#clubbing loki

[lady-rose-moon]

Clubbing Night

Summary: after a year of nothing with your boyfriend, what's a little bit of fun with a sexy man that you meet at the club?

Warnings: 18+, smut, toxic bf, alcohol is drunk, loki should be a warning so... loki

A/N: so this is just to put something in between "Little Variant" so I hope you like it!

The club was always an easy retreat for you. The loud music beats and the lights swirling all over the place gave you a sense of being dizzy if you tried to walk straight. Nursing a drink as your boyfriend’s arm snaked around the small of your waist was usual for him and you. Whenever he wanted to visit the club, he would always buy you a revealing dress and drag you down into the club, uncaring of if you weren’t feeling or not. 

Standing at the bar, your boyfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled you close, whispering into your ear viciously, “stay here and look pretty. I’m going to dance with some lovely ladies.”

You nodded numbly and ordered another drink as you watched your boyfriend wave through the crowds to get to one of the lovely women dancing alone on the floor with a martini in her hand. The loud music thundered throughout your body as you kept your eyes locked on your boyfriend until they began to drift, as if compelled, to a man leaning against the wall opposite you. You downed your martini and turned back to the waiter, ordering another as your eyes tried to find your boyfriend.

After a few moments of searching, your eyes landed on your boyfriend venturing into the bathrooms with the pretty lady from the dance floor. Sighing, you sipped your martini and stretched your legs in front of you, feeling the short dress riding up your thighs as you shuffled on the bar stool. Suddenly, someone stood beside you and smiled politely at the barman as he yelled over the music, “one pint of mead, my good sir, many thanks!”

You gazed up out of pure curiosity and you were floored when you realised that you were staring at the very man that had caught your eye just minutes before. Your heart began to race as you stared up at the man. His jaw looked like it could cut diamonds, it was that sharp! His shoulders were broad but not like a bodybuilder’s, just the exact width that showed he was impressively strong but also that he didn’t obsess over working out. His adam's apple bobbed as he talked, prominent on his throat as you imagined biting down into that neck and leaving your claim on him. Frustratingly, your panties were already dampening and your thighs pressing hurriedly together. 

His green eyes met yours and his thin lips spread into such an attractive smirk that made your core throb with a need that you realised hadn’t been given to you in a long while when with your boyfriend. Then, the Gods be damned, the asshole added insult to injury by beginning to speak with a voice that seemed as if it was dipped in honey, “yes, darling? Is everything alright?”

Your cheeks flushed hurriedly and you averted your eyes, pulling your martini close to your chest as you stared down at it. Hearing a deep chuckle, your heart accelerated as the man turned and rested his back against the bar while bringing his pint to his lips, eyes scouring over the crowd as he did. After a minute, he began again, “you came with your boyfriend, right? How’s that going?”

You sighed and downed the rest of your martini before meeting the man’s inquisitive gaze, “badly,” you lamented, “he’s currently fucking a girl way prettier than I am in one of the bathrooms.”

“A girl prettier than you? I had no idea such a person existed,” the man winked and you rolled your eyes. Smooth, you thought with a grin but the man began again, “in all seriousness, men don’t understand a treasure before them until they lose it. Dance with me.”

He held out his hand to you and, needing the thrill, you took it eagerly and allowed him to pull you onto the dance floor. His hand rested on your hip and the other snaked around your head to pull the pins out of your hair so that your hairstyle would fall around your shoulders. The music was blaring around you and you were pressed up against this man, his chest to yours with a very appealing view of your breasts showing from the top of your dress. The both of you swayed together, the man beginning to slowly grind forward when he was sure you were comfortable.

With his hips steadily grinding against your front, you felt the beginnings of hardness in his pants as his hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, achingly close to grasping one cheek of your ass. Your eyes met his and saw how his eyes were clouded with lust, lust for you, only you. With a brave breath, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips furiously against his, moaning as he kissed back with ferocity. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to kiss, one leg lifting up against his waist with his free hand holding your thigh to keep you there, the steady sway of his hips eliciting a soft moan against his lips as his clothed cock brushed against your soaked panties. Pulling away for air, the man leaned down and began to spread kisses across your neck and you whimpered happily against him as he did, pressing your hips closer to his and feeling him release a breathy laugh in response. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he growled against your lips, his teeth pulling your lip away before letting it go with a proud smirk. Watching you nod, the man lead you to the bathrooms. 

When you were inside, he sensed your nervousness and turned to you, cupping your cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before whispering, “I’ll let you leave. You have a minute to decide.”

You stared at him in shock as your heart raced and your core throbbed, you hadn’t felt this horny for someone in a long while. Your boyfriend was barely acknowledging you anymore, he always went off with a girl the moment you stepped through the club’s doors, he never paid attention to you at home, never attended to your needs in bed and only took what he wanted. Then there’s this man, this man that gave you a chance to back out if you didn’t feel up to it, a man who had just danced with you and hadn’t looked at you with pity, a man who had attempted small talk. Like Hell, you were going to pass this up!

When the minute passed and you hadn’t moved, the man smirked and prowled towards you and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, his eyes fluttering shut with yours as he enjoyed the taste of your lip gloss and his tongue expertly studied your mouth as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. As if by magic, your panties were gone and his pants were down, his cock nudging at your weeping entrance. 

“Are you sure?” the man whispered gently, his head falling to your neck, his luscious lips peppering kisses across the skin and hearing your breath hitch.

You managed to grab his long black hair with one hand and you nodded before his cock pushed inside your aching pussy and he gasped in pleasure against your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his full length seated inside you, you hadn’t expected him to be this huge and you were taking all of him! 

The man waited a moment for you to adjust before slamming your back against the tiles of the bathroom and beginning to pound into you, his brows furrowed as he processed the intense pleasure that flowed through him as he thrust into you. He bared his teeth and bit down into your neck, eliciting a pleased moan from your mouth as his free hand cupped one of your breasts through your small dress, playing with your hard nipple through the fabric. 

“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” Loki breathed darkly against your ear, his thrusts becoming harder as your thighs shook around his waist, “I could do the shit that he never did. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him, I could be such a gentleman.”

You moaned beneath him, staring up into his eyes as you nodded eagerly, seeing the possibilities of what this man could give you. Already, he had been much more of a boyfriend to you than your own boyfriend had for the year you had been dating. The thoughts left your mind as his cock increased its thrusts inside you as one of his hands held your hands up above your head as the other began to toy with your clit, bringing forth the drowning feeling of an orgasm that you hadn’t felt in years. 

“You’re so beautiful,” the man breathed, watching as your eyes rolled back, his cock driving into the deep parts that your bastard of a boyfriend probably didn’t even know existed. “I’m Loki,” he growled against your ear, watching your eyes snap to him before another loud moan was released from your throat, “now moan it as I make you cum.”

Loki. His name was Loki! Oh, a sexy name for a sexy man! You thought as his thrusts became sharper, more precise as your high approached rapidly with the calculated twists of his fingers against your clit and the force of his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. You breathed heavily and moaned out your name as you whined loudly, your eyes opening just long enough to watch Loki throw his head back in pleasure and release an erotic moan of his own. 

“Loki!” you moaned, his name was the only thing running through your mind as your spiralled down into your orgasm, repeating his name like a broken record as electricity ran through your body and sent you over the edge, coating his cock in your release.

You didn’t have to wait much longer as the man above you moaned darkly into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering and his balls tightening before he released his cum inside you at the same time as he pressed his lips hungrily against yours. You moaned happily and desperately cupped his cheeks after he let go of your wrists to pull him closer to you.

Moments passed and you pulled away from the kiss, the thrill of what had happened roaring through your veins as you smiled up at Loki. “That was more than a dance,” you quipped tiredly, hearing him chuckle and you watched as he helped you slip your panties back on.

“Indeed,” he hummed, pulling up his own pants as he smirked at you, “what do you say, pet? Could I be a better boyfriend than him?”

You grinned and got to your feet, cupping his cheek and pressing another hungry kiss to his lips which he quickly reciprocated. When you pulled away, you whispered to him, “Call me.”

You slipped out of the bathroom after providing Loki with your number and you headed back to the bar. Your boyfriend was there and he did not look happy at the fact that you had left your place at the bar. Sighing, you pulled on your best smile and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, “hey, baby!”

