#lady loki is going for his SPINE

[michelleleewise]

Can I have a story where reader has a huge crush on loki (reader won't admit they're inlove tho) and wants to be his in every aspect? She doesn't want to confess because she knows she'll get rejected and knows she's not his type. Though reader maybe sneaky, they forget that loki can sometimes read minds. They play this cat-and-mouse game it may or may not lead to smut 👀 I kind of had this idea by listening to "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys. Thank you so much <3

Hiiiii!!! I'm sorry this took so long to get to!!!! But thank you so much for sending it to me!! I hope you like it!!! 💚💚💚

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Thinking of You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: swearing, mild yelling, mind reading, self esteem issues, NSFW, masturbation, mildly rough sex (nothing graphic), if I missed anything let me know!! 💚

Summary: Everytime you see Loki your thoughts run wild....unbeknownst to you, he can hear them too...

A/n- sorry this took so long!!! It's probably terrible, I'm a bit rusty......sorry!!!!! 💚💚

"No the other way." You urged into the coms, swiping between screens on the computer screen like a maniac trying to guide the team to where they needed to be. "Y/n, where is it!?" Tony yelled into his earpiece making you wince "there is no need to yell Stark" You heard Loki's smooth voice sound in your ear making you sigh "that's easy for you to say Rudolph, you aren't surrounded by agents." Tony said when you heard an explosion echo into you ear. "Do stop complaining Stark." Loki said when you heard a grunt sound through Loki's coms "you are becoming rather insufferable." He continued making you giggle "I swear laufeyson, when we get back..." Tony started when you heard Thor's booming voice join the conversation "would you two please desist with this nonsense!" Thor yelled making you jump.

"Yes, please silence yourself stark....now darling which way do we go?" Loki asked into his earpiece, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your spine "i...I...let me see" you said searching the map again "take your...umph...time darling, no rush." Loki purred into your ear as you heard a thud on his end. "Ok, everyone needs to get to Loki's location, that's where the serum is." You said pulling up everyone's position, "aaah, Right again I see." Loki laughed into his earpiece "shut up Loki." Thor bellowed into his coms "come now, jealousy does not suit you brother." Loki mocked making you laugh "something funny agent?" You heard Tony snark into the coms "no sir, sorry." You said looking down at your hands.

You listened as the team completed the mission, bickering the entire time. If you were honest you weren't sure how they didn't kill eachother everytime they went on a mission. "Alright, back to the jet everyone." Tony said. "I thank you for your assistance lady y/n." Loki purred into the earpiece making your cheeks heat up "y...you welcome Loki "Alright romeo let's go...shutting down coms, see you back at the tower." Tony said as the line went silent. You took a deep breath pulling your earpiece out when Nat walked over leaning on your desk "quite the sweet talker isn't he?" She asked making you giggle "well they do call him silvertongue." You said trying to not look at her "yeah, makes you wonder what else he can do with his tongue." She said as you stood up "Natasha!" You whisper yelled making her laugh "oh come on, we all know how you feel about him." She said as you grabbed a stack of files quickly turning "I don't know what your talking about." You said making your way to the filing cabinets.

"Y/n, why don't you just talk to him?" She asked following you "I do talk to him." You snapped hoping she would let it go "you know what I mean y/n." She scolded crossing her arms "because..." you sighed setting the files down "because there will never be a universe where he feels the same." You said opening the filing cabinet "you don't know that, the way he talks to you..." She started when you slammed the drawer shut "I'm not stupid nat, he's just being polite...letting his princely charm ooze out of him. I've seen I him do it at parties." You said closing your eyes "I'm not special, he doesn't like me and he never will...why would he?" You asked walking back towards your desk "um, your funny, smart, witty.." nat said continuing to follow you "plain, ordinary...boring." you huffed grabbing your bag "y/n seriously..." you cut her off lifting your hand "no, he doesn't know...he'll never know." You said walking towards the door, stopping in the doorway "I...I don't think I could handle that rejection." You said before walking out heading towards your apartment

You spent the next few days chained to your desk, stacks of mission reports to go through and file from the last mission. Looking up rubbing your eyes seeing you had worked past your lunch "I need a break." You sighed closing the file you were working on as you stood up. Grabbing your coffee mug you made your way to the break room and the espresso machine Tony had recently installed. After choosing what you wanted you leaned your head against the cabinet waiting for the machine to do its thing, praying it would hurry when what nat said the other day ran through your mind does everyone really know....am I that obvious? You thought when the loud beep pulled you from your thoughts. "Thank god." You breathed bringing the cup to your lips taking a small sip you closed your eyes feeling the caffeine touch your soul "mmmhhh." You moaned with a sigh.

"Now that is a sound I could get used to." A deep voice behind you said, your eyes shooting open as you turned seeing Loki leaning against the doorway his arms crossed, the buttons of his white shirt straining against his chest "l...loki w...what are you doing here?" You asked setting the cup down "oh, some nonsense of starks." He said pushing off the doorframe sliding his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans "something about not completing my reports." He shrugged taking a step into the room "o..oh, um he didn't say anything to me." You said fidgeting with your fingers "well let's be honest, when have you known stark to be organized?" He asked making you laugh "so, naturally I came to you to see if there were any...discrepancies." He purred coming to stand in front of you, his cologne wafting between you making you sigh god he smells good you thought hearing loki laugh "do you like the cologne? I just purchased it." He asked smiling "oh...yeah! Your...rrr I mean it...it's good." You stuttered watching his smile widen

"well darling, if you wouldn't mind may I....come with you?" He asked, the baritone in his voice stirring something inside you I'll be coming later you thought remembering all the nights you touched yourself at the thought of his large hands roaming your body, his deep voice whispering how much he wanted you in your ear. You bit your lip seeing him raise an eyebrow at you "er...um sorry...what were you saying?" You asked wringing yours hands "Darling, i was asking if I could come and look at the reports." He said smiling again "oh! Right...yes absolutely!" You said shaking the impure thoughts from your head as you stepped around him and headed back towards your desk. You sat down, digging through the stack of files until you saw "Laufeyson" pulling it out "ah, here it is." You said freezing feeling a hand on your back "you forgot your coffee my dear." He purred setting your cup on the desk "oh, thank you Loki." You said feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Now, let's see shall we?" He asked, taking the file from you He sat it down on the desk in front of you, his one hand sliding to the back of your chair as he leaned his large lithe frame over you, feeling the heat from his chest against your arm. "Hmm..." he hummed flipping through the file page by page, his scent ingulphing you as your mind raced at his proximity to you, the way his forearms flexed with each page turn, your eyes tracing the veins running down to his... "I do not see any issue, do you darling?" He asked when you tilted your head up towards him, your nose almost touching his as he leaned closer "i...um...." your mind going blank as your eyes met his, you couldn't help stare into them. They always reminded you of a forest after a storm, the deep green and blue swirling in a maelstrom as powerful as the man they belonged to but at this closeness you could see specs of gold shining in them.

"Loki..." you whispered, your eyes shooting down to his lips they look so soft you thought when you felt him lean closer "y/n." He breathed when you looked back into his eyes "i..." you trailed off, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest "tell me darling." He whispered as he hovered over you his eyes never leaving yours "i..." you tried again, your mouth going dry feeling his finger tuck your hair behind your ear "hmm?" He hummed expectantly the tip of his nose touching yours "agent y/l/n." You heard from across the room making Loki shoot straight up as you jumped "a..agent hill, morning...er afternoon." You stuttered watching Maria walk in "and what do we owe the pleasure Loki?" She asked nearing your desk "oh, I was only ensuring my report was accurate, I would hate to make miss y/n's job harder then it is." He explained, freezing feeling his finger slowly trail up your arm. "Well im sure the agent has it under control Mr. Laufeyson." Hill said coming to stand on your other side "yes, she does. So I will take my leave...perhaps I will see you later agent." He purred as you looked up at him seeing him smile "o...ok, bye Loki." You smiled back as he bowed slightly before walking to the door.

You sat staring at the file Loki had been going through when you felt Hill nudge you "oh my God, what was that about?" She asked sitting on the edge of your desk, her stern demeanor vanishing "i...I don't know." You said looking up at her "well he looked like he was about to eat you." She laughed making you laugh with her "no, he just wanted to go through his report." You said setting it back on the pile "riiight, even though he's never had an issue with them before." She said crossing her arms. "I...well maybe he...umm." you stuttered trying to think of a reason "dude, just accept the man wanted to eat you like a cream filled donut." She said making you laugh "what!? No he doesn't!" You urged hearing her laugh "well apparently you didn't see the look on his face." She said hopping off the desk. "Look, all I'm saying is maybe he likes you too." She shrugged walking to the door "no he doesn't, he's just being nice." You said grabbing your cup "uh huh...whatever you say." She winked as she walked out.

You sat back sipping your coffee trying to process what had happened when you heard your name called, looking up seeing Tony "Hey kid, I just wanted to check and see how those are coming along." He said pointing at the reports "fury is down my throat about them." He laughed as you looked up at him "oh yeah, they're almost done." You said setting your cup down "oh, and Loki came by like you asked." You said grabbing his file "i didn't ask him to come by." Tony said crossing his arms "yes you did." You said looking back at him "no....I didn't." He argued making you sigh "you sent him down saying there was an issue with his reports." You argued back tossing the file down "I hate to break it to you, but I didn't send him down here, I haven't even talked to him in days." He said making your eyebrows furrow "just have them done by tonight ok?" Tony asked as you nodded looking back down at your desk. "If Tony didn't tell him to come down here.." your thoughts trailed off as you looked up at the clock seeing it was already almost three "shit.." you sighed pushing your thoughts aside grabbing the next file getting back to work.

It had been a couple weeks since your last interaction with Loki, but you couldn't get it out of your mind, it was beginning to drive you crazy. You were sat at your desk tapping your pen on a stack of files remembering the way his eyes stared into yours, how close he was to you, frowning remembering the lie he told you "Hey y/n, I need you to have Thor fix this." Maria said setting a piece of paper on your desk, seeing it was one of his mission reports "oh? What's wrong with it?" You asked picking it up "look at the description." She laughed as you looked down at that section seeing a simple "we won" written "I've told him that's not adequate but..." She sighed shaking her head. "Could you please have him actually write what happened?" She asked as you nodded "yeah, I just gotta find him." You said standing up "I believe he's in the training room, good luck." She smiled walking out. "Of course he is." You sighed walking towards the elevators.

You took a deep breath grabbing the handle of the door you pulled it open seeing Thor sparring with Steve as you walked in "Thor!" You yelled getting his attention seeing him smile at you as he walked over "Lady y/n, what can I do for you?" He asked setting his hammer down "you didn't fill out your report from the last mission." You said holding the paper out to him "you have to write a full description." You said holding your pen out to him "I do not see why, we won that's all that is important." He said grabbing the pen "just write something to make Hill happy." You laughed crossing your arms "very well, give me one moment." He said walking to the benches sitting down.

You looked out into the training room seeing Natasha on the treadmill, Steve had gone over to the punching bags, and then your eyes landed on Loki, dressed in black gym shorts that gave you full view of his muscular thighs, accompanied by a black tank top that was so tight you were surprised he could move, biting you lip watching as he sparred with Bucky. Your eyes traveled up seeing his long hair pulled back into a low bun, sweat making a few loose strands stick to his forehead as he pivoted and swayed, avoiding all of Bucky's attacks with the grace of a dancer. "Fuck...." you breathed, crossing your foot over the other clenching your thighs together trying to hide your arousal as bucky lunged at Loki when his large hand grabbed his throat, planting his foot behind bucky he threw him to the mat on his back kneeling next to him with his hand still on his throat god he could choke me anytime you thought biting your lip when Loki's eyes suddenly met yours making you jump.

His eyes didn't leave yours as he stood up, extending his hand to bucky pulling him up you watched his bicep flex, the veins in his arms bulging as Bucky got to his feet goood...I want trace them with my tongue you thought feeling your face heat up, arousal pooling in your stomach as your eyes met his again seeing a darkness in them you never had before "Lady y/n." Thor suddenly said next to you making you jump "apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." He said as you clutched your chest "no, it's ok." You said taking a deep breath "I have finished your report." He smiled holding out the paper "oh, thank you thor." You said quickly grabbing the paper "are you ok? You look a little flushed." He said as you ripped your pen out of his hand "yes! I'm fine." You said glancing over seeing Loki still watching you "i...I gotta go, see you later." You said quickly turning and walking towards the door, one last look back seeing Loki's eyes still on you making you shiver as you walked out.

You made your way back downstairs gripping the pen and paper in your hand, walking into Maria's office you slapped it on her desk "there." You said turning around "you ok? You seem...off." She said making you turn back to her "yeah! Totally fine!" You rushed out "I'm gonna call it a day, I'll see you tomorrow." You smiled before walking to your desk shutting everything off heading back upstairs to your apartment. Walking in you closed the door behind you leaning your back against it "Dammit Loki." You sighed closing your eyes, the friction of your clothing against your core making you moan "bath...a bath sounds good." You said rushing into the bathroom you turned the water on adding the bubbles as you pulled your clothes off before easing into the hot water.

You leaned back, closing your eyes you pictured the broody God, his eyes....his smile...."loki.." you whispered sliding your hand down your stomach, you gripped the side of the tub as your fingers slowly slid over your folds, biting your lip as you slowly moved your fingers down to your entrance dipping them inside you rocked your hand back and forth, imagining they were Loki's. "God...Loki..." you moaned moving your fingers faster, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach "mmm....haaaarder...." you breathed picturing Loki's eyes staring into yours, his hand wrapped around your throat "fuuuck..Loki." you cried out feeling orgasm wash over you, squeezing your thighs together you slowly slid your fingers out.

You took a deep breath still feeling unsatisfied "ugh, that usually works." You sighed sitting up rubbing your temples. You groaned, grabbing your body wash you cleaned yourself up before getting out of the tub, the ache still very present in your core. Looking up seeing it was almost ten "Maybe I'll make some tea." You said to yourself slipping on your sleep shorts and a bright green tank top pulling your hair back before opening your door and making your way down to the kitchen. You slowly walked in releasing a breath seeing it empty and dark "good, everyone must be busy." You said walking in grabbing the kettle filling it before setting it on the stove.

You opened the cabinet seeing all the coffee mugs on the top shelf "freaking giants" you mumbled lifting you knee onto the counter pulling yourself up freezing hearing someone clear their throat. You slowly leaned back, peeking out from behind the cabinet door seeing Loki standing next to the counter by the door, wearing the white shirt that would cause your death, his hand in his pocket as he tilted his head "h...hey Loki." You said smiling nervously "evening y/n, may I ask what it is your doing up there?" He asked when the kettle screamed. You cleared your throat watching him move it and turn the burner off. "Well, you see....I couldn't sleep so...tea." you laughed as he looked back over to you "and all the mugs are up there." You said pointing to the top of the cabinet "ah, I see." You heard him say as you reached up grabbing a cup.

You went to put your foot down on the floor when your other knee slipped causing you to drop the cup as you fell back off the counter when an arm wrapped around your middle pulling you backwards, you back hitting solid muscle looking to the side seeing Loki smiling down at you. "Your cup my lady." He said lifting his other hand you looked at it seeing your cup dangling from his finger "t..thank you." You stuttered lifting the cup from his finger. "You really must be more careful my dear." He purred when you felt his thumb sliding up and down by your rib, slowly moving up towards your breast "i...I should finish the tea." You said pulling away from him walking to the stove. Stop it y/n, he's just being nice you thought shaking your head when the cabinet door slammed making you jump, turning to see Loki's hand on it.

"Loki...are you ok?" You asked as he turned around "no y/n, I'm afraid I'm not." He said taking a step towards you. "I...I can get bruce...or thor?" You asked stepping back as he came closer "I'm afraid neither of them can assist me." He growled continuing his advance as you walked backwards through the kitchen, loki right on top of you "um..well I could.." you trailed as your back hit the table "these games have exhausted me y/n." He said coming to stand in front of you his chest inches from yours "I don't know..." you started when he leaned forward planting his palms on either side of you caging you in "do not lie to me y/n," He said sternly making you shiver "l..loki i..." you sighed looking down fidgeting with your hands when he leaned forward freezing feeling his breath on your ear.

"I love your eyes as well." He whispered making your head jerk back looking at him "i...you..." you stuttered as the realization hit you "yes dear, there are times i can read your thoughts." He said as your eyes widened "h...how much is sometimes?" You panicked seeing him smile "well, it comes and goes, but depending on how...hard your thinking they make it through." He purred as you looked down, embarrassment flooding through you "y/n look at me...please." He whispered as you took a deep breath "Loki i..." you were cut off by his lips gently touching yours before he quickly pulled back checking gauging your reaction as you stood speechless. You must have taken too long to respond as panic flashed in his eyes as he slowly stood up "i...I have over stepped, I apologize." He said taking a step back, the loss of contact kicking your brain into gear.

"Wait." You rushed out fisting the front of his shirt you pulled him back to you, rising up on your toes your lips crashed into his, your other hand sliding across his side to his back pulling him closer moaning feeling his tongue slide along your bottom lip, his hand cupping the back of your head as you parted your lips hearing him groan as his tongue slipped inside tangling with yours. God his lips are soft you thought when you felt his hands slide across your sides to your back moving down his palms cupping your ass squeezing making you moan into his mouth as he lifted you up setting you on the table. Stepping between your parted legs he pulled back slightly as he kissed along your jaw, tilting your head back feeling his lips wrap around your earlobe "l..loki..." you moaned when his hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you towards him groaning feeling his erection press against your thigh.

God, fuck me..please fuck me you thought screwing your eyes shut feeling his teeth nip at your pulse point "say it." He growled, the husky tone of his voice making you shiver "w..what." you breathed when he pulled back looking into you eyes, his hand gently gripping your chin "I want to hear you say it." He growled his jaw clenching as he watched you with an intensity that sent electricity up your spine "i..I want..." you stuttered seeing his eyes darken "yes..." he encouraged rubbing his thumb across your lips "i...want you Loki." You whispered seeing him smile as he leaned down to your ear "do you want me to fuck you y/n?" He breathed as you gripped the table screwing your eyes shut "y..yes...please." You said, opening your eyes meeting his "norns..." he whispered as he lunged forward his lips crashing onto to yours, his hand going to the back of your head as he guided you down onto your back.

Arching your back feeling the cold wood through your thin tank top "I need to feel you...now." loki growled against your lips as his other hand slid up your side to the bottom of your shirt "as much as I love seeing you in my colors..." he trailed off standing up his hand slipped out from under your head joining the other, hearing a loud rip you gasped feeling the cold air hit your bare skin, looking down seeing your shirt ripped in half "gorgeous." Loki purred placing a large hand on your stomach, his finger tips ghosting over your skin as he slowly slid it up to the valley of your breasts gently pushing you back down. "One more thing." He smiled when you heard another rip, feeling your shorts and panties pulled from you. "Norns....you truly are magnificent." He purred as he wrapped his hands around your thighs sliding you to the edge.

"Loki...." you moaned feeling his clothed cock press against your core "I know my dear, be patient for me." He groaned lifting his hand a green light swept down across him, shivering feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance "are you ready love?" He asked making you look up, his smile melting your insides as his thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs "y..yes....please loki." You whined laying back stretching your arms above your head "mmm....we'll have to look into that." He growled as he leaned over, his large body hovering over yours as he pushed his hips forward, stretching you slowly as he entered you. "Gods your...mmm tight." He groaned, bucking his hips forward making you gasp as he bottomed out.

"Holy fuck." You cried out digging your nails into the table as he leaned further over you, his eyes meeting yours "are you ok dear? Do you wish to stop?" He asked, concern lacing his tone as you stared up at him "God no!" You rushed out wrapping your legs around his middle, a deep rumble coming from his chest as he laughed "loki?" You asked wrapping your fingers around the end of the table "move...now" you demanded shifting your hips "as you wish." He growled as he planted one large hand next to your head, the other gripping your hip as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in before slowly pushing back in.

"H...holy...." you moaned as he set a steady pace, burying his cock further inside you then anyone ever had God, he's ruined me you thought when he suddenly snapped his hips hard against yours jolting you up the table "that was the idea my dear." He growled "my cock will be the only one that can satisfy you." He said gritting his teeth as he slammed into you "Loki!!" You cried out gripping the edge of the table "the only pleasure you will find is impaled upon me as I bury myself in your perfect cunt." He said, his fingers digging into your flesh as he set a brutal pace, the table shifting under his thrusts as he consumed you. "F...fuck! Loki...ahhh....i.....im...." you cried out as his tip hit that soft spot deep inside you "are you going to come my dear?" He groaned, sliding his hand under your shoulder pulling you to him as his pelvis hit yours "y...yes....God Loki!" You yelled feeling the familiar tingle in your abdomen.

"Come y/n...come on my cock." Loki gritted as he thrust hard into you as your orgasm slammed into you screaming his name as he continued his unforgiving pace "w..whose cunt is this?" He growled digging his fingers nails into your shoulder "y..yours..." you moaned feeling another building "who....n...norns...who do you belong to?" He moaned screwing his eyes shut as you squeezed your legs around him "y...you Loki...only you!" You cried out as he bottomed out, holding himself there you felt him release deep inside you triggering a second orgasm as he slumped on top of you laying his forehead on your shoulder, his warm breath fanning your skin as you let go of the table, a hand going to the back of his head running your fingers through his hair, freezing feeling him stiffen.

Why did i do that...I shouldn't have done that you thought as you pulled your hand away "y/n?" You heard Loki ask but your thoughts drowned him out i....I should go...this was probably a one time thing... "y/n look at me." Loki's voice rang out again as you tried to slip out from under him what am I going to cover up with....I need to get back to my.... "y/n!" Loki yelled making jump, your eyes shooting to his "apologies, I did not mean to yell but you were lost." He said as he grabbed your hand helping you sit up "now, let me make one thing perfectly clear." He said raising his hand again, the same green light traveling across your skin as your clothes reappeared "you...are mine now." He said leaning forward "you are not a one night stand, you never were...you deserve much more then that." He said as you looked down fidgeting with your fingers "you deserved to be treated as a queen, a goddess...my goddess." He said brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face

"so y/n, will you alow me to take you out?" He asked as you looked up at him "m...me? You want to date me?" You asked laughing but seeing Loki looking more serious then you ever had "I um...I'd like that Loki, very much." You said seeing him smile "how about we go to my chambers and you put on one of your midgaridian films and we can talk more hm?" He asked making you smile "that sounds nice." You said sliding off the table as he held his hand out, placing your hand in his He linked your fingers together as he guided you down the hallway to his room "loki, does that mean your my...boyfriend?" You asked as he smiled down at you opening his door "you may call me whatever you wish, as long as you are mine." He said as he waved you ahead of him "I'll always be yours....my king." You said walking through the doorway "mmm....now that will get you more then you bargained for." He growled following you "oh, I'm counting on it." You smiled closing the door behind him.

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

What about size kink for your Loki kinky drabbles?

Anything for you, my love!

"God's Burden"

As two young adults "experimenting" for the first time, Loki pulls it out for you, and you can't believe what you see.

Content Warning (18+ ONLY): size kink, both of you are virgins so I guess a bit of innocence, coitus interruptus Word Count: 1k (sorry I tried keeping this short!)

Loki was always smaller than his brother Thor, but he was still a mammoth compared to you. That was why you adored him (well, one of the reasons). He always protected you just by being nearby. He could lift you over his shoulder with the ease of a wrestler. You always felt tiny and safe in his arms. 

Ever since you were old enough to understand what romance was, your best friend in the palace, the younger Prince himself, was always the target of your affections, and he seemed to delight in making you long for him. You knew that secretly, he was as green to the ways of sex as you were (by royal law until his wedding night), but that didn’t matter. 

Granted, hormones were hormones, and once you both reached majority age, the two of you decided to give it a try. 

It was during a banquet, so everyone else was busy entertaining and being entertained. It was only too easy for you to sneak off with Loki to his room, where you sat facing one another on his canopy bed draped in silk wearing your underthings, legs crossed, giggling and trying to somehow both turn one another on without making eye contact. 

“Loki,” you said quietly, leaning over to kiss him quickly. “Loki, I’m ready for you!”

He grinned. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, sweetheart.” 

You felt the heat rise in your face as you enjoyed just looking at his long, lean musculature. “I bet…I bet you’re big.”

He sat up a little straighter, as any young adult would do at the suggestion that they possess any superior physical traits. You only laughed louder, deciding to crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. You brought down a bold hand to his crotch, tapping gently on the twitching bulge in order to size it up. 

“Tell me, how big do you think it is?” he asked, teasingly. “Do the matrons tell you maids about our organs, or are you poor things left to fend for yourselves?”

You shrugged and pressed your palm against his erection. “I know their shape, and what they do. I’ve never seen one, of course.”

Unsure of how to evaluate what you felt, without a word you tried slipping your hand under the waist of his leggings, but he caught your hand. “Let me,” he said, going for the hooks of his pants instead. “I am at YOUR service tonight, my lady.”

He got up onto his knees, sending you back onto your rear, legs apart, leaving your own nethers exposed to the air. 

Loki freed his cock, holding it high and proud before you as he pushed his leggings down. It was…it was…

You felt a shiver of fear shoot up your spine like a missile made of ice. “Oh, Loki…we can’t.”

His face dropped. “Why? Do I intimidate you? Surely I must, for look how you tremble…”

Loki began to crawl on top of you, gently nudging you to lean back into you were all but supine. With his free hand, he caressed your face. “Are you afraid that your body won’t be able to take me?”

“Loki, it’s so…much,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words. 

He sighed. “I am a god and a royal. It is our burden that we should be so well-endowed, sweet one.” He lowered his hips, hand still on his fat cock as he began to palm himself. “Let me show you a little trick.”

He took his tip and pressed it to your opening, not going inside, but not letting up for several seconds as you gasped and caught your breath at the sudden new sensations. 

“Your folds will moisten to my delicate touch before I go inside you,” he explained. “Your body will stretch, perhaps tear every so slightly, but it will feel good to fill you. You will feel whole, fully a woman at last, and you will only desire for it to be bigger.”

He gave the slighted flick of his hips, pushing only the tip of his member into you, but it was still enough to stretch you. At that moment, you understood. You just weren’t sure how you were going to take his entire shaft once he fully impaled you, even as your walls slickened at the promise. 

“Take a moment to feel me, darling, just there,” he brought your hand down to your clit, coaxing your index finger to rub it firmly. Each tap of your finger pad sent a new pulse of orgasmic tingling up your hips and belly.  “And this will help me slip up and down even more as you get wetter and wetter…”

Suddenly, the door burst open. Both you and Loki reacted by leaping off the bed and hiding behind the mattress as Thor entered, out of breath. 

“Father knows about the two of you, and he’s incredibly angry!” he said. “He wants both of you in his throne room in five minutes! I only hope I stopped you in time!” 

“THOR! GET OUT!” Loki barked, pointing out the door, shooing him away like a dog.

After your privacy was restored, the two of you looked at one another, sadly. “I was too hesitant,” you sighed. “If I were quicker, we would have had time to--”

Loki stopped you with a sweet, innocent kiss. “No, hesitation is healthy. I would only wish for a happy, willing princess between my legs.”

“Well, you have a burden, now I have one too,” you said, smiling and quickly taking your hands from your folds to rub his cock with such pressure that he nearly fell on top of you. “I have to wait to have it all, don’t I?”

Loki nodded with a frown that somehow didn’t lessen his sex appeal. 

“I think my burden is heavier…” you squeeze his dick one more time, and he went rigid with a gasp of surprise. “..and that’s saying a lot.” 

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Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: thirst, very suggestive smut/light smut - a lot, nudity, weapons, fighting, fluff, cute family moments

Word Count: 4,1k

a/n: I love this chapter. It's probably one of my favourites. I hope you all will love it, too! 🩵

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Chapter Three - Sweet Sixteen

A dissatisfied sigh left your lips, as you felt the pillow underneath your head moving. Being still more than half asleep, you cuddled closer against the pillow again. The moment you got gently shoved off the warm underground which supported your head woke you up - just in time to see Loki standing up from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

The rising sun, which shone through the big windows illuminated his beautiful cerulean skin. His bare back; rippled with muscles almost seemed to glow - just like his gloriously naked butt and juicy thighs. Blinking, in order to get fully awake, you bit your lip. Sinful memories of the past night flooded your brain, and causing your core to throb deliciously.

Well... Since the princes had their own chambers by now, you and Loki were able to indulge way more into your love life than before; sharing some much-appreciated privacy and intimacy. Not that you and him made it work while the twins shared your chambers, but... Now it was easier.

"Where are you going, my king?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, still trying to escape the claws of sleep. "Come back to bed." You whined, reaching out your hands blindly. A low chuckle echoed through the room, as your husband appeared again in your field of view; but now fully dressed in his armour - much to your dismay. "Apologies, my love, but I promised our sons to see their development in fighting. I have to leave for the training grounds now. Unless I'll be late."

A grunt of disapproval left your lips. "They are training this early?" Loki nodded, chuckling. "As most of the time, darling. Our sons are very disciplined when it comes down to fighting. Well... At least one of them..." Loki mumbled the last sentence; voice barely audibly. "And I appreciate that, but... Can't you stay just a little longer and then leave for the training grounds?" You pouted and played with the soft duvet which was covering your naked body, causing another deep chuckle to rumble through your husband's chest. "I appreciate your eagerness, my queen, but I'm afraid not. Though, I promise to return by sunset and I shall quench your thirst." He stated, moving to hover above your upper body. The king's palms were firmly pressed in the mattress, left and right beside your arms to hold his body up. His biceps and abs bulged deliciously, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Promised?" Loki's face was mere inches above yours now. Strands of raven hair tickling the side of your face. "Promised." His lips slotted over yours, kissing you with all the love and desire he held for you. It only managed to intoxicate you even further; making it even harder to let him go. So, you just decided to start a last try to convince him to stay.

You placed your palms on his abs, feeling the muscles flex beneath your hands, while you kept kissing him. You lingered there only for a few moments, before you let one hand wander lower. Your fingertips traced a line from his belly button, through the soft, silken hairs of his happy trail, to the hem of his ancient armour inspired loincloth. Just when you had slipped your fingers halfway underneath the garment, Loki's big hand was suddenly on yours; enveloping your wrist. His lips left yours with a pop. "Ah-ah, my queen," he tutted and gently pulled your hand away, before intertwining it with his. "As much as I'd love your hand down there... I really have to go." You huffed out a defeated breath and nodded. "Fine. Go, my king - as long as you keep your promise..." A cheeky, mischievous smirk darted over the Frost Giant's face. "Oh don't worry, my love. I want to keep this promise as much as you want me to." Loki whispered in a low voice and bestowed a last kiss on your lips - which you reciprocated hungrily.

Pulling away with a chuckle, your husband shook his head. "You are so insatiable recently, love... Merely letting me out of your sight - and bed." You just shrugged your shoulders; biting your lip. "Well... I just enjoy that we've got a bit more alone time and privacy at the moment. Happens not very often." "I agree - and I like it as well." With a wink, Loki let go of you and turned to walk to the door. "I'll see you tonight." You nodded, smiling. "I love you. Tell the boys I'm proud of them." "I love you even more. And yes, I shall do that."

Loki left the palace; greeting the guards, maids and other royal stuff on his way and headed for the training grounds. From afar, he already recognised his son's battle cries. Áki. Smiling, he leaned against one of the stone columns and watched him moving almost gracefully over the sandy underground, yielding his wooden training sword. Áki had a lot of potential to become a great warrior. He was even seen as the ideal warrior - by all the other fighters, Loki himself, Ymir (His mentor; named after the first Jotun.) and even his advisors. It caused proudness to flood the king's veins.

He admired his son for a few minutes, hidden by the column; watching his good work. But not just how hard and diligent he trained, no... It had Loki realising, that this wasn't his little boy anymore. Áki was slowly but surely growing into a man. His hair was longer now, almost reaching his shoulders. His muscles weren't anymore the muscles of a child, but a young man. Áki's shoulders became broader, his torso stronger. By the norns, Loki could even make out the subtle hints of a soft stubble on his chin. The king sighed, shaking his head. How fast time was flying by... They were just infants and now only a few months away from turning sixteen...

