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wheredafandomat · 1 year
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Queen of the nine
Loki x female queen! Reader
18+| contains angst, smut, powerful queen bitch reader!
Basically Loki is locked up and you gotta go get your man
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“Loki, don’t go, don’t leave me, please.” You pleaded, practically on your knees as you tugged his tunic.
“I—” he began, glancing down at you in a moment of uncertainty before his resolve returned “I must reclaim my rightful throne.” He declared.
“B-but you promised,” you whimpered, “you said we could leave together, make our own destiny.” You sniffled remembering your own cursed fate.
“This is me making my own destiny.”
It had been another uneventful day. Between signing truces and assigning roles, there was little room for one’s own enjoyment. You had recently taken up crocheting as a hobby yet you found little time to finish any projects. One thing you could agree with your late mother on was that this job wasn’t for the faint hearted or anyone with any desire for creativity. This job was demanding, it required those who were able to remain stoic and impartial, something that was unnatural to anyone with any kind emotion. People always waited for smiles, frowns, any slither of adour, something that took every ounce of energy to not express. To do nothing was the hardest job of all. That’s why you found yourself breathing deeply when one of your chambermaids greeted you with the news of Queen Frigga of Asgards passing. In that moment, every memory of the place that you had fought to bury deep within your psyche surfaced. The moments spent laughing, learning from Frigga, walking through her flower garden holding hands with Loki, Loki. You bit your lip as you recalled every precious second spent with Loki; the smiles, the kisses, the love, the sex, the promises, the deceit, everything up until the point he abandoned you.
“Your majesty, your majesty.” She called, getting your attention again.
“Yes, sorry.”
“Will you be attending the royal ceremony?”
“Yes, could you arrange a carriage for me please.”
“Of course.”
Your journey to Asgard was a quiet one, your gaze cast over the mountains as you tried to bite down every last fragment of emotion you had, especially in front of your foot soldiers. When they looked at you they saw a valiant queen, not a weeping wench; you wanted to preserve the former. The closer you drew, the more uneven your breaths were. You wondered how Loki looked, whether he looked as aged as you no doubt did. After hearing that his conquest for Midgard was unsuccessful, there was nothing more. By the time that you had become queen, you found yourself disinterested in how Loki ended up. You did discover that he resided in Asgard again but you didn’t want to visit to be certain, you couldn’t. Now however, you wished you had, considering you were about to be reunited with the man who left you the morning after declaring his undying love for you. What if things were awkward? No, this was Loki, your Loki.
“Your majesty, we have arrived.” One of the men spoke. You snapped out of your thoughts, looking out of the casement, eyes widening as you took in the familiar gates of the palace. Before you could open the door, it swung open.
“Your majesty.” Thor greeted, offering his hand as he helped you out.
“Thor.” You smiled, hugging him tightly once you stepped out. You hadn’t realised how much you had missed him. “Although I am happy to see you, I apologise that it isn’t under better circumstances.” You frowned as you pulled apart. His smile faltered for a moment before he replied.
“Thank you your maj—”
“It’s simply y/n to you.” You noted.
“Y/n then.” He corrected himself before pulling you into another hug. You looked around, unable to resist the feeling of despondency you felt at not seeing Loki.
“Where’s Loki?” You questioned, mumbling into his shoulder.
“He—um.” Thor stuttered causing you to break the hug.
“Thor?”
“Imprisoned.” He stated.
“Where?” You gasped.
“Here.” Thor spoke, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he observed your reaction.
“Here? On Asgard?” You almost choked.
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Odin has his son, prince of Asgard, imprisoned on Asgard?” You questioned incredulously.
“Yes.” He mumbled.
“Today of all days?” You scoffed getting angrier.
“Yes.” Thor confirmed quietly.
“Take me to Odin!”
You made your way to the royal chambers of the palace where Odin was currently. Thor knocked his door before receiving passage only to be pushed passed by you.
“Y/n” Odin smiled “I’m glad to see you made it here safe.”
“My condolences.” You offered, making your way to him before you exchanged a quick hug in greeting.
“Well as you know, I’ve still got a realm to govern” he shrugged, breaking the hug “not much time to grieve” he added, although you could tell he was hurting.
“Of course.” You agreed.
“Sit.” He spoke, gesturing to a chair. “What bothers you child?”
“It’s Loki.” You answered. Odin's jaw clenched before he replied.
“Loki? What about Loki?” He answered, seemingly angry at the mention of him.
“Am I right in thinking you’ve got him imprisoned here?”
“Yes, he’s a traitor to Asgard.” Odin spat.
“But today of all days—”
“He is a traitor y/n.” Odin insisted
“He deserves to say goodbye too, she was his moth—”
“No.”
“Ple—”
“No!” He thundered causing some of your guards to push through the door before you stood, gesturing them away. Once you had assured them that you were fine, you turned your focus onto Odin again.
“Apologies for the intrusion but you’d do well to remember that I’m not the child that left Asgard, I am a queen, the queen of the nine and therefore your superior. My asking was a kindnesses, but now, I order it.” You spoke firmly. Odin narrowed his gaze slightly, jaw clenching again as you studied his expression, finding it hard to remember that he wasn’t actually Loki's biological father despite their uncanny resemblance in this moment. Exhaling, Odin relaxed.
“No, you aren’t the same y/n that left here, although, I see your devotion to Loki hasn’t changed.”
You opened your mouth to answer before he spoke again.
“Very well, Loki has today, he’ll have to return to the dungeons this time tomorrow and not a moment later.”
“Thank you.” You smiled curtly before turning to leave.
“And y/n, you’d do well to remember that you are a guest in my realm.” Odin asserted almost warningly, causing you to pause.
“And yet, I’m more powerful than you in it” you answered, flicking your wrist as you turned to face him again before an apple appeared in your hand.
“What’s this?” Odin scoffed.
“A ticket” you stated “one night, one bite and you’ll be reunited with her although only briefly, your time isn’t now.” You finished in a whisper, handing him the apple as a gift for allowing you to see Loki as well as a demonstration of your power.
“Thank you.” He nodded earnestly before you left.
“Please, release Loki.” You instructed Thor.
Once Thor had left, you busied yourself in the throne room, taking the time to sit and appreciate the view from Asgards Throne.
“It suits you, regality.”
“And yet a throne would suit you ill Loki.” You answered, gaze focusing on the man walking out from behind a pillar.
“Would it?” He questioned, stepping towards you.
“You’d realise that a throne doesn’t change anything, you’d still be a Jotun, you’d still feel unloved and you’d still be angry Loki, just all whilst sitting on a throne.” You explained.
“A throne nonetheless.” He shrugged as he reached you before kneeling, picking your hand up and placing a kiss at the back of it. “Y/n.” He addressed fondly.
“Hello Loki.” You grinned, Loki reciprocating your smile. Standing up, you threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You spoke into his chest as he held you tighter before pulling back, cupping your cheeks.
“Thank you, for giving me today.”
Nodding, you hugged him again.
