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cartoonist-in-theory · 5 months

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You’re walking down a long quiet road. It’s winter, snow covers the ground, the sky fades gray. All around you are trees that have long since dropped their leaves, cold and dead, waiting for spring. You stop beneath one, eye caught by a striking sight. Amid the bare branches you see a round bundle of stunning green leaves. Hanging down above you are dozens of beautiful little pearly white berries. The fruit tempts you, but you don’t dare touch. Instead you simply admire them. Life among the dead of winter. Mistletoe.

@slocotion Hi, here is my design for slocotion's patreon dyo doll contest. Her name is Haustoria of the Pale. I was very excited to put this together once it struck me. I thought of all my favorite fruits I could have used but then inspiration hit me as I was considering less common fruits and fungi. Mistletoe is used medicinally by some but the entire plant, including its cute white berries, is toxic. Since this is a longer post, I’ll include more notes on my design under a cut but to point out the most important thing, I’ve combined the nature of the toxic berries with some historical+mythological inspiration that I think echoes it nicely.

In Norse mythology, a well known story is that of the death of Baldr. Baldr was the most loved god of the Aesir, so when a vision of his death reached his parents Odin and Frigga, they did all they could to protect him. Frigga sent her servants all over the world to make every creature and thing vow to never harm a hair on Baldr’s head. All but mistletoe promised, too insignificant or too young to make the vow. After it was done, Bladr seemed invincible. Since nothing was willing to hurt him, the gods would sometimes gather around and throw things at him, watching everything bounce off without injuring him. Loki, jealous of the love and affection that was always paid to Baldr, came up with a plan to get rid of him. He had an arrow made of mistletoe and brought it to Baldr’s blind brother Hodr. He gave it to him to throw at Baldr as all the gods pelted him with objects and weapons. Hodr threw the arrow and, since mistletoe had never promised not to harm him, it pierced his chest, killing him instantly... And so Baldr was delivered to the depths of the land of the dead, looked over by Hel.

specific design notes under the cut thank you for looking!

Mistletoe is a very interesting plant to me. It’s not a tree or vine or bush, but instead its an evergreen parasite. The sticky seeds attach themselves to the branches and grow into it with a haustorium, which is a structure that lets them sap nutrients from the host plant. Haustoria’s name is a reference to this structure. “of the Pale” is a reference to not only the color of the berries but the pale gray and white landscape of winter.

Mistletoe berries are heavily toxic but also exist in winter, when other plants may be barren and “dead.” Because of that and their parasitic nature I see them as a sweet little balance of life and death. In addition to that, I use the split colors of the face/mask of Haustoria to reference the goddess of the land of the dead, Hel, who is described as having a body that is half black as death, split down the middle.

The structure of the outfit is inspired by Scandinavian and specifically Norwegian folk dresses, since I’m borrowing old Norse history for more inspiration, it seemed fitting. I also felt the style would be good to accompany the botanical and berry designs attractively.

The twin peaked hood is to further split the design down the middle, with little charms to show life and death.

I included white beads all over the outfit to represent the mistletoe berries themselves so they could stand out.

The dark side of her face is adorned with thorns and has three mournful black tears leaking down from her eye, as well as a hollow half of the center heart.

The light side is blushed and lively with shiny eyes, leaves shaped like the mistletoe leaves, red petals like the mistletoe blooms, three white dots to be the mistletoe fruit, and the center heart is full.

Her cape is white on the inside to represent the white of the berries and also the white of snow.

To cap it off, I do believe mistletoe is fitting for a plague doctor as they are still used medicinally to this day. :)

Thank you for reading everything and looking at my design! I’m very proud of her and I hope she doesn’t stretch the theme. And definitely more than anything else I hope you enjoy looking at her!

#I hope you like her #I suddenly was struck with a vision of this design so I had to drop everything to work on her for a few days #sorry for the long post though I had a lot of thoughts #<3333 #good luck to all the entrants I have been having fun looking at the other cute designs #I take immense interest in both botany and Norse mythology #kleptodoesart

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lokigodofmyheart · 2 months

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Loki x F!Reader (SMUT)

Summary: Loki and Y/N are friends, but they always had this flirting and teasing thing going on between them, but that's all they were. Friends. Until they got on a drinking challenge on a party. (2.510 words).

Rating: +18

A/N: English is not my first langage, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm thinking about a part 2 maybe?

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Tony was making another charity event tonight. Which was just an excuse to throw a party and get everyone drunk.

“You’re looking perfect, Y/N/N.” *Natasha said to her as she looks at herself in the mirror for the fifth time. “I’m sure Loki won’t be able to take his eyes of you.” Oh, right. Natasha knew about Y/N’s crush on Loki.

Loki and Y/N were good friend. She was the first person that had made him feel comfortable when he joined the Avengers, while everyone else was against it and barely talked with him. That was almost a year ago. She and Loki were partners in missions, always read together, and they had this flirting and teasing each other all the time.

“Come on, we’re late. Tony will be complaining about that all the night.” Natasha said laughing.

“Right, right. Let’s go.” Y/N replied.

The event was being hosted in the tower tonight. As Natasha and Y/N entered, everyone looked at them, some reporters taking pictures. Loki was taking a sip of his champagne when he sse Y/N and Natasha arriving. They soon found the table where the team was, so they went there. Y/N smiled and said her ‘hello’ to everyone and she sits by Loki’s side “Hello, Loki.” She smiled at him.

Loki smiled as she sits beside him “Hello, Y/N/N.” He leaned in slightly “I must say, you look ravishing tonight.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him. Y/N was wearing a beautiful short dress in dark green.

Loki couldn’t help but notice the way her dress hugged her curves accentuating her figure perfectly. He took another sip of his champagne before leaning in closer to her “You know, I was thinking about asking you to dance later. Would you like that?”

“Of course,” She took a sip of her champagne now. “So, what are you up for tonight? Thinking about getting the number of any of these womans tonight?”

He rolls his eyes playfully and chuckled, knowing full well she was teasing him. “As if I was waste my time with any of these mere mortals when I have the pleasure of your company.” He smirked taking another sip of his champagne.

“Yeah, right.” She laughs as she turns her glass, finishing her champagne way to quicly.

Seeing that her glass was empty, he smiled. “A little too quicly there, Y/N/N. Let’s not get carried away.”

“My only intention tonight is drinking.” She laughs.

“I don’t think you can beat me in drinking.” Loki says.

Y/N smirks at him “Is that a challenge?”

Loki smirked as he sits closer to her, his voice lowering slightly “Perhaps it is. And perhaps you’ll find that I’m not as easy defeated as you might think.”

“You’re so on!” She asked the waitress to bring them some rounds of shots. Loki chuckled and soon the shots arrived. He raised his glass in mock salute before drinkin his shot in one swift motion. Y/N did the same as he watched with amusement.

After a total of three shots, Y/N was feeling a bit dizzy, but she wasn’t ready to stop and lose to Loki. He noticed that she was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol and he couldn’t resist to challenge her more. “Alright, Y/N/N. It’s seeming we’re on quite the roll here. Care for another round?”

“Sure.” She say.

After another round of shots, Loki couldn’t help but smirk as he watched the woman struggling to keep up with him. His mischievous eyes watched her with amusement.

Y/N was texting Natasha, when she took another glass on her hand, but before she could drink it, Loki took out of her hand. “Hey, that’s mine.”

He smirked as he saw the adorable look of protest on her face. “You had too much already.” *He extends his arm opposite to her reach.

“Give it back!” She protested.

Loki smirked “Fine.” As he handles her the glass back, he took advantage of her distraction and snap her phone out of her hand.

“HEY!”

He couldn’t help but grin wider as he watched her try to grab her phone back. He held it up just out of her reach. “What do you say we make a little bet?”

“No. Give my phone back, Loki.”

Loki smirked, still holding the phone away from her. “If you can make me blush, I’ll give your phone back.” He looks around casually “But if not...”

“Okay. I accept.” Y/N smirks before she left her chair and sit on his lap, looking at his as her legs went to his sides.

Loki’s heart skipped a beat as she did that. Their bodies press together. He could feel her legs on either side of him. Y/N smirked as she saw his face reddening. “You’re blushing. Now give my phone back.” He couldn’t believe he had lost so easily. He handed her phone back with a huff. “There you go, happy?”

“Very.” She took her phone back as she answers Nat’s text, but she hadn’t moved from Loki’s lap.

Loki looked at her, their faces inches apart. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it was making it difficult to thing straight “What are you doing?” He asked her, his voice slightly strained.

“Answering Nat’s text.” She looks at him.

He couldn’t help but notice the way her body brushed agains his crotch with every movement. It was driving him crazy. “I can see that. Maybe you should move back to your chair?” His voice was slightly rough not.

“Why?” She made a confused face to him, causing a little friction between them.

Loki bit his lip, fighting the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. “Because I... because I can’t think straight when you’re this close.” He admitted.

“Too bad, your lap is way more comfortable than that chair. Even if I can feel how hard I’m making you.” She smirks to him.

Loki groaned softly, unable to hide his arousal any longer. He could feel himself growing even harder against her “Maybe you should stop teasing me then? Or better yet, help me out of this predicament?”

“Maybe I should...maybe not.” She smirks as she rolls her hips against him.

He let out a soft moan, unable to resist the sensation. His hand moved up her thighs, gently pushing against her dress as he tries to control himself.

“Should I do it again?” Y/N whispered in his ear.

Loki bit his bottom lip, fighting the urge to take her right there on the table. “No... please don’t. I can’t take anymore teasing.”

She suddenly got off his lap, as she extends her hand to him “I think we should go to somewhere more private.” Loki took her hand, eager to escape the crowd and their prying eyes. As he stood up, his hard-on was evident. Y/N leads them to her room in the tower and Loki followed her.

Once inside her room, he closed the door behind him as she leads him to sit on her bed so she could sit on his lap again. As she straddles him once more, her dress hiked up slight, making him groan and revealing more of her thighs and the lacy edge of her black underwear.

“Where are we again? Oh, right.” *She rolls her hips against his.

Loki gasped, feeling her pressed against his hardening cock. He moaned softly as she did it again, unable to resist her any longer. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her hard against his body, making Y/N moan. She started kissing his jaw and his neck. Loki let out a soft moan as her lips trailed down his neck and she licked his skin. At the same time, her hands started opening his shirt, throwing it away somewhere in her room.

She quickly went to open his belt and his pants, as she could feel Loki’s hand opening the zipper on the back of her dress. She got off him so they could discard their clothes, Y/N taking her dress and black lacy underwear as Loki throws his pants and boxers away. She smiled seeing his hard cock against his abdomen.

Loki watched her with hungry eyes as he sees her naked in front of him. She went to him, kneeling between his legs as she looks in his face for his consent. He nodded his head, his hand reaching for her hair, guiding her towards his erection, moaning as she took him into her mouth. She first licked his cock, base to tip, before she finally put him in her mouth, moaning when she did it. She started slow, teasing him.

His head fell back with a moan, his hand running through her hair. He groaned as she took him deeper into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue dancing around his sensitive head. He let out a soft gasp as he hit the back of her throat, his hips starting to move in rhythm with her bobbing head. His cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

She had picked up her pace, when Loki’s grips on her hair tights slightly, pulling her off him. He growled, his erection still throbbing. Y/N smirks as she crawls on bed, Loki turning them, so he was on top of her now.

“I want you.” She whispers, “I have wanted you for so long.”

Loki’s smile grew as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear “And what if I told you that I want you too? That I’ve been waiting for this moment since we met?”

“I would say that we both wasted so much time.”

He chuckled at her answer, his lips grazing her neck as he began to trail kisses down her body. His hand slid between them, finding her wet core and pressing against it. “We certainly did, my dear. But I’m ready to make up for the lost time now.”

She moans when she feels his hand toying with her clit. Loki just smirked as his fingers keeping teasing her clit as he continues to kiss her neck. He moved down to her breast, sucking on one nipple before movint to the other “I know just how to make you beg for more.”

Y/N just moans, not trusting her voice now. Loki smirked enjoying the sounds she was making. He slipped a finger inside her, watching as she arched her back in pleasure “It seems you like that, don’t you?” She nods “You want me to fill you up with my cock, don’t you?”

“I do...” she moans.

Loki smiled, his fingers thrusting deeper inside her as began to kiss his way down her stomach. He moved lower, teasingly nipping at her clit before taking it into his mouth “You’re so wet for me, my dear.”

She moans loudly when she felt his mouth on her. Loki continued to tease her, his tongue flicking over her clit before sucking it into his mouth once more. He could feel her walls tightening around his finger, and he knew she was close. “Just a little longer, my dear. Let me make you scream my name.”

“Please Loki, I need to cum.” she moans as she feels herself closer.

Loki grinned, pulling his finger out of her tight hole only to thrust them back in again. He held her gaze as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue, relishing the desperation he saw in her eyes “Not yet, my dear.”

“Please, Loki...Please.” She begged him.

He growled, his fingers digging into her walls as he thrust them in and out of her. His tongue circled her clit, sending shockwaves through her body “Beg for it, my dear. Tell me how much you need me to make you cum.”

