'd never, ever, hurt you.” He says the last sentence with a seriously cold expression, you open your mouth and leave out a loud cry. His frown deepen.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted to see how the play goes?”

“Not like this. Please…Loki…” You feel his hand reaching under the skin of your dress, pulling it up and moving to caress your thigh. You feel perverted as your eyes open and you look at the blood and the terrified faces among the stage.

You take the moment he's distracted to rush out of his grip, he's caught unexpectedly so his knife accidently cuts your shoulder, you grunt from the small wound. 

You turn to leave as quickly as you can, Loki chuckles to himself, thinking about how cute it is, that you think you can be quicker than him. That you're trying to escape, it's what a really smart princess would do, to be brave enough to try.

You pass through bushes, a weird unknown garden to you, wanting to find anyone else that was there before, anyone from the crowd that was running away, screaming loudly your pleas for help that no one hears. 

You look behind, not seeing him makes you even more uneasy. You can feel his presence near you, you don't know where he is. 

There's a particular downhill area you didn't see right in front of you, you accidently fall. Your legs failing you and hitting the ground from a long altitude distance, cutting your face and any naked skin you're letting out, your bones felt the fall and you curse how stupid you were not to pay attention.

Your skin is tainted with dirt, your face now on the ground. You think your foot is out of place as you groan out in pain, it hurts to move it. You can't believe you could ever be so stupid. Your dress is so painfully yellow after all the dirt.

You cry like a little kid.

You're surprised when your phone —the one you threw away — is right next to you, ringing and intact. Your face is so puffy from the fall, and because of all the crying, all the fear.

You move your arms and hold it close to your ears. “Hello?” Your voice trembles.

“I should have told you, you can't run away from me, darling.” Loki's voice echoes through your mind now, you almost feel it like a safety blanket covering your skin after the defeat, you don't know if you should accept the loss or not. Like a balm, a salve. 

He's the one that hangs up this time.

You feel a pair of arms holding you up with him, cozying you into his arms, so you can peacefully rest your head onto his chest, still covered by the dark cloak.

He pats your head, letting his hand softly caress your back as you lay in his arms, he's carrying you somewhere else.

You see the people now, the Asgardians, and the actors from before. So you quickly put your head back to Loki's chest again, wishing to hide away.

“I shouldn't have just thrown it on you like that,” he keeps his soft touches on your clothed back, his magic cleaning the dirt on your skin, balming the wounds. “It takes a lot from someone, but you're so pretty when you're scared. I got carried away, I'm so sorry.” He quickly apologizes after he says so, you keep hidden, not wishing to speak.

He sighs tiredly, he massages your scalp, you almost mewl like a kitten when he does it. Your heart still aches with fear and he tears up at your shivering, afraid he's broken you.

“To all the Asgardians,” he begins, voice loud and authoritative. “I expect all of you to do your normal duties tomorrow, everyone in their expected places. I'll have the lights fixed after I have my fun.” His fingers massage your scalp as he mentions that. His other hand holds you up by your buttocks, he's steadying you in his arms.

Unknowingly to your hiding self, the Asgardians nod tearfully and all so scared of his statements. They all were quivering under Loki's gaze. He seemed like a true mad King to their eyes. 

To Loki, he's never been more sane, this is all he ever wanted, he's got you in his arms now. And Thor is gone. He's a King.

“To the actors,” he looks at the frightened crew still in their respective places. “I expect a full play. Just as we planned.” He gestures to them to continue, they lock eyes with each other and look at the corpse close to their feet. “Now.” Loki could only roll his eyes with impatience.

They move in their respective places, getting ready for the show. Loki sits on the throne with you clinging to him like a koala. He's smirking all too proud, he loves feeling needed.

He considers putting the mask back, it's a symbol for greatness in this art. It's what his father used to say.

“Love,” he calls. Not wanting to frighten you more, you look up to him with a quivering lip. “You're okay, we're okay.” 

He lifts a bit the end of your dress again, unbothered by the actors frantically moving among themselves, not knowing if they should look or not.

He grabs your ass cheek, making you gasp from the suddenness. You don't want to think about the scene, so you don't. You stick to appreciating his closeness, and him, you feel like a pervert for enjoying this, his low voice speaking against your skin.

He kisses you.

“I'll make you feel better.” He brings you up a bit to lick down your earlobe, moving to kiss your neck. “I'll make it all better, I promise. I've been reckless.” He says, taking off his gloves and pressing his nails against your skin, marking tiny half-moon shapes on your flesh.

Wanting to fully feel you, smiling as he remembers the desperation from the man, he's dreamt years of this performance. Of having a figure to be conquered, the star of the show, you.

The blood still covered his cloak, and it's starting to taint your beautiful, innocent skin. It entices him more, of course. He groans near your ear, you moan under his touch in response.

He hears the movement from the play and he grabs your hair tenderly, you've had enough for one day, he has to be kind, you need his softness that you adore so much. The one he reserves only for you.

He takes off your dress and lets it slip off your body, he's in awe as more of your skin reaches his eyes, his breath hanging for a second.

The actors now well enough not to look at you while the King has you in his arms.

He grabs more than he can, he feels graced by the Gods. He wants to suffocate you with his passion, the blood on your skin tainting his hands. The blood gets him so hard, leaving him impatient as he ruts against your clothed pussy, searching for friction.

He sucks on your neck, taking his time to your shoulders, your hands tremble as you move to grab his hair. You keep your eyes closed, each breath you tried to convince yourself this was completely fine.

Loki's eyes glance to the stage for a moment, he takes a look at a character picking the ghostface mask off the floor, and with a shaky breath and, most likely heavy heart, the next thing to be heard was a short scream. The cut of the knife tainted the actors even more, one of them turned to run to a corner and throw up.

Loki pressed his hands against your ears so you wouldn't listen to the vomit, nor the blood splashing out. But you knew.

"Weak bastards," Loki thought, "they'd never survive a war. Weak, fake puritans. Their blood is a noble sacrifice."

Loki kept a hold of your head to his chest so you wouldn't watch the scene, you were still shaking, poor thing, wouldn't be able to take it. Your curiosity was dangerous to you, he had to keep you safer than he assumed necessary, innocent, untainted little thing.

“Princess,” he takes your face between his hands, only leaving a small distance between his lips to yours, practically speaking right into your mouth. You blushed under his loving gaze. “Can I have you?”

Your breath stopped short, you were so dizzy you feared fainting from such intense emotions. Loki was all you wanted, but after this? You were terrified.

“You don't need to accept, I won't even make you watch the show. I fear it'd be too much for your pure heart to take,” he carefully fixes a singular strand of your hair to behind your ear.

“I'm not pure,” you meekly said, your eyes stinging with the weight of the truth. You've never felt dirtier, never felt more like a sinner. If punishments were deserving for those who committed atrocities, you trembled to believe you'd need them all. “I'm not pure, I deserve to suffer.”

“Don't say that,” Loki sternly commands. “Don't say that, not you. If there's a soul in this universe that deserves all the nine realms, it is you.” His words are stern but so soft, you once again feel your lips quiver at the start of another sob. You were way too emotional, everything was way too wrong.

Everything but the sensual way he was touching you.

His fingers kept a gentle caress of your back, down your spine, to reach your hips and buttocks. His breath hitched as he gritted his teeth, attempting patience, waiting for a sign that you soon granted him.

“Please…” You begged, like a poor little mouse under his tricks. He felt oh so blessed, the Norns truly must love him. He practically yanks you panties down, they hang somewhere around your calves as he starts to touch your needy cunt.

He skillfully touches your folds, your pussy clenching from the movements he's making, he slips his fingers inside your cunt to stroke that sensitive spot inside of you, curling his fingers, making you a mess.

“That's it, sweetheart, take your pleasure,” he craved those pleased whiny moans of yours, they were a treasure to his ears, you were clenching around him and lifting yourself a bit up with each thrusting of his fingers. He couldn't control his groans to himself. “Take it from me, it's yours. All yours.”

His palm circles your clit, paying extra attention to the moments you get sensitive, shivering under his hold like his precious toy, heat running down your skin. You shamelessly begin riding his palm. He kept your legs fully open now with his other hand, keeping a strong grip on your skin.

“Let me play, darling. Don't be cruel.” You didn't know if your tears came from pleasure or fear now. Your mind wasn't allowing you to focus on the seriousness of the situation, you didn't want to look at the blood, and the smell of him intoxicated you to the point you ignored the smell of iron around the place.

“Y-yes…” You mindlessly opened your legs further, making him give you the prettiest, most devilish grin your eyes could see.

“I'll treat you so well, you will enjoy being mine, princess. I'll make sure you do.” You don't hold your moaning, unafraid of the possible eyes wandering to your figure. Your nails digged his shoulders, your hips rutted against him unashamed, begging for the friction, for more of his marvelous fingers.

He helps you through your climax as you're gushing over his clothes, you're a trembling mess, coming undone for him, your entire face now very sticky with sweat and tears, the post-orgasmic bliss clouding your mind.

“Do you want to know how the show ends?” You feel goosebumps as he asks that, no, no you don't want to.

He looks down at you, bringing his fingers up as a trail of your cum sticks on the way to his mouth. You're dazed as he licks his fingers clean, keeping eye contact with you, you see a bit of blood sticking in between the act.

You wonder whose blood it is, if this is any hygienic, but you supposed being a God had its perks for these things. Your eyes squeezed tight in shame.

He makes sure to lift your face to make your eyes open again.

“No need to feel embarrassed if you like it.” Your blood boils and the heat you feel increases, how dare he? To assume you'd like being part of something so cruel?

“I don't like it.” You say coldly, not passing any of the burbling rage you feel.

He laughs a bit from your serious expression, you feel mocked. You knit your brows, you didn't know Loki could be this way.

“I love you, princess.” It's like a stab on your heart after the cruelness.

“No, you don't.” He scoops you up his arms, out of a sudden, you yelp as you're lifted, instinctively holding up around his neck.

He moves the throne magically to the center of the theater. Everything looks so hazed and spectacularly planned out.

He places you carefully down the throne, even fixing the skirt of your dress as he leaves you there.

You feel out of place, the characters that are alive have pleading eyes but none have the courage to move and run away. You begin to feel your blood boil for them too, how could they be so weak? How could you?

“My heart.” Loki calls you, you shiver because of the pet-name.

Your tears came back again, and your head now stings drastically from so much crying. If you survived, the headache you'd feel tomorrow will be painful.

Now, your fear was one thing, your anger another, even your cries as you orgasmed were angelical and he craved them like a sick bastard. But your sadness? That stung deep into his heart, ripping it like a carved knife tearing his insides out.

“Please… please don't cry, love. It's okay.” He never thought he'd beg another, he wanted to make everyone else pay. But you? You didn't deserve pain or suffering, and now you're crying because your poor heart is so sad it can't take any more of what he's made you go through.

He'd have to go a long time apologizing, your sadness was starting to cling to his bones.

“My love, look at me.” He holds your hand, kneeling by your side down the throne. Like you're the Queen and he's just a peasant, your servant, a pet.

You don't feel very royal at the moment, you don't really feel in control. If that's what he's planning on doing.

“That's my pretty girl.” As much as you're defiant and trying to keep yourself unattached, you can't help but blush at his words. They seem innocent, they seem honest. “My pretty girl, now the Queen of Asgard. Just as you deserve.” He looks down at your body and licks his lips. He'd feed you all the compliments in the world just because you deserve them.

His hands slide to your thighs and squish them under his hands. He leaves out an animalistic moan, looking up at you with so much desire clinging to his pupils.

“I've been waiting for this part the whole night.” You feel off at that, but he holds you as he hovers over your figure on the throne, quickly scrambling to get rid of his pants. Your panties have been discarded a long time ago, so the wetness is now ruining the fancy marble of the throne, your cheeks warm up at the realization.

He's pinning you against the throne with his weight, his back to the audience, covering you.

He sheaths himself inside of you, he goes in more easily than you imagined, making your eyes round as you feel him throbbing inside you, desperate to move.

He pulls out a bit and thrusts back into you at once. He has an insufferable smile covering his face, and his eyes closed in pleasure, appreciating the warmth of your cunt squeezing him in, welcoming his cock like you're made for him.

“Oh princess, I envied all the souls that had the pleasure of being near you.” He grabs your chin roughly forcing you to look into his eyes, your own eyes moist as you feel so inferior to him. “But what can they do now? What would they do now that I have you? I have you. I have you.” You pant as he bucks so deep into you, you can feel it hitting impossibly deep to the hilt.

“Y-you don't.”

“Oh?” He taunts. “Is that so, my heart? What does it look like to you?” He keeps his punishing pace into you, hands pressing down your womb where you can both feel the bump of his manhood shoving into you, balls repeatedly hitting your ass with every frantic thrusting. His sweat hitting your skin as he fucked you like a beast. “Because to me,” another harsh thrust, you moan and crave your nails on the skin of his back, legs wrapping around his waist. “It seems like I've won.”

Your eyes roll up your skull as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot, he was craving the sensation of your exploding orgasm, he craved to feel your cunt straining his cock as you milk his cock. His hand moves lower as his thrusts become more powerful, he rubs your clit. He hears your panting and moans into your ear like your sounds are a victory of its own.

You cling to him as his hips work you until your head falls backwards, the lights all on you as you spasm around him and his massive form still holding you for dear life. Loki finished with a bite down onto your neck, right next to your lifeline, biting a bruise as you felt him spilling into you.

You cling to him as you cease your rocking hips, he holds your tired legs down as he keeps himself rested inside you, calming down his breathing as your forehead touches his.

You look down and see the earlier blood smeared across your skin, you gulp, he feels your cunt clench from the sight and he gives a satisfied smile.

He coos you into his arms, embracing your form.

“I have you, princess.” He pulls out carefully and you hiss from oversensitivity. A long string of his cum coming out of you, you watch it with fascination as it runs down your thighs, moving a bit so it doesn't ruin the pristine throne. “I have you, my star.”

He conjures a knife again, and hands it to you. You watch it dazedly, the bliss really making you more fuzzy.

“Dearest,” he sweetly calls you, he's been doing that a lot, you notice. “The star needs to finish the show. The true leader. The one they're obsessed with, the true Star.”

You're limp as you take the news, you move the knife on your hands with a detached curiosity, it's clean now but you wonder for how long it's been used, and for what kind of things.

“I can't kill anyone.” You weakly say, afraid you'll disappoint, his eyes are wide but he still nods. He's quick to show you he's not disappointed.

He pats your hair and nuzzles your cheek with his face, getting your lips close to him so he can give you multiple and multiple kisses all over your face. You feel his affection like a healing balm in itself, you bathe yourself in it.

“It's okay, it doesn't need to be you.” He affirms, still passing his hands across your hair, and skin. He glanced at another actor, you hid your face again into his chest as you anticipate the cruel fate that'll obviously occur no matter what.

And it did, you heard another splash, someone else needed to die. You're shaking and your sobbing is louder than you wanted, Loki keeps you scooped onto him. He begins rocking you back and forth gently as a means to calm you down, cherishing you, babying you.

“The Star agrees for it to be the end, I presume?” He asks and you nod repeatedly. You just want it to end.

“Please… please, no more.” You beg weakly, he cradles you and coos some more, keeping you safely tucked in his arms, he starts to move around to stand up with you still clinging onto him like a koala.

“This will be all.” He gives a satisfied smile to the crowd of actors, the ones that survived shaking, trembling. Still meekly downing their heads as all actors do when a play's over. They rush to the exits, and Loki allows them.

“Shh, now.” He still asks of you as your cries are unstopping. “Please, love, it's over.”

“What will happen now?”

“I've told you, I'm the King. Nothing will happen, this play lasted for generations, it's the first opportunity I've had of making it my own. Centuries before you even dreamed to exist, but they don't dare to defy the King.” He patiently passes his hand up and down your back, holding you more to him. “We're safe. I told you. We're all safe.”

You guessed he wasn't going to refer to the dead people around you, or the ones that died in the way.

He takes a trembling you with him somewhere else, you don't know where you're going, but you don't have the bravery to peek out and see. You're still afraid to be the next.

You feel even more perverted everytime you think about death and feel his sticky cum running down your thighs, you feel even more perverted as you don't regret it.

“I'll take you to our chambers.” He says, as if it's nothing.

“Our chambers? Mine is…” He interrupts you. You check around and notice you're inside the cold castle, nobody's in sight but you and Loki.

“No…not yours, our chamber.” He recalls you. You shake your head clinging to his chest again, leaving out another sob.

“I'm sorry,” he continues, frowning now. “Do you hate me?” His voice trembles as he asks, your fists curled around his muscular chest as your mind fights to hate him, but you fear you don't. You don't want to tell him that you don't hate him. “This was more traumatic to you than I assumed it would be.”

Your eyes open as you try to look anywhere but his face, and as you peek at the floor, you see the shiny, bloody ghost face mask left on the floor. As if it's nothing now, as if nothing happened.

It gives you the chills.

“I-I, I've never had to–” You sob loudly. “Never thought I'd need to see- see people being murdered.” Your stinging eyes now struggled to keep open, you fought to breathe and to speak. He tries to calm you down and rubs over your clothed skin some more.

“My love, my heart, it's over now.”

Is it? Is it over? Was it all a huge nightmare? Your eyes squeeze shut as you wish for it to be all a giant, mean trick. But as you opened them, everything was real, and the blood, the cum, the memories, still very much present speckled across your impure skin.

