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nicole-tivan123 · 1 month

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Taneleer Tivan x reader

[if y’all want more, just let me know! This takes place right after the destruction of the collectors collection. Also sorry if it’s bad, this is my first time writing a fanfic so if you have any advice to make it better, let me know✨]

It’s another day in knowhere, you were just minding your own business walking along the dark and dangerous streets of knowhere. All of a sudden you hear and see an explosion coming from the collectors museum, you rush over to the museum and see rocket, groot, star lord and gamora who was carrying a shiny looking orb. You wondered to yourself if it was that thing that caused all the commotion. You then make your way inside of the museum to see if Taneleer is ok.

you have had a crush on Taneleer for years but never got the courage to approach him about it. He was always friendly to you when he saw you, you and him were friends. You both became friends after his brother En dwi Gast showed you to him, you were also friends with En dwi as you both enjoyed games and competing in those games. Taneleer saw how En dwi trusted you which made Taneleer trust you too.

You managed to make your way through all the broken glass and rubble, you then saw Taneleer struggling and whimpering to get up off the ground, he was holding his hand on his forehead, he removed it to which you saw a big deep cut of his head where he had been his in the explosion.

“Taneleer…TANELEER ARE YOU OK?” You yelled as you make your way through more rubble. He turned to your direction, recognising your voice. “Yes…I mean no… I mean…kinda” he said still struggling to get up off the floor. You then finally make your way over to him and slowly and gently helped him up onto a nearby chair.

“What happened?” You asked as you look around for a medical kit. “Gamora and her new friends or whoever they are came in to give me an orb containing an infinity stone” he said looking at you with his hand on his head to stop the blood from dripping all over the place. You turned and looked at him surprised knowing how rare and valuable they are and that Taneleer already contained the reality stone. “An infinity stone?! Did you get it?…” you asked curiously. “No…my assistant went to grab it to take for herself… she clearly wasn’t strong enough to handle the power of the stone and then… well you see the aftermath…” he said looking down, clearly upset about his whole collection being destroyed.

You find a med kit and get out some bandages and a few other items to bandage up the collectors head wound. “Let me see the wound” you said gently moving his hand out the way. You wiped his wound with some sterile wipes to which he winced at and grabbed your arm tightly. “Sorry” he said letting go of your arm. “It’s ok, you can grip on as hard as you want as long as it makes you feel any better” you said in a soft voice before giving him a reassuring smile to which he gave a small smile back to you. You then managed to bandage his head up then go over to the bar in his museum to get him and yourself a drink.

“Hey… thank you for bandaging me up (y/n)” he said while getting up off the chair and walking over to you. “It’s ok, I worry about you every day you know? With your collecting job, I worried something like this would happen eventually, your just lucky I was in the area and not on sakkar today” you said handing over his drink to him. “ I know you worry about me (y/n), but this is my job… it’s who I am, it’s dangerous I know but that’s the thrill of it” he said giving a little chuckle at the end and exchanged a smirk. “I’m serious Taneleer… I don’t want you getting hurt… I like you a lot you know” you said quietly while looking down at your drink.

Taneleer puts his hand under your chin and gently lifts it up to which you then both make eye contact. “ I know you like me… En told me…” he said before kissing your forehead. “Goddammit En! That was our secret!” You said annoyed to yourself. Taneleer thought it was cute how angry you was at his brother, he smiled at you before gently pulling you in closer to him. “ I knew for a long time you liked me but… with it being my brother who told me I didn’t know whether to believe him… I kinda always had a crush on you too but was too nervous to say anything…” he said before kissing your head again. You blush and look down at your drink before putting it aside and wrapping your arms around his neck. You both look at each other before kissing each other on the lips, he winced as he has a cut on his lip but didn’t want to ruin the moment between you both so said nothing. He then gets his fluffy cape and wrapped it around you to have you closer to him. His cape was soft and warm you could almost fall asleep to how comfy it was.

You both then stop and look at each other, Taneleer taking his gloves off and putting them aside before putting his hand on your cheek and smiling at you. His hands were warm and you enjoyed the feel of his skin on yours. “ shouldn’t we get started on rebuilding your collection Taneleer?” You asked him while leaning your head in his hand. “ that can wait… you are my most important priority right now” he then brought you closer to him for another kiss. “ I’m serious Taneleer I don’t want to be kissing you with broken glass and rubble everywhere, it’s dangerous” you then giggled to which he did the same. You both then got to work together to rebuild his collection, with you by his side every step of the way.