“Please, Loki. Please, let me cum. I’ll do anything for you, just let me cum.” She was desperate.

Loki smiled, his fingers thrusting in and out of her faster as he teases her with his mouth. Finally, he pulled away, watching as she arched her back in disappointment. “I told you I’d make you beg. Now beg for my cock.”

Y/N had tears in her eyes after her ruined orgasm “Please, Loki. Fuck me. I need you to take me, to fuck me. I need your cock now.”

Loki chuckled; his cock already hard at the thought of taking her. He pushed her legs up and back, spreading her wide for him “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am. Please, fuck me, my prince.” She moans.

Without further hesitation, Loki thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deep inside her wet folds. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her tight walls clench around him, at the same time she moans “You’re so fucking tight. Take my cock like the whore you are.” Taking hold of her hips, Loki begun to move his hips in a steady rhythm, driving his cock deeper into her with each thrust. He looked down at her flushed face, his eyes burning with desire. “You like that, don’t you?”

All she could do was nod as she closed her eyes. Loki was watching as her pleasure intensify as she continued to pound into her. His strokes became faster and harder, his need for release growing strong with each passing second “I’m going to make you cum so hard.”

“I’m...close...” It was all she could say.

His thrusts were now punctuated by powerful grunts as he felt the familiar tightening in her core. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fiery kiss before whispering in her ear “Cum for me, Y/N/N.” Her walls clenched around him as she was hit by her orgasm with full force, her legs and body trembling and she felt like she was about to faint.

With a loud growl, Loki released his seed deep inside her, filling her up. His thrusts slowed down before stopping altogether as he leaned forward panting heavily. “Are you alright?” He asked her softly.

She nods as she was still recovering and trying to catch her breath. His eyes showed concert as he watched her. “Do you need a minute?”

Y/N smiled at him while he was still on top of her “I’m fine, Loki. Really.”

Loki nodded at her, pulling out of her slowly. “Was that too much?”

“No, it was perfect.” She smiled again. He leaned down and kisses her lips softly, before getting up to grab a cloth to clean her and him.

“Care to join me in the shower?” He asked her.

Y/N chuckled “I don’t think I’m able to stand after that.”

“Don’t worry, I got you.” Loki took her bridal style as he takes her to the bath.

As they both were inside the bathtub, she smiled at him “Was that a one-time thing?”

“We’ll see about that, don’t we?” He says as he kissed her neck.

She smiled “You know that I’ll get my revenge on your ‘don’t cum’ thing, right?” Loki just laughs “I can’t wait.”

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loz-3 · 4 months

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Kitchen Distraction

Pairing : Loki x female reader Word Count : 1.3k Tags/Warnings : smut 18+ (minors do not interact) Notes : @joyful-enchantress Hey there, secret santa! I may not be the most internet published writer, but I hope this fits your excellent request! (Also, this is my first smut piece so apologies if it's too short LOL). Thank you to @fictive-sl0th for the fun holiday event!

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With Chrismas looming, you had decided that a proper holiday get-together was needed. And that it had to be OUTSIDE of the compound. Luckily, you didn't live within its dreary grey walls and therefore had space (and the ability) to host. Invites were sent, RSVPs were received, everything was ready to go.

Well…almost…

There was only one more invitee left to find: Loki. As per usual, he was difficult to locate as he often avoided the common rooms. Chances were good that he'd be tucked away in some shadowed corner in the library, so that's where you started your search.

As you rounded the last bookshelf in the furthest corner of the massive book vault, a voice emerged from the darkness.

“Are you looking for someone in particular, my pet?”

Pausing mid stride, you grinned and angled your head towards the low and sultry words. “Maybe I am. You wouldn’t happen to know where a certain God of mischief would be hiding, would you?”

The darkness chortled in response. A book snapped shut and a figure stepped into the dim light. His hand extended, palm up, to receive the invitation clutched between your fingers. As you stepped forward to pass along the card, his other arm shot out and wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you close.

"And what, pray tell, do you need with said God?" You shrugged the best you could with how your body was pressed against his and wagged the envelope in front of his face. Loki smirked and grabbed at the paper, ripping it open and scanning the writting scrawled across it. "Oh, I see. A dinner party, how.. ordinary. Can I assume that everyone is invited?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Well, yes! Of course everyone is invited. And they've all confirmed, so I totally understand if you're reluctant." You pushed off his chest with both hands, he released his grip around you but didn't move away. "I would hate for you to miss it tho, I bought my dress specifically with you in mind…."

Spinning on your heel, you turned to leave but looked back over your shoulder. His expression was exactly what you had hoped for: a touch of softness, a hefty dose of miscevious intentions, and full-blown lust. This time, the smirk was yours. "I had better see you there." and with that, you were gone.

The next morning came early. Far too early for an average day off, but your list of tasks for the day was long and your guests would be arriving late afternoon so you had to get started.

The time passed quickly and you were nearly ready for dinner. With only food prep left to work on, you transitioned into the kitchen and began pulling out all the items you would need to create your meal. Nothing was particularly difficult to prepare, but vegetables needed chopping, proteins needed cooking, and dessert needed assemblage.

Suddenly a knock on the door broke into your groove. Who on earth is that? No-one is supposed to be here for… -you checked your watch- another three hours!. Putting down the potato you were washing, you dried your hands on your apron and strode to the front door. You swung the door open and there he was. "You're early!"

Loki stood tall, hands tucked into pants pockets, grinning like a cheshire cat. He leaned forward, face inches from yours, "I thought to offer my assistance, since you were so insistant that I be present."

"Absolutely! I won't object to an extra set of hands!" You opened the door further, allowing Loki to come inside. He stepped swiftly inside and hung his jacket by the door, then trailed after you into the kitchen. "How are your knife skills?"

"Impecible."

Loki pulled a pair of beautiful daggers, seemingly out of thin air, with a flick of the wrist. Grabbing the nearest vegetable, he proceeded to cut slices so thin that they were translucent. "I think those are a little thin for what we need." You hated to interrupt the delicate dance between the daggers and his nimble fingers. He glanced up, continuing to dice (abit larger chunks now), and caught your gaze. A flush spread up your neck and settled along your cheeks. "I…well.. I should get the rest going…" you stammered, turning slightly away and towards the opposite counter, hoping he didn't notice your fluster.

As you worked, you found your attention constenly being pulled in his direction. The flashing metal, the way his fingers moved, it was all very hypnotic. Eventually, your own hands slowed…then stopped as you watched. Every motion was effortless. The blades were like an extension of his hands, cutting through the way one's fingers run through long grass. What else were those hands able to do…?

"You're staring again, pet."

Shit. You'd been caught this time. Loki's eyes flashed with amusement, "Are my abilities too distracting? The truth now, my sweet, for I can sense when lies are afoot."

You took a deep breath. He was right, of course. There was no way you could keep the actual truth from him, so why bother wasting time stalling for something to say. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth to speak, but your words failed you. Standing in your self-made dark, you heard his footsteps come around the island and felt yourself gently pushed so your back was against the counter. You tried again.

"I was wondering what other talents a man…God… like you could have." There it was. Surprising even to yourself, you had spoke those words without any tremor or hesitation.

Loki brought his hands up to cup your face, thumbs caressing each cheek. You opened your eyes. His face was level with yours, only inches away, and waiting. "Please…" The words slipped past your lips just before his came crashing down.

You softly moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Loki’s hands began to explore your body, making their way under your shirt to graze your skin.

He continued to roam down your back, gliding his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pushing them to the floor. With no effort, he lifted you up to sit on the edge of the counter, littering kisses on every patch or revealed flesh. You let out a content sigh as his hands moved down to your thighs, teasingly inching towards your already soaking core. Every touch, every kiss sent shivers down your spine. You eagerly spread your legs, silently pleading.

Loki lowered himself to his knees and glanced up to meet your eyes. "I need your words, pet…that you want this."

Nodding, you whispered "Yes, I need you." His following smile was dazzling. Loki leaned down and began to place soft kisses on your legs, slowly making his way towards your heated center.

His name fell from your lips as his warm breath hit your most sensitive spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Loki’s skilled tongue worked its magic, truly living up to the moniker ‘silver-tongue’. You found yourself gripping the edge of the granite below you, aching for release. His tongue danced, driving you closer to the edge. Slipping a finger into your slick folds, he curled and found the ultra sensitive spot within you.. "L..Loki, I'm so close.." you gasped

"I know, let go for me"

Your climax crashed over you, crying out his name like a mantra. Loki held firm, riding out the waves of pleasure as they rolled through your body.

As you came down from your high, skin tingling, you pulled Loki up for a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. ‘Good thing you showed up early, the rest of dinner will have to wait,' you said with a wink.

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kasdan · 6 months

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Matching Costume Headcanons

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Pairing: marvel characters x gn!reader

Characters: Frank Castle, Loki, Carol Danvers, Kamala Khan, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: franks part was so fluffy and cheesy it hurt my heart and then theres matt being the biggest whore, nat is a menace

happy halloween all!❤️

𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆

he finds the costumes in the closet when he’s looking for something

“oh god”

knows exactly what it means even when he sees you and your innocent smile standing in the doorway

doesn’t even want to go out for halloween, but now he has to because he’s not going to turn you down when you look so excited and you obviously put time into finding the costumes

complains about how the costume fits on him and how it’s too tight in places

will put on a smile on his face even if he might not feel 100% into it, but by the end of the night he’ll won’t be able to help the genuine smile on his face, even if the costumes are of the dumbest things

gets tired of certain accessories on him and tries to take them off for a while, but is forced to put them right back on when he sees the look you have on your face

doesn’t care what he’s wearing he’s just glad he’s spending time with you and wouldn’t have it any other way

will put this costume or any other costume on again if you want him to mans actually will not care as long as you’re there with him

𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊

when you bring up the idea of matching costumes together he’s confused at this custom

“why would you want to dress as something else?”

you eventually convince him to do it and can see that he’s more excited for it than he lets on

lets you do all the planning as it was your idea after all

he pretends to be reading and fully immersed in the book when you’re putting some things together for the costumes

he’s not good at hiding his interest

when you ask him to try on the costume for the first time he’s very reluctant and makes a big deal out of it

you practically have to push him into the bathroom to change, him mumbling about how he can just use magic to put it on, but you insist that he has to put it on the correct way

will complain the entire time when out in public while wearing the costume about “dumb midgardian traditions”

will do it again next year if you ask really nicely:))

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

you have multiple different costumes that you change into as the night progresses

is very committed to the different costumes

one costume she carries a boombox around on her shoulder and you know that mf is so heavy to be carried around like that

has you both take a picture of every single costume you change into

goes out dancing with the costumes on and you have the time of your lives

will put out the wackiest dance moves, attempting to make them correlate to the costume she’s wearing, but ends up just jumping around

will run down the street and drag you along with her, she enjoys the freeing feeling of the wind along with the costume she’s in

hosts a halloween costume party so she can show everyone both of your costumes at once

overall she really just likes halloween

you’ll bake food and treats while in your costumes

she’s really tempted to dress up for the entire week of halloween but eventually just decides to do the day of when you mention the work that would have to go into it, even though she had enough costumes to do so

you did it really just to save yourself so you wouldn’t have to dress up for an entire week

𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏

she brings up the idea of matching costumes with the most excitement out of anyone

will have bruno make both the costumes— captain marvel of course but if you want to make your own she would be ecstatic and check up on the progress of it practically every minute

won’t stop talking about the costumes and how cute you guys are going to look in them

has her costume done months in advance

keeps giving you tips on different things you can do with your costume and adds the same things to her costume

the week of halloween no one can get her to shut up

she’s bouncing off the walls as halloween draws closer and the time to wear our costumes comes

her parents are constantly trying to get her to calm down but she’s kamala and she’s going to be excited when she gets to dress up as her favorite superhero

when you guys are out with your costumes she’s constantly raving on how cute they are and how you have the best costumes

already talks about next years costumes when the night is barely over

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

you surprise him with the costumes when they’re finally finished and are ready for him to see

he’s caught off guard by them, not being prepared for you presenting him with matching costumes, even though he knows halloween is coming up and you were bound to do something for it

he’s always down to try new things, so instead of dismissing and ignoring the outfits, he’ll embrace them and get excited to when you both can wear them out together

even if you guys don’t go out and do something he’ll still find dressing up in the costumes and doing whatever you guys do fun

as long as the costumes aren’t incredibly cheesy and dumb

when you suggest dressing up as tom and jerry he’s completely against it after you had to explain to him what it was

ends up going out in the costume anyway because he can’t bring himself to turn you down when you seem excited, even if it’s because of him being humiliated

will look into doing it again next year, but has to have a say in the costumes from here on out and won’t be afraid to turn any ideas down; he let you have your fun this year