Your boyfriend grabbed your arms and pulled you in front of him and he growled, “where have you been? I told you to sit here and look pretty, not to wander off and grab the attention of anyone else.”

You stared at him innocently although you were seething on the inside, “I had to go to the bathroom, I’m sorry baby!”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and kept a tight grip on your wrist as he stalked out of the club and hailed a taxi. The drive home was full of tension but you ignored it with a bright smile on your face as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing your mind to wander to the delicious fucking you had received from Loki in the bathrooms. 

When you got back inside your apartment, your boyfriend pinned you to the wall and sealed your lips in a fierce kiss but you bit down on his lip, causing him to yell and pull away. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, his fingers gently holding his lip as he glared at you, “what is wrong with you?!”

“Get out, I’m sick of being your toy that you can play with. Go fuck your whores, I hate the sight of you!” you sneered, your chest heaving as your boyfriend scowled and stalked up to you. Before he could touch you, you flipped a little notch in one of your rings and the spike that was hidden flipped up and you held it to his jugular, “touch me and you’re gone. I promise. Get out.”

Yelling all the swears under the sun, the man who was your boyfriend opened your front door and walked out, slamming it behind him. You hurried over to the door, secured the chain on the door and locked it behind him. Sighing in relief, you headed into the bathroom to clean up.

An hour later, you were peacefully perched on your sofa when your phone lit up with a call and you stared at it curiously before picking it up, “hello?”

“Hello, pet,” the honeyed voice purred down the receiver and you shuddered happily at the sound, “miss me?”

You grinned and leaned back on your sofa, knowing that you would have a much better experience with Loki than you ever would with your ex.

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[wheredafandomat]

Club Paradise 🫦

1 | Dirty Martini

Avenger! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, alcohol

Bringing the glass to his lips, Loki took a sip, swirling the whisky in his mouth for a moment before swallowing, the burn in his throat keeping him vigilant. Placing the glass back against the bar, the melodic music merged with the intoxicating liquid left him feeling almost placid. Almost.

“You need to relax more, so many knots”

“You’re late” Loki answered as your hands massaged his shoulders.

“Can one really be late to such an affair?” You teased.

“Are you wearing what I sent you?” Loki asked, ignoring your gaietyness.

“Buy me a drink first” you replied before Loki exhaled, gesturing to the seat next to him.

“A martini” Loki spoke as the bartender looked at him “please” he added, more as an afterthought.

“Extra dirty” you added, turning from the bartender to Loki before opening your coat a little, revealing the emerald lace bralette you were wearing underneath. Reaching out to touch you, Loki’s eyes widened slightly as you grabbed his wrist before placing it down.

“Down boy” you smiled sultrily before the bartender placed your drink in front of you. Bringing the thin stemmed glass to your lips, you took a sip. “Good comes to those who wait” you smirked at Loki as he watched your movements.

“I’m an impatient man,” he replied sternly.

“Not for me” you grinned “for me you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Please” Loki answered, his brows raising a little as his hard exterior began to crumble.

“Please what?”

“Please can we go upstairs?” he almost pleaded.

“Take this as a lesson in delayed gratification Mr Laufeyson” you smirked.

“Loki,” he corrected.

“Is that what you want me to call you tonight? Loki?” You questioned.

“Yes, just Loki,” he nodded.

“Well, Loki, once I’ve finished my drink we can go upstairs, okay?” You smiled “good.”

The ride in the elevator was silent as you looked at yourself in the mirror, ignoring Loki’s piercing gaze fixated on you. You bit down your smile as his eyes ventured across your body, his nostrils flaring as he fought down his primal urge to take you right there. Delayed gratification your words echoed in his head.

Pushing the door of the suite open, Loki was hot on your tail, practically slamming the door closed behind him before pushing you up against it and pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. It had been weeks since he had seen you last, too busy with missions and everyday he craved you more and more. He needed you. You barely broke the kiss as he pushed your coat off of your shoulders before it fell to the floor, pooling at your feet.

“Magnificent” Loki uttered, taking you in. Your body draped in his colours.

“Kneel” you leered, Loki wasting no time to drop to his knees in front of you. Your gazes met for a moment before his eyes roamed your body, falling to your legs as he began pressing kisses against them. You stepped out of your heels as his kisses met your ankles. Looking back up into your eyes, Loki’s hand began moving up your leg, venturing dangerously close to your inner thigh. Your breath escaped you, your eyes almost falling closed as his hand moved higher. The panties were crotchless so there was no barrier between his hand and your needy pussy.

Closing his eyes, Loki reveled in the feeling of his hand moving through your soft folds as your breaths began to quicken.

“Get on the bed” you ordered, trying to remain forbidden, rhadamanthine, just like Loki wanted you to. He obeyed, quickly standing to his feet before making his way onto the bed. “I read your note” you spoke, stepping towards him “about what you want to do, what you want me to do.”

“Yes?” Loki pleaded, excited at the prospect.

“Well, you know what to do next Loki” you smirked, saying his name pointedly as you reached the bed. Loki laid back against it as your hand found the bulge straining against his trousers. “You’re already so hard for me, good boy” you praised as you straddled him. Loki bucked his hips as you rolled your hips against his. “But this isn’t where you want me, is it?” You teased as Loki shook his head furiously no. Smiling, you moved yourself up his body, Loki’s hands guiding you exactly where he wanted you as one of your knees found the side of his head. You barely had time to find your balance before Loki was dragging your other leg up, yanking you down on top of him. You placed your hands against the headboard for stability as Loki began exploring your centre.

“Eager I see” you giggled as he held you down tightly against him, his arms wrapping around your thighs. “Ughh” you moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking. “Just like thattt” you guided, gyrating your hips as Loki flattened his tongue against your pussy.

“Mhmmm” he groaned against you, the vibrations travelling through you in a pleasing buzz.

“Fuck!” You almost came, hips moving to and fro as Loki sucked your clit again “I need you Loki, I need you now” you implored, your roles changing as you begged him to fuck you. Loki was quick to unbuckle his belt as you got off of his face and moved back down. Straddling him, you both exhaled as you took him inside of you.

“Norns, I’ve missed you” Loki almost sighed, content in the feeling of being inside of you.

Your eyes fell closed as he lifted his hips, fucking into you with ardour as you bounced above him. Your jaw was slack, moans and chants of his name falling from your lips as your clit hit his pelvis with every thrust. You were so close and so was he, you could feel it. His thrusts grew sloppy as he neared his orgasm.

“We’ll never leave it this long again” Loki grunted, slamming his hips up into yours “promise me” he continued, swiping his thumb against his tongue before rubbing it against your clit “promise me we won’t go this long without seeing each other again”

“I-I promiseee” you nodded desperately, your pleasure swelling.

“That’s my girl” Loki smirked, stilling his movements as he came inside of you, his cock throbbing against your walls.

“Fuckk” you mewled breathlessly as your arousal gushed out of you, dripping down Loki’s cock.

“And next time don’t be late” he spoke, coming down from his high as you got off of him.

“Whatever you say, Loki” you smiled.

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okay like i know there’s 2 more episodes so obviously they both survive this somehow but like the fact that they ended this episode with just this shot of loki and mobius is insane

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Club Reading Order

The Duff, Nightlife, and Carpe Noctem can be read on their own and thus I will not include them in this list. Cause of Action can be read on its own but should be read after The Duff.

Find the AU Masterlist here.

*this is only a recommended order, meaning that some parts overlap but events should align relatively chronologically.

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 1 

Mise en Place ♡ Part 1 

Wasted ✫ Part 1

Black Light ✧ Part 1

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 2 

Mise en Place ♡ Part 2

Wasted ✫ Part 2

Wasted ✫ Part 3 

Wasted ✫ Part 4 

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 3 

Mise en Place ♡ Part 3

Black Light ✧ Part 2 

Snake Eyes ☾ Part 4

Mise en Place ♡ Part 4

Black Light ✧ Part 3

Wasted ✫ Part 5 

Black Light ✧ Part 4

Wasted ✫ Part 6

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[last-herondale]

You Belong Here, With Me

Loki x FemReader

Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Tw: None that i can think of

A/N: I had an idea for a scene where the reader is hidden on Asgard while the Avengers fight a threat for her back on Earth. Loki is stuck being the host, but he really doesn’t mind. She doesn’t feel like she fits into Loki’s world, but Loki has a different opinion.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It had been a miracle that you managed to slip away from the celebration. While the Asgardians certainly knew how to throw a party, your social battery had been drained from the past few weeks.

