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~5900 words of Loki fluff

Pairing: Loki x gender neutral reader (platonic)

My last few fics have been a little heavy, including on the romance, so here’s some pure ruthless ler!Loki platonic fluff

Based on this anon prompt (I excluded pronouns to make the reader gender-neutral):

How about a very cheeky and unafraid reader who likes to tease and playfully insult Loki (like calling him old or boring, or something like that) because she wants to get a reaction out of him. And initially he doesn’t do anything, because he can’t even believe she dares talking to him like that, but at one point he’s finally like “okay, enough” and retaliates after he or another avenger finds out she’s ticklish.

CW: swearing, the briefest passing mention of sex. Otherwise SFW

Loki was, quite frankly, astounded by the sheer gall of some mortals.

Adjusting to life on Midgard did not come without its teething issues. He found the food they indulged in to be horrifically processed and far too plastic-like. A majority of the “entertainment” they’d gather to watch on the TV in the living room left a lot to be desired. The clothing they’d lounge around in, in front of other people, often made him believe they’d no respect for their image at all.

On Asgard, even when he would plan to see no one all day, Loki respected himself enough to dress according to his status in life. He respected himself enough to eat the best foods and only indulge in the most captivating books with depth - the stories would be full of love, adventure, sex, philosophical meaning. A far cry from the reality TV which made him consider attempting another hostile takeover just to rid the realm of that particular brand of media.

Perhaps one of the biggest adjustments he was slapped in the face with was that on Midgard, he was not a Prince. He was a god, yes, but not even a majority of Midgardians believed he was real. He scoffed at the thought, thinking of how a substantial minority of them still assert his attack on New York was somehow staged by their own government. He rather liked that theory, actually. It made him chuckle.

Being a Prince on Asgard came with all the perks of the title. Power, respect, riches, respect, a palace, servants, respect. That one he thought of all too often: the respect. It seemed to be lacking among this vigilante crew, and there was one particular little cretin who loved to prove to Loki he was no Prince on Midgard.

You’d given Loki a toothy grin on his first day in the Compound. As Thor showed him to his room you were on your way back in from a meeting in the city, dressed very professionally, not a hair out of place, but as you greeted the brothers something on your face broke and you looked ten years younger. You quipped a fast introduction, promising to say a proper hello once you’d freed yourself of the tyranny of tailored clothing. Those were the actual words you’d used.

“Don’t be fooled by that one,” Thor chuckled in a low voice to Loki as you fell out of earshot. “Young, small, seems innocent enough, but…”

“But?”

“Vicious.”

Loki had to doubt Thor, his ever-dramatic elder sibling. Though if he were being honest, he’d admit the dramatics ran through the house of Odin quite effortlessly. Nevertheless, Loki was intrigued by you. You did, in fact, give him a proper hello later when you’d thrown off the charcoal grey pinstriped shackles and settled yourself into breathable clothing for exercising.

“Have you seen the gym?” You‘d asked Loki with your eyebrows raised.

Loki pursed his lips, still sizing you up. “No,” he replied slowly.

“Come with me, I’ll show you the ropes.”

Thor‘d given him a stern word about not being an insufferable snark to the mortals he would be living with for the foreseeable future, so Loki allowed himself to be led to the workout room. He walked slightly behind you, which seemed to get to you a little bit, and that made him smirk.

When you entered the gym, he had to admit it was rather impressive. It was an enormous room sectioned off into different areas for different types of exercise. Free weights and machines dotted a part of the room one would have to climb a small set of stairs to access. A section with large plastic mats, you explained, was for sparring, practising hand-to-hand, teaching each other, stretching, it was versatile. He was led over to an area with punching bags.

“Red is for mere mortals, black is for super-strengthers such as you Asgardians, Cap, Bucky, Wanda on a good-… or, bad day,” you shrugged.

“You really think my strength is equivalent to that of your super-soldiers?” Loki asked flatly. You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be insecure, I’m sure you’re just as strong as them,” you smiled.

“That’s not-“

”I’m kidding,” you chuckled warily, then nodded to a black bag. “Give it a try. If you break it in less than a minute I’ll do your dishes for a week.”

“You tend to your own dishes?” Loki scoffed. You raised your eyebrows again.

“Yes,” you smiled amusedly, then nodded at the bag. Who was he to refuse? He stepped right up to it and readied himself, but you held a hand out. “Sans magic,” you stipulated. Loki smirked and ducked his head in agreement.

Oh how he wished to wipe that shit-eating grin from your cheeks when the minute was up and that bag was still in tact and standing.

“We tested it on Thor,” you explained without a hint of trying to make him feel embarrassed. “Feel free to use any of this stuff any time.”

Loki gathered his breath from his attack on the bag and stood to his full height, dusting his clothes before nodding politely. “Is that all?”

For the faintest moment, he saw your face fall. You recovered rather quickly, but it was enough time for him to have the smallest bit of guilt nag at his mind. You seemed earnest, if not a little over-enthusiastic.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you laughed to cover up whatever emotion had been felt and pulled a small pod from your pocket which, he learned when you opened it, contained wireless earbuds. “I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.”

Loki left the room, but not before he saw you take a few warm-up hits at a red punching bag. Your form was good. Your accuracy seemed honed, deadly. There was an intensity in your strikes that made him understand Thor’s choice of the word vicious. He lurked in the doorway for perhaps too long but, if you’d noticed, you didn’t mention it.

As the weeks and months went on, Loki learned you hadn’t been put off attempting to converse with him despite his cool demeanour on the day you’d met. There was a hesitance in you the first couple of weeks when you’d come across him, but there was something in your stance that let him know it wasn’t because you were afraid of him. No, you didn’t seem to harbour any sort of fear towards him. He wasn’t sure whether or not he liked that.

“Oh, here,” you’d come across him one day in the kitchen attempting to work the coffee machine. “The lever sticks,” you gritted your teeth and pulled it hard. “I’m gonna need super strength one day to turn this thing on.”

“Tony doesn’t fix it because you drink too much. It’s for adults only,” Bucky teased as he walked in during your instruction. You were hardly a child, but noticeably younger than most of the team. Except for the spider child who still lived with his aunt.

“What about senior citizens?” You shot back. Loki smirked, Bucky sneered and laughed sarcastically, and seemed to take your joke in good stride as he continued on his thoroughfare. “Wait, Bucky! Did you ever get your letter from the President for turning a hundred? Can I see it?”

“I hate you!” He called back and you grinned. The machine kicked in and started brewing the coffee.

“There,” you smiled.

Loki looked at you curiously. “Do you make a habit of antagonising those much more powerful than you?”

“Define powerful,” you furrowed your brow and leaned against the opposite counter. Clearly you wanted some of this coffee too. The strong aroma began to fill the kitchen as Loki pondered your request.

“Bigger, stronger, faster, quicker healing abilities, honed super-senses…” Loki waved his hand as if the list could go on.

“Alright,” you ducked your head to the side and stuck your tongue against your cheek. “I could throw a verbal rock at anyone in here and get off Scott-free. I’m on their team, I’ve got their trust, I’ve got their loyalty. If anything happened to me, they’d avenge me. How’s that for power?”

Loki huffed a laugh and ducked his own head. “You really believe you could, as you say, throw a verbal rock at me and get away with it?”

You blinked. “What would you do?”

Loki opened his mouth to respond and was horrified to realise he had nothing to say. He couldn’t be particularly cruel, considering how badly Thor would react. He was far too strong to fight you over a little insult, he supposed he could pull a good prank here or there, subject you to some mischief, but there truly wasn’t a lot he could do to stop you. He squinted ever so slightly as he saw a big smile spread across your cheeks. Pulling two mugs from the cupboard behind you, you filled each with some coffee and wordlessly passed one to Loki, catching his eye.

“You are not above reprimand,” he warned, but was intrigued by your confidence.

“And you aren’t able to answer my question,” you cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, I get Earth time might move different. It’s okay to be a slow-witted at first. I’m sure you’ll catch up.”

Loki scoffed and blinked, a stupefied smile curling onto his lips. He couldn’t quite believe the insolence with which you spoke to him. The gall, the impudence, the brazenness of your words. He was a god, and you dared to call him slow-witted?

You shrugged and then took a sip of your coffee before giving him a cheeky smirk and walking out of the kitchen. There was a pep in your step, an air of victory he knew all too well considering he was the one who usually wore it.

No. He’d find a way to rip the audacity from your fingertips. He’d find a way to make you feel the consequences of engaging in a battle of wits with the God of Mischief.

From that point forward, Loki found himself taking more notice of how you conducted yourself in social situations. He was surprised to see that it wasn’t all that uncommon for the others in the Compound to verbally spar as you did, even when you weren’t involved. Perhaps he was surprised because none of it came his way, since you were the only one who was fearless enough to playfully insult him. Other than Thor, of course, when he could conjure the wit.

He noticed you picked your moments of cheekiness carefully and you never overdid it. You rarely let someone get a jab in at you without sending one back, but you weren’t quick to simply throw something out there for the sake of it. Perhaps because you didn’t want to come across as immature, or cruel. Though, nothing you said was ever cruel; the quips were personalised, sure, but never something that would genuinely hurt someone’s feelings. You didn’t strike him as immature either.

Through his observations, Loki surmised it was, truly, all in good fun. And if that were the case, well, he had to throw his hat in the ring and show these Midgardians a thing or two about wielding a silver tongue.

“Won‘t this have you bouncing off the walls like a small child?” Loki asked one day as he saw you eating some unspeakably sugar-filled snack. You shrugged and offered him some, which he quickly decline.

“Oh, I forgot,” you‘d said as your feigned forgetfulness. “You’re already sweet enough, Loki.”

Loki rolled his eyes and walked away, but the next day made a particularly well-placed joke in the presence of a lot of the team. One at your expense. You’d shot back an unbelievably quick jab at him, bringing a chorus of “ooh’s” from those around.

Loki’s jaw set. “You should watch your tone, Agent, when in the presence of a god,” He replied cooly. You, from your space on the couch, looked up from your phone and widened your eyes, seemingly looking a little embarrassed.

“You’re right…” Then, a flash of playfulness shone through your eyes as you turned and looked at his brother. “Thor, if you may, please forgive the rudeness of the words I uttered in front of you.”

The few others in the room chuckled as you turned back to your phone without looking at Loki. He laughed humourlessly, once, through his nose, and analysed your demeanour. You looked rather pleased with yourself for that one.

So Loki started doing small things, instead of saying them, to mess with you as you did with him.

He’d use his clones to perform jump scares:

“Nice try, Loki. This projection doesn’t have enough hair gel to actually be you.” You’d called to the void.

He cast illusions to have snakes slither out from under the couch you were sitting on:

“This one’s cuter than the last. I like how you made it look more venomous,” you’d laughed and turned your head to see him in the doorway.

He shifted away an armchair as you went to sit down, making you tumble to the floor:

“There are better ways to get me to fall for you,” You’d laughed with a wink and a sly gin.

Loki couldn’t seem to get under your skin the way you’d had his. Until one day when he came across you and Thor in the kitchen. Loki was on his way in to prepare some food, but stopped in his tracks and hid in the shadows just outside the kitchen when he heard a noise of frustration come from you. It was an unfamiliar sound. He was curious.

“Someone put my water bottle up too high,” you huffed to Thor. Loki smirked as he leaned in the doorway, unnoticed. Perhaps a bit of a childish prank, Loki thought to himself as he’d magicked the bottle far out of anyone’s reach the previous day. Though, satisfying nonetheless.

“Allow me,” Thor valiantly reached up to the highest shelf to be your saviour, but found even he couldn’t reach it. He strained for a few seconds before turning to you. “On my shoulders, young one.”

“I am well and truly an adult by Midgard’s standards,” you reminded him as you nonetheless took his offer and placed your legs around the back of his neck. “We might even be the same age if you calculate by percentage of life expectancy.” You mused as your fingers closed around the bottle. “Got it!”

Instead of leaning down again, Loki watched on as Thor’s hands closed around your waist and lifted you up and forwards. His hold on your sides slipped higher as the smooth fabric of your shirt bunched up, so he tightened his grip at his hands to keep you safe as he lowered you to the floor. Then, the most fascinating thing happened. Loki slipped a bit further into the hallway as he watched the scene unfold.

Thor’s fingers had all dug a little bit into your ribs, your plastic bottle dropped and clanged about the floor as you flinched and squirmed and a small laugh bubbled over your lips.

Oh, how splendid. Loki grinned. The insubordinate little spy is ticklish.

“Thor,” you scolded in a loud whisper as the thunderous god laughed and set you on your feet. Loki saw you blush and pick up your bottle as Thor smirked at you. “You did that on purpose,” you muttered.

“I meant only to assist you,” Thor chuckled and ruffled his hands through your hair before poking your stomach. You flinched and stepped back.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned. “I have to get to training with Steve.”

“Don’t your exercise regimes begin with activity meant to raise the heart rate?” Thor wiggled his fingers towards your torso, making you yelp and jump away before he could make contact.

“Nuh-uh,” you laughed nervously. “Let’s keep this between you and me?” You looked at him hopefully as you filled your water bottle in the sink. Loki saw his brother grin and nod.

“Best hope my brother isn’t made aware of your sensitivity,” Thor warned.

Loki smirked from the shadows. Too late.

“Aww, you’d come to my rescue, wouldn’t you?” You joked with the elder Asgardian.

“And put myself between Loki and his target? Not a chance, little one,” Thor’s booming chuckled resounded throughout the kitchen.

Perhaps Thor wasn’t too daft after all.

Loki rescinded further into the shadows as you exited out the opposite door. Delighted with his newfound knowledge, he could hardly wait for the next moment you dared to throw a taunt his way. He smirked to himself as he wondered how wide your eyes would open, how deep your stomach would drop and how fast your heart would race when you realised you were about to pay for every ounce of disrespect you’d ever dished out.

Oh, it would be glorious.

A couple of days later, Loki came across you working late in the kitchen. It wasn’t unusual for you to forgo the desk in your room, or decline use of one of the studies in the Compound when you did your paperwork. You seemed to enjoy the interruptions and the proximity to coffee and food which the kitchen island provided. When he walked in you looked up from where you were scribbling some thought in a notebook next to the laptop you were working on.

“Hey,” you smiled.

Loki nodded back. “Evening. More mind-numbing recounting of missions past?”

You sighed and nodded, then seemed to remember something. “Oh, Loki, How old are you?”

“What do you ask for?“

“I’ve been wondering which one of us is older in human years,” you grinned, opening your notebook to a blank page and looking at him expectantly. Loki scoffed and folded his arms.

“What ever for?”

“Humour me.”

Loki pursed his lips and squinted as he leaned against the counter, mentally mapping the route he’d carry you to the common area to enact his torture if you dared turn this into a dig at him. As he pondered, he found himself actually hoping you’d act out. Who’s to say exactly why. Perhaps because he was bored, perhaps he was feeling devious, or simply because he was the God of Mischief. So, he indulged you.

“One thousand and fifty-four.”

”And the average Asgardian life expectancy is five to six thousand years?” You looked up from where you were scribbling on a piece of paper. “Human life expectancy is around eighty so… oh my g- Loki,” you giggled. “You’re very young in Midgardian years.”

He chuckled. “I’m over a Millenia in age.”

“But you’re not older than me relative to our lifespans.”

“Your point being?”

“I think you should start respecting me as your elder,” you grinned and folded your arms, leaning against the back of the stool.

“I beg your pardon?” He raised an eyebrow. Waiting… just waiting for the tease he could see on the tip of your tongue.

“I have seniority. I’m your superior,” you declared. He narrowed his eyes as you nodded to the ground. “Perhaps you should kneel.”

There it was.

“That’s it,” he sneered and rounded the corner towards you. He saw your smirk falter; he’d never physically responded to your teasing so this was entirely new territory. “I’ve had quite enough of your little comments, Agent,” he grabbed you, wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he pulled you from the stool.

“L-Loki, what the hell?!” You pushed on his arms and flailed your feet out, nearly knocking the stool over in the process.

“I think it’s high time you learn some respect for your gods,” Loki huffed, hoisting you to the side to bring one arm down to wrap around your kicking legs. “Learn how powerless you really are compared to me.”