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓

has a million costume ideas you guys can do together

from peanut butter and jelly to two of the ninja turtles this man has everything you wouldn’t have even considered in a million years covered

takes this more seriously than some major school assignments

if you turn down all the ideas he has he’ll just go and come up with more until you eventually agree to one

has multiple color palettes to choose from for the costumes to make it to your liking

takes so many pictures of you two in the costumes

you will find him enthusiastically showing off the costume to other people and motioning to you from across the room as he talks

will want to make it an annual thing from this point on after you two got so much positive feedback

he wants to go everywhere with the costumes on; into every store and restaurant just to show them off happily leading the way as you trail behind him

you have to force him to take it off and put on regular clothes at the end of the night when he’s very reluctant to take the costume off

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂

you both dress as the dumbest things you could possibly find

you walk around spirit halloween to find something and she grabs everything she sees

there’s a point where you find a mask and you walk up behind her to scare her with it

she screams inside the store, almost punching you and you have to quickly shush her and pull the mask off to show her that you’re not a murderer under it

she just stares at you with an open mouth and wide eyes before she starts to laugh asking why you would do that between the laughs

you practically try on half the store, forgetting you’re there to find costumes to actually go out with

she comes out of the dressing room with tears in her eyes from how hard she’s laughing when you put on peppa pig costumes you found

you two almost get kicked out of the store when she knocks over accessories on a shelf and has to rapidly put everything back

picks out the most random accessories that don’t go with the costumes at all

you stay in the store until it closes and you have to rush to check out the costumes you eventually decide on

you both go out drinking and have a good time in the costumes that you eventually get

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌

doesn’t really see the point of matching costumes since he won’t even be able to see what you look like, but caves when he can tell that you really want to

questions little tiny accessories that you have to clip on for him

you mess with him saying the costume is neon pink and his eyes visibly widen for a second before he realizes that you’re messing with him

will find himself smiling the whole night especially when people comment on the costumes

talks you up and gives you all the credit for the costumes if people ask about them

you purposely make his costume pants extra tight (for no apparent reason)

the little whore knows you did it on purpose too and will make you regret it

“accidentally” keeps dropping his glasses and bending down to pick them up

you offer to pick them up for him but he insists that he’s fine doing it himself

causes multiple instances in where he has to walk in front of you for something

he’s such a whore.

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

picks out all the details for the costumes

she says every accessory makes a difference, no matter how small the detail is

the costumes are so tight they might as well just be painted on

makes the costumes identical to each other, with just the color of them being slightly different

walks in like she owns the place with your rightful place next to her

won’t let you leave her side for the whole time when you’re both wearing your costumes

she says you both have to be seen together with the costumes at all times or the magic will disappear

just smiles at you when you tell her you have to go to the bathroom and she motions for you to lead the way

you just sigh knowing you won’t be able to do anything about it and if she follows you into the bathroom she follows you into the bathroom

now you’re stuck with her and every year you’re going to be in the same boat you’re in now

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

you both spend time planning the costumes figuring out what you’re going to be and the design on how they’re going to look

you make a joke of you both going as witches and apparently the idea just stuck so now you’re designing different witch costumes you both can wear

makes the costumes as cliche as possible with the pointy hats and brooms

gives you a pointed look when you hold a broom up to her and she doesn’t grab it at first but then can’t help but let out a laugh as she grabs it

she even makes her costume have red highlights throughout it

will talk in the cliche witches voice

you’ll be getting a drink or washing your hands and she’ll come up behind you with her hands out and fingers bent

“i’ll get you my pretty”

it actually scares you because you’re not expecting it

you whip your body around, about to attack the intruder behind you when you just see wanda there and she starts laughing at your reaction

she draws the line at the cackle you ask her to do

at one point you run around on your brooms, zooming through different people

makes sure to stay home earlier in the night so she can pass out candy to trick or treaters

all photos used were found on pinterest ❤️

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daisybell17 · 3 months

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New Years with Loki hc’s:

He would be so confused on why this was such a big deal to many midgardians…its a new year…so what?

Besides his confusion, he loved new years eve parties, and with you it just makes it 100x better

His first new years eve party was hosted by Tony Stark so of course it did not disappoint

He wore a nice black suit with hints of green silks inside his coat jacket. You on the other hand wore a tight fitting dress, also having hints of green through glitter spread around the dress

Loki could not keep his eye off you

The night was filled with great conversation, food, drinks and celebration of the year that passed by and the year to come

Loki kept hearing about “resolutions” and of course when it came to Midgardian things he did not understand, he would ask you

“Why is everyone asking me my “resolutions”? From Stark to the spider boy to even the arrow guy…what is a resolution darling?”

“Well a new years resolution is something people make as a sort of change in their life, sometimes they’re big, sometimes small. It’s just something people make as the new year comes, since its like a restart of everything”

“That sounds…odd, why do people wait till new years to make a change, just do it now”

“I cant really answer that honey, everyone is different, plus I have my own resolution”

His eyebrows raised at your response “You do? Enlighten me my dear”

“Yea one of my new years resolution is to spend more time reading, hopefully finishing books i have been putting of. I guess mine is small but it is some improvement…you should make something!” You encouraged him as to bring in the new years spirit

“Me? Improvement? Make a resolution? Darling I don’t need one. I’m perfect. duh” He snickered

You laughed at his response “You know there isn’t such thing as perfection, thats what makes life beautiful, its always changing and you find the beauty in it…plus, even perfection such as yourself can always self improve somewhere”

“That defeat the whole purpose of perfect, I don’t need some resolution…i am PERFECT darling!” He kisses your cheek as he finished his stance

“Okay! Whatever you say honey”

The night goes on as normal but of course your words linger Loki’s mind…and he took a minute to do some reflection…i mean he knew he was perfect, but even perfection has room for self-improvement…hmmm..

As the final 10 minutes of the year approached, your tipsy self found Loki and fell onto him

“Woah! Darling you ok?” He says as he holds you up

“YUP JUST TIPSY! …its a-almost n-new years…i need to be sober for our kisssssss”

“Kiss? I can kiss you right now you know”

“nOOOO new years eve kiss! I need water…NOW”

Loki rushes to get you water to get you back to being sober and by the time you gathered yourself and your thoughts, there was about 3 minutes to go

“OKAY IM GOOD! so basically a new years kiss is when we kiss once the clock hits 0! so basically…an i love you kiss, happy new year! Ya get it?”

Loki nods…he would kiss you any day at any time but he knew to wait, this was special to you as he could tell

As everyone gathered and the clock counted down, you and Loki stood together side by side

“10….9…8…7!”

Loki watches as everyone was here, celebrating the past and the future, all in the present moment…

“6…5…4...3!”

As the last 3 seconds ticked by, he took one good look at you. He knew how the past year had been for you…filled with so much good, too much bad in his opinion but amazing moment you both shared…and he couldn’t wait to see what the future brought for you in your own right, but for where you both will be and the memories to be created…he couldn’t wait

“2…1! Happy New Year!” Everyone cheered, screams of happiness filled the room and hugs and love was spread all around

You looked up at Loki and awaited for him to kiss you, which he did once you gave that glance that drove him insane

As the kiss went on, Loki felt nothing but happiness…how lucky is he to be with someone like you? What a lucky god he is….

Pulling away, you hugged Loki and watched as the fireworks went of and your friends greeting one another, you and Loki also greeting back

The excitement slowly died down and many went back to partying and drinking…Loki looked at you “Darling…I have a resolution”

You looked at him happily “You do?! You wanna share or keep it to yourself?”

“No no…you should know…My new years resolution is to make us happier…build us closer to our future…and of course…love you more and more each day…”

Looking at Loki, your eyes welled up in happy tears and you kissed him once more “Oh i’m so lucky to be with you…my love, I love you so much”

“I am just as lucky as you…I love you too…happy new year” He says with a smile as he held you close

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 9 months

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If He Wanted To He Would

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing too bad honestly reader gets stood up for a date but that's it

Genre: it's pretty much all fluff, there's a little angst but nothing much

Summary: your boyfriend is a total asshole and Loki can't stand to see you upset over it. // "If He Wanted To He Would But Thank God That He Didn't" - Johnny Orlando

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You take one final look at yourself in the mirror in your room and give a satisfied nod at your final choice. A black dress paired with red pumps and a matching red clutch. The dress is short and flattering in all the best places. It's simple but for a dinner date with your boyfriend, you think it's the perfect look for tonight. When you leave your room and pass the common space on your way out you barely notice several of your teammates sitting in the living room until one of them whistles at you. Sam, to be exact, and your eyes snap up from your phone where you're checking the address of the restaurant you're meeting at.

"Thank you Sam." You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Where are you going?" Tony asks.

"A date." You say casually.

"A date?" Loki snorts as he crosses from the kitchen to the living room with the others.

"Yes, a date. My boyfriend and I are finally both free at the same time so we're taking advantage of it." You say rolling your eyes at his tone.

"Well you look great!" Thor says.

"Thank you Thor."

"Have a good time y/n." Steve nods.

"That's the plan Stevie."

"Keep us updated if anything happens." Natasha tells you.

"You've got my location Nat, but I'll be fine." You chuckle finally making it to the elevator. Outside of the building you quickly hail a cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant you're going to. Usually, your boyfriend Eric would come to get you from the tower but some of the others like to give him a hard time whenever he's around so to save him the hassle tonight you told him to meet you at the restaurant instead. When you walk into the restaurant the host immediately greets you warmly.

"Hello miss welcome, do you have a reservation with us this evening?" She smiles.

"I do yes, table for two, it should be under Eric." You tell her. She taps on the screen in front of her for a moment before grabbing two menus.

"Of course, right this way miss." She says walking into the dining room. You follow her to your table and take a seat. "Someone will be with you shortly if you'd like to order a drink while you wait for the other member of your party." She says before walking off. You grab the drink menu and look at their collection of wines and cocktails, one glass, while you wait, should do just fine. Eric will likely be here before you've even finished it. When a waiter comes to your table you order a glass of red wine and inform him you're waiting for someone before you order food. You nurse that one glass of wine for much longer than you usually would as if prolonging that glass will make it feel like less time is passing than is actually passing. Eventually, one glass turns to two as the minutes tick by and you don't nurse the second one so much, resigning yourself to the fact that Eric is very late. When a half hour turns to an hour and you're on your third glass of whine you finally call Eric. At this point, you're worried something has happened to him, which is made no better by the fact that he does not answer your phone call. You leave a message, as calmly as you can, telling him you're worried and to call you back because he's extremely late for dinner. Ten minutes after calling, when your third glass of wine is very close to empty you finally receive a text from Eric.

Something came up. Won't be able to make it tonight. Sorry for the late notice.

You try to ignore the sting of tears pricking the back of your eyes as you read his words. You've been stood up, by your boyfriend. Who you haven't had a chance to spend any meaningful time with for months now. And he couldn't even be bothered to tell you before you left the house. He couldn't even be bothered to call you. The next time your waiter walks by you wave him over to your table.

"Yes miss?" He asks.

"The person I was meeting is no longer able to make it so, I'll just take the bill for the wine and be on my way." You explain.

"Of course." He nods. It only takes a few minutes for you to pay for your glasses of wine and leave the restaurant. Part of you wants to walk back to the tower, give you more time to clear your head, but three glasses of wine and five inch stilettos do not make for great walking conditions so you flag down a taxi to take you back home where you will hide in a secluded part of the tower until it's late enough for you to be seen by the others without having to admit that your boyfriend is actually a good for nothing jerk because that is not a conversation you want to have tonight. When you get to the tower you bypass the main floor assuming everyone is still hanging out there, after all it hasn't even been two hours since you left, and go up a couple more floors to where there's a balcony no one really uses. You lean against the railing and look at the bustling city below, from this high up it's much quieter but the movement never stops and no amount of height will change that.

"You're home early." A voice says behind you and you jump slightly. You turn around to find Loki leaning against the doorframe.

"You're not with everyone else." You say since we're stating the obvious it seems.

"I saw the elevator."

"What?"

"It went all the way down, and then came up here and I had a feeling I'd find you here." He says.

"Okay."

"Why are you sulking up here? Was dinner with the boyfriend that boring?" He asks walking over to lean on the railing next to you.

"I don't want to talk about this right now Loki." You mutter looking away from him.

"Oh come on, there has to be a reason you're home in under two hours, date night used to mean we wouldn't expect you home til morning." Loki nudges you slightly.

"Yeah well, that requires him to actually show up." You mumble quietly.

"What?"

"He didn't come Loki. I sat in that restaurant and waited for an hour drinking wine by myself and then after 75 minutes, he sent me a text. Something came up, he's not gonna make it, he's sorry for the late notice. Late notice he says, over an hour into our date. My boyfriend stood me up, that's why I'm home early." You sigh.

"He stood you up?! What a dick." He frowns and you scoff at his assessment. "I know he's your boyfriend but like- it's an asshole thing to do."

"I noticed thanks." You say bitterly. There's a moment of silence where Loki tries to figure out what to say.

"Right, let's go." He eventually says.

"What?" You frown.

"Let's go. You got all dressed up and you look gorgeous. You deserve to have a nice night out so if your boyfriend is too stupid to do it, I will."

"You don't have to." You shake your head.

"I know. Come on."

"Wait where are we going?" You ask.

"You'll see."