Crossing his arms over his muscular chest, Loki stepped out of the shadows, looking at Áki and Ymir, before scanning the area. Where was his other son? Váli was nowhere to be seen. "Dad!" Áki's voice urged to his ears, causing him to smile again. He walked over and placed a hand on his son's sweaty shoulder. Áki wasn't quite as tall as Loki - yet. "Hello, my son. I hope I'm not too late?" Áki smiled as well, shaking his head. "You're not. Just in time." Ymir gave Loki a nod, before bowing his head obediently. "My king."

Loki looked around once again, now frowning. "Where's your brother?" The young prince shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since yesterday." The king's eyes then drifted over to the warrior. "I haven't seen him either, your highness. Since a long time, actually. The last time he visited the training grounds was, I believe... a few weeks ago. Perhaps even months." Loki nodded, still frowning.

The princes weren't forced to train, in order to sharpen their fighting skills, but it was highly expected. A prince who couldn't fight and defend himself? Almost scandalous. Yet, Loki would never force his sons to do anything - except it was tradition. The traditions had to be maintained. Fighting wasn't one of them - and yet it surprised Loki to hear that his son had skipped the lessons so often.

"I'll talk to Váli. But for now..." Loki pulled out his beautifully crafted sword. "Show me what you learned." Áki grinned, taking a fighting position. "With pleasure, dad. Get ready to lose." His words made Loki chuckle. "Quite confident, aren't we? Last time we fought, you were the one who lost, son." "That may be true; but I learned."

It was late in the morning, when you decided to finally leave your bed. It had been way too comfortable to stand up - although Loki was missing beside you. Also deciding to flee from quite a few trade documents, who wished to be read and possibly signed, you made your way down the halls towards the library. A book and perhaps a cup of tea was exactly what you wanted today. Just a day off; regaining your strength. So, you told one of the maids that you wished to not be disturbed. With a nod and a curtsy, she left again, telling it the other royal stuff members and especially the royal advisors.

Closing the doors to the library behind yourself, you sighed, smiling. Silence. How soothing for your ears.

You took your time in searching for a book you'd like to read. No stress; no hurry. After you made your choice, you were about to sit down onto one of the comfortable armchairs, when an idea crossed your mind... The secret reading spot. Nobody knew about it. Except you, Loki and your sons. Clapping the book shut again, you climbed the stairs and the little ladder, which led to the hatch - and the hatch led to a little, hidden room behind the countless shelves of books. Loki showed you - though he was almost too tall to fit through the passageway. The little room was cosy furnished by your family and made to escape the royal life for a while.

Oblivious, you closed the hatch behind yourself - and looked up; almost getting a heart attack at the pair of identical Y/E/C eyes looking at you. "By the norns, Váli!" You yelped; hand draped across your heaving chest. The teenager smiled bashfully. "A-Apologies, mum." You took deep breaths, sitting down beside him on the countless pillows, blankets and furs. "What in all the nine realms are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the training grounds with your brother and father?" The young man's cheeks reddened. "I-I should, yes, but..." Váli sighed, shutting the book he was reading. "I don't like the fighting, mum. I don't want to become a warrior like Áki. I'd rather spend my time here in the library, reading and learning new things." He paused, fumbling nervously with his fingers. "I know the basics of fighting. Áki and Ymir taught me - a-and I think that's enough. I must confess that I've been skipped the training already for weeks... I-I'm so sorry, mum, I-" The prince said almost panicky, causing you to jump in. You placed a hand on his tunic clad shoulder and smiled. "It's alright, sweetheart. I can understand. Even though I loved to fight when I was younger - like you know. Without it, I wouldn't have met your father; but I do. I really understand. This is who you are - who you want to be... And that is just fine…" You gazed lovingly into your son's eyes, witnessing his features soften and his lips twitching into a smile. The hand on his shoulder went to cup his cheek. "…as long as you know how to at least protect yourself, so I don't have to worry." Váli placed his big hand over yours, shaking his head; causing his short, blonde curls to bounce. "You won't ever have to worry, mum. I promise." You smiled and couldn't help yourself from hugging him. Something Váli gladly returned.

A few moments passed, until your son spoke up again. "So... I came here to flee from my training... From what or who are you fleeing?" A small sparkle of mischief glinted in his eyes. Váli may have been the more sensitive and sensible one of twins, but nevertheless... He was his father's child.

You giggled, shaking your head. "From my royal duties." The prince chuckled as well. "Yeah, thought so."

It was already late in the evening, when Loki returned to the palace with Áki. The father and son duo spent the whole day on the training grounds. While Loki was still up to the mark and not tired at all, Áki was lacking quite a bit stamina - yet. The teenager was worn out and tired and therefore retreated straight to his chambers - probably sleeping through.

"It has been a very successful day today. I'm proud of you, son. Of course, you still have to learn a lot of things, but... I have the feeling you are born for this. You're doing great. Keep it up - but don't forget the other important things in life." It was an allusion to the young prince's royal duties, which he liked to neglect from time to time. Áki smiled, blushing slightly, but nodded. "I will, dad, I promise. And thank you. I love to train with you. I hope we can do this more often." A chuckle rumbled through the Frost Giant's chest. "Is Ymir not satisfying enough, young warrior?" "No, no. Ymir is great, but... You are better. The greatest warrior Jotunheim has ever seen - and my dad." Loki nodded, understood what Áki meant and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I know what you mean. I promise you I'll take time to train with you. Being the king isn't an easy task and utterly busy, but... Family is way more important. Although, I can't always leave the duties to your mother. She's got enough of her own." "I understand." "I know you do." The king patted his son's shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night's rest." "Thanks, dad. You too - and... Greet mum, please. I haven't seen her all day..." "I will."

After saying goodbye to his one son, Loki marched straight to the chambers of his other son - which weren't far away. Just down the hallway. Knocking gently, he waited for an answer. A few moments later, he got one. "Come in!" Váli's voice urged to Loki's ears from behind the door. He stepped inside and found his son nestled in front of the fireplace, reading. The nights had started to become quite cold, indicating that autumn was on his way. Váli lifted his head, in order to see who the 'intruder' was. His eyes widened immediately, when they landed on his father. "O-Oh, hello, d-dad." He clapped the book shut, putting it aside. "C-Can I help you with something?" Váli was nervous and frankly a bit afraid, because he knew exactly what was going on.

Loki gave him a nod, before he crossed his arms over his chest, muscles bulging. "You weren't on the training grounds today... And Ymir told me that you missed his fighting lessons quite often... Why?" Loki could see how the teenager swallowed and started to play with his fingers nervously. The conversation for him like a déjà vu, since he had talked with you about it this morning as well.

"I-I am sorry, dad, it's just..." He sighed. "I, uh, I don't like the fighting. I don't want to become a warrior like Áki. I'd rather spent the whole day in the library. Reading books, learning things." Loki was quite a bit speechless. He knew, of course, how much his son loved his books, but he didn't expect that. "A-And I know that I have to be able to defend myself - which I understand! I do. I really do - and I am more than capable of doing so. I can defend myself if I have to. I learned the basics of fighting and that's enough." Váli paused, taking a deep breath, while his father still listened patiently to what he has to say. "I-I hope you understand that. Y-You once said that you wouldn't force us to do anything besides tradition, so please, dad... Please don't-" That was the moment Loki had to jump in.

"Váli..." He walked over to his son, laid his arm around his shoulder and guided him to sit down on the little fur clad sofa beside the fireplace. "Me, nor your mother would force you to do anything you don't want to. That's what I once said, yes... And it never changed. That point still stands. It always will. If you prefer reading than fighting, then by the norns, be it this way." The king smiled at the prince, who was visibly relieved. "Nevertheless, I'd like to test your skills. See if you really are able to defend yourself. It's important." Váli nodded. "Okay." "Okay. Let's say tomorrow?" Once again, a nod. "Tomorrow." "Good." Loki clapped his son gently on the back and stood up. "I'll leave you to your book now. I am sure your mother awaits me already." Váli smiled. "Thank you, dad." He gave him a nod, "Of course." and turned to leave. "I wish you a good night's rest."

After the important conversation with his son, Loki made his way quickly and full of anticipation to his and your shared chambers. After all, there was some... unfinished business between you and him. When he finally reached the door, he practically stormed in - only the find the chambers empty, except for a maid, who was currently cleaning up. The maid noticed him of course immediately and quickly curtsied. "Oh, good evening, your majesty." Loki gave her a nod. "Have you seen my wife? Do you know where she is?" "Yes, my king. She is having her supper." Oh... Too bad, Loki thought, but decided not to join you. He'd wait for you. "Thank you. Leave now, please. I wish to be alone." The maid curtsied again, "Of course, my king." and hurried to leave the royal chambers.

The king decided to take a bath; get rid of all the sweat, grime and dust, while he waited for you to return.

Putting your spoon aside, you stood up from the table. "Your majesty, have you had enough to eat? Can I bring you something else?" You shook your head and smiled at the young maid. "No, thank you. I'll retreat to the chambers for the night." The young female Jotun nodded and curtsied. "Very well, my queen." "Oh, do you know if my husband and son already returned?" She shook her head. "Unfortunately, not. No." "Alright, thank you. Good night." "Good night, your highness."

While the maids already hurried to clean everything up, you left the dining hall and made your way back towards your chambers.

Softly closing the door behind yourself, you decided to go to bed early today. A long, rough day of neglected work was coming your way, without a doubt. And since Loki hasn't returned yet either...

You stepped over to the bed you shared with the king. With a sigh, you reached behind yourself and started to undo the laces of the corset you wore. It was attached to a beautifully tailored skirt. The colours were a rich gold and a deep green, showing of course to whom your heart belonged. Loki. You may be living on Jotunheim now, surrounded by your folk, the Jotuns, but nevertheless... You were still an Æsir and also loved to wear Asgardian dresses. It was a part of who you were. A part of yourself.

Your hands worked blindly on unlacing the corset, causing you to highly concentrate on the difficult task ahead. You were so focused, that you didn't notice the calculated steps, coming your way. Loki was lurking behind you in the dark, like a predator was observing his prey. The moment you started to undress; his eyes never left your body for a second. Fixated on what was his. Now, he was standing right behind you; your intoxicating scent invading his system like a drug. He was never going to get tired of this. Never. His eyes trailed over your back; followed the sliver of skin, which peeked through the gap of the unlaced corset. Ruby orbs settled on your hands, as he watched them work. It was a feast for his eyes and probably selfish, but he couldn't help himself.

His fingers twitched; eager to touch you. Loki managed to control himself for quite a few moments, but at some point, he just couldn't take it anymore. Reaching out his arms, he enveloped your hands, causing you to flinch. But he leaned quickly forward, bestowing a sensual kiss on the skin where your neck met your shoulder, reassuring you. "Shh, it's me, my queen," the king whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine at his deep, raspy voice. His hands gently removed yours, as he took the laces in his own hands, unlacing the corset for you. Once that was done, you felt his fingertips dancing over the sliver of freed skin, before he slipped both his hands inside your dress, in order to shove the expensive garment over your shoulders and down your arms; letting it fall to the ground. Now you stood in front of him almost naked. Your white undergarment was the last thing covering you. Although Loki made quick work of ridding you of those as well; leaving you now completely bare. You could feel his ruby eyes on you again; followed by his sinful touch. Palms coming to rest right above your hip bones; thumbs caressing the soft skin on your lower back. You shivered again; heartbeat increasing. Loki's touch never failed to overwhelm you in so many different ways. It had never changed. From the moment he touched you for the first time, through all the years and now.

His hands lingered there only for a few moments, before they started their journey. They travelled upwards, passing by your hips and waist, until they landed on your ribcage - mere inches underneath the swell of your breasts. Your breathing was already ragged; growing more and more unsteady the further up his hands travelled. But it failed you for a second, when they stopped so close in front of their destination. He was teasing you. "L-Loki," you breathed; already pleading him. He had you - without a doubt. Loki just had to snap his fingers and you were a chaotic, aroused mess for him.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Already begging me, darling? Isn't my touch enough?" He asked in a low, husky voice, tightening his grip. You whimpered - in desperation. Loki chuckled once more; hands starting to roam your body again - but missing the parts where you needed him the most. "My queen..." He whispered hoarsely. "You are divine. I swear, I will never tire of you. Still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A feast for the eyes." He was so close to you. So close, that you could feel his hot breath tickling the skin on your neck. "My eyes only, of course. You belong to me. You are mine." Loki pressed another feverish kiss on your neck. "Let me worship you." Kiss. "Let me make love to you." Kiss. "M-My king, I-I-" He grinded his hips against your back, causing you to cut off your own sentence; mouth forming a perfect 'o'. He was naked. Your eyelids fell shut; a ragged breath leaving your lips.

"Time to keep my promise," your husband growled into your ear, as he pushed you forward - walking you closer to the bed. Before your body could hit the sheets, he turned you around, so you were sitting on the edge of the bed - with Loki towering above you know. Finally, you could lay your eyes upon your handsome man. He had freshly bathed. You could tell by the wet strands of his raven hair. Small droplets of water were still running down his cerulean skin, making their way down his entire body. His ruby eyes were an even darker shade of red; clouded by lust. You took the few moments, in which you just shamelessly stared at him. Time to tease him a bit.

Loki was staring down at you as well. One hand was in his hair, smoothing back his wet hair, while the other was... Your eyes lowered, landing on his crotch. Oop. You smirked and reached out your hand, batting his away - which caused a low groan to escape his throat. Placing both your palms on his thick, muscular thighs, you rubbed them up and down his long femurs; not missing to dig your fingernails into the supple skin - causing Loki to hiss. Close. But not close enough. "My love..." He whined; abs clenching in pure, primal desperation. You smiled again, biting your lips. Just a bit more.

"Aren't you tired, my king? After a whole day of fighting? Don't you wish to go to bed immediately?" You teased him further. Loki shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. "My queen... You-" He groaned again, as you traced the inside of his thighs; muscles twitching, hips bucking. "You were saying, my king?" Loki swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "Y-You of all the p-people should know how much s-stamina I have." That was true. "Mhh, indeed." Your hands moved to his ass, urging him to step closer. "Then show me again how much stamina you got."

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 12

Black White and Midnight Blue | Loki x Reader

You and Loki repay your debt to the Avengers by attending Baron Zemo's exclusive Hampton's dinner. But when an unexpected guest arrives, you find yourself the centre of attention.

Warnings: Baron Zemo chat (I hate that guy), mention of PTSD and anxiety for reader, angst, whump/hurt (the comfort comes next chapter!)

A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken ages and it's not the extra long chapter I promised because, in the end, the extra bit just made sense further along in the story telling. We're really moving the plot along at pace in this chapter and revealing a bit more about our antagonists so I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for sticking with this!

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There was a time in your life when you had only ever dreamt of sitting beside the Avengers in their luxurious top floor office, discussing plans to save the world. Like everyone else, you’d seen the news, watched the footage of them battling in New York and been awed by their bravery and prowess. But now, seeing them argue and having felt their fear and wrath, you only felt cold. 

Their icy demeanors hadn’t thawed since you returned, the truce between the heroes and Loki was dangerously thin, held together only by Thor’s surprisingly adept diplomacy and their need for you. 

Below the table you felt the only warmth in the room, Loki’s hand on your thigh, pressing his fingertips just a little harder than normal, to help you feel grounded. Below the surface you could feel his magic thrumming, restrained in its frustrations, straining against its bonds in an attempt to be freed. It was a feeling you could empathise with, your magic called back to him, coiled inside of you ready to strike. 

The poor weather of mid autumn had kept you trapped inside and unable to practise the depths of your magic as you wanted to. But when you were alone together, your sedir tangled with his and had allowed you to make and support illusions both beautiful and romantic. 

You sighed, bathing in the memory of Loki twirling you around his bedroom, transformed for the evening into a miniature Asgardian ballroom.

Hands clasped, one steadying palm at the small of your back as the waltz rose around you. His intricate steps leading you into dizzying turns. 

Your memories blurred together, dances from aeons past melting into this perfect evening. 

“Are you two listening to me?” Steve barked, hands on his hips as he commanded the room, a large leather binder spread open on the table in front of him. 

“Of course we are, Captain.” Loki drawled, a note of disdain lingering in the otherwise quiet room. 

“Yes, Captain Rogers.” You answered, earning a tickle of long fingers along the inside of your knee from Loki. 

Such a good girl 

A teasing warmth spread over your skin, starting in the dimple of soft flesh that Loki had pinched and up your spine. 

I just want to get this done with

“As I was saying,” he coughed, flipping a page in his folder, “Loki and Estrid -” 

“Oh, you don't have to start using that name-” you interjected. 

Since returning from Tønsberg you’d shared your new name with the group for clarity. But it still felt odd to have an entirely different identity. Though there were things you could become accustomed to, your new name was proving to be a sticking point. 

“Loki and Estrid -” Steve continued. 

“Lady Estrid,” Loki interrupted, leaning forwards across the table and flourishing a gold pen from the thin air around his hand, “if you're going to ignore her wishes, you could at least be correct, Captain, allow me to update your little record for you. It’s Lady Estrid, Princess of -” 

“If you want to use it, then just Estrid is fine.” You took the pen from his hand and placed it carefully on the table where it melted into the surface leaving a faint trace of gold.  

“Darling you should -” 

“It’s fine, Loki, let’s just-” you tipped your head towards the waiting team and raised your eyebrows. 

Please, let it go

Never, you deserve to be treated with respect, especially from these cretins

I know, I know, but the sooner we’re done here the sooner we can just leave

Loki scowled, but turned back to Steve, “continue.” 

Steve returned the scowl and went back to his book, “Loki and Estrid will use their powers to infiltrate the party and separate at the bar, your new identities will be in your briefing packs and outfits will be provided. Although I suppose, should the need arise, you will both be able to create disguises. Should you be compromised this will be key to your escape. 

“Loki, you’ll head to the office room so that you can break into the safe. There should be a laptop in there with - well, possibly best if you don’t know. But it’s important. Estrid you’ll be keeping people away, providing cover as this is your first op. Loki, you should hand the laptop over to Natasha who’ll be waiting here -” a map flashed up above the desk in the same, obnoxiously bright blue and orange that all of Stark’s designs seemed to favour.

You and Loki leant back in your chairs to get a better look. “Natasha will be waiting in the first of the get-away vehicles. It’s important that you both stay at the party for at least a short while so as to not raise suspicions. When it’s time for you to leave we’ll let you know through your comms. Understood?” 

“Understood,” you nodded at Steve. 

“Loki?” The Captain stared pointedly at the Prince sitting next to you who had become so bored he’d produced a nail file from somewhere and was carefully tidying up the edge of his middle finger.  

“You understand that I’m a God? This is not the first time I’ve been in a raiding party.” Loki raised one eyebrow, “I think between us we’re perfectly capable. Now, my darling, can we leave?” Loki had a way of speaking to you as if there was no one else in the room, clear and direct, his eyes focussed on you entirely and it made you tingle all over. 

“Yes, we can go.” You allowed yourself a small smile at his impatience and took his outstretched hand, allowing your gaze to rise up his lean, muscular body. 

The two of you had barely left Loki’s rooms since your date, snuggled together in blissful solitude morning and night. Just being in the conference room felt painful and you longed to return to the comfort of Loki’s bedroom. 

“But we still have -” Steve started. 

“My Ásynja has said that it’s time for us to go,” Loki cut off Steve’s protests and turned his back on the Avengers, tucking your hand into his elbow and leading you back to his quarters. 

The light glimmered off your dress as you stepped from the dark interior of the limo and out onto into the softly lit courtyard of Baron Zemo’s Hampton’s residence. Behind the tall gates and stone walls, New York’s most wanted were being wined and dined while the Avengers set up their checkpoints in the inky darkness of the beach and grassland that surrounded the vast estate. 

Loki kept hold of your hand once the door closed behind you, tucking your fingers into the crook of his elbow, the soft wool material of his suit warmed your palm while you looked up at the towering mansion. Behind the stone walls the home itself looked almost cosy, warm lights detailing the traditional white wood and blue accents. Who could have known that behind the white linen curtains lurked so many criminals, the blood on their hands enough to fill the tinkling fountain in the centre of the courtyard. 

You squeezed Loki’s arm to get his attention. 

“Yes, darling.” His voice was a low purr against the backdrop of muffled string music and laughter. 

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered, stepping closer to him, “what if I can’t hold this shape?” 

The entire operation was dependent on you and Loki pretending to be a minor couple from one of the European crime families trying to break new ground in America. When you’d questioned where the real couple would be, Steve had told you not to worry about it. But Tony gleefully explained that he had arranged for Natasha to pay the mysterious pair a visit just before their limo was due to arrive. You hadn’t dared to think about where she’d put them for the duration of the evening. 

“You can and you will,” he assured, tugging you closer, “and then we can be free of this nonsense, Ásynja, and we can return to Tønsberg together.” Behind the illusion, you saw the flash of Loki’s blue eyes, a shimmer of gold, of promise, and you straightened yourself. “It doesn’t hurt that you look absolutely radiant, my darling.” He grinned, appraising the black cocktail dress that had been chosen for you. It was a very beautiful dress, and although you’d become rather accustomed to wearing green and blue, you had accepted that it was your job to blend in tonight and not stand out. 

“Loki,” you gave an embarrassed whisper. 

“Well, you do.” He said, matter of factly. “It’s incredibly distracting.” 

You grinned back, “you look very handsome too..”

“Then let’s make our entrance.” Even under his vanir the same mischievous look past over his eyes. 

Loki gave your hand one last squeeze before guiding you up the steps and into the foyer, ready for your first mission. 

Inside, the party appeared to be in full swing. The host, Baron Zemo, held court at the centre of the room, talking animatedly with a large group of men all dressed almost identically in luxurious looking black tuxedos. Hanging off their arms were some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, the jewels dangling from their ears catching in the soft lighting, their tinkling laughs cutting through the gruff bluster of their dates. 

Loki had already clocked at least two doors that he would need to check, you could tell by the way he squeezed your arm as you passed by the quiet porter who took your coats at the door. He would have to sneak off soon, but it was your job to stay at the bar installed in the corner of the large dining room, to talk to anyone leaving the Baron’s circle of confidence who might become suspicious about Loki’s whereabouts and, in the event anyone left the room, you could alert Loki or try to cause a diversion to allow him time to secure the laptop and escape.

Together you made your way across the crowded room to the bar and ordered drinks, taking only the barest sip to keep sober. Although the sedatives that you were used to taking had completely worn off, you were liable to get very drunk, very quickly, when you were nervous and you had never had to maintain a completely different body while drinking. You hoped that twirling your straw flirtatiously would be enough to look natural while Loki scoped out the room. 

“It’s time, darling.” He whispered in your ear, his familiar scent ghosting over you, despite his unfamiliar appearance. He traced the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose and then kissed your cheek, leaving you with goosebumps appearing on your arms. 

Loki siddled away from the bar, blending into the shadowed edges of the room and vanishing from sight as he rounded the corner into the area roped off as ‘private’. 

Alone, you surveyed the room again, watching as the Baron captivated his laughing audience with another tale of his debauchery, the crispness of his starched shirt hiding the clearly healing cuts and bruises below.

 You’d heard stories about him, mostly from the Avengers themselves, about how he had tried to break them, how he had manipulated his way into the compound and triggered Bucky. The super soldier hadn’t been around for that conversation, but Steve had looked over your shoulder as if he could still see the image of his best friend, snarling like a feral beast as he tore his way through the compound. Natasha had reassured you that it couldn’t happen again, but it wasn’t Bucky you were afraid of. He seemed to be as much a victim as circumstance as you, always grimacing before a fight and never bragging about his victories. He was trapped in that compound just as you had been, his only comfort the red headed spy that he was dancing around approaching. 

The reassurances of the Avengers meant nothing to you, because it wasn’t Bucky or the Winter Soldier you were afraid of. It wasn’t even necessarily the Baron and his despicable friends, although the easy way he spoke about death had sent a chill down your spine. 

The people you were really afraid of, who made your skin crawl and your head hurt. The people you really wanted to be away from... It was the Avengers and Agents that swarmed the compound, the way they recited their allegiance to each other and bowed down to Stark and his wealth. 

That scared you more than anything else, because it left you with no one to trust. 

No one but Loki. 

It brought a familiar, nagging, question back to the front of your mind. If the Baron had been neutralised, why were you even here in the first place? No one had told you and it was really the last place you wanted to be while you were still recovering from your ordeal. 

What if the kidnappers were here, what if he was part of it? Your heart beat sped up, your chest feeling tight as your breath became shallow. 

You turned away from the bar and carefully dabbed at your tearline, catching the tears before they fell and tucking your now mascara stained handkerchief back into your clutch bag, allowing yourself time to play with your bracelet, hidden inside, flashing in the candle light as the only way to sooth your fractured nerves. For the first time you’d do anything to go back to your slow and steady life from before, to not know about this world or any of these so called powers, if this is where it got you. 

Risking a look up at the room you were relieved to see no one had even noticed you, and you allowed yourself to think of the one thing that was keeping you going, Loki. If none of this happened, there’d be no Loki and, powers or not, he was the first positive thing to come into your life in a long time. Or, if your memories were right, to come back into your life. 

Your breathing evened out at the thought of him, the way he’d smiled so softly while helping you shift into this new form. How he’d kissed your temple while waiting for the limousine and held your hand the entire way. He’d promised to reward you for your bravery as soon as the laptop had been handed over and, if it was anything like his other ‘rewards’ it was certainly worth looking forward to. 

Just as you were settling into the thought of falling into bed with Loki, a ripple of fear rolled up your spine and a scream cut through the gentle tones of the string quartet. You span around, leaping to your feet, your hands held in front of you just as Loki had taught you, ready to defend yourself against the mobsters. 

But there was no gun fight, no knives drawn, instead the room began to fill with blinding light, so white you had to cover your eyes with your hands, pressing so hard you could see stars as the other guests began to scream and shout. 

“Estrid, are you there?” Natasha’s voice crackled in your ear, so far away and useless as you backed away to crouch down behind the spindly barstool. Suddenly this entire operation seemed like a terrible idea. 

“I’m here, but so is something else, where’s Loki?” Your voice cracked, hoping he was close by. 

“He secured the item, it’s with me and he’s heading back to the party-” Natasha’s response was cut off by the familiar feeling of Loki’s presence entering your thoughts. 

I’m here, I’m safe, are you?

It floated to you through the chaos, anchoring you to your spot. If he was coming then you could hold yourself for now, though you were too scared to even breathe properly. Each inhale felt jagged, like ice in your lungs. 

There’s someone here, it’s so bright, I can’t see, I don’t know what’s happening

“Estrid, come in? - Report? - Estrid!” Natasha shouted, the distinctive click of her trying different channels before returning to yours made your head ache. Slowly, trying not to draw attention to yourself, you popped out the earbud and placed it in your bag, silencing the electric hum of the comms. 

Everything else went silent then and, for a few seconds, you thought it might be over, but then there was a hand on your elbow, pulling you up and out from your hiding place. You hoped it was Loki and that the change in his cologne was due to his needing to hide, but an uneasy feeling had already settled over you. 

“Loki?” You whispered, “can I open my eyes?” 

“You can open your eyes, child.” The speaker had a deep, rough voice, as if it hadn’t been used in many years, the words jagged and jarring, pulling at your memories. 

“Child?” You cracked one eye open enough to see who had spoken, the room was still white, but between the two of you it flowed as a golden river, dust motes dancing in the air and rather than being blinded as you imagined, it made you think of your Grandfather and hazy summer afternoons with the windows open wide and the dust motes dancing in the air.

Around you the party goers were locked, stock still, in time, their hands over their faces as yours had been. 

“Come, Estrid, I have been looking for you.” He moved his hands to cup your cheeks, turning your face up to him as you opened your eyes. In slow motion he smiled down at you and you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you. 

The man before you was tall and fair, blonde curls fell in perfect tendrils over his broad shoulders and the green cloak that fell to the floor in waves. On one shoulder a silver pin kept his cape attached to his tunic, as if he’d stepped straight from a history book into the party. Although the room was already bright, he seemed to be lit from within, like he was standing in the summer afternoon sun. His eyes were bright too, but not with anger. 

“Who are you?” You asked, though it was clear this was another god, you willed Loki to arrive, none of these mortals would be able to help you now and despite your training you felt powerless. All of your energy was focussed on maintaining your illusion, just in case there was someone looking. 

“Ah, child, of course, you do not remember. I forget myself, that we have not seen each other these past centuries. It is I, Lugh.” He stepped back and placed his hands back on the pommel of the broad sword hanging from hip and nodded his head politely. “I knew your mother, long ago, she was dear to my heart and I had searched for you, her beloved daughter, for many years. I have sent for you, though you escaped my man.” He smiled at you indulgently, “you always were such trouble, Estrid. Whatever will we do with you?” 

His words were soft and he was honest and friendly as if he knew you well, but all you could hear were the shouts of your memories. 

Insolent welp

Disgusting

Fallen

You’d been dragged around, half starved, poisoned and beaten. The anxiety that had gripped you so tightly just moments before morphed inside of you, a tight, heavy rage bubbled and filled every pore. How dare he. How dare anyone. Turn up now and play nicely after you had been passed around like a spare part.

“Get away from me.” You kept your voice low, clenching your fists at your side as your anger bubbled within. “Get away from me, right now.” Your rage, like lava, moved in slow motion, rising slowly and heavily. 

“Child, it is imperative you -” 

“No!” You shouted, the light blared brighter, the bulbs smashing around you like fireworks. 

The man reached forwards, and as his fingers touched your own the bubble inside burst and your magic took over, wrapping you in leather and velvet, a shining silver breastplate and epaulettes were revealed by the shimmering blue flame that danced over your body. The meagre outfit you’d once conjured with Loki and Thor was a mere memory compared to the battle ready armour. In your hand you now held a long spear and, as you watched, the flame danced to it’s place upon it, flaring and then dancing in the air. 

But he didn’t let go and as he tightened his grip you were overtaken by the memory of winters in front of a huge fire, piles of furs surrounding you and your mother, sipping wine in a cup and laughing. The snow beyond the entrance of the room fell in soft flakes and the fire smelt of pine and peat. The man was there laughing too, toasting with your mother. 

“You are truly a kind friend, Lugh, to host us so.” Your mothers voice was warm and rich, like sweet chocolate and spice. 

“Brigid, my dearest friend, it is an honour to have you and your beautiful daughter stay with me on your journey home.” 

“Ah, we should discuss that later,” your mother nodded towards you, “I have been planning for Estrid’s future and I fear - sweet girl, perhaps you should go and play a while.” Your mother pointed towards a neat looking pile of woollen capes and a young boy, so familiar, with bright eyes. 

“Go, Estrid, enjoy the snowfall.” Lugh touched the top of your head as he passed and you were thrown back into yourself. 

The man took a step back, his own five pointed spear tapping the floor and, behind him, Loki stood aghast but smiling only for you, his own battle armour shimmering gold and his horns brushing the doorframe. 

“You heard the lady, back away, now.” Loki strode forwards, twin daggers appearing in a flash of magic, he turned his head away from the bright light of the stranger, only facing him when his magic had conjured a pair of black sunglasses to protect his eyes. 

The man sighed and banged the end of his spear on the floor again, a red flame appearing which he swung in a wide arc creating a barrier between himself and Loki. The wall of flames reached almost to the ceiling, blocking your escape and your rescue. 

“Loki!” You cried out, making your first move away from your position at the bar towards him, a hand reaching out, almost touching the flame.

 “Leave him!”

 You rounded on the man, your spear tipped forwards in front of you, half defensive and entirely furious, your teeth ground together. “I don’t know who you are but I won’t go with you, leave me alone!” 

The man rushed forwards, knocking your spear to the side in one deft movement and grabbing your hands, “you must listen you’re in danger. You are being hunted, you must stop using your magic and hide yourself.” 