“It's over.” He places you ever so gently down his giant bed, it felt heavenly, the pillows were so soft and the mattress smelled like paradise. It felt so heavenly you sighed out in relief, your bones received the touch against the bed like a treat. “It's been enough for this year, but we'll need to treasure the future performances.”

Your heart froze, of course. There were additionals.

“You don't need to worry about that now, my heart.” He pleads again, kissing you, you accept, and then pressing a gentle peck to your forehead. “For now, I'll let you relax. I'll prepare a bath for us, and I'll let you rest your divine mind into dreamland. Does this sound suitable?” He asks with a kind smile, smoothing his fingers over your wrists.

You clear your throat to say.

“Yes.”

“Perfect, my heart. As I have you, I'll take care of you. I've planned to have you as my Queen for a long time. I won't let it go to waste, I promise I'll take care of you.” He scoops you up to him again, he seemed to enjoy treating you like a princess a lot. Cradling his face next to yours. “One day you'll forgive me. But for now, for now, let me make you learn how to love me.”

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[michelleleewise]

Forget Me Not

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: angst, mind manipulation, mentions of memory loss, mentions of injury, anger, depression, sadness, crying, dehydration, exhaustion, all the angst, no happy ending to be seen.........yet

Summary: Loki talks Wanda into helping with his memory, while you try to hold yourself together.

Part three--Part Four-

"Wanda, please. I am begging you, I need to know." Loki said, following wanda down the hall, Thor in tow. "I don't know, what if I make it worse?" She asked turning to him. "I'm not sure how it could be worse." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Fine, but of something happens.." She started "You will not be to blame, this is on me." Loki said as Thor nodded. "Alright. Come on, the sooner the better." She said heading to her room.

Thor sat on the couch as Loki sat in a chair wanda brought out. She stood behind him as she raised her hands to his temples "for the record Loki, I hope this works. You two were great together." She said as her hands glowed red. "Are you ready?" She asked. "Yes, I'm ready." Loki said closing his eyes. "Ok here goes nothing." She said as her fingers touched his temples.

He gasped, gripping the sides of the chair as flashes of the last year flooded his mind. "Do you want me to stop?" He heard "no, I'm fine. Keep going." He said through gritted teeth.

"Hi, im y/n. It's nice to meet you." She said smiling. "Loki of Asgard and Jotunhiem." He said shaking her hand.

"Loki, come look at this." You said as he came in the kitchen. As he leaned down you smeared the pie in his face, laughing. "You will pay for that dear." He said wiping his face, smiling, as you squealed and ran away as he grabbed you from behind, rubbing his face on yours "I just want to share darling." You both laughed as he held you to him.

"Darling, can I ask you something?" He asked looking at you "Sure, what's up Mischief?" You asked sitting up. "Would you allow me to take you out?" He asked fidgeting with his hands. You looked around before looking back at him. "Me?" You asked "Well yes, of course you." He smiled. "Umm. Yeah, I'd love to." You smiled.

Evey memory He ever made with you flashed through his mind, he felt tears streaming down his face as each one passed "Loki?" He heard Thor "im fine." Until the last memory came, the day of the mission.

"Darling, how would you feel about moving in together?" He asked holding your hand, cuddled on the couch. "Loki, I would love nothing more." You smiled as he leaned over gently kissing you. "I hope to one day be worthy enough to make you my wife." He smiled as you cupped his cheek "You have always been worthy Loki." You smiled back.

He looked across the field, seeing Thor's hammer whiz past your head as he ran towards you. "LOKI, STOP!!" He heard you yell, and then.....

Wanda pulled her hands away as he gasped, panting heavily as his fingers gripped the sides of the chair. "Brother? Are you alright?" Thor asked walking over. "I saw it, all of it, her." He panted, tears streaming down his face. "Do you still have the memories after the accident?" Thor asked as Loki looked down "Yes, I do." He whispered, more tears falling. "How could I do that Thor? How could I be with anyone but her?" Loki sobbed. "You did not remember, it was not your fault." Thor tried to reassure him. "I betrayed her Thor! I love her and I....with Melissa, i...." he tried, putting his head in his hands.

"Rigjt now, we must focus on finding her. I worry about about how she's doing." Thor said as Loki tried to compose himself. "What if....after what I did, she won't want to come back?" Loki asked looking at him. "We must try Loki, if nothing then to make sure she's safe." Loki nodded as he stood. "Thank you Wanda, i...what is the saying....owe you one." He said looking at her. "Im glad I could help, now bring y/n home and we're even." She smiled as Loki nodded.

You slowly opened your eyes, seeing the stars "did I sleep all day?" You said to yourself, slowly sitting up. You hadn't remembered dreaming, your mind a void. You remembered seeing Loki but then he was gone. You shook your head, as you slowly made it to your knees, looking out over the dark ocean. "I better head back." You said to yourself, slowly making it to your feet. You drug yourself back to your little house, going in seeing everything as it was when you left.

You sighed, grabbing some water and downing it before looking for something to eat. You didn't feel like building a fire so you just grabbed some bread and peanut butter you had gotten from the village last week. You sat at the small table, instinctively twirling the necklace you had on, a silver snake wrapped around a green gem.

"I want you to have this darling. In case anything happens, I'll always be able to find you." Loki said clasping the necklace on you. "But how?" You had asked looking at it. "I have placed a small amount of my Siedr into it, so what I carry in me can reach out to it and tell me where you are." He smiled running his finged over the chain.

You had hoped many times that it would glow, or give you some sign Loki was looking for you, but it never came, he never came. You wanted to be angry, but you couldn't. All that was left was sadness and acceptance. You knew Loki was ok, and that's what mattered. He had Thor, and the other avengers. He had.....her. it didn't matter what happened to you, as long as he was happy and ok.

You had always wanted the best for him, and deep down you hoped that's what she was doing, even though it felt like a stab in the heart. Had he seen the letter? Did anyone even tell him about it? Had Melissa found it and thrown it out? You couldn't blame her if she did.

You finished your sandwich, still feeling groggy you decided to lay down again, hoping you would feel better tomorrow. You climbed in bed, pulling the blankets up to you chin as you closed your eyes, hoping no dreams would come to you. As you drifted off, tugging the blankets closer to you, you missed the dim green glow emitting from your necklace.....

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Record of Ragnarok Loki x Either Female or gn reader an Nfsw where the reader made Loki jealous, and in turn, he punishes them by using his Hook chains as restraints the rest can be made up by you ^^

Hi! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Fem reader, choking, smacking, orgasm denial, being restrained, biting, mentions of blood, mentions of flirting w/Thor, degradation (Whore, Slut etc) etc.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,790

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Loki’s cold finger ran along the curvature of your under boob.

And aside from your heaved breath’s, everything was silent in the gods room.

“L-Loki..”

The god in question watched as you struggled to move your wrists from the restraints he used- his very own weapon. And the shit eating grin on his face had only spread. The chains of his weapon were cold as ice against your flesh, and they left marks indented into your soft skin.

“What's with that look?”

He asked, in a teasing tone of voice. As he spoke, his voice grew sadistic and sing-songy, lowering in pitch as Loki had almost pouted in a twisted sense.

“Did you really think I’d just let you walk away punishment free after that stunt you pulled? If so, you're incredibly naive and dare I say.. Stupid.”

He laughed in your face, fingers gliding down your skin and trailing down your navel to the place you wanted him most, though all he did was skim over your clothed cunt. Watching you push your hips up, Loki’s eyes narrowed sadistically, and just like that he pulled away all over again, tsking in disappointment. His hand came down quickly, smacking your leg hard enough to leave a handprint. Loki relished the sound of your yelp.

"Ah ah, I hope we aren't getting impatient now~ After all,"

He leaned in, showing a psychotic grin that had revealed his canines. His hand wrapped around your throat, dainty fingers squeezing just enough to abruptly cut off your air supply.

"This is your punishment. You won't be speaking to my cousin like that again, and I'll make sure of it."

Loki had only released his grip around your throat when your face was turning red and you'd began to struggle under him, watching with a hum as you gulped in oxygen. His eyes slid down your body, analyzing the curves and swells of your body with darkened purple eyes.

"Now, what should I do first.. Mm.."

His fingers danced over your bra, fingers wrapping around the fabric and in one swift movement he'd torn it from your body, ruining the piece of cloth.

"Hey! That was expensive-"

You yelled, cold air rushing to your exposed breasts, causing you to shiver.

"Shut up, I didn't permit you to speak to me. I am your god. You will respect me or pay the price my love."

Loki's fingers slid over a perky nipple, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger. He rolled and tugged on it, looking bored while doing so as well. The whimper that left you at the feeling had his eyebrows raising in sight interest, before he leaned down, tongue morphing to tease the other nipple.

Upon seeing your squirms, Loki became more interested- he wanted to see you wiggle even more. Leaning down he dulled took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. Once having his fill, he continued down, leaving wet hickies down the middle of your stomach, and trailing them to your pantie line.

He skipped over your aching core entirely, grabbing one of your legs to leave bites and more hickies in his wake. As you got more impatient, he continued to mark up both of your thighs, the taste of metallic tickling the tip of his tongue making him hum.

Finally, the tips of his cold fingers slid up and down your clothes slit, smearing the wet spot across your panties and making it bigger.

"So messy for me.. Poor thing, I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?"

"L-Loki please-"

"Mm.. Let's see, what should I do first.. Fuck you, taste you, or edge you.."

His finger slid into the hem of your panties, pulling the fabric out before letting it go, watching with a sadistic glint as it slapped against your skin, making your body jerk in surprise. Though, should you truly be surprised?

A soft moan was pulled from your lips when his thumb rolled over your clothed clit so nicely, he watched your thighs tense as you stopped yourself from bucking into his touch.

"Good girl..~ That's right, don't even move a muscle. Take your punishment like a good little whore mk? If you move I'll have to punish you again~.. Not that I mind."

Your eyes squeezed shut, as he continued to roll his fingers against your clit, applying a bit of pressure before simply getting bored and stripping you of your panties completely. The soiled material was thrown over his shoulder without a care in the world. His fingers glided through your heat without a care in the world, spreading around your slick.

"Woow so messy for me."

Loki pressed a finger inside of you, wiggling it around and feeling your walls twitch around it in greeting. Slowly, he added another, beginning to pump them in and out at a fast pace. Your soft moan brought his attention back to you, in which he'd scissored his fingers, watching in amusement as your face contorted into pleasure.

"If only you could see how well you're taking my fingers for me, pretty little whore."

Loki cooed, wiggling around his fingers to try and find that gushy spot inside of you. As your moans grew, he noticed you were getting closer by the way your cunt fluttered and tightened around his fingers, and just when you were about to hit your peak he'd built up so nicely for you, he stopped.

He watched your eyes snap open in surprise as the knot in your belly disappeared, and you looked at him with eyes full of foggy confusion that he'd laughed at. You watched as he pulled out his fingers and wrapped his lips around them instead, sucking off your essence.

"You didn't really think I'd just let you cum that easily did you? Haha, that look on your face is fucking pathetic. This is your punishment sweet girl, not a reward."

"But I've done everything you've said-"

"Ah ah.. That doesn't matter. You still flirted with my cousin right in front of me. If you wanted to get a rise out of me that badly you could've just asked."

His fingers slid out from his mouth and trailed over one of your perked up nipples again, before flicking it without a care in the world.

"Besides, if I want I could edge you all night long. This is your punishment, remember? Who says you're allowed to enjoy it?"

He laughed, before leaning down and licking a stripes up your cunt. Your body immediately tensed, bucking up into him and still once he'd smacked your thigh again. Slowly, Loki got back to work, this time with his tongue.

He rolled and flicked his tongue against your clit, alternating between giving attention to your puffy bundle of nerves to exploring the depths of you. He was sloppy too, not minding the spit and drool that dripped from his lips or the way your juices smeared against his nose.

And Loki built you back up to your orgasm, until you were squirming and moaning under him, hands struggling to free yourself from the chains of his weapon he'd tied around your wrist.

"L-Loki fuck-"

And once again, he pulled away, leaving you frustrated as you squirmed around, attempting to get at least a small bit of friction. Loki pushed your hips down, holding them against the bed.

"Oh you poor thing, look at how frustrated you are..~"

He said, softly, eyes narrowing in malice and his voice changing pitch suddenly.

"Just like how frustrated I was when you fitted with Thor to get my attention. You're such a whore aren't you? Needing to flirt with my arrogant cousin just to gain an inkling of my attention."

"I'm sorry it won't happen again, just let me cum!"

You yelled in slight frustration, making Loki hum in thought.

"Fine, fine. I suppose I can be lenient. Just this once. Though if you ever pull a stunt like this again.."

His hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing it so hard it may just leave a bruise tomorrow. You choked out a wheeze, toes curling slightly.

"You'll be begging for mercy that will never come."

Loki said, glaring at you, before letting go. He freed his cock from their confinements, sighing in relief as the cold air hit his leaking tip- making it twitch. The god smeared the pre-cum around with his thumb spitting on his palm and giving himself a few strokes to lube up before positioning himself at your entrance. And in one fluid motion, he pushed into you.

Your whiny moan and his sigh mixed together at the same time, and your walls squeezed around him so very tightly as if already trying to milk him of everything he was worth. He didn't give you more than a moment to adjust before pulling out slightly and thrusting back into you.

The motions continued, soft moans and garbled whimpers filling the air from you as your chest heaved, hips rocking up against his. Loki cooed, leaning down to pepper soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, before biting down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

"Don't worry, I'll make the pain go away."

His promise muffled into your neck, as his hips snapped against yours. He sped up his pace, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing around him so excellently so. His groans weren't heard all too much, muffled by the sounds of your pleased cries of pleasure.

Once again, for a third time you felt the knot building up in your stomach, and began to wiggle under him.

"M-M'cummin-"

Your babble was muffled by his shoulder you'd hid your face into, hips rolling up against his. Loki hummed, speeding up his pace and soon enough bliss rolled over your body as you came, toes curling and back arching off the bed. He watched you come undone under him- it fuelled his pride.

He twitched inside you before seizing up, emptying his load into your cunt with a moan of his own. Slowly, he'd slowed his pace to a stop and pulled out, falling on the bed next to you. He didn't seem tired, but you certainly were.

"Awe, gonna fall asleep already?"

He cooed, brushing some hair out of your face and watching your eyes fall closed. You nodded slightly, moving towards him a bit more as he reached over, freeing your wrists from his weapon and pulling you close.

"Goodnight, [Name.]"

#x reader #fem!reader #record of ragnarok #ror smut #loki smut #ror loki #record of ragnarok loki

[recreationalfanfics]

Hello!♡

First of all~ I love how you write!💕 You're absolutely talented.✨️ I'm also so in love with your yandere!Loki~ Could you maybe see yourself writing a sequel to this or any other yandere headcanons about Loki in general?

Have a lovely day!♡

OKAY, SO I DEF WANT TO WRITE A SEQUEL I JUST HAVEN'T HAD AN IDEA BUT I'D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO WRITE ABOUT MY YANDERE LOKI! Just to let you know; I'm not gonna go in too heavy with the punishment stuff just bc I'm not good at writing that yet, lol.

Yandere! Loki Headcanons:

- At first, he's basically like regular Loki except for the fact he isn't afraid to let you know that he's highkey obsessed with you.

- In general, he is a bipolar Yandere.

- He loves you so tenderly and gets filled with these new sickly sweet thoughts of romance that didn't interest him before but now that YOU are in the picture, it makes his heart leap.

- Sometimes he hates you and gives you the cold shoulder, avoiding you and getting frustrated at the mere mention of your name because HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM FEEL SO WEAK AND VULNERABLE!? THAT'S NOT FAIR. AND YOU HAVE THE A U D A C I T Y TO NOT BE AS OBSESSED WITH HIM AS HE IS WITH YOU? outrageous!

- Other times he's a mix of the two, where he just gives you the cold shoulder and expects you to approach him and when you leave him alone then he gets more annoyed because THAT'S NOT WHAT HE WANTED YOU TO DO.

- Then there are times where he's completely stoic faced and just...watches you. Even when you can't see him, you can feel his eyes burning into him. When you aren't around, he's still quiet and looks distant yet focused on something, nothing can catch his attention for too long and even Thor and Odin are off put by his behavior because, well, he's never like this.

- He'll only react to your name or voice, but if he sees you aren't there or you're talking to someone who isn't him then he gets bitter and goes into his more sour moods. If you are there or you are talking to him directly, then he'll be over the moon and float over to you right away!

- Touchy guy, honestly. It doesn't matter whether you're a God or Human, he doesn't see you as either, he only sees you as his. Something that belongs to him. So he won't, like, full on grope you but he will pull you into hugs, put his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder, or playing with your hair no matter what length it is and other things like that.

- Sometimes he might touch you more intimately, such as putting a hand on your thigh, cupping your face in his hands, and overall just testing to see how far you'll allow him to go before you get upset and move away from him. Again, he mostly just thinks its funny to make you a little uncomfortable at times.

- You honestly don't know if its lust, love, or hatred that he feels for you and it genuinely gives you a headache just thinking about it.

- Easily possessive and jealous as a Yandere as well. For example, if you were ranting to him about Poseidon being a dick then he'll frown and grab your face and make you look at him and say: "You're talking about him too much, I don't like it." before letting you go, so you just awkwardly change the subject to something else that might keep his interest or maybe make him the topic and he's back to being his jovial and playful self.

