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spicyhiddles · 9 months

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Wounded | Loki x Reader

A/N: The reader checks on Loki in his chambers following a heated argument between Loki and Thor. Finding Loki shirtless and drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks, the reader tries to comfort him, tending to his wounds.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mild cursing, trauma, triggers

You hear shouting from down the hall. You know instantly it is Thor and Loki. They argue almost every day, often wounding each other. You’ve gotten so accustomed to their daily squabbles that you’ve started to ignore them. But today, something is different. You hear a loud bang, then, nothing. Complete silence.

Worried, you rush out of your room, running down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet more than once. You almost run full force into Thor, but manage to stop mere inches from him.

“Thor? What Happened? Where’s Loki?”. Your Voice is shaking as you speak between heavy breaths.

“I…” Thor looks down. He lowers his voice, so much that you can hardly make out what he’s saying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

You don’t wait for him to say another word. You push past him, ignoring his protests and pleas to let it be.

When you reach Loki’s room, you don’t even knock. You practically kick the door down, desperate to make sure Loki is okay. You freeze when you see him.

He is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sweat dripping down his bare stomach. His eyes dart up suddenly to meet your gaze. Your heart breaks at the sight. Tears run down his cheeks. You can’t tell if they are from physical or emotional pain, or both.

“Loki…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Loki looks down, taking a deep, shaky breath. He winces, drawing your attention to a large wound running across his chest, stretching from his collarbone to the base of his rib cage. It’s hardly bleeding, but the skin around the wound is almost purple. It looks almost as if it’s a burn. Then it hits you. It’s already begun to heal, but it is clearly an electrical burn. If he weren’t a god, he’d be dead.

“Damnit Thor,” you spit. You raise your voice, causing Loki to flinch.

You cautiously approach him, watching closely for any reaction from him. He watches you intensely. His expression is guarded, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

“Loki. I’m so sorry.” Your voice is soft. Loki lifts his gaze to meet yours, surprised.

“Why are you apologizing. You didn’t do this.” He gestures to the wound on his chest. The sudden movement makes him wince.

You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause when he leans slightly away from you. You lift your hand to cup his chin in it, gently turning his head so his gaze meets yours. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb, wiping a fresh tear away. You hold his gaze. He gives you a slight smile.

“Loki?” You lower your hand, holding it just inches from his wound. He flinches slightly, even though you haven’t touched it yet. You stand up.

“I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You walk into the bathroom, grabbing the softest washcloth you can find, and dampening it in cold water.

When you return to Loki’s room, you find him leaning back on the headboard, his head tipped back against the wall. His hand rests cupped protectively over his wounded chest. You sit quietly beside him.

“See? I told you I’d be right back.”

He lifts his head slightly to look at you.

“I didn’t doubt it Y/N. You’ve always been here when I need you. I’ve never had someone like that in my life before.” He smiles.

“Loki? Do you trust me?” You look intensely into his eyes. He laughs, causing him to cough. He winces.

“May I?” Your gaze falls onto his hand, which covers his wound. He follows your gaze.

He nods, moving his hand to rest on the bed beside him. You smile. You hold the washcloth just above the base of the wound, pausing to check his expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, anticipating the pain.

“Loki. Look at me please.” Your voice is soft and quiet.

Loki slowly opens his eyes, blinking at you. You lower the washcloth, mere centimeters from his wounded skin. He closes his eyes again. You gently stroke his cheek with the back of your free hand.

“Loki. It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. You know I will.” Brushing a stray curl behind his ear, you add, “I promise it won’t hurt.”

Loki relaxes, and you gently press the damp cloth to the base of the wound. Loki flinches, his whole upper body tensing. You remove the cloth from his skin.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You gently take his hand in yours. He shakes his head.

“No. Just…” he takes a deep breath, wincing as his chest rises. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You don’t need to explain. I know.” You wait for him to relax completely before pressing the cloth to his skin again.

This time, Loki doesn’t flinch or tense up, but instead relaxes more and more as you gently press the cold, damp cloth to his skin, moving it slowly up the wound until you’ve covered the whole thing. You then slowly work your way back down the wound. Loki relaxes more and more every second. He lets out a content sigh.

“Thank you Y/N,” he breathes, “for taking care of me.” He looks up at you slowly with sleepy eyes. He smiles appreciatively.

You finish cleaning the wound, then toss the dirty cloth. You meet Loki’s gaze. There is something in his eyes you can’t quite place, something you’ve never seen in them before. He sits up, obviously feeling a lot better after the special treatment.

“Y/N…” He looks serious all of a sudden.