“By you!” You fought against him, “I won’t be put back there, I won’t.” But something nagged at you, that was why the boy was so familiar, you’d seen those eyes before as the boy, now a man, had earnestly begged for you to stop using your magic. You hadn’t listened, you’d carried on and then - and then you’d been taken again. 

The man began dragging you towards the windows, the too bright light that had kept the guests subdued parted around him like smoke revealing the dark parquet floor.

“I can remove you from this place, but you must stop manifesting this armour, you do not require it and it will only draw their attention.” 

“Let her go!” Loki projected himself across the room, his body still stuck behind the flames but multiple versions of himself appearing in a semi-circle and hemming your kidnapper in. The man glowed brighter, blurring his features beyond recognition. 

With one last attempt to free you Loki, your real Loki, pushed at the flame, shooting his own magic through in one huge green blast, and knocking the man backwards and away from you. 

But you fell too. 

You cried out, rolling on the floor and landing heavily against the doorframe with a sickening thump.

<<Chapter 11

Chapter 13>>

God mentioned

This is just from my own reading, I'm by no means an expert! This is also a fictionalised version of actual mythology, just like Loki & Thor in the MCU.

Lugh: A figure in Irish mythology and belongs to the Tuatha Dé Danann. He's portrayed as a warrior but is also linked to artistic skills as well as truth telling and oath taking.

Lugh and Brigid are similar in that they are linked to many attributes.

In the Irish mythology Lugh challenges Brigid's husband, Bres, who is king. So. Take from that what you will! In this story I will be portraying Lugh and Brigid as friends and kindred spirits.

#Loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki/reader #Loki x Reader #Loki fanfic #Loki series #loki marvel #Loki x you #Loki/You #loki fanfiction #Loki smut #The Old Gods and the New #Loki fluff #loki x female reader #loki angst

[donaweasley]

I Will Find You (Part 01)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

It has been three years since Ragnarok; three years since the attack on the Statesman; three years since Loki, the love of her life, has gone. But a mysterious event tells her that he is back. Certainly! … Probably. But taking everything back to normal sometimes isn’t as simple as one might wish.

Warnings: Angst, mature themes, eventual smut in next part (with a happy ending).

Part 2 is complete! Read here!!

Read time: ~37 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

"I will find you."

With a promising squeeze of her hand, he had repeated the words "I will" before pushing her further into the escape pod, and fading away into his usual green glow.

That was the last time (Y/N) had seen him, or even heard from him. That was on the Statesman. When the ship with Asgardian refugees was under attack, (Y/N) had wanted to stay back and fight, for she was the commander of the army under Loki's rule. But her king - the only one she had truly been loyal to - had ordered her to mind the safety of the people escaping to Earth.

"We Odinsons will handle it here," he had said with his usual confident smirk.

But, for the first time in her life, she could not trust her king. Her fear - or maybe it was her instincts - had told her otherwise.

Several months prior, when Loki used to sit unchallenged on the throne of Asgard, he had described to her, in confidence, the ruthlessness of Thanos's ambitions, the extent to which this Titan could go in order to fulfil his dreams. And he was not the least ashamed to confide in her that he was scared of him; that even the thought of that monster scraped chills down his spine.

Despite all these, Loki had gone off to fight him. To save his people. To save his brother. All (Y/N) could do was beg the Norns for his safe return.

But apparently, the Norns did not hear her pleas. Thor had returned but without his brother, without the love of (Y/N)'s life. Without her betrothed.

New Asgard was built and, even though it took a lot of emotional effort and time, the survivors had gradually started calling it home.

But not (Y/N). Her home had a heartbeat. It had a warm embrace and caresses of soothing lips. Her home had magic radiating from his fingers.

And it was all gone. She had no home now.

"Lady (Y/N)?"

A familiar deep voice pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up to find Thor's smiling face awaiting her. The once cheerful and flamboyant god's condition was no better than hers. The man who had once been the heartthrob of every lady in the city now hardly cared about his shabby looks or his health.

(Y/N) was seated on one of the many rocks on the shore where the sea often came by to cast a soothing hand. The crashing sound of the waves helped her to cut the noises in her head and drift off to a place where she and Loki were together… or could have been together.

Seeing Thor, she rose from her place and walked towards him, careful not to slip off the uneven surface.

"Prince Thor- Pardon me. My king!" She had only ever addressed one person as her one true king, and it was difficult for her to assign that title to someone else so soon.

"Please, lady (Y/N)," the new king replied, "you do not need to address me as your king. I am no king here. Besides, you and I have a stronger relationship than that. You are my sister. My brother's betrothed."

"Nonetheless, you are still-"

“(Y/N),” he interrupted her, “I’m not here to debate on some formalities. We are long past that … I hope we are. I … It hurts me and everyone else to see you fading away like this. I simply wanted to ask you to take care of yourself. It has been over three years now. He is not-” The words stuck in his throat like a sharp blade. “He’s not coming back,” Thor resumed in a softer, shaky tone. “You must move on. It-”

“Have you been able to move on?”

Her question took him by surprise.

“It is different for me,” he tried to justify himself.

“It is nothing different, Thor. You think you deserve a tragic life ahead because you were their king and his brother. Well, I was the one charged with protecting you all, in charge of protecting him. I failed.”

The last word came out in almost a sob.

“I knew he would end up doing something stupid,” she tried to hide her tears behind trembling hands, “and he did exactly that. Every time I thought I had lost him, he returned. I waited this time, too. And waited. Why did he not return, Thor? Why?”

The older Odinson could no longer hold his emotions back. As tears started staining his face, too, he took a few steps towards her until he wrapped her in his protective, brotherly embrace. She was the only family he was left with, and it broke him even more to see her break a little more every day.

“Be strong, sister,” he tried to console her, “our people need us,” and kissed the crown of her head.

When the grief subsided a little, they both walked back to the village, with tattered hopes that someday - maybe someday - things would get better, even if just a little.

Later that night, something unexpected happened. A man from the village came running to (Y/N)’s doorstep to inform her of a news that was going viral on the internet. Although stunned initially, she refused to believe him, waving it off as some Midgardian’s silly joke to gain attention. But when he showed her the videos that apparently many people across the northern borders of the country had posted, the hair at the back of her neck stood up.

Afraid that she might faint, she gripped the door frame tightly.

“Does the king know of it?” She asked the man who had once been a foot soldier under her command.

“Not yet. I thought you should be the first to know it.”

“Thank you, Axel! Thank you!!”

She rushed past the soldier and did not stop until she was able to bang her fist on Thor’s door.

When a tipsy Thor finally opened the door, he panicked upon seeing her breathless state and wild eyes. Like a burnt man who feared fire, his first assumption was that they were under attack again.

“Have you heard the news?” She panted.

“What news? What-What happened? Why are you-”

“People have observed a sudden spike, a sudden burst in the northern lights!”

Thor, who could make no sense of it, stared dumbfounded at her.

Steadying her thoughts, she tried to elaborate. “It looked like the lights suddenly rushed upwards with a strong force, as if they were being pulled by something powerful in the atmosphere. Or,” she paused, “more like someone was radiating a sudden burst of energy through the lights.”

She remained quiet for a while, allowing the other person to process her words.

“Do you not get it, Thor?”

She showed him the videos on Axel’s phone which she had grabbed on her way.

Finally, with eyes as wild as hers, Thor tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed. “Are you trying to imply that…”

“No matter how much they credit the Sun and the magnetic fields on this planet, we of all people know who created those magical lights,” a grin was cracking its way through her lips.

“If this true-”

“This is true!” She cut Thor off.

“Where?”

“All along the northern border of Norway. But they were the most powerful in Tromsø. The reports say that it lasted for about 4-5 minutes before the lights resumed their normal state.”

“We must leave. Now!”

“It would take almost 24 hours from here. I-I cannot believe… I…”

She seemed frantic. After all these years of waiting, of almost giving up hope, were her prayers finally heard? Burdened with a myriad of emotions, her knees gave way and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.

“(Y/N)!” Thor tried to help her up. “We must make haste. Let’s go.”

—----

The ride was long. But the years that it took for them to see even a tattered veil of hope was even longer. Loki was back. Probably. But indeed if he was back, why did he not try to communicate with (Y/N)? Was he alright? Where had he been all this time?

A cyclone of thoughts and questions had taken control of (Y/N)’s mind. The Norwegian countryside swept past her, but her vision was clouded by the hope and ecstasy of finding the man she loved once again, and by the doubts and fears that her mind conjured. As the cold night air nipped at her face, she was taken back to one of those beautiful nights in Asgard where the only fear that sometimes poked her was that of Loki’s disguise being discovered by someone. But with the sorcerer’s abilities, those anxieties eventually waned. Every single time.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A voice was calling her from a distance. A soft whisper. She could not locate the source of it but she knew that deep, soothing sound. Loki’s voice.

“(Y/N)!”

There it was again. But… It was too dark. Someone caressed the side of her head. She could not see who it was until…

“Loki!” (Y/N) opened her eyes to see her king hovering over her with a hand on her head.

“Forgive me, love, I never wished to pull you out of your sleep. You looked so ethereal! But this is important.”

“How did you get in here?”

Her question was met with a smirk and with a pair of eyes that almost spelled out the words for her: “You really did not ask that.”

“Oh!” She realised once the last traces of sleep evaporated.

“Now that you have realised, get up, darling. I have arranged a picnic!” Loki said excitedly.

“A picnic?” She was dumbfounded. “In the middle of the night?”

A slender finger rested on her lips. “Shh! Do you trust me or not?”

“With my life, yes, but I cannot say the same about your madness,” she suppressed the urge to chuckle.

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her comment. “Come now, get dressed,” Loki placed a folded fabric beside her pillow.

(Y/N) had eventually learned that it was hard to argue with the God of endless-surprises-up-his-sleeve. So, without pestering him with further questions, she took the gift and unfolded it, only to be mesmerised by what she saw.

It was dipped in the colours of the night: a dark shade of blue that could only be found on moonless nights, when the sky is anything but jewelled with solely the lights of distant stars. The lower half of the dress - the part that would probably extend beyond the knees - gradually descended into cascading folds of tulle, sprinkled with tiny stones that shone like faraway planets and stars. The back was designed in a deep V-shape that would travel to the small of her back while the length of the said tulle was longer on the backside than on the front, leaving the fabric looking as though the night sky had flowed down on it and would be proudly flowing behind her as she would walk.

“I love this, Loki, I do! But … this is a bit too much, is it not?” She announced with a small frown.

The king, who had made himself comfortable on a cosy chair, dismissed her statement. “You refuse to wear something lavish in front of your people, I do not protest that. But, the future queen of Asgard can certainly do her king a favour in private, can she not?”

How could she ever say no to his charms!

“And how are you supposed to declare me as the queen when people always see Odin sitting on the throne? Hmm? Do not ruin something that took years for you to build, Loki. I am your queen. Whether people know it or not, I do not care.”

“Love, I know you have a penchant for drama and overthinking but,” he crossed a leg over another, “I have a plan. I always do! So, cast your worries aside, and please, bless me with a view of you in that gown!”

“Are you simply going to sit there and stare or would you show some decency and turn around?” (Y/N) gently got off the bed and took the dress in hand.

“Darling, this is not the first time I would see you as you are, unhidden by some bland piece of fabric, that does nothing to compliment your beauty. Is it?”

“Are you suggesting that what I wear is hideous?” She narrowed her eyes threateningly.

“Of course not! But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath those. Are they?” His eyes travelled across her body as though he could already see what he was praising.

Shaking her head, but not without a soft laugh escaping her, she sauntered towards the bathroom.

“That I do not know, my love. But I am afraid that I must disappoint you this time.”

Before Loki could make another smart remark or could stop her, she closed the door. But what Loki did not did not know was the way he had already flustered her, how she had leaned against the closed door and laughed into the dress in her hand.

The only downside of being with the trickster was maintaining secrecy. To his subjects, he was Odin. The younger prince had supposedly died a valiant death while saving his brother. So, (Y/N) and Loki no longer got a chance to stroll through the woods, as they once loved to do, or to sit silently in the garden as the sun bid goodbye to the lands.

Loki teleported them both to the picnic spot, which turned out to be a small clearance in the hills. (Y/N) observed that the sky reflected the outfit that the king had chosen for his beloved.

“It is gorgeous…my king!” She gently squeezed his arm. “But a bit chilly, do you not think?”

Standing behind her, he purred in her ear, “I am here to keep you warm, my queen,” and gently grazed the skin on her shoulder up to her neck with his lips.

“If this was your plan, then we could have stayed in the comforts of my chamber,” she whispered through ragged breathing.

“But there is a different kind of magic beneath the open sky. Would you not agree?”

She broke away from his arms and turned to face him, “Have you brought me here, in the middle of a cold night, robbing me of my sleep, only to chit-chat and to try to seduce me into losing this dress?”

Loki’s eyes shone with mischief. “The last part, yes. But not before I show you something. And not before this.”

He extended his right arm and with an elegant wave of his fingers, a large rug emerged on the ground, with baskets of her favourite fruits and snacks, jugs and goblets of wine, accentuated with lamps and streaks of flowers.

“Shall we?” He offered her a hand.

“I love you!!” She did not take the hand but wrapped herself around him, gifting him with one of those emotional but passionate kisses that reminded them of the bond that they shared, and left them both thirsty for more.

Loki was not fooling around when he had said that he was there to keep her warm. The air had indeed changed from being cold to pleasantly cool. Sitting there on the cosy rug, she kept stealing glances at the man who had made her life so beautiful that, for the first time in years of her service as a soldier, she feared death. Life was beautiful ever since he had walked into it. It was one of those heart-warming yet adventurous stories that have people believing in the magic of love and of life. And there was no version of this story that involved anything or anyone other than Loki.

“Loki?”

The trickster was lying on his back, with his arms folded behind his head. (Y/N) found him staring at the sky with a hint of a smile toying on his thin lips. It was clear that he had sailed far away in his thoughts and into some warm island where his world was blessed with Spring.

“Hmm?” His eyebrows arched as he looked at the source of the voice that tugged him out of his rumination.

“Would you promise me something?” She asked softly.

“Anything, darling! Anything that does not involve the disappointment that you had thrown on me by shutting the doors of your bathroom on my face,” he answered with a sly grin.

Hitting his chest lightly, she resumed, “Please promise me that you would never stray away from me again. Under no circumstances. For I would not be able to live without you. I shall survive, yes. But my life would be as good as death.”

“What- Why are you saying these things, (Y/N)?” Loki sat up.

“You are always up to some mischief,” she explained. “Either that or you run off to some heroic act. You have no idea how I shatter every time you fake your…” The word was like a poison that she could not bring to her lips.

“I know, love, I know,” Loki wrapped an arm around her and brought her head down to rest on his shoulder. “Believe me, it hurts me just as well to even think of the misery that I had brought on you.”

“Whatever you do, Loki, promise to come back to me. Always. From even the farthest corner of the universe. Promise me.”

“I shall always come back to you, darling. Where else would I go? You are my home. I shall always find you.”

He sealed his promise with a loving kiss on her lips. Wiping fresh tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, his mouth conveyed all the feelings, all the unsaid things that even the Silvertongue did not know how to frame into words.

When they pulled away, Loki took her hand in his. “Remember I had said that I wish to show you something?”

She nodded with a smile.

“It is time!”

The confidence and the mystery radiating from him excited her. It was this thing about Loki that made her fall in love with him over and over again. He was a wise ruler who made sure that his people were safe and happy, an emotional lover who understood every depth of his partner, and a child who always had a spark for something new in his life.

“Lie down with me?” He asked softly.

“Is this another one of your tricks to-”

“No!” His protest made her break out into a hearty laugh. “No. I do think of things other than making love to you.”

“I was teasing you, you oaf!” She kissed his cheek amidst laughs. “Alright then,” she did as requested. “What is it that you wish to show me?”

Loki copied her action. As she gazed at the contour of his face, he raised his hands and gracefully moved his long fingers as if they were doing a dance of their own.

“I know I look ravishing but you will miss it all if you keep staring at me, my love,” his eyes were strained on the sky above as he spoke with a smirk. “Look above you.”

With a playful huff, she turned her head towards the zenith. And was she spellbound!

Above them, dancing in synchronisation with Loki’s fingers, were several folds of green glow - the kind that Loki’s magic produced but softer.

“Are those-?” She squeaked excitedly.

“Yes. Midgardians love them!” He stole a glance at her. “They once thought that it was the Bifrost. Now they say that it is their sun that is responsible for these. Fools!”

“They do not know the magic that is you,” (Y/N) whispered.

“Mother taught me how to create these. These were,” he sighed, “my first big gift to her as a student.”

She could not decide which was more mesmerising: the ballet of lights in the sky or their reflection on her trickster’s face that emanated a mix of happiness, pride and nostalgia.

“Why do you not adorn the sky here with these lights?” She turned sideways to face him, still captivated more by him than the lights.

“Father never liked them here,” the joy left his features. “Said these were a stain on the perfect Asgardian sky.”

“Well, we both know he was wrong,” she smiled, hoping that Loki would do the same but he simply shrugged.

“Do you have to keep working at them?” She asked.

“No, just for a little while,” he explained. “These cannot be seen by anyone else. Else they will know that I am here. They are only for our eyes.” The mischievous smile returned to his face.

“Good. When you are done, I want your fingers to work their magic on me. And on this dress,” she added in a gravelly voice.

“Who is seducing whom now?”

“I do not care!” She lay back to watch the captivating glow above. Her chest swelled with pride for Loki. He was undoubtedly the best sorcerer she had ever known about, and yet so underestimated. The ignorance of her people made her laugh inside.

“Neither do I,” Loki broke her chain of thoughts when he hovered over her and kissed her breath away.

Fingers that had once made those lights above dance, now danced nimbly on her skin as it deftly freed it of the gown. His own robes were, however, not so gracefully shed, for (Y/N) now lacked the patience which she once had when they had arrived at the woods. Loki’s mouth left a hot trail behind wherever it went while cool fingers soothed the path.

Indeed the open sky had a charm of its own. Walled from the rest of the world by a strong spell, beneath the dancing lights, they drowned in each other as the green lights above danced on their skins.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A hand gently shook her by the shoulder.

“We are here,” Thor stated.

Blinking, she looked outside the van. The green lights were gliding across the sky in harmony, casting their reflections on the duo.

Loki!

A voice inside her breathed the name.

“Let us spread out. We will ask the locals if they had seen anything or anyone unfamiliar yesterday when the spike occurred,” she instructed Thor as they stepped out of the vehicle.

The search was futile. Every person they asked knew only about the spike and nothing else. Not one soul could mention anything about any person who might have looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“There is nothing to be found here, sister,” Thor mumbled. The poor man had finally found one thin streak of hope, and even that turned out to be false.

But the other person was adamant. “No. No, it cannot be… It cannot be a deadend. There has to be something. We must keep looking.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. If Loki was indeed here, wouldn’t he have come to us?”

But (Y/N) wasn’t listening to any logic. There had to be some mistake, she was sure of that. Something was certainly wrong. Her intuitions had never been wrong. And this time, they were stronger than ever.

Or was it just the illusion of a broken heart?

Rubbing her hands over her face, she was about to protest when a man called them.

“Hey, are you with that team of scientists who came yesterday?”

The sudden interference startled them.

“No, we’re-”

“No,” (Y/N) cut off Thor’s blunt confession, “we are not with them. But we are looking for some kind of pointer that would help us locate the cause of yesterday’s event.”

He eyed them suspiciously. “You don’t have any fancy equipment on you? The other guys looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie!”

“Sounds like S.H.I.E.L.D to me,” Thor whispered in (Y/N)’s ear.

“Well, I am afraid our team isn’t that rich yet,” (Y/N) quipped. “We’re on our own here for now. For basic research purposes.”

From the looks of the man, he sounded convinced this time. “Yeah, you may try the lake. I'd said the same thing to the other guys.”

“The lake?”

“Yeah. God knows what they have hidden in the waters. Should take you about,” he shrugged, “ten minutes from here.”

“Why the lake?” Thor enquired.

“You haven’t heard?” The man shifted amused glances between them. “That was where the real show was! I was nearby. That place … it still gives me the chills to think of the way those lights suddenly seemed to burst upwards! Thought it was the last day of my life!”

“Did you see anyone there? When it happened?” (Y/N) put a pin on his enthusiasm.

“No! Just me and my dog. We were returning from-”

“Thank you!” She pulled out a fifty Krone bill from her purse and handed it to the man. “Thank you so much! This is all we can offer.”

But the man held his hands up. “I don’t need your money! Thanks, anyway. And I must say, for a bunch of poor guys, you certainly are generous. They didn’t produce even a penny yesterday.”

She smiled. “I want you to keep it. Please. You do not know how much you have helped us.”

Reluctantly, the man took the note from her. “For science,” he said cheerfully.

“For science,” she nodded, and rushed back to the van with Thor by her side.

“If S.H.I.E.L.D is already there, then we won’t get a chance to set foot on the place,” Thor voiced his fears.

“I do not know what I will do,” she ran a nervous hand through her hair, messing it up even more. “I truly do not know! I just hope … We will find a way, Thor. We have come this far. We shall certainly find a way.”

Her energy lifted his spirits but at the same time, he was scared that her hopes might be burnt to ashes in case this was but just a cosmic event.

All the way, she kept placing different theories out before them.

“Maybe Loki was there. He can be invisible if he wants to. Maybe that is why that man did not see him… Maybe Loki was not here earlier. Maybe he was lost somewhere. And yesterday night he landed here, and something - I do not know - caused him to bring a change into those lights? … Perhaps he himself had an energy boost… But… why?”

“(Y/N),” Thor placed a hand on her knee, “calm down. Please. We are almost there.”

The place was indeed marked with S.H.I.E.L.D’s tape all over it. It looked like another one of their camps. It was, in fact, just another one.

“I’ll go talk to them,” Thor assured her. “They know me. Well, someone here should know me. You stay right here, okay?”

With a smile and an encouraging pat on her back, he dissolved into the crowd. The truth was that Thor’s own heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Regardless of how huge the god was, at that moment, he felt like he would crumble under the weight of the anxiety that had been building inside him ever since he had heard the news the day before.

(Y/N) stood at the edge of the camp, looking around, trying to find perhaps the tiniest of clues that would lead her to the god she came looking for. And yet, nothing that could whisper even a shred of a tale about Loki caught her eyes or ears. With a sigh, she wandered off towards the lake.

Under the dark veil of the night, the water looked gorgeous. Silent, calm, and yet with the promise of a storm beneath the surface, and an even deeper sense of mystery shrouded within. That and the reflections of the rippling lights on it reminded her of Loki.

Is he not as enchanting as this? No. Much more than this.

The thought made her smile. Her dry lips stung slightly as they spread after a long, long time.

Something about the lake called out to her. Gingerly, she took small steps until she found herself standing on the bank of the waterbody. The auroras were swaying above, casting graceful shadows on her. She should have been anxious and yet she felt a sense of calm that she had believed to be lost forever. It was as if she had finally landed on a piece of earth where she was meant to be.

He is here!

Her entire being seemed to be screaming out to her. The feeling had never been stronger. She looked around with wild eyes.

Loki is here! I can feel him!!

Finding herself on the edge of insanity, she filled her lungs to call out his name. But stopped.

There were a lot of other people around whose attention she should not be drawing. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the wet grass and closed her eyes. At last she knew what she had to do.

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“Here,” Loki placed a hand over her heart, “we are connected here. Nothing can break this bond.”

In response, (Y/N) placed a hand over his. “And what about all those times when you go away, intentionally or not? How am I supposed to find you?”

“Darling,” he chuckled, “I think the summer heat and my close proximity have got you a little confused. Is it you who finds me or is it me who finds you?”

“It is not funny, Loki!” She removed his hand with a frown.

He loved to tease her relentlessly, the strong commander-in-charge of the Asgardian army who chose to become no less vulnerable than a child before the god of lies and mischief. Every moment spent with her breathed life into him, but there were times like these that he cherished the most.

“Come here,” his voice had dropped a few octaves but in a warm way. His hands ran down her arms until he found her fingers and placed them on his temples.

“Feel that?” he asked softly.

“Your heartbeat,” she nodded.

Gently, the trickster placed his own fingers on her temples.

“Now, do you feel that?”

A soft tickling gradually wrapped the skin on and around her temples. It felt like someone was tracing feathers upon her skin but from the inside.

“What-”

“We shall always feel each other,” he explained, “no matter where we are or how far we are.”

Her eyes widened at the revelation. She never knew such a thing was even possible!

“Are you telling the truth?”

He sighed. “Darling, do I look like I am in the mood for some mischief? We can hear each other’s thoughts now-”

“But-”

“Only,” he interrupted her, long fingers requesting her to pause and listen to him, “if we want us to.”

“Alright,” she shrugged with a satisfied smile, “I like that part.”

“Love, you forget that I can hear your thoughts any time I wish to! I choose not to.”

“Oh, I know that!” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “So, you are telling me … that now we can amuse each other even across a ballroom filled with uninteresting people?”

“Even across the palace, darling! Across the realms!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

“Well, in that case,” she whispered in a sultry manner, “I shall bid you goodnight.”

Loki looked at her with a question mark slapped over his face.

“Let us speak in our thoughts, from our separate rooms, across floors!”

With a twirl, she freed herself from Loki’s arms and ran towards the door with a squeak, her lover following behind with the most mischievous grin on his ecstatic face.

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“Loki!” It was a whisper, even in her thoughts. “Loki, I know you are here. I was not sure before but now I do. I can feel you, more than ever!”

Her prayers got stronger with each sentence she uttered in her mind.

“Loki, I know you can hear me. We promised that no matter where we are in this universe, we will remain connected. Do you remember that? I know you can hear me. So, please, listen to me, Loki. … Maybe it is because somewhere deep down I felt you … because I still feel you … that I never left hope of seeing you again. Not even when the entire world screamed that you are … gone. I still feel you, Loki. And I know that I shall see you again. That you will find me. Like you promised. Like you have always promised. … You have always found me, Loki. Every single time. Please come back to me. Once more. Please, Loki! Find me once again. … Loki!!”

A sudden shiver ran up her spine; something had disturbed her. Something like a gust stirred behind her. Her senses told it was not just the wind but someone. And instinctively, a fear burnt inside her momentarily only to be doused quickly by an even stronger hope. When one has lost everything that they love, little room remains for fear. It is a fanatical hope for the impossible that remains behind.

And this time, her hope was not misplaced.

“You found me.”

The deep voice floated through the cold air and into her soul.

With a loud gasp, she opened her eyes to find Loki standing right beside her: head held high, the wind blowing messy locks onto his face, his armour - the very one that she had seen on him three years ago - tainted with scratches, his green cape tattered in several places, and yet, he radiated the aura of the king that he once was!

She did not remember how she was able to stand up on those legs that threatened to give way any moment. She did not remember when her hands went up to hold his face, gently yet firmly. All she remembered was the pure joy of feeling complete.

Loki did not utter another word. As her trembling fingers trailed his skin, she realised that his eyes were sunken, his face thinner than usual. Her hands trailed down his armour, still unable to believe that Loki was indeed standing before her, that it was not some cruel joke of the distraught mind.

He was indeed there.

Her thumb drew soothing circles over his cheekbone. “How have you been?” Her lips quivered as a drop of tear trickled down her face. 

Loki’s eyes mapped her features. “I am alive.”

“I have…” (Y/N) could never finish that line for she finally broke into a sob that had been threatening to overpower her from the moment she saw him.

With arms wrapped around him, she wept like she had never done in these three years. All this time she had hope, even though a silver of it, of his return. So, no matter how sad she had been, she had never wept for long. Only the ones without any hope mourn their loved ones, and she was not one of them.

But now, when she had finally found him, all the emotions struck her at once. She had a home now. Again.

Amidst the gush of feelings, she failed to notice how Loki did not engulf her in his arms, as he should have done. Or how he did not bury his face in her shoulder, as he loved to.

“I still cannot believe my prayers were heard!” A shaky laugh left her.

Unwrapping herself from him, she gazed at him longingly again.

“You are actually here!” A pair of trembling hands tried to hold back the sobs flowing from her lips but failed. “I always knew! I…”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped her eyes.

“Okay. I believe you need rest. Let’s go home.”

“Do I still have one?” Loki finally spoke. But there was a despondency in his words.

“What?” It took her by surprise. “Of course, you have a home. Why-why do you ask this?” A hint of a smile unsuccessfully tried to support her words.

“How should I know? I had been away for too long.”

Everything seemed to be ending up in knots for her. Shaking the doubts off her mind, she took his hand.

"Oh! I see. I know it is nothing like Asgard; not even close. But…we call it New Asgard. And it is all we have. This is our home now. And…my home has always been you, anyway." She looked up hopefully at him. "And now that you are back, I have found my home again!"

Loki did not respond.

“You must be exhausted," she said. "You need to rest and eat properly. And then we shall talk. Okay?” She gave him an assuring smile. “I shall go and inform Thor.”

The moment her hand left his, a scoff escaped him, followed by an icy, “Of course!”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned around towards him.

“What?”

"Of course, you would have to inform Thor."

(Y/N) noticed that the name had a bitter ring to it, just like it once had several years ago.

He continued, "He is the king now. Obviously he would need to know every single thing that happens in his kingdom. And you, of all people, would certainly be the most loyal to him. Dear big brother always gets what he wants!"

Nothing made sense to her. Absolutely nothing! Every syllable uttered by Loki sounded alien to her. There was no way she could fathom the disdain that he held for his brother - the very brother for whom he had not thought twice before putting his own life at stake! And… was that a hint of distrust that she heard? For her?

“I-I do not understand you, Loki,” she stepped closer to him, the business with the elder Odinson thrown out of her distressed mind. “Why- What happened? Was it something I said? Did Thor do something that I do not know of?”

“It was a mistake coming here. A big mistake… I should have never listened to you. It is all a lie! You, in your sole existence, are a lie!!”

The words struck her hard. But before her emotions could even react, (Y/N) noticed the beginning of a faint green glow around the god.

“Loki, WAIT!!” She screamed loud enough for the entire camp to hear. But it worked; the glow was gone, and with it was the immediate fear of losing Loki again.

“Just wait!!” With a shaky voice she pleaded with the love of her life as she gripped his hands tightly, “What is wrong with you? I… Would you please explain! What have I done to deserve such hatred from you when all I have ever been capable of, regardless of all circumstances, is to love you with all my heart and soul?!”

“You demand an explanation after what you have done? Claiming to love me only to give my place away to someone else?”

“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The hands that held on to him desperately slowly slipped away.

“I do not care,” he cried, “about what anyone thinks of me or does to me. And I understand very well that I was not around for quite a long time. I could not be even if I wanted to with all my might! But…you could have at least told me the truth. If you really felt me, as you claim to, you could have at least told me! Why do you pretend to love me now when you have already given yourself up to your new king??”

“Loki!! Do not accuse me of things that I am too ashamed to even speak of!” She clenched her fists around his arms. “Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you are saying?”

“Oh, do not deny it now!”

Before she even realised what was happening, she felt a sharp sting on her palm as it connected flat across Loki’s face. However unpleasant it may have been, perhaps it was what was needed to shatter Loki’s rage and allow his pain to flow out - a sentiment that he had mastered at hiding behind a mask of anger.

"I saw you… yesterday…" Loki's voice started shaking. "I came back. To you! Only to find you in my brother's arms!"

His knees gave way, and the god dropped to the ground, kneeling before her, weeping like a child.

Loki’s words washed over her like those giant waves that crash over a lost soul and pull them in, only to drown them again when they try to fight back. (Y/N) tried to replay all the incidents from the day before but with everything going on, it all became a haze in her mind.

The sight of a broken Loki before her did nothing to help her. Immediately, she mimicked his position, and held his face in her hands.

"Loki, whatever you saw, whatever you are thinking is a misunderstanding. I swear! I do not know what you are talking about, not now at least, but we will figure it out. Okay? I assure you, Loki, there is only one person I have given my heart to. And it is you. What I feel for you, is beyond anything that I feel for anyone! Believe me! Please!"