- With that being said, if you have someone else you're romantically interested in, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF AS BEST AS YOU CAN. SHOVE THOSE FEELINGS DEEP INSIDE YOU AND LET THEM DIE. Because once Loki finds out, he's outraged.

- If they're human, he will kill them, Ragnarok be damned. If they're a God and they're more stronger than him, he knows he won't be able to kill them but he'll pester them and use his shape-shifting abilities to change into you and make sure they never want to be near you again. He doesn't feel bad when you cry, after all, YOU'RE the one who should apologize for hurting HIM.

- Loki himself also doesn't realize how deep his feelings for you go, he can't process them and it confuses him and frustrates him and excites him all the same.

- He originally thought you were just a passing obsession, that someday he'd get bored of you just like everything else and then leave you alone. But that day never came and it looks like it won't ever happen each day he wakes up and thinks of you as his very first thought.

- Your love, your hatred, your sadness, your happiness. He's a greedy God who wants all of it, all of you. Truly, if you have him obsessed with you, then you just have the worst luck in the universe.

#THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING HIM #HE LITERALLY LIVES RENT FREE IN MY HEAD SO I'M HAPPY I GOT TO LIKE #SPEW MY BRAINROT FOR HIM. #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror loki #ror loki x reader #snv loki #yandere loki ror #yandere loki snv #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere #HE GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN. #HE'S JUST A LIL FUCKED UP GUY YK???

[gyarucoded]

quick loki preview bc i have fallen down the rabbit hole since i have nothing else new to watch

the way loki used his magic was such a serve omg

i'm still in love with b-15 ♡

i appreciate the subtle humor, the jokes in other new mcu contents (minus the guardians of the galaxy) annoy me but here it's well balanced yet funny👍

when brad said "playing dress up" to loki idk what he fully meant but my mind wandered to teen loki switching fem presenting & borrowing [stealing] frigga's clothing to try them on for funsies n shit (i used to do that w my mom's wedding clothes as a child 2 lol)

when brad was messing w/ loki he had the opportunity to do the most suicidal thing ever and add sth like "who isn't even your real mother" after bringing up frigga (bro would have gotten ANNIHILATED Ijbol)

the slap was so funny & satisfying at the same time. i didn't saw it coming but i love this side of mobius

this ep's genuinely the most TERRIFYING loki has been in the mcu. in the chase scene and both of the interrogation. i absolutely support it idgaf !! he was more intimidating then he was in the first avengers movie which says a loooot

when loki mentioned the new york incident that was either lazy writing or babe got brain damage cuz i am pretty sure when he was mad at thor & odin that was in new mexico?? when he sent that metallic shit down or wtvt💀 to prevent thor from returning. but i forgive only because he mentioned tony lmfao

i love seeing sylvie finally being content. even if it was thru fuckass mcdonalds. i hope she won't be reduced to the "weird love interest" cuz her chara has potential and you can tell she's tired of this bs as well...

another episode of sylki being forced, toxic, keep disagreeing with & avoiding each other with rather tense chemistry instead of a romantic one they supposedly meant to have & being one sided as hell. their "romance" makes zero sense in this series' context & i could go off for longer regarding this topic but i'll save it for a seeperate post, later!

o.b & casey are so wholesome

bro i'm starting to ship lokius i think? (not in a fetishzing way i just like their dynamics and they just both happen to be dudes/male presenting) cuz i am sensing romantic & soulmate-ish undertones. sad that disney is a coward to make it canon...

overall i loved the 70s-90s vibes they seem to be going for. this show deffo has the best aesthetics we've seen in marvel phase 5 so far and i can't wait to see what's coming next.

#i said this will be quick but ig i was wrong #girlblogger #movie critic #mcu #disney+ #loki series #loki season 2 #loki s2ep2 #loki #mobius m mobius #sylvie #b 15 #casey loki #casey #brad wolfie #x 5 #o.b. #ouroboros #casey x ouroboros #lokius #anti sylki #tony stark #avengers (2012) #marvel phase 5

[vbecker10]

The Blind Date? (Part 3 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: fighting, arguing, threatening language, brief use of a gun, mentions of dried blood, getting kidnapped... twice?, hangry, mild swearing... no fluff yet but I swear it is coming in the fourth part and it will be worth it

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Your date comes to an abrupt end when you realize Loki isn't the one Michelle meant to set you up with and his mission puts you both in danger.

@michelleleewise thank you so so so much for reading every single part of this in random pieces and completely out of order over the last few days lol I really appreciate all of your help and letting me bounce ideas off of you!!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"What... what do you mean 'who's Michelle?' You definitely know her. She has purple hair and works with you at SHIELD," you explain and he shrugs. "She's the one who set us up tonight... You talked to her the other day and she said you were looking forward to going on a blind date with me?"

He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, "No offense to you, of course but I would never agree to go on a blind date. Thor has tried many times to set me up, here and on Asgard but I have never needed anyone's assistance acquiring a date."

"You're literally on a blind date right now," you say, gesturing between the two of you.

"I am not-" he starts but his words die out and his expression suddenly changes, as if he's remembered something.

"Look, if you've changed your mind about this that's fine, Loki. I can just leave," you say loudly. Your outburst draws the attention of the people at the next table and you notice how Loki seems worried they are listening. You groan in frustration then snap at him, "And next time you're on a date with someone, try not to spend the whole night looking over at the beautiful women at the next table."

"Please, keep your voice down," he says in a hushed tone. "Come outside with me and we can talk. I will explain but you need to calm down," he urges as he stands up and tries to take your hand.

"I am calm and I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going home," you tell him, you stand up as well and pull your hand free from his.

You look just beyond Loki and see the men and women at the table nearest you leaving quickly. The older man is left alone at the table but only for a moment as he waves over three men who had been standing in various corners of the restaurant. He whispers something to the large men and points towards you and Loki.

"Great," you mumble at Loki, "Now we're going to get banned from here and I didn't even get to eat dinner."

"We will be lucky if that is all that happens," he says quietly.

"What are you talking about?" you demand but he doesn't answer. He turns slightly and takes something out of his pocket, placing it in his ear. "What the hell-"

"Be quiet," he says to you in a harsh tone. The three men approach your table and the older man disappears into the kitchen. Loki faces the men, putting himself between you and them and smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry for the disturbance," he offers, "My girlfriend and I were having a bit of a lovers quarrel but it's been settled and we were just leaving." He takes your hand and this time you don't pull away as he tries to guide you from the table.

"We have a private room in the back where you and your lady can sort out your... issues," one of the men says in a gravely voice.

"That won't be necessary," he replies and you squeeze his hand tightly. "She was right and I was wrong, which is usually the case as I'm sure you all know."

One of the men grabs your wrist and tries to pull you from Loki, "I'm going to have to insist you join us in the back room, Loki."

Your heart begins to pound faster as you look to the God of Mischief for help but instead he calmly asks, "Loki? Why on Earth would you call me that?"

"That's what she keeps calling you, isn't it?" the man who is holding your arm answers.

"Oh, that's just a pet name she has for me, I will admit it's a bit odd. I would tell you the story of why but... well it's very long and not entirely appropriate," he says with a wink.

"Is that true?" the man asks you and you nod quickly. "In that case, I think you should tell us the story behind the nickname. We're all curious, aren't we?" he says as he looks at the other two men. "Come now," he pulls on your arm again, "You can tell us everything in the back." As he starts to move you towards the kitchen, his jacket opens slightly and you catch a glimpse of a gun in a holster at his side.

"Loki?" you ask in a terrified whisper.

Loki's attention shifts from the three men to you and suddenly his appearance changes. Standing in front of you is a man you vaguely remember seeing by the bar earlier. "What the fuck-" one of the men can barely ask before his appearance shifts again and the waiter who spilled the water is holding your hand. Just as quickly, he becomes Loki again and the man holding you reaches into his jacket with his free hand.

"There's no need for that," Loki says calmly. He looks over at you and says, "We will go with you," and you nod slightly, not knowing what else to do. The other two men each grab one of his arms and you are both pushed towards the kitchen.

"Stay calm," Loki whispers to you as they open the doors to the kitchen, but that was easier said than done.

(LOKI POV)

"You've got to be kidding me, Laufeyson," Stark says loudly in your ear. "You're going to get this woman killed. You need to get the hell out of there now, before this gets any worse... if that's even possible."

"And remember, you can't just kill everyone," Rogers adds and you force yourself not to roll your eyes. "That place is full of innocent civilians and we still need to keep as much of the recon mission intact as possible or this will all have been for nothing."

The cooks and waiters in the kitchen expertly avoid eye contact with you and Y/N as you are lead through the room towards the metal doors. "These two were planning to dine and dash so we're taking them to see the boss," one of the men explains but no one acknowledges him. You imagine this isn't the first time the employees have witnessed people being dragged into the back rooms. You briefly wonder if any of those people had been able to talk their way out of leaving through the front door.

You can tell Y/N is scared and confused but you force down the growing feeling of guilt, you need to keep a level head to get the two of you out of this. You don't resist as the two enforcers push you through the metal door on the left, into the halfway you were in earlier. "This way," the man holding onto Y/N's arm grunts as he pulls her down the hall.

You hear Rogers say, "This isn't good." You grind your teeth to keep from asking if anything about your current situation was good.

He stops to unlock the door on the other side of the hall from the office. You remember seeing it on the floor plan and it was a room you had no desire to go into. Y/N tries to struggle as she is dragged into the room first and you are brought in only a few steps behind. The room is empty except for four large meat hooks which hang from the ceiling. Tattered rope hangs on the end of one of the hooks from the last individual who offended the mob. Trails of dried blood have seeped into the concrete, leading to a rusted metal drain in the center of the floor.

"If you're going to do something, I suggest doing it now, Laufeyson," Stark urges and for once you agree with him.

With the door still open, you easily pull your arms free from the two enforcers who had been holding you. Before they can react, you wave your arm towards both of them, slamming them into the blood stained tile wall with a green flash. They hit the floor hard, one unconscious and one groaning in pain as he tries to stand up. Without waiting for him to get to his feet, you wave your hand downwards and with another green flash his head hits the ground with a thud.

You turn your attention to Y/N and the man holding her, walking slowly towards them. He tightens his grip on her arm and pulls her in front of him as a shield. He takes out his gun and points it at you over her shoulder, his hand shaking. With a flick of your wrist, you let out a green flash which pulls the gun from his hand, sending it sliding across the floor.

"Let go of her," you order him and to your surprise, he does.

He quickly releases Y/N and steps to the side of her, his arms raised slightly in surrender as he backs away from you. Not willing to risk being followed, you wave your arm wide and he hits the tile wall hard, shattering a few.

You reach for Y/N and ask her, "Are you alright?"

She looks at you in stunned silence for a moment than suddenly, she raises both hands to your chest and tries to shove you but you don't move. She yells, "No! No, I am not alright! What the hell is going on?"

You take a lose hold of her wrists and lower her hands gently. "I told you, I will explain but we need to leave," you tell her. She looks towards the open door and then back at the three unconscious men. "Unless you would like to stay and see how long it takes them to wake up," you say when she doesn't move.

"Ready to go when you are," she responds and you nod.

You take her hand, keeping her close to you as you leave the room. You wave your free hand towards the door to the office and a green glow surrounds it momentarily. She looks at you questioningly and you answer, "Just making sure it's locked."

"Here, this door leads to a back alley," you tell her as you use your magic to disable the alarm attached to it. "Captain Rogers will meet us a few blocks away and bring us back to the Tower," you say once you are finally outside.

"I'm going to need that," you hear from the front seat and look up before you can even unlock your phone.

(Y/N POV)

Three blocks away from the restaurant, you and Loki finally slow down just as a black van pulls up next to you. The side door slides open and Loki tells you to get in. You do without question and he follows you, pulling the door shut as the van takes off. You take a few slow, deep breaths and sit back in your seat as the van makes a turn.

"Can you drop me off at the subway station coming up?" you ask and Captain Rogers turns around from the front passenger seat.

"Sorry Y/N," he says. "That won't be possible."

"What- how do you know my name?" you ask and Loki turns from you, looking out the window.

"We were listening," Tony Stark answers through a speaker in the front of the van.

"Why would you do that?" you ask.

"Loki was on his first solo mission," Captain Rogers explains.

"First solo mission..." you repeat. "Wait, I was part of some stupid mission?"

"Yes and believe me, none of us are happy about it," he answers. He turns to Loki who is still looking out the window. "Everything that happened tonight is going in my report. I think we're going to have to extend your probation."

"You're on probation?" you ask him loudly and he nods but doesn't speak. "Wait... but why can't you take me to the subway?" you ask as the agent driving passes the station entrance.

"You need to come back to the Tower and be debriefed," Tony says.

"Debriefed? But I don't know anything about what just happened and to be honest I don't really want to know. I want to go home, eat something with chocolate in it and go to sleep," you tell them honestly.

"I'm sorry, it's too late," Captain Rogers says.

You sit back in your seat again then take your phone out. You need to text Jess and Michelle, you have to tell them what happened and that you are on your way to the Tower. Maybe they would be able to meet you there and help you sort out what was going on.

"What?" you ask Captain Rogers.

He holds out his hand, "I need your phone."

"You can't be serious?" you ask, looking at Loki for help but he just stares out the window in silence.

"I'm sorry but its protocol," he shrugs.

"This is bullshit," you mumble as you hand him your phone then cross you arms and sit back in your seat.

Through the speaker in the front of the van, Tony says, "Language."

(Y/N POV)

You follow Agent Hill silently down the long hallway, there are five tall doors on either side with an agent posted outside each one. You try not to look as intimidated as you feel when she opens the third door, leading you into a small room. Your stomach drops and you immediately recognize this space, anyone who had ever watched a law enforcement show would know this was an interrogation room. There is a rectangular steel table in the middle with an uncomfortable looking chair on each of the long sides. The light gray walls are completely bare and there are no windows, unless you were to count the mirror on the wall opposite the door. You have no doubt the large framed mirror is a one-way window, an idea which makes you feel more than a little paranoid.

"No, there's been a mistake," you say to her, turning to leave. "Isn't there somewhere else I can wait to talk to-" the agent on guard at the door easily moves to block you from leaving.

"Someone will be in to talk to you in a few minutes," Agent Hill replies calmly and motions for the agent to return to his post. "Try to make yourself comfortable," she says and when you turn towards the harsh metal chairs she leaves the room.

You look quickly back at the door when you hear it slam closed, unable to move from shock you stand motionless in the middle of the room. After a few moments, you realize she was being serious about making yourself comfortable although you have no idea how you are supposed to do that. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you decide sitting still would probably make you even more anxious than you already are. You walk to the edge of the room and wander slowly around the space, the steady clicking of your increasingly painful heels is the only sound other than a steady flow of air from the vent over the door. After the tenth lap you begin to grow impatient and walk over to the mirrored window.

You knock on the glass and wait a few seconds before asking, "Is someone in there?" You aren't surprised when there isn't a response but you try again anyway. Knocking slightly harder the second time you ask, "Can I talk to Captain Rogers or... anyone?"

You pause as you realize you not only weren't told who you are supposed to be debriefed by but also why you would need to be. You only knew two things about the mission he was apparently on. The first being, the old man who owned the restaurant was clearly into something bad enough that the Avengers had taken notice of him and the second was that Loki had for some reason been required to pretend he was interested in you.

You decide to attempt to speak to someone one more time and knock on the window again. "I really want to go home. I swear I don't know anything, can't you just let me leave?" you ask but the only answer is silence.

You turn from the window and begin to pace around the room again, unable to stop looking at your watch every time you complete a lap. Fifteen minutes later you find yourself standing in front of the door, staring at the handle. You shake your head and reach out, gripping the handle tightly as you try to turn it but you knew nothing would happen. You twist the handle to the left then right and back again but it won't turn.

"For fuck's sake," you groan as you give up on the door. You pull out one of the chairs and it scraps loudly on the tile, causing you to wince from the sound. I can't be here that much longer, you think but you are beginning to wonder if SHIELD is planning on leaving you here all night.

Your stomach grumbles and you wish you had been able to eat dinner. You didn't even have a chance to finish your appetizer before everything went to hell. You lean back and stare up at the ceiling, counting the tiles out loud to distract yourself.

When you finish your count you check your watch again, it's just after 9 pm. You get up angrily, you had been locked in this room for almost forty five minutes. You knock on the glass with more force than last few times and demand to speak to someone. "I'm tired of waiting around in here. You can't just keep me all night. I haven't done anything wrong and I want to go home, now," you keep your face close to the mirror but you are unable to see beyond your reflection.

The silence means everything, you are going to be in here for a long as SHIELD decides to keep you. You pound on the glass one more time in anger, pain spreads through your hand and down your wrist. You sit back in the chair and hold your hand, slowly flexing your fingers.

"This is fucking ridiculous," you curse under your breath, a part of you wishing Tony Stark or Captain Rogers would at least appear to yell at you about your language. You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on them, "This has to be the worst blind date anyone has ever been on."

(Y/N POV)

The solid door slams closed, jolting you awake. You sit up quickly, your heart pounding as you look around the room and slowly remember where you are. Rubbing your eyes with one hand, you blink as the figure by the door comes into focus.

"Oh good, you're awake," he says as he walks over to the table. "Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," he introduces himself.

You barely register what he said as you check your watch in disbelief, "I've been in here for three and a half hours!?"