“Loki, what is it?” You cannot hide the worry in your voice.

He holds your gaze, taking a deep breath.

“It was about you.”

You swallow. You think you know what he’s referring too, but you need to be sure.

“What was about me?” Loki sighs.

“The argument between me and Thor. It was about you.”

Next part coming soon…

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tadpoles-and-daydreams · 22 days

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Why I cuss (affectionately) at my deities, sometimes, and why it's important to me

I'm having some feelings tonight, so here have another "Frog is rambling again" post. This one's about Loki, because they seem intent on speedrunning teaching me shit. Seriously it's been like three weeks.

I wasn't prepared for what working with Loki actually looks like. /pos

Because what that actually looks like, apparently, is sitting watching a comedy anime and getting the distinct vibe that it has a sense of humor that Loki enjoys. And then realizing that's because Loki is actively hanging around... watching fuckin' anime with me. Why the hell would Loki want to watch a dumb comedy anime with the funny little guy he works with?

Seeing a post about watching comedy as a devotional act to Loki later felt intentional, so I ended up deciding to do just that.

Thing is, I grew up exposed to the idea that God is an all-powerful being who deserves nothing less than the best and humans are the scum of the earth. I'm only now seeing that it's been damaging my relationship with my deities. I'm afraid to just chat with them 'too casually.' I apologize if I feel like I said something that's too disrespectful. I've apologized to Loki multiple times because he pulled some shit and my response was "god damnit Loki" or "you motherfucker."

And then they remind me that I call my mom the same thing, and she laughs. It's the same with my friends. All because it's not insulting, or disrespectful, it's a sign of affection. I would never say that and mean it; they know that, so it's funny. It's playful.

Amongst many other things, Loki is teaching me that joy is to be valued. This world tells us that it's dumb, childish, or any other assortment of negative descriptors- and that it has no place in spirituality. Certainly no place in the presence of a god- and that's fucking sad. I think Loki is sad about it too. I think Loki's fucking pissed, actually. How dare we be made to feel shame for what makes us happy. The gods deserve to partake in our joy and our fun just as much as they deserve to be part of our sorrow and fear.

Maybe it's just me, but I'm starting to think that hanging out with some fucker who's scrolling through memes and blasting music might just be a nice change of pace for them.

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sleepsunawareof · 5 months

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Well like many, the Loki S2 finale has me still reeling and I have had this little drabble on my brain and had to get it out. I am not really a writer, I've not written a fic since I was a teenager probably lol so be easy on me but alas, I hope this is enjoyed by those who also just couldn't bear the thought of Loki being alone at the end of time forever.

Description: Loki uses his time slipping abilities to talk to you one last time before making the decision he knows he has to in order to save those he loves. But, you aren't so willing to let him condemn himself to an eternity alone, or yourself to a lifetime without him.

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN LOKI S2 EP6!! Angst, sadness, happy ending mostly

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"How are you doing this?", you asked as you watched strands of space and time float around you and Loki throughout A.D Doug's workshop.

"We're outside of time. Darling, I had to see you. I had to speak to you." Loki said, a sorrowful look on his face that you had never seen before. "The Loom, it was a failsafe all along. And no amount of scaling can account for infinite timelines. I thought we had it, I really did", he explained.

"Damnit, we should have known it would be...", you lamented.

"I spent centuries trying to figure it out, and it was all for nothing."

"Centuries?" you questioned.

"It's hard to explain" he responded. "Darling, there are only two options. Go back and kill Sylvie before she kills He Who Remains and allow the Sacred Timeline to continue--"

You cut him off. "You can't Loki! The Sacred Timeline is full of misery, injustice, and sadness - what the TVA stood for under He Who Remains was all wrong! We can't go back to that. And you know you could never kill Sylvie...not after everything we have all been through together."

"I know...", he said, a sad knowing in his voice and his eyes. "But there is one other way."

"And what's that?"

"Me".

"What? You? I don't understand Loki..." you said cautiously.

"The finite power of a machine can never handle the infinite timelines of a multiverse, but the infinite power of a God can", he said as he watched your face intently for any hint of reaction.

It took a moment as you stared at him, blinking. "Do you mean..." you questioned, as the realization of what he was saying started to set in.

"Yes, my love. Believe me, if there was any other way, I swear I would take it. But there isn't. I know what kind of God I need to be, for you, for all of us. It's the only way."

"Loki, if this is what you have to do, then please, take me with you at least!" you implored.

"My darling y/n, you know I can not do that. I must bear this burden alone, and you must go live your life on the timeline, the one you deserve to have. I could never condemn you to an eternity of solitude at the End of Time", he said sorrowfully.