"Well, wherever you take me, make sure there's food involved because I've had 3 glasses of wine and my last meal was way too many hours ago."

"Right. Food." He laughed. "I've actually never seen you drunk I realize."

"Yeah well, the mutant thing means alcohol affects me differently plus I'm usually very particular about my consumption, I always have the correct ratio of food to drink but apparently being stood up is enough to throw off my carefulness."

"Grab my hand." Loki says. You frown at him suspiciously but he just looks at you with a smile that reminds you of the Cheshire Cat and waits for you to place your hand in his. When you eventually do the world disappears around you for a moment but before you can even react to the feeling of nothingness beneath your feet, you're heels connect with concrete again and Loki's grip tightens around yours to keep you from stumbling. You look around and immediately recognize the lights and sounds.

"An arcade?! You brought me to an arcade?" You blink at him in shock.

"Do you hate it? We can go somewhere else if-"

"No! It's... it's good. I didn't think you liked arcades." You say.

"What did I say before we left?" He asks you and you immediately know what he's asking about.

"I deserve to have a nice night out."

"Precisely and since you like this sort of thing it felt like the perfect choice."

"I just don't want you to force yourself to be here if you hate-"

"I don't hate it. Besides it's not about me. This night is about making sure you enjoy yourself in spite of your insufferable loser of a boyfriend, which, by the way, if you don't leave him I will find him myself and make him sorry he ever even thought to hurt you." Loki says.

"I don't want to think about that right now Loki." You shake your head ignoring the way his words send delightful shivers down your back. Perhaps the idea of him hurting your boyfriend shouldn't excite you, but there's something vindicating about having someone willing to fight for you when your boyfriend has become so discarding over time.

"Right, food first, these places sell pizza and chicken wings and such right? What would you like?" Loki asks scanning the arcade to figure out where food can be ordered. When he finds the restaurant side, he places a hand on the small of your back to guide you over to it. It's an unconscious gesture that he doesn't even think about when he does it, but heat crawls up your spine at the contact and you have to try not to react.

"Pizza's fine." You say when Loki looks at you once you're at the counter to order. He nods and turns to the person behind the counter.

"Three slices of pizza, and 100 game tokens." He says.

"We use game passes here and you do that yourself. Over there." The guy says pointing at a corner where three self service kiosks stand against the wall.

"Then just the pizza." Loki says.

"There's only two of us Loki, you ordered three slices." You point out.

"Yes because you've had three glasses of wine in two hours and haven't eaten since I'd guess 1 o'clock. We're trying to offset that, remember? So you'll have two slices." He explains taking the plates from the guy at the counter. He hands you one and holds the other two. "Come, let's get a game pass. Whatever that means." Loki nods his head towards the kiosks. You have to help him figure out how to actually purchase the game pass but soon you're walking around the arcade playing various games. Loki mostly follows you and watches but sometimes you manage to convince him to play a game with you too. A couple of hours of laughing and gaming later, you find one of those little photo booths nestled in a corner and you don't even let Loki protest before you're dragging him into it.

"Have you been in one of these before?" You ask him as you feed a bill into the slot of the machine.

"Of course not. Why would I ever come into a cramped box by choice?"

"You take photos in it dummy, and then it prints them out on a little film strip." You explain with a laugh.

"I don't understand the point of this."

"It's just for fun." You shrug pressing start on the machine. "Okay, there will be a count down and then it'll take a picture of us. It'll do that five times."

"Simple enough." He nods. In the first photo you simply lean your head on his shoulder with your arm wrapped around his and you smile, not noticing the way he glances at you from the choice. For the second photo, you insist he makes a silly face with you and despite rolling his eyes he puffs out his cheeks at the last second while you stick your tongue out. The third photo you forget to pose for, laughing so hard at Loki's puffed up cheeks that the camera simply snaps you like that. For the fourth photo, you hold Loki's face in your hands and give him a ridiculously stern look while he stares at you with utter confusion in his eyes. For the last photo you give Loki a kiss on the cheek before you can think better of it.

"Thank you, for this. Eric probably won't even bother to make tonight up to me so, I appreciate you doing this to cheer me up. It's the best night I've had in a while." You say to him quietly. Loki blinks at you for a moment while contemplating his response.

"If- if he wanted to be a better boyfriend, he would be a better boyfriend. You deserve, so much better than that... that boneheaded fool." Loki says, slowly, softly, like he can tell he's toeing a line that he shouldn't be. You stare at Loki for too long, the booth feels too small, you take a shaky breath and chuckle, flinging open the curtain that hides you both from the rest of the arcade.

"Who knew you could be such a softie." You joke stepping out of the photo booth. You can't stay in here with him. Loki frowns as he slides out of the booth after you.

"Y/n, I'm serious. You deserve better."

"I know, Loki. Trust me, I know. I'm going to break up with him. I just wasn't going to do it over text." You shrug.

"I think you should."

"What?"

"Do it over text. Why not? He couldn't be bothered to do more than text you after leaving you waiting in a restaurant for over an hour. He should be lucky you'll give him even that much. A text- that is all he deserves if that. I'd give him less if it were possible." Loki says. You sigh and turn to collect your photos from the booth.

"Here. These are yours." You hand him his photo strip.

"What do I do with these?"

"Whatever you'd like. Some people hang them up, some people keep them in their wallets, others have a memory box, you can trash them if you like, I- I don't know. They just- they print out two so, you get one."

"I'm not going to trash them. You look happy. In these pictures. You look... just, happy." Loki says examining the small photos in his hand. He'll hold onto them.

"I am happy. Thanks to you, thanks to this, tonight. I am happy." You say.

"I'm glad I could show you a good time." He nods. You won't say you and Loki haven't been close, because that's not entirely true. You've always had a friendly relationship, mostly filled with benevolent quips and taunts more than anything else, you may not spend a lot of time hanging out but you've always considered him a friend. Tonight you think, maybe, he's even more than that. You're not entirely sure what to do about that thought, but you don't immediately shove it away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... if Loki were more than your friend.

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #loki #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki x reader

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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I need you tonight

Avenger! Loki x Female reader

18+ | contains alcohol, swearing, smut, a lot of orgasms 😉

“I’ve got to give it to you Stark, you sure know how to throw a party.” You congratulated, eyes running over the decadent hall littered with New York’s most elite. Usually whenever Tony was hosting a party, he’d hire a mansion; however, considering this party had fewer guests and renovations in the tower had just been completed, he opted for a home party. As soon as you got the invite, you jumped at the chance of seeing the team again, most importantly the dark haired prince. Considering you were a SHIELD agent, you rarely interacted with the team as a whole however you did know them all well individually, especially Tony hence why you were the only person from your department in attendance.

“You know me, I love parties.” He smiled in agreement, looking around the room too.

“Ooo, looking good.” Natasha chimed in, joining the conversation.

“Thanks Nat” you grinned “not so bad yourself.” You winked before a few others wandered towards the three of you.

“Woah” Bucky began, pausing as he took you in “you’ve—changed.” He finished, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Thanks?” You snorted in reply.

“In a good way” he rushed out “a really really good way.”

“Evening y/n.” Steve smiled.

“Hey Cap.” You saluted, hand falling when your gaze met someone else’s.

“Well, aren’t you just divine.” Loki smiled coyly, dipping his head slightly before lifting your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Hello Loki.” You answered, trying to hide the deep desire you felt for him at this moment. Your eyes mapped one another as the sounds of the people around you faded out until the only thing you heard was your increasing heartbeat. You felt a slight pang of smugness when his eyes lingered on your chest for a moment, this dress was perfect. You had decided on a little black dress, nothing too extravagant just a cocktail strap, cowl neck, small leg slit dress which by looking at Loki’s expensive black suit was an ideal fit. You were both matching as if you had planned this prior. When the previously drowned out sounds came into focus again, you realised how long you had been staring at Loki and wondered if you looked as desperate as you felt. You waited for a few more moments, wondering if he was going to make a move so when he didn’t, you acted. “Well, come on soldiers, let’s dance.” You announced, linking arms with Steve and Bucky, catching a glimpse of Loki from the corner of your eye with his jaw clenched.

You, Bucky and Steve ventured over to the bar before you began dancing. It was fun, the three of you together like that. Close. It was nice. The guys who had spent half the night ogling you looked away instantly when they saw you with the super soldiers. They were protective in nature without even knowing it. When the music slowed slightly, Steve got more drinks whilst you danced with Bucky. His hands found your waist as you swayed feeling someone staring daggers at you both. When you had eventually turned 180 degrees, you realised it was Loki who was watching you both with an unreadable expression. Your lips curled up into a small smirk.

“You’re totally screwing her right.” Natasha spoke making Loki visibly flinch, he was too engrossed in you to take in the rest of his surroundings.

“Screwing” Loki scoffed, barely taking his eyes off of you “I would have preferred the term copulating or even fucking and for your information we are not doing any of those things.” He assured.

“Wow, really?” Natasha almost gasped.

“Well” Loki began, a smile playing on his lips in reminiscence “there was this one time we—well—let’s just say there was a lot of kissing as well as some heavy petting but nothing else.”

“So you’re not screwing her but want to screw her?” Natasha figured.

“Why are you being so crude all of a sudden?” Loki questioned defensively.

“Noted.” Natasha smirked before walking away, Loki calling after her before falling silent as she made her way towards you.

“Scoot boys.” Natasha instructed once she made it to you.

“Hey sexy.” You grinned at her as she replaced your dance.

“Loki was checking you out.” She spoke in your ear as you both moved closer together. There were few people you confided in, especially when it related to matters of the heart but Natasha always worked things out before you told her so you always did, tell her, there was no point keeping secrets.

“Wait, what, really?” You replied, eyes widening.

“Are you blind girl? He definitely wants to fuck you.” She cheered.

“Nat! Don’t be so crude” you whisper shouted, your back to him “does he?”

“Yes.” She giggled.

“What do I do, just go up to him and say hey, wanna share my bed tonight?” You mocked “It’s not that funny.” You added, noticing Natasha’s giggle progressing onto a chuckle as she looked just past you.

“It’d be my pleasure.” Loki practically purred from behind you as you froze, eyes rounding. You were rooted in your place, embarrassed over the fact that he had heard you that you hadn’t even realised Loki had replaced Natasha in front of you.

“You weren't supposed to hear that.” You laughed nervously, completely aghast.

“Wasn’t I?” He answered with a smirk causing one to eventually replace your aghast expression as you eyed each other again. “My lips have missed yours” he simpered “my hands ache to to touch your body” he continued, placing his hands on your hips sending shivers down your spine “my body yearns for your own” he whispered, lowering his head to speak into your ear “I want you whimpering and writhing beneath me so you never have to imagine how it feels to be fucked by a god ever again.” He finished, kissing that perfect spot just underneath your ear leaving you practically melting against him, a wetness pooling between your legs.

“Let’s go.” You murmured, needing relief.

“Not yet Angel, I want you desperate for me” he snickered, quickly sparing a glance around before trailing his hand up your thigh until it was underneath your dress “wet for me.” He insisted, cupping your pussy for a moment, a moment of pure ecstasy. You whined when his hand left you, wondering whether you should tell Loki that if he just slipped his fingers past your panties he’d be able to tell you were exceedingly ready for him but there was just something daunting about telling an Asgardian prince to touch you there again in front of a room full of people. Instead, you decided to press your body against his as you danced.

You spent a while dancing together, barely breaking apart. Whenever you were facing each other, your gazes were intense, a plethora of unspoken dirty thoughts being exchanged telepathically. When you’d spin around, you’d already miss him despite feeling his hands running up your sides. Occasionally a few guests broke you apart, wanting to speak with Loki who confidently greeted them as if he wasn’t sporting a semi after being pressed to you all night. Once they left, you took your rightful position against him; obviously he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“I can’t take it anymore Loki, you’re killing me.” You mithered. “Come on, I know you want me just as bad.” You smiled mischievously, spinning around, grinding your ass against his now obvious boner. His hands rested against your hips, grip tightening as a groan escaped him. “Whisk me away to your room Loki.” You finished knowing your fate was sealed.

Time moved seemingly quicker as you and Loki made your escape with rushed goodbyes. Once you reached the elevator, your hands barely left one another as you kissed passionately, your back against one of the metallic walls. Loki lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, breaking the kiss when the elevator doors opened. Your breaths were labored as Loki carried you to his room.

“Go on then sweetie, open it.” He prompted when you reached the door. You pushed it open, Loki entering before placing you down, lips finding yours again. The door slammed closed as you hit it with your back, Loki pinning you against it. His tongue pushed past yours, claiming your mouth as his hand cupped your breast. When you needed to break for air, Loki’s lips traveled across your neck, nipping and sucking before he kissed his way down the valley of your breasts. He unclothed one, bringing the hardened nipple to his mouth before circling it with his tongue leaving your back arching off of the door. You barely had time to steady yourself before Loki was moving lower, kneeling on the ground. His hands were underneath your dress, tugging your panties down before he tapped the back of your left leg, prompting you to step out of them. You did, balancing with a hand on Loki’s shoulder. Once they were discarded, Loki littered kisses over your thighs, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder revealing your slick folds to him. He looked up at you, eyes dreamily looking into yours in a thankful expression as if you were the god with a loyal votery kneeling before you. Loki, this new found disciple waited for your small nod before his head disappeared underneath your dress as he flattened his tongue against your cunt. You moaned as he licked a firm stripe from your entrance to your clit, leaving no time before he did it again. His tongue explored your centre promptly leaving no place untouched. You heard him groaning against you, felt him groaning against you as his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked, slowly, gently as you tried to keep yourself standing. He moved his head side to side, flicking your clit with his tongue as your panting turned to moans.