"Sorry about that, we had to deal with a small... miscommunication," he says. He opens the folder in his hand and reads the contents for a moment before asking, "What's your full name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N," you answer, unwilling to hide the annoyance in your tone. He nods then takes a single sheet of paper out of the thin folder and places it on the table with a pen. "What is this?" you ask, picking it up.

"A non-disclosure agreement," he answers.

You look up at him quickly, "What?! I thought I was supposed to be interviewed or debriefed or something. I've been sitting here for hours for this stupid piece of paper?"

"That would be what the miscommunication was about," he replies as if it was obvious.

"You're freaking joking," you say, still in shock that this night hadn't ended yet.

"Do I look like someone who tells jokes?" he asks and you shake your head silently, biting back a sarcastic comment. He offers only a slight explanation for the extremely long wait, "Loki informed the team that you truly were unaware of any part of the mission so a debriefing wouldn't be necessary. Sign this and you can be on your way."

"And what if I don't want to sign it?" you ask, your anger at the current situation outweighting your common sense.

"It wasn't a request," he answers.

You glance at the paper, knowing you should at least skim it but you are too angry and tired and hungry to deal with it. You sign the paper quickly and toss the pen back on the table as you stand up. "Can I have my phone back now?" you ask.

He picks up the paper, putting it back in the folder then takes your phone out of his jacket pocket. "Agent Coulson will take you home now," he says, handing you the phone.

You momentarily debate turning down the offer but decide against it. On a good night it wasn't a great idea to take the subway at midnight alone and this certainly hadn't been a good night. "Fine, but he's stopping somewhere so I can get food," you respond as a man who you assume is Agent Coulson walks into the room.

"Sorry Miss Y/L/N, I'm only authorized to drive you home," he says and you sigh loudly. He holds the door open and you walk out into the hallway. "This way," he turns to the left and you follow him to the elevators.

(LOKI POV)

Thor stands by the door and waits for Stark, Rogers, Fury and Barnes to leave the room. You aren't in the mood to speak to your brother at the moment but you doubt that will stop him.

"You can yell if you would like, brother, but I'm sure Rogers covered how much of a failure I am already," you tell him as you walk towards the door.

"I'm not going to yell," he says calmly as you walk past him into the hallway.

"Ah, trying the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed method?" you jokingly ask and he follows you.

"I just want to know why you would risk being sent back to Asgard," he says and you stop. "This wasn't just another mission, this was your first one without the team. You were supposed to follow the plan and show them you could be trusted. Why would you endanger a civilian and gamble with the mission?"

You stand in front of him silently for a moment before answering. "I honestly thought the mission was simple enough. I should have had no issues planting the listening devices and spending the rest of the evening enjoying a meal with someone who... who doesn't think of me the way they all do," you gesture towards the empty seats.

Before your brother can respond, you see Y/N being escorted to the elevators by Agent Coulson. You take two steps in that direction and Thor puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Do you really think that is a good idea?" he asks.

"I just wanted to apologize to her for-" you start to explain.

Agent Coulson pushes the button to call the elevator and Y/N looks around slowly as if she is bored. She notices you and Thor, immediately turning away from you as she crosses her arms angrily.

"I have a feeling you might be the last person on Midgard she has any interest in speaking to right now," Thor says.

(Y/N POV)

You turn on the lights, lock the front door and sigh in relief as you pry off your heels, swearing you will never wear them again. You lean heavily against the door and finally take out your phone. You hadn't responded to your friends while you were in the car with Agent Coulson. You had been too busy trying to convince him that no one would notice if he stopped at a deli or a fast food restaurant for a few minutes. According to him, they would have and you finally gave up, spending the rest of the thirty minute car ride in hangry silence.

You stop in the hallway, mid-step at the sheer amount of messages and calls you missed. Michelle and Jess must have thought you had been kidnapped or killed and to be honest you did get kidnapped... twice. Once by whoever the angry men were at the restaurant and then again by SHIELD.

You open the chat between the three of you and decide you'll read all the messages tomorrow. The last thing you want to do right now is think about how tonight had officially been the worst blind date you or anyone else had ever been on. You decide a simple 'I'm home and I'm not dead' text will have to suffice. You type out the message, letting them know you will call them in the morning as you walk into your kitchen. Opening the fridge and take out a bottle of water then grab a package of pretzels from the cabinet.

You sit on the couch, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and slowly drink the water. You swing your legs up onto the couch and forget entirely about the pretzels as you close your eyes.

(LOKI POV)

"I still don't understand why I simply can't summon the weapons I need during training," you complain to your brother. "Why must I borrow their inferior ones. I will never use them in a fight."

"If you keep skipping these training courses, you won't have to worry about their inferior weapons because they will never let you out into the field again," Thor counters and you groan. The Avengers seemed to have a training course or seminar on everything, even how to fill out paperwork which you recently found out you are still doing incorrectly somehow. You were almost convinced that the Captain changed the requirements every time you submitted a form.

"Very well," you mutter in response as you enter the armory. You freeze the moment the door closes and Thor smiles at you.

"Something wrong brother?" he asks. You gesture towards the two woman talking behind the raised counter. "Oh, you know Michelle and Jess, don't you Loki?" The woman with the purple hair turns towards you and you find yourself thankful that looks can not actually kill.

"No, we've never formally met," you find your voice after a moment.

Thor walks towards the two woman, Michelle crosses her arms against her chest and watches you closely. Her coworker, with red and blue highlights, picks up one of the small throwing knives from the counter and slowly begins to play with it.

You nod awkwardly. "And this is Michelle. She heads up the research department that deals with biological and chemical weapons," Thor continues.

"Good afternoon," Thor smiles at both of them, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "Well Loki, this is Jess. She is a weapons specialist and runs most of the training simulators. You'll need to speak with her about signing out the daggers you want to use," he tells you.

"Hello," you say after clearing your throat.

"I'll leave you three to talk," Thor says as he backs away from you. "Oh, brother I was wrong. There isn't a training course today so take as much time with Y/N's friends as you need." With that, he slips out of the room, leaving you alone with two women who are less than fond of you.

You stand in front of them for a moment, trying to decide how to phrase your question. Thor knew you had been thinking about Y/N a lot over the last week and you felt as if you needed to apologize to her for everything that happened. You hadn't meant to put her in danger or have her locked in an interrogation room for hours. Truth be told, when you weren't trying to focus on the mission, you enjoyed the brief moments you had been able to spend with her.

"What do you want?" Michelle finally asks.

"I was hoping you would give me Y/N's phone number?" you ask. "I need to speak with her."

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Lesson Fourteen

Loki continues to try and keep you apart, thinking your feelings have only hindered your chances at freedom. As Thor attempts to get to the bottom of the rift between you, you find the emotional turmoil is having an odd effect on your magic...

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“Do you not have some tonic for the old man?” asked Thor, looking a little panicked as Katja calmed Ivar after another coughing spasming incapacitated him, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed he’d just finished making up for the God of Thunder. 

Katja shrugged. “By the time I fetch it, it usually passes.” 

Ivar nodded wordlessly, his heaving breaths the only noise coming from him.

Loki stood in the corner of the room, learning against the wall with his ankles crossed, a casual pose clashing against his demeanor, which was uncomfortable at best and radiated bitterness. Thor looked back at him, frowned, and nodded to Ivar. 

“I thank you for the hospitality,” Thor responded, “I may not be your Prince anymore, but I assure you that I will seek a way to repay you both for the kindness.”

“Then we will leave you now,” Katja said, bidding them a brief goodnight before helping Ivar to his feet. It took him several moments just to leave the room. 

Loki sighed with concern for the elderly Asgardian. Perhaps he isn’t long for this world--

“--Loki,” Thor said sternly as soon as the door was closed, “What is going on?”

He shrugged and lightened his volume in a sad attempt to sound ignorant. “I don't know what you’re talking about.” 

“Is there something more than just attacks going on here?” his brother asked. “I may not be as sharp with the ability to notice details as you are, but I felt much tension between you and Y/N today downstairs.” 

“Tension!” Loki spat, scoffing and pushing off the wall, pacing in front of the bed. “You’re absolutely wrong, you know.”

Shaking his head with a smile. “Oh, brother dear, you’re so deeply in love I think it’s even missed your sensibilities! Every time she made noises in the kitchen, you perked your head up like an hound scenting his prey! She looked like she wanted to sit in your lap all afternoon! And…by Norns…looking at you now…you’ve made love to her, too…”

He teasingly winked and added after a pause: “Good for you!”

Loki gritted his teeth and turned to the wall. “I thought I was just keeping her close,” he finally began to defend himself. “So that she’d feel comfortable with me.”

Thor cocked his head to the side. “Most people can do that without sex!” But he stopped his lighthearted teasing when he saw how it was affecting Loki. “But it did more to your heart than hers?”

Loki shook his head. “I think Freyja has whispered in both of our ears. The only difference is that Y/N had the courage to confess it.” 

Thor’s eyes widened. “You haven’t told her how you feel?”

“Well, look at everything going on around us!” Loki suddenly barked, breaking the dam at last and letting all of his words spill into the room at once. “A monstrous group of fanatic sheep are trying to complete the genocide of our people, with only a bitchy she-king, an untrained death mage, and a former aid to that very genocide--” 

“--stop it--”

“--constantly threatening us from our own doorstep! Meanwhile, the Fury is breathing down our backs with execution if we fail to not only quell the threat but fail to bring our reaper friend into line, which, in my mind--which happens to be VERY sharp!--somewhat contradicts the order of defending the village, doesn’t it? All while I can’t stand to tear my eyes from her when she isn’t looking back at me! She depends on me for guidance, and my Norns her hair shines in the sun like a mirror, every word she speaks is for my benefit, and it sickens me to think how beneath me I am, and how little she suspects that the only reason that this village and it’s people are no longer living in luxury on Asgard is--”

“--Loki!” Thor put a firm hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop his pacing and venomous train of thought. His naturally-strong grip nearly bruised Loki’s shoulder. “I’ve told you already, it was determined by the Uhn that you were not ultimately at fault!”

“By the what?” Loki asked quietly. 

“Huh?”

“You said ‘by the Uhn’?”

“The council in New York? The big building with the flags where they formally gave you clemency?”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes. “The U-N. United Nations, brother.”

Thor smiled and laughed at his own silliness. “Now there’s the Loki I remember before it all.” 

“Before it all began…” Loki repeated, summoning memories before Thor was tempted to attack Jotunheim many years ago. “...the careless days of our youth are over.”

The God of Thunder nodded in agreement. “Doesn’t mean adventures still don't await us. They just take a different shape!”

“Such as?” 

Thor shrugged. “Well, once I go back to New York, I was thinking of going off into space for a bit. There’s a group of travelers who have one human among them. I’m not sure how effective they are at guarding galaxies, but the human man wants more muscle on his team. They were at S.H.I.E.L.D. recently reporting some minor threat that turned out to simply be the man hallucinating on the Asgardian mead I gave him. I sometimes forget that Midgardian livers can’t stand up to our liquors!” 

Loki sank onto the bed. “You’re leaving?”

Thor sat beside him. “You sound like a child being sent to boarding school. It’s an adventure! I’ll always come back.” 

The trickster twisted his lip. “I suppose you are about to say that Y/N is my next adventure?” 

Thor rolled his eyes. “I’m not entirely made of cliches, brother! But…yes.”

His little brother was quiet for a moment. “Very well. I’ll speak to her and clear the air.” 

The blonde was dissatisfied with the brief, cold answer, but he chose to accept it. “Good, now let’s both get some rest. We have a lot of work ahead of us once you both choose to see reason.”

“And what is ‘reason’ in this case, Thor?” Loki asked as he got up from the bed, headed to the doorway, and stood in the threshold another second. “Falling for someone who can end your life if she blinks at you with malice?” 

He shook his head as he laid himself partially supine on the bed, kicking up his feet (boots still on) and folding his arms behind his head as he leaned against the pillows. “I bet it adds to the thrills in the bedroom!” he jested with a wink.

The younger Prince sighed. “Thor, you’re a muscle-bound lout with a heart of gold and a brain of gruel. You fit more cliches than a romance novel.” 

“Brunnhilde! I need help!” you moaned, walking into her training gym the following morning, so early that she herself was barely awake and ready to warm up. 

“What is it?” she replied with a groan of equal negativity. “I’m hungover.”

“When are you not hungover? Come on!” you said, exasperated, running up to her and grabbing her wrist with such strength even the strong Asgardian was yanked along with you. 

Your heart was pounding painfully against your ribs in panic as you led the King to a vine growing along a trellis against the wall of her cabin. “Look!” You tried summoning your power, but nothing was forming. Desperately, you began attempting to find the energy inside to make your morbid mist reveal itself. You pushed, pulled, and cried out, but it was no use. Gripping the vine so tightly you nearly ripped the stem, and nothing was happening to the vine. “I can’t kill it! I can’t!” 

Brunnhilde shrugged, looking annoyed but also amused at your distress. “Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that what we’ve been trying to do the whole time? To suppress it?”

You heard Loki’s rich, smooth voice in your mind, repeating the things he’d said about embracing who you were, including your powers. 

“No,” you said, a realization finally hitting you after months of practice and meditation: your gifts were bound to every cell of your body. You were feeling lost, alone, and heartbroken. Perhaps it was like falling sick. Until whatever was happening between you was solved, it seemed that your magic was suppressed.

“I know what this is,” you added. “I need to speak to Loki--”

“--I’m listening.” 

You looked, stunned, at Brunnhilde, whose voice changed drastically. A moment later, her form began to dissolve into Loki’s with green mist. “Her Worship is attending to matters down by the docks. I didn’t think you’d care to seek me out so quickly, but I know you have lessons with her this morning.” 

You scoffed. “So quickly? It’s been four whole days since the funeral,” you said sharply. “You don’t think I’ve been waiting for you to come for me all this time?!”

Loki looked offended. “And you don't think I’ve been off attempting to make sense of all of this?”

“A good teacher would’ve told his student if he was planning to mess with her heart, Loki,” you said firmly. Suddenly, you felt your cheeks go hot and the first of the tears fall, so you quickly pivoted on your toes and made a break for the door. You knew you had to get out of there before you became any more vulnerable in front of him. 

How dare he? How DARE he trick you so? 

“Y/N! Please wait!” he called behind you, but you were much faster, at least in the moment. You were able to put a little distance between you by running up through the village and ducking behind a small shack. 

As you held your hand to your chest, as if doing so could still your heart, you hyperventilated and began to blink down more tears, which seared the side of your face, leaving hot trails of emotion running down your cheeks. Your embarrassment at how you were seconds away from pouring your heart out, along with being startled by Loki’s trick

Loki was calling from further down the path, but another noise found its way to your ear first. It was the sound of sobbing, much higher and softer than yours, and it made you instantly still yourself in order to hear it with more clarity. 

A child was sitting in an upright fetal position at the other end of the wall you leaned against, a young boy, sobbing into his knees. He took a minute to realize you were there. You knew Asgardians aged at a different rate than humans, but in Midgardian years, this child was easily no more than six. 

“Are you okay?” you asked stupidly, realizing that if the kid was crying, clearly he wasn’t well. 

He looked sadly and pointed down at his feet, where you finally noticed the corpse of a rather large cat, fluffy with brown and gray fur, an animal clearly built for the outdoors, or was before he died just now. 

“That’s your cat?”

The boy nodded quietly. “Juni died.”

“I can see that. Was she sick?”

He shrugged bashfully. “She was..was…my best friend.”

Your entire heart went out to him at that moment. He clearly hadn’t braced himself for this moment, and a child of six shouldn’t have had to mourn the loss of his best friend alone. 

I wish there was something I could do, you thought as you kneeled down in front of the boy, getting a better look at the dead cat. She looked much like one you knew from home. 

Push!

A new voice commanded something in your ear, startling you and making you fall backwards onto the dirt. 

The boy looked up again, this time confused and curious. 

You looked again at the dead cat. 

PUSH! 

You had no idea who the voice was, but you were beginning to feel the energy under you from those buried under the soil throbbing as it pulsed up your legs and radiated around your body. The dead were encouraging you to act again, just as they had on the roof last week. 

You brought your hands together and placed them on the cat’s head. Snapping your eyelids shut tightly, you began to hear the voices grow to a shout. 

PUSH! GIVE YOURSELF! HARDER!

Obeying the voices, you concentrated on forcing all of your energy into your palms, as if preparing to inject life into the animal. The boy curled up onto his ankles to watch.

Your body went hot, pain shot up your skin like bolts of lightning, but thin as hypodermic needles. You screeched in agony as you trembled so violently that the boy, frightened, got to his feet and backed away several feet. 

You could no longer see, darkness was all before you, but the electric heat finally wriggled free of your palm, and you felt a light so hot and a pulse so heavy hit you like a bomb, throwing you onto your back, all but unconscious. 

“Juni!” cried the boy, his voice gleeful, indicating your success. 

Suddenly, a wave of drunkenness fell over you. You couldn’t see anything but moving shapes and colors. Your sense of balance and strength was gone, and you’d developed an instant fever, causing the sweat to replace the trails on your face where tears had been moments ago.  It was all you could do to begin to crawl away and try to find an adult before you passed out entirely. 

You were able to make out a large pair of familiar black boots running toward you, and another voice (this time from above ground) calling out to you, distressed. “Y’N! Love! Y/N!”

You couldn’t make sense of English. Instead, you felt the vague sensation of being thrown over a hard, strong shoulder and carried away. 