The ceremony for Frigga was pleasant, although still. Asgard was grieving their queen, an irreplaceable force. Following the official ceremony was a party celebrating her life and rein. This event was a lot more joyous, upbeat.
A plethora of staff greeted you, having remembered you from when you were younger, praising the woman you had grown into. As well as that, there were kings and queens from other realms saluting you, thanking you.
“Care to dance?” Loki offered as he approached you leaving some of the other royals shocked at his brazy behavior; they obviously didn’t know your history with him.
“Very well.” You accepted, placing your hand in his open one.
Loki held you against him as you began waltzing around the room, nearly all eyes on you both.
“Do you remember in our youth when we’d sneak in here and pretend it was our wedding?” Loki recalled as you smiled zealously.
“And we’d pretend our juice was wine.” You added.
“Before we grew older and realised that wine wasn’t actually all that pleasant.” Loki chuckled.
“Yes, then we realised that if we were to actually wed, we wouldn’t finish the night drinking wine.” You snickered.
“No, we discovered something else.” He spoke teasingly before dipping you, your eyes focused intensely on one another’s before he slowly picked you up again, holding you firmly against him as the moment passed.
“So” you began, clearing your throat “in your conquest to take over half the realms, did you encounter any loving princesses, or maybe a prince?” You queried.
“A bit of both” he answered, a pang of jealousy reverberating through you “I expect the same as you but nothing that ever compared to my first love, to you.” He finished, his hands finding your waist as you lifted your head from his chest.
“I fear I wasn’t your first love Loki.” You admitted, Loki’s brows knitting questioningly. “Your first love, your first companion was dejection” you explained, hand running through his hair “I only wish I had entered your life sooner, maybe things would have turned out differently.”
Loki closed his eyes, hand finding the small of your back as you continued swaying.
“Maybe not.” He uttered.
Once the night drew to an end, you as well as the other guest royals were escorted to your rooms for the night. Loki insisted he escort you so halfway though you told your men to head to bed. The both of you walked, back of your hands touching occasionally. When you reached your door, you found yourself wishing the walk was longer.
“Tonight was—” you started.
“Delightful.” Loki finished.
“Yes, delightful.” You agreed, your eyes meeting again.
“Well, goodnight y/n.” Loki bid leaving you feeling a little forlorn.
“Goodnight Loki.” You smiled curtly before turning and opening the door, closing it behind you as your back hit the door with a thump and a sigh. You thought about Loki, about opening the door, hugging him, kissing him. You thought about the possibility of this being the last time you see him, the last time you touch him. Your mind swam with questions, thoughts, regrets before you decided you’d quickly chase after Loki. Turning, you swung the door open before being met by Loki who was still facing it. Exchanging a small laugh between you both, you kissed him deeply, Loki reciprocating your eagerness before you pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. Loki was quick to discard of both your clothes, kneeling once again as he kissed your stomach. He lifted your legs, helping you step out of your underwear before he was exploring your centre with his mouth. It felt like old times again, your relationship restored in a matter of hours like no time had passed. As always, he had you a moaning mess before laying you against the bed and kissing you passionately. You widened your legs as he positioned himself between them, kissing your neck as he rutted against you.
“I want you.” You spoke softly, looking up at him as you smoothed his hair out of his face.
“I’m right here y/n.” He answered, taking your hand and kissing it before entering you. You both moaned as Loki bottomed out, lacing his fingers with yours.
The sex was slow, intimate, consuming. Each calculated thrust erased decades away from each other, every round removing centuries. Your mind expunged the hurt, the betrayal, the desolation as he drove into you, chest pressed to yours. You could feel his heartbeat, feel his breath tickling your ear, feel him evading you in the most pleasant way. You hadn’t realised how much your body yearned for his, how much you had missed his tender touch, his warm embrace, the sound of him in your ear as he came. The night was a loving, sweaty, close odyssey.
When you awoke, it was to the rays of light beaming in and the feeling of Lokis chest pressed to your back as you slumbered in a naked nirvana. You stayed like that for a while, pressed together as the daunting knowledge of this being the last morning of you both like this dawned upon you. You enjoyed it nonetheless regardless of whether this feeling was fleeting.
“Goodmorning.” Loki smiled, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Morning.” You answered, spinning in his grip to kiss him properly.
Eventually you both moved your affections to the washroom, fucking against the wall before relaxing in a pool of warmth. You sat between Loki’s legs as he pulled your back against him, both of you melting into the water.
“I don’t want this day to end.” You murmured as if your quietness made reality less real.
“I know my inamorata” Loki replied, kissing your shoulder, the familiar moniker sending a shiver down your spine “but I must face the consequences of my own actions.” He finished causing you to sigh.
“Regality suits me but I’m just lonely, Loki. I govern all nine realms, billions of beings and yet I’m so lonely, a throne changes nothing.” You laughed mirthlessly.
“As long as I live, you’ll never be alone, I’ll always be here.” Loki insisted, kissing your neck.
Once you were out of the bath and dressed, the guards began preparing for Loki’s return but you had other ideas. You couldn’t face life alone again. You couldn’t leave without Loki. Despite him previously abandoning you, you couldn’t do the same to him, not now. When Thor knocked your door, knowing Loki was with you, you began executing your plan.
“I require an audience with Odin.” You began, Loki’s brows knitting in confusion.
“Okay.” Thor answered unsure.
“And I require Loki’s presence too.”
“Y/n.” Loki called.
“Get it done Thor.”
As planned, Thor had arranged a meeting with Odin just before it was time for Loki to return. On the journey to the throne room, you briefed Loki on the plan. He agreed, still wanting to do his time. When you approached, you sauntered in confidently.
“Loki is leaving with me.” You declared.
“That’s absurd!” Odin scoffed.
“Make no mistake, he will not be a free man, he will serve his time but in my home realm.” You delved.
“I forbid it.” Odin spat.
“You cannot have a prince locked up in the dungeons of his home realm, that’s what’s absurd.”
Odin remained silent for a few moments seemingly thinking.
“I’d be happy to have your guards watch him but he will be on my soil, think of it as me taking him off of your hands.”
“Fine” Odin relented “but when the time comes, I’ll require a favour from you.”
“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. Reunited, at last.
“Fine” Odin gave up “but when the time comes, I’ll require a favour from you.”
“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. Reunited, at last.
“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. The two of you reunited, at last.
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gettinshiggywithit · 3 months
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𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬
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Summary: In which you find out loki’s secret and he fears your reaction.
Pairing: loki x reader
Genre: fluff ,maybe a hintt of angst
W/c: 928
A/N: saw someone talking abt jotun loki and my brain went brrrrr.Wrote this at 5/6 in the morning on 0 sleep so apologies in advance!If yall liked it id love to hear your thoughts
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A frost giant.unbelievable.
Loki stood in odin’s vault,hands firmly gripping the handles of the casket. He watched as his skin changed to an icy blue,an equally icy chill running down his spine. The all father had conveniently fallen into the odin-sleep.
“Leaving me when i need him…typical” he said to himself. It wasn’t like he had an audience and with him being the acting ruler,and his mother being in his ‘father’s’ chambers, he needn’t fear intrusion.