All this time, Loki refused to look into her eyes. He was scared that if he did, he would not be able to refuse her.

"I want to," he finally breathed a shaky whisper.

Gently holding onto her wrist, he finally looked at her. But his hopes were short-lived.

As fate would always have it for him, just at the precise moment when he had decided to believe her, the silhouette of his brother came into view behind her.

Thor had heard (Y/N) scream, and came running to ensure her safety. But…

"(Y/N)! I heard you! What happened? Is-" He stopped in his tracks. His lost brother's name, even through a shallow breath, sounded to him like the most melodious music. "Loki!!"

The older Odinson stopped in his tracks. Tears flooded his eyes as he took in the sight of the brother he had believed to be dead. When his body could finally respond from the shock, his legs tried to take him as fast as possible to Loki.

But the scenario on the other side was not the same. The sight of Thor, regardless of how warming it was, brought up fresh images of the blonde wrapping (Y/N) in his arms on the seaside, of kissing Loki's betrothed on the head.

And that was enough to stir the fire within him - one that (Y/N) had just managed to calm down.

Loki got up, blinded by a searing pain somewhere deep within his chest. 

"You do not deserve me," was all that he uttered to (Y/N) before disappearing from the scene.

A stunned Thor froze in his tracks. A broken (Y/N) sat on the cold ground feeling more empty than she had ever felt.

"He is gone!" She whispered to the dark night air.

Thor stumbled up to her.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?? He was here, wasn't he? (Y/N), he was here, right? (Y/N)!!"

But (Y/N) was lost in her own world. She kept mumbling to herself, wild eyes searching for something - or someone - in the far distance.

When Thor called her again and shook her, it was only then that she looked at him. And repeated the same line:

"He is gone, Thor! He is gone."

"What do you mean he is gone? He was right here!!"

"I cannot feel him anymore." A hand loosely trailed down from her temple to her chest. "He has…severed the bond. He has cut me off! Loki has… He has really ended our…relationship."

The words trailed off as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Or why it happened. Standing beside her, Thor looked around helplessly. He knew nothing about this bond that (Y/N) was talking about. All he understood was that his brother was probably lost forever. Again.

This time Loki had really left.

...to be continued...

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Ahhh I’ve gone and done it. I wrote a Loki fic. This is my first so please go easy on me. I even went and created my own lil divider because…I mean the tools were there so why not? lol

Inspired by this post

Summary: Thor attempts to wake you up after he finds you asleep on your desk before your boss, Tony Stark, finds you and assumes you’ve been sleeping on the job. You, however, believe that it’s Saturday and nobody will be coming to check whether you’re even in your office. When you tell Thor this, he calls on his brother for help to wake you up.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: mild cursing, Steve and Tony and Bucky giving annoying older brother vibes, mild angst (?) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Lady Y/N," you heard a muffled voice calling you to you, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you. "Did you sleep in this state, Lady Y/N?" 

"Mmph," you grumbled. You could barely register the bright glare of sunlight piercing through your closed eyelids. Not harsh enough to sting, but bright enough to know that the day has just begun. You could hear the voice calling to you again, and your waking sleep-addled brain began to recognize that low reverberating grumbling voice as Thor's. What on Earth was he doing waking you up this early on a Saturday?

"Lady Y/N, I suggest you right yourself quickly before Stark comes down here finding you sleeping on your desk. Part of me suspects he won't have care for your late hours, only your current state of rest." 

"Dammit, Thor," you mumbled. "It's Saturday, let me rest." You heard him call to someone, as if he was asking for them to back him up.

"Y/N, darling." You felt your spine stiffen at the voice that greeted you. Fuck's sake, Thor, why would you call your brother? you thought to yourself. "Stark will have your pretty little head on a spike if he catches you dozing on your desk. Wake up, little mortal." 

"Brother, she believes it's Saturday."

"Norns," he groaned, the resonance of his voice still finding a way to affect you and kick your heart into a flutter despite your drowsy state. "Y/N, it's Thursday." 

"My day," Thor quipped. 

"That retort got old a thousand years ago, brother," Loki groaned. "Y/N, wake up darling." Your brain began to wake just enough to recognize that his presence was looming just behind you.

"Laufeyson, you're hot, but you're not disrupt my weekend hot." Unfortunately your brain hadn't quite woken up enough to make sure your mouth had a filter quite yet. "Now shush that pretty mouth of yours with the pretty voice and let me sleep."

You could feel him shuffling closer to you, until his head rested lightly against your shoulder, with that pretty mouth right next to your ear. "It's not quite the weekend yet, darling, now wake up." 

"Brother, Stark's on his way. She will lose her station with him if he finds her as such."

"Alright, that's it." You felt an arm wrap around your waist and hoist you up to your feet. "Up you go, little mortal."

That woke you up enough for your eyes to shoot open like someone had shot cold water right down your back. You tried to stare daggers at whoever dared wake you up so abruptly, but when your eyes met the piercing blue ones of the god towering over you with his arm still wrapped securely around you, your resolve faltered.

"What gives?" you managed to choke out. 

"Is that any way to thank the one who saved you from being, what is it you Midgardians call it again? Fired?" Your eyes widened at his words. "Ah, now I finally have your attention, sweet Y/N." You always have my attention, you impossibly attractive annoying man--god.

"Well if this ain't a party," Tony's voice boomed through your office. "Y/N, you're here early." Then he eyed your current predicament; Loki hadn't released you from his hold yet. "Unless you never left…?" He swayed a pointed figure between you and the god, and the realization of what he was implying dawned on you, making you squirm in the god's arm.

"No! God no. I know better than that, Tony, you know this." They didn't, actually. The entire team, with the exception of the Asgardian gods, all knew about the burning screaming crush you had on the god of mischief. And they took every opportunity to tease you about it when the brothers weren't around to hear. You tried to glare at said god. "Will you let me go, please?" 

"Only because you asked nicely, my dear." He then relinquished you from his embrace and you did everything in your power not to pout or react in any way at the loss of contact between you two. Only in the safety of your thoughts would you ever admit that despite the circumstances, you would never complain to waking up the way you did just moments ago: in his arms. Well, arm. But still. With him smiling (smirking, really) down at you. In fact you'd give anything to wake  up like that again. Preferably in a bed, with less clothing (like none at all), after a night of--

Stop it, Y/N, you scolded yourself. You cracked your neck and turned to face Tony. "I stayed the night here in my office trying to crack that drive you managed to swipe from the HYDRA camp on your last mission." You looked over his shoulder to see a tall muscular blond enter your office. "Hey, Cap." 

"Y/N, pardon my language but you look like crap." You shot him a glare that held a bit more conviction. "Sorry I'm only speaking as a concerned friend, you never know who might run into you looking the way you do." He shifted his eyes not so subtly towards the dark-haired god, making you glare at him some more. "But really, what happened? Did you sleep okay?" 

"I happen to think she looked rather ethereal waking up," Loki answered with a smirk, making you shift your death stare his way, to which he only answered with a wink in your direction. "Now I do believe you need to get back to your duties, darling. I'll leave you be. Come, brother." 

And just when you thought you were finally free of the chaos he was wreaking on your ever beating heart, he turned around as he  reached the door to say, "And I'll be more than glad to remind you what day of the week it is should you ever need it again, my darling mortal." Right before closing the door.

A few moments of silence passed between you, Tony, and Steve, with almost matching teasing looks painted on their faces. You broke the deafening quiet. "Not. A fucking. Word." 

"Lang--" You glared at the Captain, and he pursed his lips. 

"So back to the drive," you continued, trying your hardest to forget about the last few minutes and go about your day.

The next few days went without incident. Mostly because you made sure to not fall asleep at your desk no matter how late you stayed in your office, and you avoided any area frequented by the Avengers such as the common room, the kitchen, the gym, and in the case of the god you were actually actively trying to avoid, the library.

And everything was going fine. Until you ran into Bucky wearing a shirt that said "It's Friday".

"Wait, hold on, what?" you blurted out, shooting your hand up to stop him, too. 

"Yes, dollface?" he teased. He was always a big flirt with you, but both of you were on the same page. It was  harmless banter and when neither of you were in a mood, you two actually got along quite well.

"Is it really?" You eyed his shirt and then looked back at him. 

"Yeah. Happy weekend," he answered, setting your hand down and walking away. 

"Strange," you mumbled to yourself. "Could've sworn it's Tuesday."

"What are you murmuring to yourself, Lady Y/N?" You heard Thor boom. You mentally slapped yourself as you realized you'd walked in a daze and found yourself in the path to the training area. "If it's a grocery list for those delicious treats you made a few weeks back, I would gladly accompany you to the store to retrieve them." 

"Thor you're never going with me to the store again. Last time you did, I ended up with a second cart full of boxes of Pop Tarts. And no it's not that. I just ran into Bucky and he said the weirdest thing." 

"Tell me."

"He said it was Friday. I could've sworn the week just started yesterday…" 

"Norns, not again," you heard a voice grumble before your feet left the ground and you were being walked back into the direction of your office. "It's Tuesday, darling Y/N. Don't let Barnes tell you otherwise." 

"Dammit Loki put me down I'm perfectly capable of walking with my own damn legs." He only heeded your words when you were back in your office. You huffed, looking up at him. "And how do I know you're not the one lying to me? Isn't that kind of in your title?"

He grasped your chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I may be the God of Lies, but I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word, my precious little mortal." You felt him press the lightest of kisses against your temple before walking away abruptly, you had to ask yourself if you'd imagined the action. It was only when he was out of your line of sight that you noticed the metal-armed super soldier at the end of the hall, snacking on a plum with a teasing smirk on his face.

You took a moment to compose yourself before pointing at him, and his offending shirt, and mouthing, "I'm burning that." 

The rest of the week went by relatively quiet, considering the people you worked around, and you were thrilled to be away from the tower for the duration of the weekend. Not once did Loki's words of "I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word." leave your mind. What did he mean by that exactly? 

Not even two days of binge-watching your favorite Netflix series and stuffing your face with your favorites from that Italian place across the street from you took your mind off of his words. And your dreams? Don't even start. Your dreams were an endless replay of the day you woke up in his arm. How he held you. How he kept you pressed to his side until you asked him to back away. How his words before he left almost seemed…flirtatious? 

Nah. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be. You were mortal, and the god thought himself above everyone else. And while you wouldn't skip a beat and make a quip about being more than willing to be beneath him, there wasn't any way on this or any of those nine realms they always talked about, in this or any other lifetime, that he would ever even consider being with you. He belonged with someone who could be confused as a deity with their beauty, and you…were definitely not that person. Not even in your wildest, most far-fetched dreams.

You shook yourself out of your lamenting as you walked towards your office on Monday morning, your footsteps slowing as you heard the unmistakable voices of the Asgardian brothers coming from inside your work area once again. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but they were the ones in your space, so it was fair play. Right?

"Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance, brother? Do you wish to court her? Haven't you already enough Midgardian women fawning over your very presence, why need you add her to your collection?" you heard the voice you could only compare to silk reverberate through your office walls. He sounded annoyed, though you couldn't determine if it was towards his brother or…something else. Someone else? You, maybe?

"Because she's my friend, and as sharp and brilliant as her mind might be, she tends to lose herself in her works and passions, Loki. She might not even realize that it's Monday today." Mortification set in as you focused on the last bit of Thor's statement. They must think you a special kind of stupid; you sure did. You couldn't even be quick enough to check your phone or your computer for a confirmation on what day of the week it was; it was a wonder why Stark kept you employed, let alone trusted you to handle half the intelligence that he would send your way.

"I will check her residence." The dark-haired god's words held a conviction that dared anybody to challenge him. "I'll make sure she's here. And safe. You need not accompany me, brother." 

"No. I've explained the source of my concern. Lady Y/N is my friend. I do not wish to court her, I only wish to make sure that my friend keeps her station, so that someone that I think the world of and only wish to see happy would be able to bask in her presence." 

"What are you on about, you oaf?" 

"Why are you here to check on Lady Y/N, Loki? You and her are not friends, you've barely spoken two words to her that don't involve you picking her up like what these mortals call a 'rag doll', and whenever she crosses your path you look as if you're boiling in your own flesh. So let me ask you your own question, brother. Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance?"

"I like her!" His voice was so loud it echoed even in the hall outside your office, freezing you in place. "I think her brilliant, and sharp, yes. But I also think her to be radiant. Beautiful. Precious. I see her so at ease with you and the captain and even Barnes, and all I can think of is what I could possibly do so that she could be like that with me. To hear her laugh at something that I uttered for once instead of your absurdities. To have her embrace me as she does all of you. To--"

"You like me?" How you found the stability to walk the remaining steps to your door, you'd never know, but here you were, face to face with the brother gods, one with the happiest goofiest grin on his face, and the other with wide eyes, lacking in his usual confidence and composure. You walked towards him, ignoring the thundering of your heart in your chest, until he was but a foot away from you. "You told me you've only ever spoken the truth with me. Tell me the truth now. Do you?" 

"I do," he breathed out. 

"Good," you whispered, finally letting yourself break out into a grin, letting your poorly kept poker face drop. "Because I like you, too."

"I knew it," you heard Thor exclaim, just as you heard his footsteps moving towards your door. "I'll leave you two be. Brother. Lady Y/N."  

You heard your door close behind you but you couldn't be bothered to check. The only thing going through your mind was: This is a dream. Nobody ever wake me up.

"My darling Y/N," he started, stepping closer to you and encircling your waist lightly with his arms. "Does this mean that I may court you?" 

Unable to hold yourself back, you burst into a fit of giggles and threw your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. "Yes. Absolutely." 

When you pulled away, he tucked his hand under your chin and leaned in close. "Mine," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours.

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Little Sparrow: Chapter One

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I hadn’t expected to wake up this way, bloody and bruised, deep in enemy territory. I was the princess of the Avengers gang. Protected. Safe. Though that all seemed a distant memory now. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from my mind as I took in the room around me. The last thing I remembered was a pair of hands lifting me off the forest floor and a deep voice telling me everything would be okay.

“Tony Stark’s perfect little sister,” a deep voice chuckled, the same voice from the woods.

My eyes widened as they fell on the owner of the voice. Loki Laufeyson.

“You’re a long way from home, little one.”

My heart was racing as I struggled to sit up. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same question, darling. Tell me,” he began, taking a seat next to me, spreading his legs slightly, before crossing his arms over his chest and continuing. “How did the Avenger’s little princess end up here?”

“That’s none of your business,” I spat, my eyes closing tight at the memories flashing through my mind.

“Oooh,” he chuckled darkly. “Seems there’s a story there, little princess. So, tell me… how did you end up in my territory looking like that?” He gestured to the cuts along my skin and I looked away from him.

“Why do you care, Laufeyson?” I hissed, turning to face him.

“Oh, I don’t, little one… but when I send word to your little Avenger friends that I have you here… I think they’ll want to know how this pretty little canvas got all marked up… and I’m afraid I can’t take credit for it.”

“Why not?” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “It was your men that did this.”

“Darling, my men answer to me and I’m not foolish enough to attack the Avenger’s little princess. There lies no gain for me in that.”

“Then why am I still here?”

“It’s as I said, darling. There’s no gain for me in attacking you but seeing as I found you… well, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch your brother squirm.” His sickening smirk sent a chill running down my spine.

This time it was my turn to smirk. “It seems I’ve found a flaw in your plan, Mr. Laufeyson. My brother cares about the Avengers far more than his little sister. He made that clear.”

He leaned forward, pressing his forearms against his thighs. “Oh? Then perhaps you might be useful in other ways.”

“Go to hell.”

“Now, now, darling,” he said, placing a hand over his heart as he feigned hurt. “You truly think so little of me that I would request that of a lady such as yourself?”

“I know your reputation, Laufeyson, and I want no part of it.”

He slowly stood up, leaning over the bed. “You know nothing about me. You’ve lived a perfect little life, princess. You know nothing about the struggles of the real world.” HIs face was inches from mine, his lips slightly parted as his warm breath ghosted my face.

I chuckled. “It appears you are the one who knows nothing. I may be Tony Stark’s little sister,” I hissed, mocking his tone of voice. “But my brother cares nothing for what happens to me and as for my perfect little life… you know nothing.”

He stepped back, his brow furrowing in confusion as he regarded me curiously. “Don’t I?”

He chuckled darkly before continuing. “Y/n Stark. Born to Howard and Maria Stark. Never sent on dangerous missions and always the face of the Avengers. Pretty and perfect.”

“You think I'm pretty?” I asked him, my voice dripping with mockery.

He rolled his eyes and moved away from me, running a hand across his face. “What am I supposed to do with you, hm?”

“Let me go,” I tried, as I stood from the bed, staring him down.

He chuckled darkly. “Darling, what would be the fun in that?”

“There’s nothing to gain from keeping me here!” I spat. “My brother will never give you what you want.”

He stood up once again, towering over me as he leaned in close. “Darling, you have no idea what it is that I want.”

“Power… money,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

He chuckled darkly. “A chance to make your brother squirm, little one… to make him understand what it is to feel helpless.”

“And how would you do that?”

He moved closer, his lips brushing my ear. “By forming an alliance with his little sister.” His hand slowly slid down my back, stopping just a few inches above my hip.

“I have a need for revenge… just as you do, little mouse. I think we could work together.”

“I don’t have a need for revenge,” I hissed which only made his smile grow wider.

“No? I think you do, little one. After all… you’re here with me and your brother hasn’t come for you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, setting my jaw as I stared him down.

“Feisty, little one.” He sighed, trying again. “I’m simply suggesting an alliance… a false relationship, if you will.”

My eyes widened. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” I scoffed. “Can’t get a girl of your own?”

His eyes flashed with anger and he pushed me against the wall. “I can get whatever I want,” he growled, wrapping a hand around my throat. “I simply have no interest in sentiment. I am not suggesting a love match, pet,” he chuckled darkly. “I am merely suggesting an alliance… and perhaps, if you are agreeable,” he smirked. “...a pleasurable alliance.”

“That will never happen.” I pushed him away from me and he nodded.

“I would never do anything you didn’t explicitly request of me. Despite everything… I do consider myself a gentleman.”

I scoffed. “You’re no gentleman.”

He chuckled, slowly moving closer. “If I wasn’t a gentleman I would’ve bent you over my desk, filmed myself fucking the brat out of you, and sent the video to your brother.”

I swallowed thickly and he chuckled.

“I think you’d like that, little one.”

I rolled my eyes and he laughed once again. “Well, little one. What do you say to our little deal? I’ll keep you safe and ensure this never happens to you again.” He gestured to the fresh bruises on my skin. “And in return you’ll help me irk your brother while also getting some delicious revenge of your own.”

“What makes you think I need your protection?”

“Darling, do you really want me to answer that?”

Cocky bastard.

He moved his lips to my neck. “Your brother left you to die in my territory, little one. Now’s your chance to get him back.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my collarbone and I carefully pushed him away.

“That can’t possibly be all you want,” I hissed. “What’s your play here? What do you get out of this?”

“My reasons are my own, little pet. You can simply rest assured one of those motives is to irritate your brother.”

I rolled my eyes and he said nothing more, simply waiting for my answer.

“You’ve got a deal, Laufeyson.”

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[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 11

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Back to being undercover. Where were we? Ah, yes! Loki had you pressed to the wall and someone interrupted you.

For the next chapter I need a song you would dance to in your kitchen. Any suggestions? Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 11: The Witch Cave

"Hey, what are you two doing here?"

So much for the illusion. You remain very still under Loki, who only slowly detaches himself from you and half turns to the man. "My lady and I were just looking for an undisturbed place for a moment," he slurs, as if he were drunk, and in a foreign accent.

"Guests are not allowed down here." The man remains stubborn. You don't think it's a bouncer, he would have thrown you right out. Maybe one of the bartenders who was replenishing the drink supply.

Loki takes his hand from your lips and reaches into his jacket, from which he pulls out a some bills. From these he counts out a few and slides them to the man. "We'll be out of here in a few minutes."

You can hear the smirk from his voice and decide to wake up from your torpor and play your part of the role. You put your arms around Loki's neck and pull him back against you. Out of the corner of your eye, you register the man looking at you for a moment before starting to move.

"Next time I come by, you better be gone."

The footsteps move away and then a door opens and closes. After that, everything is silent.

Involuntarily, you breathe a sigh of relief.

You realize that your arms are still around Loki’s neck. You never want to let go of him again. Your gaze wanders to his lips. They're very close, far too close and very inviting. The corners of his mouth curl as if he knows what you're thinking, and when your gaze shoots back up to him, you notice his dark, hungry look. He hasn't moved an inch from you.

"Trouble?" Natasha suddenly asks into both of your ears, breaking the spell.

You peel away from each other and Loki steps aside, glancing into the small hallway.

"Everything’s fine," he replies curtly, answering her question and simultaneously informing you that the way is clear. His voice is rough and sends a shiver down your spine. The empty spot in front of you feels cold and missing something. You won’t get rid of the image of him so close very soon.

Silently you walk on. It seems to you as if the corridor is suddenly narrower, more stuffy. And not only because you are approaching the boiler room. It's the last door in the corridor. Up to this point, everything was lit by long neon tubes on the ceiling, but when you open the door, there is darkness behind it. Instead of looking for a light switch, Loki creates a small light that appears next to him with a flick of his wrist. Wordlessly, he takes your hand and leads you through the darkness. His fingers are warm, familiar. You would follow him so much further. Maybe everywhere.

Focus on the mission.

Another door leads you into a larger hallway, painted friendly. Immediately Loki lets go of your hand as if it were burning him.

To your left is the main staircase, to the right is first an office, then the witch's cellar. It's easy to spot because the door is painted with many, strange symbols.

"We've reached the target’s location," you inform Natasha and Clint briefly over comm.

The first thing to do is to bypass the protective spell that each witch sets up around their sanctum. You brought something specifically for that, because this part was predictable. You tell Loki to step back a bit. Then you take off a ring from your little finger, a narrow silver band with small symbols. With a few words and gestures, it unwinds. The silver dissolves, while the symbols remain glowing and increasing in size. You weave it into the door, which opens with a soft click. You don’t get the ring back.

You step inside and immediately the hair in the back of your neck stands up. "There's something off about this place...," Loki says, getting the same bad vibes.

"What is it? The skulls dangling from the ceiling or the dried blood splatters on the wall?" you reply sarcastically. You need some normality for this mission, to focus. You don’t care if it’s a defensive mechanism.

Furnishings-wise, not much has been done to the room; the walls and floor are bare concrete. Red and black are the only colors that add some variety. The skulls you mentioned are mostly from animals, but you're careful not to look too closely. There are several tables of utensils and ritual circles on the floor. You watch out not to step on them.

"Me cabinets, you shelves?"

Loki nods and you split up for the search.

You open the first cabinet and find trinkets, incense, and candles. All regular stuff, nothing special per se about it. In the next cabinet are books whose titles leave a sour taste in your mouth. Among witches there are no forbidden techniques, but there are some that are frowned upon, downright cruel. Most of the books here fall into this category.

One compartment further down you find an actual wand. They are rare and very powerful. You haven’t encountered many in your life and are fascinated to find it here of all places. And you are very tempted to take it, already reaching out for it. But before you touch it, you stop. There's no luck in stealing from a witch. You are here only for the gem, everything else should stay here. You close the cabinet and move on to the next one.

"I've got something here," Loki informs you. He holds a small box in his hands, inside is a gem looking exactly like the drawing in Strange's book. "The magic signature matches."

"You take it. I don't have pockets," you say, looking down at your dress.

Loki grins suggestively, then suddenly, as if listening, tilts his head. "We need to hurry. My illusion has been discovered." He puts the gem in his jacket pocket and you two bolt through the door. But you don't get far, when you can already hear rumbling footsteps approaching from the stairwell in the hallway. The Asgardian grabs your arm. "Hold on tight." Everything around you blurs briefly as he tries to magically take both of you outside. A sharp pain runs through you and you stand in the same place as before.

"Ouch!"

"I can't teleport!" Loki curses. The witch must have erected a magical barrier around the club, making magical entry or escape impossible.

Two guards come running down the stairs. Loki pushes himself between you and them, conjured daggers in his hands. At least other magic still seems to work. He sprints forward and attacks the men. It's not particularly hard, they're not really a match for him. Simple men with little training in combat. They are skilled enough to deal with common men at the club or maybe an armed burglar. But not an Asgardian god. It’s not a fair fight. Loki hardly needs to exert himself.

You stay in the background, putting your fingers to the device in your ear. "Natasha, we're spotted. Basement, near the office and the witch's cellar."

Surprisingly, you get no response. Just a short, ticked-off static. Something must be blocking the signal down here. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice movement and turn around. On the wall behind you, circles spread out from a point in the center, growing larger and larger. Like the rings on a water surface after a stone got thrown into it.

Daegal steps out of the wall into the hallway. His face darkens as he sees you two, becoming an angry grimace.

"Well, well, who do we have here? Two pathetic mages who want a piece of the pie?"

He has an accent you can’t quite place.

You don't answer, but immediately activate one of your rings by twisting the stone into your palm and closing it into a fist. Then you push your arm forward and a blast shoots from you, hitting the sorcerer and yanking him backwards. He is slammed against the wall at the end of the hallway and falls to his knees with an 'oof'.

"He's here," you call to Loki, who is busy with another guard who has just appeared.

Grimly, Daegal scrambles to his feet. He raises his hands in front of him, turning them clockwise in a circle. Suddenly, reality shifts in the long hallway. You fall to the ceiling as if the earth's gravity had turned. Loki feels the same way, as does the confused guard. Only the witch remains standing where he is. He moves his arms back a bit and you roll onto the wall, which is your new floor.

As if you were standing on a ship on the high seas, you are thrown to the left and to the right and sometimes upwards, whenever he circles his arms, falling from wall to ceiling to floor and back. Tomorrow you'll have a lot of bruises.

You yank yourself upwards and float into the air. You can still feel your center of gravity shifting, but you stay in the middle of the hallway. Then you dart toward the sorcerer. He tries to hold his spell in one hand, trapping Loki on the ceiling and hurls a defensive spell at you with the other. But you are faster and sweep him off his feet.

A hand to hand combat ensues between you. You're not skilled at it, basically just trying to keep him busy until Loki gets here. Luckily, Daegal doesn't seem to be good in close combat either. You dish out a few punches, dodging with little elegance. Whenever one gives the impression of starting a spell, they get a particularly strong blow.

The witch grabs your hair, pulls it. You ram him with your bare shoulder, which probably hurts you more than it hurts him. He grabs you roughly and with an angry growl, he shoves you away from him. You stumble a few steps back and fall on your butt. Your collarbone hurts, and with a glance down you notice that you have a bloody mark where Daegal scratched you. Silently you curse your clothes, which are absolutely not fit for combat. Next time you want an indestructible super suit.

You look up and see the witch licking his finger. Hot chills run down your spine as you realize your mistake.

He has your blood.

Reciting a spell, he reaches out his fingers to you. The tattoos on them begin to glow, the color moving under your skin to form a new symbol. Before you can react, your throat tightens and you choke. You try to call for Loki, for help, but no sounds come from your lips. Panic spreads in your body, beating in your closed throat. The feeling is familiar to you, a dark memory that you have neatly tucked away in a drawer of your brain that you never wanted to open again.

A rope around your neck. It's rough and itches your skin. You are not the first to find your end in it and probably won’t be the last. A small crowd has gathered for this spectacle. Their eyes stare at you with disgust, fear and hate. There is nothing but an old barrel under your feet and you are trying not to move, not to lose your balance and summon the inevitable.

The rope is tied to a tree. The town's too small for its own place of execution. The words of the people reach your ear only muffled, single scraps of words. Fear beats too loudly in your ears and throat.

Someone kicks the barrel, you lose your footing and fall. A jolt goes through the rope, all at once your breath stops and you tear your eyes wide open in panic…

A green beam shoots over you and suddenly you manage to take a breath. You feel like someone pulled you back into the present. Your gasping has turned into a cough, in a desperate attempt to get air into your lungs. You blink away the tears from your eyes.

When you look up, you see that Loki has taken the witch to fall and is attacking him with two clones of him. In his fingers he holds the gem you stole from the witch cave. All three are making the same moves. The witch fights back, reaching through an illusion, which immediately disappears. He gets stabbed, stumbles. A tattoo on his neckline lights up and he grabs the two Lokis by the arm, sending lightning bolts into them. The doppelganger dissolves. The real Loki grits his teeth, but makes no sound of pain. He lunges with his dagger, but the attack is blocked. You scramble to your feet, forcing your body to start moving.

Another lightning attack. It paralyzes Loki for a split second, but it's enough for Daegal to disarm him. You grab him by the shoulder from behind. Surprised, he turns to you, but before he can attack you, you ram your knee into his crotch. With a high-pitched gasp, he doubles over and lets go of Loki.

Immediately the Asgardian is back on his feet and grabs the witch by the hair. A new dagger appears in his hand, which he puts to his neck. But before he can hurt him, you give Loki a sign to wait.

Your fingers still hold onto the fabric of Daegal's shirt. You mumble a few words.

Loki waits to see what happens, probably expecting you to finish it yourself. Then he notices the snake bracelet coming to life, moving down your arm like a real animal made of gold. It coils once around the sorcerer's neck, then hisses and bites him in the crook of the neck, buries its teeth deep in the flesh.

Daegal gurgles, then collapses, powerless.

Loki drops him to the ground. "Poison?" he asks you as you kneel down to pick up the snake again. You guide it to your arm, where it coils around again. With a single word, it freezes into jewelry again. Only then do you shake your head.

"He'll only forget this night," you reply, looking down at the body. "Witches shouldn't kill each other."

After all, you broke into his house. He was merely defending himself. Even if his witch cellar looks very suspicious and Daegal seems like a douchebag in general. That’s not enough to take his life.

Loki says nothing to this and puts the gem back in his pocket. You don't know if he agrees with you or disapproves of your decision.

Together you walk to the door that leads to the stairwell. It has become quiet, which seems suspicious. The both of you exchange a glance. Loki goes first.

On the next floor, he sees two more guards taken out, lying on the stairs. Natasha is taking their weapons from them. "There you are," she greets you. "Did you find it?"

"Yes."

"Good, then let's get out of here. Clint will get us off the roof."

Together, you continue walking upstairs. Just as you pass the floor leading to the club, the door opens and more security comes out. This time in a different, heavier uniform. Seems like someone called in the professionals. Your group hurries up to put more distance between you.

You stop briefly at the top of a stairhead and place your fingers on the floor. With a quick command, the steps fold in, becoming a smooth ramp that is a far more difficult obstacle for your pursuers.

Shots are fired and you yelp as you are hit in the shoulder. Quickly, you continue running upstairs. You hear more gunfire and duck your head, but don't stop moving. Gritting your teeth, you keep on your way. There is no alternative. Stopping means dying. Or worse.

Loki appears at your side, shielding further attacks with his body.

The guards aren't held long by your spell, you hear their heavy boots following you. But by then you've reached the door to the roof. It's locked, but with a kick from Loki it flies open, almost torn off its hinges. Asgardians have unparalleled strength.

As soon as you step out, you hear Clint's voice over comm. "Got visual."

You hear a low whirring sound before an arrow hits the side of the roof entrance. A metal rope is strung from it, reaching to the neighboring building where the archer is waiting. Natasha and Loki exchange a look and the Asgardian gestures. "Ladies first."

The Widow nods and steps onto the parapet. There, she pulls a hook from the belt of her leather pants, using it to secure herself to the wire rope that stretches almost horizontally. Then she nimbly climbs hanging on the rope to the other building.

Next Loki turns to you, but you watch in horror what Natasha is doing, your gaze wandering to the abyss between the two buildings. You must be seven stories high. Behind you, you hear rumbling from the stairwell.

"Hurry up," Loki urges, pulling you to the edge of the roof. You fidget in his grasp.

"No way!"

"I thought you could fly."

"I can float. There’s a difference. Even if I could fly, I wouldn't. I'm really not a fan of heights." You don't even dare look down over the edge of the roof. You feel like you're going to be sick. "I can't climb over there."