"But you'll condemn me to a life of solitude on Earth? Loki, I can't live without you. There's no life for me down there if it's not with you! Please, as long as our friends are happy, and I'm with you, that's all I'll need. Please let me go with you!". The last part came out as a sob as your emotions got the best of you. You couldn't believe what he was talking about doing, the sacrifice he planned to make for the ones he loved.

"When I go back there, to that moment in time, you won't remember any of this. You won't know you said you wanted to go with me," he reminded you.

"Loki, every version of me across space and time would go with you. Even into the abyss, if that's where you have to go. I will follow you, I know I will!" you fully sobbed out as you threw your arms around him. The thought of him leaving you was killing you.

"They'll stop you if you try to follow me, you know that" he said, speaking of your friends back at the TVA.

"Then tell them not to Loki! Please, I'm begging. My place is beside you, always and forever, no matter where that place is."

And then Loki was gone and everything turned to spaghetti.

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Loki slipped effortlessly back to just the right moment in the Loom control room, having been here in this moment over and over for centuries. This time though, it was different. This time, it was the last time. Loki looked over at you and his friends with a sad and knowing smile on his face. And then with one last look, he turned and ran down the stairs towards the blast doors. He knew he could keep you from following, lock the doors behind him with impenetrable magic. But he also knew that in your heart, you would never want to be without him. You would resent him forever if he left you on Earth alone.

You, Sylvie, and Mobius ran down the stairs after him immediately, but he was already through the airlock doors. The three of you watched Loki open the blast doors with his magic and start to step outside, absent of any protective suit. As you reached out to open the airlock door and go after him, Mobius pulled you back.

"Mobius, I have to go! I have to get to him!!!" you screamed.

"You can't! The temporal radiation will kill you if you open that door and go out there, you know that!"

"But it's going to kill HIM!" you cried out as you watched Loki walk out onto the walkway.

But something amazing started to happen. As the temporal energy shredded his TVA clothes away with every passing second, something else began to take it's place. Flowing dark green linen draped his form, traditional and humble shoes appeared on his feet, and a horned crown adorned his head. He looked absolutely Godlike and regal. As Loki walked closer to the Loom - this imperfect piece of machinery that took so much from so many - he lifted his hands, called upon his magic, and destroyed it in a flash of bright green and white light.

Then, there was darkness. Loki wasn't done, though. He reached out to grab a strand of time and suddenly it glowed back to life, his beautiful green magic allowing it to thrive. He grabbed another, and another. You, Mobius, and Sylvie stood silently in the airlock, watching as Loki brought the timelines back to life, one by one, gathering them in his hands. Above him, a chasm opened in the sky, revealing the End of Time. Loki looked back one last time at the 3 of you back in the airlock. He had no idea if you would really come after him like you said - but he wanted to see your face one last time if it was truly to be the last. Your eyes locked, and you knew now that the temporal energy was gone, there was no threat if you left the airlock.

"I have to go with him." you said to Mobius and Sylvie. "His worst fear is to be alone, and he is going to condemn himself to a lifetime of loneliness to save us all!" you said as you opened the door.

"Y/n, please! Stop! You don't know what you're giving yourself to." This time, it was Sylvie who pulled you back, holding your arm so you couldn't run down the walkway.

"Yes, I do. I'm giving myself to love. I'm giving myself to free will, to choice, to hope." you said.

"Sylvie, let her go," Loki called out. "It's going to be okay." he assured.

Sylvie let go of you hesitantly, and you started your walk out to Loki. When you reached him, he could not take your hand, but you took his arm. Together, you began to ascend the invisible stairs to the End of Time as he held the reanimated timelines in his hands. As you both crossed the threshold of the chasm to the End of Time, He Who Remains' throne and the ruins of his citadel came into view. Loki walked forward to the throne, the one he never wanted but was always destined to have. The timelines took on the beautiful form of a tree - Yggdrasil, the tree of life - the tree of the multiverse that Loki would tend to for eternity.

"This is where I'll have to stay forever, darling. I can never leave, never move. Tending to the timelines is my glorious purpose, my eternal burden. Are you truly willing to stay here with me?" he inquired.

"Yes, my love", you answered without hesitation.

"For all time?" He asked.

"Always".