(Hope you guys enjoyed reading, if there is any way to improve my writing just let me know so I can do better in the future)

#benicio del toro #taneleer tivan #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #the collector #guardians of the galaxy

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eternalgamesmaster · 6 years

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[ GRANDMASTER DRABBLE REQUEST ]

@mh96s said: Can You Do A Drabble Where The Grandmaster Is In Love With The Reader But The Reader Is Pregnant

“En?” You called softly as you walked into his quarters. It was quite late in Sakaaran time, but The Grandmaster was usually up until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t healthy but he was the master of his own existence, not you, so you didn’t have much say in the matter. Too many times he had knocked on the doors to your quarters seeking some loving at odd times, but you couldn’t refuse him. You could never refuse him.

“Hey, uh, hello, Pet, I’m surprised you’re still up,” he smiled at you from his bed where he was reading a novel of some kind to himself. He put it down and looked to you, obviously curious as to why you had come to see him.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” you said. “But I need to talk to you.” You fingered the hem of your shirt and looked down to the ground. Boy did you have the surprise of En Dwi’s life lined up for him. He patted the bed, inviting you up to sit beside him. You hopped up and snuggled close to him, hand on his torso and head over his heart.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked after a moment of silence. En frowned, and looked down at you confusedly.

“You, uh, you know I care for you deeply,” he said.

“Yeah, but how much?” You bit your lip. He was getting suspicious and somewhat concerned.

“I treasure you above all things,” he said. “What is, uh, wrong?”

You bit your lip, almost to the point of ripping the skin before you sucked in a huge breath and sighed.

“En, I’m pregnant.” You held your breath, waiting for the being to say something. You took the chance to look up at his face, to try and see what he was thinking. You didn’t know how to process the look on his face. The Grandmaster looked pensive, creases lining between his brows and a look of extreme concentration on his face. You chewed on your lip.

“That’s, uh,” he said, pausing again. You could hear his heartbeat growing faster in his chest and you felt panic rise in your throat. You began to get up, your flight or fight response kicking in. The Grandmaster gripped your hand and pulled you to his lips. You kissed back, utterly confused by En Dwi’s whiplash like response to your confession.

“That’s fantastic!” He said when he pulled away. “A little Grandmaster,” he softly touched your belly. “We must celebrate, and then we, uh, we must celebrate and prepare for the arrival. How long is the pregnancy in Terran-kind?” He asked, pulling you onto his lap. You giggled and answered all the questions that he had as the two of you prepared for what was to be a very exciting and yet daunting next few months.

#grandmaster #en dwi gast #the grandmaster #jeff goldblum #grandmaster x reader #en dwi gast x reader #thor ragnarok #sakaar

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syntheticavenger · 3 years

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Never Sleep Alone 5

Dark! Loki x Black Female Reader - anyone can read though! I was watching Queen of the Damned and got inspired.

Notes: 18+ for some breast play and the creep factor.

I’m notoriously bad at tagging, although I promise to get better. @caffiend-queen @jevans2 @tcc-gizmachine @ladyacrasia.

gif by @tomhiddleston-loki

Summary | New life in a new city, you’re prepared to live life to the fullest. But your new job isn’t exactly what you thought it would be. Especially when you’ve caught the attention of a vampire who knows more about your job than you do. And your job goes against everything he stands for.

Previous - One, Two, Three, Four

En Dwi Gast.

The man in the picture looked vaguely familiar. Same hair color as Dr. Tivan, if not a little more silver. If you didn’t know any better, you would have sworn they could have been related. Whoever this En Dwi Gast was, he’d evidently gone into hiding, judging by your findings. Active on the web, confirmed by your intensive searches but a ghost in the real world. Yet another antiquities dealer who dealt in specialties. Some were so rare you’d read that it was rumored that he had potentially been given these treasures by people who were granted safe passage into various countries as payment for his good deeds, giving him their family heirlooms. Yet, despite your research, his whereabouts were unable to be tracked.

For now.

As for the weapons, you’d dated them down to the decade and their worth. Upwards of five hundred thousand dollars. Jane had been pleased with your findings, encouraging you not to give up on looking for En Dwi Gast whenever you could find the time. It appeared she was appeased for now, knowing you were searching hard enough to find out little tidbits of his online activities.

As for Jane, you were still trying to understand your place and hers in this work you had found yourself doing. She had been particularly boastful when she had spoken about the Saxon coins being worth the fight. She had not been forthcoming with details and while you had been curious, you knew it was better not to ask so early on, in fear that she would wonder where your questions were coming from.