"You'll have to, I still can't teleport from here." Loki climbs up onto the small parapet. "Come on, we'll do this together."

Another security guard comes rushing up to the roof. Before he can fire his weapon, he is hit by an arrow and stumbles back. You have a choice between death by fall or death by bullet.

Loki takes the decision from you by grabbing your arm and pulling you up to him. He wraps his arm around your waist and you automatically lay yours around his neck to hold onto him. Briefly, you flinch as his clothes touch your wound.

"How are we going to do that?" you ask him, because there's no way either of you can climb like this.

"Loki, remember New York?" Clint asks.

The Asgardian hesitates for a split second.

"Yes."

You hear the whirring of an arrow. It's aimed directly at your companion, who turns a bit and catches it out of the air, just in time, before it hits his head. There is another wire rope on this arrow, just thinner. And at the end is a hook. Loki clamps it in place.

"Hold on tight," he commands you. You don't need to be told twice. A jolt goes through the arrow as you are pulled over as if by a winch. You close your eyes as your feet lose their footing. Loki's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. You try to focus on him and not on possible death.

You only need a few seconds until you've reached the other side. Nat helps you climb through a window into the building. Loki follows you suit. Clint cuts the rope while Natasha fires a few shots at more guards who try to follow you. Then you start running. The building is an empty office complex, which makes it easier for you to escape. Without interruption, you run through the corridors to the first floor. After stepping on the street, your squad disappears unnoticed in the darkness of the night.

Shortly after, you're all sitting in the jet, heading home. Once you are in the air and have left the city behind, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Natasha is back behind the wheel. You don't know where she gets the energy to do this. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, fatigue sets in. But you still feel far too nervous to relax. You knead your hands between your fingers as the realization catches up about what happened. You've been fighting a witch and a whole bunch of security guards. You put Loki and yourself in danger because you were scared, you remember ashamed. You thought that at the crucial moment you would have reacted differently, acted more courageously. Sighing, you slump your shoulders. You have reached your goal, collected the piece of the artifact. There are no casualties on your side. That is all that matters.

You look up as Loki takes a seat beside you. His gaze lays on the gunshot wound on your shoulder. Fortunately it’s just a graze, but it hurts nonetheless. Blood has seeped down your arm, but dried down. The wound pinches and stings. An unpleasant feeling, but one that somehow grounds you. You are alive.

The Asgardian doesn't look half as battered, you enviously notice. But he's also much more used to fighting. As a prince of Asgard, it was part of his upbringing and from the stories of Norse mythology alone, you know that he and his brother had their fair share of adventures in the past.

"You're injured," Loki states the obvious and you look up, smiling tiredly.

"It's not so bad. I'll treat it at home." He extends his fingers.

"May I?" he asks and you nod. He puts his fingers on your wound, which closes in a greenish glow. That’s convenient. Loki also immediately summons a blanket to put around you. You're glad; you're still only wearing the short dress, and as fatigue creeps into your muscles, so does the cold.

"Thank you." You rest your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I kept us on the roof."

"Merely an inconvenience," Loki waves it off. "Some fears are not rational. I understand that you have no control over it."

"I know, but still. That was unprofessional and put you in unnecessary danger."

"There was no real danger for me. And besides, in the fight against the witch you were outstanding."

"Yeah, that was pretty cool," you say smiling. But then you remember the choking and your heart clenches again. Better not to think about it. "I'm pretty beat. Can you wake me up before we arrive if I fall asleep?"

"I will," Loki promises.

You look around to figure out which position is most comfortable for sleeping. Unfortunately, the jet isn't really set up for that. There are individual seats for the pilot and co-pilot and otherwise just the barely padded benches at the walls where you sit. You wonder if Loki could conjure up a bed for you if you asked him to, but that would be a little weird. So the bench will have to do. You move a bit away from Loki, pull your legs up and lie down on your side. It's narrow, but there's enough room if you don't move.

"Put your head on my lap. Otherwise you'll hurt yourself in a turbulence," Loki instructs you.

Far too knocked out to question his offer, you simply accept it and move a little closer. He puts his hand loosely on your waist and thus prevents you from possibly rolling off the bench.

Although you're tired, you can’t sleep, only short episodes of dozing and half-sleep. Sometimes you blink, get blinded by the artificial light and close your eyes again. The buzz of the jet remains a constant background noise. Wrapped in the blanket and with Loki by your side, you trust him to watch over you.

You feel like you're dreaming, reliving the past few hours. Your body is twitching, processing what has happened, not yet understanding that you are no longer in danger. Loki looks down at you, sees your furrowed brows, the tense facial features. He lays his fingers on your head and sends you some soothing thoughts that seem to calm your body.

As he turns his head, he notices the Widow watching him from the bench across. She and the archer switched places a while ago. Clint now flies the jet so she can get some rest. She leans against the wall, one leg pulled up. But until she is back in the tower, she remains alert. She is a professional.

She doesn't shy away when their eyes meet. Natasha merely raises an eyebrow, taking in the unusual caring scene in front of her. Loki says nothing, doesn't even respond with a gesture. He doesn't want to wake you up, doesn't want to interrupt your much needed rest. Besides, he already knows that he has to be careful what he says to the Widow. She's smart, much smarter than he thought she was when they first met back in the helicarrier. Now they may be on the same team, but Loki won't underestimate her again.

He wakes you up as New York comes into view. Your eyes immediately shoot open as he gently shakes you. Your head still rests on his lap and you wonder if Loki has moved even an inch in the last few hours.

"We are almost there," he informs you as you sit up and stretch your limbs. They're a little stiff from being cramped on that small bench.

Through the large windshield in front of the pilot's seat, you see that it's still night, but there's a narrow strip of light on the horizon. It won't be long before the sun rises. You know you'll fall right back into bed in the tower anyway. Right after you've eaten something.

And you still have to hand over the artifact part to Stephen. But as you land, Loki offers to take over the task and you are grateful to him for it. You texted Stephen that you were successful, but there was no response from him yet. That means you still have to walk through Manhattan to the Sanctum, and you really don't have the energy for that anymore.

Secretly, you hope that it will take a little while for you to find the third and final part of it. For now, you've had enough action-packed adventures. The next mission can wait a little longer.

The morning has just dawned when Loki is standing in front of the doors on Bleecker Street. It's been a while since he was last here, and his last visit didn't exactly leave him with pleasant memories. Surprisingly, the doors still open for him without hesitation. Cautiously, Loki steps inside, bracing himself for the possibility that the floor might open under him and swallow him. But nothing of the sort happens.

He stands in the empty entrance hall. The master of the Sanctum should be notified of his arrival, but no one appears. On the other hand, Loki wouldn’t be surprised if Strange simply ignores him.

He is very tempted to just throw the gem on the floor and leave. Before he can decide to do so, however, a door to his right opens and a man steps out. He wears robes similar to Strange's, but is shorter. He is biting into a sandwich when he notices Loki.

For a long second, he just stares at him in surprise. Then suddenly the sandwich is gone and a trapping pentagram appears under Loki's feet. The man creates two glowing Ruby Rings of Raggadorr on his fists and eyes him suspiciously, clearly wary about the sudden appearance of an Asgardian god in the Sanctum.

"I'm looking for Stephen," Loki huffs, partly amused about the reaction, partly annoyed. He tries to move his legs but can't take his feet off the ground.

The man frowns. "The Sorcerer Supreme is currently unavailable. He's-…" He is interrupted as a portal opens at the foot of the grand staircase and Stephen stumbles out. His face is sooty and his clothes are partially burned.

"I fucking hate hell," Strange mutters under his breath. Then he notices that he isn't alone and he clears his throat. "Wong? Loki? Am I interrupting something?"

"The Sorcerer Supreme will see you now," Wong says to Loki and turns away, his sandwich back in his hands.

The pentagram remains under his feet.

"Your cloak is on fire," Loki points out, looking at it.

Stephen turns his head and looks down at the red fabric. "It is," he states, clearly not alarmed about the fact. Then adds, obviously not addressing Loki, "I told you to stop doing that." He moves his hands for a spell to put the fire out but the cloak rises from his shoulders and darts up the stairs, "Don't get anywhere near the curtains!"

Sighing, the sorcerer runs a hand through his singed hair.

"Should I be worried that your cloak is an arsonist?" Loki asks with a raised eyebrow.

"It's fireproof, but it likes the way flames tickle it."

"Sounds like an arsonist." It's probably a miracle that the Sanctum Sanctorum hasn't burned to the ground yet.

"Anyway, why are you here?" Strange demands to know.

Instead of answering the question, Loki points to the pentagram under his feet. "Could you...?" Stephen does a motion and the Asgardian is able to use his legs again.

"We got the second piece of 'Bloodweeper'.”

"Great," Stephen replies, holding out his hand.

Loki looks at it without moving a bit. "Don't you want to know where or how we got it?"

"Listen, I just came straight out of hell. Like literal hell, and it was a very long day. I'm sure you had fun on your little adventure, but I'd really like to take a shower and go to bed." Stephen looks very tired and very human.

Loki grits his teeth and is very tempted to just turn around and demonstratively leave him standing there. But that would mean he would have to come back another day, and he prefers to keep contact with the sorcerer to a bare minimum.

He summons the gem from his pocket dimension. But holding it in his hands, he is suddenly hesitant to give it to Strange. He looks at the clear structure of the gem, remembering the power that resides in it and that had passed through him when he used it against Daegal.

The sorcerer takes the gem from his hand.

Loki blinks and raises his head. "It really does amplify powers extraordinarily," he mentions, just to say something.

Strange is about to turn to leave, seeing the matter settled, but stops and narrows his eyes. "You used it?"

"It just sort of happened." The Asgardian shrugs, his eyes back on the gem in Strange's hand. "The owner was reluctant to hand it over."

The sorcerer lets the piece of the artifact float between his fingers. Then it vanishes into his own pocket dimension, drawing Loki out of his stare.

"Where are you taking it?" The Asgardian asks with interest.

"Somewhere safe." The answer is as short as it is cold.

The aversion between the two men is palpable. Strange harbors a healthy distrust of the Asgardian, while Loki has a personal dislike for Strange.

"I didn't vote for you," Loki clarifies, just in case Strange hadn't caught on to his dislike yet. "You know, to be Sorcerer Supreme."

Frankly, Strange cares very little for Loki's opinion. His thoughts have long since turned to the shower that still awaits him. "You haven't been there for the voting."

"If I had been, I still wouldn't have voted for you." With that, he turns and leaves. Luckily, because Strange is about to open a portal under Loki's feet and drop him endlessly for the next few hours so he can finally have his peace.

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So much is going on: you and Loki being physical close. Fighting a witch. A piece of your past is revealed. And Loki and Stephen are perfect frenemies.

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[lady-rose-moon]

I need him back

A/N; so this basically takes Wanda out of Marvel and puts you in her place! Ruling out WandaVision, you follow in Wanda's footsteps through Multiverse of Madness

Warnings: major character death, Corrupted!Reader, mental torture

Summary: after finding out that you have lost absolutely everything in the world that you held dear, you are determined to get it back.

Part One { Part Two { Part Three

As the battle raged around you, you swung your sword and your daggers flew in all directions, hitting Chitauri after Chitauri. Staying on Midgard after Thor and Loki left to go back to Asgard to face off with their sister might have been a good idea since all these beasts have returned. As you drove a dagger into the skull of a rider, you saw the Bifrost activate and you anxiously awaited both Princes joining the battle. Sadly, only Thor stepped out of the Bifrost without Mjolnir and with a new axe.

"Thor!" you called out over the cries of the Chitauri. You slammed your sword into another beast before sliding between their legs and sprinting over to the elder prince, "Thor! Where is Loki? Is he okay?"

Thor stared down at you and cupped your neck gently, his eyes full of drowning sorrow and he pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," the God whispered, "Loki is dead. Really dead."

Your world crashed in that moment and you laughed into Thor's shoulder, patting his back and shaking your head, "don't be silly! Loki can't die! He's died twice before and has come back! You'll see, he's fine!"

"Lady Y/N," Thor pressed, his eyes full of despair as he reached out to you.

Smiling, you batted away his hand and threw a dagger over his shoulder, "Loki isn't dead, Thor. He's Loki! He's tricked us before!"

Before Thor could lie even more, you ran off into the heat of battle, your mind consumed with thoughts of falling into bed with Loki at the end of the day and raving about how amazing it felt to drive your daggers through the skulls of your victims. Loki couldn't be dead, he would never leave you alone in this world!

A rumble sounded throughout the battlefield and your seiðr immediately informed you that Thanos had arrived. Grinning, your seiðr gleamed around your hands as you took off into the air to face the deadly foe. Even if you went to Valhalla in this battle, Loki would understand! You were going to kill Thanos for breaking Loki back when he fell from the Bifrost.

You landed in front of the titan just as he was approaching Wanda and Vision. You saw that she was going to destroy the Mind Stone and therefore kill Vision and your heart cracked, how it must feel to lose the one you love. Loki would cuddle you later as you cried for them.

Turning to Thanos, he studied you and recognition flashed in his eyes. "Ah," the titan spoke, running chills down your spine as your seiðr crackled around you, "God of Mischief's wife. So sad that you weren't there to see him. It's a shame that he had to die, he could have been my puppet again."

You laughed as you held a dagger up to his face, he was trying to get under your skin. Loki wouldn't have died and left you alone here! He will be here, he and Heimdall were just taking their time! "Nice try but I know he's alive, you haven't won!"

"Oh dear," Thanos chuckled darkly, approaching you and watching your stance tighten, ready to attack, "you're in denial, child. As much as you wish to deny it, I am telling the truth. Loki Laufeyson is dead. Neck snapped and he was dead before he was even thrown back to his worthless brother."

Rage soared through your veins and you screamed as your seiðr ignited in your palms, throwing blast after blast at the titan as he used the Space Stone as a shield against your attacks. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you focused on the core of your seiðr and wrapped a ring of green fire around him.

You closed in the ring around him but you were thrown to the ground when the Mind Stone exploded behind you. Slowly getting to your feet, you didn't have time to stop him as Thanos activated the Time Stone and turned back time around him.

When you were back in your previous place, seiðr burning in your hands, Thanos swatted you away and knelt beside you, picking your head up by your hair. "I know grief, little one, I see why he used you," Thanos spoke softly before dropping you down onto the ground and walking towards Wanda and Vision, kicking Wanda away and seizing Vision by the throat.

You watched as he tore the Stone from Vision's head and added it to the gauntlet, taking in the powerful energy of the combined Infinity Stones.

Suddenly, Thor's new axe flew through the air right into Thanos's chest. Landing before the titan and taking his head into his hand, Thor snarled down at him, "I told you, you'd die for that."

"You... you..." Thanos began, his breathing laboured as Thor stared at him in confusion, "you should have gone for the head."

"NO!" Thor yelled but it was too late, Thanos snapped his fingers and a shockwave threw him and Thor back.

Getting to your feet, you rushed over to your brother-in-law and cupped his cheek, "Thor? Thor! Come on, not you too!"

Thor slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at you before your eyes widened as you stared at your hands. They were disappearing! You were disappearing!

Thor pulled you into a hug, shaking his head quickly, "don't go. Don't go! Not like him..."

"I'm sorry..." you whispered to him, tilting your head and smiling at him, "I'll say hello to Loki for you."

As quick as you disappeared, you reappeared. Knelt awkwardly on the floor, you looked around in confusion for any sign of Thor. He had just been here! Where is he!?

An orange portal appeared in front of you and you held out your daggers to the sorcerer that you had met before. "So, we meet again, Princess Y/N Lokiwife. I'm sorry it is under such circumstances but we need your help."

Your anger from before resurfaced and you threw a dagger in his direction but he merely caught it and sighed, "I apologise for what happened, Y/N," Doctor Strange spoke carefully, "Loki was a good man to you. I trust that he will continue to live in your memory."

Scoffing, you marched past the sorcerer through the portal. What you saw on the other side was the ruined land that used to be Avengers Compound. Seeing it destroyed left a mournful spark in your heart as you remembered how you and Tony had agreed to study the science of magic in the labs, how you and Cap had sparred on the grass out front, how you and Loki had danced in the rain one too many times and it left you rolling in the sheets for the next three hours.

Even the thought of Loki had tears prickling in your eyes but you stood tall, daggers in one hand and a sword in the other. Your Asgardian armour materialised on your body, changing your chosen colour on the leathers to green to honour the loss of your husband. His helm appeared on your head, the simple one that he wore throughout his reign as King of Asgard.

Everyone was gathering together, waiting for a signal to attack and you readily joined them, keen to take your anger out on another army. The weapons in your hands vibrated with your nerves as you took in the tension around you, you could feel all the sorrow and loss burning in the atmosphere and being transformed into rage, determination to fight for what was right and to save the world.

"Avengers!" Came the voice of Steve from a way down, his voice magnified thanks to Doctor Strange. Mjolnir came flying into his hand and you stared in shock for a moment before he whispered, "assemble."

With a mighty cry, you all charged at the army on the other side of the field. You pushed your seiðr into your hands and propelled up into the sky. Below, you could see the moment both sides hit and began the brawl but you focused on one; Thanos. He was wearing armour this time but that bastard wouldn't be spared because of that. With a roar, you dropped down and the space around you gleamed with green when you landed.

Instantly, the scent of blood and dust and explosives hit your nose and it fueled your rage even more. Meeting eyes with your foe, you snarled, "you took everything from me."

The monster regarded you carefully but there was no recognition in his eyes as he raised his blade and got into a battle stance, "I don't even know who you are."

"You will," you whispered and closed your eyes. Centuries old seiðr burned through your veins, prickling to be used, to be ignited and bring forth your storm. With deep concentration, you lifted off the ground, the floor around you lifting alongside you and memories flew through your mind as you launched debris after debris at the monster.

"Remember, darling," he whispered gently into your ear, his hands stroking down your forearms as your hand gleamed your familiar forest green, "you know yourself better than anybody. Channel your knowledge into your hands and try again."

Following his lead, you closed your eyes and dug deep into yourself, curling protectively around your magical core as you felt it pulse and spark at your proximity. Slowly, you drew it to the surface and opened your eyes, grinning when you saw a fully formed illusion of yourself in front of you. Whooping with joy, you turned and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, laughing and giggling.

Loki laughed with you before his eyes dropped to your lips and he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to yours and smiling when you sighed into the kiss, your arms tightening around his neck.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you pushed past the many illusions you had created to distract the monster and leapt forward, catching him off-balance and throwing him to the floor, your dagger to his neck.

"Now I remember you," Thanos spat, "you're Laufeyson's whore. All he ever screamed was your name as I cut him to pieces and put him together again. Judging by your anger, I say he's dead. Judging by your need to murder me, I killed him."

Your dagger was so close to his throat before you were thrown away by a Chitauri rider, screaming in anger as Thanos got away. Luckily, he didn't get far before Wanda confronted him. Her power was immense and you couldn't help but stand frozen as she attacked him, lifting him up into the air and almost squeezing him to death before he called for his whole army.

You saw the guns start to lock their target onto Wanda so you quickly got to your feet and slid in front of her, pulling up a barrier to save the both of you from the blasts.

"Thanks," Wanda panted, helping you to your feet, offering you a broken smile.

"Anytime. I've got a monster to defeat," you patted her shoulder before running back at Thanos, only to see a woman holding him in place, the gauntlet on his hand that she was keeping open with just her brute strength. When he headbutted her, she showed no reaction so you took Thanos's shock as an opening and blasted his feet so he fell.

You walked up to the woman and sighed, "this man murdered my husband. Let me kill him."

Thanos chuckled and reached up, tugging the power stone from the gauntlet and using its power to blast the both of you away. You hit the ground and rolled, trying to get back onto your feet before Tony lunged in and you watched him take the stones from the gauntlet before he was pushed away.

Thanos heaved breaths as he stood tall, gauntleted hand raised high. "I am... inevitable."

When he snapped, nothing happened and he looked confused, turning over his hand and staring down at the empty gauntlet.

You heard the clink of stones behind you and you turned with Thanos to see Tony on his knees, taking the full power of the Infinity Stones as he glared at Thanos.

"And I..." Tony breathed, his speech becoming difficult as he tried to focus on the matter at hand, "am... Iron Man."

The snap that followed filled your heart with hope as you spun around, hoping to see those that Thanos killed revived; including Loki. Instead, you watched as monster after monster disappeared. Realising what was happening, you stalked forward and grabbed Thanos's hand, snarling down at him.

"My face will be the last you see, just as yours was Loki's last," you spat, smirking as his face was reduced to ash.

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The satisfaction of Thanos' death didn't linger for long. You didn't attend Tony's funeral but you paid respects before you disappeared from his cabin.

Your anger still burned inside you as you tracked down the witch who had what you needed. Agatha Harkness. You had stalked her for several days now and you were sure her home was covered in powerful runes. You readied yourself for the probability that you would be without your magic, a holster on your thigh prepped with daggers and throwing knives and a gun, a holster on your bicep hidden under your sleeve with another dagger and the pin you spun your hair around was sharpened to use as a weapon if needed.

Blasting down the door, you stepped out of the way of a blast of purple and smirked when you saw Agatha, purple glowing in her hand as she glared at you.

"I thought I sensed someone stalking me," the witch spat, sending another blast your way which you attempted to sidestep but it hit you in your side, making you double over, "what do you want, hun? Are you lost?"

You giggled and threw a dagger right at her face, watching as she caught it and sent it right back to you before the image of you disappeared in a gimmer of green and you appeared behind her. "Sorry," you cooed, kicking her feet and watching her fall, "but I need something of yours."

"The Dark Hold?" Agatha asked sweetly, a sinister look glimmering in her eye, "it consumes everything it touches. Are you sure, dear? Surely Loki wouldn't be very happy."

"I'm doing this for Loki, witch, he will never have to know," you snarled, the remnants of your seiðr gleaming as ropes formed around her, "I'll take the book off your hands."

You walked closer to her and took a keyring from her belt, seeing the book charm on it that seeped with dark magic. You glared down at Agatha with a sickening smirk on your face, "I'm sorry," you whispered, "but you aren't allowed to remember this."

You delved into her mind the moment you touched her temple, erasing all memory of you from her mind and planting ideas in her head that she had lost the Dark Hold a year ago. Smirking, you unbound her and left the dingy cottage, disappearing in a gimmer of forest green.

~~~~~~~

Feeling the press of lips to your skin, you smiled and opened your eyes, seeing Loki above you. With a bright smile on your face, you reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down into a soft kiss. Loki quickly sighed into the kiss and his tongue passed between your lips, his hips rocking against yours,

Taking a breath, you pulled away and whimpered at the sight of him above you. His curls were bouncy, his eyes the most beautiful emeralds that you had ever seen, his toned body easily holding itself above you. With a grin, you pulled him into a more heated kiss and he growled playfully as he rolled onto his back, you straddling him as you continued to kiss.

Just as you were about to undress him, he grabbed your wrist gently and frowned as he whispered, "this has to stop."

You frowned instantly, curious as to why he was saying such a thing. "What do you mean, Loki?

Loki stared down at you with a frown, grief overtaking his senses as he cupped your cheek like usual, closing his eyes and sealing your lips into a kiss. When he pulled away, he sighed and stroked the tears from your cheek, "I'm dead, princess, please stop it... you have to stop... you're losing yourself..."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you sat up and shook your head, "but I am looking for you! You're alive, you know you are! I know you are! If it had just... If you had stayed on Midgard and I had gone with Thor, you would be alive..."

"But that wasn't the case," Loki declared, "I went and I died. That was my choice. I fought for my kingdom, I protected my brother, I protected you."

"But you're not here with me!" You sobbed, climbing out of the bed and walking to the window, frowning when you saw nothing outside of it. Just an illusion, as always, never another universe.

Arms wrapped around your waist and a kiss was pressed to your shoulder as tears dripped down your cheeks, "please," Loki whispered, "please put down the book. Please. I'm dead... Please, Y/N, you're losing who you used to be."

A childish giggle broke your stare out of the window and you whirled around to see a younger version of you and Loki happily playing on the carpet. Loki's hair was shorter, his clothes showed his youth and his smile showed it even more; so innocent and ignorant to the reality of the world outside.

"Loki?" the younger version of you spoke, looking up from her Valkyrie doll to stare at the boy across from her.

Younger Loki looked away from his toy to smile at his friend, "yes, Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Where do you see us in the future?" you asked with a shy smile, your fingers playing nervously with the loose string on your dress, not meeting your friend's eyes in an attempt to not look desperate.

"Why, married to you, of course! You're my bestest friend and I wanna protect you like papa does with mama! When I'm King, you will be my Queen and we will rule Asgard for thousands of years!" Loki declared, pulling you up and laughing at your squeal.

Erupting in laughter, the both of you embraced and swayed contentedly to each other's heartbeats.

"Your Queen," the younger version of you whispered with a dainty smile, "I like the sound of that."

~~~~~~~~

It took a month before your power built up enough for you to look at the multiverse. It required someone with a strong magical core so you trained for weeks to strengthen your core to be able to hold all of that magic.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the Dark Hold and cast the enchantment that allowed you to see the other universes. Giggling erupted immediately, calls of "Loki!", "mummy!", "Daddy!" being heard from a vast number of realities.

Igniting the candles around you, your body rose into the air as you closed your eyes and began the dreamwalking ritual. Soon enough, you found your way into a branch and overtook the you of that reality.

She fought for a while but she had no match for your power, fueled by grief and hatred. You locked her away in her mind for now and took a look at where she was living.

It was a quaint cabin in the mountains. It was cluttered and the fire was lit, the smell of food cooking in the kitchen just behind the living room.

"Y/N!" came the call of the voice you were desperate to hear again and you stepped closer to the kitchen, peeking your head around the corner to stare at your husband. He was dressed in a sweater and black sweatpants that hugged his waist and you drooled. Turning, he saw you staring and smirked, "later, dearest, can you go wake Haven? It's almost dinner time."

You nodded numbly and a flutter overtook your stomach. You had a child with Loki in this reality! Walking into the other room, you saw the child snuggled up on her bed and your heart ached to hold them. You stepped closer and dropped to your knees before the child, gently taking their hand and shaking them.

"Sweetheart," you whispered, their cute little snores continuing so you pressed on, "Haven... come on, baby, time to wake up."

Slowly, the child woke up and she flashed you a delighted smile, reaching for your face, "mama," she whispered tiredly.

With a grin, you reached forward to pick her up but you were thrown back into your own body. Disoriented, you looked around for any sign of Haven or Loki but your heart broke when there were none.

Staring down at your hands, you sobbed when you saw that your fingers were slowly turning black. Sniffling, you looked over at the Dark Hold, doubt settling in before it was destroyed when a thought crossed your mind.

Loki would do the same for you.

~~~~~~~~~

"Apples, right?" Doctor Strange asked, walking up to you as you trimmed the branches of the trees surrounding your home.

"Eventually," you replied, tilting your head at him, "don't tell me there's another time-jumping Thanos to defeat?"

Stephen smirked and shook his head, "no, this is worse. Much worse. See, there's this girl that's jumped into this reality and she's being followed by monsters, wanting her power, we need your help to figure out what is going on."

"There were always others that you could call?" You suggested, elated to hear that the brat you had been tracking for months now had finally found the right dimension.

"Yeah well if you take into consideration all of the bug-themed heroes and then one of the two most powerful Avengers? Who did you think I was going to pick?" Stephen asked with a fond smile on his face.

You grinned as you walked with him, taking account of how he wanted your help, a plan formulating in your brain. "What if you brought America here?" you suggested.

"Here?" Stephen asked with a curious look and you didn't notice your slip up but he did, trying to figure out when he had called her out by her name.

"Yeah. I know what it's like to be on your own, hunted for abilities you never wanted... I can protect her..." you assured him, continuing to walk until realising that he wasn't following. Upon that realisation, you turned to him curiously.

Stephen sighed and shook his head. Taking that as confirmation that you had slipped up, you sighed and shook your head, "you never told me her name, did you?"

"No."

Sighing, you raised your hand and the illusion of the trees disappeared to reveal the dead plot of land that you had killed in a burst of rage, "you know... the illusion was the easy part... the lying? Not so much..."

Your casual clothes melted away to reveal your armour. You were wearing armour reminiscent of Loki's ceremonial garb but the horns were made into a circlet and the overall make was more feminine. Your fingertips became black as coal once more and you found that you didn't care anymore.

You watched as Stephen looked around the destruction until his eyes landed on the Dark Hold. Shocked, he took a step forward towards it, "The Dark Hold," he breathed, his eyes darting to you.

"You know of the Dark Hold?" you asked curiously, tilting your head and stepping closer to him.

"I know that it is the Book of the Damned," Stephen replied, his eyes never leaving yours, "I know that it corrupts anything and anyone it touches. I wonder what it has done to you."

You shook your head and grinned at him, "the Dark Hold only showed me the truth. What I lost... can be mine again..."

"What do you want with America? What do you want with the Multiverse?" Stephen asked, watching your reactions and keeping his guard up as he scowled at you.

You smiled and shrugged languidly, "I'm going to leave this reality and go to one where I can be with Loki."

"Y/N, Loki is dead, you cannot tamper with the multiverse to reverse that," Stephen tried, sympathy on his face as he took a step closer to you.

You sighed and walked close to him until you were close enough to feel his breath on your skin, "if you knew there was a world where you were happy, wouldn't you want to go there?"

Stephen rolled his eyes and looked away, "I am happy."

You grinned and shook your head, "I know better than most what self-deception looks like, Stephen Strange."

"What you're doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law," Stephen continued, his eyes boring into yours, trying to find the woman beneath the corruption, trying to save you, "if you take that child's power, she won't survive."

Your eyes darkened as you leaned closer to him, "I don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen. But she's not a child," you scoffed, walking around the surgeon as you continued, she's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other universes. Her sacrifice... would be for the greater good."

"Well, then you can kiss your title as an Avenger goodbye because that's the kind of justification our enemies use," Stephen retorted, glaring at you as you scowled.

"Is it the one you used? When you gave Thanos the Time Stone? I almost had him, I almost killed him. I was so close, so close to grabbing that gauntlet and reversing what he did to Loki. Instead, because of you, he snapped away trillions. And you were praised for bringing them back," you sneered, a tear dropping unconsciously down your cheek, "you break the rules and become a hero. I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair."

Stephen took a steady breath and sighed, "what happens now?"

"Return to Kamar-Taj and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown. Peacefully," you whispered, your eyes never leaving Stephen's, "after that? You'll never see me again."

You began to walk away, the Dark Hold disappearing into your skin as you walked but you stopped when Stephen began again. "And if we don't?"

You turned to him and sighed, shrugging, "then it won't be Y/N that comes for her. It will be the Goddess of Revenge."

With that, you continued walking away, leaving Stephen in the destroyed orchard.

~~~~~~~

"You have to stop, please," a whisper blew through your ears as you waited above Kamar-Taj, watching them getting into a battle formation. Loki's voice used to bring you so much sorrow but you were going to do anything to bring him back, you just needed to wait a while longer.

You watched the sun sink below the mountains and your seiðr gleamed in your hands as you made yourself visible. You saw them all ready to fight and your heart ached. You didn't want to hurt anybody but you would do anything to get your family back.

You watched as Stephen flew up in front of you and you smiled sadly. "All of this for a child you met yesterday," you murmured, a tear dripping down your cheek.

"Y/N, you are justifiably angry. You lost so many things," Stephen frowned, trying to gauge your emotions cautiously.

"My husband has died three times now. Twice, I had to watch and the third I was simply told. Three times my heart has died, three times have I longed for it to be me instead of him," you whispered, not even looking at Stephen now, another tear falling before you gathered yourself and glared at him, "do not speak to me of sacrifice, Stephen Strange."

You flew closer to him and took in his appearance, how calm he was on the outside but how worried he was beneath the surface, a side he longed you not to see. "If you give me what I want," you whispered gently, "I can send you to a world where you can be with Christine."

Stephen drew a breath and floated backwards, his face hardening into a scowl as he snarled, "the full might of Kamar-Taj stands against you," behind him, the battle formation got ready to fight and you smiled at their efforts, "do not dare to enter these sacred grounds."