The only person aware of his little secret,who was awake anyway, was his mother and he intended to keep it that way.for as long as he could.
Eliminating thor would guarantee him the throne and by destroying jotunheim,he’d garner enough of the public’s love to hopefully keep his throne,should his secret come to light.
‘Does heimdall know?’ He wondered to himself.
‘No matter,He can be dealt with if necessary”
Loki was so lost in thought that he missed the,
“There you are!” You huffed out.
You marched on upto him and noticed he wasnt…himself.
At this sudden revalation, you started taking quieter,more measured steps towards the boyfriend-shaped figure in front of you.
You let out a tentative “loki?” To which he jolted, his hands immediately letting go of the casket and his now-red eyes staring at you with both surprise and slight fear. Not fear of you,but the fear of being discovered.
“Y/n, dont…dont do that.” He said letting out a breath he didn't know he’d been holding in. And when you didn’t reply, instead merely staring at him in bewilderment, he suddenly remembered how he looked. He stumbled backwards, his hands flying to brace himself against the stand of the artefact behind him.
His finger gently brushed against the casket and the fading blue returned once again.
Noticing this, he pulled his hands to his front.clasping them and lookin on at you,awaiting your reaction.
What would you do? Yell at him? Leave him? Threaten to tell the rest of asgard?
All the worst possibilities ran around his head and he began to tear up.
He was broken out of his turbulant thoughts by your hand brushing against his cheek.
He was shocked, to say the least.
Of all the reactions he’d thought up,this wasnt one.
He leaned into your touch,fearing this would be the last time he would feel it,your soft cold hand against his wretched skin.
“What is this loki?” You ask in a whisper,staring at him with not fear,not anger,but wonder and curiosity.
You were now stood quite close to eachother not impossibly so, but quite.
“I-“
“Were you cursed?”
“In a manner of speaking…y-”
“Does it hurt?”
You knew what he was,you’d seen frost giants before so it wasn’t illiteracy that made you disregard his current state.
You really were asking him if he was okay as he stood before you, a blue monster,kin to those you’d fantasised about killing in your youth…
Was this real?
He needed to know it was,so he spelled it out for you,
“Y/N,im a Frost giant.”
He let out in a voice laden with melancholy,regret and was that fear you heard?
“I know” you merely replied as you traced the patterns on his skin.
At this he pulled your hand away and held it.
“What do you mean you know?! Y/N im a monster! Dont you understand!”
Your expression shifted to one of annoyance,another unforseen reaction.
“I understand quite clearly loki.”
“Then why haven’t you-”
“Why haven’t i run out screaming? Cursing you? Why havent i tried to kill you?”
His silence told you that was exactly what he was about to ask, more or less.
You sighed before stepping towards him and placing his hand on your shoulder,he flinched but didn't move otherwise.
You took this as your go-ahead and wrapped him in a hug.
You stayed there for a good three minutes in silence before saying,
“Loki,i dont give a single ratatosk whisker if you’re a jotun.i love you.”
You pulled away at that to look him in the eyes and saw the tears forming there.
As they fell from his eyes,you caught them with your thumb and placed in on tongue.
Now it was his turn to look at you in confusion.
You waited a beat before saying, “for a jotun you cry asgardian tears.”
He smiled at that,scoffing at your antics.
“You’re ridiculous”
“Yeah well im also yours so get used to it” you said as you went in for another hug and this time he hugged back holding you like you were the most precious thing in all the nine realms,and to him,you were.
“Are you sure?” He whispered out,almost like he hoped you wouldnt hear.
“Always.And never forget it” you said,pressing a soft kiss to his lips which had him chasing yours as you pulled away.
“Why did you come down here anyway?” He asked finally realising it was rather odd for you to have come to the artefacts vault;unless there was a purpose for your visit that is.
“Ah yes, Frigga was calling you.” You said pulling away and pulling him by the arm towards the exit.
“Alright then” he said as he let you drag him out of the chamber that held his secrets. You really were something else,and he’d never been more grateful for anyone in his entire life.
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chennqingg · 1 month
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𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 - 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗
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summary: you and loki are approved to go through the process of courtship, however, in order to proceed with courtship, you must give up your oath as a warrior & your position as a bodyguard...
author's note: this short drabble is probably one of the most important ones to the series. we get to see if Loki & reader could even have a chance to court each other 👀 hope you all enjoy!
pairing: loki odinson x fem!warrior! reader
warning(s): royal things? (process of courtship), slight angst, arguing & yelling, mild fluff, drama, Loki assuring reader, sad Loki & reader, reader masking her pain, let me know if i missed any!
tags: @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @emqaep @jenniferpendragon @herdetectivetheorist @navs-bhat @itsjullii @qalijahbydior @moonlight10001
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Ever since Loki had confessed his feelings to you and you actually returned your feelings as well, the next step was to convince the Allfather to start the process of courtship. Before Loki took the next step to get approval from his father, he decided to ask your father for your hand in marriage.
Sauntering over to the training grounds, Loki caught a glimpse of your father, watching the new soldiers train. Loki had always respected your father, he was a formidable and respected general within the Asgardian army. But most importantly, he raised you as a single father, giving you the skills that you possessed today as a warrior.
"Greetings, Vice Commander Ingvar," Loki greeted your father.
The tall, middle-aged man turned at Loki's voice, bowing immediately as soon as his eyes met with Loki's.
"Greetings, Your Majesty," your father, Ingvar greeted the prince back before standing upright. "What brings you here? Isn't my daughter supposed to be by your side?"
"I actually wanted to speak with you about your daughter," Loki told him. "May I...have the honor to have your daughter's hand in marriage?"
"A-Are you certain?" Ingvar stammered, shocked at Loki's words as he felt tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
Loki nods. "Yes, Commander. I truly love your daughter and I wish to court her. I can also assure you that she also feels the same about me. May I have her hand in marriage?"
More tears began to welling up in Ingvar's eyes, as if the words coming out of Loki's mouth were similar to music in his ears. Ingvar's lips curled up into a smile as the tears welling up in his eyes began to stream down his face.
"If you truly love my daughter like you've stated and she also truly loves you back, then you have my blessing, Your Majesty. You have my blessing to take my daughter's hand in marriage. She's truly my pride and joy, I want her to be happy with a man that cherishes her as much as I do."
Loki softly smiled at your father, this was one of the rare occasions where your father shed tears of joy. Ingvar then pulled Loki into a strong embrace, embracing him tightly as Loki spoke again.
"I promise you that I'll love and cherish your daughter more than anything in the entire nine realms. I'll speak to my father about the courtship process. My next step is to get approval from the Allfather, I wish for you to be present when that day comes."
"You have my word," Ingvar replied. "I shall be present for you, but most importantly, for my daughter."
Then, Loki took the next step to speak with his father. Needless to say, he was afraid to do so, but thanks to Frigga's intervention, Odin decided to approve the courtship between you and Loki. He only requested for you, your father and Loki's presence privately about other matters...