You had to be careful with what you were searching for, but your efforts had yielded a result after looking for any information on Jane. Donald Blake, a doctor and self-taught archaeologist had lived an interesting life. This death certificate was listed as death by misadventure but the more digging you did into his life, his relationship with Jane seemed to overshadow his own merits. He became obsessed with looking for rare finds, going deeper into the unknown until his body was found a month after he had originally been missing. Photos showed bites, much like the one on your neck and you clicked out of the photos quickly as you heard Tivan coming down the hall.

“It’s getting late. I’m going to head out. Lock up?” he asked, jingling his keys.

You nodded, waiting to hear him leave before you completed one more search. You weren’t the least bit surprised when nothing came up. Your fingers slid under the turtleneck and touched the bite marks, still tender as you winced.

By the time you closed up and made it to your car, it was dusk. A spike of fear took hold in your chest at the thought of going home and you wondered if he was going to be there tonight while you slept and if you would wake to more photos.

♦️

You all but ran up the stairs to your apartment, turning on every single light and checking the rooms like it was a ritual. Perhaps it was a routine you’d need to put into practice. One could never be too careful.

The hot water from the shower eased your sore muscles and relaxed you. It had been a long day and you were ready to sleep, the first pangs of sleepiness hitting before you turned off the water. You dried off, looking back at yourself in the mirror before you wrapped a towel around your hair and then your body. You would be fine, you told yourself. You were a survivor. You took your time getting ready for bed, rubbing in the last of the lavender lotion you loved so much into your skin before you brushed your teeth.

The knock on the door made your blood run cold, sending a shiver down your spine. You were motionless, moments passing before you heard it again. More demanding than before.

You slipped into a robe before you headed toward the door, inching up on your toes to see who it was, even though you had an idea of who it could be.

You opened the door with barely enough space to see him standing in front of you. Another black suit, carefully tailored and you knew by the stitching and fit that it was expensive, hints of green thread woven into the collar of the suit jacket. His smile was not one of kindness but rather of knowing a secret.

“Good evening, dear.”

Half your face was hidden by the door and you struggled to breathe, remembering the sharpness of his fangs on your sensitive skin. Still traumatized from that encounter, you had nothing left to say except what you thought he wanted to hear.

“I don’t have Jane yet,” you replied quickly.

“Of course not. I expect you still have work to do. Jane is a discernible woman. I did happen to hear you made a visit to that crypt they call a museum. But otherwise, I came here for you.”

You nodded, watching his smile fade.

“We have matters to discuss.”

You hesitated to open the door wider, only to realize in a blink of an eye he was behind you, already inside. You slammed the door shut, leaning up against it as he sauntered through the living room.

“I thought… you - you had to be invited in,” you stammered.

He looked up from the small bookshelf where your history books were, giving you a smirk.

“You already have. The night I came to take those lovely photos.”

“I would have remembered.” You shook your head, trying to rack your brain to think.

“You sleepwalk, my dear. Perhaps it was your subconscious that invited me inside, speaking it into existence. Or I could have used an influence. We’ll never know,” Loki surmised with a gleam in his eye. “What’s done is done. I thank you for your gracious hospitality.”

Your palms flattened against the door as he spoke.

He sat on the couch, patting his thigh slowly.

“Don’t make me ask, little one.”

You crossed over to the couch, slowly sinking onto his leg. Appeased, he lifted up your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“En Dwi Gast. No more searching. Do I make myself clear?”

His expectant gaze commanded an answer and you struggled to think of how you would have to explain it to Jane.

“Yes,” you replied meekly, his fingers oddly warm under your chin.

“He’s hidden away for a reason and once people are hidden, I prefer them to stay that way. I underestimated Jane,” Loki said with a short burst of laughter. “She really is cunning. Do you know what would happen if you found where he was located?”

His hand fell from your chin and his knuckle brushed against your neck slowly, making you shiver with fear, not waiting for your answer before he replied in kind.

“I’d have to kill you. Or his associates would first.”

His finger hooked over the edge of your robe by your neck, gently pulling it down to reveal his markings on your skin.

“Mm, you’re healing nicely. Does Jane know about your pretty little marks I’ve gifted you with?”

“No, I covered them.” His eyes narrowed at you, searching your expression for the truth.

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow at your admission.

“I didn’t want anyone to see.” Even now, tears welled up in your eyes with how afraid you were, the tips of his fangs glistening in the soft light.