"You have no idea just how reasonable I've been," you shook your head, Loki's voice in your mind coming forth to beg you to stop once more but you pushed it away.

"Yeah," Stephen sighed, rolling his eyes, "Book of the Damned, calling yourself Goddess of Revenge, conjuring creatures to abduct a kid, I don't exactly call that being reasonable."

You laughed softly, your nose tingling from the onslaught of tears, "sending those creatures after her instead of myself was... mercy. And in spite of your hypocrisies and insults, I have begged you to safely get out of my way," you spat, a tear dragging down your cheek as you continued, "you have exhausted my patience but I do hope you understand that even now... what's about to happen... this is me... being... reasonable."

You shot a blast of darkened green at the sorcerer but it was blocked by a shield. Once realising that your attack failed, you stopped and watched him fly down to stand with the Sorcerer Supreme.

Snarling, you spent the next ten minutes fighting your way to getting to some point of weakness in the shields. An opportunity came in the shape of a trainee, his hands shaking and his nerves being displayed on his face. Giving him a small smile, an illusion appeared behind him and whispered, "run."

The shield fell as the trainee scampered, bashing past other sorcerers. You built up your seiðr and threw it through the hole in the shield, their screams fueling your anger as you threw blast after blast at the people attacking you.

In the back of your mind, you knew that this was wrong, you knew you needed to stop, that there were other ways that you could try but the Dark Hold's grip on you was too great.

You brought the sanctum to its knees and when you landed, a wave of green flashed and you walked through the ruin, not really seeing it. You needed to get America. You needed to get Loki and Haven back, you needed them!

With a deep breath, you delved into your mind and located America in a secured room with elder sorcerers. If only she could see that you needed her power for good reasons! You needed Loki back, that's all you wanted! All you would ever need!

As you opened your eyes again, you saw Stephen in front of you. He glared at you as he spoke, "you want the girl, you'll have to go through me."

"Fine," you answered, walking forward and preparing to fight. Instead, the world around you began to spin and become disoriented. You gasped as you saw yourself in front of you and you walked forward.

Taking in your appearance, you gave out a broken sob as you saw how tired you looked. Your fingers were consumed by the dark magic of the book you needed, Loki's armour had started to crack, your circlet had darkened from Loki's gold to a disgusting murky grey with cracks in it.

"You're losing yourself," came the pleading voice again, your heart sinking as you realised that you were.

The lucidity of the moment didn't last long, however, as you saw many reflections of yourself appear. Realising it was a trick, you called your seiðr and pulled the reflections away. The mirrors cracked and you looked around timidly, firing off a blast that quickly rebounded and bounced off every reflection.

Wait! Reflections! Loki taught you something about reflections before.

"If you put your finger to a mirror and there's a space between you and your reflection's finger, that means it's a real mirror! If you see that your fingertips are touching, it's one way! Mother taught me that! Said that silly Vanir and Elves do it to trick unsuspecting people!" younger Loki giggled.

You rolled your eyes and pouted, "no way! Why would anyone wanna spy? Why can't they just keep to themselves like we do?"

Younger Loki shrugged and laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "don't worry, my precious girl, I will protect you."

You smiled and rested your head against his chest, grinning and rolling your eyes, "my hero."

Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the shattered glass and found that there wasn't a gap between your hand and the reflections. Smirking, you dipped your hand through and cast a spell to disintegrate Stephen's sling ring before he used it to get America out of the sanctum.

How cute, you thought as some parts of the glass became blank. They were trying to cover the reflections. Finally, you found something big enough to crawl through, your body becoming disfigured as you pressed through but righting itself when you stood up.

Before you stood Wong, Stepehn and behind them, America.

"All those lives just to keep me from Loki and Haven," you sighed, walking to stand opposite the three of them.

"You took those lives. You cannot be allowed to cross into the Multiverse," Stephen replied, standing in front of America like a shield and you sighed.

"I'm not a monster, Stephen, I'm a mother," you remarked, feeling another wave of depression and pain wash over you.

"Y/N, you have no child and you don't have Loki, he's dead and Haven doesn't exist," Stephen breathed, trying to reason with you.

You smiled sadly and shook your head, "they're alive... I know they are... because I dream of them. Every. Night," you whispered, a tear dropping unknowingly as you summoned the DarkHold from your pocket dimension, "of my husband and the child we made together."

The Dark Hold opened to reveal whisps of other universes, rings of laughter and chaos filling the deathly silent room. You stared at one of the whisps, a universe in which Loki and you had moved away to the mountains to live alone and soon, raise your child. "Every night, the same dream," the book disappeared and more tears welled in your eyes, "and every morning, the same... nightmare..."

"What if you reach them? What happens to the other you?" Stephen asked, trying a different angle to attempt to make you see reason, "what happens to their wife and mother?"

You tried to keep a cool expression as images of killing the other version of you flashed behind your eyes, taking her place and finally being happy. You didn't understand why this was so hard for Stephen to understand, you just wanted to get Loki back and to have Haven! Why was that such a crime!?

You didn't expect his attack to come so when he shot two serpents at you, you only just had enough time to react and stop them. No matter how many times you beheaded them, however, they keep coming back. Stephen hissed as you continued to behead the serpents and you looked at him weirdly before overpowering him with a huge blast of green.

Lifting up into the air, green seiðr glowing around your hands, you threw Stephen away from America and grabbed her with red tendrils of magic, listening to her frightened screams. Wong attempted to attack you but you caught his daggers easily and threw them away, knocking him away easily.

You began to suck America's powers out of her body, the beautiful blue glow gave you the best feeling of elation that you had ever experienced. You were going to get your family back!

A portal was opening behind America as you kept stealing her power and you couldn't stop it when Stephen jumped through with America in his arms.

Seething, you used your magic to chain Wong up and begin setting up candles to dreamwalk. Once you were ready, you summoned the Dark Hold and began the ritual, floating in the air as you travelled to the universe where you felt America's power.

When you arrived, you were in a quaint cottage, your lesser version clearing up a bowl from Haven's lap and giving a kiss to Loki. When she walked into the kitchen, you latched onto her brain and took over.

The girl fought well, you'd give her that, but not well enough. Once you were in control, you sighed softly and headed to the back door.

"Y/N?" called a voice from the living room and you froze, your heart beating wildly as you registered Loki's peaceful voice.

"Yes, darling?" you called back, tears brimming in your eyes making it impossible to see straight.

"Where are you going?"

You thought of an excuse before you sighed and shrugged, "just to... take out the trash."

"Mama! Come here! Wanna show you somefink!" called the little voice of the child you would never have.

Gathering the courage, you walked into the living room to see Loki on the floor with Haven, both of their hands glowing with seiðr. You sobbed softly as you watched Narvi form a love heart in the air with sparkles around it.

Loki looked away from his daughter to face you and he frowned when he saw you crying. "Is everything alright, beloved?" he asked gently, standing up and hugging you from the side, resting your head on his shoulder.

Nodding, you cuddled into him and enjoyed his warmth.

Suddenly, pain washed over you and you were thrown backwards. You snapped away from the multiverse you were in and saw someone stabbing the Dark Hold. Your mind was still connected to the other you so you felt Loki's arms supporting you and the screams of your daughter.

"Darling? Darling are you alright?" Loki asked, worry clear on his face as he held you.

You watched as he slowly disappeared even if you gripped onto him and you clutched your heart as you sobbed before looking over at where the Dark Hold was, seeing it disintegrate underneath the blade.

"No, no, no!!" you sprinted over to the book, trying to find something to salvage but there was nothing. Angrily, you turned to Wong and blasted him away, stalking after his rolling body.

"I need the Dark Hold spells. You are the Sorcerer Supreme. Tell me what you know," you demanded, anger bubbling inside you as desire burned alongside it, desire to be back in the loving arms of your husband, to see your daughter's magic.

Wong spat out some blood as he glared at you, "you'll have to kill me, Witch."

"Not you, them," you threatened, lifting up the few survivors of Kamar-Taj, making them writhe in agony as Wong could only watch.

"Y/N stop. Y/N, please," Wong looked between you and the survivors before relenting, "the Dark Hold was a copy!"

You ceased the torture after that and looked towards Wong, "a copy?"

"Legend speaks of a mounted with the wretched spells you seek carved into its walls. It's there that the Dark Hold was transcribed. Mount Wundagore," Wong replied, guilt showing over his face as he sighed.

"Wundagore?" you whispered, hope brimming in your chest yet again at the prospect of seeing your child and husband again.

"No one has survived the journey," Wong revealed, hoping to distract you and keep you away with the threat.

You scoffed and summoned a sling ring from a dead sorcerer and gave it to Wong, darkness in your eye as you sneered, "perhaps we will be the exception."