“Loki I’m so closee, fuck, don’t stopp.” You urged, grinding your hips against his face. He didn’t stop, sucking your cunt ardently until you came, coating his face in your arousal as he slowed his pace to light licks, prolonging your orgasm until you were too overstimulated for him to continue. You pushed his shoulder, Loki understanding that you wanted him to stop. He moved from underneath your dress, licking his lips before standing up again, kissing you. His firm cock, stiff against his trousers, prodded you as you deepened the kiss, tasting yourself on him before pulling apart. “I need you to fuck me.” You spoke, less of a request, more of an order. Loki, loyal devotee, reached behind you, unzipping your dress. You took this as an opportunity to rid him of his clothes too, starting with his trousers.

You made your way onto his bed once you were both bare. You felt his cock sliding through your slick folds, your walls eager to accommodate him. His tip was nudging at your entrance, begging to fill you but Loki was too preoccupied with kissing you. He loved kissing you. Deciding to take initiative, you reached between you, wrapping your hand around his length before guiding him inside, both of you moaning as he entered.

“Fuckk.” He hissed as he bottomed out. It took mere moments for you to get used to his size before you were begging him to move. Slowly at first, he moved, pulling out completely before slipping inside again. The sound of him fucking you was salacious, wet. It reverberated around the room, the sound of your combined pleasure. Eventually you rolled over, positioning yourself on top of Loki as he guided your movements with his hands on your hips. You barely broke eye contact, Loki occasionally glancing down as he watched himself disappear inside of you. “Do that thing you like, when you rut against me.” He gritted out. You remembered the time you and Loki were making out, you were both fully clothed as you straddled him, rutting against his stiffening cock. Your movements changed from a bounce to a grind as your eyes closed tightly in rapture, your clit moving against his pelvis. “You’re so wet baby” Loki cooed, using his thumb to draw circles over your clit “perfect pussy, you feel perfect” he praised, tapping it “I want to kiss her” he spoke, holding his thumb against the bundle of nerves as you moaned, looking down at him “want me to kiss her, hmm? Want me to suck your pussy again?”

“Fuckk, Loki I’m gonna cum.” You warned between moans as his words penetrated your ears.

“It’s okay baby, you can cum, cum for me, cum for your god.” He prompted, his words sending you reeling as your walls clamped down around him, body stiffening as you came.

“Oh god.” You mewled.

“Not a god, your god.” He nodded, another wave of pleasure consuming you as he held you down against him before fucking up into you.

“Ughhh my god my—g—oh fuckkk.” You cried, another orgasm hitting you as Loki continued pounding you, your overstimulated walls thrumming around him. The room was engulfed by your shrill moans as Loki sought his own climax. “Ohhh fuckkk Lokii.”

“Give me another one, I know you can Angel, cum for me again.”

There were tears welling in your eyes as Loki rubbed fast circles over your clit.

“Come on, I can feel it, you’re close.” He grinned.

“Lokii—I—fuckk.” You screamed.

“That’s it, just like that, let go my goddess.” He encouraged, reaching his peak too as you both came. Exhausted, you collapsed against him as you rode out your highs, Loki’s arms wrapping around your back before he started stroking it. You both fell asleep like that, completely naked, Loki softening inside of you.

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last-herondale · 1 year

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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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queen-of-the-avengers · 3 months

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In My Head

Pairing: Thor x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: angst, fake dating but real feelings

Summary: In order for Thor to be King, he must be in a relationship with someone. He saw you. He chose you. You want him. He doesn't want you.

Squares Filled: fake dating (2023) for @thorbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

“What looks better? Pearls or Diamonds?” you ask and hold up two pairs of earrings.

“Diamonds. It matches the sparkles on your dress.”

“Thanks.”

Arendella watches you slip on the subtle sparkly dress for tonight’s dinner with the royal family. You slip on the earrings and fix your hair to give it more volume. Thor better melt when he sees you because you look hot.

“Do you think going to this dinner is a good idea?”

“I have to go. It’s for his parents. They’re getting on his ass about being in a steady relationship before he gets to be crowned King.”

“You’re okay with this arrangement still?”

Your mistake is hesitating before answering her. She raises one eyebrow and you turn away from her so you don’t see the judgement in her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Have you told him how you felt about him?”

“It doesn’t matter, Del,” you sigh. “It’s all fake anyway.”

Arendella gets up and walks in front of you. She pushes some of your hair back behind your shoulders and makes you look better.

“Trust me, it does matter.”

“Not when it comes to him. He’s only doing this for one reason and one reason only: his parents. He wants to be King. That’s it.”

“One of these days this whole thing will blow up in your face.”

“It won’t be tonight.” Your doorbell rings and you look out the window to see the car Thor’s parents sent for you. “That’s the car. I gotta go.”

“Have fun. Tell me everything tomorrow.”

Arendella is right. You wish you could tell Thor just how much he means to you. In the beginning, this was purely a business relationship. Date Thor to get his parents off his back while he continues to do what he does best. His mother told him that in order to be King, he must be in a relationship with someone who is wife material. He saw you walking by the castle and decided you were going to play the part.

It was nice to be treated like royalty with riches beyond compare, eating out in fancy restaurants, wearing nice clothes, and meeting all sorts of people from different Worlds across the Nine Realms. It was a good thing because you got to play the doting girlfriend every so often when his parents were back on Asgard.

However, the time more you two spent together, the more you saw Thor for the man he is. You allowed yourself to fall for him even though you promised yourself you weren't going to do that. You’ve been playing the part for so long that you want to be in the role permanently. Maybe Arendella has a point. Maybe tonight is the night you come clean to Thor about your feelings for him.

His parents are hosting an important dinner with the other royal families of the Nine Realms excluding Midgard (Earth). There are so many rulers on Earth that it would be a hassle to get them all. Thor thinks that he is going to be announced as King tonight which is why you’re going.

You meet Thor outside with a smile. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your back in comfort. You’re not used to this kind of behavior from him since he’s usually at a distance from you. You hear the camera clicks from onlookers nearby and you understand why he’s being so affectionate toward you.

He opens the car door for you and allows you to go inside first, and he quickly follows. As soon as the doors are closed, he’s back to being cold Thor. He only cares about one thing and that’s to be King. He’ll do anything for it… and you though Loki was bad.

“Is your whole family going to be there?” you ask.

“Yes.”

He takes out his phone and smiles as he texts someone. Earth has had such a huge impact on Asgard. Since returning from it, Thor has brough over cell phones, WiFi, cars, and other modern things.

“Is what I’m wearing okay?”

“You look fine,” he says without looking at you.

The hint he’s giving you is received. You decide to look out the window because you’re afraid if you stare at him, you’ll start to cry. The car gets to the castle, and you and thor walk hand-in-hand through the big golden gates. Frigga and Odin wait in the foyer eagerly for their son’s return.

“Lady Y/N! It’s so good to see you again,” Frigga smiles and brings you into a hug.

Odin stands next to her as stoic as ever and Loki is only there because he has to be.

“Frigga. It’s good to see you, too,” you smile.

“Come, the others are waiting.”

Thor, Odin, and Frigga walk off together, leaving you and Loki behind. Loki knows something is up between you and his brother but he’s not entirely sure. Though, when he sees him not even pay attention to you, he’s closer to his theory.

“My brother is an idiot if he doesn’t realize who he has on his arm.”

“Thanks?”

“Just saying. You’re worth more than that oaf.”

The dining room is filled with royal people and their bodyguards. The dinner starts off without a hitch, and you find yourself actually enjoying the presence of everyone. You look over at Thor to see him with a huge smile on his face as he tells his stories from battle. Sif is next to him with a big smile on her face as she adds in her own feats.

Thor is in a good mood. You decide that you’ll tell himhow you feel when the dinner is over with. Toward the end, Odin stands up and grabs everyone attention.

“As you all may know by now, I am nearing the end of my reign as King of Asgard. In my place shall be my first born, Thor. I have no doubt that he will make an excellent King. Please treat him as such.” Odin turns to Thor who smiles at him. “My dear boy, there will be many things you will need to do once you become King, but that may not start until you have become successful in your relationship.”

“We want you two to get married here tomorrow,” Frigga interrupts happily.

“What?” you say and look at Thor.

“You need a Queen to rule by your side,” Frigga says. “What better way than to have the wedding here with everyone in attendance?”

You have to keep up the facade while you’re in a room full of royals, so you place your hand on Thor’s muscular shoulder.

“We would be honored.”

“A toast, then.” Odin raises his glass and everyone follows suit. “To Thor and Y/N.”

“To Thor and Y/N!” everyone repeats.

You’re too busy thinking about the thought of marrying Thor to enjoy the rest of the dinner. Arendella would have a field day if she knew this is happening. At the end of dinner, Thor is trying to escort you out of the castle so he can talk to his parent privately but Frigga interrupts his plans.

“You must sleep over here tonight. You and Thor can have the big bedroom.”

“No, Mother, she needs to go home.”

“Nonesense! Please? It’ll be better for all of us if she stays here tonight.”

Thor and Frigga look at you with two very different looks. Thor looks like he doesn't want you here but Frigga lokos hopeful. You smile tightly and nod in agreement.

“One night won’t kill us.”

“I’m glad. Follow me.”

Thor hangs back slightly so he can talk to you as you follow his mother to the room you’ll be staying in.

“I thought you wanted to go home.”

“It’s one night, Thor. Plus, you need to talk to them. They think we’re getting married. I think we should talk.”

“Please, if you need something, don’t be a stranger. Odin and I are right down the hall and Loki is across the way.”

“Thank you, Mother, but I think we’ll be fine. I’ll see you and Father in the morning.” Thor kisses his mom on the head and she leaves you two alone. When the door closes, Thor becomes a different person again. He grabs one of the pillows and a blanket from the bed. “You can have the bed.”

“Where are you going to sleep?”

“The couch.”

“Thor, I think you’re being a bit dramatic. It’s just a bed, and we’re only going to be sleeping. Is being next to me so bad?”

Thor takes a moment too long to think about this.

“I guess not.”

Thor takes the right side of the bed while you take the left, and you get into bed next to him. It’s a nice California King bed with a lot of space, and he’s taking advantage of the fact that he doesn’t have to be near you.

“Thor, can we talk, please?” you whisper.

“Y/N, please go to bed. It’s late.”

The silence between you two is deafening. This should be your answer. He doesn’t want to talk to you. He doesn’t want to be with you. Maybe you’re doing yourself a favor by not saying anything. Or maybe he’ll realize what an amazing woman you are once you two are married. Regardless, you stare at his back until you fall asleep.

When you wake up, Thor isn’t besides you in bed. You sigh and grab your phone to see what time it is.

Tell Thor how you feel or else you’ll regret it.

You ignore the message from Arendella and fet up for the day. You get dressed in the clothes Frigga had laid out for you and walk aimlessly around the castle. She is inside the kitchen with a chef who is cooking her breakfast.

“Ah, Y/N, good morning.”

“Good morning. Where is Thor?”

“He’s out with Odin. They should be back soon. Are you excited?”

“For what?”

“Your wedding day, of course! I have a bunch of things planned for us to do. First, I want you to have breakfast and rest.”

“You’re too kind to me,” you smile and sit at the table.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter,” she winks at you.

Her knowing the secret between you two is going to break her heart. She has been nothing but kind to you since you first started dating Thor, and you don’t know if you have the heart to tell her the truth.

Thor and Odin return within the hour but neither of them look happy. Odin goes straight to Frigga without so much as a look at you so he can talk to her privately.

“Thor, I really need to talk to you.” Thor gestures for you to follow him so you do, but you frown when he keeps walking instead of stopping to face you. “Listen, I don’t even know how to say this, but--”

“This isn’t working out,” he cuts you off.

“What?”

“I came clean to my father about us. He knows the relationship is fake.”

“Why would you do that? Don’t you want to be King?”

“I found someone else,” your heart cracks with every word he says, “someone who I love. Thank you for what you did but you’re no longer needed.”

And now your heart is on the floor in pieces.

“You’re done with me? Just like that?”

“I’m sorry for how this is ending.”

Thor doesn’t see any use in stickin around so he retreats to a different part of the castle. You’re standing in the middle of the hallway almost in tears because the man you love has tossed you on your ass. He decided you aren’t worth anything anymore, that he’s done using you, and is now not interested.

Things started off as fake but your feelings for him are very real. Would it make a difference if he knew you how in love with him? Doesn’t matter now. You’re sure that he maybe started to feel something for you, or maybe was all in your head. Either way, you’re all alone now.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Hello!