“Perhaps Jane is more conniving than I first believed. She set you up. How clever." He seemed amused by that fact.

“Jane wouldn’t do that, I swear. She doesn’t know about you.”

Loki’s eyes seemed to turn almost black at your response.

“Oh,” he purred, stroking your thigh gently with his thumb as his stare hardened. “She knows all about me. She must be vetting you very carefully.”

“I don’t understand.” Your brows knitted together in confusion.

“Simple, really. Her agents are disappearing quicker than she can hire them. Perhaps she’s making sure of your loyalty before she recruits you into the field. Or maybe she believes that I’ve already gotten to you. Those Saxon coins you no doubt saw in that hellscape cost her five of her men. Of course, two of them ended up in my employ and the rest, well… I hate wasting food.”

You squirmed on his lap, whimpering as he pressed his mouth against your neck and up to your ear. You imagined that is why he was so warm. He had fed.

“You smell absolutely divine,” he breathed slowly, his arm anchored around your waist. “I won’t taste you tonight, though it kills me to have restraint. Perhaps you can appease my hunger in another way.”

“Please… I don’t know what you want,” you whispered, his fingers brushing against the side of your breast over your thin robe.

“That’s the beauty isn’t it? You’ll never know until I take it from you. I can only imagine what’s under this robe. Show me.”

You fumbled with the knot slowly, shaky fingers pulling at the string until it was free. You bared your breasts, closing your eyes as you heard his drawn in breath.

“Beautiful,” Loki praised, his palm covering over one of your breasts, his skin hot against your own. His thumb circled over your hardened nipple, stopping only to call your name gently to break you out of your thoughts.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes slowly, your eyes looking down at his hand before your gaze traveled back up to his face.

“Much better. If Jane offers you a position with her hoodlums, you’ll say, no won’t you?”

The pad of his thumb brushed against your nipple roughly and you nodded.

“Good girl. I wouldn’t want to kill you like I did Donald Blake.”

#dark! loki x black reader #vampire bucky x black reader #dark! loki x female reader #vampire loki x reader #en dwi gast

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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Dating The Grand Master Would Include:

Dating the Grand Master would include:

- He’ll have a sweet spot if you refer to him by his title. He refuses your request? Wrap you arms around him and whisper in his ear “Please, Grand Master” and the world is yours. When you want something or are trying to get your own way, you call him Grandmaster. He’ll smirk, enjoying how the name fell from your lips a little too much.

- But if you’re annoyed, its En Dwi Gas.

- His head will snap towards you with a shocked look the first time. “How do you know that?” He’ll ask, only for you to smirk and say “Taneleer”. From then on, he’ll make sure to keep close where you and his brother are in the same room.

- Although that doesn’t do much because every time you see the Collector, you always come away with more and more secrets.

- Being very close with Taneleer and helping him keep tabs on his brother and vise versa. You’re a nice medium between the two brothers so you all can actually spend some time together. Taneleer sometimes fine En Dwi too loud while En Dwi find him to droll. But you are able to keep conversations flowing at a nice pace for all involved. You also get first dips on anything Taneleer finds that he doesn’t want.

- Despite the show he puts on, hes not entirely dominate in your relationship. Theres a power play between you. you fight each other to gain the upper hand that neither of you ever take the advantage of having. Its more about the game rather than the prize.

- Expect him to flirt with you no matter what. You could be in a 50 year marriage and he’ll still send you a flirty comment and wink at you from across the room.

- You helping him in his elaborate party arrangements. To the point that he now leaves it all to you because he knows and trust you completely.

- when there are others around, you’ll perch on the side of his large, light blue chair. His hand will be placed on your lower back, occasionally running up your spin. But when theres no one around, he’ll pull you onto his lap. He knew better than to try that with a crowd, but alone you were more than happy.

- He liked it when you rode him on that very chair.

- Hes very handsy. At events, parties or even when you’re alone, he’ll like to keep his hand on you somewhere. Around your waist, on your hip or in your own hand. Of course, En Dwi has a particular soft spot when you cuddle into him in public places and he wraps his arm completely around you.

- En Dwi has little patience for long, drawn out conversations that he has no interest in. so when small issues arise, the guards come to you first. En Dwi wouldn’t actually notice this until you two are walking through a corridor and one of the guards jogs up and asked what they should do about a issue with one of the doors in the arena. You’ll answer a solution and they’ll leave without even glancing to En Dwi. He’ll call after them “yes, I approve of that” even though the guards long out of earshot. Of course, this will cause you to laugh before pressing a soft kiss to his lips to distract him quickly.