What felt like hours later, but was only about fifteen minutes, your brain began to recalibrate, and you found yourself lying on your back on the sofa back in the basement, just as Loki was pulling a blanket up to your chin, despite the late-spring warmth leaking in through the open window. 

Thor came bounding in just as you blinked your eyes back into full focus. His was loud and brash, and Loki had to nearly check him back into the stairwell in order to stabilize him. “Too much,” he whispered, and Thor nodded gently, quickly calming down. 

“I saw you carrying her!” he said. 

“All is well, go back to chucking hammers with Her Worship,” Loki said quickly, putting up a defensive hand. “She needs quiet…and we have much to discuss once she wakes.”

“Alright then,” Thor replied, hanging his head and turning to go again. 

Once Thor went back up the stairs and closed the door behind him, Loki turned back and knelt beside the sofa again as you stirred. “She’s already awake,” you said. 

“I knew it, naturally. That’s why I got rid of Thor,” Loki answered, smiling gently and running a palm over your forehead, hot and damp with fever. “How are you feeling?”

You groaned lowly.  Your head roared. “Like shit. Did you see--?”

Loki nodded. “Yes, and I was astounded. You never fail to amaze me.”

You shook your head. “Now, that’s a lie.”

He bit his lip awkwardly. “Maybe we should wait until you have some tea to discuss this.”

“No, I want to discuss it now,” you insisted, beginning to maneuver yourself into a sitting position. Loki aided you after you began struggling, much to your chagrin. Once you were propped against your pillows, you sighed. “I feel so heavy,” you added.

“You resurrected a creature more than four times the size of a field mouse,” your teacher informed you. “I’m surprised you are conscious.” 

“They told me to,” you said softly. 

“They?”

“The dead, the buried,” you said. “I know it makes me sound like a head case, Loki, but they told me to push and revive the cat.” 

He nodded, taking a moment to absorb the new piece of information. “Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he whispered. 

“What?”

He shook his head. “Perhaps we can talk about that later. For now, I was thinking we were going to sort out something else.”

Nodding, you frowned. “I’m not going to pretend what we’re doing isn’t incredibly dumb,” you said. “But so is going up against S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki, we need each other. Surely you feel that?”

You felt a wave of satisfaction soothe your headache as he nodded in the affirmative. “So what holds you back? Your past?”

Loki barely whispered, his natural baritone going even lower, “Yes.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled an arm out from under the covers, laying it gently on his cheek. “None of it matters here with me. You know that.” 

“But it isn’t just that,” he added. “Do you know how many times I’ve escaped and run away from death?”

“I’ve heard tales of you evading the Grim Reaper,” you answered. 

“Well, try finding love in your primary enemy’s body,” he said. “Magic reacts not only within oneself, but to other magics around it. I’ve spent my entire life running, tricking, escaping the inevitable, that it’s like attempting to bring two magnets together at the same pole,” he explained. “To love you is not possible, and yet here I am…”

“So, it’s a case of your heart saying yes, but your body saying no,” you stated as you ran a thumb briefly over Loki’s lip. He swiftly scooped your hand into his and raised your knuckles to his lips. The small-yet-sweeping gesture made your heart flutter. 

He smiled. “Yes. That is what is causing my aversion. You’re very intuitive.” 

“And how do we quell it so we can be together?” you asked. 

Loki stifled another sad sigh. “I’m afraid it can’t--” 

“--Y/N?” a steady-yet-soft voice called from the door, which you hadn’t noticed had been opened. It was Katja. She looked pale and sorrowful, but didn’t step further into the basement, as if time was of the essence.

“What is it?” you asked, perking up at her presence. 

“It’s Ivar,” she said sadly. 

Loki’s shoulders dropped. “What is it?”

“It’s…it’s his time, but he lingers,” Katja informed you quickly. “He’s asked for you, Y/N.” 

“Me? Why me?” you asked, confused and instantly hit with another wall of sadness at the news. 

Clearly, Loki had put two-and-two together instantly. “May we have just a moment?” Katja gave Loki a nod and went back upstairs without answering you. 

Loki squeezed your hand, looking like a stoic face attempting to mask oncoming bad news. 

Your questions got more frantic, more anxious as you threw off the blanket and set your feet on the floor, the quick movement sending your brain into a fuzz. Loki firmly put a hand on your shoulder and pushed back, so that at the very least you were lying against the back of the sofa. 

“You won’t be going anywhere until you can handle yourself,” he said sternly, Professor Loki appearing for the first time in a while, making other parts of your body begin to flutter in sync with your racing heart. 

“But What did she mean? Ivar is dying? He wants to say goodbye?”

He looked at you with tender, protective concern, as well as regret at his new task of informing you of your assignment: “I believe he is asking for your services, my dear.” 

“My services? What services?”

Then it hit you. 

“No.”

“He needs it.” 

“No!”

“Y/N, he is languishing!” 

“NO! LOKI, DON’T MAKE ME DO IT! PLEASE!!” You shrieked, covering your face with your hands. The instability of your emotional state had brought back your magic, and it was thickly rotating around your hands and arms. Of all the times and ways for it to return! Now there’s no excuse…

Loki fell onto the sofa beside you, scooping you against his chest, rocking you gently back and forth and running fingers through your hair as you repeatedly chanted “No! I won’t kill him! No!” knowing perfectly well that no matter how hard you protested, you would be upstairs in moments, making your first house call, bringing Ivar to his permanent rest. 

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I'm rewatching Infinity War and I want to address one of the key criticisms I hear of it which is: Steve: We don't trade lives, Vision. Also Steve: *takes the fight to Wakanda where a lot of Wakandans die* First point - even if they had destroyed the Stone when Vision first suggests it, the army would have no way of knowing that. They would have come for it anyway. Or even if they did know it was gone, Thanos surely would have sent them to Earth anyway for vengeance. Point is - Earth is getting attacked either way. Wakanda has the best defenses and weaponry in the world. Not to mention that Steve didn't just rock up and start fighting and force everyone else to get on board - T'Challa agreed to make the stand against Thanos there, even knowing the risks to his people.

Second - it's a thematically sound choice. Throughout the entire movie, we see that the good guys aren't willing to sacrifice love for the big picture. Loki won't let Thor die, Wanda and Team Cap won't let Vision sacrifice himself, Gamora can't bear to see Nebula tortured. The only person who is willing to make that personal sacrifice for 'the greater good' is Thanos. He thinks big picture only. The ends totally justify the means. What does one small life matter if he's saving the universe, even if that person is someone he 'loves'? And then we get Stephen and Tony. Even after declaring that he will let Tony or Peter die before handing over the Time Stone, Stephen realizes the value of one life - Tony's life - because it's the one life that will make all the difference in the end. Yes, it's important to keep the end goals and the greater good in mind, but we can't do that by bringing untold harm and suffering to individuals. The Avengers win because they're not Thanos.

#did that even make sense or am I just rambling #I think sometimes a movie criticism becomes so popular we just accept it as fact and forget the actual context it was made in #also you know #so the movie can happen is sometimes a valid reason #avengers infinity war #mcu #marvel

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Loki x FReader

A/N: Guess who just watched 'Everything Everywhere All At Once'...

Warning/s: ANGST ALERT, short human lifespan, friends to ???, mentions of death.

WC: 2.4k

In Loki's eyes, mortality was a pitying thing to have. A big weakness of the human kind. Which also eventually became his.

Would it have mattered?

Would it have mattered if he said he loved you? If you knew that he cared for you in a way that no one could've ever possibly expected? If he said that he wanted to stand with you, sit with you, walk with you, smile with you, live with you? Maybe even cry and be hopeless with you?

Could he have lived a vastly different life if he had told you that you mattered to him?

That you weren't just some mortal that he could look down on. That you weren't a vain on his side, and an annoying prattling simpleton. Because you we're far more than that. Far beyond everything he had always called you or told you. All those prickly things he uttered eventually became a lie to his own heart.

He could've spoken those few words and made you look at him for the rest of his life.

For the rest of your life.

But now he's here, so far away from you.

Why didn't he say it? Why didn't he do it?

Was it because he was afraid?

Of what exactly?

He had always such a way with words, and yet the only time he felt like he should've said something to give him a reason to stay, was the time when all doubt came and ate his words.

Regret was there. And from time to time, it always comes back.

Going down to Midgard has always been eventful for both him and Thor. No matter what they say about their fragility and short lives, they still had their interesting ways to live. Some majority of their bets would happen there, sometimes they would just go down to escape duties from the palace. Sometimes, just for a change of scenery.

At some point, he came down there to sulk. Got into trouble for violating some Midgardian law, which in fact, wasn't his fault—and apparently, you witnessed his accidental innocence.

When he met you, he barely batted an eye. He didn't cared for anything at that moment. He saw everyone at that realm merely as desperate ants, constantly running everywhere, everyday, chasing away whatever they set their mind unto.

Desperate to do something.

He can't blame them, their time runs so little. You we're no different.

And yet, he knew that he owed you for 'excusing' him from those law keepers. And he didn't want to owe someone—especially, a mortal one at that.

But you insisted that there was no need to, and of course he didn't back down. Just like anyone else, you we're intimidated into accepting his offer of...anything, something. What could possibly a human can ask from him that he won't be able to do? He's a literal god.

You looked too basic and unexceptional. A very big contrast compared to the mortals he had met in the past.

And you definitely didn't look like you write exceptionally great historical plays nor could you invent the deadliest bomb ever made.

And maybe, that's one of the reasons why you weren't that interesting. Because you said you didn't really know what to ask from him. Although, you eventually decided with—

"Well...can you be my friend then?"

He only scoffed. But you didn't look offended.

He wanted to turn that down, but how would that look? After he just insisted that he didn't want to owe anyone? To him, it was laughable and meaningless. To be friends with a mortal is just like the wind. It breezes by so fast with nothing left but the forgotten feeling of its visit on your skin.

Perhaps, there's nothing wrong with that. He can do away with it until you die, and at his favor, would last for about a few decades? Less than a century?

Not so bad. Not so long.

He could just blink and the deal is done. One snap and he would have already forgotten about you.

And he can't really always go down to Midgard just to mingle with you. He has better things to do than satisfy the need of a dull creature. A visit once a year would suffice. Maybe after every five years or so? That would certainly favor his time well.

Just a small price to pay for a smaller cause.

But no, he still visited Midgard from time to time.

He would blend himself somewhere near you and just wait for you to notice him. Or surprise you with a few sudden chastising words for whatever you're doing. Sometimes, trying to gaslight you into breaking the deal off, but it always somehow fails. He didn't know if it was maybe because of you or him. But then, he himself doesn't want to admit that Asgard was also not as interesting as he's always convinced himself of.

Not as kind...nor welcoming.

You we're always so patient with him. And he didn't understood why.

He didn't understood why, but he still came back. Time and time again, and again.

He read books with you. You recommended books to him. He told you tales of nonsensical things that you probably didn't believe was actually real. You told him you wanted a rat when you we're a kid. He thought you how to do an ancient hand whistle, and for some reason you really insisted to learn it after he showed you how. And at some point, he'd spend days staying on Midgard and experience some other things that you have been telling him to try.

He thought it was outrageous to have taken you up for your word but alas, by that time, he knew he didn't want to stay back in Asgard just to wallow underneath his brother's greatness.

But it also brought him to a great sense of denial.

How could he have ever decided to suddenly prefer a lowly world to a higher one? To seek your company rather than his tricked victims at home?

To hear more of your pathetic problems until you self-deprecate yourself into laughter? And then for himself to speak up from experience, almost as if he wanted to tell you that he understands. That he knows how it is.

That he's there to be your friend.

He didn't want to accept that he's slowly seeing your worth. That you we're becoming important to him.

But at the end, he had nothing else but your honest company. Your welcoming arms and genuine words. You we're far from the doubtful and hesitant gazes he was always been accustomed to from his people. You we're sweet when you wanted to, and to him so? He still couldn't believe anyone would be, other than his mother.

You have always been vulnerable, humans are. But as the years go by, he was too.

He knew that your deal with him was an offered friendship, and it still stands. You met matches of your own and you'd tell tales of how it went and who it is courting you. He would raise a brow at that. But it was nothing more to him. It was your life and you we're progressing it in your own mortal ways.

He would tell himself that.

And yet, as he grew to seek your company more, the more he find himself wanting something different. Something he tried to ignore.

It came a time when your significant other had proposed to you. And that didn't sit quite well with him. He knew it was wrong, so he pushed it away.

You we're friends.

There's nothing more there.

But then, your engagement had broken off just after a few months, because it apparently didn't work out well.

It had stung his heart to see you devastated and yet you try to hide it from him. When he came to see how you we're doing, you had worn the saddest eyes you could ever wear. But you still welcomed him with the warmest smile you could ever give to him.

Sometimes, he wondered if he could always be by your side.

If you could always be by his side.

He had almost forgotten what you we're. He's heart began to crack at that. Day by day, it kept dawning at him. Just like the wind, he remembered his own thoughts.

He should've felt relief or gladness. Like he said, it was a favor to have your mortality play on your little deal. Just decades gone by in a blink of an eye from a god like him and he would no longer put up with you. But it had bothered him so much more than before. So much more than it should. And it had proven to be difficult in his part to shake it off. To accept it.

But it was agonizing.

He didn't know what was agonizing, but the only thing he knew was that, he didn't want you gone.

Years kept running and consuming your lifespan, you had your happy days and lonely days. But by that time, it slowly came to him. One day, he noticed something about your eyes, as if he just fell into them. Then some other day, he noted something about your smile, so contagious he had to cover his own. And then suddenly, he just kept avoiding your gaze, as if one look from you could melt his composure away.

It definitely dawned on him.

You became someone to him. Maybe you have always been, ever since he kept seeking you out.

He had never told you his true nature. You never knew he was immortal.

And it's probably for the best.

You look content. You have a fine job, a few friends, a supportive family and you're growing wiser and wiser.

Did you still wanted him by your side?

Sooner or later, you would find someone again to give your heart to. And it isn't going to be him.

It shouldn't be him.

It can't be him.

You deserve to grow old with someone that wasn't from his sickened deal that rooted from the expectation of your impending death. And he knows that if you perished so quickly by his side, he doesn't know how he'll be able to take it.

When your 41st birthday came, he finally decided.

But that night, you never looked so exceptional in his eyes. So beguiling. As you smiled at him, for him, it's like you never really aged. Even as much as you would complain how you're four decades old and having wrinkles appearing at your sides; you still looked the same to him. The same woman he came to love.

Maybe he was refusing to see it. Maybe he was just avoiding the fact that the fear of losing you is gradually looming closer.

But it didn't change the fact that, you held his heart.

Unfortunately, he had to let go.

"Where are you going?" you asked him. "Don't you want to stay longer?"

For some reason, there's that pleading look in your eyes that he had never seen before. He saw your hands hesitantly reach out for him, but you drew it back at your sides.

You looked like you wanted to tell him something.

No.

You can't.

"I'm...I'll be..." he struggled to say. "I have somewhere to go." he breathed out your name. "I'm afraid you- you won't be seeing me...tomorrow."

You lightly laugh. "Oh, okay. No you tomorrow, got it." you nodded cheekily. "But you should know that granny Ethel is asking for you again this Saturday. You will come, right?"

He couldn't look at you. "...Right." he lied.

But when he finally decided to bask in your eyes one last time, he almost said it.

Almost.

Involuntarily, he grabbed your shoulders as he leaned closer. The emotions flashed in your eyes contorts into confusion but you still settled your pretty little eyes on him that he nearly breaks.

Maybe he did break.

And maybe that's why he hugged you. So long, it felt like eons as he memorized every passing moment he ever had with you.

I love you.

He never got to say it, and left you wondering why he didn't come back, as he only let the decades fly by.

And every passing second, he was counting the days of your years. Wondering if you we're still there on your little apartment, maybe by then you had a house, and a husband. Perhaps, children as well.

Wondering if you had forgotten about him, for your sake, and his.

And as the years kept stretching, with his mind having to bear his duties as prince, he had received a sudden news—from Heimdall himself.

"She is gone." he uttered as he looked into the vast stars of the galaxy.

He snapped his eyes to him. "What?"

"I know about your mortal friend, Loki." he replied. "And I don't believe you had ever forgotten about her. But I think you should know..."

"Stop."

His world stopped.

It happened. Just like he always thought. Just like how it will always be. The fate he had always known would come.

He wanted to go back, but it felt like the ground was sinking him in. He tried to breath calmly, but his eyes betrayed him. His palm was suddenly clutching his trousers tightly, while his heart was splitting apart. He stayed quite.

Your we're 68 years old by then. He knew. He had always been counting.

He thought he had let go of you, but he still kept seeking for the days he'll come back down to Midgard again.

For you.

It has always been you.

And now he's here, somewhere—nowhere.

Sitting on his throne as he watched the timeline, just after he left you. What would've happened. Who you would've met. How you fell in love again. And how you waited for him to appear again.

But one thing caught his eye, was when he hugged you.

He was supposed to part away and leave, never to be seen again. But in that timeline...

"Loki, wait." you called. You looked nervous and hesitant. Your eyes lingered on him with a look of longing. "I, uh- Can I ask you out on a date?"

His body froze.

But then, you let out a self-deprecating laugh. "I know, it's so out of nowhere...But I- I don't mean to this push this through—especially when this could ruin our friendship. I thought that maybe- maybe I should tell you how this has been...bugging me for awhile now and..."

Maybe it was that one last push from you that could have been different.