Can I request with RoR gods?

Where darling/reader who's a fan of some movies/games/anime/manga/books and simps for one of the characters in it. And the character they like have a similar characteristics (name, looks, traits or personality) as the (God)…

What would be the reactions of the Gods and what'll they do?

(Ex. Loki- hearing his darling says his name, and he teleport to where his darling is, when his there, he saw his darling's simping at the character, who's named also Loki at the movie, Marvel, as she watches the show Loki getting annoyed or jealous when darling simping for a character that similar like him;

Hermes's darling simping on Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler, and Hermes's internally annoyed by it, so he watches/ reads & try imitating it to impress his darling)

w/: Loki, Thor, Hermes, Apollo, Poseidon, Hades, Hercules, Beezelbub

I hope you like this! I wasn’t able to think of any characters for Hercules, Beelzebub and Hades, so I did not write them. I do apologize.

-Loki- Hated this other ‘Loki’, an actor portraying him in this movie, The Avengers, who was suave and elegant looking, mainly because you had hearts for eyes as you watched the scene where he’s in his black and green suit. He teeth ground together as you whispered his name wistfully, immediately pouting, “Why don’t you ever say my name like that? What’s so special about this guy?” you turned to him with a bright grin, “He’s so elegant! And he looks so good in a suit!” Loki glared, draping himself across your lap like a cat, “I wore a suit, and you didn’t give me eyes like that!!” you couldn’t help but giggle, seeing that he was jealous, “Aww are you jealous of an actor?” his deep pout gave you your answer as he cuddled into your lap.

-Thor- Scowled lightly as you watched the actor in The Avengers who was playing the character by the same name, a grin on your face, in awe over his accent and personality. Thor looked down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist, hugging you a bit closer, “I don’t talk like that.” You grinned up at him, “Of course you don’t, this is the actor’s version of you.” He kept taking jabs, getting angrier that you kept defending the actor, “I don’t look like that. My hammer is bigger. Why is he so happy looking?” you quickly realized he was jealous that you were making eyes at another ‘version’ of him, making you tease him that he was jealous. The rest of the movie was forgotten as he pinned you down to prove he was better.

-Hermes- Pouted as you gushed over a character in your anime, Black Butler, Sebastian, who reminded you a lot of Hermes, wearing a suit, looking elegant but also intimidating at the same time. Hermes poked your cheek as he leaned down over the back of the couch, “You know I’m right here right? You have me you could be gushing over?” you looked up at him, realization quickly filling your eyes as you teased him, “Are you jealous over an anime character?” his cheeks turned red and you giggled before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, pressing a kiss to his temple, “I just like him because he reminds me of you, but only I get to kiss you.”

-Apollo- His eyelid twitched, watching Ouran High School Host Club, watching Tamaki twirl around obnoxiously, cherry blossoms flowing around him as he shamelessly flirted with girls. Apollo scowled, “You like this guy?” you nodded, watching with sparkling eyes, “I do! He’s funny but also elegant and so pretty! He’s a lot like you!” Apollo instantly pouted, glaring harshly, offended that you thought he, the beautiful Apollo was like this anime character!! You pointed out all of the similarities, personality, actions, even over the top about looks, each one Apollo could only gawk, realizing that it was true, as he collapsed, gloom surrounding him, looking similar to Tamaki on the TV who was also collapsed.

-Poseidon- Scowled deeply, watching you practically drooling over Jason Momoa as Aquaman, watching him exiting the water without a shirt, “You know, a real sea god is right behind you.” You glanced back, smiling warmly as you greeted your love before you turned back, “I know that, but Jason is so hunky with that bod and that long hair!” Poseidon immediately grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him before he kissed you deeply, making your eyes go hazy. He crawled on top of you on the couch, getting your attention from the movie. Once he pulled apart, he liked the look on your face, seeing you dazed. He then turned bright red as you grinned up at him, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous!”

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror thor #ror hermes #ror apollo #ror poseidon

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

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thesleepysystem · 2 months

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system introduction !

hi, we are the sleepy system ! we are a traumagenic did system and are recently discovered

ive (travis) been questioning on and off for about three years, i think ? im making this acc to interact w/ other systems and document my experiences, as well as get better at communicating w/ my alters.

travis / samuel - https://www.tumblr.com/thesleepysystem/742866365813276672/host-introduction?source=share

sarah - no intro, caretaker, 23, she/her

jack - no intro, persecutor, he/him

red - no intro, avenger

loki - no intro, fictive, all pronouns

choso - no intro, fictive, he/she

rot - no intro, unknown role, he/him

info abt us !!

we have autism, adhd, multiple mental illnesses, and are physically disabled.

we're artists !! we'll start posting art eventually lol

im (travis) not very good at talking so please dont dm / pm us unless its important ;_;

we support para's but are anti-contact for harmful para's and encourage ppl w/ harmful para's to seek therapy, we dont want MAPs to interact with us due to trauma, we also do not care abt radqueers and are completely neutral on them, we follow both radqueers and anti's and also allow both groups to follow us. DO NOT INVOLVE US WITH PARA OR RADQUEER DISCOUSRE THAT INVOLVES MAPS, GROOMING, SA / CSA / COCSA, ED, SH, OR ABUSE, IF WE WANT TO INTERACT WITH THAT DISCOUSRE WE WILL DO SO ON OUR OWN TERMS.

we post abt syscourse and queer discourse, if that makes you uncmfortable then i dont recommend following

our blog is VERY reblog heavy !!

i'll add more if i think of anything :)

DNI: right wingers, bigots, anti-endos / sysmeds, transmeds, anti-shippers, anyone who interacts w/ cringe culture, ppl who think transandrophobia does not exist / is transmisogynistic, MAPs, i'll add more if i think of anything.

#actually did #did #did alter #did osdd #did system #did host #actually plural #dissociative identity disorder #plural #plural system #plurality #plural community #sysblr #system intro #alter intro #system #dissociative system #traumagenic system

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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Signed, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: negative attitudes, arranged marriages, slight angst.

Part 1 of 3

Part 2, Sealed

Part 3, Delivered

“Rebecca, stop,” you whined, glaring at your oldest sister as she put your hair in pigtails. You shifted, but she hit your back lightly with her brush, “oww! Stop it, you meanie head!”

“Stop being a baby,” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “I’m trying to make you presentable!”

“We all have to look our best!” your second eldest sister chimed in as she helped your third oldest sister, “mommy and daddy are inviting over all the families and we get to find out who we are marrying today!”

You rolled your eyes and looked at Bethany, “is Winnie ripping your hair out too?”

Bethany shrugged as she sucked on her lollipop, “sissy gave me a sucker!”

You frowned and tried to look at your eldest sister once more, but she tugged on your pigtails yet again, “HEY! I’ll tell mom!”

“Be quiet, (Y/N),” Rebecca muttered, “Winnie I told you that they didn’t get the suckers til they were done!”

Winnie giggled and your eyes widened, “wait…you have one for me?”

“Not if you don’t hush up and sit still,” your eleven year old sister grumbled, “so do what you’re told.”

“Yeah…yeah…whatever, Becca.”

“Oh god, they all look so grown up!” Mrs. Odinson cooed as she looked over each of the four Barnes girls. She put her hand over her heart as she watched Rebecca curtsey to her, “oh…and so well-mannered.”

“Come on now, girls…be gracious hosts,” your mother urged as she invited the rest of the families in. Mrs. Odinson was followed by her husband and their three children, Hela, Thor, and Loki, by Mr. Barton and his son Clint, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson and their two children, Sarah and Sam, and finally by Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, and their son, Steve. You groaned when they funneled through the door, the boy just a year younger than your own brother, but just as small as you, even though he was eleven and you were seven. You were snapped from your thoughts when your mother snapped in your face, “(Y/N)!”

“Sorry mum,” you all but whispered, throwing your attention to each of the families. You held the edge of your skirt and copied your sisters, curtsying in front of them, before greeting each family, “Good to see everyone…thank you for coming!”

“George home?” Mr. Rogers asked, looking to your mom.

“Out back, Joseph,” she smiled softly, “I believe he said he had some things to discuss in the guest house with each of the men…”

“The contracts…” Winnie giggled, looking at Clint flirtatiously.

You found your eyes rolling as your second eldest sister, and nine year old watched the thirteen year old who happened to be eyeing her up and down.

The two idiots had been in love with each other since the day that they’d met, and each time they saw one another you were reminded of a play your father always read to you-Romeo and Juliet…but…well, without all the death.

They had stars in their eyes when they looked at one another, and saw each other as their worlds.

The men excused themselves and took the boys with them, while Hela and Sarah followed after their mothers, with yours leading them out to the tea room.

“How funny would it be if Winnie and Clint didn’t get married?” Bethany, your eight year old sister asked.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Winnie all but whimpered. She clutched her hands over her heart and her eyes went comically wide, “I-I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t marry Clint.”

“Don’t worry…if I get him and you get Sam, I’ll trade you!” Bethany giggled.

“It doesn’t work like that,” Becca frowned, “Daddy will choose who we marry. We are each promised to one of the families…that’s how it’s going to work. You don’t get to trade them around like you two trade around headbands.”

Both Winnie and Bethany frowned.

“Well, who do you want to get married to, (Y/N?)”

You shrugged, “I don’t care much…so long as it’s not Steve Rogers…he’s the worst. Winnie is in love with Clint…and Sam and Bethany like each other…so I guess I’d be okay with Thor…he’s like two of me…he’s way too old…right? But I-I don’t know…maybe daddy will feel bad and let me marry Loki…he’s tricky. I like him.”

Becca crossed her arms over her chest, “What’s wrong with Steve? He-he’s a sweet boy!”

You rolled your eyes and started towards the stairs, not wanting to deal with the families or with what was going on, “Steve Rogers is gross, and he’s got cooties.”

“You’re so immature, (Y/N)!”

“And you’re so in love with him,” you groaned, giving your sister another look, “if you want to marry him so bad, tell daddy…”

“But the Rogers family is nearly as strong as ours,” she said quickly, trying to think of something, anything to keep you invested!”

“Steve Rogers isn’t a win in anyone’s book,” you sneered, “he’s a German Shepard in a Chihuahua body…any woman that gets stuck with him will be a penniless widow before the wedding day…you’ll be back at home with mommy and daddy before you reach your contract date.”

“Well that’s dark…” Bethany frowned.

“You’re so not romantic…” Winnie added in.

“GIRLS!” your mother called loudly. You rolled your eyes, knowing that they were waiting for all of you in the tea room.

“You guys couldn’t have just let me sneak off...could you?” you sighed dramatically, “some sisters you are.”

“They would have noticed, (Y/N)!” Bethany giggled as she immediately changed her tone and skipped towards you. You let go of the banister as she took your hand, “come on…let’s go get it over with…have some tea…and then find out who we get to marry.”

“I hope you end up with Steve Rogers,” you groaned, “you’re way too optimistic, Bethy…”

“Oh, sweetheart…what are you doing back so soon?”

“Pretty cut and dry,” your father admitted as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s temple, “would you ladies care to join us out back? I have the caterers out there and the party is ready to start after the formal announcements.”

“Party?” you asked, looking at your eldest sister.

Becca nodded, holding out her hand, “yeah…once mum and dad announce who we are marrying they’re throwing us pre-engagement parties…today.”

“I’m seven!” you scoffed, looking at her.

“And I’m eleven…come on, kid!”

You sighed and got off your chair, taking your eldest sister’s hand. The group of women followed your mother and father out to the back where the caterers were already finished setting up a small feast for the five families. You frowned when you saw the five tables. The one in the center only had three chairs, where your brother Bucky was sat at.

Each other table had an additional seat where the families were supposed to be.

You looked nervously to your eldest sister while each family took their seats, leaving you and your sisters standing in front of everyone with your father.

He lifted a glass from a tray and was smiling as he held it up, “I’d like to thank each of you for coming out today…and for finalizing the agreements which will allow us to become a united front. Not only will we run the East Coast, but the entire country. We are creating an empire…and I am happy to stand along side you. As each of you are aware, we’ve been hammering out the details of the arrangements for years now…but today was our final resolution. Blood, sweat, and tears made this agreement…as you know, my only boy, Bucky, is set to marry the daughter of my second in command. They’ve been promised to each other since they were toddlers…but I am grateful that each of you are so willing to accept my daughters into your fold and make them family as well.”

Each of the men held up their glasses, cheering to the alliance.

First to stand was the all father. Mr. Odinson nodded at your father, “George…I’m proud to claim your eldest daughter, Rebecca as my own, so that she may marry my son Thor.”

Thor stood up and gave Rebecca a charming smile, before walking up to where you and your sisters stood with your father.

Rebecca gasped, her hand leaving yours as Thor stopped at the edge of the little stage, “Rebecca Barnes…will you marry me when you become a woman?”

Rebecca looked to her father before nodding, accepting the duty as a daughter of George Barnes. He smiled as she took his hand and they walked back to the table together, sitting down. Next to stand was Mr. Barton, the head of the Irish mob.