“Loki,” you gritted your teeth and eyed the door he was about to walk past. “What‘re you gonna throw me in the pool?” You scoffed, still struggling, then quietly stammered as he ignored your question and walked past the door. “… Loki?” You winced, but he knew he wasn’t hurting you. He knew you were a little nervous.

He emerged from the hallway into the living room and walked over to deposit you back-down on the carpet in the middle of the floor before swinging a leg over your hips to hold you in place.

“Who knew,” Loki began undoing the buttons at his wrist as you pushed against his knees at your sides, “That deciding to hide a drinking bottle would lead to such an excellent discovery,” He whispered loudly in mock amazement as he watched you intently.

He watched your face morph from confusion to thought. Your eyes darted around in recollection of the evening in the kitchen with Thor, your gaze settled on a place near the couch as you recalled the evening, squinting and furrowing your brow as your memory told you what Loki knew. Then, you looked back up at him with wide eyes.

“Wait, wahait,” you spluttered and pushed against his knees again, trying to squirm out from underneath him. Loki grinned deviously and chuckled as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows tauntingly slowly.

“Tsk,” he titled his head. “No snide remarks, Agent? No threats, no little quips left in you?” He tilted his head the other way as he watched you giggle nervously, clearly sensing how screwed you were. He watched you swallow hard then shoot your eyes around his body to look for places you could fight. A flash of mischief crossed your eyes and so Loki narrowed his own.

You pushed against his knees with both hands, digging your heels into the floor behind him, but he didn’t budge. You blushed, but smirked as you noticeably bit your tongue; you had a witty retort left in you.

“Do what you will, Loki,” you said. He heard your heart race. “But…” you tapped on his legs and smirked up at him. “You’re kneeling for me.”

Loki laughed a deep and malicious rumble, intended to make you feel uneasy, and was delighted to see that it seemed to have worked. He leaned down over you and grabbed your wrists in his hands. “I am going to relish in your screams for mercy,” he slammed your hands above your head and saw your confidence drop, “Savour every plea,” he leaned in closer to glare menacingly in your eyes, chuckling when you licked your lips nervously and looked away. “Take delight in every tear that falls from your eyes as I find the places that make you want to jump out of your skin, and exploit them until you’re an incoherent deluge of laughter.”

He sat up as you opened your mouth to say something, but whatever it was succumbed to the laughter that immediately began bubbling out of you when he suddenly released your wrists and latched ten fingers against the sides of your ribcage. He laughed as you yelled out when he dug his fingers in, pressing them in and around all the sensitive crevices he could get his hands on.

“LOHOKI!” You shrieked, throwing your head back and immediately thrashing underneath him. “HEHEHLP!” You called out for anyone who might be able to hear you, pounding your heels desperately against the floor.

“You think the others will save you?” Loki asked, slipping his fingers further around to the back of your ribs and laughing sharply when he was rewarded with a long squeal before a loud stream of giggles fell through your lips.

“YEHES!” You whimpered. “HEHELP MEHEE!” You yelled out, clamping your arms down as best you could but not being able to do much to stop it.

“Rather foolhardy of you to assume they wouldn’t join in the fun,” Loki smirked, pausing his torture to allow you to think about it.

“Thehey… they’d h-help me,” you tried to convince him, or yourself, he didn’t know, as your heels dug into the floor to once again try to get some traction to throw him off. Your head snapped towards the entrances to the living room as several pairs of footsteps came pounding towards you all, led by Steve and Thor. “HELP!” You squeaked before Loki growled and dug his fingers back into your rib cage, demonstrating the cause of your cries to all who ran in.

Loki saw you gasp as no one made a move or a noise to get Loki to stop, simply chuckling as they watched from the sidelines. “H-HEHEY!” You squeaked and lifted your head to look over indignantly. “S-someone, a-ha-anyone H-HELP-HAHA NO!” Loki’s fingers shifted to your belly, making you fall back and writhe harder underneath him.

“The good Agent needs to learn a lesson in respect,” Loki called to Thor, Steve, Wanda and Bruce without taking his eyes off you. “Does anyone care to disagree?” He paused again as you tried to gather your wits about you. Looking over to the small audience, he was delighted to see them all grinning and laughing. Bruce looked a little concerned and whispered something to them, but Thor waved a dismissive hand and Loki caught the gist that his brother was assuring the others you’d be fine.

“Good luck,” Wanda teased with a wave, making your jaw drop as they all turned and left the room.

“NO, WAIT! TRAITORS, COME BAHAHACK LOKIHI! LOKI!”

Loki was relentless as he kneaded at your hips, depressing his thumb into the soft skin next to the bone as he drilled and toggled little circles into the susceptible area. You‘d let out a giggly scream when he’d started, one that was quite adorable, so he couldn’t bear to stop. Your cheeks turned rosy as your laughter pitched up a notch at his relentlessness, then he felt your futile grip around his wrists begin to weaken as your body did from all the exertion. Once again he heard your feet scramble against the floor behind him.

“Does the kicking really make it more bearable?” He teased, releasing his pressure on your hips. You laughed residually and sucked air while you could. “I asked you a question, Agent,“ he gritted his teeth and dug his fingers in once. You shrieked and kicked your feet out again, nodding helplessly to answer him. “Hmm,” Loki smirked and removed his hands. “Let’s fix that, then.” He twisted his torso and shot some magic down towards your ankles, fixing the heels of your shoes to the floor.

“NOHOHO!” You squeaked as you lost the ability to move your legs. “N-no, Loki, pl-plehease,” your glassy eyes begged him as you held your hands in front of you protectively. You couldn’t hide your smile though, or that flash of excitement in your eye that told Loki you were perhaps enjoying this more than he thought you would. He didn’t mean to traumatise you, of course, but he wondered if this was a sufficient punishment. No matter. He couldn’t deny he was having a bit of fun at least, so there wasn’t much need to stop now.

He snatched your wrists into one of his hands and held them against his own chest, pulling your shoulders from the ground. You shook your head as you watched his other hand descend and gently scratch his fingers against the middle of your belly. He watched how you giggled helplessly and felt your legs attempt to move amidst his magic. You looked down at your legs, then closed your eyes and ducked your face from his view as he shifted to wrap his hand around your side and wiggle his thumb into the side of your belly.

“OHMYGOHAHA!” You screeched and yanked on your arms.

“Well, now,” Loki lowered his voice to one of gravelly intimidation.

“N-... No,” you whispered loudly, falling back as Loki let you pull your wrists from his grasp. “I’m sorry,” you panted and giggled nervously once again straining against the magic fixing your feet to the floor. You swatted at Loki’s hands as they pushed past your defences and settled around your torso, thumbs poised at the spaces where your stomach was becoming your sides. “I’m sorry, I’m SOHORRY!” You squeaked and clutched his wrists, pushing with all your might. He barely felt it.

He let all the humour drop from his face and hardened his glare, then smirked at how your eyes widened with the realisation that he wasn’t going to show any mercy. Not today.

Loki drilled his thumbs in with pinpoint accuracy, finding the horribly ticklish spots that made you struggle and cackle underneath him. “LOKI, LOKIHI, LOKI!” You squeaked, falling back into that desperate cackling laughter as he grinned down and exploited the weak spots. You weakly batted at his hands. “PLEHEASE! PLEASE! IHI’M SORRYHY!”

“Dear me,” he laughed, letting up to allow you to catch your breath. Though, the very second he saw you relax he grabbed your wrists, pulled them to be pinned beneath his knees, and dove back into those same spaces, amazed at how loud he could make you laugh by wiggling his thumbs into your abdomen.

“LOKIHI IHI CAHAN’T- IHI- AHA NOHO!” Your loud shrieking belly-laughter was music to his ears, making him laugh along with you

“Now, let’s see,” Loki said loudly over your noise. “What was it again that you were saying to me?” He slid his hands higher and dug his thumbs into the fronts of your lowest ribs, making you jolt and jump beneath him. “You’re my superior?”

”IHI STAHAND BYHYHY IT!” You yelled, suddenly regaining your defiance. Loki scoffed and shifted his hands much higher, twisting his wrists, slipping his fingers into the spaces beneath your arms as his thumbs drilled into the very sides of your upper ribs. You took a mighty breath in and let out screaming laughter as he settled into rhythm. After several long seconds, your laughter fell silent as your body shook and twitched with the ticklish reactions.

“Regretting all those little comments now, Agent?” Loki laughed evilly and pulled his hands away to let you respond.

“Noho,” you shook your head. “I-hi was- LOKI!” You fell back into laughter when he couldn’t resist pinching at one of your hips again. You snivelled and squirmed, unable to move much except your shoulders in your current position. He stilled his hand against your hip, but kept it there as a warning.

“No?” He squeezed again just once. “You don’t regret it?” He looked at you curiously. How in the Nine Realms did you still not-

“I w-wahas only dohoing it to mahake you feel wehelcome,” you coughed a little, still giggling and squirming from the sheer placement of his hand.

Loki’s brow furrowed. He scanned your face for any obvious sign this was a lie to get him to stop, but you only looked a little worn out, mostly playful and a little dishevelled. “I beg your pardon?”

You’d caught your breath a bit more by now, so laughed at Loki’s confused expression. “We all mehess with each other,” you started. “But no one seemed to mess with you. It’s like… verbal affection, teasing someone a little bit. I only did it to make you feel more at home.”

A faint blush graced your cheeks and Loki immediately softened with understanding. He may have felt more sheepish for torturing you if you didn’t appear to think it had been all in good fun. He was speechless, though. How does one reply to that, after having dished out a punishment for the crime of wanting to help him assimilate?

You seemed to read where he was at, so you laughed again. “You‘re allowed to make fun of me too,” You assured him. “I’d actually prefer it.“ Your face turned cheeky. “For the God of Mischief, I was really expecting some better comebacks.“

Loki allowed a grin to spread to his cheeks. “What do I need a verbal attack for, when a simple wiggling of fingers makes my point so well?” He clawed at the centre of your belly for a few brief seconds, laughing as you spluttered out a few squealing laughs.

“Thahat’s not fair,” you warned with a laugh.

“Oh, but tickling is a bonding exercise, Agent,” he teased with a growl, renewing his attack by kneading his hands roughly at your hipbones. You let out a small scream and arched your back in desperation as you once again fell into fits of giggly laughter. “I thought you wanted to help me feel as though I were part of the team,” he teased again, sliding his hands behind him to test if squeezing the muscles above your knees would work on you.

He was not disappointed. He fastened his thumbs and middle fingers into points on the sides of your lower thighs and squeezed remorselessly at the meat on your still-trapped-in-place legs. At first you just giggled and squirmed, but as he continued without relent and added more pressure, occasionally shifting his hands further up or down the spot, you fell into loud hiccupy laughter. “NAHAHA!” You shut your eyes and shook your head. “I CAHA- LOKI!” Boisterous laughter built in your chest and spilled over as his fingers weeded out the spots and pace that really made you shriek. Loki watched as you submitted yourself to the fate and allowed your body to thrash hopelessly, as much as it could, beneath him. Then, when your laughter went silent and tears of mirth had pooled in your eyes, he finally ended his punishment.

“Gohod,” you coughed and he pulled you wrists from under his knees, draping your tired limp arms over your own stomach. “Y-You’re dead ruthless,” he saw you relax your body against the carpet and catch your breath further.

“It comes with the title,” he chuckled and stood up over you, extending a hand down to help you to your feet. You accepted and were pulled up to stand, stretching your neck and back once you were on solid ground. Loki bit back a smirk when he saw how you swayed from fatigue and exertion.

“So is that gonna happen every time I poke a little fun?” A small smile broke onto his cheeks at your wary expression.

“Perhaps only for the greater transgressions,” he winked.

You laughed nervously as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Noted, Your Majesty.”

“Highness.”

”Huh?”

“Your Highness,” he corrected.

“I’m not royalty.”

“No, I mean-….” he set his jaw when he realised your trick, flashing you something dangerous in his eyes. “Are you quite mad?” He threatened. Before you could respond, he lurched forward and swung you over his shoulder without hesitation. “Perhaps the pool is a good idea, considering you still seem to have some audacity left in you.”

“That couldn’t have been a greater transgression,” you argued with a groan and pounded on his back.

Too bad you’d shown your hand; he knew this playfulness was exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you thought would help him feel more comfortable around you and the others. He couldn’t say you were completely wrong - about it breaking the ice which he felt encased in.

So as he carried your squirming, cheeky, struggling self out the door, onto the deck and watched as your screaming form broke the surface of the water, he allowed himself to smile warmly. Oh, you tenacious thing. You wouldn’t let him get away with being an outcast, even to the point of your near demise at his hands.

So when you leapt out of the pool and ran at him, throwing your soaking wet arms around his waist, he let you wrestle him towards the edge before he pushed you in once again.

Now that there was someone so willing to engage in his mischief, Loki thought, perhaps life of Midgard wouldn’t be too unbearable after all.

#Loki x reader #ler!loki #loki x reader #loki tickle #loki x you #tickle fic #tickle fluff #lee!reader #loki fluff #loki tickle fic #marvel fluff #loki fic #gender neutral reader

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idiotic-genius · 4 years

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Describing and associating color

First of all, it’s important to understand the associations people already have to colors, so here’s a quick general guide:

Yellow- Happiness, bright, sunny

Orange- Warmth, fire, jumpy

Red- Soulfull, energetic, boldness

Purple- Noble, rich, calming

Blue- Deep, mysterious, darkness / moderness, brightness, flying

Green- Nature, untouched, uncivilized / kindness, energy, daytime

Brown- Terrestrial, grounded, natural

Black- Nighttime, dark, peaceful/scary

White- Innocence, cleanness, pure

Now for the comparison of colors to things that are not a color but typically have a certain shade of one. That’s not only helping the reader to better imagine the exact color you mean, but also to subtly pushing their emotional state in a certain direction. If you e.g. compare someone’s haircolor to something pleasant, the reader will subconsciously like the character better. Contrary to that, when you compare something with unpleasant things, it makes the reader’s mind associate that thing described being unpleasant even though you didn’t specifically said it was. Here’s an exaggerated example:

“The walls were as green as those small plants you can buy at Ikea.”

vs.

“The walls were as green as that invisible algae that touches your leg when you’re swimming in a lake.”

If you read the first sentence in a room’s description, it would make you subconsciously think of it as cute and bright because you associate it to cute and bright things like small Ikea plants. However, the second comparison rather gives you an uneasy and oppressive mindset about the room described.

Many colors have overused comparisons, like green and emeralds or blue and the sky. If you want to use those, it’s of course okay and simple, but also consider using things not many authors use to compare colors to, because it gives you something special the reader will remember. It’s your choice if you want to make those comparisons funny, relatable, weirdly specific or just fancy and special. Here are a few examples of things to compare colors to for some of those categories that can e.g. use by writing “Their hair was [color] in a way that reminded me of [comparison].”