Maybe if he wasn't just so scared of the days that would come after you're gone, he could've had the courage to convey his love for you.

He could've told you-

"I love you."

I love you.

He could've-

He should've. It would have-

It would have mattered.

He would have really loved to just grow old with you.

Ko-fi?

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[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 18 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 19

Summary : The tension between you and Loki finally breaks.

Warning: 18+, Sex, smutty soft smut, heartbreak and angst, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink

Next morning you woke up and got ready for the day before you headed out of your room, you just had a plain, slightly loose white button up shirt on along with a pair of blue jeans, nothing fancy. When Loki saw you like that reminded him of the first day he had seen you in your apartment, this is exactly what you were wearing that day as well.

"Good morning" you said as you stepped inside the kitchen area, Darcy was there too so you greeted her as well and she was nothing but jolly about it. You were kind of hoping for her to be a bitch like Melisaa. God you had issues.

"What would you like to have?" Loki asked you so you looked around and decided to have pancakes, once your plates were readied you all stepped out of the area and sat down on the dining table.

"So y/n what do you do for a living?" Darcy asked you so you nervously told her that you worked at a gym.

"Oh my god that's why you look so fit, I love that" she said to you so you smiled. Yeah, you really wanted her to be just another bitch but it wasn't going to happen it seems.

"Where are Thor and Jane and other people?" You asked them,

"Can't say what those two are upto but–" Loki spoke but he was interrupted by Darcy before he could finish,

"Really? They must have had sex all night long, I'm surprised you guys didn't hear her screaming" Darcy commented and Loki shrugged before he chuckled.

"Well I did once and that is the reason why my chamber is soundproofed, nothing goes in or out of there" Loki told her, just watching them converse with each other made you feel awful, you two used to have such playful conversations. What went wrong?

"Rest of them are on separate floors so you won't be seeing them " he told you so you nodded. Darcy's phone has started to ring so she grabbed her plate and excused herself. You were thankful for that if you were being honest with yourself.

He smiled as your eyes met with him, he was sitting right in front of you on the other side of the table.

"Sooo ummm where are we going today?" You asked him.

"I have no idea, Lady Jane is supposed to be incharge of that"

"Ohhh" you mumbled before you spoke again "She seems nice"

"Jane?"

"Darcy"

His brows raised for a moment before he hummed in agreement, even though he had assured you last night, you still felt jealous and insecure about their friendship, especially because now things between you two weren't how they used to be. Sometimes you just wished to turn back the time and have him hiding in your apartment again, that way you were the only one who actually knew him but now everybody got to have a piece of him and just the thought made you feel so selfish.

"Ummm i guess I'll go stay in my room until then..see you lo" you got up once you were done eating. Last night you had decided to do something about this complicated situation between you two but as the morning arrived it seemed impossible, all those fears that you had shoved aside had resurfaced.

"Darling?" You halted in your spot as he called out for you. You turned around to look at him and you could see the sadness in his eyes.

"You want to ..watch a film with me?"

He asked you so you smiled, your heart fluttered at the question, ofcourse you wanted to spend the time with him but you felt too afraid of your feelings for him and him not reciprocating it. Even though he had literally poured his heart out for you last night you still felt unworthy of him.

"Yesss"

He got up and stepped closer to you before you two proceeded to walk towards his room. Your hands brushed against each other accidentally so you crossed them together in the front of your chest .

He just wanted to spend alone time with you, after last night when he came back to his room he couldn't fall asleep at all knowing that you were right here just a few steps away from him. All he wanted to do was to run back to you and sleep with you by his side, he wanted to be submerged in your embrace because he knew that was the only way he would want to sleep finally.

You both sat down on the couch in his room after he drew the blinds so the room was dark. Being here felt a little weird, your face flushed every time you looked at the bed. He turned the tv on and you weren't even twenty minutes into the movie when you felt his head dropping on your shoulder. You turned your head to the side and found him fast asleep, he told you he wasn't sleeping well so you really wanted him to get his nap before the sightseeing. You stayed like that for a few minutes but having him so close to you was killing you.

"Lokii" you called out his name softly and he barely hummed before his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into him, he slowly laid down and took you along with him, you didn't have much time to think, instead of having you on top of him he laid you on your side on the couch and then snuggled into you like he used to do, his hand went over your thigh and he wrapped it around his waist. That's exactly how he had cuddled you the first night, it had happened in the haze of a nightmare and in between sleep.

You were too far gone to ask him what he was doing so you just eased your arm under his neck and pulled him into you, your fingers scratched his scalp and you heard a soft little humming in response as he felt the caresses on his nape.

This is what had started the whole mess to begin with but gods if you didn't love the feeling of being able to hold him like this again.

You had no recollection when you fell asleep as well but you woke up to him staring at you.

"Ummm hii" you brought one of your hands up to rub your eyes, the action made him smile. Norns he had missed you more than anything. He flipped you underneath him, got on top of you making you chuckle nervously then he slowly sat up taking you along with him. He cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he got up and quickly headed to the bathroom to do god knows what.

What just happened?

When he came out, you went in just to see if you needed a touchup before going out.

Thor, Jane and Darcy were waiting in the living room for you two.

"What were you two upto?" Thor asked, he had a huge smirk on his face, your eyes met with her and she seemed a little upset. Did she like him?

"We watched a movie" you answered him. Jane had the whole day planned and as soon as you all had left the tower Loki has created a charm to cast an illusion so the people will not recognise any of you. To one another all of you looked the same but for the people outside of the group he had turned everyone into a different person, it was all magical, sometimes it was all too unreal for you to believe but you understood why he was doing this. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him again.

At first you visited the Central park, you had always seen it in movies so it was amazing being there for real, a bunch of pictures were clicked and you made sure to get some with Loki alone.

"Wow you're so photogenic lo" you said to him as you looked at the picture on the screen of the camera Jane had brought with herself.

"So are you" you smiled as you looked at him. You didn't find much time to spend alone with him unfortunately and you couldn't help but feel dreaded by the thought that you had to leave tomorrow. Things would go back to how they were yesterday.

After dinner at night when all of you returned to the tower, you were feeling extremely tired and there was this sinking feeling in your gut that you couldn't get rid of.

He escorted you to your room and all you wanted to do was ask him to stay, you wanted him to stay with you and you were going to say something when you saw Darcy running up to him.

"Loki I need your help with the paper, you promised" he looked at you as he squeezed his eyes shut, he had promised her yesterday to help with a dissertation she was writing, he had no clue you'd be here.

"I will see you in five minutes Darcy " he told her so she nodded and walked away then he turned his attention back to you.

"Professor Loki huhh" you chuckled to hide the disappointment you were feeling at the moment and it made him smile too "Ummmm I'll go take a shower and.. sleep i guess" you said to him as you twisted the knob of your door.

"Y/n" you looked at him as he said your name "I .." he opened his mouth to say something but words died in his throat, he couldn't stop staring at you, he couldn't stop thinking about pressing you up against the door and kissing you.

"You should go help her" you faked a smile but he seemed offended by it.

"Oh should I go do that now?"'

"I mean–" before you could finish your sentence he interrupted you. You were avoiding him since yesterday and he knew why but it still hurt him.

"I will leave"

Your eyes teared up as he said that before he turned around and walked out. You didn't want him to leave, of course not but you didn't know what to say to him or how to make him stay. You stepped inside your room and sighed at the turn of events.

It has been a long day so you took a shower and changed into a nightwear, you had a pajama on with a shirt that seemed too small for your size, it was brand new so maybe it needed a wash or two.

It was hard for you to stay still, he seemed upset by you and you didn't want to leave tomorrow when things were so tensed between you two. A knock on the door made you sprint towards it to see who it might have been.

"Lo" you mumbled as you looked at him, he still had the same clothes on, his hands were into his pockets. He stepped in your room as he walked past you, he still seemed upset.

"Why are you being this way?"

"Like what?" You asked him so he turned around and glared at you.

"So dismissive" you crossed your arms as he said that.

"What do you mean?"

"You did not share with me the news of your arrival and since yesterday you are trying to just–"

"Really? Really Loki? You haven't called me in a week before that, what were you expecting from me?" You raised your voice a little and he was even more upset now.

"You could have called me as well. Did you?" You looked at him shocked as you snickered.

"No I didn't. I fucking didn't you wanna know why?" His eyes softened and whatever anger he was feeling towards you melted as soon as he noticed your voice trembling "You broke my heart out of nowhere and it hit me like a rock. I was hurt, I am still hurt and I can't get over that. So when I don't hear from you and you don't get in touch with me for days and I see you spending all your time with someone else.. i just assume that you are done with me because that's how I have been made to feel before okayyyy?" He took a deep breath as you finished speaking, this conversation needed to happen sooner than this.

"I wanted you to come with me so I could keep you safe. Why didn't you just come with me darling?" His voice sounded defeated as he questioned you.

"It's not that easy, it's my life Loki, as much as it sucked I still had a life before you came. I can't just pack my bags and move with you to a place that doesn't feel like home to me and where people come to my face to remind me that I don't deserve to be even seen with you let alone be with you. I'm not built that way and I'm soo sorry for that but I love you and I don't think I can stop loving you and I don't want to be just your friend, I want more, i always did but you left, you left me lo"

He walked towards you as you cried furiously, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears before he made you look up at him.

"Who said that to you, hmmm?"

"It doesn't really matter if it's the truth"

"It is nowhere near to anything true my darling. Those mortals out there? They don't know you, I do. I know what you have done for me and how much you mean to me, It is me who knows that not a second goes by where you're not in my thoughts. I try to keep myself invested in other conversations just so I won't have to think about you but I fail even then because I see you in every face, i crave for your touch on my skin and your sweet words in my ears, this morning just having you around me made me feel safe, i felt secured enough to fall asleep because I knew you were there by my side.. so please do not allow anyone to fill your head with such false notions that you belong anywhere but with me right here" you sniffled as he finished speaking.

Your constant need for assurance was one of the reasons why you didn't have anyone sticking around for you but he was still here right? He still wanted to be here but this wasn't just enough, you wanted more, you wanted all of him.

"I can't do this lo..I don't want to be without you, I want to find a way, I need to find a way because someday I don't want to lose you completely to someone else" You grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from your cheeks to take a step away from him "I should have said no" you crossed your arms as you said that, making his heart anxious again. What did you mean?

"No to what?" He looked at you confused and slightly scared.

"That day when you came to me and told me that you wanted to be just friends again i should have said no..i should have fought for us but instead of comforting you and easing that fear of yours i allowed my insecurities to ruin us even more" fresh tears filled his eyes as he heard that. He wished you would have said no. He smiled at the thought of you just refusing to break up with him, it was something only you could have done, probably you two might have cuddled and made up the very next moment.

"I am sorry my darling, I am sorry i have tainted our relationship with that decision but I am still where I was that day, losing you forever is not something I can afford, I can't live in a world where you don't exist"

"They don't have to know, the people out there, not just yet lo, we can go back to being how we were because we were so happy together" your voice choked on your tears because of the pain you had been feeling since the day he had left.

"We were so happy together and I want us to be happy again, I need you to be happy with me my sweetheart, I never wanted to hurt you so cruelly" he said to you so you nodded and crossed your arms together.

"So we just, ummm, go back to being friends who kiss sometimes and do other stuff, you are going to be all mine and I..well we will be patient with each other as we figure out how we are going to deal with these problems that we have and we won't leave each other no matter what happens okay?"

His heart fluttered as you said that, he had hurt you so much these past few days, he didn't even want to think how often you must have cried when you were all alone, he knew now that you must have tortured yourself with the self deprecating thoughts where you didn't feel enough for him and he hated himself knowing that he was the one to make you doubt your worth like that.

"I would love that" you looked at him shocked as he said that.

"Okay"

You put your hand forward so he chuckled before he shook on it gently.

"I have a flight at 12 in the afternoon..you want to see me off?"

"Or you just ditch that and fly alongside Thor?"

"I'm scared by his Mobonil, it's like being on the scariest rollercoaster " he chuckled as you said that.

"I promise you it's safer than that aircraft you will be on"

You took a deep breath as he said that.

"Okay" he walked towards you and cupped your cheeks and you thought he was going to kiss you so you placed your fingers on his lips.

"I just need some time to myself in order to adjust my heart to this again" he smiled as you said that.

"Alright my lady, you should get your sleep"

You nodded as he walked past you, you desperately wanted to kiss him but you needed a moment to fully absorb the situation, it felt too good to be true.

You heard your door shutting as he walked out, that's when you sat down on your bed and took a long deep breath. You didn't come here thinking things would work in your favor because they never really did.

After contemplating over it you literally yelled fuck it to yourself and stormed out, you basically ran towards his room, hoping you won't bump into anyone else. You waited impatiently as you knocked on his door and a moment later you were met with his beautiful face, he had no shirt on, his cheeks were still flushed with the tears but he didn't seem sad anymore, how did you manage to make a god like him fall in love with you?

"I don't need time" you jumped into his arms to kiss him and he immediately closed the door, there's no way you were going to spend the night sleeping in separate beds.

He put you down on his bed, the kiss never breaking in the process, his hands caressed upwards from your thighs to your torso before he placed them on your erect nipples and you felt his thumbs stroking each of them slowly, the gesture made you gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your warm mouth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he let go of your lips to allow you to breathe but he moved down towards your neck, he had to keep touching you to believe that this wasn't just a dream, he was so afraid to wake up all alone again. God you have missed his cold body against yours so badly.

"Looo" you mumbled meekly so he looked at you, his hair were all messed up and falling on your face so you tucked them behind his ears slowly..

"Fuckk me please" his eyes darkened with lust but he was also taken by surprise.

"You want me to do what?"

"I want you To fuckkk me right now lo, i need your cock so deep inside of me that I would feel it for days"

His cock hardened immediately as you said that, the sensuous tone of your voice was enough. Did he plan to have sex with the woman of his dreams tonight ? Absolutely not but he did want it more than anything else at this moment.

His fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt so you arched your back and allowed him to take it off your body, you were not wearing anything underneath. His room was dimly lit and you were thankful for that, this felt sexy and it felt right, for once you actually wanted to be taken by the man you had on top of you, you wanted him to fuck you over and over again until you're both sated. The constant heat you shared with him was unbelievable, you were done taking it slow.

You pulled his trousers down and as soon as you had his plump cheeks under your palm you couldn't help but squeeze them, he moaned out loud as you brought one of your hands forward and grabbed his cock to stroke him slowly..

"Goddd you are magnificent Loki, you're the prettiest thing I have ever known" you bit on your lips as you looked down, his cock felt warm in your hand and he twitched with every little stroke of your fist.

He had his face hidden between the crook of your neck, his thumb caressed your bare nipples before he lowered down and sucked on them gently, you didn't know how you still haven't passed out.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pajama so you lifted your hips up and he pulled it down your legs, taking your underwear along with it. He had never seen you so completely bare like this before and now he knew he was too ruined to not see you like this every night.

He slipped his hand between your legs to part them slowly, every inch of your skin tingled with anticipation of what was about to happen, you also felt a little scared because it's been a long time since you had done this.. you didn't want to disappoint him. Your fingers clutched onto his shoulders as he rubbed your wet lips slowly, his thumb moved in circles over your clit and you instantly felt the sensation building, nobody has ever made you feel this way before and now you know why.

They never had a chance to begin with.

"Looo pleasee..baby.. please i love you" you whined as you grabbed his cock in your fist again and lined it up to your entrance, the desperation you were showing him almost made him cum, before he could enter he waved his fingers and he had a condom wrapped around his cock.

"Why did you have that lo?" His face flushed as you questioned him,

"I have been carrying it in my vault since we became more than friends" you chuckled as he said that. You would have asked him if he was sleeping with other people but a part of you knew the answer already. Even though he had no obligation towards you in the last few weeks you just knew that he was still loyal to you and that sort of trust you had in him came naturally, even with all the issues and insecurities you had you were able to trust him like that.

"I love you Princess, I have never nor will I ever love again so deeply the way I love you" you gasped and moaned at the same time as he entered you in own quick motion. His cock stretched you out in an obscene manner.

"Yesss goddd yesss please" you bit on his right shoulder as his hips moved slowly against you and the action only fired him up even more. His cock touched places you didn't even know existed in you, sure you had sex but you have never been fucked so tenderly before, he was making love to you but he was also making sure that you'd be ruined forever for anyone else, he wanted you to know that nobody will ever make you feel as good as he could.

With every rhythmic thrust of his hips your breasts jiggled, the room was filled with the sound of his cock slamming against your wanting cunt, how come a mortal had such an effect on him? Why was he so malleable in your presence? He wanted to give you the world but he also wanted to corrupt you to your limits.

"I'm close baby..I'm so close" your voice again came out so whiny and that made him smile, he knew you had never came this way before so his heart soared that he was the first man who had been able to pleasure you this way.

"I know you are, I can feel you clench around me so desperately, let it go sweet thing, I got you …i got you"

The dam broke as he whispered in your ear, you knew sex would be different with him, you also knew you'd never be able to look at him the same again but you didn't know how cathartic it would feel to have his cock twitching inside you as you came, he was holding on for you and as soon as you had shattered he did too, it's been a long time since he had done this too, it's been years and he couldn't have been happier that it was with you. You wished you had the pleasure of him filling you up but you didn't want to take that risk just yet.

There were several things that needed to be discussed.

He placed his head down on your chest as he tried to catch up his breaths, it was easier for him to recover than it was for you. Godly stamina and all you figured.