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rosewind2007 · 4 months

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I loved Sherlock Holmes in the original books, which I first read in the 1970s

My Doctor (in my heart) will always truly be Tom Baker

Loki was one of my favourite (not technically a god) gods some three decades before the Marvel Cinematic Universe was even a thing

I argued as a child about whether Darth Vader could have a redemption arc

I read and re-read my 1990s copy of Good Omens until it fell apart

I am OLD, and damnit—if they do make Murderbot into a TV series I will welcome newcomers to the fandom with arms wide open: because they’ll have very bit as much right to be in it as anyone else

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #secunit #martha wells #all systems red #tv adaptation #exit strategy #rogue protocol #artificial condition #fugitive telemetry #network effect

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divine-knight-hand · 4 months

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Mistletoe Hijinx

Loki Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Summary: What's to follow when the Norse god of Mischief leads you under the mistletoe at an Avengers Christmas party? Mistletoe hijinx!

Content Warnings: Enemies to lovers, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, and... MISTLETOE HIJINX!!!

Notes: Happy holidays, @simplyholl!!! I was lucky enough to be your Secret Santa in @fictive-sl0th's Secret Santa event. I also have to thank you, because as I was reading your request, you gave me the perfect title for this. Hehehe! 🤭

This is also (kinda?) my first time actually writing an enemies to lovers fic, so I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Word Count: 2,617

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

The lobby of the Avengers tower was filled with seasonal music and casual chatter. This party was a lot calmer than Tony’s usual ragers, but that was probably because it was an Avengers-only event. That meant no random snobby rich people were invited, for which many of us were extremely grateful.

“Glad you could make it, rookie.” Tony winked as we tapped our glasses together before sipping from them.

I rolled my eyes. Despite the fact that I’d been an Avenger for a little over a year now, Tony still insisted on using that ridiculous nickname. I stopped arguing with him about it a while ago.

Unfortunately, once I rolled my eyes, they landed on a figure that sent a familiar fire coursing through my veins. Loki noticed my gaze on him and shot me a condescending smirk, paired with a wave of the same nature. Damnit!

“Why don’t you go mingle with the masses?” Tony lazily waved his hand towards the center of the room before walking off to chat with Steve.

I immediately darted towards a nearby door in the hopes of finding a bathroom to sulk in before feeling a cold hand around my wrist. “Leaving without so much as a hello? You wound me so.”

I sighed, accepting my fate before turning around with a forced smile. “Loki! Hi…”

“Hello, agent.” His lips curled into another trademark Loki smirk. God, I love when he smirks at me like that… I mean- I hate it! I hate that stupid smirk!

I fought back a scowl for the sake of keeping up appearances. Just because I couldn’t stand him didn’t mean the rest of the team had to know that. It was a matter of professionalism and all that mature adult stuff.

“Are you going to make conversation now, or stare at me as if I’ve just risen from Helheim?” He softly chuckled.

“Maybe you should go back.” I retorted with an overly wide grin.

“Ouch.” Loki dramatically held a hand over his heart. “That tongue of yours is sharp as ever.”

“Not as sharp as the knife I want to drag across your throat.” My cheerful mask slipped, just for a moment, but it was long enough for him to notice.

“Upset with me already?” Loki softly chuckled. “But I’d hardly had my fun with you yet.”

I didn’t bother trying to force a smile anymore. “Not tonight. I’m here as Tony’s friend, not your plaything.”

“Is that what you believe I consider you to be?” He moved closer to me, and I instinctively inched backwards, suddenly feeling small.

“I- I don’t know,” I stammered. “I just-”

“You just, what?” Loki cut me off. “You wish to back down already? You seemed so sure of yourself just a moment ago. Where did the fire in your eyes go, agent? Don’t tell me you’re about to start sniveling in a pathetic display. Not after you set my expectations of you so high.”

My cheeks burned. Not only were his comments plain rude, but they were humiliating, too. Along with my embarrassment, I felt something twist at the pit of my stomach. It was vile, and my vision slowly went red. I stopped moving backwards, biting my lip hard enough to almost draw blood.

But, that wasn’t enough to stop me from freaking out.

“Just leave me the hell alone, Loki!” I blurted, shouting above the music.

He reeled backwards in surprise, giving me a little space. I didn’t even care that everything suddenly stopped and all the eyes in the room were silently turning on us. I was fed up.

“I’m sick and tired of this!” I roared. “Okay? I’m done!”

“Uh, Y/N?” Tony quickly approached my side.

“Not now, Tony.” I held a hand out in his direction, eyes unmoving from Loki. “Did you seriously think I’d put up with you forever? Like, god, I can’t fucking stand you, and I’m not playing nice with you for the sake of saving face anymore!”

“Y/N…” Tony cut in again.