Weirdly specific/funny

Yellow- Pikachu’s forehead, the frenchiest fry McDonalds ever made for me

Orange- Trump, garbage truck that comes every tuesday

Red- Weasley hair, Elmo’s prettiest curl, Knuckles the Echidna

Purple- An evil Minion, that one tasty grape that’s better than the others

Blue- The tardis’ front door, that one pair of jeans you kinda like but never wear

Green- Kermit’s ruff, Mike Wazowsky, Shrek’s ears, Yoda but only in VI

Brown- Gumba’s shoes, Timon and Pumbaas’ supposed lovechild

Black- A cat with green eyes named Loki, Buttercup from Powerpuff Girls’ hair

White- Some paper you stare at in class because you don’t know what to write

Grey- Karen’s hair before she dyed it, my favorite werewolf’s fur at their neck

Rare/special

Yellow- A bumblebee, a daffodil, happiness

Orange- A lion’s mane, sandstone, a salamander

Red- Fire bricks, chili, imperialism

Purple- Heathers, summer rain, dusk

Blue- [random specific ocean], a swimming pool, an iceberg, space

Green- A post-apocalypse, mint ice cream, seafoam, the jungle

Brown- Ginderbread, cinnamon, walnut, espresso, syrup

Black- Leather jackets, charcoal, ravens

White- Winter frost, antique ghosts, bleached parchment

Grey- Evening shadows, summer thunderstorm clouds, sea stones

Next up is the description of the colors without comparisons. Here are some cool words to avoid cliche descriptions with by saying e.g. “They were dressed in [word] [color].”

bleached – very pale by chemicals/sunlight

bleak – gloomy

blotchy – patchy

bold – clear, strong in colour (thus easy to notice)

brash – unattracively colorful

brilliant – intense

clean – clear and fresh

cold – (a color mixed with) white, blue, or grey

cool – colours mixed with blue or green

delicate – pleasant, but not too strong

dusty – a color mixed with grey

electric – metallic (mostly blue and green)

festive – bright and colourful

fiery – very bright in colour (mostly red, orange, yellow)

fluorescent – seems to reflect light

glistening – shiny

glowing – seems to emit soft light

harsh – very bright in an unpleaseant way

jazzy – bright, colourful, and attractive

loud – ‘very bright’ as in ‘bad taste’

mellow – soft and warm

opalescent – seems to change color/hues

pastel – pale and soft

rich – strong in a good way

sepia – ‘old’, colors mixed with yellow-brown-red

soft – pale, gentle

splashy – brightly coloured

tinged/tinted – a color with another color hidden in it (e.g. reddish blond)

vibrant – bright and colourful

violent – so bright it almost hurts

vivid – strong, lively

warm – (a color mixed with) yellow, red, or orange

watery – pale

I hope this helps you guys to better describe colors and create associations for your reader through comparison :)

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thermodynamic-comedian · 2 years

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things we desperately need in the mcu:

proper clint barton portrayal.

don't get me wrong. i loved the hawkeye series. but i still didn't like it as much as the matt fraction comic book series. i still don't think we have our blue-eyed, working class, blond, hard of hearing, sunglass wearing archer that we know and love from the comics. first of all, the mcu still has not properly adressed clint's backstory. which is about as good as completely erasing it. where is barney?? erasing him from clint's story already means that it isn't the same clint barton as in the comics. replacing bobbi morse with laura (no offense to laura, i still love her) erases the entire mockingbird/hawkeye storyline that's pretty fucking important to who clint is as a person.

the west coast avengers.

(yes i made it the bi flag colors on purpose)

i fucking adore the west coast avengers. if they were presented into the mcu (somehow), that would mean we'd get both hawkeyes in one team, gwenpool (i cannot verbally express how much i want gwenpool in the mcu), mockingbird (i'd honestly be fine with laura being mockingbird; as long as they'd do it the right way), kid omega (dunno much about him; has cool hair and is a kid), and all those other amazing characters and storylines that the west coast avengers went through.

the thunderbolts.

ok. this is something we could possibly, realistically have; the thunderbolts consist of helmut zemo (who went by the alias "citizen V" during these times; which is just an objectively cool alias to have), techno (the fixer), mach-1 (beetle; who'd also be awesome to have in the mcu in general), songbird (screaming mimi), atlas (goliath), meteorite (moonstone), jolt, charcoal (another awesome name), and sometimes hawkeye.

the thunderbolts are awesome, the definition of morally ambiguous. also, they started out as the reformed masters of evil, which is also awesome. their storylines are complicated and fun and just usual marvel nonsense which i love. they've had so many leaders, members, betrayals, reforms, and plots that it's amazing and hard to keep up with. i just think they'd make for an amazing, morally grey anti-hero kinda team to have in the mcu.

or maybe i just really like helmut zemo. which is also true.

more taskmaster.

you introduced taskmaster? epic. now give us more-

honestly, the taskmaster's entire theme and idea in the comics is so cool and awesome that i don't think it'd be fair to the character to try and confine it all into the background of one movie. give us those stories of taskmaster going on mission and then waking up and having no idea what happened because of their memory issues. give us a more in-depth look into their abilities, their amazingly powerful muscle memory (as opposed to their terrible mental memory), i just love taskmaster stories. because they just capture that perfect balance of "oh my god, this is awesome!" and "oh shit, this is really tragic"

the young avengers.

this is another one that we might be getting in the future; kate bishop, tommy and billy, kid loki, elijah bradley, cassie lang, and (a variant of) nathaniel richards have all already been introduced into the mcu, and with multiverse of madness and the she-hulk series coming out, we might also be getting america chavez and teddy.

do i need to explain why we need these kids in the mcu? c'mon. queer kids fighting space crime. hulkling and wiccan literally getting married. kid loki's entire existance. noh-varr and his earth music. america??? chavez??? is literally amazing???

^those are just some of the reasons why we need young avengers in the mcu.

the asgardians of the galaxy.

and i don't mean just the guardians plus thor. i mean angela, sera, valkyrie, kid loki, throg (the frog of thunder), skurge, thunderstrike, them.

i don't want cishet men plus a tree in space. i want chaotic trans lesbians and gays plus a morally ambiguous genderfluid kid in space. i think we deserve it. i think we've been good.

on a more serious note, sera and angela mean the absolute world to me. the fact that you can have a transgender woman, who's identity is accepted and respected by everyone. the fact that you can have a lesbian couple, who's love is shown to be just as valid and just as real as anyone else's.

and the fact that you can have a genderfluid teenager who is also an asshole like hell yeah babe genderqueer people can be evil too fr i feel seen- /j

so anyways uhh the mcu needs some work. that much is clear. this is just a list of things i really like about the comics that i'd like to see in the mcu as well, and not a serious discussion about the actual problems in the current mcu. also, all of this is from my subjective experiance and opinions, so keep that in mind. that's all for now, folks-

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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Sticky, Sweet

Author’s Note: I’m so pleased to tell you that this is the first of my 1000 Followers Requests! Again, how do 1000 people like me enough to read my words? I don’t know!! But I love you all! Also, bless my beta - @sammy-jo1977 ... she lets me drag her to hell and back, and goes willingly. Lots of Love, lady! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader, appearances from many of the Avengers Tower residents Summary: This was requested by the amazing, adorable and always supportive @alexakeyloveloki ... As I hit my milestone, she was having a birthday, and this, I hope will be a gift she’ll enjoy. You deserve it girl! The request was: One with Loki and a Curvy Reader where she works in the Tower, maybe the canteen, and people are mean to her and Loki likes her for some odd reason and... smut ensues. I did make some changes, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way, @alexakeyloveloki !! Warnings: This one might give you a toothache! There’s smut, but it’s sweet!

“Uh, yes. Might I trouble you for a chocolate croissant and… a cappuccino, large, please.”

You knew the owner of that voice without raising your eyes. Today he was wearing charcoal grey slacks with straight creases all the way down. A shirt, starched, bright white, with rolled back sleeves revealing the articulate length of his forearms. All of his dark locks were gathered over his open collar in a low man bun, which is something you had laughed at other men for doing. Somehow, the tall, trim man in front of you was making it work in a way that made your mouth water.

Flashing him a megawatt smile, full of promise, “My pleasure! Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No. Thank you, though.”, warm and caramel sweet, his response made you melt.

Clearing your throat, struggling to maintain some sense of composure, “A name… for the order?”

“Loki… that’s L, O, K, I…”, his own grin widening at the request.

You knew his name. He’d been coming to your little dessert cart for months now and every time you asked, just like you did for all of your customers. And each time he spelled out the letters for you, as if you were taking his order for the first time. Handing back change only for him to drop it into the tip jar, you let your eyes linger over Loki just a moment more, enjoying the view.

Most of the visitors to Avengers Tower paid you little to no attention. Outside of offering a cup of joe and a giant cookie, you had no bearing on the day to day business of the super hero syndicate, and that was just fine by you. Everyone else? They all had important things to do. Meetings and appointments were near constant as apparently saving the world took a lot of planning. And, thankfully, a lot of coffee, danish and muffins.

Of all your customers, the actual, swear to God heroes were the most colorful. They were also the most loyal of your clients, stopping in at least daily, although, there were occasions where you would see Wanda two or three times in a day. Especially if you had made those little mille-feuille stacks that reminded her of home.

Thor would buy out your stash of jelly donuts, to the chagrin of the office workers in line behind him, but then divvy them up as a way of apologizing. Ms. Romanoff had a tendency to whisper her order, lest anyone realize her secret desire for a sinfully sweet White Chocolate Mocha with whipped cream. Captain Rogers? His routine was the most straight-forward. Black coffee, ma’am, Blueberry muffin, thank you so much.

Loki, from the start, had been different. Unlike Mr. Stark, Loki looked you in the eye when placing his order. He never seemed distracted by the technology buzzing around or the high ranking officials clustered in these hallowed halls. Loki also didn’t order 12 shots of espresso, steamed skim milk, no foam, and one donut hole. No, that was Tony to a t.

But Loki? This giant guy, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, always ordered your daily special. Frilly pink cupcakes, jam filled eclairs, fruity hand pies, Loki had tasted them all. And he still turned up, day after day, eager and kind. That had to mean something, right?

Honestly, it was the pinnacle of your day when, looking up from the grinder, you’d see him towering majestically over the office drones all in a row. Knowing that smooth voice would soon be speaking to you, even if it was just to get a snack on the run, was almost enough. Almost.

Letting your gaze linger after Loki’s retreating figure, you got lost in a daydream, one where you were making Loki coffee in your kitchen. His lengthy legs tucked under your tiny table, a tray of fresh cookies in front of him as he read, sometimes with his shirt on… sometimes without. Feeling your cheeks warm up at the image, you shook your head, ready to refocus on the caffeine craving customers still in line.

As closing time drew near, you began the daily task of cleaning up your cart. Sweeping, wiping, sterilizing, washing, drying. There was a rhythm to it all and you often found yourself entrained in the work, as usually there were few distractions at this time of day.

“Excuse me?”

Spinning, surprised, you barely kept hold of the carafe in your hands as you spotted Ms. Pepper Potts standing at your kiosk, “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

Waving away your worry, Pepper took a moment to introduce herself properly before getting down to business, “I was wondering if you had ever considered catering before? You were highly recommended by a colleague and I am looking for assistance with an event we're hosting in a few weeks. What I really need is someone to help with an after hours sort of thing.”

Your heart leapt in your chest, thumping wildly, threatening to bust out of your chest. Now, you’d be lying if you said that expanding your business wasn’t part of the dream. Always hopeful that your little cafe cart could somehow be expanded into a little sweet shop or bistro bakery, you had been hard at work for the last two years, slinging lattes and refining recipes until the right moment arrived.

When you said as much to Ms. Potts, her gracious smile lit up, “Then this, my friend, is that moment.”

Details were exchanged, pricing negotiated, plans put in place. In ten days you were going to be providing The Avengers and their guests with pastries, cookies, coffee and tea. There was a select menu so that you wouldn't be running around like crazy, which would make prep time easy, but Pepper had told you to be creative. In short, you were getting your shot and the excitement of that put you on cloud nine.

As you had arranged with Ms. Potts, while the guests attended one of Mr. Stark’s lavish galas downtown, you were given access to the Avengers Suite near the top floors of the tower. Seeing the building, well past your normal 5:00 pm, was energizing. Getting to sneak a peek at where the most important people working here spent their days was overwhelming, but you were giddy at the prospect.

In a sweet spot, just inside the expansive glass doors which led to the sky rise patio, you set up your display. Feeling pretty proud of yourself, you only had to wait a few minutes before the elevator dinged on the first arrivals, including the host and hostess for the night. "Here we go!", whispering to yourself, you took an anxiously excited breath.

It was hard not to get wrapped up in the glitz of it all. Tony Stark, wearing a plum colored tuxedo, had his Rolex draped arm around Pepper. She was stunning in her black column gown, purple jewels at her throat and ears, the perfect counterpoint to Tony’s ensemble. You struggled not to stare.

More people filtered in, some went to the bar, where champagne popped regularly. A few grabbed frosty glasses of fresh beer. And for a time you thought you were invisible among all the glamour around you. Honestly, you were surrounded by the type of people who graced magazine covers and had in depth chats with Oprah. That wasn’t you by a long shot.

Then, of course was the difference in your shape and size compared to the elegant group assembled for the evening. You certainly weren’t as stately as Ms. Potts, nor as thin as Ms. Romanoff because she was trimmer in hip and bust. Carol, stately and graceful, was a sheet of well hewed muscle. All of them shone tonight, regal and lovely, while you wore your best black pants and white button down, the uniform of catering professionals world wide.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, temping your coffee pot, your mind churned. There was no shaking the idea that even though you had been invited here, hired to be here, you were woefully out of place. And just as your confidence was at its lowest, you heard it… or rather, him.

"Um… yes. May I have… well… I don't know what to have. Normally you have something special prepared."

Even over the din of chatter and softly played music you heard his baritone register. A little flustered, disarmingly charming, Loki’s buttercream smile triggered your own. Laughing, lifting a small tray towards Loki, "I am keeping it simple tonight. These here are individual peach melba pies, topped with homemade whipped cream."

"And, what’s that?" Looking like a little kid, ready to tear into a birthday present, Loki's face lit up with anticipation of what you might be hiding under the cover of a chafing dish.

"Mocha mini-cheesecakes, or-" Here you lifted the silver lid of your best party dish, "-my grandmother's chocolate chip cookies! What would you like, Loki?"

Hearing his name in your lilting voice, Loki couldn't avoid the hot blush that rolled over him, turning his cheeks pink. As if your delicious snacks weren't enticing enough, the way your shirt buttons could barely contain the bounty of your bosom made Loki's hunger real in a different way. It was true that Thor had plied him with a great deal of Asgardian mead at the gala, even as the others drank up the less potent Midgardian spirits, all getting well past tipsy.

And maybe that's why he felt so bold, flirting with you casually, teasing you about your treats. Also, he was shamelessly ogling your rounded ass in those tight black pants as you bent to retrieve a napkin. Deep down, Loki longed to know if you tasted as sweet as your sugary confections. Would you be slick like syrup? Sticky like cinnamon buns? Dark and delicious like chocolate fudge?

Shaking those long locks, which you couldn't help noticing were down and free tonight, Loki was struggling to decide among your snacks. If his thoughts were lustful, your own weren't too far behind, because it was hard not to appreciate the fine figure in front of you. At some point Loki had shucked his tuxedo jacket and the slim black bow tie that accompanied it. Again his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows making him casual and cool, red cheeked and rambunctious. Never had Loki seemed so at ease.

There was virtually no one else around, most of the remaining people were clustered by Clint at the piano singing show tunes, oblivious to you and Loki. Looking from left to right, leaning in conspiratorially, "Ya know… I could let you have one of each, then you wouldn't have to decide."

Those dark brows arching, bright eyes smiling shrewdly, "You'd do that… for me?"

“That and more.” It tumbled out of your mouth unbidden, your eyes widening in surprise at your own admission.

Leaning against your table, a lascivious smile on his face, “Do tell.”

And in the low light of the Avengers’ loft, with the soft smell of sugar filling the air, you felt yourself drawn to Loki’s aura. Biting into your bottom lip, looking at him through your thick lashes, “Um… well… I could make you a little snack bag. Ya know for later tonight…”

“Later tonight… I really like the sound of that.” And to his unending surprise, Loki really did. Maybe he’d find out about your favorite flavors in the dark of night, under the covers in his bed. And if not, if he was somehow mistaken about your interest in him, then Loki would welcome some little cake that would make him think of you while he sat in his solitary room, brooding over you.

He shouldn’t have worried. Genuinely smiling, Loki was beyond grateful to see the same look of desire reflected in your own face. As you busied yourself packing up the little box of selected snacks for the sweet toothed stud, a voice called out, "Lokes!! Get over here!! Thor says you can dance and I need proof!"

Wavering slightly, Loki ducked his head in the direction of Sam Wilson's shout, not entirely eager to end your chat. He was worried that somehow the sugar spun bubble you two were in would burst, and that, well that just couldn't happen. Conspiratorially, invading your space across the narrow table, "I will be back. Please, don't go away?"

Feeling like a movie heroine, you felt yourself nod, giggling a little at the spectacle of Loki's clear need. In the glimmering low-lights, under the clink of champagne flutes and husky hum of conversations, Loki wanted to spend his time with you. It was surreal and surprising, but you wanted him too. There was no shame in that, right?

Glued to the spot, feet unmoving, Loki wouldn't leave until you said, "Go on, then. Show me what you've got. I'll be right here."

With a cocky grin, Loki loped toward the waiting circle of people and the makeshift dance floor. Tinny, tinkling piano music was replaced by electronica, pumping through Tony's beyond state of the art sound system. It felt like you were inside the speaker, thumping and bumping, in time with the dance hall beat.