“From the day that Clint was born, I knew that he needed a strong lass to keep him in line…” he smirked, clapping his son on the shoulder, “someone smart and sweet…wise beyond her years…then we came across your little lass, Georgey…and she and my boy hit it off in’an instant…we’d be honored to accept her as our own.”

Clint smiled so wide you wondered if it hurt as he all but ran to Winnie. You frowned as his eyes lit up, and your chances of a less-than admirable husband increased.

“I can’t believe I get to ask this…but marry me?”

Winnie giggled as she all but leapt into his arms, nodding excitedly.

The happy couple ran back to the table and set down together.

Next up Mr. Rogers stood, “George…we’ve been friends a long time…some would say that we were each other’s first allies…even though I’m from Italy and you’re from England…we’re like brothers…we have a deep bond that no one could break. So when you approached me about an arranged marriage between my son and one of your daughters…I didn’t know what to say…but my boy…he’s been in love with your girl since they were little…”

You felt dread in your stomach as the 80 pound asthmatic boy scooted his chair out and timidly walked up to the stage. He went straight to your father, “Mr. Barnes…you gave me first pick of any of your daughters…for that I’m truly grateful…I’m glad that I have your permission…Buck and I are already like brothers, much like you are with my father…and our alliance will only be strengthened by the union with one of your daughters.”

“You’re a good boy, Steve…”

“Thank you sir!” he smiled. You exhaled as he slowly walked, stopping between you and Bethany. You smiled as he turned, “Bethy…”

“Y-yes Steve?”

“Will you let go of your sister’s hand so that I may take it in marriage?”

Your eyes widened, and the dread hit you like a freight train. Steve turned to you and smiled, “(Y/N)…I’ll wait for you to finish school…and I’ll build an empire so that you know I’m serious about our future…but I want you to know that it’s all for you…I want the honor of being your husband.”

“Oh fuck!”

“CONGRATULATIONS!”

“I don’t know if you’re congratulating me on graduating from school, or if you’re congratulating me on how I’m going to be ending my life soon.”

Rebecca frowned, slapping your arm, “stop it…that’s not a funny joke.”

“I’m serious…my life is over even before it gets started!” you grumbled as she pulled you into a hug. You pulled away and looked to your older sister, “oh Beth…say we can run away together…please. I don’t want to get married.”

“Being married actually isn’t that bad!” she giggled as she bit her lip, “and anyways…I kind of don’t want to…not with Sam and I expecting…”

Your eyes widened as you looked at your twenty year old sister, “BETHANY MARIE BARNES!”

“It’s Bethany Marie Wilson,” she corrected with a smile as your other sisters stared at her wide-eyed, “and yes…I know…it’s soon. Sam and I talked about waiting until I finished my degree, bu-“

“You’re going to be a doctor, Beth,” Winnie laughed as she shook her head, “there’s no waiting, honey…”

“Oh thank god,” Rebecca smiled as she wrapped her arms around your other sister, “mom’s been hounding Thor and I to have a baby ever since Clint and Winnie had one…maybe she’ll give up on me for a second.”

“I thought you and Thor wanted a family,” Bethany frowned as she protectively put a hand over her non-existent bump, “Oh…are you two…”

“He cheated again,” she frowned, “big surprise. He can’t seem to keep it in his pants long enough for me to get a proper test back on him and I’m not letting him slip into me after he slides into one of his little whores.”

You frowned, “it could be worse…you could be getting married to Steve Rogers at the end of the week.”

Rebecca raised her brow, “you’re still really on this? After everything? At least you know he's only ever had eyes for you, regardless of how you've treated him!”

“Becca…I don’t want to marry Steve Rogers…”

“You really haven’t seen him since we were little, have you?” Bethany giggled, gently squeezing your arm.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your brow furrowing, “seen him? Bethy, we’ve been tucked away in England getting our schooling out of the way…I haven’t seen any of you since you’ve gotten married unless I got a Christmas card…”

“Well, trust me when I say this…you won’t recognize your fiancé…”

“Yeah, yeah, Bethy…let’s just get this party over with.”

#marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #mob au #mafia au #signed sealed delivered

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 4 months

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Waste of Time

Summary: The annual Holiday dinner was being hosted by the Lupin-Blacks like usual but this time, some new things about their daughter may come up in the dinner that may change everything or maybe nothing at all.

Pairing: Parents! Wolfstar & daughter!reader

Song: Girls by girl in red

Warnings: anxiety, coming out, comfort, alcohol, all characters are at legal drinking age so dw

Word count: 2.6k+

A/n: to the one who requested this, ik you asked for Wolfstar’s reaction to their daughter coming out but seeing as it's the holidays, I feel like coming out during a family/friend Holiday gathering is so fitting. So I hope you like it and anyone else who reads it. Happy holidays to you lovelies<333

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The holidays were always a love filled holiday. The endless lists of Christmas Movies rotating around romance were just one example of them. Seeing someone who hates christmas get paired with someone who loves christmas only for them to fall in love and save christmas in some small, close-knit town. It was an overplayed trope, but it still entertained the Lupin-Black household.

Remus and Sirius were snuggled up on the couch, sharing their bowl of popcorn while Teddy was enjoying his own bowl of popcorn on the floor next to Loki napping next to him. You were off in the kitchen fixing up a few cups of hot cocoa to counter the cold chilly afternoons at the cottage.

A scene of The movie played through and all you could hear from the living room was Teddy’s bored narration of the events that followed through the screen.

“The girl's ex boyfriend is gonna pop up on the very night of the event- Then! The other guy is gonna see them and think the wrong thing and blah blah blah-” his voice was cut off by a light thud and a subtle grunt.

You leaned over to the side of the counter to peek through the kitchen arch to see your little brother on his back with his face covered by a throw pillow. Loki was rudely awakened by these events and left the scene and into the kitchen to find you.

Sirius was laughing heavily at his work while Remus shook his head with a chuckle at his husband's antics.

“What was that for, Papa?!” Teddy grumbled as he sat up from the floor.

Sirius looked over at his son and shrugged his shoulders, “Just cause.”

Teddy rolled his eyes jokingly and threw popcorn at Sirius.

Sirius let out a chuckle and before Teddy could even process it. His father had begun tossing the popcorn into his face at rapid speeds.Teddy giggled along as he too started throwing it back at him.

Remus raised his hands up in order to shield himself from the stray popcorns that would come his way. But it was all in vain as he was eventually caught in the crossfire.

You stood there at the kitchen archway, mouth agape at the sight. You had only looked away for a moment and all of a sudden it was an all out war in there. Popcorn was tossed all around the living room. Many of it ending up in Sirius’s and Teddy’s hair. Many of the cushions and throw blankets had found its way to the floor. It was like a tornado flew through the living room.

“You guys are ridiculous.” You laughed as you rested down the four cups of hot cocoa on the table.

Remus reached down to the coffee table to grab himself a cup as he agreed with his daughter, “You do recall that the others will be visiting us later, right?”

Your ears pricked up at the reminder of your friends coming over to visit for the holidays. “Oh Godric, I almost forgot.”

“Yes, and now these two have to clean up the mess they made.” Remus said cheekily as he laid back on the couch as he looked at his husband and son.

Sirius shook his head as he pulled out his wand and conjured up a cleaning spell, leaving the space just as clean as it was before they started their little food fight. “There, good as new.”

Remus shook his head with a chuckle at the little trick, “What would you do without magic?”

Sirius stood up as he grabbed the bowls of popcorn with a shrug, “Stay in bed all day in my pajamas.”

Teddy looked at him with an amused look, “You already do that.”

Both you and Remus let out a rather loud laugh at Teddy’s reply. Sirius however wasn’t too fond of his son’s retort and threw a small piece of popcorn to his face before leaving the living room.

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The cottage was just buzzing with life and music. There was just something about the Lupin-Black household that made them so open to hosting their annual Christmas gatherings with their friends.

The Potters had popped in with a notably large selection of gifts along with a mysteriously broom-shaped gift which no doubt is meant for the youngest Lupin-Black. The Weasleys had also come bearing gifts in forms of casseroles and baked goods with Molly’s signature meals all wrapped neatly for everyone (mostly Sirius) to enjoy. Hermione had also accompanied them seeing as she was spending the holidays with them too.

Marlene and Dorcas had just come straight from France bringing gifts and sweets, no doubt for their favorite goddaughter. You had grown to be a sort of daughter to them so they basically shower you with gifts every time the Holidays came around.

Regulus had accompanied both Marlene and Dorcas when the three of them bumped into each other in France during Regulus’s travels to the country. He had brought back piles of books to give to you and Remus, along with a few more books for Lily. Mary was last to arrive with a plethora of gifts as well, which only furthered Teddy’s excitement.

With everyone taking up nearly every inch of the fairly sized cottage, it was almost impossible to find a quiet space, other than your room up in the attic. You’d consider this place to be the most cozy room in the whole house. As much as you enjoyed everyone’s company you would much rather recharge up in your bedroom so you could continue the events later on.

Though, you were in great need for a recharge, there was another reason you were hiding up in your room. Truth was, you were planning on finally coming out to your family about being gay.

You should have seen the signs back during your early years at Hogwarts when none of the boys in your year really caught your attention. One of the signs was when all the girls seemed to fawn over Cedric Diggory, a close friend of yours during your 4th year. You had only ever seen Cedric as a friend so when he had asked you to the ball, you turned him down. Not just because you weren’t interested in him but because you knew he was better suited for a certain Ravenclaw.

Another sign was when the Beauxbaton students were introduced, like the boys, you were completely enamored by the girls in their school. Being part veela played into that part but would it really have affected you that much if you didn’t have an interest in girls?

Not to mention that you shared your first kiss with a girl from Beauxbaton on the night of the Yule ball. You had gone with Harry but your memories of that night all faded to that moment spent with that girl in the gardens. That really sealed the deal for you.

You had told one person and one person only about that night and what you felt and that was Harry. He was basically your brother and you knew about him and Draco so you knew he would understand.

He seemed to have taken it quite well, though he did have a slight comment along the words of you being single and having no love life whatsoever. Which did lead to you spending the entire week making the twins pull pranks on him as revenge.

You did mention to him that you planned on telling your parents about it, including everyone else during this very dinner. Which only made your anxiety rise to the roof. You knew they would accept you but it's their reaction and how they would treat you after is what scared you.

As you hummed along to the record player that played across the room, you heard a faint knock on your door.

“Little Wolf? Dinner is about to start. Will you be joining us?” Remus’s voice carried through the door and across the room, just enough for you to hear him.

“Yeah, just give me a minute, dad.” You replied as you cleaned yourself up as you rose from the floor.

As you exited the house and onto the patio, you felt your anxiety begin to bubble violently in your stomach. It almost made you sick to the point that you didn’t want to join dinner. But you had promised yourself that you would do it. There’s no backing out of that promise. So you took a seat by Hermione which was across from Harry and Ron. You were also seated nearby the twins who managed to sneak in a flask and offered it up to you guys to put into your drinks. It was something a bit stronger than the butterbeer they were having at the table so you all happily accepted the offer.

In a way it helped with your nerves. You weren’t one to drink but for this moment, you sure as hell needed it.

While everyone engulfed themselves in their own conversations, you heard your name get called out from the further side of the table.

“Y/n? Have you found yourself a little boyfriend yet?” Lily’s voice carried across the table much louder than she expected which caused everyone’s eyes to land on you.

You let out an awkward laugh at the question. The famous old question, “Do you have a boyfriend yet?”. Godric knows you didn’t and you didn’t plan on dating anyone any time soon but you couldn’t say that.

“It’s always going to be school before boys, Auntie Lils.” You had your mouth masked away from Sirius to hide the words you were about to say next, “Besides, you know how he is about boys.” using your free hand to point at your father.

Lily grinned at your reply. You reminded her a lot of herself back when she was younger.

Sirius grinned proudly at your reply, not hearing your little comment on his opinion on boys. He was heavily protective over you so to know that you weren’t planning on dating any boys while at school calmed him.

The conversation resumed back to quidditch games and studies and plans for the holidays. Everyone had their own things to talk about but it seems the boyfriend conversation didn’t satisfy the boys’ curiosity.

“Really, School over boys?” Ron chuckled lightly as he repeated your words.

“Is it so hard for you to believe that I prioritize school over my love life, Ronald?” You asked in a defending tone, looking over at Hermione hoping she would back you up on this.

The boys let out a light chuckle from their side.

“Even Hermione and Ron are dating,” Fred commented as he pointed to the two of them.

“And you know how she is about her studies.” George continued as he grabbed another piece of chicken.

Hermione looked at the twins with an unimpressed stare. “There’s still nothing wrong with choosing school over relationships.” Hermione looked back towards you with a soft smile, “Pay no mind to them, you don’t need to explain yourself, they clearly don't deserve it.”

“and also because she doesn’t like boys.” Harry replied mindlessly as he took another sip of his drink.

You whipped your head towards his direction when you heard his words. A panicked look crossed both your faces when his words finally sunk in.