You had agreed, when the team suggested you lay low for the time being. Earth was too chaotic, too unsafe for you right now. The largest target was on your back, and the only way to keep the people you cared about safe from harm was to leave.

Carol had many planets she offered to take you to. One where it was summer all year long, and the beaches were the most beautiful in the galaxy. You had declined. When Quill offered to pick you up for a time to travel with the guardians, you declined. But when Thor offered to take you to Asgard and have Loki stay to keep you company…

You shook your head at the memory. How stupid it seemed now.

You had slipped out of the ballroom, taking great care to not be followed. It was difficult adjusting to the Asgardian fashion. Frigga had sent up many fine dresses of various fabric and color. Tonight you selected an elegant royal blue dress that exposed most of your back and shoulders. You had a long silk shaw to match, and the ends of it billowed behind you as you hurried down the hallway towards your room.

You could still hear the music and laughter pouring from the ballroom as you shut the door right behind you. Immediately your body relaxed. You kicked off your shoes and meandered your way to the vanity table. You began to undo your earrings when you heard the door click open.

“Turning in early I see,” Loki said, shutting the door as he entered. You watched him from the mirror, and were struck by the beauty of him in his green and gold clothes. “I do believe the party was just getting started.”

“Leave me be,” you muttered. Loki rolled his eyes and made his way toward your bed. He sat on the corner closest to you.

“What kind of host would I be if I left you unattended during a party?” He kept his voice playful, but there was concern ridden in his blue eyes. It had been a strange few weeks. The two of you agreed it would be best to keep this relationship, or whatever it was that had grown between the two of you on Earth, under wraps while in Asgard. Loki had his reasons, all in good nature, he had promised, but still he was tight lipped about it all. You wondered what kind of customs Asgardians practiced when it came to intimacy, and you were too embarrassed to ask.

You sighed as you removed the rings and bracelets from your hands. They had been gifts from him, far too beautiful for the occasion. Your hands began to move towards your neck to unhook the maze of necklaces, but Loki was up in a flash.

“Allow me,” he said. He pushed your hair aside to one shoulder in a delicate motion. His hands were cool on the back of your neck, and you had to stop yourself from shivering. Carefully, began to unclasp each necklace and place them on the vanity.

“Tell me what troubles you, my love,” Loki said. He looked at you through the mirror's reflection. You stared at each other for a moment as Loki undid the last necklace. His fingers seemed to linger a bit on your shoulder, giving you the smallest of caresses.

The touch heated your blood and you stood from the vanity, turning to face him. His eyes searched yours, all amusement gone from his expression. Moonlight pooled in from your window, casting a beautiful pale light across Loki’s features. He was so ethereally beautiful that it hurt to look at him sometimes. You longed to touch him. To be able to openly touch him and love him as unabashedly as you had on Earth.

“I would prefer not talk about it tonight. Please, leave.” You whispered. You hated turning him away, but your heart and mind were too muddled and weary to feel anything else.

Hurt flashed across his face for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and simply shrugged. “As you wish.”

He strode a few steps forward, leaving you where you stood. You turned away, waiting for the door to slam shut after him but it never came.

“Have I done something to offend you?” He asked, facing the door. He slowly turned around as you looked at him. “If I have done anything, y/n, please let me correct it. You know I hate it when you're angry with me, darling. Please, tell me what I've done.”

His words rattled your resolve. You bit your lip to keep it from trembling. Your emotions from the past few weeks began to overflow, and it took all your strength to keep the tears at bay.

“It’s not you, Loki. It’s me,” you said, your voice cracked on the last word. Loki’s gaze softened immediately, any facade of anger or amusement gone. He stepped forward, placing his hands on your elbows.

“Y/n-“

You stepped back from his grip and began to pace the length of your room.

“I don’t belong here, Loki. This whole thing was a mistake.”

“What?” Loki ask incredulously. “Who the hell told you that nonsense? I shall have their tongues removed-”

“No one- I told myself that. Because it’s true. I don’t fit in here.” Tears brimmed the edge of your eyes. You silently cursed yourself for being so emotional. Why should it matter if you didn’t fit in here? Why did you care so much? It wasn't as if this was a permanent situation. You would be leaving just as soon as things settled down on Earth. Why did the idea of leaving hurt just as bad? They were answers you hadn’t been able to find in the time you had been on Asgard.

You expected Loki to laugh. It sounded ridiculous enough in your head and saying it out loud didn’t give the words anymore validity. But still, your heart twinged at the thought. But he didn’t. Instead he just stood there, looking thoughtfully at you, as if he understood.

“You are unhappy here…”

You winced at the sadness that lingered in his sultry voice. You stopped pacing and took refuge by sitting on the edge of your bed.

“It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed my time here. Truly, your home is beautiful- it’s magnificent. Everyone here has been nothing short of generous, especially your mother, but I just-“

You took a ragged breath. “I’m just a human. A human that made a very big mistake to have to be hidden away. I’m a mess. I don’t fit in here- amongst gods in their golden palace. I’m not like you Loki.”

“I believe you and I are more alike than you’d care to admit. And you are so much more than just a human.” You blinked at him, shocked by his response. He didn’t seem angry, or even the slightest bit annoyed by your explanation. Instead, a hint of playfulness danced in his eyes. He moved closer to you extending out his hand.

“May I show you something?” He asked. You opened your mouth to object but he just clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “If you still wish to leave afterwards I will have Heimdall take you anywhere you’d wish to go. Just- humor me for a moment. Please?”

You gave him an uncertain look, but the small grin on his face made your heart lurch in your chest. You placed your hand in his and followed him as he led you out of your room.

“Loki- my shoes…” you began as your bare feet hit the cool marble walkway outside of your room.

“Don’t worry, darling, you won’t need them. Come, quickly before someone sees us.”

The two of you ran through the palace. Loki kept the two of you close to the dark passage ways, making sure to stay clear from any other person that lingered the halls. Music from the ballroom could still be heard across the palace. It’s fast tempo gave the ground beneath your feet a heartbeat.

Loki held you close, never letting go of your hand as the two of you ducked into a single spiraled stairwell. Unexpectedly, he swept you off your feet and began to carry you as he ran up the stairs. You let out a swell of laughter as the two of you ascended, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. You fought the urge to kiss him, biting your bottom lip as you held him.

Once you made it to the top, Loki gently put you down and took your hand again. He walked with you this time, following the corridor until the entrance arched into a beautiful awning. Your eyes widened at the sight of Asgard in the starlight. The city seemed to dance underneath the moonlight, and the glow from the Bifrost glimmered in the distance.

You leaned on the stone edge balcony, letting the ends of your shawl blow loosely in the wind. Loki stepped closer beside you, the left side of your body felt warmed by his presence.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured.

“As are you,” Loki said. You felt your cheeks burn as the compliment. “Do you know why I offered to bring you here?”

The question stunned you. The whole time you had assumed your placement here had been Thor’s idea. Loki took your silence as an answer and continued.

“I wanted you to come here because I could not think of any other place you deserved to be.”

Loki looked out onto the expanse of Asgard. His eyes grew soft at the sight of his home. “When I found out the truth of my past, I felt exactly as you feel now. Unworthy. And then when I continued to make mistake, after mistake-“

Loki’s voice broke. You placed your hand on top of his and held on tightly. He gave you a small smile and ran his thumb over your fingers. It was the most contact you two had since your arrival. Loki had been called away on official duties, standing in for Thor in his absence by attending meetings with Odin. But even this simple touch seemed to sustain the both of you.

“Asgard is a difficult place to call home. Especially for those of us that were not born from its glory. I have fought bitterly for my place here. I have hurt many who loved me for the sake of it, and have worked tirelessly to amend these wrongs and yet it often does not feel enough.”

Loki turned to you, taking both of your hands in his.

“I do not deserve it, but I am a son of Odin. I am a prince of Asgard, despite it all. And you,” his fingers tipped your chin up gently, moving your face closer to his. “From the moment I met you, I knew you belonged here. Even on Earth, in those quiet moments we shared together, your mind- your soul, you always reminded me of home.”