What a sight! You guessed it shouldn't have been so surprising, but seeing Loki, normally so reserved in your daily interactions, grinding and bouncing to the rhythm… it made you feel things. Pulse pounding, deep sighing, clenching your muscles things. Sexy things.

You could have stood there, enchanted from afar, for hours. And you would have too, if Thor hadn't stumbled to your stand, nearly toppling the table with his unsteady bulk, "Oof! A thousand apologies, my dear sweet bakery maiden."

Diverting your attention, you quickly stepped back into vendor mode, "No trouble! No trouble at all! What can I get for you?"

"Well, I have been wondering, what did my brother get a taste of that made him smile so wide? It must have been a truly delicious nibble." Thor, mimicking a mouse nibbling at cheese, was clearly past the point of sobriety.

Turning thoughtful for a second, you realized Loki hadn't eaten anything of yours tonight… at least not yet. So it had been your easy back and forth that made the frosty boy happy. Smiling secretively, suddenly supremely pleased, "Um… I have some special items this evening. Would you like to try a peach pie?"

Blowing a raspberry, rolling his eyes, "Did Loki like it?"

"He hasn't tried it yet! You'd be first!" Trying to redirect the sloshed slab of man in front of you, offering the pastry up on a dainty napkin, it’s funny how quickly he snatches it from your hand. Looking tiny in Thor's enormous paw, he devours it whole, swiping at the leftover crumbs on his chest.

"Delicious! Another!" Even shouting, Thor's voice doesn't crack through the party goers busting their moves. Sighing, you hand over another, only to watch it be gulped down without thought or consideration.

Spitting crust at you, Thor bows over the display you painstakingly built to showcase your wares, his weight making the table creak, "You know, my brother normally likes little women."

"Excuse me?"

Waving his hands, pontificating, "Small, shapely… you know the type! Waifs. Skinny, like him. Narrow hips and-" attempting to whisper, "-tiny breasts."

Clearly, Thor was hammered, you knew that. But what he was saying was just hard to hear. You didn’t want to be compared to other women Loki had known, and you certainly didn’t want to hear that they were prettier, or smaller, or skinnier than you. But your roller coaster ride of emotions was derailed when Thor slapped his hand on your table, making you jump.

"Now, you… you're a woman. Strong, sturdy. Could really ground him, you know? Give him children worthy of Valhalla."

In his stupor, Thor couldn't read the warning in your expression. Willing him to stop, shut up, go away with just your monosyllabic responses wasn't working. But, alas, the Space God continued on, "It's all your sweets, you know? Candy and cupcakes and… all those little… What do you call them? The circles, fried and filled with jam?"

Flat, without feeling, "Donuts."

"Donuts! Yes!" Pausing for a breath, which you hoped would last all night long, Thor caught your eye. "I approve. Of the match… that is. Loki has been alone too long. He needs a thick woman to warm his bed, a fair, faithful filly to take-"

Thor's voice cut out, a thin line of shimmering red glowing around his throat, stopping his words. You could still see his mouth moving but the sound was, thankfully, muted. It was then that Wanda slunk close to Norse God, wide orb-like eyes full of knowledge, "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

Mumbling, struggling to sound bright as you gave too much attention to arranging cookies on the tray, "It's ok."

Her delicate hand rested on your own, "No it isn't. Thor's a buffoon when he's downed too many bottles of mead. I hope he didn't say anything too… unpleasant."

Waving her off, working hard to regain your composure, "Naw… it's fine… Thank you, though."

Thor, shrugging off Wanda's limited charm, "What's the big idea? I was telling this lady that my brother likes her! Her ample bosom, her gracious bum… and he always talks about her tasty cakes!"

Steve, sidling up at the first sign of trouble, grabbed Thor's arm, "Come on buddy. Time for bed."

"But! I am not tired! I want more pie! And mead!"

Wanda, rolling her eyes, "May I have another? For the road?"

Quickly wrapping up a few of your crusty delicacies, you handed them over, now eager for the night to end. It seemed tarnished somehow, spoiled by Thor's observations, like an unrisen souffle. Glancing at the clock, you were amazed at the time! It was late even for a late night event and you began packing up regardless of the people still partying their evening away.

You were hoping for a quick departure. Seamless, silent, without distracting anyone, including a certain raven haired hottie. No one would notice if you snuck away now, you were sure, and you had already fulfilled your obligation to Pepper. In fact, with Thor's little outburst, you were well over your allotted time. And, you reasoned, Loki could find some small little twig, more to his taste, if you weren't there to distract him.

That thought made your throat burn and your eyes water as you quietly broke down your area. Even now you could see him, a head above everyone else, spinning with a smile on his face. Loki looked so at ease, you refused to be the wet blanket on his good time. Besides, flirting was one thing, but Loki wasn’t yours and you were old enough not to be crushed by a crush.

With one last, longing look over the assembled Avengers, you bumped your bottom into the exit door, shuffling toward the service elevator. As the doors closed, shutting out the jubilation inside, you slumped against the wall. How could you think Loki would want you?

Having spent a significant amount of the late evening busting a move, Loki had managed to keep one eye on you most of that time. Noticing Thor bumble your way, he was nervous about what his brother might say, but Natasha had challenged him to a dance off. How could he resist?

By the time Loki stopped to catch his breath and collect his cookies, you were gone. Vanished. The only trace of you? A small, golden box, stuffed with your divine delicacies. Loki needn't see the name scrolled on the label to know it was for him.

But like Cinderella, you had fled and Loki had no way to find you. Sinking his heart, Loki clutched the box, padding away to his room and the solitude of silence. At least he had your thoughtful gift of goodies to keep him company. It was almost enough. Almost.

For all the numerous things The Avengers were good at, it was a non-hero who observed Loki slide away, sad and silent. Never one to let a party end on a low note, a new plan was formed to unite the Trickster and the Treat Maker. But it would need time to rise, like decadent cinnamon rolls, and like those sticky sweet buns, would be totally worth the wait.

When Monday dawned, you loaded up your goods and trudged to work. For the first time since starting your business venture your heart wasn't in it. Not when you plated blueberry buckle with lavender scented whipped cream, not when you swirled almond milk into fresh brewed coffee, not when you bagged cheesy bagel bites.

And it was, apparently, to be a day of firsts. Because this was the only day that Loki failed to make an appearance at your stand since you’d opened. Thor, pushing people aside, had made a point of apologizing for his behavior. It was kind and honest, yet, hollow since it didn't make Loki materialize in your line. But you appreciated it, nonetheless.

Before long, the day was done, your cleaning ritual initiated, your mind wandering. That it circled back to a certain blue eyed mischief maker over and over wasn't shocking. Where had Loki been? Had you driven him off? Would he come back tomorrow?

"Ahem… Excuse me!"

Squealing, you dropped the tray you'd been wiping with a clanking clatter, "Miss Potts! You startled me!"

"I didn't mean to!", stooping to hand you back your platter, she lifted her smart eyes to yours.

"I know… I'm so sorry! I've been… a little off today."

Shrewd, searching, Pepper looked you over, "You're not the only one."

Laughing nervously, “Oh? Who else is having a tough Monday?”

“A friend… listen, I wanted to thank you for the other night. It was really wonderful having your exceptional snacks at the ready.”

Allowing yourself a small smile, nibbling your lip nervously, “The pleasure was all mine.”

Pepper, shifting on her high heels, “I’d like to hire you again.”

“Really?” Snapping your head up at the offer, you were a little surprised by her request. Even though that night hadn’t ended the way you had hoped, necking with Loki like a teenager after prom, it had still been a lucrative evening for your little start up company. But so soon?

“Yes! This is a smaller event. Actually, more of a date than anything. This Friday evening. Would you be free?”

Grabbing your phone, confirming the date on your calendar, “It works for me! What time were you thinking?”

Blinking, Pepper took a minute to contemplate before answering, “Let’s say seven. Upstairs, on the outdoor deck?”

“That sounds great, Ms. Potts! How many people are you expecting?”, making notes, head down you missed her gentle smile.

“Just two.”

That made you giggle. So, it was a night of romance with Tony she was after. Flashing your benefactor a knowing smirk, “Sounds lovely.”

“I hope it will be!”

You didn’t see Loki all week. There was rumor going around the tower that he was off on a mission somewhere, very hush, hush. Your limited intell was gained only because of Thor’s inability to lower his booming voice while waiting for a croissant on Tuesday morning.

It got easier. Not seeing him in your daily line, not giving him his cappuccino, not buttering his scone. By Friday you finally felt like Loki was out of your system, which was a good thing, because you knew Ms. Potts was expecting you to knock it out of the park tonight.

“Things are going to be a little different for this evening, if that’s ok. I thought you could set out your dessert courses here, on the counter, and we’d have someone bring them out to the patio area.”

Unafraid to go the extra mile, you were quick to volunteer, “I’d be more than happy to act as a server if-”

Talking over you, “Oh no, dear! I have someone for that already. Really, all you have to do is make sure your treats are in order.”

Slightly crestfallen, but always a good sport, you agreed. As she’d requested, you had prepared three special desserts for the night, hoping you covered all of Tony’s favorite flavors. First, lemon cake with a cracked sugar glaze and fresh raspberry sauce to garnish. Next would be the white chocolate cheesecake studded with plump blueberries and piles of fresh vanilla flavored whipped cream. Last, and perhaps most importantly, was your personal favorite, tiramisu. Simple, delicious, and perfect with a strong cup of espresso.

Clapping her hands, Pepper was so pleased at the thought you had put into each plate, “Wow, does this look amazing! There’s really only one other thing that we need for this.”

Wiping a stray stripe of sauce from the plate, a piping bag cupped in your hands, you lifted your head, “What’s that Ms. Potts?”

“Why, you of course.”

Stalling in midair, you slowly lowered the tool of your trade, wiping your sugary fingers on the seat of your jeans. “I’m right here! What can I do to help?”

Coming around the island now, Pepper drew close enough to take your hands in her own, “You’ve already done it. Tonight is my way of saying ‘Thank You’... and I hope you’ll accept a small gift as a token of my appreciation.”

As the last word hung in the air between you, the lift doors parted, and Loki stepped into the room.

Pepper had summoned him, asking only that he arrive on time and not “look a mess”. Since Loki had never been anything less than elegant in all things, he had no intention of breaking that streak this evening. If only he knew what to dress for?

So, he split the difference, going for casual cool. A jet black polo shirt, unbuttoned, clung to him like a second skin, caressing every muscle. Black trousers and a black belt made him look dangerously seductive as he sauntered closer with each step.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Missing Loki all week made seeing him like this stupefying. Fuzzy brained and dull minded, you weren’t capable of wrapping your head around what was happening.

“Pepper? What… what is all this?” Loki’s husky baritone questioned the set up, your presence, the pretense. At least you weren't the only one who was confused.

Pulling you along, Pepper maneuvered you next to him, “Loki, It’s all arranged. Dessert by candlelight, under the stars… FRIDAY, start my Date Night playlist.” The strains of “In the Still of the Night” by the Five Satins filled the air.

It was right then that Loki got it. The strange summons, the dress code, the secrecy. He knew why you were here, with your bespoke baked goods, looking like a snack yourself. Pepper had listened when Loki recommended you for the first gig, and somehow she had heard the unspoken recommendation of his heart. A rush of feeling flowed over him at the idea.

Looking sheepish and flustered, Loki caught your eye, “Hello.”

“Hi…”, bashful yourself, you struggled not to look too giddy.

“See, you’re already on your way. Have a good night kids!”

You and Loki stood there, staring, until the click of Pepper’s heels on the marble had faded away. This is awkward, you thought, unsure of what to do next. Here with the man you wanted, you weren’t entirely sure what to do, but luckily for you, Loki knew how to take charge, “Shall we?”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Loki led you to the open deck where a small bistro table was waiting, already set for the two of you. Pulling out your chair, Loki made sure you were comfortable before taking his own seat at your side, as opposed to across the table. It was a cozy and romantic scene.

The song shifted. Now The Platters crooned, “Only You”, and your hand was itching to grab Loki’s under the table. Before you could, Pepper’s hired server for the evening brought your first plate, and a bottle of Prosecco.

So far, neither of you had really spoken. Words seemed too difficult to use when the situation was so formal. And yet, it really was lovely of Ms. Potts to do this for you… and for Loki.

“Did you make all of this?”

Picking up your fork, giving Loki a small nod, “Yea… I thought Pepper was planning a date night with Tony. I had no idea that this… any of this… was happening. Did you?”

“No. But, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised. She did hire you because of me.”

Taken aback by his admission, “Really? Care to elaborate?”

Tucking into the lemony piece of heaven in front of him, Loki closed his eyes in bliss, “Hmm… that is delicious. You are really so good at this! And that, my purveyor of pound cake, is what I told Ms. Potts.”

“Well, thank you! I mean, I knew you liked me!”

Hotter than opening your oven, a blast of heat swept over you, reddening your cheeks in shock. Flustered now, you could barely speak, cursing yourself for letting your real feelings slip out like that unfiltered. Mortified, you grabbed your glass, slugging half of it down in a second.

Loki’s fork froze, almost to his lips, as his own eyes widened. Sighing, he placed the utensil, covered in lemon and raspberry deliciousness down gently. Feeling his scorching gaze, you sat stock still, Loki’s wry whisper reaching you, “I do. And I should have told you that before… before Pepper had to go to such great lengths to prove it.”

“But Loki… I’m just… I’m not…” Stammering, you couldn’t quite find the best way to explain the reservations you had been carrying, the reasons Thor had so clearly defined.

“You are though. You are so kind hearted… to everyone. Even the dullards and bores. I hear you, you know? What you say, how you say it. No one leaves your little station without being complimented, enlightened, enriched. It is the best part of my day, coming down to see you… and taste whatever marzipan masterpiece you’ve graced us with.”

Starting to feel the bubbles of Prosecco in your brain, your lopsided smile spread at the emotion Loki expressed, “Loki… it’s the only thing that gets me through sometimes. Seeing you, knowing that you’re in line. And how cute you are when you spell out your name, like I haven’t written it a hundred times before.”

It was his turn to blush, “I knew that. I knew it was adorable.”

Playfully pushing against his shoulder, you chuckled, “Loki! That’s not fair!”

“Then you won’t like this, darling.”

Catching your arms in his firm hands, Loki tucked your body into his, finding your mouth as you laughed at his antics. Using his top lip to trap your own, Loki’s bottom lip gently parted, as the softness of his kiss blended into the lemon scented sweetness of his sigh. His tongue, probing slowly, pressed between your lips stealing a shaky breath for Loki to treasure.

Rising, Loki’s hands cradled your cheeks, ensuring that you couldn’t break away from his kiss. As if you wanted to! Your own hands wandered, with one resting on the warm slope of his wide thigh and the other pressed against Loki’s broad chest.

Deepening the kiss, you pushed forward, nestling between Loki’s spread legs. Trailing a hand along his hip, scooting closer, you moaned at the luscious texture of his tongue on your own. When Loki pulled back, you followed, unwilling to break the beautiful bond your mouths had sealed.

Swallowing hard, unable to believe that he was really here with the flavor of your candy kisses filling his senses, Loki shook his head. Seeing your own dazed expression made his heart soar. He was going to have to write Pepper a thank you note or have you bake her a cake, because this was the best thing that had ever happened to the Prince of Asgard.

“Are you ready for the next course?” The server, having popped out of the compound, was struggling to hide his own smug smile at the sexy little show you two had put on.

A new song started, the notes drifting through the air, making you smile. Sam Cooke’s eternally youthful voice sang, “Cupid… draw back your bow…” and Loki slowly stood. “Uh, please, hold the next one, if you don’t mind.”

Coming around behind you, offering you his hand, “Loki? What are you doing?”

“What I should have done last week… Ask you to dance…?” Voice brimming with hope, Loki quirked an eyebrow, anticipating your acceptance.

“About time.”

Rumbling through Loki’s solid torso, his laugh greeted you as you fell into his arms easily, chuckling yourself. It was so familiar and yet so different. His hands rested over the curve of your back, pulling you tighter, controlling the sway of your hips. Circling the delicate strength of his neck, your fingers teasing into those long locks of tousled hair, you let Loki take the lead.