#grand master #grand master x reader #En Dwi Gast #En Dwin Gast x reader

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 5 years

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loki x reader imagines

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Wsyf5o

by mfeux

a short collection of loki x reader oneshots

Words: 5102, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Avengers

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Thor (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Korg of Krona, Hela (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Dom Loki (Marvel), Bottom Loki (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel), Alpha Loki (Marvel), Fluff and Angst, Hate to Love, Falling In Love, Forbidden Love, Marvel Universe, Asgard (Marvel), Sakaar (Marvel), Ragnarok, Dom/sub, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Alternate Universe - Domestic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Rough Sex, Fluff and Humor, Betrayal, Unrequited Love, Hurt No Comfort, GOD im sorry, This is gonna be a rollercoaster, Jealousy, Childhood Friends, ill add more tags when the requests come in, requests open, Smut, Shameless Smut

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Wsyf5o

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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eternalgamesmaster · 6 years

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GRANDMASTER DRABBLE

ANON SAID: Would you mind writing a drabble of the Grandmaster finding the reader's surgery scars?

Taking a lazy day was not something that En Dwi did very often. He was always busy ruling over Sakaar, planning his next Contest of Champions and everything else he felt was an important use of his time.

Today, however, was different. It’s your birthday, and for your gift, you had asked that he take the day off and spend it with you. The two of you had been ‘together’ on and off for several Earth-Months now. In that time, the two of you had been on perhaps three? Four dates?

Anyway, so today was your day. The Grandmaster pampered you as he said you ‘deserved.’ He brought you breakfast in bed, gave you a massage, gave you a gift anyway. It was some kind of Sakaaran jewellery. It was pretty in any case.

So that brought you here and now, the two of you making out on your bed. The two of you had never had much time to get down to business, as it were, but you were certainly making up for lost time now. En Dwi pulled your shirt over your body, and his hands began to rub over your skin. He paused, pulling back, his hands running over a particular spot on your chest.

“What are these, Peach?” He asked as you sat up, legs either side of his hips. You looked down to where he was looking, even though you’d know what you’d see. Your scars, from surgery.

“They’re scars,” you said softly, putting your hand over the Grandmasters’. He hummed.

“I can, uh, I can see that, Pet. Where did they, where did they come from?” You leaned down to give him a peck on the cheek, and you leant back.

“From my surgery,” you offered simply. He nodded and twisted the two of you around. He put both of his hands on either sides of your hips, and moved down so that his head was above your scars. He pressed light kisses to the raised skin, and you ran your fingers through his hair. Something that he he never usually let anyone do.

“They’re, uh, they’re beautiful. Just like you,” he said, looking up at you as he pressed another kiss to the skin. “My greatest treasure.”

#en dwi gast #grandmaster #en dwi gast x reader #grandmaster x reader #jeff goldblum #thor ragnarok #drabble #reader positivity

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syntheticavenger · 3 years

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Never Sleep Alone 8

Dark! Loki x Black Female Reader - anyone can read though! I was watching Queen of the Damned and got inspired.

Notes: In which we should never trust Jane Foster... and Loki knows more than he lets on.

I’m notoriously bad at tagging, although I promise to get better. @caffiend-queen @jevans2 @tcc-gizmachine @ladyacrasia @cocoamoonmalfoy. Please

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

As far as non-dates went, this one had been worth the extra anxiety, even with Scott’s admission of the true nature of his job. Loki's warning still hung in the back of your thoughts after Scott had bid you goodbye, after you had agreed to another outing. Still nervous to call it a date, you put it in your calendar on your phone and started the car, the heat blowing through the vents as it thawed the apples of your cheeks. It was nice, getting to know someone, even with the circumstances you had found yourself in.

You made it home as the sun was made it's final descent, collecting your mail before you made it up the steps, filing through the small stack of envelopes of credit card offers and upcoming bills. As you turned the key into the lock, still looking at yet another offer of debt, you felt for the light switch absentmindedly.

When you looked up, you saw a figure sitting on the couch in the darkness, the light from your front door illuminating a small sliver from the open door.

"Hello little one," Loki greeted from the darkness as you froze. "Come inside. You'll catch a cold."

When you took a wide step back, you were pulled inside without warning, the door slamming behind you in a blur. Loki appeared in front of you, his gaze piercing as his eyes shined in the darkness. The top of your head barely reached his shoulder, his size intimidating enough without being a vampire.