Tears were falling down your face now. Your body hitched with a small laugh as Loki wiped a tear away.

“I hoped you would fall in love with Asgard. Hoped that I could share with you one of the few parts of my life that I am actually proud of. I never wanted it to make you feel less than you are. And to me y/n, you are everything.”

Loki pulled his hands away for a moment. He held them out before you as magic illuminated around his palms. A thin silver crown made of silver vines appeared before Loki. Flecks of gold spilled around the silver, making the crown glimmer in his hands.

Loki looked at you, his gaze as steady and as sure as you’ve ever seen him. Before you stood a god, one that looked as if he would burn the world down for you, and you alone.

"There is beauty in the starlight of every corner of the galaxy, but I have found the one who for me, holds the stars."

"Loki?" you asked breathlessly.

Loki gave a small smile. "I was going to ask you tonight, before all of Asgard, if you would marry me. But as always, you made me change my plans when you left the ball early. "

"Marry you?" you whispered. Loki nodded, his pale blue eyes lit up his face.

“That’s why I was away these last few days. I spoke with my father, my mother, even Thor before we left, to ensure that if you were to accept- you would have your rightful place here with me, as a Princess of Asgard.”

“And-if Asgard does not make you happy my dear, then we can live on Earth. We could live anywhere- wherever you want. As long as I have you, I know I will be home.”

Words seemed to fail you. Tears continued to fall down your face as Loki looked at you with unbearable gentleness. “You would have me then?” You asked. “Despite everything..?”

Loki gave you a heartbreaking smile. He placed his hand on the side of your face and stroked your cheek. “Y/n, love,” he murmured. “I wish you could see yourself as I do. But I will spend the rest of our lives showing you how much you mean to me. I will be there, no matter what else comes your way. I will fight for you, and all you hold dear for the rest of my days."

You smiled as tears ran down your face. The wind blew tendrils of your hair around. You put your hands on Loki’s face, pulling him closer until the tips of your foreheads touched.

“Yes,” you whispered. "Yes, I will marry you."

Loki gave a soft, almost relieved, laugh. He used his free arm and wrapped it around your waist as he brought your body closer to his, until there was mere inches between you. His hand splayed out on the bare back of your dress as he brought you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him deepen the kiss, wanting to be consumed by him in every way. He broke apart, making sure to pepper your tear stained cheeks with light kisses.

He brought up the other hand that held the crown. You rolled his eyes at him as he spun it around his finger.

“A ring would have sufficed,” you teased.

“Not for you, my dear,” he murmured as he gently placed the crown on top of your head. “Nothing in the cosmos could suffice.”

The crown was light on your head. Loki took a step back to get a good look at you and his eyes seemed to darken as he took you in. You felt your face flush as you reached out for him to come back to you. He smiled as he spun you around, causing your dress to twirl in the moonlight. He kissed you again, holding you tightly against the backdrop of the Asgardian moon.

“Does this mean we have to return to the party?” You asked teasingly against his mouth.

“It is technically our engagement party. It would be rude to keep them waiting all night. I believe my mother had a cake made for us.”

He kissed the length of your neck, taking great care to give every exposed part of your skin attention. You smiled and tipped your head back, happiness radiating from every pore in your body.

“Can we wait- a few more minutes?” You asked breathlessly. Your hands traveled up the back of his neck, entangling into his hair as he kissed your collarbones.

“Darling,” he growled into your skin, “if you keep touching me like that, we may never make it back to that party.”

You laughed, letting yourself forget all of the doubt you had held in your heart. Playfulness danced in your eyes as you tipped Loki's face up to yours.

"No rush, or anything dear," you murmured. "But I did leave my shoes in my room."

Loki chuckled, giving you a wicked grin. With that he lifted you into his arms. "Let us make haste then to the bedroom- to retrieve my dear lady love's shoes, of course."

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#fem reader #reader x marvel #marvel fanfic club #marvel #mcu fanfiction #loki odinson #loki x you #loki #loki and reader #loki laufeyson #reader x loki #loki fluff #fluff #sweetness #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki comfort #loki god of mischief #mcu loki #loki love

[stanlunter]

Pov: you're bisexual, but your sexuality is always getting erased just bc you end up in relationship with a woman

Bi guys deserve respect

#bisexuality #Bi erasure #Loki #Hunter #Toh #sir pentious #Hazbin hotel #Moxie #helluva boss #Tim drake #lucifer morningstar #Bow #Spop #Shinji #li shen #Mulan #the narrator #fight club

[worstloki]

Sigyn avoiding the allegations by only referring to masc Loki as her ‘husband’ and calling fem Loki her ‘bestie’ in the most allegation-inducing tones possible while insisting she’s unmarried for the time being

#‘how are you not married??? that’s the same guy!!!!’ #Sigyn: I’m heterosexual 🗣🔥🗣🦅💥💥🦅💯🔥🗣✨💥💥🦅🚨🙌🗡✨🦅💥💥 #people like why don’t u just call him your partner or explain that he’s living life as a woman at the moment and she’s like ‘...no <3’ #Sigyn avoids misgendering this way but also avoids people being mean about the gender switch bc she insists fem Loki is not the same guy #a true ally fr #‘does your husband know you’re at the club right now??’ *sigyn looks Loki in the eyes and asks ‘what husband?’*

[artthoufruity]

Odin sucks and Mobius doesn't hence Mobius isn't an Odin variant, case closed

#lokius #mobius m mobius #odin hate club #odin #loki series #loki theories #mcu loki

[writing-for-life]

Hey Dear. I highly admire your wisdom and opinions around The Sandman Universe and I’d love to come back to Morpheus’ end and his long way to his fatal fall. Even if he has chosen to go down this road, with all of these alternative exits along his way I still wonder: It all started with that wonderful allegory of „Seeking Destruction“ in Brief Lives. Maybe Neil’s quote „You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed“ is a key or hint to the question who wanted to destroy Dream? Is it really possible that our good old endless friends Destruction is the one behind? That even when he left his realm it’s still his nature, to destroy (Morpheus) and make something new?! Loki the great manipulator talked about a higher instance that uses him. Was it Destruction? Could he has done it out of what… incomprehension towards Dreams way to rule his own realm or just because of being… destructive?!

Adding as usual: Send me your asks, everyone—I love them!

Thank you so much, friend, and such good questions!

Honest answer: No one truly wanted to destroy Dream apart from Dream himself. Even Desire, who is arguably most out to get him, didn't really in my view. Did they want to teach him a lesson? Yes. Did they want to hit him where it hurt? Also yes. They are just diametrically opposed despite being surface level similar. But when Desire notices it is truly happening, that Dream is on a path with no backing out, they are scared and fairly close to losing their bearings. And their speech during The Wake shows that they just wished they hadn't been in each others' lives and might have both been better for it. Also: They even tried to warn him at the beginning of Brief Lives. And they told Tiffany about it, too. For Desire, the A Midsummer Night's quote also comes true (and how funny is it that we get an explicit mention of both desire and dream here?:

They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

They think they want to destroy Dream (or maybe not even that. It's really cosmic level "throwing dummies out of the pram" with them. They need a get along shirt, is what I'm saying 🤣). But once Desire gets what they want, it's all not that clear-cut anymore.

Who is at fault or: The Endless as concepts

I guess to look deeper into who is at fault, it all boils down to really having to see the Endless as concepts, and I personally don't think it started only with Brief Lives--it started much, much earlier. At least (!) in "The Sound of her Wings"--I think people often misunderstand it solely as Death setting Morpheus' head straight and him being reminded of his function again. Which is true to a degree. But I firmly believe this is actually the issue where Morpheus decides death is his way out. She gave him "much to think about". He "hears her wings". His responsibilities can wait for a moment (that's the only time you'll ever hear him saying that).

Dream has always been closest to Death--she gives him solace and comfort, he considers death a gift. I recommend reading the poem in issue #8 again.

Death is before me today:    like the recovery of a sick man,    like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today:    like the odor of myrrh,   like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today:    like the course of a stream;   like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. Death is before me today:   like the home that a man longs to see,   after years spent as a captive.

Then look at that last stanza. That is his takeaway. That is what it feels like to him. He is that man who spent years in captivity. He longs to see that home--he wants to die. It's already in plain sight here.