Tipping you back, over balancing you but still in control, Loki’s look was pure lust, “I apologize for running late. I should have-”

Cutting in, husking into the shell of Loki’s ear, “Don’t. We’re here now. And besides, you were worth the wait.”

Squeezing you, putting every ounce of feeling into his hug, Loki found it hard to loosen his grip. Now that he had the thing he wanted, he never wanted to be separated from it… you… ever again.

Twirling you out, tugging you back in, as the song came to its close, Loki took the opportunity of dipping you low enough for your head to graze the ground below. Breathless and giddy, you were lifted back to standing, clinging to the demi God before you. Parting your lips, anticipating another of Loki’s kisses, your eyes fluttering closed, “Sir? Madame?”

Shifting his focus from your glossy, eager mouth to the server once more, Loki’s own giggle shining in his face, “My good man, please… just pack it all up! We’re not staying.”

“We’re not?” A hint of surprise colored your tone as you took in the ecstatic look on Loki’s face.

Nodding at you, “Nope.”

Waiting only a moment or two for a bag stuffed full of your goodies, Loki slung it over this wrist before taking your hand and leading you through the Tower’s maze of floors. Of course, he stopped at almost every corner to sneak a peck, pat your tush or cage you against the wall so that his hips were flush against your own as he licked the soft spot under your ear.

“Hmmm… Loki… That feels so good.” Mewling softly, your nails scratching into his scalp, as he swung open the door to his room.

Ushering you inside, Loki paused only to set his blistering, needy eyes on you once more, “We are not children, you and I. If you want to wait, I will be patient… but, believe me, my darling little patisserie, when I say this: I want you. I want to devour you… I want to know if you’re as sweet as strawberry shortcake or tart like key lime pie.

“I need to see if you-” here he swallowed so hard his Adam’s Apple bobbed, “-sigh when I kiss you the same way you do when you slide a hot cup of tea over the counter. Or how you’ll sound when you call my name in ecstasy. Because I’ve already thought about these things a hundred times over. While I wait in line for a moment of your attention or when I taste those lovely delicacies, you fill my thoughts.

“Do you always smell of vanilla and butter, I wonder. Will my sheets be scented with marshmallow and marzipan? Almond and cherry?”

Advancing on you now, hunger heating his look, “But just know, little one, if you do come to my bed, I will make sure it’s the last one you’ll ever need.”

Stepping closer, baiting the bear in him, you bit into your bottom lip, “Are you saying that everyone will know I belong to you… L, O, K, I… Loki?”

“My sweet, sweet thing. That is exactly what I mean.”

In a flurry of movement, Loki swept you against his kitchen table, the wood strong and sturdy behind you. Kisses, hot and happy melted you like butter, as Loki spread your legs to stand between them. When you heard the sound of paper crumpling, “What’s that?”

“Oh! Our to-go bag! Your luscious desserts!” Sounding slightly panicked, Loki quickly removed the items from inside the bag, before turning to you with a look that said trouble.

“What? What’s that face?”

“I’ve told you how much I fancy your food… and now you know how much I adore you... “

“Uh huh…”, still unsure about where this was going, your eyes followed Loki as he pulled your tub of whipped cream from the ruined sack. Snapping off the lid, his long finger scooping out a big glob, only for Loki to brush the airy confection over your mouth.

Licking the cream from your lips, Loki tongued the seam of your pretty pout, moaning at the burst of vanilla he tasted there, “I don’t know what’s more delicious, your frothy garnish or this mouth.”

“What if I want some, huh?” Grabbing at Loki’s finger, the one he’d used to snag the sample with, you pulled it into the warm inlet of your mouth, sucking lightly.

Growling low in his throat at the erotic scene before him, Loki issued a command, “Bedroom. Now.”

Sliding off the table, right into Loki’s space, “Bring the whipped cream though, ok?”

Clothes were shed in a rush. Each piece unveiling soft skin and new places to explore, reminding you of a creme brulee’s hardened caramel layer. The way you crack it open, revealing the cool custard beneath the scorched sugar crust, a gift unwrapped for all your senses.

By the time Loki lowered you onto his bed, he had already sampled swatches of your skin, leaving behind the marks of his possession. His hands never seemed to stop. First they were dusting over your shoulders, then across your thighs, next on your generous bottom, squeezing hard.

Sighing in contentment, you closed your eyes, lost in the moment of making love to Loki. As he lay down over you, the press of his rigid planes met the soft curves of your figure, you wrapped yourself around him. Tangling those rich, dark locks in your hand, forcing your mouths together, panting with shared passion.

Connecting with his hip, you slid your palm over the rise of his bottom, squeezing just a little, “You know, you have a great ass, right?”

Sucking against the ridge of your clavicle, Loki kissed over your jaw, “I do?”

“Oh yea… I watch you walk away everyday thinking, damn. That ass.”

Brushing stray strands from your face, “That’s funny, because I think the same thing every time you bend over to get those little swizzle sticks for stirring coffee!”

Setting off a fit of giggles, the pair of you with arms and legs akimbo, laughed like children. There was something so freeing about being naked and comfortable with the man beside you. Quieting only when you heard the pop of the frosting bowl's lid coming off, you sucked in a breath as Loki lowered his lips to your waiting nipple.

Playful and pleasing, he released you just long enough to sit back on his heels, surveying the state of you. "Now, It's my turn."

"Your turn to what, exactly?"

"Decorate!" Producing an assortment of sprinkles and frosting, sanding sugars and coconut shreds, caramel sauce and raspberry coulis as if from thin air, Loki grinned at you wickedly before setting to work.

For every place that was home to a dollop of icing or a squirt of sauce you were licked, nibbled, nuzzled or bitten. As Loki worked lower, you squirmed in anticipation, as your pastry chef in training sucked your inner thigh free of chocolate fudge. Before you could prepare, Loki's tongue parted your slippery center, making you call out, "Oh! Yes, Loki!"

Parting your swollen sex, circling your stiffened bud, Loki lapped at your sensitive skin gently. His fingers, long and reaching, stroked into your sticky channel, stretching you sweetly. Rocking against Loki's oral affections, the beginning of bliss burning in your belly, you gripped him tightly seeking release.

For his part, Loki needed no encouragement. Bringing you to the pinnacle, alternately sipping at your slick core, and sucking on your sweet pearl was making Loki ache with want. Even when you pulled at his onyx locks, inner thighs trembling, struggling to stave off your peaking pleasure, Loki only worked harder, "Don't hold back. We've already wasted too much time!"

"Uh huh… um… shit… Loki…" mumbling was the most you could do as you felt a third finger enter you, widening you, readying you. It was enough. Cumming hard against him, stiffening and then softening like taffy, you gave yourself over to the pleasure Loki provided.

Smacking his lips lewdly, licking his fingers, "I knew it… I knew you'd be delectable."

Grinning broadly, happy and satisfied, "Am I gonna get a taste? You're not the only one with a sweet tooth, ya know!"

"Only when I've had my fill… and I'm not close to being finished, darling!"

Sticky, sweet and satiated, you and Loki lay in each other's arms smiling. He'd asked about a gift for Pepper and you were already planning a cupcake basket for your matchmaking mentor. You had just licked the last of your lemon curd from his abs, curling into his side, "I need a shower."

"Oh, yes! Let's do that!" Rising, dragging you with him, Loki could picture you under the steaming water, begging him to please you. He liked that idea!

"And after…"

Pausing to look at you, "After?"

"Can you find me something salty to snack on… ya know, for a change?"

Pressing a kiss to your hand, Loki flashed you that megawatt smile, "Absolutely, darling. Absolutely."

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Beauty In the Blood - Part Two

Summary: One day your friend convinces you to join a dating website that matches people based on their search histories, and when you match with Loki Odinson, a handsome, intelligent coroner who’s a fan of your murder mysteries, you’re absolutely thrilled. But there’s something off about Loki, and as your relationship progresses, you discover that his dark side is even darker than you could ever have imagined…

Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Writer!Reader

Read part one here!

Read part three here!

A/N: This story is based off of this post! I hope you guys enjoy; this is my first time writing Loki, and this will probably be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please let me know what you think as the story progresses!

Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of death! This chapter also has mentions of smut in it, so read at your own risk! And, above all else, enjoy!

Your bottom lip was bright red from how ferociously you’d been chewing on it. The menu in your hands was crumpled from where you’d been gripping it, and your thigh was starting to feel sore from how fast your knee was bouncing under the table.

Another glance at your phone revealed the time to be 12:14, and your heart fluttered with a fresh wave of anxiety; you and Loki had agreed to meet at noon, and he didn’t seem like the type to be late. What if your first date with him hadn’t gone as well as you’d hoped? What if you were going to be sitting here, alone, for the next hour or so, waiting for a date who had no intention of showing up? What if-

Your musings were drowned out by a flood of relief when you saw the man in question walk through the bistro’s doors, and immediately you chided yourself on being so paranoid. His crystalline eyes scanned the small restaurant until they finally fell on you, and his face lit up when your gazes met.

Your heart squeezed as he started walking towards you, and you slowly scanned him up and down as he made his way to your table. Today, he was dressed in charcoal grey trousers with a light green shirt tucked into them, and though you knew it was silly, you couldn’t help but grin when you saw the briefcase he was holding. How professional.

“I am,” he huffed, sitting down across from you, “so sorry for being late. The police strolled in today ten minutes before my break with a body they’d dredged up from the Hudson this morning.”

“Just another day at the office, then?” you joked, and he chuckled under his breath.

“When you’re in my line of work, yes.”

“Well, it’s ok. You could’ve called to cancel if your work needed your attention-“

“No,” he shook his head resolutely. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the café. Nothing was going to make me miss this.”

Your cheeks felt even hotter, and you tried to hide your enormous smile behind your menu. A cold hand wrapped around one of your wrists, and you glanced up as Loki pulled your hand to rest in his on the tabletop. You shared a small, almost shy, smile with him before your waiter approached.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted the two of you. “My name is John; I’ll be taking care of you guys today. May I start out with your drink orders?”

After you’d placed your order of iced tea and Loki had requested a water with lemon, you sat your menu down and turned to him.

“So… How have the past three days been for you?” you asked, and Loki’s eyes flicked up from the menu as he answered.

“Busy. But not unmanageable; the police have been particularly obnoxious this week, but then again, New York’s finest have always been a pain in the arse.”

You chuckled and took a sip of your tea.

“Well… I’m sorry they’ve been giving you a hard time.”

“It’s fine; after all, that’s what they do best.” Having apparently decided on what he’d have for lunch, your date set his menu on top of yours and squeezed your hand. “How about you, though? Any new projects you’ve been working on?”

“Maybe,” you hummed. “I actually just sent the second draft of my latest novel to my publisher, so hopefully it’ll be on shelves in a few months’ time.”

Loki’s eyes lit up, and he leaned forward on his elbow.

“Oh? What is it about?”

You laughed at the eager look on his face and quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t really want me to spoil it for you, do you?”

“Spoil it? No, but just a brief summary of the plot would be enough to satisfy your most dedicated reader. For now, at least.”

You pretended to think for it a moment, biting your lip and tilting your head to the side.

“Hm… I don’t know…”

Turning back toward Loki, you watched as he lifted the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he winked at you.

“Please?” he asked, his voice just a note huskier than it had been a moment ago. “I can think of a few ways I could repay you…”

You swallowed, the cadence and timber of his voice going straight to your core, and you clenched your thighs at the implication of his words.

“Wh-what do you have in mind?” you stammered, and Loki gave you a knowing smirk.

“The only way to find out is if you tell me what I want to know,” he murmured.

Before you could say anything else, though, your waiter arrived with your drinks, and Loki’s eyes didn’t stray from you for even a moment, not even while he placed his order. You hoped the waiter hadn’t overheard your conversation as he walked up, and you stuttered your way through asking for the lunch special.

Once he was walking away, Loki’s smile stretched into a full-on, mischievous grin.

“I believe you had something you wanted to tell me, love?”

You blinked a few times and cleared your throat.

“Ah, yes. So,” you started, “the title I finally settled on is Cracked Glass, and it’s about two detectives who are partners – their names are Smithback and Charles. And the premise of the story is that one of them is a serial killer who keeps dropping bodies all over Chicago, but you don’t know which one is the killer until the very end. I’m actually pretty excited about it! My editor said that it’s her favorite of my works to date.”

Loki grinned, setting his chin in his palm while tracing your knuckles with the thumb of his other hand.

“That sounds incredibly intriguing, my dear,” he praised. “I’m guessing that there’s a plot twist of epic proportions at the end?”

“Well, I don’t like to brag, but…” You trailed off with a laugh, shrugging. “I just hope people like it. Especially my ‘most dedicated reader’.”

“I know that I’ll adore it, just as I have all your other works,” he assured you.

After that, the two of you made small talk until your food came. You found out that Loki’s favorite color was green, that he had a black cat named Lovecraft, and that his brother was planning a trip to New York to come visit him.

“We decided on May,” Loki informed you, “which gives me two months to prepare myself mentally for the onslaught that is Thor Odinson.”

“I’m sure he’s not that bad,” you chuckled, and Loki gave you a skeptical look.

“My brother once ate two entire rotisserie chickens in one setting while singing ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ drunkenly with his group of Neanderthalic friends,” he deadpanned. “We were twenty-eight at the time, and he’d consumed… I want to get the number right; I think it was twelve Jaeger Bombs.”

You almost choked on your tea from laughing so hard, and the smile he gave you was so genuine, so full of affection, that it made your heart swell almost painfully in your chest.

After finishing your meal, Loki insisted on paying the bill, and the two of you walked out of the bistro arm in arm. It was a beautiful, albeit cold, day in Manhattan. The sun was shining; the birds were singing; a saxophone player could be heard performing on a nearby street corner.

“It’s days like this that make me fall in love with New York,” you sighed, tilting your head back as the wind whipped through your hair.

Loki’s eyes followed the curve of your neck as you tilted your head towards the sky, and he licked his lips as he imagined wrapping his hand around it. He wouldn’t do any permanent damage, of course; he would sooner destroy a stained glass window than take the life of the woman he was already madly in love with. But his cock twitched at the thought of you walking around with bruises he’d painted across your body, starting with that elegant neck…

“Loki?”

He cleared his throat, snapping out of his reverie as you raised your eyebrow expectantly at him.

“I’m sorry, darling, did you say something?” he asked distractedly, and you chuckled before repeating yourself.

“I asked when you have to be back to work,” you said, and Loki glanced down at his watch.

“In about twenty minutes,” he sighed. “But the hospital is only a fifteen minute walk away.”

You hesitated, debating whether or not to ask the question that had popped into your head. You didn’t want to seem desperate, but at the same time, you didn’t want your date with Loki to end just yet.

“Would it be ok if I, um…walked with you to the hospital? If it’s ok,” you quickly added. “If you would rather have the time to yourself, then I can head home. It’s just-“

You were cut off by Loki’s lips as they pressed against yours, and you smiled as you sunk into the kiss, resting your hands on his chest as he nipped lightly at your bottom lip.

“Of course you can,” he whispered, running one of his hands through your hair. “I would leave work early, if I could, to spend the rest of the day with you.”

You grinned and stood up on your tiptoes to peck his lips again, warmth blooming within you.

“Okay…”

Reaching down, you laced your fingers through his as he started off in the direction of the hospital, and the walk was mostly silent as you took in the sights and sounds of the city around you. People were milling about busily, oblivious to you as you watched them. Loki, for his part, was too focused on how warm your hand felt in his and how good your hair smelled when the breeze carried its scent in his direction. This was only his second date with you, but you were already driving him mad; he’d never desired another person this way before. All of his previous attractions had been fleeting and superficial, but your mind drew him in like a moth to flame.

Before either of you knew it, the Bellevue Hospital Center was rising before you, a monolith of brick and glass, and you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by it. After all, it was one of the oldest hospitals in the city; Loki must have been fantastic at his job to be able to work in such a prestigious establishment.

“This is the office,” he joked, leading you in past the front doors.

You weren’t able to form a response as you stepped into the modern entry hall of the hospital. Curved walkways lay overhead, and the walls and ceiling were mostly made of glass. People were milling about everywhere, not sparing the two of you a single glance as they went about their business.