About a few days later, you found yourself inside of the large throne room. It was just you, Loki and your father standing in the presence of the Allfather and Allmother. The energy within the throne room was tense, despite the fact that there were only five people inside the throne room. Loki clutched your hand in his, squeezing it every now and then to help him relax.
"Are you alright?" you whispered to him. "Are you nervous?"
Loki nods. "Yeah, a little. Am I squeezing too hard, my dove?"
You quietly chuckled. "Just a little bit, but it's alright. I'm nervous as well. Now, we have to pay attention to your father's words."
Odin then cleared his throat, you and Loki immediately zipped your lips shut and turned your attention to the Allfather. Once he saw that the people he requested was inside of the throne room, the Allfather motioned for the guards to shut the doors.
"I am going to proceed with this on the condition if Y/N gives up her position as my son's bodyguard as her focus will be on the royal lessons and duties she must learn beforehand," Odin began speaking. "However...if she refuses to do so, I will not allow the courtship to proceed."
"Father, Y/N is my one and only bodyguard I can trust with my life!" Loki argues. "I won't—"
"Silence!" Odin's voice roared through the throne room, causing you and Loki to flinch slightly. "The both of you either follow through with the agreement that she must give up her position as your bodyguard and her oath as a warrior or there's no way in the entire nine realms that you will be courted to her!"
"May I have a say in this matter?" you voiced out, interrupting both father and son's conversation.
Your father and Loki gave you a shocked look. Sure, you have spoke out of turn many times in front of Odin, but this was completely different as this was a more serious matter. Your father grabbed a hold of your shoulder as he whispered into your ear.
"Y/N, you know it's wrong to speak out of turn with the Allfather!" your father hissed. "Don't say anything to offend the Allfather or the prince."
"I have to say something!" you hissed back at your father. "I can assure you that what I'm going to say about this matter isn't going to be stupid."
"Commander Ingvar, allow her to speak," Odin firmly ordered.
You took a breath as your father hesitantly stepped away from you. You were dreading what was going to happen as soon as you spoke. "I'm willing to give up my oath as a warrior along with my position as bodyguard during the courting process with the prince. I only ask that I have my oath as a warrior returned to me once the prince and I are wedded."
Loki and your father turned their heads towards you, shock was written over both of their faces. Becoming a warrior wasn't an easy path, especially for a woman as it was often looked down upon, how could you possibly throw something you worked so hard for away?
"Y/N!" he hissed as quietly as possible. "What in the nine realms are you thinking?!"
"I don't have a choice..." you muttered as you looked down to the floor. "If you and I could even have a chance to go through courtship, then I have to give up my warriorhood. I have to give up my oath that I worked so hard for, it's the only way for us to have a chance."
Loki quietly sighed as he held your hand tighter before whispering back. "I don't want you to sacrifice something you worked so hard for. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to get your oath as a warrior back after we're married..."
Before Odin could protest at your request, Frigga placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. She then whispered something in his ear, every person that was present within the throne room were deadly silent. Cold sweat was running through yours and Loki's body as you two watched the Allmother continue whispering something to the Allfather.
After what felt like several moments of silence, the Allmother pulled herself away from the Allfather and the Allfather cleared his throat before he spoke.
"I'll approve my son and your daughter's courtship," Odin spoke up. "Y/N, do you genuinely swear to give up your oath as a warrior to be courted by my son?"
You let go of Loki's hand as you knelt down. "I swear, Allfather."
Then, Odin turned his attention to your father. "Commander Ingvar, your daughter is untouched?"
Ingvar nods before confidently stating: "Yes, I can assure you that not a single man has ever touched or put their hands on her."
Loki let out a breath he didn't realize that he was holding, he turned his head towards you and gave you a soft smile once you stood up from the floor. He engulfed his large hand with yours again, gently squeezing your hand as reassurance.
"Alright, now that almost everything is settled..." Odin continued. "Y/N, you are relieved of your duties as my son's bodyguard by tomorrow. You are to begin your royal lessons by tomorrow morning to prepare yourself for the Asgardian court in three months."
You nodded at the Allfather, he took your silent response as your answer to his orders.
"Loki, Y/N, both of you may be excused," the Allfather announced. "I would like to speak with Commander Ingvar privately."
You and Loki excused yourselves from the throne room, sauntering out to the balcony where you could view Asgard in all of its glory. The sun was close to setting at the horizon, the azure blue sky turning orange mixed with soft pinks and purples as it did so when the day was slowly coming to an end.
"My dove, I wish you didn't have to sacrifice your warriorhood just for me..." Loki huffed. "Now I can't have you by my side. I feel guilty that I couldn't even sacrifice anything for you..."
"If I didn't sacrifice my warriorhood, then the Allfather would've rejected our courtship," you replied, giving him a quivering smile. "I understand that it was something I've always worked for all my life. However, if it meant that I get to be with you, then I have no regrets, my love."
He could tell that sacrificing your oath hurt you terribly, despite the small efforts of you attempting to mask the pain you felt in front of him. It broke his heart that you had to be the one to sacrifice something that meant so much to you. Loki approached you, lifting your chin up to gently press a kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he gave you a soft, yet melancholy smile as he held your hands firmly.
"I swear to you that your sacrifice of your warriorhood will never be in vain, my little dove," Loki stated firmly as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. "As long as I am able to court you is all that matters now. I swear to you that I'll never forget what you had to sacrifice for me in order for me to court you. Once we are wedded, I'll fight until the end of the nine realms to get your oath of warriorhood returned to you."
With that, Loki comfortingly pressed his lips against your forehead as he engulfed you in his arms. A gentle kiss to assure you that your sacrifice of your oath was not in vain...
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mymreaderlibrary · 9 months
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Loki Laufeyson x mortal m!reader imagine
(They/Them is used for Loki)
Loki lays in bed with their human lover, y/n, who is fast asleep. The human rests his head against Loki’s chest as the god pets his hair. While twirling the strands around their fingers and silently admiring their lover, Loki is suddenly given pause. Some of y/n’s hair is beginning to turn grey.
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The Grinch
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Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader
Warnings: FILTHY Smut, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Oral Sex (Fem receiving) Possession, Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Angst (it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure), Fluff
Wordcount: 3,829
Summary: Loki Laufeyson is the Grinch of Asgard, and it seems only one thing will cure his lack of holiday spirit: You. 
A/N: Just a warning that I started this little write about 2 years ago, but got the inspiration to finish it, so here it is. If the writing is a tad inconsistent, I apologize. However, I think this time of year is perfect for this post! Also, I recognize that there are some plotholes, such as Asgard having cars and phones and all, but honestly I was getting a little lazy to try and fill them. Let's just say that the holidays are celebrated on Asgard because of Thor's rule. However, most of this is pure, complete smut.
Loki Laufeyson. Well known by your town to be one of the meanest, cruelest, and most terrifying beings. He was unusually cruel to humans, children, and he had an incredible disdain for the holidays. He had an extreme lack of holiday spirit, and everyone knew it. 