And yes, all the other siblings are conceptual as well.

We meet Destiny the first time in #7, "Sound and Fury", and we already get a hint that he is worried to turn the pages of his book--which could be considered foreshadowing that it is possible for Morpheus to die (which shouldn't be the case from all we know up until there).

We meet Desire and Despair for the first time in issue 10, and while people focus a lot on Desire wanting to destroy Dream, I'd like to propose the following: Dream, at this stage, already desires death. Whether he does so consciously or subconsciously doesn’t really matter. So if we see the twins as purely conceptual, they just heard his call:

He is in a state of despair, and he desires to die.

It's always been in Dream to feel like that, for much longer. But this is where it gets really obvious. He made that choice two issues beforehand. Desire always meddles because that's what Desire does. They hear your call and make you want, no matter if it's good for you or not. We see this with literally everyone they are ever involved in. And sometimes giving one thing to someone takes something away from another. Plus, they flippin' saved the Universe with Dream, so they definitely have it in them to do good (even if not always for the most ethical reason). After the reset, they just remember flashes of the wrong (or shall I say right?) stuff, like using dream vortices to get to Dream.

He goes on a journey with Delirium in Brief Lives to seek Destruction. Why did Delirium choose him? Because he's the only one (unlike his siblings, who all sent Delirium away) who is receptive. One could think Dream is in a mildly delirious state after Thessaly left him. And that's why he is so on and off with Delirium. He has moments of clarity when he knows it's a shitty idea, when he knows it affects other people, when he calls it off because he feels responsible for Ruby's death, when he knows it isn't right. And then Death (!!!) tells him off because he "hurt Delirium", and he keeps going. He still seeks Death. And he finds Destruction.

That's all so deeply metaphorical, I don't even know where to start.

Is Destruction behind it?

No. If we subscribed to that thought, Death would actually be a much more likely culprit, but she isn't either. Or she is. Just like all the siblings are and aren't. Destruction is just what he is conceptually, just like all the other siblings are.

It is Dream himself who orchestrated all of it, consciously or subconsciously (both really). And when you look at when he meets what sibling, it all becomes really crystal clear (I actually have a meta about this in the making, I'll tag you when it's done).

If anything, Destruction wanted to help him, tell him to walk away. He says this to Daniel in The Wake as well--that there's basically a way out if he can't do it anymore. But Destruction's way is not Morpheus!Dream's way, neither is it likely to ever be Daniel!Dream's way.

So I guess conceptually yes, he destroys and hence creates something new (which ties in nicely with him visiting Daniel!Dream and actually being the first one who shows true care towards him). But the impulse always comes from Dream I think. Just like with all his other siblings.

Whenever he is closest to someone or meets one of his siblings, it tells us something about his state of mind. Is this a chicken and egg problem, as in: Does he make them do it or do they make him do it? Well, the Endless exist because sentient beings make it so, not the other way around. So he meets whomever he meets because he calls for them, so to speak. At least that's how I see it.

Who is that higher instance?

I am fairly certain that the higher instance Loki talks about is Dream himself. Loki transgressed majorly in Season of Mists, and Dream twisted his arm into a deal at the end of SoM. We never find out at that point what the deal is, but yeah--it's probably fairly safe to assume it's "that one".

Also: If Dream hadn't commissioned Shakespeare, Puck wouldn't have been on the loose.

And even in Dream Hunters (so even further back in time), he already "learned lessons"--especially about existential dread (the Onmyōji), but also about doing the right thing out of love (both the monk and the fox), even if it leads to your own demise (the monk).

And even in Overture, we get hints that he might have had an epiphany that there's another Dream in the future (that whole "time flies" panel, using the saeculum etc). Morpheus gets an inkling it might be a future version of himself that sends the saeculum back in time. How much of it he remembers and whether it is fragmented after the reset will of course forever stay a mystery; but it quite frankly doesn’t make sense that he doesn’t remember because we get too many hints he does.

Suffice it to say: He's been baiting the traps for a while (and even Death tells him so before she takes his hand), literally hundreds of years, but issue #8 is really where everything is starting to fall into place.

And that’s because the fishbowl changed him. He staved it off for as long as he could stay aloof and detached. But once he entered the realm of human experience, as Frank McConnell called it in his intro to the Kindly Ones, he was done for...

Now, whether he wanted it to happen exactly the way it did—that’s an entirely different question, because I don’t think he did. Maybe he had planned for a slightly more, shall we call it elegant exit, but he backed himself into a corner with his rigid sense of duty until the way it went remained the only way out if he wanted to prevent more damage to what he cared for—the Dreaming.

Woah, blabbering away as usual, thanks again for the ask!

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman #sandman meta #sandman bookclub #asks answered #send asks #destruction of the endless #loki the sandman #sandman book club #the sandman meta #sandman spoilers #sandman comics spoilers

[incorrect-losers]

Bill: Where are we?

Stan: I was following you

Bill: No, I was following you

Stan: Bill. You were clearly ahead of me

#losers club #it #it chapter 2 #it stephen king #the losers club #losers club incorrect quotes #bill denbrough #stan uris #stanley uris #stanbrough #source: loki

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Snake Eyes 4

Warnings: noncon, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: thanks all for reading and I hope you’re excited for this one. All feedback is more than welcome and loved and appreciated. Reblogs are most helpful.

Part of The Club AU

“You’re disgusting,” you say and step away from the shelves, “it’s not worth–”

He catches your arm as you try to skirt around him. You spin to face him and tug on his grip. It’s firm and unrelenting. He smirks as his other hand comes up behind your neck and he forces you close.

“That’s too bad, you could’ve walked out with a good take,” he pinches the muscle along your neck, “as it were, I’m not in the habit of paying for it.”

“Get off of me–”

“Shh, it’s easier if you just go along. Don’t work too hard,” he slithers.

You lash out with your other hand, barely missing his cheek with your nails as he tilts away from your reach. You grunt and throw your fist against his shoulder but the impact is lessened as he squeezes your neck harder. An electric pain zips down your back and you cry out.

“Darling, you think a bit higher of yourself than you should,” he snickers as he turns and walks you backwards, “the number of women I’ve had through these doors, they know when to shut up and take it. They’re wise enough at least to be flattered–”

“You’re gross, get off me–” you whimper as his nails dig into the tendons of your neck. His other hand is on his belt, the buckle clinking loudly.

“Mm, maybe, but I’ve enough money to make up for that,” he winks and you sneer in revulsion. 

He leans in, close. His green eyes sparkle as they fall to the grimace that curls your lips. His tongue pokes out as heat radiates across your cheeks and chest, a storm of mortification and rage. He keeps his hand on his belt. What the fuck is he doing?

“Well, you’ve made your choice, you may walk out empty-handed,” his lips almost brush yours as he speaks, “oh, you will regret that you did not take any benefit from this.”

“I won’t regret shit,” you snarl as you feel his grip loosen and shove him away, “I quit. I’m done with this nest of scum.”

He lets you go and takes a step back. You shove him again, harder and turn on your heel. You clutch your hands into fists and march away, shaking with the surge of adrenaline. The weight of his touch remains heavy along your neck.

Another job gone. You bluster out of the backroom without looking back, his rolling chuckle following you out. Your vision pinpoints and you sense a shadow along the edge but you don’t look over. You’re humiliated enough, you don’t need to see the witnesses.

You pass by the bar as the lights of the bar glare down at you and music pumps, echoing the anger pounding behind your temples. You can’t believe this shit. He’s not the first creep you’ve encountered in the business but dammit if it isn’t exhausting.

“Hey, where–” Thor calls after you.

“I quit,” you bark over your shoulder, “you can thank your brother.”

You don’t hesitate, you don’t look back. Good riddance. You worked at dives less shady than this painted up cesspool.

🐍

Sleep is fleeting. Even after two shots of rum, you can muster more than a morsel here and there, drifting off only to wake in a fit of anxiety. You hate the job search. It’s torture. Putting on a smile when all that should matter is that you know how to mix a goddamn drink.

You relent and wake up. A strong coffee to start your day of defeat. Scrolling the postings is like dredging a swamp for gold. As much as you longed for time off, this wasn’t what you had in mind.