“Not now, Tony.” I hissed before continuing. “And you have some nerve going out of your way to try to make my life a living hell. Every. Single. Day. From the moment I joined this team, you wouldn’t let me catch a single break. What, are you trying to prove some point? To get under my skin or make me mad so I’d blow up in front of everyone? Well, it worked!” I threw my hands out in a dramatic gesture. “It fucking worked, because I’m pissed! Good job, Loki. Great. Fucking. Job.” I slow clapped as the god in front of me raised an eyebrow at my theatrics, but made no effort to respond.

In fact, the corner of his lip twitched up into a knowing smirk, and the audacity of the action sent another wave of rage coursing through me. “Is something funny, Laufeyson? Is this a fucking joke to you? God, I just wanna slap the sh-”

“Y/N!” Tony cut in once again.

“WHAT, TONY?” I roared, finally turning my attention to him.

He vaguely gestured up at something above my head. “Before you keep tearing into reindeer games over here, you might want to look up.”

“What the hell are you-” My blood ran cold once I my eyes landed on the real reason why everyone was staring at us.

“I believe Midgardian tradition states that those standing together under a mistletoe must share a kiss, yes?” Loki purred.

“‘Tis the season~” Tony remarked before sipping on the drink in his hand as he slipped away.

I glared daggers at his back, hoping he could feel it. I noticed him shiver under my gaze, and almost felt pride at my handiwork. Almost.

Loki clearing his throat brought my attention back to him. “I don’t believe I’ve gotten an answer from you.”

“Huh?” I didn’t remember him asking me a question.

Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Are you so dense that I must be direct with you?” I opened my mouth to make a retort, but he continued before I could get a word in. “May I kiss you?”

Heat immediately crept into my cheeks. If I said that I didn’t want to kiss him, I’d be lying. Loki was rude and obnoxious, but he was also gorgeous and clever. Sure, his mischief and plots got on my nerves, but my feelings for him were enough to drive me crazier than any scheme of his.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.”

Loki softly chuckled. “As you wish.”

My heart fluttered as he began to lean in, and I closed my eyes before our lips touched. It was soft at first. Sweet, even. Then, he pushed me against the doorframe, parting my lips with his tongue as my hands reached out behind me in surprise.

There were whoops and shouts from our onlookers, but once Loki wrapped his arms around me, the world fell away. As he deepened our kiss, I moved my arms to grasp at his back, pulling him closer.

The kiss, it was electrifying, but it was all too short. Loki broke away first, and I was suddenly overly aware of the cheers around us. My cheeks burned red, and I sputtered nonsense, trying–and failing–to formulate some idea. Any idea. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t believe Loki actually kissed me!

“It would seem our agent here is struggling to get a hold of herself.” He chuckled before sweeping me off my feet to pick me up bridal-style, eliciting a surprised yelp from me. “I think it best we retire early. Off to my chambers, we go.”

I heard the rest of the team whooping, one of them even letting out a whistle as Loki walked off with me. I was stunned. What was happening?

“If I’d known a kiss was all it took to silence you like this, I would have done it a while ago.” I felt his chest shake as he laughed to himself.

“Rude.” I swatted at his shoulder, but I couldn't fight the smile tugging at my lips.

We finally arrived at his room, and he gently set me down on his bed. “I believe there’s a conversation to be had between us.”

I gulped as he doubled back to close the door. “What is there to talk about?”

He sat down next to me, raising a skeptical eyebrow at me. “Don’t tell me you felt nothing after that. Believe it or not, your silence was very telling.”

I looked down at my hands in embarrassment, twiddling my fingers. When I didn’t immediately respond, he continued. “Just as it is now.”

Another moment of charged silence hung between us before Loki finally lost his composure. “This silence is maddening! Tell me, agent. Do you love me?”

My eyes snapped to him. Did I hear that correctly?

Any coherent thought vacated my brain when he began to lean in closer. “Do you burn for me, as I do for you?” My breath caught in my throat as our faces were mere inches apart. “And don’t try to lie to me. I felt your hands at my back as we kissed. As you were lost in our passion. You couldn’t get enough of me, could you?”

My cheeks burned with humiliation as his mouth widened into a grin. “Worry not, pet. I have no problem granting you what you seek, as long as you ask.”

“And what is it that I seek?” I dared to ask, though my words came out no louder than a whisper.

“Tell me.” His voice dipped low. Sultry, even. “I want to hear you say it.”

I slowly reached up, hesitantly cupping his face in my hands. I felt sparks under my fingertips where I touched him. I wasn’t sure of much at that moment, but I knew exactly what I wanted.

“You.” I breathed. “I want you.”