“Wow…”

Loki chuckled at your wonder, stopping next to a set of elevators as he rummaged through his pocket. You glanced down to see him pull out an ID card with his name, picture, and the words ‘Medical Examiner’ in bold font on it.

“I’ve never been to such a fancy looking hospital,” you admitted.

“After a while, it gets old,” he admitted, glancing around with an unimpressed look on his face. “It’s big and expensive, yes, but it nearly takes me twenty minutes just to walk from my office to the cafeteria.”

The two of you shared a laugh, oblivious to the detectives who had paused too look at you. Natasha turned to Steve, both of them shocked at seeing Loki actually laughing with someone. Not just someone – a pretty young woman who was currently holding his hand.

“I…don’t think I’ve ever seen him genuinely smile,” Rogers mused, and Natasha quirked an eyebrow, and unreadable expression on her face.

“Neither have I…”

They watched as you leaned up to press a kiss to Loki’s cheek, and something in Natasha stirred at the sight, something that hinted at feelings she’d never even considered having towards Dr. Odinson.

“I’ll text you tonight,” Loki said, oblivious to the officers staring at him from across the room. “Maybe we can do something this weekend? After all, I still need to repay you for letting me in on what your new masterpiece is about.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“I definitely wouldn’t call it a masterpiece,” you insisted humbly.

“Mm, we’ll agree to disagree on that, love.”

You made to pull away, but Loki’s grip on you tightened, making you turn back to him curiously.

“Before you leave,” he murmured, “can I ask you another morbid question?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “I’m always up for one of those.”

Loki’s thumb traced your knuckles as he spoke to you in a hushed tone.

“Last time, you told me how you’d kill someone out of necessity,” he said, a twinkle of mischief alight in his eyes. “Tell me how you would kill someone who deserves to die. Maybe someone who’d done bad things to innocent people.”

You chuckled at the sincerity of the question; if it was anybody else, you’d be worried. But this was Loki; he had a morbid career just like you, and you knew better than to put any thought into his question.

“Is this going to become a game between us?” you giggled. “Exchanging ideas for murder?”

Loki snickered at the question.

“It can be, if you’d permit it.”

“Oh, I’m always down for some homicide.” You thought about it for a moment, biting your bottom lip in contemplation. “I guess… I would probably drown them. I’m not the strongest person in the world, but if you put someone in a bathtub and hold their legs up, it’s nearly impossible for them to right themselves. And, plus, it’s definitely not a painless way to die, so whatever horrible things they did will be paid for, I suppose.”

Loki nodded, filing away the information for later use.

“Elegant,” he praised, and you playfully bowed your head.

“I aim to please.”

After you said your goodbyes, the two of you parted ways, oblivious to the detectives still watching you. They were too far away to overhear your conversation, but both of them were intrigued to see Loki seemingly happy with someone.

As you walked out of the hospital, your eyes caught a flash of red hair, and you turned to see a drop-dead gorgeous redhead standing next to an equally attractive blonde man. Typically, you wouldn’t of given them a second glance, but… They were both watching you. Intently.

For a moment, you faltered in your step, the distinct feeling of being watched prickling at your scalp. But then the blonde man smiled at you and politely inclined his head, the way two strangers might do if they were both in line at a coffee shop.

You hesitantly returned his smile before walking out the doors, still feeling unsettled by the exchange. Because despite the friendly gesture of the man, the woman with him hadn’t even faltered in her stare. She’d just continued to watch you impassively, her arms crossed against her chest and her lips pressed firmly together.

The couple left your mind soon enough, though, and after sitting in a cab for twenty minutes, you were once again in your comfy townhome. You spent the rest of the afternoon in front of your computer, an empty word document open before you. It was true that you’d just finished up your latest work, but you knew you couldn’t get to comfortable. Bills would continue to come in whether or not you felt inspired, and though you had a comfortable cushion of money in the bank, you still didn’t want to get too comfortable.

And so, you’d decided to move on to the next project. But what would you write about?

Your mind, indubitably, strayed to Loki once more, turning over the last few minutes of conversation you’d had that day. He was so…elegant, with just a hint of a sinister edge that you were sure had come from his work. You were intrigued by his career, truth be told. How couldn’t you be? You’d written about death for years, now. But he’d lived it; he’d touched it.

And it was that thought that sent your fingers typing away at your keyboard.

It wasn’t that she’d chosen to live on the line between life and death; she liked to think that death had chosen her to be among its closest of companions, shaping her since her youth to be the walking Death Knoll that she’d become…

___________

Loki didn’t consider himself to be a full-on sociopath, but it was typically hard for him to empathize with others. Or, rather, it wasn’t that it was difficult for him; it was that most of the time he simply didn’t care to try to feel sympathy for other people.

But even he had some broken semblance of a moral compass, and no matter how dark his inner feelings grew, he knew that he would never be able to harm a child. Unfortunately, not everyone agreed with that particular sentiment, but at least he could do something about it.

He stayed late at the hospital two days after your lunch date, that familiar hunger within him having only grown since seeing you again. Usually, he could keep the beast under control, but something about you fanned the flames within him until he felt as if he’d burn alive if he didn’t do something, anything, to satiate them.

And so he found himself sneaking into the pediatric ward at 7 pm, just as the day-shift nurses were finishing up and the night-shift nurses were starting to take their place. A pair of deep purple gloves clung to his hands, and he was careful not to make too much noise as he snuck into one of the doctor’s offices. He went down the hallway, trying three before he found one left unlocked. HIPAA would have a field day if they only knew…

From there, he searched the room for a password to the computer, not surprised to see it written on a sticky note hidden beneath the keyboard. Whoever this doctor was, Loki made a mental note not to trust him with any of his medical records.

Taking a seat at the desk, he located the file of patients seen that day, scrolling through them for what he was looking for. A case of the flu, a sick stomach, an allergic reaction – no, no, no. He let out a huff of frustration as he pulled up patients seen the day before, then the day after that, looking for something he could use.

And that was when he saw poor little Annie Rineback.

He pulled up a picture of the five year old, frowning when he saw the deep purple bruise around her left eye. Loki skimmed through her vitals, scrolling down the page until he pulled up the doctor’s and nurse’s notes.

Patient refused to say anything in regard to how she’d received her injury. Pt’s mother insisted that Annie fell down while playing in their yard, but could not answer specific questions as to what specifically had caused pt’s injuries, the nurse had written.

Suspected case of abuse, the doctor had followed up in his own records. When asked, pt’s mother said that her husband had been at work during the time of the incident, though I have my own personal suspicions. Will call pt’s mother in a week to follow-up.

Loki made quick work of retrieving the little Annie’s address before closing out of the browser and locking the computer once more. After doing a quick scan of the room to make sure he’d left no trace, he made his way out, a sinister smirk on his face.

Time to get to work.

_________

It was Friday night when Loki got your call. His heart leapt with joy upon seeing your name flash across his screen, and he didn’t even hesitate as he answered.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Your own heart contorted upon hearing his voice; it had been Tuesday when you’d gone on your little lunch date, and the two of you had been texting each other at every opportunity ever since. But his voice just did things to you; you would always prefer it to texting.

“Hey, Loki. How’s it going?”

“Oh, same old, same old,” he replied, glancing around his basement. He’d recently dusted the space and sprayed it down with linen-scented air freshener, and he was quite happy with the result. The knives and saws gleamed against their white pegboard, and if he walked over to the examination table resting in its middle, he’d be able to see his reflection in its surface.

The only thing out of place was the large tub of water he’d dragged into the room. Well, that and the woman he had tied up in the corner. She was still passed out from the blow he’d landed to the back of her head, and he’d preemptively gagged her for whenever she woke up; his ears were still ringing from the way she’d screamed when he grabbed her in the alleyway near her apartment.

“How about you, darling?” he asked, leaning back against the metal sink behind him. “How’s the new book coming along?”

“It’s actually going really well; you’ve been quite the source of inspiration.”

Loki grinned widely, knowing that he must have looked like an infatuated schoolboy as his heart fluttered. But he didn’t care; the only person who could have seen the effect you had on him was currently passed out, and even if she hadn’t been, she would be soon.

“Really? I’m inspiring you? How so?”

“Well… The latest character in my book might be a suave, attractive medical examiner.”

His heart swelled at the idea of her basing one of her characters off of him, especially since he truly did love her work so much. He swallowed thickly before replying, internally berating himself for being such a sap.

“Oh? And do I have anything else in common with this fellow?”

“Not really. She also happens to be a woman. And she kills people, so… Yeah. I sure hope she doesn’t!”

Loki laughed along with you even as he cut his eyes towards his soon-to-be victim.

“Ehehe, yes. Well, I can’t wait to read all about her.”

His eyes widened when he saw Annie’s mom start to stir against her bonds, and he immediately straightened up.

“Hey, love?” he suddenly said. “Could I call you back in half an hour or so? I just got a text from Thor to call him, and I’d better make sure he isn’t setting something on fire.”

“Oh, sure thing,” you assured him, hoping that you hadn’t bothered him. “I’m sorry for calling at a bad time…”

“No, love, don’t apologize! I want nothing more than to hear your lovely voice,” Loki promised. “I’m just paranoid when it comes to Thor.”

You softened at that, letting the doubt you’d started to feel seep out of you.

“You’re a good brother, Loki,” you smiled. “I understand. Just give me a call back whenever you can.”

“I will,” he stated. “It shouldn’t take longer than thirty minutes.” He watched as the woman he had tied up started to blink her eyes open, and he knew that he needed to go before she started with her incessant screaming again.

“I’ll call you right back,” he said once more.

“Okey, doke. Bye, Loki!”

“Goodbye, love.”

Not a moment after he’d hung up, the woman made a small noise of panic, which amplified into a full-on wail once she saw the wall of torture devices Loki had constructed. With a roll of his eyes, and shoved his phone back into his pocket and marched over to her, kneeling down to her level to grip her throat.

“If you don’t shut up,” he growled, “I will cut off your fingers and toes one by one until you have nothing but bloody stumps left. Do you want that?”

The woman’s mascara was tracking down her cheeks, staining the rope that was currently gagging her, and after a few sniveling gasps she nodded her head.

“Good. Now,” Loki continued, “let me explain your current situation. You are in my basement right now under layers of concrete and insulation. This room is locked and sound-proof, and I live alone. No one will come to help you, and no one knows where you are.

“Now, I have a few questions to ask you, so I’m going to take your gag off. But,” he added when he saw the woman perk up, “if you start with that screaming again, I will slit your throat and call it a day. And neither of us want that, now do we?”

Once again, the woman shook her head, and Loki gave her a tight smile.

“Very good.”

He reached out and gripped the rope, tugging it out from between her teeth until it rested loosely around her neck. To her credit, she didn’t scream as he’d expected her to, nor did she persist in struggling against her bonds as she had been a moment before.

“Hm. Very good,” Loki praised as he stood up.

“Are you going to kill me?” the woman asked, looking up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. “Please,” she continued after a moment of silence, “please, I have a family.”

At that, Loki threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh, Mrs. Rineback, I’m aware,” he chuckled. “In fact, that’s exactly what I had questions about.

“See, I don’t have children,” he mused, starting to pace in front of her. “Nor do I think I ever will. But I do understand the general concept. You’re supposed to love your children unconditionally and care for them, nurture them, blah blah blah… But you, Mrs. Rineback, you do none of those things, now do you?”

The woman’s face grew guarded upon hearing that, and she stiffened.

“I… I don’t know what you-“

“Oh, don’t insult me,” Loki scoffed. “I already know all of your dirty little secrets. Poor little Annie… Originally, I’d started researching her, believing that maybe her father really hadn’t been at work the day she was brought into the hospital with a black eye and bruised rib. That was what the doctor assumed to be the case, at least.

“But all too often, the mother is overlooked as the possible abuser, is she not?”

Loki stood still in front of her, watching as horror started to fill her gaze. He took a moment to enjoy this intoxicating moment of complete power; he could get off on this alone.

“Yes, Mrs. Rineback,” he cooed. “I know. I know everything. I know of what you’ve put Annie through, and I know what you put little Micah through before his…untimely end.”

A whimper escaped her upon hearing her son’s name, and she looked away, no doubt feeling hot shame wash over her.

“Micha…fell down a flight of stairs,” she whispered. “It was an accident!”

“Oh, I have no doubt that he fell down some stairs. But I very much doubt that it was an accident.”

Silence hung heavily between them, until the click of his shoes accompanied his steps as he approached her.

“Tell me – how do you sleep at night with the murder of your seven year old son looming over your head? Evidently, not too restlessly, if you still continue to abuse your remaining child-“

“Stop!” she suddenly shouted, bowing her head. “Stop, please; I’m a good mother. I… I love my child. I loved… I loved Micah.”

“But that doesn’t stop you from drinking, now does it?” he snarled. “I only watched you for a day before knowing I wouldn’t be able to stomach another. Do you always start drinking with your breakfast?”

She didn’t look up at him, and he watched with a sneer as her shoulders shook with her sobs. He knelt down beside her, gripping her throat once more and forcing her to meet his eyes.

“You,” he whispered, “repulse me.”

With that, he hauled her to her feet, ignoring the way she writhed and twisted in his grip. Her attempts at fleeing were borderline laughable as he neared the tub, and with a kick to the back of her knee she was kneeling before it.

“The world will not miss you,” he assured her, twisting a hand in her hair and yanking until she was halfway in the water. “Nor will your family.”

And with that, he shoved her in, dropping to his knees and flipping her onto her back. Her restrained arms twisted, and most of her weight was placed upon her tied hands where they rested against her lower back as Loki grabbed her ankles.

From there, it was only a matter of time. He stood up, keeping her legs in the air, as she floundered under the water. It was delightful to watch her at this angle, and Loki once again said a silent thank you for the idea. He could clearly see her face as she fought towards the surface, resembling a fish flopping around on a pier as she struggled.

It didn’t take long before her harried motions started to slow down, though, and Loki almost was disappointed as the fight left her. He watched her chest expand as she took in a large lungful of water, and the sputters she made were music to his ears. And disappointment he had faded when she went completely motionless, and in her last moments, she opened her eyes and looked up at him through the haze. Even through the ripples in the water, he could distinguish the moment that she knew she was about to die, and the fear within her gaze was euphoric to him. He wondered, for a moment, if she was afraid of waking up in hell, even though he’d long since dismissed the idea of such fanciful, religious notions.

When he was finally sure that she was dead, he let go of his grip on her legs and took a step back, glancing down in disgust at the water that had gotten on his clothes. But, then again, he typically left his basement covered in blood, so this was amongst the cleanest ways he’d killed one of his victims.

Ten minutes later, he was in his bed, stroke Lovecraft as she laid against his side. He’d cleaned up and put on some sweatpants before settling in to call you, and butterflies flapped around his chest just at the sight of your name in his phone.

“This is ridiculous,” he huffed, sending a bemused glance towards his cat. “I’m a thirty-six year old man – I’m a fucking serial killer – and this woman already has me wrapped around her finger.”

His cat only blinked slowly up at him, not caring in the slightest about his internal distress, and with a small smile, he pressed the call button.

Meanwhile, you were in bed yourself, reading a book you’d picked up from the store a few days ago, when you heard your ringtone. With a squeal, you all but threw your book down and accepted the call, a huge smile on your face as you answered.

“Hello, again.”

“Hello, darling. Sorry again about earlier.”

“No, it’s fine! I totally get it. How is everything with Thor?”

“Thor is fine,” he smiled. “He needed my help installing photoshop on his computer. Why he needs photoshop, I’ll never know, but I walked him through it and now I only have a mild headache from the endeavor.”

“I really need to meet your brother in person. Just wait until I tell him all the things you’ve been saying.”

“I assure you, it’s nothing I haven’t told him directly in person. But he’s gotten me back a few times, despite his incompetence. One time, he tried to sell me on Craigslist.”

“Oh, no! That’s…that’s actually hilarious.”

“Mm, well. The concerning thing was that I had a few interested parties.”

You both laughed at that, and after a while you were both left in an almost awkward silence.

“So…” you finally began nervously. “I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow.”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Loki said. “Did you have anything in mind for us?”

“Well… I was wondering if you would like to come over and be seduced by my cooking skills.”