You apply to several of the franchises. Your time at Applebee’s wasn’t awful but the tips were shit. A few upscale places you could never manage an interview at. And out of desperation, a private posting for an event. It wouldn’t be for the long-run but it would get some cash in hand while you wait for something more stable.

You log off before noon. You should try to sleep. You lay down, a bit calmer now that you’ve done a bit of footwork. You pull a pillow over your head. You brush your neck with your fingertips and shudder. Tender bruises dabble across your skin and tinge as you touch them. Asshole.

You wake up around six. Your phone is filled with useless notifications. Not even a call from work. Well, you don’t want to hear from them unless it’s about your final check. Amid the automatic notifications about your applications, there is a single response. Oddly fast but you won’t complain.

It’s from the event host. Seeing as the occasion is only a week on the horizon, you guess it’s not unforeseen. The message is straight to the point.

‘Hello,

Thank you for your application. Upon review of your credentials, we would be interested in discussing this position further with you. Please let us know the best time to arrange an interview.

Best Regards, Sif’

You mull on the offer. It is a bit sudden, not entirely transparent. You’ve been to some strange job interviews. You remember that boat you worked on for a whole two hours and snuck off before it disembarked. 

There is only the description of the event. ‘A private event for wealthy investors’. Corporate, those always go over well and companies do tend to dole out a healthy bonus. What the hell? Beggars, chooser, all that shit.

#loki #dark loki #loki x reader #dark!loki #drabble #au #series #the club #snake eyes #avengers #mcu #marvel #thor

[glynrick]

Didn’t have Miss Minutes turns out to be a creepy AI stalker on my Loki season 2 bingo card but here we are.

#miss minutes #Loki #loki season 2 #just monika #doki doki literature club #drawing #fan art #creepy #marvel

[puppeteerpoet]

They’re kinda me and my husband by mitski

I always saw the song as being about an abusive marriage where the wife tried to keep the marriage working and the way freya talked about her marriage to Odin…

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #freya #freya gow #odin #mitski #odin god of war #me and my husband #gow ragnarök #gow spoilers #look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong #the bond between a girl and her ability to relate any situation to a song #Odin hate club #atreus #angrboda #loki #kratos #gow #odin gow #odin allfather #freyr #freya god of war

[last-herondale]

Help Me Understand

Loki x FemReader!

Loki x FemReader!

Angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff Warnings: Mentions of abuse, self deprecation, feelings of unworthiness

This fic takes place during Dark World. (I didn't particularly like the movie, but we were blessed with scenes of Loki so...) Summary: The reader is a handmaid of the castle, assigned by Frigga to take care of a special prisoner. While you tend to Loki, you slowly begin to learn more about the "Would-be King of Earth".

A/n: Here is the Loki fic that i promised in my poll! I hope you like it! I had fun with this one.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

“Could you cease with your incessant humming?” Loki hissed from across the room.

He sat against the wall of his cell, not bothering to look up from his book as he spoke to you. You ignored him, continuing your tune as you attended to your duties. Maiden’s work was not a particular favorite job of yours, but Queen Frigga had requested for you personally to see to Loki’s new… living arrangements.

You had just finished putting fresh linens on his bed, placing clean clothes into his wardrobe, and began to tidy up his mess of books that were strewed about the place. You continued to hum as you worked, delicately placing the books into their proper shelves.

Finally, you heard the soft slamming of a book, and a loud sigh from behind you. “Must you always be so irritating?”

“Insulting me will not make me leave any faster, your grace,” you say simply as you finish tidying up. You turn around to him and are met with an icy stare. “In fact,” you mused, “I may decide that these floors need waxing, and gods know how long that might take me.”

A flicker of something crossed Loki’s face, but you were unable to detect what it was before he turned his face back towards his book. He didn’t open it again, but rather he let his fingers caress the pages gently. You found yourself watching him for longer than necessary, and heat flooded your cheeks as you turned away. You gathered up the old sheets and began to make your way to the exit when his voice cut through the silence. “Why do you still call me that?”

You halted mid-step, blinking in surprise at the question. “Call you what, your grace?”

“That,” Loki said bitterly, “Your Grace. You of all people should know by now. I am a prisoner. I have no place here.”

You froze in place. In the few days you had worked here, Loki had hardly spoken to you, let alone discuss his imprisonment. You slowly turned to face him, being careful to guard your emotions. Loki looked to you expectantly, an eerie calm washed over his face as he waited for you to respond.

"You are still a Prince," you replied carefully, "And I was taught to always formally address those of higher status."

Loki gave a bitter laugh. "Naive little thing, aren't you? Save your pleasantries for when you leave this cell, I have no need for them, and you'll not win any favor with the All Father by being cordial with me."

You narrowed your eyes at the god. You had heard rumors of his nature all your life. The Mischievous son, the silver tonged viper, the fallen god. Stories of his rampage on Earth had spread like wildfire. You had wondered how much of them were true, if he really was the villain everyone seemed to think he was.

You straightened your posture, tilting your head a bit higher. You refused to be intimidated by him, no matter what you might have heard. "It is not for your benefit, believe me. I am in the service of your mother, not Odin, and it is on her behest that I show you this simple act of courtesy, whether you are deserving of it or not. Now if you will excuse me, your grace," you spun on your heel and exited the room, leaving Loki glaring after you.

~

The next few days passed by without issue. You attended to your duties in a diligent manner, always bringing Loki his meals on time, cleaning his cell, and bringing him books that his mother had sent with you. Loki kept his distance, for the most part. He couldn't help but mutter the occasionally bitter phrase at you, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. Frigga was grateful to you for your service. The other maidens were too frightened of Loki to take the job, and you were Frigga's last hope. For what, you were not certain.

It was dinner time now. You carried a platter of food down into the cells, taking pleasure in the smell of freshly baked bread and stew meat. A guard let you into the cell without question. You thanked him as you entered and was unsurprised to see Loki lounging in a chair, book in hand. He had his hair tied back into a messy bun, a few of his dark strands lingered on his face, almost kissing his cheekbones.

You cleared your throat, watching as his eyes flickered up briefly from his book to look at you. "I have brought your dinner," you said. You placed the plate on a small table that sat on the opposite side of the room, being careful to move some scattered books and parchment. As you turned, books in hand, you nearly bumped into him as he stood beside you. "Watch it!" you snapped. Immediately you bit your lip.

A smirk spread across Loki's face, as if he could read you like one of his books. "My, my," he mused, "Not as cordial as we usually are, are we?" Warmth heated your face as you pushed past him, eager to be done with your job. “My apologies,” you muttered. Loki just snorted as you began to put away the books in their proper place.

"And what have you brought me today, my gracious lady?" Loki mocked as he lifted the lid from the container.

"Lamb stew, your grace," you replied with a sour tone. You finished putting the books away and turned to face him. You were caught off guard by the sight of him. He stood rigidly over the plate, giving a distant stare into the bowl. “Is something wrong?” You asked.

Loki remained silent as he slipped into the dining chair. He clasped his hands together in a tight ball, and leaned his head into them. Slowly, you made your way closer to the table. You peaked your head over the bowl to make sure nothing was amiss.

“My mother made this, didn’t she?” He asked weakly.

“I’m not sure your gr—“

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Loki slammed his hands down onto the table, causing the bowl to go spilling all over the table. Loki rose from his seat so fast that the chair knocked backwards. “Does she take me for a fool? Does she honestly think that she can win my sympathy by bringing me books, cooking my favorite meals, sending some broad to tend to me each day?”

Your blood felt like ice in your veins. Loki looked at you as if you were some kind of monster. His eyes seemed wild, but there was a sadness in his expression that he couldn’t hide. He caught you staring, and he gave a low snarl as he charged toward you. You stood your ground, stiffening your back as he stuck a finger in your face.

“You tell my mother— the next time you grovel at her feet— that I don’t need her pity. She needs to accept how things are now— how things have always been..." he took a ragged breath. The heat of him radiated around you. He inched ever closer to you, his forehead nearly touching yours as he hissed. "I don’t need her— and I most certainly do not need you.”

“Is that all?” You asked calmly. Loki’s expression looked murderous, but you just turned around and began to clean the table. You gathered the tray, putting everything back as best as you could as you made your way to the exit. You hesitated before leaving, turning back to look at Loki. He had thrown himself into one of the armchairs, holding his head in his hand as his body heaved with deep breaths.