“Be careful with your words, darling.” He softly chuckled. “If I had my way with you-”

“Kiss me.” I cut him off. “Kiss me again… Please…”

“And not a mistletoe in sight.” Loki murmured, “Very well…” He slowly pushed me onto my back before bringing his lips back to mine.

This kiss was just as electric as the first. He once again made the bold move of parting my lips with his tongue, and I eagerly let him. Satisfied, he lowered his body against mine, hands traveling along my hips. I moaned into his mouth, grasping against the leather on his back. Any sweet pretenses were gone, replaced by a heavy air of passion.

A dull throb drummed to life between my thighs, only made worse once I felt his growing bulge against my leg. I never would have thought that I’d ever kiss Loki once, let alone twice, and with this desire between us. I was almost dizzy. A hunger suddenly grew in me, and I already knew the only person who could satisfy it.

When our lips parted, I breathlessly muttered, “More…”

“Needy little thing.” Loki softly chidded. “Why don’t you use your words and tell me what it is that you want?”

God, he was so cocky! But, for some odd reason, I still needed him…

“Please,” I desperately gripped the front of his tunic. “Fuck me, Loki.”

His gaze darkened as his eyes trailed over my body. “Oh, how I’ve dreamt of hearing you say that.”

With a slight tilt of his head, his seidr washed over us, and we were both bare. I shivered against the sudden draft before he lowered his body back against mine, pulling me into another kiss.

As one of his hands came to rest at my hip, the other strayed along my outer thigh, before trailing back up the inner side to tease my slick cunt. A rumble of approval came from deep in his throat as he worked me up. My fingers tangled in his hair as I let out another moan.

When we broke our kiss to catch our breaths, he brought his fingers to his lips, slowly licking them clean, all while keeping eye contact with me. I thought I would go into cardiac arrest.

“I suppose this would be your last chance to leave.” Loki’s cheeks were dusted in a light blush, sweat beginning to build at his brow.

“If I wanted to leave, I wouldn’t be here.” I insisted. It was true. I couldn’t explain it, but something kept me here. Maybe it was just physical, but that didn’t feel right with me.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he began to tease his tip at my folds. “Gods, you don’t know what you do to me…” He grunted.

I absentmindedly licked my lips. “Then show me.”

Without another word, Loki pushed in, slamming into me with another kiss as he immediately set a brutal pace. He was rough, grabbing my hips so hard, I figured they would bruise. With each thrust of his hips, the sound of skin against skin rang in my ears.

My back arched off of the mattress, and I raked my nails down his back as his kisses trailed along my neck, quickly turning to bites as growls that sounded almost animalistic tumbled from his throat.

“Loki…” I moaned. “Ohhh, Loki… God… Don’t stop…”

“Norns…” He groaned. “You’re taking me so perfectly… Ah- That’s it, pet… Tell me how I’m making you feel…”

“So good…” Tears started stinging at my eyes. “God, it- Ah- feels so good…”

Loki was unrelenting in his pacing. Had my hands not been at his back, I knew they would have gripped the sheets for dear life. As I felt the tension building in my core, I felt that the only thing keeping me tethered to this plane of existence was the feel of Loki’s body against mine.

As he continued, I quickly neared my peak. “I- I’m getting close…”

“As am I…” Loki rasped. “Cum for me, darling.”

With that, I felt the tension snap in my core, and my eyes rolled back.

“Ah- L- LOKI!!!” I cried out as my inner walls fluttered around his cock.

Loki helped me ride out my high until his own orgasm washed over him. His length twitched, spilling its seed inside of me.

Once we came down from our peaks, he slowly pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the sudden empty sensation I felt.

Loki then rolled us over, using his seidr to clean up the mess dripping between my legs, as well as conjure a blanket over us while he held me to his chest. I felt his hand pet my hair as we worked to catch our breaths.

As Loki and I laid in post-orgasm bliss, he raised a curious eyebrow down at me. “You know, I don’t believe you ever answered my question.”

“Huh?” I didn’t remember him asking me a question. Though, it was hard to think of anything through the ecstasy-born haze still in my brain.

He grabbed my hand, fingers interlocking with mine. “Do you love me?”

My heart fluttered. This was serious. I mean, I literally let him fuck me into his mattress, but did I love Loki? Could I consider what I felt towards him… love?

I cared about him. Deeply. He was a nuisance, but one I enjoyed having around. I couldn’t imagine a life without him. Especially not after tonight. I needed him with me for the rest of my life. I just knew it.

I gave his hand a squeeze, a smirk tugging at my lips. “I do.”