You glared at Wong as he sighed and looked down at the sling ring, shaking his head and putting it on. You looked up at the sky, relief washing over you as you knew your wait was almost over, you would have America's power soon and you would be able to save Loki and bring Haven to life! You would do this. You needed him, you need him back so much.

~~~~~~~~~~

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Seductively Destructive, Chapter 2

‘He probably picks one girl at each gig to flirt with like that. It doesn’t mean anything.’ Erin shrugged as she walked with Jane to the pub for the afterparty.

‘Hmm, I don’t think so. I’ve seen a lot of posts online about their gigs, where he is rather flirty with a lot of girls, I’ve never seen anything about him singling out anyone like he has done with you tonight. Surely if he did that at every gig, then someone would’ve said something about it.’ Jane shrugged.

Erin just hummed in response. Of course, the thought of something happening with Loki was exciting and a big fantasy, but Erin was realistic and knew he could have anyone he wanted. If he didn’t already, as no one knew for sure really. He kept his private life just that, private. Usually he did, anyway.

They were both a bit dubious as to whether they’d actually get into the pub, if Loki did actually put their names down or if he had just been saying it to get their hopes up. But when they turned up and spoke to the bouncer at the door with the list, they got right in.

‘Wow. This is insane.’ Erin laughed as they walked in and there was already quite a bunch of people there, drinking and mingling with the band and crew. The support bands were there too.

She spotted Loki speaking with a few other people as she went to the bar with Jane to get a drink. They ended up speaking to the drummer of the band for a little while, then he got swooped away by others.

‘I still can’t believe we’re here.’ Erin said in disbelief.

‘Me neither.’ Jane laughed.

A couple of their friends were also there, so they ended up joining them at their table. Erin kept feeling eyes on her now and then, whenever she looked up Loki would be looking in her direction. She couldn’t maintain eye contact with him though so would quickly look away again.

‘I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone else want one?’ Erin asked the table.

‘No, think we’re good. You’re just downing them too quick.’ One of their friends laughed.

‘Can’t help myself.’ Erin laughed too.

She got up and went to head to the bar, but she noticed Loki prowling across the room in her direction. Unsure why, she ended up fleeing and re-directed towards the bathroom instead. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him follow her.

Darting into the ladies bathroom, she took her time there and spent a bit of time touching up her make-up. When she emerged, Loki was hovering not too far away and made his way over when he spotted her.

She swiftly looked away and headed towards the bar again, there was a bit of a wait though as it was busy. But she found a gap and put her hands on the bar, gripping her purse tightly to try and contain her shaking as she could tell Loki was coming up to her.

‘Got you, finally. Were you avoiding me?’ Loki rumbled low into her ear, she felt his breath against her and it made her shiver as tingles ran down her spine.

She swallowed and turned slightly to look at him. He towered over her and she was slightly taken aback by his closeness, and how good he smelled. He had changed from his gig attire and was now wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He’d ditched the gloves, too.

‘I… wasn’t avoiding you.’ She squeaked out. But that was clearly a lie, she wasn’t sure why she was so nervous though. She admired the man so much, but at the end of the day he was still a human being just like her.

Loki grinned and moved in a little closer, she could feel him pressing against the back of her. One arm slipped around her waist, making her breathing hitch as he reached out with his other hand and placed it on the bar, caging her in.

‘This one’s on me, darling. And how about a shot, too?’ He queried with a raise of his eyebrow.

‘Yeah, sure. Thank you!’ Erin smiled.

Maybe Jane was right, maybe he was singling her out and genuinely flirting with her? But Erin still didn’t want to think about it too much, it would be too good to be true, surely.

As soon as the barman spotted Loki, he went straight over to take his and Erin’s order. Loki then didn’t make a move so Erin assumed they were staying there, being caged in she had no option really. Not that she would’ve wanted to move, anyway.

‘Cheers.’ Loki said as he held up his shot glass.

‘Cheers.’ Erin giggled as she clinked his glass with her own, then they downed the shot. Erin pulled a bit of a face as she felt it burn down her throat. But a quick sip of her other drink helped with the aftertaste.

‘Burns a little, doesn’t it?’ Loki chuckled at her reaction.

‘Just a bit.’ Erin nodded.

‘So tell me, have you lived here all your life?’ Loki asked.

‘You make it sound like I’m old.’ Erin laughed. ‘But yeah, I have grown up here.’

Loki chuckled. ‘My apologies. How old are you?’

‘Twenty-four.’

Loki nodded. ‘If I may be so bold, do you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?’ He asked innocently as he had a drink.

Erin shook her head. ‘Nope… Do you?’

Loki smirked. ‘I do not. It can be rather difficult finding someone you connect with amongst all this madness.’

‘Yeah, I suspect so. But I imagine you’ve got thousands of girls throwing themselves at your feet.’ Erin said, feeling bolder with more alcohol in her system.

Loki chuckled deeply and leaned in a little more again. ‘Perhaps, though I think I’d only like to see you kneeling at my feet.’ He growled.

He saw her visibly tremble a little and she didn’t know what to say back to that. So she opted to take another sip of her drink instead first. Then she thought, fuck it. He’s flirting like hell, why not just go for it back. When would she get this kind of opportunity again? Though she knew that nothing would come of it, if anything it would just be a bit of fun as a one off.

‘I wouldn’t just kneel for anyone that easily, you’d need to work for it.’ Erin said quietly, only glancing at him briefly so she didn’t completely lose her bottle and she was glad of her hair as a bit of a curtain.

Loki was impressed with her boost of confidence. He brushed her hair back from her face then trailed his finger down the side of her face to her chin, he turned her face towards him and brushed her cheek with his thumb.

‘I’d watch what you say, doll. I rather like a challenge.’ He grinned wolfishly.

He slid his hand down and wrapped it around her neck as he dipped his head down to kiss her deeply. Feeling the power in his hand around her neck like that, she had never felt so vulnerable yet turned on at the same time.

She was so stunned that it took her a moment before she reciprocated the kiss and moved her tongue with his. She squeezed her thighs together when he gave her throat a slight squeeze. She knew then that she would fall to her knees for him in an instant, suddenly feeling so aroused and just desperate for him. To do anything for him.

And Loki could tell. The subtle way she pressed more into his hand, though she didn’t even realise herself that she did that. And she moaned into his mouth, though luckily the bar was so busy no one heard or really noticed. Though Jane did notice their encounter and she cheered internally for her friend.

‘Mmm.’ Loki growled deep in his chest as they pulled apart slightly. He then grabbed her hand and tilted his head towards the door.

She moved away from the bar and let him lead her outside. There were a few people out the front smoking that tried to speak to Loki, but he just said a quick thanks and said he’d catch them in a bit. He took Erin down the side of the pub and into a small doorway round the back that was an emergency exit.

He pinned her to the wall and kissed her again hungrily. Then without any coaxing from him, she slid down to her knees below him.

Loki reached down and stroked her hair as she began unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. She pulled his cock free and held back a gasp. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, it was completely out of character for her. Especially knowing it would likely be this one-time thing and that would be it. But the chance at giving Loki a blowjob was far too tempting to turn away. If anything, at least she’d be able to store it in her mind for when she had ‘alone time’.

She didn’t waste time and went to town on Loki. Every now and then she glanced up at him through her lashes and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter at the sight of him in pleasure. His jaw was clenched and he kept groaning and moaning.

His gentle hold in her hair soon became a tight hold, guiding her against him, making her take him further down her throat.

‘Oh fuck, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl.’ Loki snarled, her mouth was so warm and wet, he was losing his mind.

Erin never realised until that moment how hot it was to give a guy a blowjob. She was shaking all over in her own excitement, and never had she been so turned on.

When Loki came, she swallowed all she could. Some dribbled down her chin but when Loki released her hair and she could breathe again, Loki wiped the mess up with his thumb and then popped it into her mouth. She sucked it clean instantly.

‘Ohh, yes.’ Loki grinned. ‘Now, I need to return the favour.’ He pulled her up to her feet.

But they heard one of the band members calling on Loki, looking for him. Loki growled in annoyance. ‘Stay quiet, he might piss off.’ He whispered to Erin.

‘It… It’s ok… I didn’t do it just to get something in return. It is your party after all, maybe we should go back in?’ She whispered.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, then brushed the back of his hand down her cheek. ‘Hmm. I guess you’re right.’

Making sure they looked presentable enough, they both headed back inside. Loki got her another drink, as well as the others at the table she was at. Jane nudged Erin when she sat back down. Erin just blushed and hid behind her drink.

Loki had to mingle with others again, but he did check in a few times with Erin. At one point standing right at her shoulder, but because she was sat down his crotch was basically right by her face. And she tried not to look, to just look at her drink while he chatted with everyone at the table. Leaving with giving Erin a squeeze on her shoulder.

Before closing time, Jane had phoned her and Erin a taxi. But Loki caught them just before they left.

‘Erin… I’m going to put your name on the guestlist for our gig on the fourteenth. It’s not too far from here.’ Loki said while Jane spoke to the taxi driver with the address.

‘What… really?’ Erin’s eyes widened.

‘Of course. Besides, I still owe you an orgasm.’ Loki purred quietly. He then put his hand out. ‘Can I have your phone?’

She didn’t hesitate and pulled her phone out of her pocket to hand to him. He put his number into her phone, then called himself so he had her number too.

‘Thank you for your support, Erin. I’ll see you soon.’ He winked at her, then put his hands in his pockets and headed back inside the pub.

Erin turned to Jane after being frozen for a minute. She was completely stunned and couldn’t believe it.

‘So… What happened?’ Jane asked eagerly once they were in the back of the taxi.

‘I… I got his number. And he’s given me guestlist for another gig.’ She said in utter disbelief.

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[michelleleewise]

Can I please make a request( please ignore if it's weird or wrong this is my first request on Tumblr so i don't really know much but anyways) i read a fanfiction of loki comforting the reader by becoming lady loki and it was very innovative and cute so can u please do something like that u may add smut if u want i would like that 😏💚

Ok, I have not previously written Lady Loki....but!!! There's a first time for everything!! 😁😁 sorry this took me so long!!! I hope I do this justice! Thanks so much for the ask!!!!💚💚💚

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Make it Better

Pairing: Genderfluid Loki× Bi reader

Warnings: stress, anxiety, objectifying behavior little bit of angst, fluffy fluff, smut, fingering, oral (f recieving)

Summary: After a tough day, Loki knows exactly what you need

Your stormed out of work, box in hand as you made it to your car, glad today was finally over. You worked in an office with a bunch of men who either had a staring problem, or boundary issues. You couldn't make it to the breakroom without being hit on or gawked at, it was unnerving. Your boss being the worst. Purposely calling you to his office to lean over you, or drop something and ask you to pick it up, but today was the final straw. You just wanted to go home to your Loki and forget today happened.

You made it home, sitting in the car looking in the backseat to your box of pocessions, unsure how to break the news to Loki. You had met at a coffee shop when you literally bumped into him, and Gods was he gorgeous. You had gotten to talking, finding you had alot in common, he quickly asked you out. Your first date you were hooked. He was attentive, always giving you all of his attention, he was a gentleman, eyes always staying on yours. A couple months into dating you invited him over, telling him that you were bisexual, that you were attracted to women as well. He smiled and winked as a green light flashed over him.

Her features softened, her lips became fuller, her beautiful black hair now going to the middle of her back as her waist thinned and her breasts left you speechless. She was beautiful, regal in every way. You couldn't stop staring as she looked at you with those piercing green eyes. "This is my female form. Depending on how the mood hits me, I can be masculine or femine." She smiled. "You are beautiful, all of you." You sighed cupping her cheek as she kissed you. You'll never forget that night, she ruined you in every possible way.

You walked in, throwing your box down seeing Loki on the couch reading "Hello love, everything ok?" He asked looking at you. "No, I'm not. I....I quit my job." You said kicking your shoes off. He set his book down getting up "what happened?" He asked as he came closer "my boss happened, those stupid men at work happened, the ones who think they have free reign to stare at me and hit on me, but today.....oh today was it." You said sternly as Loki crossed his arms "tell me." He said watching you. "My egotistical, shovenisitic boss called me into his office, saying I needed to grab some papers." You said, feeling the anger rising in you "go on." He said.

"Well, I go in, and he's literally sitting spread eagle in his chair, his pants wide open and looked at me telling me it wasn't going to suck itself. Can you believe that?" You raised your voice as you saw the anger in Loki's eyes. "I'm glad you quit, I don't want you going back there, he'll be lucky if I don't find him." Loki said looking at you. "I don't know what I'm going to do for work though." You sighed rubbing your head. "Why don't you go get in the shower, I'll be there in a moment." Loki said kissing your head. Nodding you headed for the bathroom.

You got undressed, climbing in feeling the water cascade down your chest, closing your eyes. A few minutes later you felt Loki behind you, pressing her breasts to your back as she cupped yours in her hands, kissing your neck. You placed your hands over hers as she massaged your breasts, kissing up your neck to your ear. "Loki.." you panted, feeling the arousal between your thighs "Shh, let me make it better." She whispered, sending a shiver up your spine.

She removed one hand from breasts, replacing it with yours as it moved down your stomach "tweak your nipple" She growled nibbling your neck. Doing as she said as her hand dove between your legs, pinching your clit making you cry out. "Mmm I love those sounds." She whispered as her hand moved back and forth between your folds "does that feel good?" She asked as you nodded. "I need words love." She said sternly "y...yes. God yes.." you panted as her hand sped up. She flipped you around, pushing you againt the tile wall as her tongue dove into your mouth, twirling her tongue with yours as her hand found your clit again. "I must taste you." She growled pulling back.

She sank to her knees, spreading your thighs as she looked up at you. "Hold onto me." She said your hand went to her shoulder, as she lifted your leg, placing it on her other shoulder, kissing up your thigh as she gripped your hips. "Loki.....please...." you panted looking down at her as she smiled, her lips latching into your clit, sucking hard as you cried out, your hand moving to her hair, gripping tight as you rolled your hips into her.

She licked a strip from the entrance to your clit before suctioning her lips around you again, slowly sliding a slender finger into you. "God, Loki.....more.....please more..." you called out moaning as her tongue sped up, adding another finger. You looked down, pulling her to you by her hair watching her head bob back and forth. "Your so beautiful Loki.......ahhh so.......perfect.." you panted, feeling your stomach tighten as she added another finger, pumping hard into you as she latched onto your clit, nibbling as your orgasm built

"i....I'm......gonna come....." you panted breathlessly. "Come for me, I need it." She growled, latching her lips back onto you, crying out as you came hard around her fingers, yelling her name as her fingers slowed, lapping up your juices as you rode out your high. She slowly slid her fingers out of you, gently placing your leg down, standing she gently kissed you. "Loki, you are amazing." You sighed placing your forehead on hers. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She smiled, grabbing the soap she washed you thoroughly before moving to shampoo your hair.

She wrapped a towel around you, taking you to the bedroom she sat you on the bed. "Wait here." She said, coming back with your pajamas helping you dress. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" She asked looking at you. "Some water sounds good." You smiled up at her. "Ok, I'll be right back." She said as you slid under the covers, snuggling into them. "Here you go love." She said handing you the water she slid under the covers. You took a drink, setting it on the nightstand as you curled into her side, hugging her tight.

"We'll figure everything out love, you are an intelligent, amazing woman, they didn't deserve you where you were. You'll find something that appreciates you, I'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself." She said hugging you tighter. "Loki, can I ask you something?" You asked looking at her. "Of course." She smiled. "How.....how did you know?" You asked, twirling her hair around your finger. "Well it's quite simple darling, I love you." She smiled as you looked eachother. "Y...you do?" You asked "yes, with every fiber of my being" She said. "Oh Loki, I love you too." You said, tears in your eyes as you hugged her.

You could never have wished for a more perfect partner then your Loki......

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Twelve: Discoveries

Chapter Summary: The day after the feast brings new facts to light.

Word Count: 4150

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Loki being a pest, making out

Chapter Index

Loki was working in his office, writing a letter to his trade contact in Svartalfheim, when there was a knock on the door.

“Enter,” Loki called.

“Good morning, Brother!” Thor boomed as he entered. “How does this glorious day find you?” He walked over to the window and took a deep breath. “Glorious day.” He repeated to himself as he looked out over the palace grounds.

“Someone is in a good mood.”

“Naturally!” Thor turned back to Loki. “I thought I might accompany you to the gymnasium. Are you ready?”

“I just need to finish this correspondence. I will be just a minute.”

“Sure, sure. Take your time.” Thor smiled widely as he made his way around Loki’s office. He picked up ledgers, flipped through them, and put them down. He studied the framed maps of the Nine that hung on the walls. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books on the tall bookshelves.

Loki could not help but notice Thor’s demeanor as he paced around his office. He was practically vibrating with excited energy. He finished the letter and gathered a stack of papers from his desk.

“I am ready if you are. After you.” Loki locked the door on the way out and handed his work to his assistant Karl, sitting at the desk just outside.

“These,” he separated part of the stack, “go to the King for approval. These need to be copied and distributed to the trade council. These can be filed. And please take these to the courier to go out in tomorrow’s post.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Right away, sir.” Karl bowed and started walking through the large, shared office area.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Thor said as they started off toward the gymnasium. “All that paperwork. It would bore me to tears.”

“It is not so bad. I am good at it, and Father appreciates my work.”

Thor nodded. Loki could tell that his mind had already wandered from their conversation. “So, brother mine, where did you disappear to last night? Were you not enjoying the feast?”

“What? Oh, yes,” Thor smiled widely, “the feast was wonderful!”

“But you left early?”

“I mean, that depends on what you consider early. I finished my dinner, drank some ale, and retired. How late did you and Lady Sigyn stay? Did you dance with her? She looked lovely last night.”

Thor was deflecting, and Loki knew it. But why? “She looks lovely always. And yes, we danced for hours.”

“Ah, yes, very good.” Thor was beaming. “Did you walk her back to her chambers?”

“I did.”

“And?” Thor made a motion with his hands for more. “Did you kiss her?”

Loki studied Thor’s face for a few moments. His eyes were shining, and a sense of joy emanated from his entire body.

“You had sex!” Loki turned to face Thor and started walking backward to see his reaction.

“What!? No, I did not!

“Lies! Tell me, who was it?” Loki was grinning like a madman.

“Keep your voice down, would you?”

“A secret lover? Thor, this is very unlike you.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You most certainly do. You cannot lie to me, Brother.”

“Loki, please, just leave this for now.”

“Are you embarrassed? There is nothing to be shy about. Wait, was it bad?”

“No, it was incredible.” Thor was beyond flustered.

“So, you admit it! You had sex last night. I am a genius.” Loki turned and started walking forward again. “Tell me everything.”

“Ok, fine, I admit it. I had sex last night…and again this morning.” Thor smiled widely. “But that is all you are getting out of me, so stop prying.”

“Prude.”

“Hardly.” Thor gave Loki a wink.

“Ah, you are killing me. I need details!”

“I do not kiss and tell, but you do, so tell me about you and Sigyn.”

“Ah, fine.” Loki took a deep breath and decided to leave it for now. “It took everything in my power not to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my rooms. It is strange; I think that she wants me too.”

“Why is that strange? Men and women alike throw themselves at you daily.”

“I don’t know.” Loki thought on that for a moment. “She is a proper Lady.”

“Don’t be thick.” Thor shook his head. “She is a Lady, no question. But she is also a woman. A full-grown woman with needs, just like anyone else.”

“I cannot let myself think about fulfilling those needs, even if she did want me to. I promised Mother I would keep my hands to myself,” Loki frowned.

“I guess you will just have to marry her,” Thor grinned.

“Why do you care if I marry her or not?”

“Because of the way your face looks when you think about her. The way your voice sounds when you talk about her. She makes you happy.”

“Stop it. I barely know her.”

“Loki, I have known you your whole life. I have never, ever seen anyone affect you like this.”

Loki’s thoughts automatically brought back memories from the night before. The balcony, the dancing, the kiss… His cheeks warmed at the memory.

“You are thinking about her now, aren’t you? Your face betrays you.”

“I was thinking about her luscious lips on mine.”

“So, she did let you kiss her?”

“She did.”

“And? Come on, do not hold back now.”

“There is nothing more to tell. I delivered her back to her chambers, kissed her goodnight, returned to my room, and seduced myself… twice.”

Thor laughed out loud.

“She is…extraordinary. I am so conflicted. I do not know what to do.”

“Why are you fighting so hard against this? Marry her, make some babies, and live happily ever after.”

“But what is the catch?”

“Why does there have to be a catch?”

“There is always a catch.”

“What? Are you scared that she has ugly feet hiding in her slippers? Or that she kicks puppies for fun? What are you afraid of?”

Loki thought for a minute as they walked. “I wish it were as simple as that. I am afraid of a great many things. What if I fall in love with her and she does not feel the same? What if we are happy, and I lose her in childbirth? What if we do have children, and she loses interest in me? Or I lose interest in her? I do not want to hurt her. What if I hate living in the North? What if she falls from her horse and forgets who I am? What if…”

“You are going to give yourself grey hairs. You cannot deny yourself a chance at happiness because you are afraid of many scenarios that may never happen. Talk to Mother about your concerns. Talk to Sigyn. I am sure you are not the only one who has had these thoughts.”

“Maybe you are right.”

“Of course, I am. I am older and wiser. Do not forget that.”

“Well, you are older, at least.”

Thor pushed Loki into a nearby topiary.

“Rude!” Loki yelled as he ran to catch up, brushing leaves out of his hair.

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When the pair finally arrived at the outdoor corridor that led to the palace gymnasium, they could hear the women before they could see them. The clang of swords, the thud of shields, the grunts and shouts as the women lunged and parried. Thor picked up his pace and practically ran to the doors, unable to hide his excitement. He held the door open for Loki and followed him inside.

Sif and Sigyn were dressed similarly in leather boots, form-fitting trousers, and tight sleeveless tops that exposed their mid-drifts. Sif’s raven hair was tied up in a messy knot on top of her head. Sigyn’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail braided to the end. Both women were covered in a sheen of sweat and had the same rosy coloring on their cheeks.

“Is this Valhalla? Did we die on the way down here and I did not notice?” Loki asked without taking his eyes off the ladies as they spared.

“I…I…” Thor shook his head, “Norns…”

“Let’s take a break,” Sif said when she noticed the guys by the door. “We have visitors.” She motioned to the princes with her practice sword. “Good day, Your Highnesses!” She sunk into a curtsey, and Sigyn turned around and did the same.

“Good day, ladies!” Loki called as he made his way across the gym.

Thor grabbed a couple of towels from a cart and followed.

“Remind me never to cross either of you.” Loki slid an arm around Sigyn and kissed her cheek.

“Your Highness, please, I am a mess.”

“You have never looked more beautiful. What is that?” Loki’s eyes stopped at the emerald stud above Sigyn’s belly button.

“Oh,” she fingered her navel piercing self-consciously, “it is a common body modification on Midgard. I had it done on my last visit. I thought my mother was going to take my head off.” She giggled playfully. “Her face when she saw it made the pain worth it.” She looked up to Loki; he was still staring at her belly. “Do you…like it?” she asked tentatively.

Loki looked at her; his eyes were full of want. “I like it very much.” His voice came out gruffly. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching it. “So,” Loki cleared his throat again, “Lady Sif, how is the training session going?”

Sif looked from Thor to Loki. “Sigyn is a natural.” She took one of the towels from Thor and patted her neck. “She is fierce, strong, and a quick learner. A perfect combination.”

Loki beamed at Sigyn. “The kitten has claws.” He raised her hand to his lips.

“And do not forget it, Your Highness.” She winked at him.

“You two are adorable.” Sif teased as she watched the pair.

“Ruggedly handsome, if you please, Sif.” Loki returned his hands behind his back.

“Ruggedly adorable?” Sif laughed.

Thor laughed a little too loudly at that. Loki suddenly noticed how Thor’s body was angled toward her and the way he was looking at Sif.  Loki narrowed his eyes as he noticed a light purple kiss mark on the nape of Sif’s neck. Realization dawned on him, and he opened his eyes wide, looking back and forth between the pair.

“Loki…” Thor warned when he noticed his face. “Loki, I asked you to leave it.”

“What the Hel? When did this start?”

“You told him!” Sif punched Thor in the shoulder.

“I did not! The weasel figured it out on his own. He is too clever for his own good. Ow, stop hitting me.” Thor was trying to block and dodge Sif’s pummeling fists.

“What is going on?” Sigyn asked.

“The reason Thor left the feast early,” Loki was laughing, “he was playing house with Sif.”

Sif growled at Loki and stomped her foot, “Enough!”

Loki threw his hands up in defense. “Okay. Okay. Peace, Sif. I mean no disrespect. The secrecy just took me by surprise. You make a fine pair. Why sneak around?”

“Loki, this is still new.” Thor placed his hand on Sif’s shoulder. “We are still trying to determine what we want this to be. So, please, do me a favor and do not push me on this.”

“You could have confided in me.”

Thor looked at Loki, stricken, the pain evident on his face, “You were not here.” Sif put a hand on Thor’s arm to comfort him.

“Right.” Loki looked at his feet. “Well, if it makes any difference, I approve.”

“Would you two like to join us?” Sigyn offered to break up the awkward silence. “We could take turns sparring.

The Princes exchanged a mischievous look. “No, thank you, My Lady. We will watch for a while if you do not mind,” Thor said.

“I do not mind, Your Highness.” Sigyn smiled, “As long as it is all right with Sif?” She looked to Sif for confirmation.

“Stay out of our way and keep your comments to yourself,” Sif threw her sweaty towel at Thor as she walked back to the center of the gym, “and you may stay.”

The guys parked themselves on the bench along the wall. When they were out of earshot, Sif whispered to Sigyn, “How would you like to show these boys something that will keep them awake tonight?”

“That sounds like fun. What did you have in mind?”

“These boys came here for a show; let’s give them a show. Just follow my lead.” They put their shields and practice swords back on the rack. “We are going to work on hand-to-hand combat now,” Sif called to the princes.

“Oh, I see where this is going,” Sigyn whispered, “You are wicked.”

“Just try not to laugh.” Sif led her to the circle painted on the center of the floor. “Try to stay on your feet.”

Sigyn had the height advantage, and Sif had the speed and experience. Sigyn planted her feet and raised her hands in defense. Sif lunged. Sigyn tried to deflect, but Sif was quick. She swept her legs from under her, and Sigyn landed on her back. Sif pinned her arms by her head. “Try to get free; your life may depend on it one day.” Sigyn writhed and wriggled under Sif, trying to get free. “Use those long legs to your advantage!”

Sigyn nodded, brought a leg up, and rocked her hips to shift Sif from her position. It was just enough momentum to tip Sif sideways; Sigyn quickly flipped Sif onto her back and pinned her to the ground. Sif’s legs were wrapped around Sigyn’s waist.

“Loki… we should probably go,” Thor said, not taking his eyes off the women as they rolled around together on the floor.

“No way in Hel.” Loki was also transfixed on the pair. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

Sif stood and offered a hand to help Sigyn off the floor. “Good job!” Sif gave Sigyn’s butt a playful slap. “Now, let’s work on keeping you upright. Show me your stance.” Sigyn planted her feet just like before. “No, no. Your feet need to be further apart.” Sif moved behind Sigyn and ran her hands over her hips. She put her foot between her legs and scooted her feet further apart. “Good, now bend your knees slightly. Good girl. Tighten your core,” Sif ran a hand up Sigyn’s stomach, “angle your body, yes, good, just like that.”

Sigyn placed her hands on top of Sif’s. “Like this? Is this how you want me?”

“Oh, sweet Valhalla.” Thor ran his hand down his face.

Sif walked around to face Sigyn. “Keep your shoulders angled this way,” she placed her hands on her shoulders, then put her hand over Sigyn’s heart. “Be sure to keep your chest up, shoulders back. Perfect. Yes, just like that. Good girl!” Sif winked at her.

“How does she look, boys?” Sif called to the princes as she slipped her arm around her waist.

Loki cleared his throat, “Yes, very good!”

Thor could only manage a thumbs up.

“Excellent. Well, I think that is enough for today.” Sif gave Sigyn’s ass another slap. “Let's go get cleaned up.” The ladies made their way toward the princes.

“Sif,” Sigyn put her hand on Sif’s shoulder. “I cannot thank you enough for taking time out of your busy schedule to work with me. I appreciate it.” Sigyn hugged Sif and rested her hands on her lower back.

“It has been my pleasure.” Sif ran her hands up and down her back. “Any time you need me, I am here.”

Sigyn pulled back enough so that their faces were close. “You are the best.”  She kissed her cheek.

“Awe, you are the sweetest.” Sif kissed her back.

“Shower?” Sigyn raised an eyebrow at Sif.

“Sounds amazing.”

“Are you two trying to kill us both?” Loki stood and separated the two ladies.

“What are you talking about? I am so dirty. I need a shower.” Sigyn looked at him innocently while he walked her backward.

“You will not fool me again with that innocent routine.” Loki pressed her against the wall.

“The two of you behave; you are not yet married,” Thor called after them.

Loki raised his eyebrows at him. Sif was pulling him by the hand toward the shower room. “Go have fun and leave me to my business.”

Thor saluted him, picked Sif up bridal style, and headed to the showers.

“I would not advise going in there for a while.” He said as he turned his attention back to Sigyn. “Now, what to do with you? That little show you and Sif put on had the intended effect.” Loki placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I don't know what you are talking about. It was you who decided to sit in on my training. I am innocent.”

“Hmmm…You are many things; innocent is not one of them.”

Sigyn averted her eyes, “Does that matter to you? That I am not innocent?”

Loki studied her momentarily, “Are you asking if I care that you are not a virgin?” Sigyn gave an affirmative nod. “No, it makes no difference to me. You are just barely younger than I am. I could not imagine living all these years and not…experiencing all that life has to offer. The rules should not differ just because you are a woman, and I am a man.”

“Loki…” Sigyn raised her eyes to his. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. After a moment, she said, “I don't know what to say.”

“Do you remember your first time?” Loki asked.

Sigyn giggled, “Of course I do.”

“Tell me about yours, and I will tell you about mine.”

Sigyn eyed him warily, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Loki gave her a mischievous smile.

“Ok, well, I was studying abroad.”

“How old were you?”

“Four fifty? Four sixty?”

Loki sat on the floor with his back against the wall and motioned for Sigyn to join him. She lowered herself to sit beside him, but he pulled her into his lap instead.

“Go on.” He pulled her close, and she rested her head on his shoulder and reached up to play with the ends of his hair.

“Ok, so I was studying abroad. A girl in my archery class caught my attention on the first day, but I was a lot shier back then-”

“A girl?”

“Yes, why?”

“Nothing, continue.”

“As I said, I was shy and did not know how to communicate my feelings. So, I would ensure I got to my lesson early to get the spot near hers. I would ask her for advice on my form. Just any excuse to talk to her, I would take.”

“What did she look like?”

“My height, short blonde hair, deep blue eyes. A bone structure that puts yours to shame.” Loki scoffed. “You do not corner the market on cheekbones, Your Highness.” Sigyn kissed his cheek.

“Hmmm, very well. Continue.”

“Let’s see. Well, let me skip to the good part?”

“By all means.” He rested a hand on her hip.

“Ok, so, after months of flirting back and forth, we were out for a ride when we got caught in a storm. We took shelter in a long-abandoned hunting cabin, huddled together to keep warm; one thing led to another… you know what happens next.”

“No, I do not! Tell me. In great detail. Leave nothing out.”

Sigyn slapped his arm. “Stop it.”

“What?’ Loki moved her so that she was straddling his lap. “Did you… enjoy it?”

She studied his face. He seemed naturally curious. “Yes.”

“Did you… enjoy it more than once?”

Sigyn smiled, “Yes.”

“Did she use her hand or her mouth?”

“Loki!”

“What?!” He rubbed his thumbs over her knees where his hands were resting. “I want to know.”

“Both.”

He hummed in approval, “Did you reciprocate?”

Sigyn continued playing with his hair. “I tried my best. I did not know what the Hel I was doing,” she laughed. “She was very patient with me.”

Loki chuckled, “Well, practice makes perfect.”

“Indeed.”

They sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying being close to each other.

“Can I kiss you again?”

Sigyn smiled, “Are you trying to get out of telling me about your first time?”

“Absolutely not. Although your story is much better than mine.”

“Spill it.”

“Kiss me first.”

Sigyn put her hands on Loki’s shoulders and leaned her forehead against his. He put his hands on her face and kissed her softly. He felt the same electric heat as the first time.

Their kisses slowly became more urgent. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his body. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip.

Loki moaned. He kissed her neck just under her ear, trailed his kisses all along her jaw, and then back again. He kissed down the column of her neck to where it met her shoulder, giving her a little nip with his teeth.

“I am sweaty and dirty,” Sigyn protested.

“You taste delicious.” Loki moved to kiss her again, but she pulled back.

“You owe me a story, Your Highness.”

“Tyrant.” He tugged her ponytail, “Oh, very well.” He adjusted them to get more comfortable.

“How old were you?”

“I believe I had just started secondary school, two thirty.” He twirled the end of Sigyn’s braid around his finger.

“All through primary school, I was scrawny and lanky; I was all arms and legs. As you can imagine, I was teased relentlessly. It did not help that my older brother was Thor. He was born to be a warrior. He never had an awkward phase. I was always compared to the golden boy by my peers. My mother always told me I would fill out eventually, not to compare myself to my brother. I was a late bloomer.”

“I bet you were adorable.”

“Of course, I was… in my mother’s eyes.” Loki laughed, “That did not help me get the attention of the girls I had crushes on.”

“Those wenches.”

Loki laughed, “Indeed. Well, anyway, our family traveled abroad between primary and secondary school. When I showed up for class the first day back, I had grown several inches and put on quite a bit of muscle. I was unprepared for all the attention I started receiving. Girls, boys, teachers...”

Sigyn gaped, “You slept with a teacher?”

“We are telling our first-time story, not our most scandalous time story.” Loki grinned at her.

“Very well, continue. But I do want to hear that story someday.”

“I had gotten detention for releasing a hoard of bullfrogs in the middle of a school assembly-”

“How in the Nine-”

“Not the point, darling. Focus.”

Sigyn laughed, “Sorry, go on.”

“It was after school. I was serving my punishment, cleaning the assembly hall, when two girls from my Midgardian history class snuck in. They challenged me to a game of truth or dare. One thing led to another, and you know what happens next.”

“Oh no. You do not get to skip over that. Two? Your first time?”

“It was sensory overload. I went from never kissing a girl to having two mouths on me at once.”

“Two mouths… everywhere?” Sigyn raised an eyebrow.

“Everywhere.” Loki laughed when Sigyn shivered. He ran his fingertips up and down her arms. Goosebumps rose on her skin. “Are you cold, kitten?”

Sigyn swallowed hard, “No, no, I am good.”

Their heads snapped toward the shower room as a long low moan echoed from within. They both burst out laughing.

“Sounds like things are heating up in there.”

“We had better get out of here before we hear any more.”

“Good idea.” Sigyn stood and helped Loki to his feet. “Escort me back to my chambers?”

“Are your parents home?” He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yes, why? Did you want to play a game of truth or dare?”

He placed a hand over his heart. “My dear lady, I am a prince and a gentleman. I simply wanted to deliver you safely back into the care of your family.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Because I hoped you might want to steal a few more kisses.” She slid her hand behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips moved together beautifully.

“Aah, oh yes…” Thor’s voice echoed through the large room.

Loki broke their kiss, “Go!” He grabbed Sigyn’s hand as they ran from the gym, laughing as they went.

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A Meeting with the King

Hi! This is the first story I am sharing here. In the past, I've written and shared on Wattpad, but I think I like the format of Tumblr better for my writing style. I am, what I like to call, a shifting writer. Sometimes shorter stories, or one-shots, like this one I will write in one sitting, allowing my mind to shift during the process and imagine the scenes. I've written many parts of a story based on my personal character that I may add in a bit about later, for now, I have changed the names to fit the reader.

Summary: After Loki has taken over as King of Asgard, under the guise of an illusion of Odin, he is busy with security and trading meetings for days. After being fed up with not seeing him for days, you show up for a private meeting with the King, wearing little clothing underneath your cloak.

Warnings: Thigh riding, Dom!Reader, Sub!Loki, face slapping cause Loki is a masochist, a lot of pet names, light bondage, some fluff at the end, consensual sex, and an established relationship.

After Loki's return to the throne, under the guise of Odin, he had assigned specific guards to our house to escort me to and from the palace. Which didn't really bother me, as far as much of Asgard knew, I was an unmarried widow but still welcome on Asgard as a previous partner of Prince Loki's. I knew Loki's plan though, after I caught him he came home and admitted the whole thing.

Today he had been particularly busy. I asked my guard to make sure he had dinner blocked out, I was going to see him for a few hours.

"Can you wait out here?" I said to him, pulling my hooded cloak tighter around my body, as we stood outside the grand hall.

"Of course, my lady," He opened the door for me and I looked up at Loki's illusion of Odin.

"I don't understand the meaning of this meeting on my calendar, I thought local trade was already established with Nifleheim," He said not looking up at me.

The door shut behind me with a soft thud, then it was just me, Loki, and his advisor. I took a few steps forward, the clicking of my heels on the marble floor making his gaze finally meet mine.

"Leave us," He told his advisor, "Come back in a few hours for our next meeting, till then, do not disturb us," His sharp and strict voice, suddenly showed his need that was hidden underneath his facade of Odin.

As his advisor left, I used my own magic to ensure the doors in and out of the chamber were sealed tight, "Very presumptuous, my king," I said with a smirk across my face.

"Darling," He said slowly as the illusion faded and I saw his face soften into a smile, "What's the meaning of this wonderful surprise?"

I moved up towards the steps leading to where he was seated on the throne, pulling my wavy blonde curls out from underneath the cloak, "I thought I would see if you were hungry after the long day you've had," My hands moved to the tie at the front of the cloak, pulling it loose, and pushing it from my shoulders, revealing the deep maroon lace bra and panties that I wore underneath.

His eyes raked across my body and I watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips, "Suddenly, I'm ravenous," He said deeply, his legs spread out across the chair of the throne, and his arms stretched out along the armrests.

"May I, my king?" I looked up at him innocently as I put one foot on the first step.

He nodded and I moved up. He stood to meet me when I reached the top of the steps, his strong hand landing on my waist, "No one saw you like this, right? The assumption that you are Odin's concubine... I would not stand for it."

"No, the guard brought me right here from home and I was covered for the cold walk here," I said plainly looking up at him, "Does it make me look desperate that I wanted to see you so badly I showed up like this, my love?"

"Not at all," He said as he pulled me closer to him, his fingers trailing down my spine, "In fact, I think it makes you very desirable."

I smiled at his intimate touch, "Sit back down, I've been thinking about this for a while.." I said, my hand pushing against his chest gently.

"You don't mean...?" Loki said, taking his seat as I stood before him.

"Oh, sweetheart, I do," I responded sitting across him, and straddling his right leg, "However, I do have a few... requests."

He held his hand out, waving into the air, "State your case, my dear."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, leaning in close to his ear, "You will not touch me until I tell you and you will not use any of your powers or magic on me, unless I give you permission, got it? You've been gone the last three days, you would punish me for much less, so I think you deserve the same," I put my hands on his face, hovering my lips over his.

His eyes widened at the realization of what I was asking him to do, "My sweet girl, I can't promise that, you come into my chamber dressed like this and not expect me to want to touch you," He whispered, his breath tickling my skin.

"And I will let you, just let me have some fun first. We play like this all the time love," I replied, kissing his neck softly, "So, let's agree to play fair, shall we?"

I could tell he didn't like it, but the way he was fighting himself to submit to me turned me on more than anything else. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing was getting heavier, "Fine."

"That's my good boy," I said before finally kissing him sweetly on the lips.

Loki was a bit surprised by my sudden change in demeanor, and I knew he wasn't expecting me to kiss him so soon. I felt his hands run up my sides, and then he grabbed my hips, pulling me tighter toward his crotch. I decided to let him have a little before I took my lot.

I let out a moan at his desperation, and pulled myself from his lips, "Hands off," I said sternly and watched the confusion grow on his face as he followed my rules.

I smiled down at him, "You're so good for me, Loki," running my hands through his hair and kissing his cheek as I pushed my left knee farther into his crotch.

"You know how I feel about you, my darling," He moaned at the pressure.

"Yes, I do," I said, biting my lip seductively, "But I want to hear it fall from your lips like a prayer."

He groaned as I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest, "I love you, y/n," He said between gasps.

"Mmm, I love you too, and those words sound so good, but.." I said, "First I'm going to take my pleasure from you," then I ground myself against his thigh, pulling him into my chest, and throwing my head back at the sensation of the leather and lace against my sensitive skin.

Loki's hands immediately went to my waist, and he began to push me further onto him, "Please, my love..." He begged, his voice husky with desire.

I couldn't help but laugh, "You've already failed, my sweet boy."

He looked up at me confused, "What do you mean?"

"Bind your hands to the chair, now," I said, putting my hands on his shoulders. He did as I asked, and I kissed him again, letting him feel my tongue against his own.

"Good, now let your Queen enjoy herself, let me use your body to chase my desire," I spoke commandingly.

"Yes, my Queen," he replied, finally picking up on my attitude, while still trying to catch his breath.

Using my hands on his shoulders as leverage I returned to rotating my hips against his thigh. It was such an incredible feeling to have his hands bound, unable to touch me, and yet I had complete control of him. The power I wielded was intoxicating.

I slowly worked my hips, moving them in small circles, grinding against his thigh, and watching as Loki's eyes grew more heated with lust and frustration. I moved my hands down to his thighs, rubbing the inside of his legs, teasing him.

I could see the bulge in his pants growing larger by the second, and I wanted nothing more than to rip them open and sink myself onto his hardened cock, but not yet, the power coursing through my veins driving me higher and higher towards my release.

"Loki," I said my eyes closing, "Don't take your lips off my body." Immediately his mouth latched onto my collarbone, sucking and biting at my heated skin, making me shiver. "Oh god, Loki, that feels so good," I moaned, pushing myself harder against his leg.

His teeth grazed my shoulder blade, causing me to whimper, and I felt a wave of heat rush through my body, "Lose your pants, I want to feel your skin against my clit," I said through my pleasured moans.

I felt his magick beneath me as he obeyed, but didn't stop licking his way down my chest until he reached the hem of my bra. "You might also want to also soundproof the room, my love, I did leave the guard just outside the door," I said my hands around his head, holding him tightly to me.

With the wave of his hand, I felt the familiar tickle of his magic in the air, and I reveled in the way it felt against my skin, "Shit," I let out a breathy moan, as I felt his soft skin against my covered pussy.

I gasped as he pressed his lips against my nipple, and then bit hard through the lace, causing me to cry out. "Oh fuck!" I cried, "Do that again," I said, and he obliged, giving my other breast the same treatment.

I couldn't help but grind my hips against his leg, in desperate chase of my high, "Fuck, Loki, my clothes," I whispered, losing my composure slightly.

He took this as his chance, "Yes, my queen? Is your underwear keeping you from your orgasm? Or do you just revel in the feel of my seidr against your skin?" He said, licking around my nipple, trying to push the lace cup down around my breast.

"Shut your fucking mouth and just do it, Loki," I let out sternly, growing annoyed with his arrogant attitude.

"As you wish, my love," He said, and with another flick of his hands, my bra and panties were gone, "It's better for me this way too," He whispered and bit down on my nipple again.

I moaned loudly, feeling my legs begin to shake, "And who's the brat now?" I said, my attitude back after his remarks.

He didn't respond, his tongue cooling the pressure on my nipple.

My hand in his hair pulled him off of my skin, "I think you're forgetting your place, my sweet," I pressed my other hand against his cheek, then slapped it lightly with my fingers, "I asked you a question, I expect an answer unless you want more harsh punishment."

He nodded quickly and moaned out, "Yes, my Queen, I am sorry, I deserve a punishment," His eyes met mine, and he smiled menacingly as if testing to see if I'd hurt him.

Letting his hair go, I leaned back and cracked my hand across his face, "Oh fuck," Loki said under his breath as his body recoiled, his hips pulled back slightly, and his feet pushed his legs higher into the chair and higher into my cunt, my own hips rolling in response to the pressure.

I felt the heat in my core increase, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, "Loki, do that again!" I cried out, and he obliged, biting down on my breast, and flicking his tongue over my nipple while also pressing his thigh up against my slick cunt, "Faster," I said, "Harder," I demanded, and he obeyed.

The pleasure was building rapidly, my body shaking uncontrollably, my toes curling as the waves of pleasure overtook me, "Don't stop," I begged, and he didn't.

"That's it, my sweet, cum for me," Loki growled, his teeth grazing my neck, "Cum all over my leg, make me yours," He whispered, and I could feel my orgasm rising, "Use my body, my love," He said, his voice husky, his lips brushing against my ear, "I'm yours to use, my Queen," He whispered, and I felt the power surge through me, my body exploding in ecstasy.