Your best friend, Y/F/N, came tumbling towards you, finished with her classes for the day. Sadly, you weren’t taking any of the same core classes, but you still maintained a sturdy friendship, and for that, you were grateful for. It was officially December 23rd, and you and Y/F/N had a tradition to go and look at all of the Christmas lights around the city. 
As you wandered around the city, wrapped in your jackets, you and Y/F/N noticed something. The lights in the city were no longer the bright, colorful ones, but replaced with dreary colors, like black and grey. And the next day, when you attempted another go around, the lights had completely disappeared. Why? You didn’t know.
“Y/N, I think we should try something new this year.” Y/F/N spoke, and you looked at her with a puzzled look. You weren’t exactly sure what else you could try in this town. It was small, but well suited for everyone living in it. Everyone knew everyone, the same stories carried on from generation to generation, but that’s how everyone liked it. They weren’t suited for big, bustling cities like Perero, or Largos. At least the ones that stayed.
Y/F/N blindfolded you, and you felt your mind trying to identify your location by the twists and turns she made with the car. But you still didn’t have a clue. When she pulled you out of the car, you felt a chill run up your spine. “Y/F/N?” But she was already in the car, driving further and further away. You took off your blindfold and cursed to yourself, stomping your foot dramatically. “Ugh!” She did this same thing on Halloween too, except it was much more fitting then. Now, with the higher altitude, you felt as though you might freeze to death. You went to grab your phone out of your jacket pocket, but soon realized that you had left it charging in Y/F/N’s car. You cursed to yourself oncemore, trying to think of ways out of this situation she had put you in.
After about 20 minutes of wandering, you came to the conclusion that she was not coming back, at least for a while. You decided to try and find a safe place to camp out, though you weren’t sure if that was possible. You quickly spotted an entrance into what seemed like a cave, and jumped at the opportunity. Entering the cave, you shook with fear, anticipation, and from the cold. Your face must’ve been red in the cheeks and on your nose, that’s how you were when you got cold.
Suddenly, a voice from the other end of the cave frightened you like no other. In a smooth, yet tough voice, a man spoke. “Don’t you know how to knock?! It’s rude to trespass on private property!” You shook with fright, hearing those words.
“I’m very sorry sir! My friend abandoned me up here and I’m very cold. I thought I could seek shelter inside. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it beforehand.” You spoke hesitantly, yet hoping that he could possibly take pity on your situation. He was closer now, you could tell. You smelt the slight, woodsy fragrance repelling itself off of him. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave.” You began to turn before you felt a cold hand grasp onto your wrist, harshly.
“No.” And before you knew it, you were pulled into the light of his home, seeing his face for the first time. His chiseled features outlined by the shadows from the candles on the walls. He was very handsome, you noted. But, as you looked closer, you realized something.
This man was none other than Loki Laufeyson. The man that destroyed Christmas every year, that dreaded the holidays, and that tried to make everyone’s life in this town a living hell. He stole Christmas lights, gifts, every holiday decoration you could think of. All of it, gone in an instant. No one ever knew why, or even had a clue. Even Thor Odinson, Loki’s step brother and the leader of Asgard, could never answer why. He, like the rest, didn’t know.
“I-“ you began, trying your best to back away from his presence and outside the cave. But that did not go along swiftly with Loki. He tightened his grip, and you quickly complied. You didn’t want to anger him any further, so you decided to just go along with what he said. Though it was hard to bare.
“Come with me, pet.” You followed Loki into a quaint, cozy bedroom with a king sized bed, and a fireplace in the corner, both lighting up the room and warming it all at once. You were extremely cold before, but the warmth helped.
“Now now, you can’t just come into my home without something to offer me, see?” He whispered, a smirk forming on his delicate lips. “What do you have for me, darling?”
“I- um” You stuttered, seeing a smirk appear upon his face.
“Nothing?” His eyes pierced, focusing in directly at you. You nodded your head in fear.
“I’m sorry.” You spoke, your stutter prevalent.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll find something.” He laid you down on his bed, covering you with a blanket he had in a dresser drawer on the other side of the room. “Sleep tight, darling.” He whispered as he tucked you in.
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Waking up, you cursed to yourself for a moment, before realizing the events the night before. You were in Loki Laufeyson’s residence, and you had to figure out something to ‘offer’ him.
Suddenly you realized you couldn’t move your arms, nor your legs, and you panicked. As much as you tried to escape, you knew it wouldn’t happen. Your binds seemed to tighten every time you tried. As you looked over, you noticed the black leather that surrounded your wrists and ankles. There were handcuffs restricting your movement.
You shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. What was this monster planning?
"Darling, you're okay." You turned and saw Loki, standing their intimidatingly. Though his words were sweet, his stature was not. He had a stoic expression on his face. "Don't cry." He spoke, as the tears in your eyes welled up even more, coming so close to spilling over onto your cheeks. "Please don't hurt me." You begged. "Oh darling, what I want to do to you is far from hurting you." He chuckled, then backtracked slightly. "Well, for the most part."
You'd be lying if you said that you didn't think that Loki Laufeyson was drop dead gorgeous. You knew that his brother, Thor, was the king of Asgard, but there was no denying that Loki was mysterious and oddly arousing. There was just something about him. Suddenly, you were imagining Loki shirtless, on top of you, thrusting into you.
"Darling?" You snapped out of your trance, your cheeks turning crimson as you looked at him. "Sorry." You spoke. "Listen, you're safe with me. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, love. However, the offer does stand. Seeing as you're the most gorgeous Asgardian woman I've seen in my time, and those thoughts that just played through your dirty mind, I think you'd like what I have in store for you." He winked playfully, a subtle smirk left on his face.
Fuck. He was so tempting.
"I'll undo your cuffs for now, doll. But you can let me know, okay?" What was this? In comparison to the man you met mere hours before, he was kind, almost softly dominant? Maybe his intimidation was just a mask, and Loki was really just a teddy bear on the inside.
The truth was, Loki hadn't met a kind stranger in a long while. Let alone someone so beautiful, innocent, and breathtaking. Not that the thoughts that you had of him were very innocent. There was just something about the aura you gave off that just screamed ruin me. Loki was very willing to fulfill that. Eager, even. Initially, he was annoyed at the presence of someone at his door. However, the more he was around you, the more his heart was warmed. Loki was unsure the last time he felt this way. With the death of his parents and his brother ruling the entirety of Asgard, he always felt ostracized. Since his invasion of Midgard in 2012, he would never be the good guy. Loki felt like he was born to be a villain.
"Wait-" you spoke suddenly, as he got to the first cuff. You contemplated for a moment, but then thought. What do you really have to lose? Loki Laufeyson was a beautiful man, and you really had nothing better to do for the time being. Given that your friend decided that it would be a wonderful idea to drop you off in the middle of nowhere to freeze in mid-December. The worst that he could do was kill you, and you figured that if that was your fate, Loki already would have made it so. "I want you." You stumbled out.