"You've been busy, darling," he purred, a smile appearing on his lips as he watched your chest rapidly rise and fall. "Tell me all about your new position."

"My-my position?" you stammered, trying to calm the beating of your heart that sounded like an incoming freight train.

"Of course. A celebration should be in order."

He circled around you like prey, stopping behind you before he whispered in your ear.

"You broke your word." His voice cut through you like a knife, your body starting to tremble.

His hands settled at the tops of your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest while he nuzzled his face into your hair with a disappointed sigh.

"You do remember our conversation, don't you? Do you recall what I said?"

"Y-you said you wouldn't want to kill me," you recited, your voice shaking with fear as your wrung your hands out of nervousness. It always felt like you were on the cusp of death when he was around you.

"Very good. You remember," Loki praised, before he spun you around so that you were face to face. "Tell me why I shouldn't suck every ounce of your blood out of your body since you disobeyed me."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to cry. "I didn't mean to. Jane didn't give me a chance to say no and I -"

"I know, darling," Loki soothed, his voice almost melodic at the shell of your ear that vibrated down your spine. "I was there."

The glint of the tips of his fangs peeked out under his knowing smile. "You could have turned her down privately. But you didn't, did you?"

"I was going to." Your voice felt small. Weak.

He continued to circle around you slowly, his hands behind his back while he watched you. "I'm sure you would have if you weren't so enraptured by your new friend. He is a fetching man, wouldn't you agree? Though, not exactly the company I want you to keep, even if he has a handsome face."

You were quiet, holding your breath while he continued to stroll.

"They aren't aware that I've claimed you yet, are they?"

You sputtered at his comment, shaking your head. "Claimed?"

Loki stopped, tapping on his neck. "It's a particular mark that won't fade anytime soon. It's a claiming bite. For your protection, of course."

"From who?"

"Other vampires, of course. I'm old and stronger than most and it will help if you're gallivanting around and a younger vampire wants to try to taste you," Loki paused for a moment, lifting up your chin. "They will never take what's mine once they see it. Perhaps it would provide insurance for you when you're around your ... less than desirable friends. But I assume that won't be an issue because you won't be seeing them outside of your daily duties, am I right?"

No more meeting people. No more Scott. A life lived in fear once again after you had thought you had found peace.

"They are -"

Loki's fangs grew longer and how they did, you were unsure, his eyes turning black with rage. "They steal from my kind. Kill my kind. What allowances should I make for them?"

You whimpered, trying not to shake. With a short exhaled breath, Loki's fangs retracted and he held your shoulders tight.

"Forgive me. I forget how fragile you are. Especially in this weather. How is your knee, little one? I know it troubles you. It is a pity that he's in prison. I would have liked to kill him myself."

You were silent at his words. Not once had you mentioned him, let alone that he was in prison or about your knee. How much did he truly know about you?

"How did you know about him?" You wished you weren't so afraid of him as he towered over you, his voice like velvet when he answered you.

"I know everything about you, my sweet girl. The failed marriage and the abuse. You tried so hard to make it work. But is there ever a happy ending with such a monster as he is? You need someone to protect you. To keep you safe."

You assumed he was talking about himself. To appease him, you nodded slowly.

"There's a good girl. Why don't you sit on the couch and make yourself more comfortable?" It was less of a suggestion and more of a command.

You lowered yourself to the couch, your knees pressed together while he knelt in front of you. His hands were on your kneecaps, his grip like a vice.

"Tomorrow you will tell Jane you do not accept her position, do you understand?" To soften the blow, he made sure to smile.

You nodded rapidly in understanding. Research assistant fit you much better anyway.

"Good girl. I'd hate to have to suck you dry when we're just getting to have fun."

You swallowed hard, your eyes wide. "I understand."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants and you moved backward, realizing what he was trying to do. He narrowed his eyes at you with a disapproving stare.

"All this talking has made me hungry and you need a little relaxation, darling. You're wound up so tight."

"Please," you begged quietly. "I don't want to."

Loki frowned for a moment, his expression one of defeat as he gave you a small pout.

"Then I'll have no choice but to make sure Jane knows about your peculiar markings. I'm sure she would understand that you're at the bidding of a vampire, wouldn't she?"

You knew it would be the exact opposite. His hands tugged down your jeans, tossing them to the side as he spread your thighs, leaning forward. His nose bumped against your thigh, his tongue licking a small stripe on your flesh. You squeezed your eyes shut as his fangs grazed your sensitive skin and you gasped in surprise.