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valiantphantomangel · 5 months

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The Party

You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.

Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.

The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.

But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.

"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.

"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.

You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.

Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.

"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.

"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.

You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.

"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.

Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.

You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.

He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.

"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.

"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.

"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.

You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.

"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.

"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.

"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.

It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.

"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.

"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.

"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!

"And what is it?"

"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.

Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.

"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.

You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.

"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.

"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.

Honestly it was better then any party could be.

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five-miles-over · 10 months

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For All Time, It Was Always You

Chapter 2: Mrs. Laufeyson

A/N: Thank you everyone for all of your positive comments! I really appreciate it, and hope you'll like this little continuation from the suburbs AU inspired partly by Wandavision.

Summary: After Loki leaves for work, you explore your new house and try to fit in with this world that feels too perfect to be real.

Pairing: Loki x Wife!Reader

Warnings: None really. Talk about 'traditional' gender roles. A surprise cameo. And silliness.

You waved goodbye, standing at the doorway as a black Chevrolet Bel Air departed from the house with Loki in the driver's seat. And like the doting wife that he thought you were, you blew a kiss in his direction.

When the car disappeared from your line of sight, you meandered into the sea green kitchen and filled a steel kettle with water, letting it sit on the stove the way a hen sat on her eggs. While the kettle grew hot, you searched the cabinets for tea bags,…and anything else that might help you understand this new, suburban world. A world in which you were the newlywed wife of a TVA employee who shared a name with the Norse God of Mischief.

Next to a box of Earl Grey Tea was an entire section of the cabinet dedicated to biscuits of various brands and flavors: chocolate Hobnobs, Jaffa cakes, McVitie's digestive biscuits, shortbread, Bourbon cookies, and Oreos. At least three, unopened tubes of Oreo cookies. Were all of these sweet treats for you, or for your - you couldn't believe you were actually using this word - husband?

With a shrug, you grabbed a tube of the Oreo cookies, ripped it open and started eating them one by one. Holding the blue wrapper in one hand, you continued searching through the other kitchen cabinets.

You found nothing but flour, brown sugar, white sugar, spices, marmite, extra virgin olive oil…, and two jars of strawberry jam from the same brand for some reason. And then, something next to a box of spaghetti caught your eye. A cookbook, with various pages dog-eared, titled Delicious Recipes For All Time, Always.

You blinked, carefully taking the book from the shelf. For All Time, Always? That's a weird title to call a cookbook…, a vague title as well. Inside the cover was a handwritten note, scribbled in blue pen.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Congratulations on the wedding, Mrs. Laufeyson! Loki's a lucky guy.

-Mobius M. Mobius

So that's who Loki was talking about at breakfast. He mentioned cancelling plans with someone named 'Mobius'. Someone who was making him watch tedious videos at work today.

Jumping to the dog-eared pages of the cookbook, you came across various recipes: poached eggs, blueberry pancakes, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti bolognese, green bean casserole, Cumberbatch pie, curried chickpeas in coconut milk, angel food cake with strawberries and cream, chocolate mayonnaise cake…

Whiiiiiiieeee!

You whipped your head over your shoulder and immediately silenced the kettle's whistle, turning off the stove. Damnit, you went looking for tea bags and found yourself exploring everything except tea bags. Shaking your head, you shoved an Oreo into your mouth and opened the box of Earl Grey tea bags.

Then, you opened a cabinet filled with plates, bowls, and cups, grabbing a white ceramic mug for your tea bag. On the top shelf of the cabinet was a pastel blue gift box. While the tea bag steeped in hot water, you reached for the box using a chair as a makeshift stepping stool. Inside the gift box were two mugs labeled 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.' in gold calligraphy And like the cookbook, there was a handwritten note as well.

For all the mornings you'll have together. Congratulations to you both, Mr. and Mrs. Laufeyson! May the years ahead be filled with lasting love and happiness.

-Jeremy, Joyce, and Bill Hazeldine

With a gasp, you quickly closed the box and put it back on the shelf…only to open the box, taking another peek at the note. Mrs. Laufeyson...you underlined those words with your fingertip. Taking a deep breath, you put the box back on the shelf for good, promising to never use those mugs unless you were with Loki.

By this point, the tea was hot enough to be enjoyed but not scalding that it would burn your throat. You took a sip, relaxing in its warmth, holding the mug with both hands. "Mrs. Laufeyson", you repeated to yourself. You looked down at your left hand, the emerald ring still on your middle finger just the same way it was this morning.