Loki put your ankle back in its place, then tutted as he walked his fingers along your shin. You shivered, but weren't able to move your body but a mere centimeter. "You do, darling?" Loki questioned, running his fingers up the inner portion of your shin, making his way up your leg. Soon, he had reached your inner thigh, and just with the mere touch of his fingers, you felt a puddle form between your legs. "I want you so bad" you moaned, and a smirk formed on Loki's face. "That is wonderful to hear, my love." Oh Gods, my. He said my love, and if at all possible, that made you even wetter than before.
You couldn't believe it. A God was about to take you, completely. Entirely. To be quite frank, you couldn't wait. Loki, however, wanted to take his time. Devour every last bit of you, slowly. He didn't want to miss a single bit of you.
It was at this moment you realized that your clothing was going to be shredded. There was no way to get anything off without A) removing the cuffs or B) ripping it off. You knew that in your current state, you had no patience to have multiple steps for your clothing removal. It needed to be RIPPED off. STAT.
Loki, sensing your anticipation, began to strip you of your clothes. First were your pants, which he tugged at before they ripped at the seams and came clean off of you. You had forgotten about your emerald lace underwear until now, which was a pleasant surprise for you. At least you were wearing something flattering, you thought.
"What a treat... you look like a goddess, darling." Loki spoke, and you stumbled out a "Thank you, L-Loki." "You're welcome, pet. You know, I think I might have to keep these for myself" he spoke, running his fingers along them. He brought his mouth close to your heat, and you felt yourself tense up. "Shhhh, relax my love." He spoke, and you felt your body fall limp slightly. His lips met the strap on the side of your leg, nipping at it with his teeth before he finally grasped it and pulled it. With that, your panties snapped off, and they hung delicately from Loki's mouth. He took them, folding them and shoving them into his pocket.
"Oh darling, you are a treat." You blushed as he stared at your dripping heat. "Dripping for me, and I've hardly even touched you. Do I even need to touch you, my love?" He questioned you. "Please, Loki, please touch me." You begged. "As you wish, doll." He buried his face into your folds, his tongue violating your clit almost immediately. "Fuck FUCK- Gods- Loki-" you squirmed, but he reached over to hold your hips down with his hands. His tongue spiraled delicately around your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. You could barely have a single thought with how much pleasure Loki was putting you through.
You felt the warm pressure building in your stomach, and you knew what was coming next. Loki however, wanted your climax to be on his cock. Your first, at least. He lifted his face from your heat, and you groaned, the lack of stimulation almost painful. In contrast to how much pleasure you had felt, this almost felt - wrong. Like you and Loki were made to touch and pleasure one another. To - dare you say it - love one another? No, no Y/N you thought to yourself. It's far to soon for that.
Loki placed himself on his knees in between your legs, preparing you and himself for what was about to happen. He knew that he wanted to take in every bit of you as he thrusted in and out of you, so his next order of business would be to remove your shirt and bra. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, he spread his hands outward, ripping your shirt down the middle. He went for your bra next, using the same method to get it off of you. Your boobs gave a jiggle as the bra came off of them, and he eyed them, taking them in completely. He licked his lips, and you got eager thinking about what would be coming next. Hopefully you, you thought.
Loki brought his hands to your tits, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, to which you moaned in delight. You nipples were always a sensitive spot for you, and a sure-fire way to get you turned on even more than before. If that was even possible. Loki stepped back for a moment, and you both felt the unfortunate, cold feeling of decreased touch. Not for long, Loki thought, immediately discarding his clothing on the floor. His large member stood high, indicating that he had been erect for quite some time. His leather pants did little to hide that fact. "Oh, my sweet dove. You look so ready for me."
"I am ready" you nodded eagerly, and Loki chuckled at your state. Your arms and legs splayed outwards, your body completely exposed, your heat wet for him. All for him, you thought. You didn't remember the last time that a man made you feel this way. However, Loki wasn't necessarily a man - he was a God. And it definitely showed.
Loki rubbed his tip against your wet folds, gaining some lubrication. "Tell me if you want me to stop, angel." You nodded in understanding, and Loki began pressing the head of his cock into you. You moaned, and he stopped for a moment. "Gods, you're so big. Fuck." After a few moments had passed and you adjusted to his size, you nodded, indicating him to continue.
He pressed onwards, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to him. "You're mine, darling. All mine." He told you as he inserted his entire length inside of you. "Say it." He demanded. Feeling the entirety of him, you couldn't deny his statement. "I'm yours, Loki" you agreed. You couldn't wait for him to make his mark on you.
Loki began to thrust, ever so slightly at first, penetrating you, filling you more than any man ever had previously. His tip pressed against your cervix, his shaft rubbing elegantly against your g-spot. And his fingers, oh Gods his fingers - they were circling your clit, flicking it this way and that. "Mmmmm" you moaned for him, feeling a similar warmth in your stomach as you did previously. It kept building, especially with the way his fingers played with your clit.
He began thrusting faster, mumbling something about "how tight" you were. To tease - as much as you could in this state - you pulsed your canal, pulling him inwards and tighter than before. "Oh, you little-" Loki spoke, offput by your sudden movements. He thrusted even faster now, disabling you from making any more motions that you did previously. With his right hand still continuously stimulating your clit, he brought his left hand up to play with your nipple. "Lokkiiii" you moaned as this swift movement brought you much closer to climax.
"Are you close, my dear?" You nodded, unable to get any more words out. "Me too" he groaned. You felt his dick throb inside of you, and you knew Loki was about to cum. With one last circle of your clit and roll of your nipple in his fingers, you were brought to the edge. Loki's thrusting slowed as he pumped his semen inside of you. You shook with pleasure, your canal pulsating as you climaxed.
Loki began working on the cuffs, removing them first from your ankles, then your wrists. Redness surrounded them, but it wasn't anything a little rest couldn't fix. Loki brought his mouth to the sites, kissing each one.
"That was amazing, dove. You were amazing. Such a good girl for me." You shivered at those words, they likely could have been enough to make you cum yet again. You were able to move now, and decided to try and make your way off of the bed. As your feet hit the ground, however, the rest of your body tried to tumble. Luckily, Loki was observant next to you, and saved your from your fall. "Careful, love."
"T-thank you." You stuttered, looking up into his big ocean eyes. Loki leaned down to kiss you, still holding your body steady. One hand on your lower back, the other on your butt. He released the kiss for a moment, ready to give you an offer.
"Now, my darling, though I love to see my cum dripping onto your thigh, would you like to take a bath to clean up?" You nodded hesitantly, and Loki helped guide you to his bathroom, where he started the bathtub and placed some rose petals inside.
"After you, milady." He spoke, and you climbed into the tub. It was cozy, your whole body was surrounded my warmth. Loki climbed in behind you, and you sat yourself onto his lap. His member pressed into your back, but it wasn't nearly as erect as it had been. Not for long, at least. You and Loki sat in the tub for a few minutes before his need to make you cum returned. Sneakily, he brought his right hand around to your nether regions once again, immediately finding your clit. His other hand worked hard on squeezing your left breast, and as you were about to turn to dispute, Loki's lips were on yours, silencing you. You were completely at his mercy.