He looked at you as he pressed his head up and you could only smile, then that smile turned into a laughter.

"That was…out of this world..God what was that?" You mumbled so he smiled and kissed you softly.

"Get used to it" he whispered between the kiss before he pulled out of you slowly "I will be back in a minute" you nodded as he got off you and you gawked at his toned behind as he walked away. A moment later he was back with a wet towel in his hand to clean you up, you felt well and truly fucked at the moment

"I have never had something so long and girthy inside me before.. going to feel it later" you said teasingly and he looked at you, the sly smile told you that he was pleased by the comment.

He made the towel disappear before he conjured a knitted blanket and wrapped it around you, it was black in color and he probably chose that color because you loved it. You propped up on your elbows to look at the material, just a look was enough to tell you that it was handmade, it was so soft and warm and you needed it because his room was extremely cold but then you remembered something,

"Lo?"

"Mmm" he mumbled as you questioned him

"Did you make this?"

"I did"

This is what he was making that day when you had caught him knitting.

"Thank you..it's so beautiful"

"It is?" His brows furrowed, he was always a little embarrassed of this particular interest of his, mainly because he was always ridiculed for having such a feminine interest to begin with.

"It's gorgeous.. just like you are.. i might get greedy and ask you to make more stuff for me" he smiled before he kissed you lovingly. He was going to sleep like a baby tonight.

"From now on you must get whatever you desire my princess"

Next morning you woke up slightly sore but utterly sated in every possible way. You two stood under the shower and in order to distract yourself from feeling insecure about your body in the daylight you grabbed the body wash and lathered it all around his chest but the water washed it off quickly so he turned the shower off.

You wanted to play with him and he wasn't going to deny you that. He had his arms placed on the wall behind you and his lips sucked on your neck softly so you were essentially trapped. Every inch of his muscle seemed to be carved with perfection, you could count every muscle. You rubbed the liquid soap on his back before your hands wandered and you palmed his plump ass, you felt his muscles flexing under your touch.

He sucked in a breath before he pulled away, you looked up at him so innocently but he could read the naughty thoughts you had in your head really well.

You brought your hand forward slowly, squeezed a dollop of body wash between your hands and grabbed his cock, the moan he let out was made of dreams, that particular sound will continue to haunt your lonely nights for eternity.

"Feels good baby?" You questioned you as you stroked him up and down slowly and he only hummed in response, one of your arms wrapped around his neck and he leaned down into you to hide his face between your neck then he went back to sucking on the soft skin. Your fingers traced the vein that ran on the underside of his cock from top to bottom, he was all natural down there and at this point everything about him turned you on beyond limits, even the coarse hair that trailed from his lower belly to the base of his cock was driving you crazy with dirty filthy thoughts, you wanted to go down on your knees and have your face stuffed between his legs to pleasure him.

"Darling pleasee don't stop .. please don't stop touching me"

He was so tall and intimidating but at this moment he just seemed so small as he moaned so desperately and begged you to keep touching him like this. All you wanted to do was take care of him in every possible way.

"I won't stop baby..you're such a good boy aren't you?" his arms wrapped around your waist as you said that to him. You didn't know where it came from but you knew he liked that, of course he did, he loved being coddled so it didn't really come as a surprise that he enjoyed being told how good he was being.

"You look so pretty like this, you know that?" You whispered in his ear and he squirmed in your hold, he finally lifted his head up and kissed you deeply while your hands continued to fondle him brazenly.

You increased your pace and he couldn't control himself anymore, his head pulled backwards as he enjoyed the sensations building, you watched in awe and felt hypnotized by the beauty in front of you. His mouth stayed open as strings of moans escaped his throat, he had no right to look this gorgeous, the veins in his neck strained as he was driven closer and closer to his release, he was a putty in your hands and he didn't think he wanted to be anything else. You felt his cock pulsing in your grip and you knew he was so close so you gripped his hair between your fist and pulled him closer to you to whisper in his ear

"Cum for me sweet boy"

That was his undoing, he grabbed onto the shower head above him as he came hard, you had his cock angled towards your torso and there wasn't an inch of your skin he hadn't painted with his cum. His knees felt weak and his body seemed to float with the feeling, he didn't think he would have survived this if he was just a mere mortal. You had a god like him crumble so easily with just your hands, he couldn't even imagine how good it would feel to be inside your mouth.

Once he came back to his senses, you smiled at him. Cupping his cheeks you kissed him as passionately as you could, you just wanted him to know that he was safe with you and he was free to be whosoever he wanted to be with you. You loved being his safe haven, his confidante, you loved knowing that he trusted you in this manner because you knew he wouldn't allow anyone else to see him in such a state.

Somehow you both were finally able to get out of the shower and get dressed, as you walked hand in hand into the dining room you noticed how Jane and Thor had the biggest smiles on their faces. However you did notice the saddened look on Darcy's face. You didn't need more confirmation that she was into him and she wasn't to blame because you didn't think anyone in the world could ever be strictly friends with him, you were just hoping it wasn't that serious and that she would get over it soon because you didn't want him to lose another friend. After everything that he has been through, he deserved to have people around him who genuinely cared about him.

"Congratulations buddy" she said to him and his face flushed in response.

You had to catch the flight soon but Thor insisted that he'd drop you and you won't have to waste that many hours in the plane. You were hesitant but Loki convinced you.

"I'll see you in one hour, i have to go attend this meeting but I promise I will be there" he said to you as you all reached the roof of the tower so Thor could take you back home.

"Okay come soon, I love you pretty boy" you whispered in his ear as you hugged him, the blush on his cheeks was apparent in the stark daylight.

When you came back to your apartment you couldn't stop smiling, you weren't used to things working out for you, you just wanted to twirl and dance because of the happiness you were feeling.

There was a sealed envelope in front of the main door, someone had slipped it from outside, you figured that it must have been Mrs Geller, she probably picked up your mails so you grabbed the envelope to see who it was from but it was completely blank, there was no name or address which confused you so you quickly tore the envelope and found a note in there. Your blood ran cold and goosebumps formed all over your skin as you read the content of the note and you had a feeling who it was from, the paper slipped from your hands as you read it over and over again, the implication of those words made you shiver with fear.

"Come back, I miss watching you sleep"

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Note : I know the smut came out of nowhere but that's exactly how it was planned in my head since beginning, i needed it to be this way for their first time, remember it's been like more than 7 months since they had known each other and taking it slow was not working anymore 😄

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[marvelfanfics1]

The King's Midgardian

Summary: Will you submit to the King and finally understand how much you actually need him?

Pairing: dark!soft!daddy!Thor x little!reader

Warnings: dark themes, forced age regression, mentions of kidnapping, stockholm syndrome

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You have been in the dungeons now for 2, no, 3 weeks? You honestly didn't know how long, having lost track of time. The only thing that lets you know if it's day or night is the lights being turned off and on.

You don't know how you ended up here. Actually, you do. Thor said it was because you were disobedient and that you needed to be taught a lesson, understanding that he does this because he loves you.

His sick image of love and care consists of letting him baby you and treat you like a child. There is no way you were going to give in to him.

You couldn't look out of your cell or hear anything outside, the magic barriers preventing you from doing so.

You had nothing in your cell except for a mattress and a colorful blanket. You received food and water two times a day. At first, you threw it around and refused to eat it, but if you were too weak to even move a muscle Thor would have visited you and forced you to swallow the food and water.

Every day is a new battle in your mind to keep sane and not give in to the voices in the back of your head.

You need him.

Let him take care of you.

He is the only one who cares for you.

No, that's not true! You had a family and they must be worried sick, right? They love you.

You placed your hands over your ears, rocking back and forth on your 'bed', whispering to yourself that you'd be free soon and safe in your family's arms.

When you opened your eyes again you gasped. There sat the teddy bear you had since your childhood on the other side of the cell. You immediately crawled over to it, your legs too weak to carry your body, and picked it up. You let out a sob and hugged it.

"Thank you" you whispered not exactly knowing to who, a small part of your brain was just happy to have some comfort.

Thor smiled, standing before your cell with his arms crossed, enjoying seeing you smile for the first time in weeks. He can't wait to see this all the time, but he still has to wait just for a little longer. You're so close to submitting, he knows you are, you have no other choice.

Your cell was far away from the others, Thor took care of that. He doesn't want the other inmates to stare at you, not even the guards were allowed to walk past your cell.

"You know, I could speed up the process anytime," Loki said while walking over to him, making Thor advert his eyes from you to his brother.

"I know, but I want her to do it herself. It won't take long anyways. She will lay in my arms tomorrow" he said watching you talk and cuddle to your stuffie. "Are my chambers ready?"

"Yes, everything is just how you requested," Loki nodded.

They saw you laying down with your teddy under your chin and Thor let the lights be turned off.

The next day you were arguing with yourself, about whether you should just give up or keep fighting, but for what? You tried to fight and now you were in this cell, all alone. You were exhausted, your mind was a puddle and you couldn't think straight anymore.

Would it be so bad to submit to him? He was King and you would be his queen, more specifically his princess. He would do anything for you and it isn't like you didn't enjoy the good moments you had with Thor before you acted out and tried to escape.

Thor took care of you as no one else had before, not even your own parents. Your childhood was a mess and there were plenty of things you couldn't do when you were a child, and Thor made you feel...loved.

You shook your head. No! He kidnapped you! He mentally manipulated you and threatened that your friends and family could be harmed if you didn't listen.

He saved you.

He does this because he cares for you.

Daddy loves you!

Daddy. That word had felt like poison on your tongue when Thor forced you to call him that. But on the other hand, he praised you and smiled brightly any time you did. He had a gorgeous smile and you would be lying saying you didn't smile as well every time.

That made you think of how he had been holding you every night, how you had been sitting on his lap in the throne room. Being his first priority when you made a sound of discomfort.

You now realize how much you actually needed his comforting touch, his calming hums, the reassuring that he will protect and care for you forever.

"Thor," you whispered into your stuffie and started to sniffle, looking around your cell made you feel even more lonely. "Wan cuddles."

All you wanted was to be in his arms, you would be even happy just to hear his voice again, anything. You were getting frustrated.

"I submit to you!" you yelled and stood up with the remaining strength you had.

You were done, you're tired of fighting, you're tired of waiting for help, you just want him.

You need him.

"Pwease!" you cried out but nothing happened and you fell to your knees. "Daddy!"

A few seconds later you felt arms wrapping around you. Looking up you let out a sob when you saw Thor smiling at you with sympathy.

"I'm here, princess," he said and picked you up, starting to walk out of the cell when you suddenly tapped his chest violently. "What's wrong?"

"Teddy..." you mumbled and Thor turned around, seeing your stuffie discarded on the mattress.

He made his way over and leaned down so you could grab it and he smirked when you grabbed the fluffy blanket as well.

While Thor was walking through the palace the people passing you bowed before him but didn't dare look at you, scared of what the King would do to them.

The chamber doors opened themselves and closed behind him. Your eyes widen when you looked around. Thor must have moved rooms because this one was way bigger than his old one and has baby furniture but for your size.

Besides the big bed was a crib that has chains strapped to the bars, a changing table in one corner, there was a small bookshelf with what you assumed were books for children, and a rocking chair standing next to it. What also got your attention was the open toy chest that was filled with toys to the brim, even on the carpet that was laying before it were toys scattered around.

"Let's give you a bath and then it's time for you to go sleep, we have a lot to discuss tomorrow," Thor told you and made his way to the bathroom.

The tub was already filled to the top, with the scent of lavender. He set you down and wanted to take your comfort items from your hands but your grip was tight.

"We don't want them to get wet, now do we?" he asked and you shook your head. "Words please."

"No, daddy," you mumbled and Thor started to strip you out of your clothes, making you blush when you stood naked before him. It made you so humiliated.

He smirked and picked you back up, lowered you into the warm water, and started to wash your hair and body.

You sighed and leaned in his touch when he scratched the soap in your hair.

"Does that feel good, little one?" he asked and when you hummed he chuckled.

Soon he was finished and you were laying in the crib with your stuffie and blankie, in cute disney pj's he must have gotten from earth.

Thor grabbed one of your ankles and cuffed it to one of the bars.

"Now, get some rest " he said and kissed your forehead. "Goodnight, little one."

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[mysticcollectionbee]

Loki S2 Ep.2 (Breaking Brad): Pros & Cons

(SPOILERS!)

First the Bad to get it out of the way:

• Biggest thing I got a problem with: NOT a fan of the TVA brutality thing and really hope the TVA isn't seen as a 'flawed' system but just a system built to be awful. Only thing I agree with Sylvie is that the overall system is bad. And the protags shouldn't be chill using these tactics. Gonna hope this was just a one time thing because of X-5 just being a massive dick and pissing them to an extreme extent (Doesn't make it right, but if someone blamed me for a loved ones death...I might loose my morals a bit too).

• Sylvie being a bitch to Loki FOR NO REASON. Like everything else going on with her I love, but, why is she being horrible to Loki? He didn't betray or stop her. SHE BETRAYED HIM AND SCREWED EVERYTHING OVER, BUT SHE'S THE PISSED ONE?

Now that we got all the bad out of the way, onto the good stuff:

•Badass Loki, with MAGIC, with a bit of intimidation? YES. Sure, I don't like him and Mobius torturing X-5 BUT I'm all for Loki weaponizing his villainous history. And surprisingly keeping his temper under control. Nice.

• Unlike Mobius...My dude ya good? I love what this could be hinting and going for. And also showing that he isn't pure good, but as Loki said, Not all good which is why they get along.

• Loki being the one that kept a cool head and is the one trying to comfort is so interesting! He's never tried doing that for anyone besides Thor in a few small scenes. And that's his brother! He just wants to be there for Mobius and let him have some pie while they chill and talk stuff out, even trying to relate to mobius (albeit a funny ridiculous comparison).

•Both of the time duos being horrible with tech makes a bit too much sense. They are great at manipulating and reading people, but they probably can't build a single IKEA chair.

•CASEY! I love Casey actually becoming more of an important/useful character. And apparently a fan of O.B. So maybe our tech guy won't have to wait hundreds of years for a visitor anymore!

•B-15 being the heart of the team and the TVA, she should be in charge. Please. Also I need an offical name for her and D-90 because I really want to call them by actual names.

•X-5 is an asshole but a well written and neat asshole. I do kinda want him to get back to his movie life, that way he won't be such a dick to the characters I like and he gets to keep having his dream life. Win-win.

• Sylvie gets a fun retirement life please! I don't think her being on the team is good for her or for the team. I think she should only join when her life is endangered and when it's all over get back to it. I used to think she might join Loki and Mobius on maybe continuing fighting Kang after the season is over but like...That's not her fight? Leaver her be. And bad for the team cause well...The morale is already kinda shit and she's gonna be miserable and make everyone else miserable too.

• Just realized this: Is everyone keeping secrets??? Loki seemed to not have been planning to tell the others about the Ravonna and HWR convo until it was needed to mention (Mobius literally was asking, "When were you gonna-" then was caught off), Mobius seems to already know or have a serious fear that he's hiding, B-15 has yet to mention what she saw of her past life despite it obviously leaving an impact, etc.

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[michelleleewise]

Forget Me Not

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, sadness, depression, all the angst, very minor death ideation, mentions of memory loss, anger, minor accusations of cheating, mild swearing

Summary: After you left you try your to accept your Loki is gone, you just hope he's happy.

*the response to this was amazing!! It means so much to me that you guys read and share my work, and I'm so glad you like it. So, because I love you all (and with an insurmountable amount of peer pressure lol) I give you........part 2💚💚

Part one Part two-

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It had been three months since you left the tower, since you left your life behind and the pain hadn't lessened. The man you love haunted your mind. Some nights you would dream of you and Loki, cuddled on the couch and you would wake crying, others you would see him and Mellissa from that night in the kitchen, and you wanted to scream, hit something, burn everything. You had everything you ever wanted and it was snatched from you in the blink of an eye.

Last night, it was the latter. You woke up screaming as your sobs racked your body. Could you die from a broken heart? If so you yearned for it, if nothing else so the dreams would finally cease. You climbed out of bed, making your way to the tiny kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee before going out onto the porch. You sat watching the ocean, trying to clear your mind. You had settled on a small island in the middle of nowhere, only you and one small village on the other side. Secluded, peaceful, lonely.

Deep down you hoped Loki was happy, you had no way of knowing, deciding to go off the grid you had no way to contact anyone, it was better that way. You would never be able to love anyone the way you loved Loki, your heart died the day he didn't know who you were, you had become a shell of who you once were. You knew you were alone, and you always would be.

"Loki! Loki wake up!" Melissa half yelled shaking Loki awake "w...what is it love?" He asks rubbing his eyes. "You were saying her name again." She said glaring at him. "Whose name? What are you talking about?" He asked sitting up. "Y/n! You've been saying her name in your sleep for months, what is the deal?" She asked crossing her arms. "Darling, honestly I have no idea, I don't..." he said looking around. "Do you love her?" She asked "i....I don't know. I don't remember her before my accident, just that she took care of me after, and was kind to me." He said sitting against the headboard.

"I can't do this Loki, I can't be with you when your thinking about her." She said getting up. "Darling, please. She's gone now anyway, and Thor said she most likely won't return." He said getting up following her. He grabbed her waist turning her around "I adore you darling, you know that." He said hugging her, she sighed hugging him back. "I'm going to go get coffee." She said, pulling away getting dressed. "I'll be right there love." He called out as she left.