My back arched and my nails dug into the leather shoulder pads on his cape. I rode Loki's thigh until the waves worked their way through my body.

Soon I was settled back into my body, Loki's eyes watching my every move, "Darling, please," He was so desperate, his mouth had fallen open, and his breathing shallow.

I laughed softly, "What is it, my love?" I asked, running my hand through his hair, "Is there something else you need?"

"Please," He said, practically whining, and his eyes looked up at me, begging.

"Are you in need of release too, sweet? You look just precious begging me like that, so desperate for me. I'm so lucky, you know? I'm the only person who's ever seen Prince Loki, ruler of Asgard, beg. How special I must be to you, right darling?" I teased, stroking his cheek, and he groaned, his eyes closed tight.

"Yes, my Queen," He said, and I saw him shift his weight slightly, "Please, I need to feel you around me."

I hummed, my composure remaining, "I think we have more than enough time until your next meeting, and you do deserve a reward for helping me cum like such a good boy." I winked.

"Yes-! Yes, please," He corrected himself, quickly and I smiled.

"I've finally done it, you realize that right?" my mouth fell open slightly and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Done what, my love?" He responded trying to capture my lips in his, but I turned slightly.

"I've broken you," My hand slipped between us, pulling his cock from his briefs, and moving across his hips to slide the tip of his cock through my folds, "You can't control yourself anymore, you're mine, Loki," I whispered, and I heard him moan.

I pulled his cock into my hand, stroking him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him along my slick pussy, "Do you like when I take care of you, Loki? Do you like how I use you?" I asked, teasing him, and he groaned, his eyes closing tightly.

"Yesss," He moaned, "I like it, my Queen," His words came out almost like a prayer, and It made me smile.

I slid myself down onto his cock, my inner muscles gripping him tightly, and he let out a low, guttural sound, his hands gripping tightly to the arms of the chair, "I'm so proud of you, listening to my demands, being a good boy and following my directions. For that, I won't make you wait to come," I bottomed out onto him, letting out a moan at the feeling of him deep inside of me, once his eyes were back on mine, begging me silently to move, "But, that doesn't mean you don't tell me when you're close, right?"

"Of course, darling," He responded quickly, his hips attempting to buck into me for any sort of movement, "Please, just.."

Then I kissed him deeply and started to ride him slowly, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He groaned loudly, his head falling forward, and his hips thrusting up to meet my downward motion. I loved the feel of him inside me, his size filling me completely, and I could feel my own wetness dripping down onto his lap.

I moved faster, my pace increasing with each stroke, my breasts bouncing lightly as I rode him hard, our thighs slapping together, "Oh god, oh god, fuck," Loki gasped, his hands clenching into fists, and I could hear his breath coming in short gasps, "Please, I'm almost there."

Then I slowed a bit, hitting him deeper inside of me, and he let out a high-pitched groan almost complaining, but I knew he wasn't going to complain, not after everything I'd made him do.

"Please, my love, I'm going to cum, please, don't slow down," He begged, his voice hoarse.

"You're not the only one who gets to cum, baby, don't be greedy now, you'll get yours soon enough," I panted, and I felt my own orgasm building, "Just hold on a little longer for me, okay?" I asked, and he nodded, his face flushed and sweaty, his eyes half-lidded.

I leaned forward against his chest, and wrapped my arms around his neck, "Good boy, keep holding on," I whispered, and he did, his hips pushing into me, his body tensing, and as he bit into my skin, "Touch me now, Loki."

As if those were the magic words he needed his hands automatically gripped my body, his arms around my waist, pulling me along onto his cock.

"Fuck!" He cried out, and I could feel him pulsating inside of me, and I was just about there, I just needed a little more. Grabbing his right wrist I guided it to my clit and Loki automatically pressed his fingers against it in soft circles, knowing exactly how to push me there.

"Yes! Come with me now, Loki! Cum with me!" I screamed, and I felt him tense beneath me, and then I felt the first wave of pleasure wash over me, and I moaned loudly as Loki's hips began to falter in their thrusts, and I felt him release inside of me, his hot seed spilling into my pussy, and I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, my own orgasm riding through my body, and I felt him shudder underneath of me.

We slowed together until we were practically clinging to each other's bodies, panting heavily, and I could feel his heart beating wildly under my ear. He kissed my shoulder softly, and I sighed contentedly, "I love you so much, Loki." I said quietly, and he chuckled. "I know, my Queen, and I love you too." He replied.

I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a long moment until I realized we were still in the throne room, "I better go, you still have one more meeting," I said moving to sit up, but Loki held me tight.

"Stay here with me a little while longer, we have time, darling," He whispered, and I looked up at him smiling and kissing him softly.

I stroked his hair, and praised him softly, the way he usually would with me after we played like this together, and then after a bit, he spoke.

"That was amazing. I've never been so turned on by anything before in my life." He said, and I smiled.

"Good, I did like playing with you, my love," I said, and he blushed slightly, "But I think we should probably get dressed now, or else your advisor will start knocking and might think something is up."

I stood off from him, and he used his magick to dress us both again, making sure to double knot the ties on my cloak before he walked me to the door, "How do you always know when I need you? I've been thinking about you all day," He said as we crossed the spacious room.

"And if I told you that was my magick, what would you say to that?" I responded, stopping in front of the door to look up at him.

He laughed, and pulled me into a hug, "I'd tell you that I love you, and I can't wait to see you later."

I returned the embrace and gave him a kiss on the cheek before I opened the door, "I'll see you at home, my king." I said with a wink and a smirk.

He smiled, "Of course, my queen."

#sub!loki #dom!reader #loki x y/n #loki (marvel)

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Are you going through a haunted house with Loki?

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Sorry for the delay but thank you so so much for the ask! I choose Loki, he will always be the one, sorry Thor!

Are You Scared of the Dark?

Summary: Loki scares you with old legends.

Warnings: nothing to severe, but implied dark behaviour.

I know it's just an ask but would love to get some thoughts, some reblogs, and likes. Love ya 😘

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"Those are wives tales, my prince," you protest as a shiver runs up your spine.

"Oh, says who? You, mouse?" His long strides keep ahead of you as he walks along the edge of the pale cliff, "have you ventured within and seen it yourself? I doubt there is much time between your chores to do so."

"Your highness, of course I've not been within the huldra's manor, no one dares trespass there."

"But you dare argue with your prince, eh? Who has tread those floorboards and seen the wraiths himself?" He challenges as he whips around, leather jacket catching the breeze.

"I do not argue, my prince, I only say as I think," you shrug, "my apologies."

"Mm," he tilts his head, "do you not wonder how I survived the huldra's lair?"

You're quiet. You don't like his teasing. It's as if he knows that and taunts you with his scary stories, as he does with many things, but he is the prince and you are only his maid.

"You… saw one?"

"Ah, but I thought it was a wives tale?" He smirks.

You try not to frown and fold one hand over the other, "my prince."

He chuckles and nears you, soles crushing twigs and crinkling then reddened leaves across the ground. "Would you like to see for yourself?"

Your eyes round at his suggestion. You reach for the emblem at your throat, the protective rune crafted by your mother's own hand.

"Your mother will expect you for dinner," you say, "perhaps–"

"We have time yet, mouse," he taps the end of your nose with his finger and a green flash erupts across your vision.

The world evaporates and reassembles around you. The house that was far a moment before looms over you, shadows cast by high peaks as the stone gate pens you in. Loki is unaffected as he spins and takes in the overgrown gardens and the statues draped in cobwebs.

It's colder there, darker. You can see the top of the cliff you only just stood upon, though it seems little more than a mirage at such a distance.

"Fine, I confess, I am afraid," you say as you hug yourself, "please take us back, my prince."

"Oh, do not fret, I am here and I've once survived the huldra's temptations. Besides, she does not seek out mousish servants like you. No, it is told she does prefer a strapping man…"

He puffs out his chest and flicks a strand of dark hair back, "she should be more concerned of resisting myself."

You say nothing as the cold gusts stir your skirts. You know your master well. He likes to taunt and tease, to mock and humiliate. Whether lady or maid, he takes his pleasure without remorse.

"Come," he marches past the trickling fountain covered in moss, "let me show you–"

"We cannot," you beg as you clutch your apron, "my prince, this is forbidden ground."

"No ground is forbidden to me," he insists and gives pause, raising to fingers above his shoulder, "do you defy me?"

"No, my prince, never," you scurry forward after him.

"Quit your childish squabbles and see for yourself," he ascends the crooked stairs of the leaning house, "the huldra is but a cranky old hermit, cursed to tread this forsaken place with her heifer's tale."

You stop as he does, peeking around him as he feels along the vines that criss cross the front door. You chew your lip as the hinges whine and he yanks outward, stepping back as he opens it. Your heart races as he coolly enters the dark house.

You brace yourself as you watch from the stoop. It takes a moment before you find a single wit and follow. Green orbs fly out from his fingertips and light the empty sconces set into the walls, limning the airy entryway in pale emerald hues.

"Though, I recall those tales of how the huldra come to be. That the unwashed do become the cursed creature… how often do servants bathe, mouse? Have you checked for a tail?"

You do not respond to his goading, better to let him preen, but more so to follow the shadow that passes behind you. He laughs again as he notices your uneasy glance.

"You say they are wives tales and yet you are afraid?" He taunts.

"We should not be here," you utter, "what do I say to make you take me away? That I am afraid? That perhaps I do believe the huldra lives?"

You face him and find only emptiness. Your heart drops. You did not hear him go, didn't not sense his shadow. But he is nowhere and nothing.

You tiptoe forward and look down the long hallway. It is only dark and cavernous. You shake as you stare and wonder where he would be. He could not have gone anywhere else, not without your notice.

You slowly proceed into the darkness, the green light flickering out behind you. You flinch and gasp as you're cast into gloom. No matter how you try, you cannot convince yourself it is only a trick. As much as Loki does like them, you feel certain it is worse than him.

You peer into the slanted doorways, pushing open those doors that remain intact, others left disjointed across the floorboards. The dust tickles your nose and you repress a sneeze behind your hand. The house creaks and croaks as your steps echo around you.

"My prince," you call ahead of you, "your highness, Prince Loki," you raise your voice as you get further, no answer sounding. "Oh, please quit this, it is not amusing."

Silence, nothing by the wind wailing without and your nervous footfalls. You stop at the end of the corridor, closed door before you. You tremble terribly as you grip the handle but it does not budge.

"Mouse? Please, help!" The handle rattles in your grasp, "let me out, mouse. I am trapped–"

His voice fizzles as you push on the door. Fear swells in you like a tempest, flurrying to panic as you throw yourself against the wood frantically.

"My prince, how did this happen?" You decry, "I cannot break through, I–"

The door opens suddenly and you fall through into your elbows. You gasp and suck in air as you stare down at the dusty floorboards. You get to your knees, the signs of your disturbance marked in the dust but none other around you. No footsteps, no streaks, nothing.

Are you mad? Is this Loki's ploy to convince you that you are? Or is it the huldra toying with you both?

You stand and turn back. The door shuts without cause. It snaps into frame and locks with a click. You throw yourself forward and try to twist the latch back.

"No, no, no," you beg as you pound your fist against the wood, "no, please."

The deep grey slowly recedes to soft green, the chamber filling with the eerie light as the walls are painted over in a fresh coat, the carpet swept and clean, the furniture shiny and free of grime. You turn and take in the change, the postered bed no longer slumped and broken, but broad and dressed in silk.

"Funny," Loki's voice startles you as he appears from the corner, "that a woman might entrap a man. I always found those tales entirely farcical, yet, you make me wonder, mouse…" he paces and looks you over, eyes glinting in the light twinkling from a dozen candelabras, "if there is some merit. For as the huldra is said to do, you have enthralled me. A servant, no less, and yet my mind does linger upon you."

"My prince," you murmur as he comes near. You shy away as he reaches to touch your cheek, shifting his hand to cradle your chin, "I don't–"

"I might have any and yet I do think of what is hidden beneath that apron, of what lays under that trained modesty," he runs his thumb below your lip, "why ever should I desire a creature like you, though you are bid to serve my needs, I shouldn't think to sate them all upon you… but I do."

He brings his other hand to the back of your head and pulls you close, "and who would ever look for the lowly maid in the huldra's hovel? If any think to look for her at all."

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man of the month part 7: july & august

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Summary: Shaun tries to convince you of Loki's feelings; Steve tries to convince you to have feelings for him; Sam tells you what you need to do with your feelings for Loki

Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 5.4k [get some wine ready]

Warnings: red flag MrSatchel; cringe nickname; Steve can't take a hint; language

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love

The screams of Thor's adoring fanbase picked up once again when the blond oaf walked out of your studio still without a shirt and showcasing his bulky exaggerative muscles. Outside of the photography studio, the remaining men who hadn't had their appointment with you yet were seated by the various seats strewn about the common area, with Loki still prominently at the front of the entire group, occupying the seat closest to the studio door.

He looked at his brother with significantly less apprehension after their exchange earlier today during his shoot with you. I am on your side. I only wish for you to be happy. Even after all this time it was such a foreign concept for him to be on the same side as Thor after centuries of being framed as each other's opposition.

Still, however, this particular set of circumstances somehow felt as if they were finally taking the steps to heal the scars, both known and unknown, that their strained relationship held. Their mother would have been proud if she were watching over them from Valhalla right now. 

Thor threw a look his way. "Well obviously it is not me," he said without a trace of resentment, a gigantic smile stretching across his face. "But I know who it is." 

Those words sent a frigid chill down Loki's spine. "She told you who it is?" 

The look on his brother's face grew proud, and yet unarrogant. "I figured it out," he stated jovially. The two men from California had jointly muttered something about welcoming him to the club, making him smile and give the two a knowing thumbs up. 

Deciding that perhaps he could save himself the anguish of going through this same exercise for a few more days as you finished up the appointments for everyone's photos, Loki approached his brother. "Just tell me who it is, Brother. Spare me the agony of waiting only to find out it isn't me after all."

The blond god gave him a look of mock offense. "Loki I will do no such thing. There are no shortcuts when it comes to matters such as this." His look softened when he saw the visible frustration on his brother's face, however. "I will tell you this, Brother. The super soldiers will most definitely be the most persistent in their efforts. I suggest taking Lady Y/N up on her offer to visit tomorrow. Just in case our dear Captain will be too disbelieving when she inevitably rejects his efforts." 

So it isn't Rogers, Loki thought to himself. And if my brother is giving me a forewarning to look after her upon Barnes' appointment as well, then he knows that it's not him, either. She and Wilson are friends and he's never shown any visible interest in her beyond that despite the time they've spent around one another, which excludes him from the possibilities as well. And Banner is borderline fatherly to her, much like Stark.

His heart pounded in his chest as he let out his running hypothesis. "The only ones left are Strange and myself." 

Thor clapped a hand down on his brother's shoulder. "Very good, Brother. You're catching on." 

The schedule for today had you on edge. Scott's words of 'the serum boys having it bad for you' made you nervous about being in the same room as Steve for potentially more than a few hours, assuming he tried to stretch out the photoshoot for as long as he could. You booked him early on in the day, and gave Sam a heads up to be ready in case you finished early.

Hopefully that had been enough of an indicator that not only did you know about what was going on with the men on the team and their intensions toward their respective appointments with you, but that you did not reciprocate the attraction that Steve supposedly had for you. 

Perhaps in the back of your mind yesterday afternoon, you'd thought of your appointment today as well when you extended that invitation to Loki to stop by if ever the spirit moved him. Part of you hoped that he wouldn't just take you up on that offer throughout the duration of the shoots, but that he would do so today. 

Funny how you were apprehensive to be in a room alone with the hundred-something year old veteran who could break a log in two with his bare hands, but you were unfazed over being in such close proximity to the thousand-something year old god who could easily snap the soldier in two with just his mind if he so wished. 

"Suppose I'm just stupid in love," you muttered to yourself in the empty studio, your eyes widening at your words. In love? Was that really where you were now? Sure, you'd harbored a mad crush on him for the longest time, but for those words to just come naturally to you after the last few days caught you off guard; however, you couldn't exactly say you were surprised at the turn your emotions had taken. It wasn't as if it was so unfathomably difficult for someone to find themself in love with the raven-haired god; in fact it came all too naturally to you. "Fuck." 

"That's a whole mood." Your gaze snapped to the door to find Shaun walking in with a plate in his hand. "Bacon and cheese muffin. Figured I should get one into your studio before Thor ends up stealing your piece." You let out a chuckle just as your stomach obnoxiously grumbled as the scent of the bacon and cheese hit you. "Looks like my timing was perfect today," he said with a laugh as he set the plate down on your desk. "You want some company?" He looked over to the near empty coffee mug next to the plate. "Or a top up?" 

"I wouldn't say no to both." You smiled at him. "Thanks, Shaun. You've been…really cool about all this and--"

"Hey, don't even mention it. I'm just glad we get to be buds. Honestly I was convinced that after the whole thing with my shoot that Loki was gonna mess with me every time he saw me even go near the door--"

"There you go again with your Loki conspiracy theories," you groaned. "I'm telling you. You're seeing things that aren't there."

"And I'm telling you that you're refusing to see things that are there," he shot back, an amused smile stretching across his face, chuckling as you rolled your eyes at him. "Tell you what. I'll prove it." He picked up your mug and started walking out the studio. "Gimme two minutes." 

"What in the actual--" you muttered to the now empty studio, shrugging off Shaun's latest antic and opting instead to start picking at the savory pastry he brought for you. Not two minutes later, a thrill ran up your spine as the next voice you heard was definitively not Shaun's.

"Y/N?" You were helpless against the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth when you looked up and caught sight of Loki walking into your studio, your little Heckers & Salutations coffee mug looking smaller than it actually was in his hand. "Xu had to attend to something with Lang and my brother and it seems he'd forgotten that he was supposed to bring this back to you," he explained as he placed the mug back on your desk next to your plate.

"Thanks," you squeaked, trying to consolidate him being here with what Shaun said about 'proving it'. Before you thought too hard about it, however, you stopped yourself. As beautiful a picture it would be if the god loved you back, it was nothing more than that. A beautiful picture. A tantalizing dream.

"Darling?" Your heart thumped in your  chest at the nickname. "Are you alright?" You looked up at him, trying desperately to hide the longing in your eyes before his keen observance caught sight of it, answering him wordlessly with a nod. "You seem…apprehensive," he prodded, concern seeping into his tone as he perched himself on to the stool next to you and gingerly taking your hand in his. "Is it your morning appointment?"

Dammit, how did he know? you hissed inwardly. You nodded slowly again. "It's--stupid, I know. It's just…ever since Scott told me about 'the Serum boys' I haven't exactly known how to…" You struggled to find the words as his thumb started to rub the back of your hand in slow circles. "I don't know how to act around them…with them. Because I don't know if they would misunderstand that for reciprocation. It's not exactly the easiest thing being around someone you know has feelings for you that you don't feel the same way for. Just like how it's agonizing to be around someone you dohave feelings for when you know that they don't see you that way, nor will they ever and--and I'm rambling, uhm…sorry," you mumbled into your coffee.

You felt a lump in your throat as he gently touched his fingers to your chin, tilting your head to look at him. "You aren't stupid for having your reservations. Unreciprocated affections can turn one into something else entirely, and while I dare not assume that it would happen to anyone on this team, I would not rule it out, either." His hand squeezed yours slightly before he spoke again. "If at any point in this morning's appointment, or any of your appointments, you begin to feel a disquiet  in you, I will be right outside. Just call for me."

Your heart began to swell at his words. "Really? You'd do that?" 

His other hand moved from your chin to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Darling, I've been there this entire time." 

"So you believe me yet?" 

You looked at Shaun as he gave you a little smug smile as he helped you setting up the plain light-colroed backdrop as well as draping a large black tablecloth over a table for Steve's shoot. "I don't wanna talk about it. Maybe you're on to something and I've been stupidly blind. Maybe you're not and you're just having a bad case of shipper brain. I'm just trying to get through this shoot, Xu." 

"Right right," he muttered, his smile fading. "You want me to check up on you? Like maybe half an hour after the shoot starts?" 

"Holy shit you'd do that?" Relief began to flood your system knowing that you didn't have to find a way to go outside and call for Loki, making up some excuse to even exit your studio if ever things went south in this shoot. 

"Yeah, Scopes, of course! We're buds now. We gotta look out for each other." He threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a playful headlock. "I'll put on a timer after he gets here. When the timer goes off I'll head over here with some lame excuse about lunch or something and if you're in need of help, give me this hand signal…" He pounded the table with his fist once, then snapped his fingers, and did a shaka sign. "Do that, and I'll call in the big guns." 

"Wait. Big guns, you mean--"

"God-tier backup. The kind that's been stationed outside your studio day in and day out making sure you're okay." You rolled your eyes at him again. "Just calling it like I see it." 

You jumped at the sound of a knock on your studio, bringing you back to the present moment. "Right then. Looks like it's time," you told Shaun with the most cheerful tone you could muster. "Start that timer, please," you muttered as softly as you could, your tension easing when you saw him do exactly that on his phone. 

"Relax, Y/N," he told you softly, patting your head. "We're right outside. Everything's gonna be fine." With that, he let you go and walked out your studio as you were walking back to your desk to finish your coffee.

"Hey, Scopes," you heard Steve greet you as you were drinking your coffee. "Or should I say…heckers and salutations," he finished with a chuckle as he motioned toward your mug. 

"Mmmph, no--" you protested. "That just sounds weird when someone actually says the words. Too old-timey. Even for you." 

Your words made him break out in a hearty laugh, but something in the sound felt too strained to you. He sounded something akin to a schoolgirl flirting with the quarterback trying to laugh at his joke in order to stroke his ego. So that maybe later she could stroke something else after the game.

It didn't sit right with you. But regardless, you made an effort to seem like you paid his attempts at stroking your ego no mind. Making it obvious that you were unfazed by his reactions, his presence.

"That was a good one, Y/N," he sighed as you put the strap of your camera over your neck, giving you one of his well-practiced Captain America smiles that always had his fangirls swooning where they stood. "So it's as naked as I'm comfortable with, right?" 

You swallowed hard, willing the lump in your throat to ebb. "Yup. I'll--turn around. Lemme know when you're ready." 

He took a step toward you as he untucked his button down shirt from his slacks. "I'm comfortable with whatever you're comfortable with," he told you with a seemingly good-natured smile. 

The whole sequence had a knot of tension settling in your stomach, slowly moving higher and higher as if you were about to retch and see your breakfast again. You strived to maintain your composure and answered him with a tight-lipped smile. "That's not how this works, Captain. I don't determine the degree of nakedness you're supposed to be comfortable with around me. That's all you. I just take the pictures." 

He looked at you with eyes that were teeming with fulsome intent as he undid the buttons of his shirt. "Then I suppose this shouldn't be an issue, since I hope that after today I could be quite comfortable with you." 

Those words sent a chill down your spine. "Excuse me?" you trembled, your voice suddenly dwindling down to something that could be likened to a church mouse. 

"Y/N, I'm sure that by now you know that I like you." You could have sworn the temperature dropped a good ten degrees as the words escaped him, goosebumps breaking out all over your arms as you were suddenly filled with this urge to run. 

If you did, though, would he block your way? And if he did, then what? 

The answer came to you awfully fast. I would scream. Loki's right outside. He'll hear me. 

You took a deep breath, your hands gripping your camera tighter in an attempt to get them to stop shaking. "Listen, Cap--"

"Please, Cookie, call me Steve." Something in you recoiled at the nickname he'd taken to calling you. There were only a few names you were partial to being called. Tweety by those close to you. Scopes to the rest of the world.

The exception to that rule being Loki, the only one whose head you didn't want to chop off whenever he called you Darling. 

This name, however…this one you had to nip at the bud. Nobody deserved to be called that…unless they actually wanted to be. 

"Captain," you insisted. "I'm aware of what Tony told you guys…about me having feelings for someone on the team. And, while I am flattered that you found yourself attracted to me…I'm sorry but I just…" You sighed, deciding you  had to rip off the bandaid in one go instead of tiptoeing your way around what you eventually had to tell him anyway. "I just don't feel the same," you said in a rush.

Your urge to flee grew stronger as his confident smile faded into a grim line on his face and he assumed an almost combative stance like he used in the training rooms or in the field, straightening his stance and squaring his shoulders. "It's not me?" he asked, his tone coated with incredulity. 

"It's not," you pressed on. "Listen, you're attractive and I'm sure the good-natured boy scout thing with the blond hair blue eyes clean shaven look does it for so many women, but…just not me." As his eyes darkened when you uttered those last words, you felt the need to murmur, "Sorry." 

"And you're sure?" 

"Pretty sure," you shot back, doing your best to bite back the sarcasm you usually would have answered that with. "I'm sure you'll find someone." You tried to take on a more comforting tone, as if you were trying to console a friend, even though at this moment he felt like anything but.

"Why?" The tone he'd taken on had become interrogative, demanding an answer instead of deflection, and it inevitably irritated you that he was acting this way.

"Because you're not my type," you answered with a bit more bite in your tone, the irritation seeping into every word. "I'm in love with someone else. And I'm sure that's hard to understand for someone who's so used to girls just falling all over him ever since you put on the stars and stripes, but you don't have to understand it. You just have to respect it." 

"So who is it then?" 

"That's none of your business." You were beginning to find your voice again; your body, however, still wanted to shrink. Or flee. Anything other than freeze, but you found that that was all you could do. "Your only business is that it's not you--"

"There's five of them left." You willed your face to remain expressionless other than the visible annoyance upon the assumption that he was about to list them all down trying to get you to tell him who he "lost" to. "Is it Sam?" 

You kept quiet.

"Banner?" You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his childishness. "Bucky?! Did I really just lose again to my best friend?" 

"Captain, stop this," you tried to plead with him. "Come on, be mature about this. Let's just take your picture, and we can move forward from this." 

"Is it Strange? It's the facial hair, isn't it? Or the magic?" You sighed sharply. You willed the time to go faster, for Shaun to check up on you already. "Ohh for heaven's sake!" He circled around in place, hands on his hips, taking a few more steps toward you when he faced your way again. "It's Laufeyson!" 

You couldn't stop yourself. Your neck twitched at the sound of his name.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, really?! The guy hates everyone! He even hates his own brother. He destroyed so much--"

"He brought you all together," you hissed. "He gave you all the chance to be informed. To be prepared. Tell me, Captain. Do you genuinely believe that if he hadn't come here in 2012 and you hadn't all come together that first time, that the world would have stood a chance when Thanos attacked?" 

"Every member of this team was on this world long before Loki landed on Earth," he argued petulantly. 

"Yes. But you wouldn't have been a team," you bit  back. "Nobody in this team would be here right now. I  wouldn't be here right now because there wouldn't even have been a team to work with. So don't you go around parading your high morals telling me that his destructions outweigh his contributions. He has made amends for his indiscretions time and time again, so nobody is in any right to hold the events from ten years ago over his head." 

"So it really is him, huh? You wouldn't defend him like this if it wasn't." 

"Yes I would." You tilted your chin up defiantly at him. "I don't like bullies." 

With the look on his face, you may as well have slapped him with those words. "I'm not--"

"Hey, Y/N…" You looked toward the door to see Shaun with a poorly veiled concerned look on his face. "Just checking to see if the shoot's gonna be done soon and ask if you wanna check out that new Mexican place that opened a few blocks from here. I've got a craving for some chimichangas." 

You plastered the most casual smile you could muster on your face as you answered him. "Uhh…yeah, we should be done in a bit." You gave him the hand signal, making his eyes widen the slightest with clear alarm. "I'll see you when we're done." 

"Sure thing, Scopes…" he trailed off, the tremor in his voice so evident to you as he backed away from the door. "Captain." 

"Xu," Steve answered him with a practiced smile, giving a salute his way. Then he turned back to you, his stance rife with defensiveness after your last words towards him. "I'm not a bully, Y/N. I just can't understand for the life of me why you would choose him--"

"What? Over you?" you fumed. "And for the record, I am not choosing anyone. I'm in love with someone. Okay? They're on the team. And other than that, it's nobody's business. Your only business is that it's not  you. So can we please just take your picture and we can move on from this?" 

"So you won't even consider anyone--"

"I believe the lady already turned you down, Rogers." Relief flooded your system at the sound of Loki's voice floating into the studio, the sound of the cadence of his steps nearly feeling like a warm blanket fighting away the chills that had broken out throughout the course of this exchange. 

"Stay out of this, Laufeyson. This is between me and Y/N." 

"Based on what I heard from this exchange, there is no 'you and Y/N'," the god shot back, placing a hand on your shoulder, choosing to maintain a considerable distance from you. "And as far as I know, this is her studio. Her space. She's told me that I am welcome to stop by throughout the duration of this project. The only one with the authority to send me out of here is her." He turned his gaze away from the veteran and towards you. "Do you wish for me to leave?" he asked you in a comparatively softer tone.

Your immediate answer was of course you didn't, but you knew that he didn't particularly like spending his time around other people; hell, he barely tolerated spending time with his own brother. Why would he want to pass his time with you? "I don't wanna trouble you," you muttered in response. 

"Sweetheart," he sighed, your heart jolting at the new nickname. "You could never trouble me." 

"Then I'd like you to stay," you said quietly, the lump remaining in your throat but now for an entirely different reason. Was he really so willing to stay with you through another shoot after he'd just done so yesterday? Was that actually a sliver of affection in his tone earlier as he called you Sweetheart? 

Holy fuck. Was Shaun right? 

His brows furrowed as he moved his hand from your shoulder to your upper arm, surely feeling the goosebumps that erupted from your exchange with the persistent Captain. "You're cold," he whispered, moving quickly to shrug off his cardigan and place it on your shoulders before rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms over the thick fabric. It was all you could do not to sigh and lean in to his touch. 

The sound of an impatient huff brought you back to reality. "So can we please just return to the matter at hand, Captain?" you addressed Steve again, noting the visible irritation radiating from him as he kept his gaze fixed on you and Loki. "If you could just go over to that table in the black set, and we can get started."

"Y/N, I just don't get it," he said with a raised voice, spinning in his spot again. "I'm a good guy—"

"Everyone on this team is a good guy," you pressed on. You raised an eyebrow at him as you emphasized, "Everyone."

He glared at you, then at Loki. "I'm a gentleman!"

"Not today, you're not, you little punk." Your gaze turned to the door to find Bucky sending a severely disappointed look Steve's way. "If you really were you wouldn't have to shout it at the top of your lungs, people would just know." He turned to look at you. "Scopes, I'm really sorry if I knew he was going to behave like this I would have stationed myself as his parole officer." 

"It's alright," you answered him. "Like you said, Bucky, you didn't know." 

"Steve, do what she says," the metal-armed assassin instructed the now sulking Captain. "You've wasted enough of her time with your entitlement." When the Captain finally followed, you could feel the remainder of the tension leaving your body, feeling infinitely more relieved by the moment knowing that this particular shoot would soon be over. 

The shoot itself didn't last fifteen minutes, the awkward atmosphere creating an environment that was so tense you could almost feel that the two super soldiers just wanted to exit the studio as soon as possible. You faintly heard remnants of Bucky conversing with Loki, thanking the god for calling him as soon as he'd heard about Steve acting out. 

The information took you aback. He'd approached Bucky? Voluntarily? You were always under the impression that he found the two soldiers intolerable, that he would rather sit through one of Tony's self-aggrandizing two and a half hour long speeches than be in a five minute conversation with either of them. 

"Alright, I think I have what I need," you said loudly for the benefit of everyone in the room, standing up and walking away from the set you'd prepped with Shaun not even two hours earlier so that you wouldn't have to look at Steve a moment longer than necessary. With those goddamn puppy eyes that were putting you through an unwarranted guilt trip even though he was most definitely the one who should feel guilty for making you feel like you needed the backup of his best friend and your--

And Loki. Not 'your' anything. Just Loki, you thought bitterly. 

In the end, Bucky ended up choosing the shot that would go on for the July layout, reasoning that the Captain shouldn't be anywhere near you until he's had a chance to cool down and realize that he most definitely owed you an apology for cornering & interrogating you the way he did. And that he owed Loki an apology for shit talking him behind his back, too.

"I'm really sorry again for Steve's behavior, Scopes." Bucky's tone had been rife with remorse and secondhand embarrassment as he lightly nudged at your shoulder with his hand. 

"Your bestie needs to learn how to handle rejection," you remarked, giving him a small smile to show him that you didn't hold anything against him for how the other super soldier had chosen to act around you. "I'll uhh…see you in a few days for your shoot?" 

"You can count on it." He pointed a finger at Steve. "You. Training Room. We're gonna spar. Give me a reason to beat some sense into your idiotic head." 

After grabbing lunch with Shaun, Nat, and Wanda, it was time for Sam's shoot. That had gone exceptionally better than your previous appointment. No checkups and no backup needed, just two friends laughing away the entire shoot and the entire premise of Tony's proposition toward the other models. 

"Can you imagine their disappointment if I go out and tell them 'I win y'all!'?" he pondered, chuckling as he posed for another picture in the same set that Steve had been in this morning. "Nah…Horns would probably rip my head off and mount it on his wall if I did." 

"Come on," you grumbled from behind your camera, giving him a hand signal to turn slightly to his right. "Loki wouldn't do that." Although from the aura he had during the exchange with Steve earlier, you were almost convinced that he would. "What would he care if it was you?" 

"Uhh…Tweety, he'd care," he insisted. "Because it would mean that it's not him." 

"Alright, Big Bird, what aren't you telling me?" 

"Do you honestly not know that ever since this entire thing started, he's been in the front of the group whenever the shoot ended? Looking like he refuses to let oxygen enter his cocky ass lungs until whoever walked out tells us all that it's not them?" You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion. "Motherfucker you really didn't, huh?" 

"Dude you kinda sounded like Fury for a second there. I mean…I never heard him say the word, but it kinda feels like something he'd say when he's alone, you know?" 

"Don't avoid the question, Tweety. You really didn't know that that's what's been going on these last few days?" You shook your head at him as you signaled for him to stand by the window instead, letting the wall of the studio be his backdrop instead, which he quickly complied with. "Y/N if I didn't know that you had it bad for him, I'd feel sorry for the guy." 

"Wait wait, hold up." You put your camera down on the ground so that you could give him a proper look. "You know?" 

"You're obvious," he said simply. "At least to me. And I just want you to know this. If his shoot comes up and he doesn't take the opportunity to shoot his shot? That's his mistake. Just don't make the same one." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, little Tweety bird, if he tries to be all proper Asgardian gentleman on his shoot, it's on you to climb him like those trees you always do when we're on a mission, and go for the kill shot." He emphasized his point by bucking his hips and making a slapping motion with his hand, making you break out in a maniacal bout of laughter.

"You fucking dork."  

Hearing your laugh bleeding through the closed door simultaneously made Loki's heart swell and ache as he sat outside waiting for Wilson to exit your space despite him already knowing that the outcome of this shoot would be a negative as well, based on his conversation this early morning with his brother.

On the one hand, he was relieved that your mood had taken a turn for the better once your appointment with Rogers had concluded. And hearing evidence that this current appointment was much more lighthearted than the last had him breathing easier for it meant that he need not be concerned for your safety while you were alone with the veteran soldier.

On the other, however, hearing your laugh made him ache and yearn for you, finding himself once again wishing that whenever he found himself alone with you, the atmosphere did not feel as heavy as it always did. As if you felt that if  you spoke one word out of line he would cut you down. It made him wonder if that sliver of hope that he was holding on to that he'd be the one you so boldly stated in Rogers' face that you were in love with was truly him holding on to nothing.

He found himself picturing how completely shattered his heart would be once Strange's appointment came up and the vain former Midgardian healer turned sorcerer emerged from your studio, a triumphant smile on his face, as he declared for the entirety of the team that you were his. Would he be able to handle seeing you the next day, on his appointment? How comfortable would he be around the very woman who'd unknowingly destroyed him? Would he even tell you about his affection? 

No, he answered himself resolutely. He would keep his emotions a secret if that be the case. He would wish you well, and hope that the sorcerer would treat you with the respect and devotion you deserved. 

"I only wish for you to be safe and happy," he muttered into the emptiness of the common area. "Even if you do not find that with me, my love." 

A/N: Never thought I'd be writing Steve with them "I'm a nice guy!" vibes and yet here we are…whew. 🥴

Next 2 chapters will be written by Mochie and I can confirm…there's an extra little surprise for the next chapter that'll have us all 🤣 in our seats

Now…I'm off to write for the requests pile again because I'd like to have some good progress done on this before requests open up again in less than 230 followers 😳👀

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[those-late-night-feels]

Unexpected

Part 2

His skin grazed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. Your back leaned against the wall as he roamed every inch of your body, your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, your thigh. Fingernails dragged over his sculpted chest, a sharp hiss emerging from his mouth, before it was on top of yours. He spun you around, your palms pressed against the wall in submission, your legs shaking in anticipation. He dragged the tips of his fingers up the back of your thigh, closer and closer…

You opened your eyes, registering the alarm on your end table and turned it off. You rubbed your eyes, the memory of your dream coming back to the surface.

No…you thought, it couldn't possibly have been... You groaned in annoyance. That arrogant asshole was now invading you in your sleep.

Shaking the image of his naked form from your mind, you tried to focus on the agenda for the day as you got ready, pulling on a white skirt, silky camisole and white matching short-sleeved jacket. You slipped on the highest pair of heels you own, ignoring the fact that it had more to do with not wanting to crane your neck to look up at the towering god than it had to do with fashion.

When you met with Pepper and Tony in her office later that morning, you were fully prepared to be reprimanded for your actions the previous evening in Loki's apartment. You gave them an update on the developments of the fundraiser you were assisting Pepper on, who had rsvp'd to the event, potential donors, and all the last minute details before the big event coming up.

"Impressive y/n," Tony started. "And how are things going with the horned beetle? Is he behaving himself?"

You snorted at the nickname. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Good. Alright, ladies," Tony stood, "if there's nothing else, I have a new suit that is calling me for a test run. Y/n, there are a few things I'll need you to find for me. I'll text you."

So Loki hadn't complained about your unfortunate accident. You spent the rest of your day doing research for Tony's requests to help modify his Iron Man suits and assisting Pepper in her office with the fundraiser, occasionally glancing at your cell phone. Nothing. It hadn't buzzed all day. You were tempted to make an excuse and go up to check if everything was okay.

No, y/n, you thought. Ignore him. He's playing games with you.

*****

The sun was setting and not one call or text from him. You should be grateful, you told yourself. You actually got through to him. But, even if you wouldn't dare admit it to yourself, you somewhat missed the constant pings.

Maybe it was the high of feeling needed.

You walked into your office near the end of the day to finish up a few emails and call it a night.

"Have a busy day, darling?"

You shrieked, your heart palpitating. The dark-haired Asgardian sat in a plush velvet armchair in the corner, his feet propped up on the ottoman beside, holding a book casually, like he'd been there a while.

"Loki, what the fuck? You scared me half to death! What are you doing in here?"

He raised an eyebrow like it was obvious. "Waiting for you."

You sighed, he was impossible. "How did you even get in here?"

He flicked his fingers, the security badge magically appearing in his hand.

"And?"

"And," he continued, flicking the security badge back into thin air, "I would like to test just how good at your job you claim to be."

Crossing your arms, you pursed your lips in annoyance. You had half a mind to tell him to get out, but your curiosity got the better of you. When you didn't say anything in response, he continued. "Books."

You scoffed in surprise. "Was the library I put together not enough?"

"Of Midgardian literature, yes." He shut the book he had been holding and came to stand in front of you. You were reminded of your selectively high heels as he came eye to eye with you. "But I am looking for Asgardian texts. And as—"

"Asgard is no more," you softly interjected.

"Right. So, as you can imagine, it makes my desire for it so much stronger." You tried not to stare at his lips as he spoke. Stay professional, you told yourself. But the effect that his proximity was starting to have on you was not lost.

It was that damn dream. Stop it. It meant nothing.

"Alright, I'll see what I can find," you said, trying not to sound breathless.

He smiled warmly. "I look forward to it."

*****

To your surprise, Asgardian literature was more difficult to locate than you had anticipated. You had thought that once Earth had learned of the mighty Thor and the other inhabited worlds that publishers would have a field day with new literature, but that was simply not the case.

While unsure if you just wanted to prove a point or if you were genuinely curious, you spent the rest of your evening at home on the couch doing research while Netflix played in the background.

Yawning, you clicked on a link for a humble bookstore in Iceland which mentioned texts on Valhalla. You sent an email inquiring about their sources and possible shipping timelines. To your surprise, you heard a ping on your computer while brushing your teeth. The book owner had responded, stating that they indeed had ancient texts and for the right price would be shipped internationally. After a round of emails, you had two books scheduled for a priority shipment in the morning after paying a hefty fee on the Stark International credit card. Your ego couldn't get much bigger.

*****

When the first box arrived on your desk later that week, you couldn't wait to open it up. You hadn't given Loki much of an update on your progress when he had casually stopped by the next day, just that you had a few promising leads. You didn't want to give him false hope.

But when you peeled back the protective cushions wrapped around the book and opened it up to see runes, you were almost positive you hit the jackpot.

Stacking the two books gently on top of each other, you headed up to his apartment, excited to show him what you found.

Knocking on his door, you couldn't hold back a cheesy grin. He opened the door, eyebrow raised when he saw it was you.

"I'm very good at my job," you said, and walked past him into his apartment. You carefully set down the books on the table, presenting them to him. He strolled over, his eyes on the dark blue and gray books.

"What's this?" he asked with an amused expression. But you didn't answer, allowing him to discover on his own.

With the tips of his fingers, he ran them over the symbols on the front cover. You watched as his curious expression slowly dropped. He cracked open the cover of the first book, the delicate pages falling open, and his breath faltered. It was like you weren't even there any longer, he was so engaged with the pages. You chuckled to yourself. "I'll let you enjoy them in peace."

You made your way past him to the door. Noticing your exit, he reached out and grabbed you by the arm, turning you around. He stepped closer, the distance between you only mere inches. He silently studied you, as if trying to find words to say.

You leaned back and smiled at him. "I've never known you to not have something to say."

He looked from your eyes to your lips and back again, gauging your reaction. Don't do this, you thought. Don't mix business with pleasure.

"Yes, well…" he said. "Thank you."

You placed your free hand on his. "That's my job, Loki."

Coffee Tips

He understood your answer and let go. Standing at the door, you turned back to him before you left. "Don't question how good I am at it again."

Part 3

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