After a moment, Loki's lips let yours go, so that he could speak. "How many orgasms do you want tonight, my love?" At this you nearly choked, barely being able to respond. You shrugged, but Loki had an idea. "How about until the only thing you can think of is me, and the only word that flows from that pretty mouth of yours is my name."
You shuttered in response, but Loki knew it was what you wanted, too. He continued his assault on your clit and breast, tongue intertwined with yours. You lifted your legs to lay on either side of the bathtub, giving him a bit more room to work with. Soon, you felt that same feeling fill up your stomach, preparing you to climax. You began to moan uncontrollably, and Loki knew you were close. "Lokiii" you groaned out, your clit still slightly sensitive from earlier. You were, once again, on the edge.
Your calves and feet began to tense and you began to shake from the pleasure that overcame your body once again. "Fuck, Lokiiiii" you whimpered, the circulating of your clit was becoming too much. You were going to cum again. You became undone in Loki's arms, and he gave you several moments to regain consciousness. Not that you weren't conscious, but what you were experiencing was not of this universe. That you were certain of.
"Did that feel good, dove?" You nodded, still trying to respond despite your loss of sensation from every sense except touch. You were hyperaware of all the pleasureful sensations that overcame you, to the point where your sight, hearing, smell and taste all faded slightly.
After you and Loki both cleaned up in the tub, he started the drain. The petals slowly floated to the bottom, some suds still remaining. Never had someone prioritized your pleasure so much. And Gods, it was amazing. Had you died? Were you dreaming?
"I can assure you are not dreaming, my love. However, it seems you are still thinking of other things besides myself..." Loki brought his hand to the small of your back and began to bend you over. His cock hardened to it's entirety once more, and he forced you to watch in the mirror as he took you for a second time. He had leaned you over the counter so you had a detailed view of how precisely he pounded into you. You tried not to look at yourself, but Loki pulled your hair so that you were forced to watch the gratified faces you made with each and every stroke.
Not only did Loki make you cum again in this instance, he made you cum about 5 other times that night. You were his, and he, yours. For once, you were glad that Y/F/N abandoned you in an odd part of Asgard. In fact, you wouldn't have had it any other way.
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That year, Loki felt a reason to be in the holiday spirit. Though he had initially planned, like every year, to diminish Asgard of its holiday decorations, it took a mere snap of his fingers to bring color back to the city. And so he did, you immediately jumping into his arms as you watched the city be refilled with vibrancy. "Hey Loki" you whispered, and he turned towards you. "Yes, my love?" A curious expression played on his face, waiting for you to answer.
"Can we do something fun?" Loki grabbed your hand, squeezing it slightly. "Like what, Y/N?"
"I want to get hot chocolate and roam downtown and look at all of the holiday lights." You told him. "Well, if my darling insists..." He smiled, holding you close, watching as your cheeks and nose turned pink with the nippy weather.
You and Loki wandered downtown Asgard, as promised. Hot cocoa in one hand, fingers intertwined on the other. Many Asgardians recognized Loki and smiled at the two of you, knowing that his cold heart had been warmed by you.
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sinsandguilt · 1 year
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Stain Me (Loki x Female Reader Drabble)
Just a quick drabble inspired by the song Holy Water by Zippermouth. This is only my second time ever posting any writing on Tumblr so sorry if it’s kind of bad or rubbish 😅
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Loki looked up at the woman hovering above him, her fingertips caressing and tracing every line, ever scar, every shadow of muscular definition on his bare torso. She inspected his form like he was a priceless art piece, with her gaze so fond and warm he thought he could burn up in her eyes. He felt so overwhelmed with emotion, to be doted upon and admired so earnestly, that he would surely be punished for it. It had to be some kind of sin, for someone as marred and dirty as him, to have won the affections of one so pure.
“Don’t…” he uttered softly, his hands trembling almost imperceptibly as he reached for his lover’s wrists, halting her movements.
Her eyes snapped to his, filled with confusion and concern. Concern. Concern for one so unredeemable as him. It was too much to bear.
“What?” she questioned. The fear that she had overstepped some sort of boundary shone plain as day on her features. “Loki, what’s wrong?”
He let out a shaking breath, tense shoulders shuddering as he exhaled. “You don’t want this,” he told her. “You do not want me.”
She cocked her head innocently, signalling she did not understand. The God could read her like a book, and he could virtually see the thoughts that would be whirring through her mind at that moment. Have I not shown you otherwise? Is this not enough? How can I love you more? How can I prove my love to you? Silly girl, if only she knew of the wretched acts he had wrought in his time, the pain and suffering he had caused, she would see the error in choosing him to love.
Of course, Loki knew she was aware of his past transgressions. There were few who had not heard tale of his evil deeds. But surely she did not truly comprehend the magnitude of his blackened past. For if she did, there was no way she would have given her heart to him as she had chosen.
“My dear heart,” he continued, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on the inner side of her wrists, “I am not a creature you wish to align yourself with. I am…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am damaged, corrupted. You, who are nothing but kind and good, should not dirty yourself with the likes of me. If you are the holiest, most crystal clear of waters, then I am not but a murky, muddy pool, stained with the blood of my sins. You should not-” his words were silenced as she placed her lips upon his in a kiss that was hard and urgent, one which she did not pull away from for several seconds.
When she finally released his lips, her eyes were dark, swirling with something Loki could not quite place. For the first time, she was unreadable. “Do not preach to me of what I should or should not do, O God of Mischief,” she told him firmly, her voice deep and sultry with a passion the God had never before seen. She placed her hands upon his face, delicate fingertips caressing his sharp cheekbones. “I have chosen with which waters I wish to bathe. I would rather drown within your pool than dare to swim in any other.”
He took pause to gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, even the smallest of embers that would suggest she was not strong in her conviction. He found none.
“You may never be clean again,” he warned her in a husky timbre.
She merely smiled, her lips ghosting over his as she uttered two words. “Stain me.”
Loki was stunned into silence, his lover taking the moment to kiss him again with heated fervency, a kiss that led into a long night of irrepressible need and unbridled passion.
Perhaps if he were destined to burn within her love, then she was destined to drown in his.
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donaweasley · 6 months
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The Tesseract
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader
Plot:
This takes place during Thanos’s attack on the Statesman. Loki, after making sure that as many Asgardians as possible, have been sent off in the pods, walks out of his cabin to go and face the Titan’s wrath.
Warnings: Angst.
Read time:~2 mins
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She caught him just as he was about to walk out of the exit.
“Give me the Tesseract!” (Y/N) blocked Loki’s path.
The said cube was nowhere in sight but (Y/N) knew that he had it. It was not in the vault right before Asgard had exploded; so, the only possible explanation would be if Loki took it. And he would, certainly, given that he was still enthralled by the power the cube possessed.
Although Loki was taken aback by the sudden intrusion, he was quick to regain his composure. And to use his usual method of defence: donning a cold and hostile demeanour.
“Never!” He spat at her. He knew that it would be futile to even try to lie to her. No one knew him better than her.
(Y/N) took two careful steps towards him. If he was being cold, he definitely had something up his sleeve.