He sat on the bed, his head in his hands. "Why can't I remember you y/n." He sighed sitting up. His dreams had become flashes of you and him, cuddling on the couch, watching TV, making love to you, if they were dreams or memories He wasn't sure. Thor had told him before you left how much you loved eachother, but his mind was blank, nothing of you was there before the accident and now, you were gone and he couldn't even talk to you about it. He ran a hand through his hair, heading towards the kitchen.

The sounds of Melissa laughing drew his attention as he slowly crept to the doorway, seeing her and the soldier, standing very close, smiling at eachother. He was about to walk out when something down the hall caught his attention. "Thor, what are you doing?" He asked walking towards him. "I'm packing up y/n's things. Its been months, I don't believe she is returning." He sighed setting some boxes down. "Do you need help?" He asked "if your up to it, I would appreciate the help, stark wants all of this in storage." Thor said unlocking the door.

He walked in, setting a couple of boxes on the bed looking around. It felt familiar, comfortable. "Ok, I'll start in the closet, you start with the nightstands." Thor said grabbing some clothes packing them. Loki walked to the nightstand on the right, picking up a book of Shakespeare's sonnets, opening the drawer seeing a small dagger, a green blindfold and a picture of the two of you, the ocean behind you both, his arms wrapped around you as you both smiled at the camera. He packed the other things away, still holding the picture. "Thor.." he called out "what is it brother?" He asked coming up next to him.

"Maybe someday we can come here on our honeymoon." He said holding you tighter "we could stay in a cardboard box, as long as I'm with you Loki." You said smiling at him.

The memory flashed to the front of his mind "Thor, was i......" he started as Thor sighed "Yes, that was the trip you told me you were going to propose, you said she was the one." He said pointing at the picture "But it matters not, she is gone." He said going back to the closet. He slipped the picture in his pocket while Thor wasn't watching and continued packing.

He made his way to the desk, emptying the drawers into a box as he started clearing off the top, seeing an envelope with his name on it. He looked up seeing Thor packing the dresser before folding it and putting it in his pocket, he needed answers and you may have left them for him. They finished packing everything, stacking the boxes by the door "let's go have lunch before we move everything to storage yes?" Thor asked patting his shoulder.

They made their way to the kitchen, seeing Melissa was gone he remembered what he saw this morning "I'll be right back brother." He said heading to his room. Not seeing Melissa there either, he headed for the training room, peeking in he saw her and the soldier, sitting on a bench with her legs draped over his lap, her fingers combing through his hair. Loki slowly back out, leaning against the wall sighing before heading back to the kitchen. "What is wrong brother?" Thor asked handing him a sandwich. "I believe my beloved is going behind my back." He sighed sitting down.

"How do you know?" He asked sitting across from him. "I just saw her and the soldier in the training room." He said looking up as Thor nodded "I am sorry Loki, she was never deserving of you If im being honest." Thor said taking a bite as Loki nodded. He went back to his room that night after helping Thor, seeing Melissa packing her things. "What are you doing?" He asked closing the door. "I can't deal with this Loki, I need someone who loves me, not someone else." She said continuing her packing "like the soldier hmm?" He asked sitting in the chair as Melissa stiffened.

"Did you fuck him?" Loki asked glaring at her "you don't have to be so crude." She said crossing her arms. "Well?" He growled "No, I haven't. But he cares about me." She said "gives you attention more likely." He said rolling his eyes. "I'm over this Loki, enjoy being alone." She huffed, grabbing her box "I'll have the rest of your things packed and outside my room, I don't want you back in here." He growled as she got to the door "Oh don't worry, I won't be." She said slamming the door. He got up locking it before settling on the bed, pulling the picture and letter from his pocket, setting them on the nightstand.

He leaned his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands "Dammit! Why can't I remember!" He yelled as he felt his seidr pulse through him. He leaned against the headboard picking up the letter, turning it in his hands, hoping you had the answers he seeked.....

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[holdmytesseract]

Torn

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "Hey :) can you please write Loki and reader being not yet in a relationship but they know that there is something, and Loki struggles because he knows that Thor also had an eye on her (maybe there's another girl for him …?)? Can be steamy of course 🥰" - Requested by a nonny. :)

Summary: There had always been something between you and Loki. In fact, both of you were head over heels in each other. The problem? Thor.

Warnings: nothing, except the mention of alcohol?

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: I loved this request! :) Hope you guys like it!

It was Saturday on a beautiful summer evening. The Avengers compound was buzzing. Loud music could be heard everywhere. A lot of people were present; dancing, drinking, talking and partying exuberantly. It was - of course, one of Tony's famous party's, what else?

"You know that just staring at her won't get you closer to her, right?"

Loki sat on one of the bar stools with a drink in his hands, donning his all-black suit. To be honest, he didn't even know how he ended up here. He never intended to go on one of this playboy's party's, but then Thor just came in and dragged him along - against his will. He hadn't been at the party for even five minutes and was already annoyed to the core, wanted nothing more than to just get out of this place. He wasn't really welcome anyway, to tell the truth. Loki could gladly relinquish on the stares and looks others on the party gave him. Leaving now would do him a favour and everybody else as well.

He was already about to sneak out behind his brother's back and leave, when she walked into the room. Y/N. The most beautiful creature in all the nine realms Loki had ever laid his eyes upon. Y/N was, just like him, an Avenger. But unlike him, her weapon wasn't magic, no. In fact, she didn't even have 'superpowers' or a 'super suit'. Not that she needed it anyway. Her superpower was her excellent fighting skills, similar to Natasha's. Y/N was that kind of woman who looked pretty and inconspicuous from the outside, but was able to break all of your bones within seconds. That woman could make grown man cry, have them begging on their knees for mercy. And not just that... She was very smart, kind, witty and loved to read. On rainy days you'd find her in the library or somewhere in her room or the living room, nose buried deeply in a book. All in all, Y/N pressed all of Loki's buttons. The God of Mischief had never fallen for a woman - a mortal, that hard and fast. At the beginning he didn't even know what was wrong with him. He tried to deny it and played his feelings for the gorgeous woman across the room off, but at some point, they consumed him, ate him up from the inside, leaving him no choice than to just admit to himself that he was, in fact, in love. Meanwhile, Loki was in so deep, that he failed to hide it from some of the others...

"What?" Natasha sat down beside him on one of the bar stools. "I asked you if you know that just staring at her won't get you closer to her." Loki averted his gaze and rolled his eyes. "So? What does it matter? It's not like I could change anything." Natasha shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?" Loki shook his head and sighed annoyed. "Y/N won't choose me over him and we both know that. Now just leave me alone." The problem? Thor had already casted an eye on Y/N. He was wooing her all the time; was constantly flirting with her and wanted nothing more than to go out with her. Y/N wasn't aversed from Thor - of course she wouldn't be. Who could say no to his oaf of a brother? Loki was certain that there was definitely something going on between them and once again he found himself on the loser side. Once again, he was just the second place. Once again, his brother got everything and Loki nothing. Once again, he lived in the shadow of Thor's greatness. He was sick and tired of this.

Natasha was the one who rolled her eyes now. "How do you know that, if you never even try?" Loki shook his head once again and chugged his drink. "Just leave me alone." "Fine." With those words Natasha stood up, "Stay here and drown yourself in your self-pity, rather than fighting for Y/N." and left the bar. Loki snorted out a laugh. 'Fight for Y/N'... Why should he fight for something he already lost?

Unbeknownst to the Asgardian Prince, had Y/N witnessed the conversation between him and her best friend. Although, she didn't hear what they were talking about, she knew exactly what was going on. Y/N knew that Loki had been staring at her - like he did so often. Y/N knew that Loki had a soft spot for her. And she also knew that he was most likely head over heels for her. The young woman also couldn't deny that there was something between them. Deep down, she knew that she had always harboured a crush on the raven-haired man, from the first moment she saw him entering the Avengers compound. His good looks and that silver tongue of his were more than just attracting. Not to mention his intelligence and mischievousness; or the way he fought so gracefully in a battle. It was safe to say that Y/N wanted nothing more than to kiss those kissable lips of him, roll around the sheets together, call him her boyfriend and take Loki on a date or two. Okay... Maybe in a different order, but the point still stood. The problem? Thor, Loki's older brother had casted an eye on her as well. Y/N felt flattered by Thor's attempts of courting her and she liked the God of Thunder, no doubt, but... Not in that way... He was nice and all. Really a funny and kind guy - a great friend, but nothing more. The thing was, that Y/N didn't quite have the courage to tell it Thor. She was afraid of losing him as a friend or to break his heart... "Oh really now?" Natasha's voice suddenly urged to Y/N's ears. "Wha'?" The Y/H/C haired woman asked her best friend, blinking. "You are staring at Loki now as well? Would you two like to compete in a staring contest, or...?" "Nat..." Y/N said, glaring at the red-haired beauty. "What? It's true! It's more than obvious that you two fancy each other. It's written all over your faces! What are you waiting for? Go, get your man!" Natasha tried to encourage Y/N, but she just sighed and turned away. "I can't, Nat." Her best friend frowned, was more than confused. "Why? What's the problem? He's into you, you're into him..." Another sigh left Y/N's lips. "It's just... Thor... Thor is the problem..." Natasha was now even more confused. "Thor?" Y/N faced her best friend again, nodding. "Yes, Thor... You know that he likes me as well?" "Yes, I've noticed, but why is that a problem?" Y/N looked at Natasha dumbfounded. "Why is that a problem?" She exclaimed. "Why is that a problem?? Nat, there are two men who are obviously in love with me at the same time - and they're brothers!" Nat shrugged her shoulders. "So? I thought you just have eyes for Loki?" "I-I do, but-" "No buts. Tell Thor you're flattered, but not interested. It's simple." Y/N shook her head. "I can't just do that!" "Why?" Natasha practically whined, was on the edge of despair. "Because I don't want to hurt Thor's feelings! I want to keep him as a friend..." The red head took a deep breath. "Okay, I understand that, but think about it... Is it better to probably just hurt the feelings of one person, or leaving you and Loki both heartbroken and unhappy?" Natasha questioned Y/N, then turned on her heels and left. Y/N looked after her best friend, quite baffled. She couldn't deny, that Natasha's words made the gears turn inside her head. What if she was actually right? "Lady Y/N, would you like to dance?" The voice of Thor ripped the young woman out of her thoughts, causing her to spin around. "Thor!" The God of Thunder had a big smile on his face; hand stretched out. "I, uh-" Y/N saw from the corner of her eyes, how Loki looked at her. His eyes were full of emotions. Jealousy, pain, despair... love. She swallowed hard, felt how a lump formed in her throat and how her heart ached for the raven-haired Asgardian Prince. Not for the blonde-haired... "Not now, Thor. Maybe another time. But thank you." Y/N gave him a quick smile, before she passed him by and left the party. She needed space.

Three days had passed since the party. Y/N had taken those days for herself to sort out her thoughts and especially to untangle her feelings. It had been a lot of back and forth, but now she had decided. Therefore, Y/N made her way to the quarters of a certain Asgardian Prince... The young woman inhaled deeply, before she knocked at the door. It took a short while until it got opened, revealing a casually dressed Loki. A thing Y/N didn't get to see very often. Clad in just a black t-shirt and some grey, tight-fitting joggers, the God looked quite surprised at the unexpected visitor. "Y/N?" He asked, blinking. "What are you doing here?" "I-I, uh... I..." She stuttered, overwhelmed by the unusual sight in front of her eyes. Loki looked devilishly handsome. "Sorry, I-" Y/N cleared her throat and took another deep breath. "I am here because I wanted to talk with you." Loki looked quite a bit confused, but stepped aside. "Sure. Come in." She walked inside and Loki closed the door after her. The woman couldn't help but to let her gaze wander and the first thing which caught Y/N's eyes was the huge bookshelf, packed with various books. She knew that Loki loved to read, but she didn't expect this. She loved it. The next thing she noticed, was that the colours of the room were mostly black and green. His colours. The furniture, the walls, the floor - everything. It was beautiful. "Your room is beautiful. I adore the books." Y/N turned to face Loki once again, smiling softly. "Thank you." They just looked at each other for a few moments, before Y/N scraped up all the courage she had and spoke up again. Now or never. "I saw you staring at me at Tony's party and I know why you did it." Y/N could've facepalmed herself for what she said. What a stupid beginning of that conversation... Loki's eyes widened in... shock? Fear? "Y/N, I am so sorry, I- Please let me explain, I-" Loki rambled, tried to explain himself, but Y/N didn't have it. She had quickly noticed that words apparently didn't work for her today, so she decided to try it with actions. She just hoped, that Natasha and her feelings didn't prove her wrong. So, before Loki could even talk further, she quickly bridged the distance between them, stood on her tiptoes and just kissed him. This caught Loki clearly completely by surprise. He froze, couldn't grasp what was happening at first. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was in the middle of a kiss - and that the one kissing him was Y/N. His heart did a somersault, jumped from nought to sixty. Y/N was already on the verge of pulling back from the unrequited kiss, when Loki reacted fast and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her back in. His lips moved against hers, kissing her passionately; eyes fluttering shut. It was an overwhelming feeling for them - and the beginning of something wonderful.

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[your-next-daydream]

I love your work (as I'm sure you already know lmao), and I know you're getting kind of sick of writing for just Wade 😭 so I came to request some other marvel characters for you

I was wondering if you'd mind doing some headcanons/drabbles for Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Loki, Thor, and Bucky Barnes with a reader who's really big into body modification? (Piercings, tattoos, etc.) Even if they don't have that many themself, they're really knowledgeable about stuff like that and find it really fascinating

I look forward to your take on this ❤

I'm combining these requests because they are fairly similar, and I'm trying to get rid of some of my Wade requests that have accumulated. Im also making this as gender neutral as possible since no piercings that require heavily specific body places were requested. I'd like to make mention that I'm a tattoo artist and piercer myself, so I'm very glad I got these requests.

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Natasha Romanoff

She doesn't have that much of an opinion whether her partner has body modifications or not.

That being said, she'll ask questions on if your tattoos have meaning or not, and she'll raise an eyebrow if they don't.

When it comes to piercings, she likes to play with them when she zones out. You two will just be casually laying down, and you'll randomly feel light tugs at your facial or chest piercings if you aren't wearing a shirt.

When it comes to your tattoos, she'll trace the shapes and designs during meetings. Or whenever she doesn't have anything to do when she's bored and wants to touch you.

Admires the fact that you put yourself through pain just to gain artwork on your body.

Wanda Maximoff

She, on the other hand, was confused about why you would willingly put yourself through that.

She's not particularly a fan, but she wouldn't mind too much if you had body mods.

"Are they safe?" She'll ask anytime you wish to get a new one.

After a while, they'll grow on her, and she'll really like them. Mainly because it's a you thing, and she adores you.

Anytime one gets infected, she'll help you out with it. She'll give you a look that says, "Are you so certain these are safe now?"

Doesn't like the smell. I know you know what I'm talking about

Peter Parker

Loves them

Will ask if you want to get a matching piercing on the ears (face ones would interfere with a mask like his)

Whenever he sees jewlery that really reminds him of you, he'll get them if he can.

He'll also play with them if he's zoned out and just whenever he's in private with you.

If you get spider tattoos, if you're in the know about him?

He's kneeling, on the spot.

Asks so SO many questions.

"Did you get the tattoos for meaning or because they are pretty?" "Did you get that pierced for fun or for pleasure?"

If it's for fun, he may not toy with them much in fear of hurting you. If it's for the other one on the hand? He may try to use those to his personal gain.

Loki

He loves the ones on the pleasure spots.

He'll be all over them the second he knows about them/they are healed.

Admires the fact that you put yourself through pain just to adorn yourself.

If he knows the hole won't close up after you take one out. He will magically remove the balls on the end to mess with you.

Ends up having to get you new ones

If you ask nicely enough, he'll consider getting matching ones.

They find out a little late that he doesn't like people with sharp objects near his face.

Needs "restorative cuddles" to fix his pains.

Thor

He's the one to ask, "But what would happen if a magnetized object comes near them?"

He's trying, poor, uneducated soul.

He doesn't mind if his partner has them or not.

He likes poking at your body.

"You are not an ordinary human, I love that about you!"

Asks if you plan to get another one!

(Please get the word play...)

Asks if he can watch the piercing/tattooing/body mod process.

Doesn't enjoy watching you in pain.

Has flipped a table.

He's no longer allowed to go.

Goes anyways

Bucky Barnes

Not particularly a fan of intentionally putting yourself through pain.

If you explain why you do it, then he might be more understanding.

Will ask with a serious face, "Does my arm technically count as a piercing?"

He also likes fidgeting with them and will accidentally lose an ending on a piercing.

Also asks to go with you, he doesn't speak for the most part and let's the people do their job.

He says he didn't like seeing you in pain, but it's something you wanted, so he didn't really have a say.

Doesn't really care what you do, as long as you are happy.

Wade Wilson

Shoots a hole in his ear/face and shouts..."Twinsies!" With a mock giggle

"What the fuck Wade...?" "Aye...you're dating me...and fucking me for that matter."

Would actually get piercings or such with you without a fuss.

If it wasn't for the super healing, that is.

He'll just admire yours from right up close and personal with you.

Will ask if you would consider getting certain mods.

Definitely asks if you'll get the ones on your more pleasurable areas.

You have to remind him you don't heal as fast.

Loves your body and your mods.

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