After you finished drinking your tea and scarfing down the rest of the Oreo cookies in the container, you wandered into the living room. It was just across from the kitchen, a pastel yellow room with white bookshelves containing all kinds of hardcover and paper cover works. One would probably need an entire decade just to finish reading all the books kept inside the living room. You tilted your head and wondered which of the books were your husband's choice. But before you could sit down on one of the couches, you heard the doorbell ring.

"Who is it?" You asked, fixing your hair.

A light, female voice came from outside. "It's Joyce!" As you made your way to the front door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in mirror hanging in the hallway. Your hair was miraculously styled, and you were wearing a cute set of pajamas…It almost made you stand still for a moment just so you could admire how desirable you looked. No wonder your husband was so lovey-dovey this morning.

The doorbell rang again. Putting on your best smile, you dragged your feet towards the door and opened it.

Standing outside was a thin, middle-aged woman -presumably Joyce - with a bowl cut hairstyle, wearing a light blue shirt and straight-leg jeans. "Oh hello, dear. So good to see you again!" She gave you a warm smile and a hug, rocking you in her arms.

"Good to see you too, Joyce." You politely reciprocated her hug and let out a small laugh. "Thank you again for the mugs, they're lovely."

Joyce placed her hands on your arms for a moment, looking up at you. "I haven't seen you both since you came back from your honeymoon. Oh, look at you…" She marveled, "Married life seems to be treating you well."

"Thank you so much," you looked down, deciding to be as demure as possible, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions about the honeymoon. "I…I couldn't be happier, Loki is so sweet to me." When your eyes met Joyce's, you touched the back of your neck. "I…He makes me feel like the luckiest lady in the world, Joyce."

Joyce quietly laughed with you. "You remember my son Bill, right?" Towering over Joyce was a lanky teenage boy with golden curls, blue eyes, and the face of an angel. He wore a grey t-shirt, worn-out jeans, and beat-up sneakers.

You reached out to shake his hand. "Of course I do," you lied. "Hi, Bill."

"Afternoon, Mrs. Laufeyson." Bill greeted you with a smile that could make London light up during a blackout. "Congratulations again."

"Thank you." You placed your left hand on your heart, showing off your wedding ring just a little. "How are you, Bill?"

"I'm alright, thank you." Bill nodded. "I've been working with the church, teaching Sunday school. Thought it'd be a nice way to spend my summer after my first year of college."

"That's very thoughtful of you."

"Thank you. I thought it would be good for my theology course to do something like that," Bill admitted before reaching into one of his jean pockets, procuring a small blue velvet box. "Actually, I have something for you, Mrs. Laufeyson."

You covered your mouth in disbelief. "Oh, Bill…"

"Please, take it." He extended the box to you. "I bought it for my former-girlfriend Jewel." Blinking, you gingerly accepted it, running your finger along the lid. "Former girlfriend…You broke up with her?"

Joyce intervened, "He had to do it, dear. She was nothing but trouble."

"I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." Bill shook his head. "I bought it for her a long time ago, but I suppose it was never meant to last. But, I really want to give it to someone. Please, consider it a belated wedding gift, Mrs. Laufeyson."

You smiled, opening the box to find a sterling silver bracelet. Simple, yet elegant. "Thank you, Bill. I'll treasure it. If you ever want to talk, or just stop by for some tea, the door will always be open for you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Laufeyson," he graciously said. "And I hope Jewel finds someone else who'll make her happy."

The three of you stood quietly outside your house before you spoke up. "Joyce, would you and Bill like to come inside for some tea?"

"Not today, dear. I'm so sorry, Bill's coming with me to do some errands. And I'm sure you might need to catch up on some sleep after such a busy honeymoon." Joyce teased you a little with the last bit. "Might only be a matter of time before you and Loki get a visit from the stork."

You laughed, looking down again. You remembered how Loki hugged you from behind this morning and teased you with the idea of "finishing what you started on the honeymoon". Almost instinctively, your free hand rested on your stomach.

"We should have dinner sometime, Loki and I would love to have you over, we can catch up," you blurted. Joyce enthusiastically agreed and said she and her husband would love that.

"Tomorrow night," Joyce promised. "Would seven-thirty be alright?"

"Absolutely!" You nodded, already imagining how to tell Loki when he came home from work. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you tomorrow." Joyce and Bill waved goodbye as they climbed into their car and drove off.

Something ached inside you as you watched them drive off, maybe because it reminded you of the way that Loki drove off this morning while you stood at the doorway waving goodbye. As you closed the door once again, you pondered over going out tomorrow, even if it was just something as small as a mid-morning stroll while Loki was out. But for now, there were other things that needed to be done.

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