“What?!” Everyone seated around Harry had heard him, with the exemption of a few adults including your parents.

“Harry!” You scolded as you shrunk further into your seat at the confession with your hands covering your face in embarrassment. This wasn’t how you planned on doing it.

You knew Harry was a lightweight and a truth drunk but you didn’t even consider he would mention it during the dinner. You couldn’t blame him, you didn’t know that the topic of boys would be brought up so it didn’t even cross your mind that he would say it.

“Are you serious?” Fred asked you. He didn’t mean it in a mean way but he wanted to confirm that what he heard was right.

You looked at him between the spaces of your fingers.”Yes” Your voice was muffled by the palm of your hand, still too scared to show the rest of your face.

The rest of the adults seated on the other half of the table noticed the ruckus occurring on your side of the table and became curious.

“Serious about what?” Marlene asked on behalf of the group.

All that they saw was Harry’s panicked stare, your terrified and embarrassed state with the rest of them staring at you in a shocked look.

Ron looked up at them and was about to speak but you spoke up before him and even stood up from your seat to call their attention.

“That…I’m gay.” You spoke out with a shaky voice. But before anyone else could respond you continued on. You looked at both of your parents and even as the anxiety in your head was blaring out alarms, you still continued on knowing that this was it. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“Dad, papa… I had something else in mind on how this would go down. But that didn’t exactly go as planned.” You spoke as you sent a look towards Harry who smiled an apologetic grin. “But yes, I like girls and not boys. I’ve known that since my 4th year and that’s the truth.”

They all sat there in silence for a while as they processed your words before Sirius let out a yell of joy as he jumped out of his chair. He rounded around the table and made his way to you to pull you in a hug.

“MY DAUGHTER DOESN’T LIKE BOYS!” He exclaimed in relief even as he held you in a tight embrace.

“Papa!” You laughed at your father’s reaction as he continued to hug you, even picking you up to spin you around like how he used to when you were little.

“Don’t mind him, little wolf. He’s just happy he doesn’t have to deal with you dating boys.” Remus said as he joined the hug, along with little Teddy who wanted to be included in the hug.

Everyone else that sat on the table cheered at the sight. Many of them remembered how it was to come out back then to their parents and in many instances, it was never a good experience. But this was different. This moment was filled with love and acceptance, something many of them longed for back when they were younger with their parents.

“She takes after me!” Marlene cheered out which caused a chorus of chuckles to flow through the table.

After a few moments, the family finally pulled away from each other’s embrace and to your relief nothing changed. You still had the kind and amazing parents who had always loved and accepted you for who you were and a little brother who still adores you completely.

You looked at Harry with a content smile. Though you planned on coming out with a completely different plan, at least you were finally out. To be completely honest, you thought that you wouldn’t have even done it during the dinner so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that Harry was a light weight and just so happened to be sitting by the twins.

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Summary: It's Shaun's turn in front of the camera and he has a few tricks up his sleeve or lack thereof to impress you. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff

The next day brought on a new kind of worry. Tony’s words rang in your ears, “The gun show starts with Ten Rings.”

Shang-chi, or Shaun as he asked you to call him, was gorgeous. He had the body of a well-toned athlete and the dry humor of a charming late-night talk show host. All of which would endear anyone to him.

And that’s exactly how you saw him, endearing. But did you see him as anything more? You hadn’t really thought about it.

He was very popular with the ladies. The tower was surrounded with fans for most of the guys and there would be a sprinkling of Shaun’s fans scattered within them.

The interactions you had with him were very few. You haven’t even been on a mission together. You’ve only hung out at the tower or at karaoke nights when Sam and Thor corral the rest of the team for some drunken foolery.

“So over here?” Shaun asked, bringing you back to reality.

“Ya, wherever you want.” You waved at the room as you prepared your camera. “Go wherever you feel comfortable.”

Shaun walked around your studio, trying to get a feel of where he could impress you the most. He saw some workout equipment and wondered if you would be impressed by that. He looked over to you slyly, seeing if you were watching him as he artfully took off his shirt when your eyes met.

You blushed and forced yourself not to turn away. You’ve seen these guys with their shirts off, walking around at the gym, working out. But there was something intimate about the way your eyes met when Shaun took off his shirt.

Get a grip! You’re gonna have to shoot some of the guys in less clothing. Better get used to it now.

He picked up some dumbbells and proceeded to lift them into bicep curls. You looked through the eyepiece in your camera and lined up some shots. You took a few more with him using different equipment but nothing was screaming out at you. It didn’t feel natural.

Shaun felt a little crestfallen at your lack of reaction and obvious dismay. I should’ve known it wouldn’t impress her. She works out with us every day. I need to show her something different.

He didn’t let that bother him though. Instead, he chose to stay positive and see what else he can do to impress you. So, he looked around the studio trying to see what else he might astound you with.

That’s when Shaun saw the small kitchen you had in your studio. “Is this part of your set-up?”

“Hmm? Oh no, it’s just my break area,” you said playing with the light ring. “Tony had it modularly installed so that he can keep me in here non-stop like a workhorse for this calendar.” Shaun gave you a bewildered look. “I’m joking,” you laughed. “Sorta…Tony ends up getting me delivery most days to try and stay on my good side.”

“Well, have you eaten at all today?” He asked.

“I had half a muffin earlier and two Tic Tacs.”

“That’s not a meal. That’s not even a full pastry and breath mints? Let me cook you something,” he said as he walked over to the fridge and opened it.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing in the fridge.” You said watching him as he pulled out a bottle of vintage Dom Perignon.

“Nothing in the fridge? Girl this must be hundreds if not thousands of dollars!” he exclaimed holding up the bottle.

“Tony must’ve put it in there. I don’t remember ever opening that fridge.” You laughed.

“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Shaun left the studio to go upstairs toward the communal kitchen. No one was around except for Loki, who was sitting on the living room couch reading.

Loki looked up upon hearing your door open. He was dismayed to see a half-naked man exiting your studio. Shaun waved his greeting as he headed straight to the fridge. Loki narrowed his eyes and nodded his greeting in return.

Loki watched as he pulled out a carton of eggs, amongst other groceries, and balanced them all in his arms. The last thing Shaun took was a can of whip cream, but only after looking at it decidedly longer than he should have. Making Loki uncomfortable at what he might be planning with you.

Shaun came back into the studio, arms filled with enough food to feed a small family.

“What uh- what are ya making there?” You asked as he set all the food down. He brought down eggs, cheese, and pancake mix in a bowl. From his back pocket, he pulled out a can of whip cream that he placed on the counter.

He turned to look around the kitchen for something. You used this unguarded moment to take a couple more snapshots with the remote control you had in your hand. He found an apron hung by the side of the fridge and proceeded to put it on.

You watched as he filled two champagne flutes with orange juice. After the loud pop of the champagne bottle, he continued to fill the rest of the glass.

“For today’s menu, my two specialties are omelets and pancakes,” he smiled as he handed you your mimosa. “What would the lady like this morning?” He laid a towel over his arm and bowed to you, eliciting a smile from your lips that had him take a quick breath.

“Ooh…a man that can cook. Ok, how ‘bout an omelet?”

“What would you like in it? I brought a bunch of stuff from upstairs to make it with.”

“Simple cheese would be fine. Don’t strain yourself over me,” you said blushing as you fidgeted with the remote in your hand.

“You’re no bother at all! I love to cook. I hope I get to do it with you more often,” he said laden with promises of the future. You watched Shaun work his way around the kitchen. He threw an egg in the air and cracked it with the side of the spatula. A proud grin on his face when he saw your eyes widen with surprise.

“Ooh, and he’s got tricks.” You laughed.

“That’s nothing. Watch this.” He took an egg and placed it in the crook of his elbow. He raised his eyebrows as he proceeded to curl his bicep and crack the egg open, the yolk and albumen spilling into the bowl. You stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I washed my arm.” And then you lost it. You laughed so hard at his charm and quirky sense of humor.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s not hard. I think you have the muscle for it. Here try it.” Shaun grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body so close to you as he placed an egg at the bend of your arm. His thumb grazed against your elbow as he held it. “Now flex,” he whispered. “Like you’re Thor showing off to his fangirls downstairs.”

You giggled at the silliness of it all, and you had to admit, that you were having fun. Shaun’s playful nature always made you laugh, making you feel carefree. You bit on your lip as you tried to focus on cracking the egg but instead were distracted by Shaun’s own body so close to you. You watched his graceful hands move as he flipped the pan, making a perfect half-crescent omelet. He went out of his way to make you something. And that immediately warmed your heart.

You flexed hard and tried multiple times, but the egg wouldn’t crack. The egg dropped to the floor and Shaun was quick to provide you with a new one. You laughed every time you failed. Each egg kept dropping to the floor and the two of you were making a mess everywhere.

Outside, Loki had ventured closer to your studio door. He could hear the melodic tones of your laughter as the two of you spent time together. His overactive mind giving him vivid scenarios of you laughing while Xu uses the can of whip cream he brought down. Was Shaun the one you’d been harboring feelings for? The revelation struck him blind. In all sincerity, he thought he would only have to contend with the soldiers. But the looks all around the table at that meeting a couple of days ago said otherwise.

Loki ran his hands over his face when a sudden crash went off inside your studio and he heard you scream a surprise. Worried, Loki quickly ran over to see if you needed help.

“Scopes?” Loki yelled out. The giant studio seemed empty until he heard the sweet call of your laughter coming from your kitchen.

Loki’s eyes widened at the scene he saw unfolding in front of him. You were in Shaun’s arms. The two of you covered head to toe in flour. Laughing and giggling as if you had just done something so mischievous.

“Ahem.” Loki cleared his throat out loud. You turned to face him. Your red blush showing through the white flour covering your cheeks. Shaun stood you upright and then tried to dust the pancake mix off his face.

“Loki!” you cried and pushed yourself away from Shaun’s embrace.

“I was passing by, and it sounded like you needed help outside. I wanted to make sure you were all right. But I see now that you are in...very capable hands.” Loki growled.

“I-uh, we were just…” your mind scrambled to come up with a reason as to why you were in Shaun’s arms. You didn’t think that Loki would care but you didn’t want rumors going around about something that wasn’t true. “Shaun was teaching me how to crack an egg and I slipped on the ones that fell on the floor. Luckily, he caught me, but not before I grabbed the bowl of pancake mix and launched it up into the air.”

“I see. You don’t need to explain anything to me, Scopes. I just wanted to make sure you were not in danger.” Loki said coolly.

“Thank you,” you said gently as you looked into each other’s eyes. His statement cracked your heart. Of course, he wouldn’t care. Why would Loki get jealous if you were in another man’s arms?

Shaun paused, watching the interaction between the two of you. Especially yours. A small smile played on his lips as he put all the pieces together.

Shaun bristled as Loki gave him one last stare and left the studio. Oh, no. That’s not good. Did I just get cursed by a god?

“Ah-why don’t you eat, while I clean this up.” Shaun offered.

“I can help.”

“No. No. I insist. I made this for you. You should enjoy it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you.” You said as you tucked in to your delicious cheese omelet. “It’s lovely.”

“So…” Shaun tried. “You and Loki, huh?” he said raising his eyebrow.

You choked on the morsel that was in your mouth at his statement. He patted you on the back, handing you your glass of mimosa. “I, uh…”

“Don’t deny it, Scopes. I saw how red you turned when he walked into the room.”

“Ok. I won’t! But you can’t tell anybody.”

“Why not? Just go for it. YOLO, my friend.”

“Ya and that life would end as soon as he laughs in my face and rejects me,” you mumbled as you took another sip of your glass. Shaun vaguely remembers the meeting they all had about this calendar. Apart from Tony, Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce, he was pretty sure that everyone else in that room had the hots for you.

“I don’t think…”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone!” You demanded.

“Okay, okay I promise.” He relented. “But-” he quickly turned his expression giving way to a devious smile on his face. “-you’ll have to do something for me.”

“Oh God, what is it?” you groaned.

“You have to do three duets with me next karaoke night,” he said holding up three fingers.

“What!”

“Take it or leave it, Scopes.”

“One song.”

“Two songs!”

“Fine. Two songs. Both my choice.” You fumed.

“Deal!”

“Deal.” You both shook hands. “Now clean this up while I finish this delicious breakfast.” You commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed as he reached for the paper towels.

In the end, Shaun chose one of the candid shots you took of him as he was searching for the apron. “You make me look good.” He said staring at your computer.

“You already look good. I just took the picture.” You remarked.

Having spent most of the day cleaning and cooking, Shaun left you to finish working on his page as he went upstairs. He was surprised to find everybody there.

Loki gave him a look of annoyance as his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. “Well, it’s not me guys,” Shaun exclaimed to everyone in the group, shaking his hair of excess flour.

There was a visible sigh of relief from some of the other men who haven’t had their turn yet. Most notably from the god of mischief himself.

“Oh, let’s not all get too sad about it,” Shaun said sarcastically.

“My condolences, Mister Xu.” Vision said as he held Wanda’s hand. “I know you were looking forward to today.”

“That’s all right. I got a good singing partner out of it.”

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