"The femoral artery is rich in blood. Decadent, even," he whispered against your thigh, his teeth sinking into your flesh as you cried out in pain. "Drinking from you is like tasting the finest wine. Hush. I'll help you relax."

His fingers caressed a line against your basic cotton underwear, his fingers circling your clit as his mouth worked against your thigh, the pinch of his fangs now a distant memory. A sigh of shock slipped through your lips and he chuckled between his feeding.

"One day, little one. All in due time."

His lips increased pressure on your thigh and you felt like you were floating.

Far, far away until you faded into the darkness.

♦️

When you woke, you were in your bed, dressed in an oversized shirt and still groggy, a dull ache radiating from your thigh. Exhaustion surrounded you, Loki's words still swirling around your mind while you tried to fight the sleepiness that was threatening to take you over again. Somewhere on the bed, your phone vibrated incessantly and you felt around until you peeled back the covers to pull it out, trying to focus on who was calling.

Your stomach dropped to your toes when you realized it was Jane.

"Hello?" You closed your eyes, trying to get the room to stop spinning while you closed your eyes to center yourself.

"Oh thank God. Is everything okay? I've been calling for over an hour." Jane's voice sounded far away. Covering your mouth to stifle a yawn, you tried to focus on what she was saying.

"I just overslept. What's up?"

"I need some help. I've been trying to call Carina to talk to Tivan but she hasn't been answering. Probably passed out somewhere with one of her little boyfriends, who knows. There's an auction today and I needed some help."

Back up. Now that you knew what that meant, you weren't too keen on offering to help.

"If Carina isn't answering, I should go make sure the office is open."

"Fine. But call me when you get there, okay?" Jane's voice twinged with irritation.

"I will," you promised, pulling yourself out of bed and hanging up, tossing the phone on the bed while you made your way into the bathroom.

When you removed your shirt, your eyes dropped to the two new marks on the inside of your thigh. While these were easy to cover up, there would be no explaining these if you were caught in a compromising position. You popped an iron pill in your mouth, swallowing it with a handful of water from the sink before you stepped into the shower. This was the only way that you could feel slightly back to normal within a few days. This particular research had been on a private VPN of your own, fearing that Jane would find out.

For now, you'd find solace in the office and stay put.

♦️

When you got into the office, there was no sign of Carina, the lights still off and everything locked up. This was unlike her.

You called her twice before you left her a voicemail, looking at her empty desk while you asked for a call back. Something didn't sit right with you, watching her empty chair and the conversation that you had both had earlier. It was probably nothing, just overthinking because of your own situation you had found yourself in.

With shaky hands, you made yourself a cup of coffee, unlocking your office and trying to call Tivan, who also was not answering. It was more common for him not to answer, he was notorious for forgetting to make sure his phone was not on silent. He had reminded you often that he hated any sort of ringtone. You were hopeful that he knew where she was.

You finished your coffee and looked through your books when the phone at your desk rang.

"Tivan Antiquities, how may I help you?"

"It's Jane. I got a hold of Tivan but his service is shit where he is. There's a box under Carina's desk. Would you be able to drop it off for me? I'd come there myself but we're a little wrapped up at the moment. I know you're busy but it'll only take a few minutes."

"Um, sure. Hold on a second." You put the phone down, venturing out to Carina's desk to see the box. You tried to lift it but it was heavy. Almost too heavy for you to lift on your own.

"It's there. Heavy," you replied once you got back to your desk.

"There's a dolly in the closet, I think. I'll text you the address. Thanks so much."

She hung up before you had a chance to reply.

Whatever it was, she sounded impatient and you reasoned the quicker you gave it to her, then you would be free to go back to the office.

You lugged the heavy box out to your car, lifting with all your strength to push the box into the backseat, pulling up your seat to ensure that it fit. For a moment you wondered what was inside. Firearms, most likely, you had guessed. Or perhaps it was something more worthwhile, another acquisition that Jane had acquired. Your phone chimed with the address and you locked up once more, leaving a note for Carina in case she came in later.

The drive to her location was over two hours away and you groaned at the commute before you started your car.

♦️

When you finally reached your destination, you saw Darcy on the steps of the giant building. She met you at your car, looking around nervously before she helped you with the box.

"Is everything okay?"

"Something's not right," Darcy mumbled, maneuvering the box into the bed of the truck before she closed the top. "I'm really good with my intuition and it's telling me this isn't a safe place to be."

"You can come back with me," you offered. "Or I can drop you off wherever you want."