“I think it’s fair to say that you’ve already seduced me,” he chuckled. “But I would love to. Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself! …And actually, a bottle of wine would be awesome.”

“Then I’ll pick one up on the way.”

You grinned, sitting up in bed.

“Well, then. I’ll plan on seeing you tomorrow, Dr. Odinson.”

There was something about the way you said his title that made Loki’s cock twitch in his pants, and he absentmindedly reached down to give it a squeeze.

“I’ll look forward to it,” he breathed.

As soon as the two of you said your goodbyes, Loki practically leapt out of bed and hopped into the shower, both to wash the scent of Mrs. Rineback’s cheap perfume off of him and to quell his sudden lust for you. He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly you had in mind for tomorrow; he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to wait until he all but threw you onto the nearest horizontal surface and fucked your brains out. The way you made him feel was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he could only hope that you felt the same way.

Meanwhile, miles away, you were looking at the new set of lingerie you’d bought that evening as it lay atop your dresser. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall back against your pillows, fantasizing about the look on Loki’s face when he saw you in the dark green bra and panties you’d picked out just for him. A hand slipped into your pajama shorts at the thought, and unbeknownst to either of you, you both came at almost the same time that evening, your minds focused on the exact same thing.

Tomorrow night.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #serial killer au #serial killer!loki #loki imagine

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is-it-madness · 3 years

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Loki takes special care in making preparations for their evening. Reservations are procured for the Italian restaurant she referred to and then conveyed to his beloved through a text message sent shortly after the opening of said restaurant the following morning. The technology is too impersonal for his tastes, but it does possess several benefits he cannot deny.

The open configuration of his apartment is decorated appropriately and to his tastes, the walls a light grey, hardwood floors stained a deep earthy color, and various pieces of dark furniture accented with hints of gold and emerald green. He even folds a plush blanket over the back of his plush black leather couch at the possibility that his mortal may become cold. Cooler temperatures proved more comfortable for him even in the midst of a harsh winter, but she will not suffer for it should she wish to visit his home.

He selects an impeccably tailored charcoal suit with an emerald pocket square for his attire. Lily appeared appreciative of his ensemble for their first meeting, and he sought to evoke a similar reaction in her tonight.

Exactly on time for their date, a knock sounds on her door before he lifts the bouquet of pink lilies wrapped in gold fabric to cover the peephole. Possibility sings in his veins and a smirk curls on his expressive lips as he waits impatiently for his little flower.

-Loki 💚

Keeping her phone close by her the entire morning, awaiting a text from Loki, Lily snacks on the pastries they bought yesterday and contemplates what she should wear for their date. He’s already seen her looking homey in a shirt and jeans, but she wants to be more presentable for their first official date.

A ding from her phone pulls her attention away from her closet and she see’s Loki’s name brightening up her screen. Smiling as she reads his text, she quickly replies in confirmation. Lily hurries back to her closet, picking out her outfit and heads to her bathroom to get ready.

Pining her hair back in a half up half down style and applying a bit of light makeup, she puts on her outfit. A plain black, long sleeved jumper. The slightly cinched waist shows off her figure as does the modest décolletage.

As she’s fastening a simple heart necklace on, her doorbell rings. This is it. This is really happening. Looking through the peephole to be certain it’s him, instead of seeing black or blue or... well, the color of a suit like she expected, she sees pink. Opening her door, she immediately beams, seeing Loki standing tall in a perfectly fitted charcoal suit and carrying a bouquet of pink lilies.

“Loki. Hi.” He hasn’t even done anything besides have that playful smirk and she’s already breathless before the sight of his beauty. “You look... really wonderful. I- um... would you like to come in? I just need to grab my heels and I’ll be ready.”

#Thea answers #Loki 💚#rp #*happy dance*#I’m so excited!!

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laufeysonblog · 4 years

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Bum Bum Bum

Characters: Loki x reader

Summary: after flat sounds ‘My heart goes Bum Bum Bum”. “My illusionist..” she calls him. “Tonight you remember I wear green”. The prince was set to marry his good childhood companion Y/N. In their engagement there has been nothing but pleasurities and sincerity, love and honesty. Later into their engagement he ventures into the northern woods, there his mistress the giantess Angrboða waits, infatuated with her ways of insolence and pride there is an affair. Prince of Mischief, and trick forgets all of his sincere fiancée. ‘From a child she’d love him, she loved him now still, his mischief, his mistakes, his faults and she loved him. She forgave.’

Word count: 1799

Chapter: One

Warnings- NSFW Smut, angsts, Blood.

A/N- this is from the inspiration of Flatsound’s ‘My heart goes Bum Bum Bum’. Feedback is more then welcome. I have written before, but this is my first time ever posting to tumblr and I’m exited to see where this goes! This is something I plan on continuing if all goes well.

The present.

The Cumulonimbus, dark and unyielding they cast their silhouettes over the jagged reaching shore. The rain gives of herself unto the ocean, her droplets falling mercilessly into the sea, A startling low rumble rang loud in the Northern brisk air. The waves break around the rocks in the shallows in violent thrusts. The wind lashed in a torrent of its own as if determined to strike fear into the shores only land-dweller. The wind her nemesis, his sounds howl gusting about her body. The violin is her only companion in this storm. Its slender strings caress her fingers, its curves are tenderly traced under her palm, the instrument to her neck her bow skips among the strings, it’s assault pitiless.

The violin makes its attempt to yell over the waves, it’s voice becoming hoarse. Her companions holler reverberated in her ears like a clap of thunder like those of the storm, such was it’s rage. It’s anger livid. It’s anger made it Alive, no such thing could know such emotion. Instruments came only close to knowing honest vehemence, they came the closest to embracing it. Sharing it. The violin was of empathy.

Torrid emotion taken over. The brisk winds thrash her hair about her crimson cheeks, the heavens rains wet her satin slip too clutching tightly to her flesh. She looks just of the storm. Her legs quake, thretening to give in and she doesn’t. She matches the storm. Either of them threaten the other to give in first. She yells into the storms mighty roars. The heavens fight her. Behind her the cliffs rise towards the sky, she thinks them on her side in this quarrel with the storm.

Her name resonates over the winds. Her knees come undone.

The ocean wins. Her knees bleed over the stones.

Her violin in strings and splinters. A tightening in her chest, a chill creeps over her skin an unwelcome illy feeling. Her remaining thread of strength frayed before breaking completely, sending her plummeting to the stones, she yells profanities at the storm with al, that she has left, she accuses the rains and her heavens.

She’s held into a swaddle of his chest and his arms.

The arms so tight squeezed a fraction tiger, another yell from herself.

And she felt the quarrel within her coming to a ease. What he might have saw. What he might have thought, she’d never know. “He’s gone” comes a hoard voice. “He’s gone” Thor breathes.

……

Months ago.

The fire stirs. A same bitter wind. A same brisk rain.

In this forest he is with his tribe of wood and leaf, among the giants whose roots hug the earth. Their breaths rise in visible puffs and though there is a soft wind they are warm with one another. They were too old for outdoor sex; it really should be all silk sheets and petals, but he doesn’t care and neither does she. She being his mistress of the north woods.

The ground was slick with rain. Their lips moved in a tireless mess of hunger. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster.

He breathes in the sin they erotically share. The pair were nude and their skin worked, moving together. His hand entered, whilst moving fast, their tongues intertwined in a mess of a kiss. The women’s teeth snatched his lips, and he licked hers. And then he’s inside, changing her breathing with every hungry thrust, he groaned hearing her moans chimed with his body. He feels her heated flesh. Then all at once he stops, taking her breast in his lips. His hand caresses her curves, he’s using his fingers and his tongue all at once. She’s moaning wildly, her nails remained tightly clasped into his scalp. They come to a climax together their moans resonating wildly.

Angrboða was a Jötunn casted to the Aæsirs woods, she alike any giantess, though she lacked in size and aspect . Her flesh was a milky white, what stood from this was her pink colored lips and the shadows that rested in the crease of her eyes. She, much like him was a shifter of aspect. Angrboða adorned her flesh in white unruly furs, the rest in animal skins that barely covered her breasts, her charcoal hair was pinned, with thick ringlets falling from her shoulders and clipped braids in gold. Blue tribal markings showcased around an eyes, her cheeks and descended from her bottom lip to her chin.

Their limbs mangled together they lay in piles of fur beside their fires embers.

His hand strokes her arm, a silver rings their about his ring. A ring of promise, promises he had broke in this affair.

…...

There was kind of a gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment.

His mother Frigga sits on the bench. They sit under a gazebo, held by columns looking like those belonging to the Greeks. The benches and floor are made of marble, the cracks glisten with gold. The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers cut through the soft scent of the morning's dewy grass. What was only green a week before has become a garland of the most vibrant blooms. How they come from earth, sunshine and rain feels akin to magic, even though the science is well known. The winter should still be in force but already spring had pushed it back to moderate temperatures and the kind of gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment.

The wind sways Frigga hair, she wears a dress, blue skirts overlapping. She wears gold and white inscribed plates. A white scarf comes in the front. She’s beautiful. “Why son?, why?” She Demands. She holds her composure well, much like her son. But their is devastation riddled in her tone that not even she an illusionist could hide. She wrings her hands In her lap, a habit they both share. Loki stares towards the flowers. He could not face his mother. “Loki” she began. She knew of his affair. Odin had consulted her. Tears shed from her grey blue eyes. Loki says nothing.

“Your Fiancée Y/N is away in her room angry with you. nonetheless angry with herself. She Blames herself more then even you. This affair has devastated her, so young Loki, only a young woman and you’ve put her through so much already. Shame, anger, guilt..Why?” she demands mores after.

He says nothing. Overcome and distraught with her son she backhands him.

Shocked his head turns towards her quickly. In her grey, and his green eyes their are two different types of emotion, but each are riddled with restrained tears.

He stands as does she..”Loki, I am sorry” she says, genuine. Frigga had never disciplined her children in such a way. That had been the first and last time. “You seek some sort of explanation that may justify your sons infidelity..my infidelity, Maybe it was I distraught or confused..or bewitched.seduced..No mother, I entered the woods knowingly and left them with no heavy consciousness.” He does not lie. She tries to compose her anger.

She backhand him again. Angry, she does not apologize nor does she seem to feel bad. “My son, I as your mother do expect such better from you. I have taught you morals, have I not?” His mother seethed.

Silence. Only silence.

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The dress hugged and fell down her hips.

His hands caressed her figure. His fingers ventured over the fabric.

His thin lips touched her leg, and a breath slipped from her own lips. Carefully she worked at her earrings before the oak brimmed concave mirror. Loki’s fingers played at the brim of her short dress, threatening to venture farther. She stood and he was on his knees behind her, shadowing near. His head on her back he whispered to her, asking for forgiveness. He smelled of ale, his consciousness was blurry. As was hers. He slept with a Giantess. A mistress to the woods. The mistress infatuated Loki, with her insolence and pride.

The giantess was refreshing she recalled at the back of her mind. She had heard her fiancés whispers to his own brothers' companion, he’s tried to fit in with them, their weapons their women. Intoxicated he boasted of his giantess the pleasurities he had discovered with her. How she’d been so refreshing from herself. From their intimacy. She felt sick just of the remembrance.

“Please” he whispered, kissing her leg once more. Green gems matched her dress. She turned, kneeling before him. Her eyes searching for his dazed ones. He smiles for her a lopsided grin reaching for her hands. “No” she said, pushing them gently. His grin turns lopsided. She tilts her head at him. Looking. He shared so much with his giantess, he shared himself, they were to be married to be one, in doing what he did she felt as if he shared herself.

He comes to her palms on her hips. The prince looks up at her. Theirs a silence between them. A palm taken from her hip caresses her fabric covered thigh. “Y/N My love, I love you. It was you yesterday, it is you today it will be you tomorrow. For the rest of time it is you” he assured. He wasn’t afraid. His love adored him, him her prince, him her fiancé. From a child she’d love him, she loved him now still, his mischief, his mistakes, his faults and she loved him. She forgave.

Her fingers touched his cheek. And in his eyes, she saw confidence even in the daze of his eyes. Loki leaned for a kiss, her fingers from his cheek slided to his lips as she stared. “My illusionist..” She calls him. Her other hand is on his. She leans closer to him. “Tonight you remember I wear green”.

She leaves him there in their shared chambers to wander.

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Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Chapter 11: How Naive

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How To Date a Broken God

Chapter One: Unfamiliar Faces and Uncomfortable Situations

Series Summary: A mere mortal teaches an almighty god how to be human

Warnings: nothing besides Loki being slightly depressed and having really bad issues, domestic avengers

Notes: GET READY FOR A SLOW BURN KIDDOS

“what is more unfair than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero? (-when you have to be both.) when you learn that the road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions.” -@dvoyd

Loki was having a really bad day. It barely ten in the morning and within the span of two hours of his waking - he spilt his coffee, managed to piss off Thor and cause a thunderstorm, got caught in the freezing May rain, and was now late to an Avengers meeting. Great, just great, he thought. They barely trust me enough to have me as a member of the team, and I’m already late to the first meeting.

The streets of Manhattan were mostly cleared due to the sudden storm, most people ducking inside whatever building to seek shelter, but the few unlucky pedestrians still on the street steered clear of Loki. The whole New York incident still didn’t sit well with people, even with it being a good ten years (or five for some) in the past. The god couldn’t blame them, he hated himself for it too.

In the middle of an almost abandoned Manhattan street, Loki held his arms outstretched, trying to remember the way it felt to fly. Hundreds of years ago, when he was just a boy, he’d run across the bank of the lake outside of the palace, “flying.” He yearned for that time all over again - when he was young and innocent, unaware of the ways of the world, when nobody hated him and he didn’t hate himself. He longed for his mother’s touch and soft voice, and the wrestling matches between him and his brother. He missed the adrenaline coursing through his veins in the midst of a battle. He was a god, still is, but oh, did he feel so small. His hands that once helped forge the universe seemed powerless now.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold of the tower, Loki was bombarded by no other than Agent Maria Hill. “Jesus Christ,” she exclaimed, grabing his wrist in a tight clasp and leading him through the building, “we let you out for one hour. One hour. And you turn up late.”

He swallowed his pride. “I’m sorry. I got caught up.” Loki was earning some interesting looks from the workers, most likely due to his appearance similar to a wet dog.

“Caught up reeking chaos, no doubt,” she seethed, reaching the end of the hall and pressing the elevator button. If the god didn't have a sliver of dignity left, he would have winced.

Instead, he coolly tossed, “You actually think that low of me, Agent?”

They stepped inside of the elevator, immediately beginning to rise to the fifth level where the conference rooms were located. Agent Hill turned to him, with a tight lipped smile. “Yes, actually,” she said. “After you destroyed half of New York, tried to take over our world like a maniac, and killed thousands of innocent people in the process, I believe I’m entitled to hate you, God of Mischief.”

Loki snorted. “There’s a line Miss Hill, and I’m the leader.”

The elevator dinged, cutting through the annoying music that Loki all but failed to realize, and opened its doors. He let Agent Hill lead him to the conference room, tracking water through the hallways behind her. After many twists and turns and passing too many doors to count, the pair arrived at the double French doors. Beyond them, sat the rest of the Avengers.

Once the door had opened, all eyes were on Loki, making him gulp. They were pleasant enough people, but he still hadn’t earned all of their trust. He had been their mission to take down for years, a villain to put in chains and shackles. Even after Ragnorok and the Blip, Loki doubted he’d ever be able to win their trust.

There was a new face at the table of superheroes, however. A woman of exquisite beauty, hair pulled into a simple ponytail, eyes vibrant and shinning, skin fair and clear. She was as gorgeous as any Asgardian woman Loki had ever met, perhaps even more so. Even in a plain blouse and jeans, she surpassed every beauty standard.

Her (y/e/c) eyes locked with his and Loki felt...odd. He felt his insides turn to warm mush under her stare, electricity sparked in every nerve, and his heart seemed to have doubled in size. Oh no, that can’t be normal.

“You finally found him,” Director Fury said to Hill from his place at the head of the table, somehow managing to look annoyed and pleased all at once - an art. “Took long enough.”

“I apologize, Director,” Loki said, tearing his gaze away from the girl and to his boss. “It wasn’t my intention to get sidetracked and arrive late.”

“I don’t think that’s ever anyone’s intent, yet it still happens.”