You sighed a soft breath and placed the tray down on the floor. You didn’t understand why you were doing what you were doing. All you knew is that you were walking across the room, sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked up at you with tear brimmed eyes. Your presence shocked him, that you were certain. He had to mold his expression into one more hostile to fit the façade, but instead he just looked… broken.

There was a pang in your chest when you looked at him. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

“Firstly,” you began in a gentle voice, “I will expect an apology for your earlier comment before I leave.” Loki opened his mouth to speak but you quickly interrupted. “Secondly, your mother is one of the few people in Asgard— possibly in the universe— that truly cares about you. You are her son, and she loves you unconditionally, despite whatever might have happened in your past. You would do well to remember that.”

He just stared at you with a wavering intensity. “You don’t know anything,” he muttered. “Perhaps not,” you shrugged, “but what I do know is that you do not frighten me. If your goal is to scare me away or anger me to the point of insanity-- I’m afraid you’ll fail. But there is little use in making my job more difficult than it needs to be, so out with it."

Loki furrowed his brow. "I don't-" "Look, neither one of us wants to be in this situation. Clearly, you are upset— either with your circumstances, the Queen, or me I don’t care, but for the sake of both of our sanity, I think its best we clear the air."

Loki scoffed. "This is ridiculous." "No, what is ridiculous is throwing a fit over perfectly fine stew," you muttered, letting a small smile escape your lips. Loki studied you, taking a large sigh as he rubbed his temples. "You are quite irritating," Loki muttered.

You took that as a victory and nodded. "It does not have to be today. We can begin tomorrow, when I bring you your breakfast." You stood up from his bed and made your way to the exit, picking up the tray once more. “Think on it, your Grace. I believe it could do us both some good… this cell can feel lonely for just about anyone, but it doesn’t have to be.”

You signaled for the guard to open the door. Just as you were about to step out, you heard his low voice echo behind you.

"I apologize," Loki began in a soft tone, "for my behavior this evening. My words were- unbecoming to say the least, my lady." He said the last words with a sour tone, but there was the faint whisper of a smile on his lips. You turned to him and gave a small bow with your head just before leaving the cell.

~

As promised, the next morning you came, breakfast in hand. This time you requested that two portions be prepared. You wanted Loki to feel as normal as possible, so you joined him for breakfast. At first he seemed amused when you took a seat at the table in front of him, a sly smile inching across his face as you served yourself from the platter. "Aren't you going to eat?" you mused, filling your plate with meats and eggs, "I will eat this entire thing if you don't." Eventually he shrugged and also began to dig in.

You were surprised by how easy it was to talk with him. It was as if you had always known each other. Once the conversation began, which took some encouragement from your end, it never seemed to stop. Loki had a deep love for books and theater, and you quite enjoyed listening to him recount his favorite plays from the royal theater. The two of you talked about your childhood, the fond memories of Asgard in your youths. Loki spoke of Thor often, even though he seemed to try to avoid him as much as possible. You could tell he loved his brother, despite their complicated history. Loki refused to talk about his father, the memories still perhaps too painful for him, and so you didn’t push.

You listened to every word, not out of duty or obligation, but out of curiosity. It was an odd wonder to pick the brain of the crowned prince. The mental images that you held of him from past rumors were starting to fade. A clearer picture was being painted and the menacing god before you was beginning to become a man. He would listen to you as well. Loki would ask you questions as you worked, and he seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

Days passed like this. You now ate every meal with Loki. The two of you filled the empty silence with chatter and sometimes laughter. You viewed each time you made him laugh as a victory and he enjoyed teasing you to the point of making you red in the face. His demeanor towards you changed. Slowly, his snippy remarks began to dwindle and he seemed to smile more, although you couldn’t be sure if it was because of your company.

~

Not all days were good. Some days Loki would be in one of his horrid moods. You came to the cell one day to find most of his furniture overturned. His cell was a wreck and Loki seemed to mirror his room. His hair was a tangled mess, and dark circles hung under his eyes. Part of you wanted to get angry with him. To yell, to curse, to hit at him for making you clean up after him. But you didn’t. There was still that lingering sadness in his eyes, hidden behind the slyness. You could see he was hurting in ways you couldn’t imagine and so you took it in stride.

He would apologize once his episodes would end. He would read to you from his favorite books, as a sort of peace offering, or make sure to clean up immediately after your meals so that you wouldn’t have to. You never forgave him out loud, but he must have known you didn’t hate him too much because you kept returning. Day after day.

One night you returned to bring him dinner and you could tell he was in one of his dark moods. He hadn’t destroyed himself or the room, thank god, but you could sense the change in his demeanor as he ate. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or shall we continue this night in silence?” You meant it as a friendly nudge. You knew sometimes playful taunts could pull him out of his darkness, but instead he just shook his head.

“I think I would prefer to be alone tonight. Your presence is not needed.” He stood up from the table and walked to his reading chair where he plopped down. Normally, you would have obliged and left, but something was nagging at the back of your mind. A silent command. Stay.

You rose from your seat and slowly made your way towards him. He watched you move closer, his weary eyes seemed to brighten as you took your seat across from him at the edge of his bed. “Something is troubling you,” you say softly, “Please, let me help you.” Loki’s face became unbearably soft as he looked at you with complete tenderness. “You can’t. I’m haunted… the things I’ve done…” he placed his head in his hands and shuddered.

“Loki,” you said gently as you reached over and placed a hand on his knee, “I think it’s time you told me about New York.” Loki lifted his head to look at you. He looked pained at the mention of his biggest failure. He had refused to mention it, and you had been careful to avoid the subject. But you couldn’t stand to see him so broken. Maybe if he talked about it…

“If I told you what happened,” he began slowly. He took your hand off of his knee and held it in his hand gently, looking at it rather than you, using the tips of his fingers to trace the lines on your palm, “you might very well hate me.” A shiver ran down your spine as he touched you. He looked up at you again, his tired eyes searched yours.

“Would it matter if I did?” You asked. Loki gave a shaky laugh, “Perhaps not, but I don’t want this to be the story that scares you away. I was actually starting to enjoy your company.”

You felt a lump in your throat. "I told you before... I am not easily frightened." Loki realized there was no swaying you, or perhaps he needed the outlet. Maybe he could no longer hold back the secrets that haunted him.

He let go of your hand, almost unwillingly, and watched as you slowly pulled it back to rest in your lap. He took a ragged breath, waiting a moment, as if to savor the last moment of normalcy between the two of you. A part of you feared what his story entailed. What had truly happened on Earth?

~

After he finished his story, he finally looked up at you to gage your reaction. You had your hands balled into fists, and they trembled slightly in your lap. Loki noticed them immediately and his face went a little slack. "I'm sorry," he muttered. You blinked at his words. "Sorry? Loki—" you struggled to find the words. A million thoughts were racing through your mind, making you almost dizzy as you tried to formulate a response.

Before you could do so, Loki rose from his chair and began to pace the room. "I realize it's too late for apologies, for all of the wrongs I've done, but you wanted the truth and there it is. I am a monster. A frost giant dressed up as a Prince, an unworthy son, a villain— I am all of those things, and look at you now. Scared of me for it."

"Scared?" You demanded. "You think I'm scared of you? Loki," you stood up from where you were sitting and stepped towards him until he stood only a foot away. "Loki, I am angry for you." Loki was the one to blink in surprise this time. "What?" he gawked. “You were lied to… your whole life. Pitted against your brother for something so trivial as a throne…” You shook your head at the thought of Loki’s story. How much pain had Odin caused? “And then there’s Earth…” You took a step closer to Loki, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him.

"Loki—Thanos tortured you, manipulated you into overtaking Earth for him... How can you not see that?" Loki remained silent as you continued. "He should be here in these cells, rotting away for his crimes, not you. If you told Odin, maybe he would-"

"NO!" Loki shouted, "My father cannot know about Thanos. You have no idea what the Titan is capable of y/n, he would bring his armies to destroy Asgard." You threw up your hands in frustration. "But this may be the very thing needed to set you free! Help Odin find Thanos, help lead Thor and his Avengers to him and let real justice be done. Your mother would see to it, I know she would. Anything that could grant you your freedom." Ideas flooded your head. Perhaps there was a way to free Loki from his prison. You didn't realize how much you wanted this to be a reality until now. But now you had all of the facts. Loki did not act alone. Loki was not the one to be facing punishment.