Darcy shrugged but there was a fight in her eyes, which continued to look back at the door and back to the truck. "It's fine. Probably nerves. You're not coming in?"

"No, I should get back to the office. I don't know where Tivan's assistant is and she's never not missed work so I was going to check on her."

"At least come say hi. Scott's inside, he was wondering if you'd be here. Plus," Darcy said with a hopeful turn of her lips. "Maybe you could convince Jane to leave."

Your intuition matched Darcy's and it was telling you to turn back around and get in your car. To drive away and never come back.

"I shouldn't," you denied.

"Please," Darcy whispered. "I know we don't know each other that well but it would make me feel better if I had an extra person who also shared how I felt. We could talk to her together."

You were going against your better judgement when you followed her up the steps and into the grand ballroom, where you noticed there were men dressed in tuxedos at every entrance. Not out of the realm of how classy the ballroom was but enough to make you take notice. The ballroom was packed with tables and patrons, all who were dressed much nicer than you were.

"She's right this way," Darcy urged, walking toward a table.

You felt under dressed when you saw Jane in a elegant gown, her hair and make up done so that she looked like a classic movie star, while Scott adjusted his tie at the sight of you and pulled out a chair. He didn't look excited to see you.

"Why are you here?" he asked quietly, as he leaned down to push in your chair for you.

"Darcy asked me to come and talk to Jane," you whispered back, Darcy giving you a pleading smile as she motioned to Jane, who lifted her fan at you and grinned.

"Thank you for coming. They're taking a short break to bring out the next item. Get comfortable, it's your first auction, new recruit."

No. It most certainly was not and could not be your first auction.

Recruit.

"Jane, I can't stay." You lifted yourself from your chair as her brown eyes locked in on yours.

"Why not? Tivan's going to be out of the office all day. Do you have anything that's due tomorrow? I'm sure if you're looking for Carina, she's probably hungover. She used to drink, you know. Not sure she actually got over it. I want you to see what we do. Please? For me?"

You lowered yourself back down in the chair, Scott clearing his throat.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," Scott spoke up quietly.

"Do you not want me to stay?" Your voice now matched his as Jane and Darcy began a heated debate, her attention off of you.

"No, because I'm trying to leave here too. You saw the guards at the exits, didn't you? Don't look at them, just nod." Scott smoothed down his tie, looking around the ballroom.

You nodded, your heartbeat quickening.

"That's not normal. Something's going on. We don't have the usual crew, Jane wanted to do this with a smaller group. Easier to get in and out. Or so she thought."

The auctioneer walked up to the podium in a black three piece suit, two assistants holding up a long sword with a diamond encrusted handle.

"Apologies for the delay, ladies and gentlemen. We had some security issues. Rest assured that we are back in business and we are ready to continue. Our newest find is from the King Charles collection. For this rare find, we are starting the bidding at fifty thousand."

In the distance, a well dressed man lifted up a fan.

"Ah, fifty."

There were eyes on your table. You could feel them.

"Jane," Darcy whispered, her eyes darting around the auction. "This doesn't feel right."

Ignoring her comment, Jane lifted her fan.

"Fifty-five thousand," the auctioneer said, acknowledging her with a point of his gavel. "Do I hear sixty thousand?"

Jane raised her fan once more. Darcy shot you a nervous look, looking back at the auctioneer, who was keenly focused on Jane with a smirk.

"Sixty thousand. Do I hear seventy?" His voice boomed loudly.

More stares turned toward Jane.

"Seventy. Thank you to Ms. Parker. Do I hear eighty?"

Darcy forced Jane's arm down, her voice shrill. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to let that sword go, are you kidding me?" Jane shot back, raising up her arm once more. "Donald spent half his career looking for that sword."

Scott and Darcy exchanged a nervous look while the auctioneer pointed in Jane's direction.

"Seventy-five."

"One hundred thousand," a deep voice called out somewhere from the back.

Heads turned, almost in unison to see a tall, slender man with white hair, standing in the back of the room. You turned your head to see him staring right at you, a sparkle in his wide smile.

But it wasn't a sparkle. It was the light playing tricks. It was a definite glint of fangs that peeked out from his upper lip.

The man looked didn't look familiar until you saw Jane's eyebrow raise in your direction with a smirk. Then you understood why she looked so pleased.

Tivan's brother.

En Dwi Gast.

#dark! vampire loki x black female reader #dark! loki x reader #jane foster #dark fic #en dwi gast #scott lang #darcy lewis

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