Silvertongue remained quiet and Hill directed him to the only available seat, the one next to the woman. His hands felt clammy and for the first time in the past hour, he was almost thankful to be soaked in rain because he’s sure he’d be sweating otherwise. Why was he so nervous?

He lowered himself in the rolling chair next to her, and she looked him up and down through the corner of her eye, face flashing with...disgust? The woman stiffened, crossing her legs and positioning herself furthest away from Loki. His hear ached for the first time in a millennia. No, no, no, no. Stop that - stop that at once.

“You all may be wondering why I called you here today,” announced Hill, taking her place beside the director. “And why there is a new face.”

The woman’s cheeks turned pink under everyone’s gaze and she forced her lips into a tight smile, bashful.

Hill continued. “I would like to introduce to you all Agent (Y/n) (Y/L/n). Our newest addition to the Avengers team.”

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence before the sorcerer from across the table asked, “Pardon me Miss (Y/L/n), but Agent Hill, is a new member really necessary?”

Loki sensed (Y/n) practically sinking into the leather of her rolling chair.

With a deep breath, the Agent explained, “First of all, Doctor, she is ‘Agent’ to you. Second, its been a year since Thanos.”

There was another pause as all of the avengers allowed the painful reminder to sink in. Loki’s eyes flitted over to the west wall, where the memorial was in place. Three huge portraits of the fallen heroes, framed in gold, with a matching broken avengers symbol above them. Underneath the first portrait of a red-headed woman was a plaque, reading, ‘Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, Black Widow, died for it.’ She was laughing in the picture, emerald eyes bright and dancing.

The picture in the middle was a man with a disheveled dress suit on, tie loose and hanging around his neck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he worked on a laboratory table. Despite the grey hair’s sprouting in the thick brown locks, the man looked young and at ease. His smile flashed at the camera, teeth a pearly white. ‘Anthony Edward Stark, Iron Man, who died with it in his grasp,’ read an identical plaque.

The final picture was a handsome blond, looks so divine he could have been sculpted out of marble. His baby blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and a bit of mischief, a smirk to mirror it as well. He sat with a sketch pad in his lap and a charcoal pencil in hand. ‘Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, died peacefully because of it.’

One larger block underneath read in bold print, ‘ALL DIED FOR JUSTICE.’

“We’ve been lucky to not run into any major issue so far, as it seems the universe itself is trying to get back in order. But what we cannot do is be naïve in thinking that it will last any longer. We need to face facts, we are down in numbers, and Agent (Y/L/n) is the only agent that has proven to me she is worthy of being a member of the team over the years I have worked with her.”

There was a loud crunch, coming from non-other than Scott Lang himself, munching loudly on pringles with his feet on the table. “So what,” he said through a mouthful of food, “does she have any powers?”

“What training does she have?” said one.

“In what ways is she qualified?” came another.

Finally, the new agent spoke. “I cannot turn large or small, nor can I fly or have a metal arm, but I have enhanced senses. Acute hearing and more than perfect vision, along with strength and agility. As for my qualifications, I’ve been trained as a skilled marksman and I’ve worked for S.H.E.I.L.D. for many years. I can take down a moving target from 250 yards away and I’ve been stationed on every continent for over six months.”

“Not to mention, in the past five years I gave her a medal,” cut in Fury, “And I wouldn’t give that to any wimp.”

“Most importantly, she has the character,” finalized Hill, leaving no room for discussion. With a sad smile and blank eyes, she gestured to the portraits on the wall. “I miss them too, guys, but we need to fill in the gaps. Thor and the Guardians are off world, Carol is doing who knows what, Clint will put an arrow through me if I drag him out of retirement again, and T’Challa has duties to his country. (Y/n) is not replacing our beloved friends, but we need more numbers for when something does happen.”

“So I’m assuming the Sokovia Accords are just gonna be disregarded now?” asked a witch.

“There really is no need for them anymore after the Snap. Today and over the weekend, Agent (Y/L/n) will be moving in and getting situated, but she begins training with you all Monday. Please for the love of God don’t scare her away.” Hill locked eyes with a certain god. “I’m talking to you Loki.”

He chuckled, crossing his arms, and in a fake promising voice said, “I would never! But a little prank never hurt anyone.”

“What about the time you stabbed your brother?”

“First, I was eight. Second, my brother and I are gods, madam. He’s survived much worse. I would never fatally impale a measly mortal.”

Agent (Y/L/n) huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Two can play at that game, Silvertongue.”

He glanced at her, unnerved by her confidence. “Are you willingly throwing yourself into a prank war with the god of chaos and mischief, petal?”

In the blink of an eye, a dagger that seemingly appeared at of nowhere was poised at his throat. Loki could see her smile behind the hilt. Her voice was sickly sweet, “No. I’m just willing to prove I am no delicate mortal, Lord of Chaos.”

“God.”

“Same thing.”

Loki bit his tongue, raising his hands slowly in mercy. As quickly as it came out, (Y/n) sheathed her weapon in her boot, looking all too pleased with herself.

Hill clapped her hands together to draw back the attention, plastering on a smile. “Proof enough?”

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(Y/n)’s day had been going well. First thing in the morning, she got called into her boss’ office and got a promotion to work alongside the literal Avengers, was introduced to the team shortly thereafter, proving her skills to the ones that doubted her by holding a dagger to a god’s next, and clicked immediately with some lovely people.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. Compassionate, sassy, and didn’t take any bullshit from anyone. Her room was adjacent to hers and she offered to help unpack. Then there was the sweet Peter Parker, the Spiderling (Spider-Man). Innocent, lovable, and too intelligent for his own good. It only made sense to befriend him as he followed Wanda around like a puppy.

So the trio sat splayed out in (Y/n)’s room, out of energy from hours of unpacking, but laughing non-stop, nevertheless.

(Y/n) was wheezing. It was the type of laughter that made your stomach hurt from laughing so hard; she hadn’t felt it in awhile. “Oh God,” she gasped, “then what did he do?”

Wanda sat perched on the newly made bed, wiping a tear off of her check with a polished finger. “Nothing! You wouldn’t believe it, he just stood there with a horrified look on his face. I thought he was about to shit his pants!”

(Y/n) smiled. “Your brother, Pietro...it sounds like he was a good man.”

The redhead twisted one of her rings around her finger, looking suddenly downcast. “He was. Really was.”

“Jesus Christ, does everyone here have terrible family issues?” piped Peter from the windowsill, laughing in hopes to lighten the mood.

“It might as well be a requirement to be a hero,” Wanda said with a sad smile, before abruptly turning to (Y/n). “What about you, new girl? What’s your tragic hero story?”

The new girl looked down at her bare feet, a bashful smile on her lips, but before she could open her mouth to say anything, F.R.I.D.A.Y. made the announcement that dinner was ready. Saved by the bell.

“To be continued,” declared Peter, hoping up from his seat and taking off towards the dinning room. “Hope you like pepperoni pizza, (Y/n)!”

She did, in fact.

The scene was incredibly domestic, nothing she would've imagined as a normal night for the almighty Avengers. Stacks of pizza boxes and liters of soda lined on the bar counter - plastic utensils, cardboard plates, and Styrofoam cups close by. Those who lived permanently in the tower sat on the variety of sofas and cushioned seats, chowing down on classic American food. Unfortunately for (Y/n), permanent residents also included Loki.

She grabbed two pieces or pepperoni, a cup of cola, and a napkin, and took a seat next to Wanda on a love seat, Peter chilling on the floor at their feet with a stack of five slices in his lap. Superhuman metabolism?

After a few minutes of silence (minus the munching of food) Sam piped up, “So Agent (Y/n), where are you from?”

She smiled, wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “(Y/n), please. I’ve been all over the world, but I’m originally from Brooklyn.”

“I like her already!” exclaimed Bucky through a mouthful of cheese and sausage.

She giggled, giddy like a child. Is this what home felt like? She hadn’t had a home in years.

“So how’d you get hired at S.H.E.I.L.D.?” asked a very green Banner, his plate of food actually an entire pizza box. “That’s no small feat.”

“My parents were actually Agents as well. I kinda grew up around here.”

Below her, Peter choked on his Sprite. “That’s so sick? Were they spies? Assassins? Snipers? Oh I bet they’re were snipers!”

(Y/n) ruffled the boy’s honey curls. “They were spies. My dad just had good aim, he taught me everything I know about guns and shooting.”

Peter chuckled immaturely, “Hehe...good aim...uh - Ow!”

Wanda had backhanded him upside the head.

There was a snicker from the far side of the room, where Loki stood emerged in the shadows. His pink lips were curled upward in a genuine smile, yet (Y/n)’s heart felt as if it had taken a bullet.

“What do your parents do now? Are they retired or do they still work?” Wanda asked from her side, but the new agent barely heard it.

Her face turned to stone, eyes now icy and cold as she stared at the God of Mischief. Of chaos. Might as well add murder to the list as well.

“They’re dead,” she stated, her voice spitting with venom. The room fell into an awkward silence, and Loki’s eyes met her own.

“In New York...the attack...the building collapsed on them.” Her nose scrunched in disgust. “All thanks to none other than the God of Chaos.”

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Yellow Flicker Beat [2]

The Almost Introduction Loki Laufeyson X Pyrokinetic!Reader

- One // In The Beginning There Was One

- Two // You’re Here!

- Three // (Coming Soon?)

A/N: Every story needs a problem. - Nemo

Summary: You had planned to flee New York; the news of your powers had reached the news and painted you a villain. But you never got to even pack your bags properly before your apartment was stormed. That lead you to do the only thing you could think of.

Masterlist

Avengers Tower, New York, 2012

“Heat signature has picked up again!” By now everyone had moved to a less battle-tainted room, the agent from before ran in, alerting the group to the newest movement of the suspected villain.

Loki was with them, having to stay back since Thor felt he couldn’t leave yet, however Sif had been down to collect the tesseract. Both Odin and Thor felt it best to keep it and Loki in separate places until things on earth had been completely dealt with.

Tony had even ordered in shawarma.

“From where?” Steve asked, already prepared to deal with the seemingly problematic fire-manipulator.

“Brooklyn Heights!” The agent replied, beaming a pinned map onto the conveniently placed tv at the other end of the room.

“We have agents there, right?” Natasha said, standing and wiping her fingers with one of Clint’s hoarded napkins. “Should probably make sure they haven’t been turned to charcoal.”

“Unless you’re fire-proof, you ain’t going anywhere.” Tony said, also standing since finishing his food. “Think strategically - Cap should be good at that. Me, Thor, and Mr. Reindeer over here should go. Maybe Banner if he can bear to go green again.”

“Not today Tony.”

“Okay, so Hulk is out of the equation.”

“Why Loki?”

“You tell me Meatswing. Ain’t he an Ice King?” Tony said, pointing between the two gods.

“I have- Never mind. You mortals won't understand.” Loki grumbled, looking down to the untouched shawarma in front of him. It wasn’t like he could eat it even if he wanted to. His hands were still tied up.

“He can withstand fire, if that’s what you’re alluding to Man of Iron.” Thor said, grabbing Mjolnir and pulling Loki to stand alongside him. “But we should go before anyone else might get hurt.”

(Y/N)’s Apartment, Brooklyn Heights, 2012

You didn’t want to hurt anybody, never to begin with anyway, but eventually you had a breaking point.

Fire always starts out small.

These people weren’t the good guys, and it wasn’t just the movies that told you. You’d done research on societies and groups on earth - cliches almost - and these people were not one of the good cliches.

They bore the logo of Hydra, and in no way were you going to yield to them.

It didn’t take long before your kitchen and hallway was in flames, and you figured that the two-story drop from your almost non-existent balcony was a least survivable.

So you took the exit through the window, glass both shattering and melting if it stayed too close too long. The landing was mediocre, but made your shoulder hurt more compared to what it would’ve if it’d only crashed through a window.

You stood, groaning, and took a look up to the broken window, seeing someone gesture back into the room so they could get down the stairs. Wimps. You shook the fall off, taking to running further inland. The last thing you needed was your powers getting smothered by the rivers. And ocean.

Not that you got that far either.

In front of you landed Iron Man, also known as Tony Stark, weapons mobilized and he seemed ready to kill you if he had to. Not a moment later Thor appeared next to him, dumping a mix of leather and green fabric on the ground between him and the metal-clad billionaire.

You cautiously took a look behind you, seeing the Hydra agents were nowhere to be seen, which made you look even worse.

“What’s with the shoulder?” Tony asked, his voice slightly mechanized from the suit. “Get into a fight?”

“Not exactly.” You shrugged, looking to your right shoulder to see the shirt was torn and stained red more than you first thought. “But I do try not to make it a habit to jump out windows.” You pointed to your apartment, flames now starting to lick through the broken window.

“Me neither.”

“You you midgardians always talk before you apprehend each other, or are you just prolonging the event because I’m here?” The mass of fabric had now pulled itself up and was now standing as tall as Iron Man, revealing the chiseled features of the days actual villain; Loki.

“Apprehend? Do you really think I’m the bad guy?” You almost screeched your words to the two Avengers. “There were people in there trying to kill me!” You looked at Loki too, and you hated to say that it looked like he believed you. It’s not like it’d make a convincing argument against what the others thought for him to say you’re telling the truth.

“What people?” Tony said, seeming to lower his defense at you and raise them at something non-existent existing behind you.

“Don’t you have a program to hack into the cameras in the building's hallways to do that?” He tilted his head at you, and you figured if the mask wasn’t on he’d be squinting at you with a ‘really?’ look. “Don’t you?”

Avengers Tower, New York, 2012

“Don’t worry guys, she’s cool now. Literally.” Tony said, striding into the level’s foyer as the Avengers that stayed behind tensed. You followed him out of the elevator, with Thor and Loki behind you.

Steve was the first to come closer.

“And you brought her back so she could heat up again?” He asked, completely done with the day and wanting to go home. Tony tutted the soldier and shook his head.

“She isn’t a bad girl Rogers. You oughta know how Hydra is.” Steve stiffened, looked you over and noted the bad shoulder and slightly charred clothes. Tony went to the bar. “Drink?” You shook your head, having followed Tony, moving to sit with your back against the bar.

“So what are you?” Natasha asked, turning in her seat to face and talk to you instead of talking over you like the others were.

“A monster.” You laughed slightly, not noticing Loki turn his attention even more to you. He thought he was a monster. You looked fine. “Or at least a pyromaniac.” You lips quirked up in a sly smirk.

“Not to sound like I’m prying, but do you usually smoke like that?” Clint asked, nodding to your shoulder, which was now letting off a small tendril of grey smoke.

“Only when I’m healing. It won’t last long.” you shrugged, rolling your shoulder lightly as small flakes of skin rose up with the smoke like embers off burning wood.

Needless to say, Loki was infatuated.

When he first saw you, it was from above, and you were running inland towards inner Brooklyn. Flames were still licking up your arms, hair ablaze with the light of a thousand stars, and you were like a beacon of light. He’d guessed then, not on purpose. When he saw you at a more level height, your eyes were losing their glow, but it was almost as if they hadn’t from how much he was captivated by them.

He felt for sure you weren’t a mortal. You were a being like him. A Goddess of Muspelheim.

But he wasn’t going to let anyone know that. He’d already suffered humiliation at his defeat, and then again when he wasn’t brought back to Asgard. A third time at giving heart-eyes to a hot-headed mortal wouldn’t help.

The room lulled into silence. Everyone was too tired to talk that much

As the night drew on, the likes of Steve, Bruce, and Clint went right to bed, no questions further asked. Tony also ran off, probably to deal with Pepper, of which had got an early flight back to make sure everything was going to be okay. Natasha stuck around, situating herself next to you on the floor, and would alternate between staring at the wall, asking you questions, and taking sips of her self-served drink. Thor also helped himself to the non-effective drinks Tony had left unsupervised, leaving Loki across the room on a sofa with Mjonir in his lap to make sure he wouldn’t go anywhere.

Looking at him, you almost felt sorry for him.

He didn’t seem to be putting up a huge fight to get away from Thor and whatever horrible punishment was waiting for him back in his old home. That was strange to you. If you were in his position, you knew you wouldn’t of made the mistake of getting caught to begin with.

You figured if you both ended up sticking around long enough you have to tell him how.

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