"Don't," Loki croaked in front of you. You stilled for a moment, the hope that was rising through your chest was sharply cut off by the look on his face. He had no intention of fighting. "It is kind of you to have such sympathy for me, but it is undeserved. Thanos might have had a hand in the siege of Earth, but it was my hand that held the scepter, my hand that took those lives. And I will not risk losing Asgard by provoking Thanos any further than I already have. My mere presence here is damming enough."

“And so what, you’re just going to stay here? Locked away for the rest of your life? Is that what you want?” You asked incredulously. Loki just gave a dry laugh. “I hardly get what I want,” he looked at you, his eyes glimmered for a moment as he searched your face, “But believe me, it’s what I deserve.”

You crossed your arms in defiance. You couldn’t believe how easily he was willing to just give up. He noticed your posture and flashed a small smile. “Such a fiery thing,” he mused. He held out his hand toward you, and slowly you slipped your hand into his as he pulled you towards his living area. He motioned for you to sit down in his armchair as he slid into his bed. “Let’s not end the night with us bickering. Come, I’ll read to you a while before you leave.”

He pulled out a book from his shelf and began to dip through the pages. You let yourself relax a bit in the chair. If he didn’t want to talk about it anymore tonight, fine. But you had no intentions of keeping quiet once you left this cell. “What would you want?” You asked softly. Loki arched his brows at the question. “You said before that you hardly ever get what you want. So what would you want? What’s something I can do?” Playfulness danced in his eyes. “I could think of a few things that you could do,” he murmured, a grin inching across his face. You rolled your eyes, and ignored the flush of your cheeks.

Loki’s face softened, and the mischievous demeanor slipped away. “If I could have anything,” he began slowly, taking care to articulate his words almost as if he were nervous. “I wouldn’t want to be alone tonight. You can’t imagine how— eerie this place feels at night. It can be soul crushing.” You blinked at him. He seemed serious in his words, and your heart lurched a bit in your chest. This was something you could do. You rose from the chair and hurried across the room to the cell door. You turned to Loki, your breathing uneven as you enacted your plan. “I’ll return soon, trust me.” He just gave you a small confused nod of his head as you slipped out of the cell.

~

Returning had been as difficult as you imagined. First, you had your daily check in with Frigga. She asked about Loki, and if he needed any more books, or clothes, even if he enjoyed the food. She had been pleased to hear that you joined him for meals, that you treated him as an actual person. You wanted to tell her everything that Loki had relayed to you, but now was not the time. You had made a promise.

Sneaking back into the cell was another matter. You had to wait for the guard change during lights out to slip back into the cell. You were careful to not knock anything over in the dark as you stumbled toward Loki’s room. “Loki—“ you began to say as your foot snagged on a edge of a rug. Hands were holding you before you could even Yelp, steadying you in the darkness. “You came,” Loki’s low voice hummed in your ear. “I said I would.”

Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness in the room. Loki had been right. It was eerie here at night. You imagined how being alone with your thoughts in this kind of darkness could lead someone to madness. Loki kept a hand on your shoulder as you felt around for the bed. You had returned in your nightwear, wrapping a dark cloak around yourself as you snuck through the castle. You removed the cloak and inched your way into Loki’s bed, ignoring the pounding in your head as you did so. You felt him lay beside you, the heat of him warmed your side as you stared blankly into the darkness. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I could get in trouble for this,” you replied in the same hushed whisper, “They might throw me in one of these cells if they catch me.” You felt Loki laugh beside you. It was odd to be so close to him, especially in the engulfing darkness. It felt like energy buzzed around you. As if you were in a vacuum of space, floating along aimlessly in the darkness. At least you weren’t alone.

“How could you get in trouble? Clearly, you were seduced by the imprisoned prince with his quick words and stunning looks. After tending to me every day, it was only inevitable that you would fall victim to my charm.” This time you found yourself laughing, taking care to cover your mouth as you did so. “I guess that would be the easier explanation as to why they’ll find me in your bed,” you teased. You let your hand fall from your mouth back to your side, but accidentally put it in top on Loki’s. At first you went to move it immediately, but stopped when you felt the curve of his fingers hook around yours.

“Loki-“ you warned. “What is that song you’re always humming?” Loki asked quietly, letting his hand wrap around yours. His fingers intertwined with yours and you did not pull away. “It’s a lullaby,” you finally respond, “my mother would sing it to me as a child. It calms me.” Loki strummed his thumb over your hand but did not move outside of that. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you stared into the darkness. “While I am making a habit of being selfish tonight, can I ask one more thing of you?” Loki asked.

“Sure,” you whispered, feeling your voice choke up in your throat. “Would you hum it— the song?” You smirked in the darkness. “I thought you said it was incessant noise?” Loki just gave a small chuckle. “Perhaps it’s grown on me,” he murmured, “your silly little song.” Your eyelids felt droopy. The only thing that reminded you that you were awake was the soft touch of Loki’s hand in yours. You smiled, knowing he couldn’t see you and began to hum. You hummed until Loki’s breathing slowed into a soft rhythm, and his hand stilled in yours. You hummed until the darkness over took your senses, and your head nestled into the crook of the Prince’s neck.

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How can someone look so pretty right before they die

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Loki with a Vampire!reader (I don’t mind any gender reader, I’m getting mixed signals for ur preference) (also don’t mind platonic or romantic)

Im finna kms I deleted all my progress. I was so close to giving up im telling yall when I deleted it on accident I was gonna give up

LOKI X MALE VAMPIRE READER

His father used to tell his brother and him stories about vampires. Loki thought they were just myths until he became a teenager.

He was walking around in the aftermath of a battle his kingdom had fought and noticed something about some of the warriors. Some of their limbs were missing like they were bitten off and how some of them bodies were like they had their life drained away. And bite marks on their necks and arms,

Loki told his brother and father about the strange bodies but they brushed it off as something normal and told Loki to man up. Loki didn't just brush it off he studied more about vampires and their history.

TIMESKIP FEW WEEKS LATER

Loki was walking around the forest to clear his head after another argument with his father. Once he turns a corner he smells blood and walks towards the scent. He stops dead in his tracks when hes sees a man crouched down covered in blood sucking on the body's hand. Loki takes out his dagger and walks up slowly behind the man and raises it and strikes down. The man turns quickly and takes the dagger and stands up and heads butts Loki. The man swiftly kicks Loki onto the ground quickly getting on Loki and pinning his hands on the ground.

"GET OFF OF ME! I am Loki! Prince of Asgard and future king!" Once Loki mentioned the prince of Asgard the man quickly got off of him and flew away. Loki stayed on the ground speechless he never had been over powered so easily and how good the man looked.

Loki quickly went home and skipped the dinner and went straight into his room and took a bath. Once he walked out of the bathroom he looked at his desk and saw a box sitting there.

He walked over to it and opened it and picked up what was inside. It was two hands one holding some flowers and the other a note. Loki ripped it open and began to read it.

Dear prince Loki,

I would like to apologize for tonight. One for attacking a royal like you and not looking my best in front of you my prince. You caught me when I was eating and it was all messy. I would have tried to get less blood on me and my body so I can look like I have some sense. But you caught me in one of my cannibalistic moments. Please accept the flowers as an apology for me overpowering you.But you should also hope you don't come across my path eating again cause maybe I won't be so nice - Love the man in the forest.

Loki read the letter as the flashed back of you fighting him replayed in his mind burned in forever.

TIMESKIP WEEKS LATER

His father hosted an event for all allied tribes and kingdoms to gather and party. For another successful war won. Loki was standing by himself minding his business until he saw a handful of women walk up to a man. At first he didn't think much until some goddess came towards him and the princess. So he had to turn around to see who the guy was. His heart dropped When he saw the man's face again. Even though it was weeks ago he can still remember it like it was yesterday. His body had been caught in a paralyzed state He couldn't hear anything besides the man and his voice. "My name is Y/n from the L/n tribe" the man says towards the woman but using his powers so he can hear him. Y/n excuses himself from the women and walks past Loki with a smirk

"I think we're gonna be good friends." Y/n says into Loki mind.

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