“It is not your burden to bear.” She extended a hand towards him, “Give it to me. I shall flee with it. Send me to some distant realm with your magic. Thanos will never notice that an insignificant Asgardian is missing! I shall keep it safe. Then when all of this is over, come and get me.”
“I know you will keep it safe.”
The sudden softness in the eyes and the words of the god took her by surprise.
“But,” Loki continued, “if you have this in your possession, Thanos will come after you. He will not stop until he hunts you down to the farthest corner of the universe! I cannot let that happen, no! Not to you!”
His confession swept the floor beneath her feet away. Was it pity that was swelling in the trickster’s eyes? For the woman who had loved him unconditionally all these years receiving nothing in return?
It must be that, she thought.
“But…”
Her words were left unspoken as Loki went on pouring his thoughts out before her.
“I had thought that I would keep it away from Thanos,” his distant eyes swam in the horrid memories of the past. “That I would save Asgard, the Nine Realms from him. If he gets his filthy hands on the Tesseract… (Y/N), he cannot find this! He plans to erase half the Universe… I am a sorcerer, a god! I can protect this better. So,” and just like that, he slipped into his aggressive armour once again, “let it remain with me.”
But (Y/N) was not convinced. She could not let him fight this alone. “If he gets you,” her voice wavered, “he will kill you.”
“He will not,” Loki assured her. “I shall be safe.”
“No, Loki-”
“Goodbye, (Y/N).”
“What??”
She instantly recognised the mild glow that had started forming around the god. It could mean only one thing.
“Go with the others,” he instructed her. “When this is over, our people shall need you.”
“Loki, do not leave. Please!”
“I love you, (Y/N).”
The walls of the ship seemed to be swaying around her. This could not be true, could it? Loki loved her?
“I have always loved you… I always shall.”
“Loki, stop!”
But it was too late. The god had left. And if (Y/N) knew him correctly, she would probably never see him again.
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Taglist:
@huntress-artemis @evelyn-kingsley @dryyoursaltyoceantears@modestlyabsurd
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sarahrogersevans · 7 months
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A fluff request where Loki teaches his daughter magic while his beloved wife, reader is watching them
Don’t Be Afraid of Who You Are- Loki Laufeyson xreader fan fic request
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Summary: Loki teaches his daughter how to use magic and his wife Y/N watches them
Warnings: angst, fluff, gentle and soft Loki, mentions of self doubt just a smidge, daughter being afraid of her powers, fluff comfort
Y/N’s POV
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Loki asked to teach our daughter Freya how to use her magic and I’m really nervous about her learning magic but I know she’s been wanting to learn. Loki took us to a good spot where Freya could practice with him and I loved how Loki showed her some magic and Freya copied what he did and they both looked a lot alike.
Freya came over to me showing me what she could do and she looked very excited, “mommy! Mommy watch!” She said to me with a smile and I nodded and said “I’m watching darling! Show me what you learned.” She waved her hands and turned a field of grass into flowers and made a small river and I looked at her so proudly. Loki picked up Freya and twirled her around happily and said “oh Freya my precious girl I am so very proud of you.” He kissed her cheek and brought her over by me and said “Y/N our daughter is capable of so much I can’t believe it.” Freya looked at her hands and suddenly seemed afraid and hugged me and said “momma..” I took her in my arms and stroked her hair gently to comfort Freya and said “Freya sweetie it’s ok your magic is nothing to be afraid of baby, Loki come here Freya is scared.”
Loki’s POV
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I rushed over to Freya and Y/N when I heard Y/N say that Freya was scared. “Freya darling what’s wrong my dear?” I was really worried for her that I overwhelmed her or something or that I taught her too early. Freya hugged me and said “daddy.. am I a monster?..” my heart broke when I saw that Freya had tears in her eyes and I shook my head and gently wiped away her tears and said “oh my daughter not at all, the powers you have are very special and you are our daughter and you are far from a monster, you are a very gifted beautiful girl who has possessed wonderful gifts and I promise I will help you use them safely and correctly don’t worry my darling your mother and I will always be by your side and if you don’t wanna learn to use your powers that is more than ok.”
Y/N smiled at me and she hugged Freya and said “your father is right my darling if you want to stop that is alright you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to ok? We love you Freya and we will protect you.” I kissed Y/N’s forehead and he said “Y/N I love you and Freya so much being a dad has changed me in so many ways.” Freya hugged us and said “thank you mommy and daddy, can I learn a bit more?” I smiled and said “of course Freya, I’d be happy to teach you if you are ready.”
Y/N watched Freya and I as we did magic and I could tell she loved that Freya was getting more comfortable with her powers slowly and and I felt so happy that we were able to have a family together. Y/N came over to join us and and we spent the whole day together as a family practicing our magic and I felt so proud of our little Freya embracing who she is. I took her hands in mine and said “darling remember one thing for me alright?” She nodded and said “what is it daddy?” I smiled and said “never be afraid of who you are my dear you are very special and always will be and we love you.” Freya hugged me and said “I love you and mommy too.”
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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years
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I have a fluffy idea for you, my friend!
How about one where Loki comes back from a mission and is so exhausted that he just collapses in bed beside his beloved YN and she just holds him close, playing with his hair and keeping him company as he naps or drifts between awake and asleep?
Extra points for Loki randomly talking and not remembering the conversation later 😂😂🥰
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Even Gods Dream
“Thor..oaf..can’t eat that... wax you fool.” You stifled a giggle as Loki stirred beside you, still fast asleep between snatches of dreams that fluttered between his lips. He had been asleep for sixteen hours now, completely exhausted by a mission that had drained him entirely. You didn’t think it was possible for him to look paler than he usually did, but yesterday it had been so. You had worked quietly in the living area of your rooms for most of the day, checking in on him every so often to make sure he had everything he needed should he wake. A glass of water, two pain pills and a selection of his current books lay on the side-table, ready for him.
You weren’t used to having him so close all the time, usually intimate days together were spent in his apartment. It was nice, but you missed him in all his sassy glory. But right now, sleep was more important than witty sarcasm and endless kisses. He needed to regain his strength.
Once your work was done, you padded to the bed where he lay as rain thrashed against the window outside. The peaceful allure of his body close to yours was too much to resist, even if you couldn’t wake him. You turned the page of your book, gaze flickering to the side as something caught your attention. His eyelids were fluttering, his lips quivering shakily as his fingers flexed with unfulfilled enchantments. You frowned. This wasn’t a dream about the time Thor ate a wax mango, this was a nightmare of a different kind.
The book on your lap was set down to the floor as you scooted between the sheets to lie on your hip, placing your hand underneath your head level with his. Dark tendrils of hair fell across his eyes as he lay on his side, his taunt body juddering every few seconds, making his stomach muscles clench. A low whimper escaped him, a frown ghosting across his forehead. Your free hand reached over his shoulder, gently pressing his face to your chest as your chin rested atop his head lightly. His body melted into you, the relief of contact in his sleeping state soothing as you hummed reassurances. “Everything’s fine.” you murmured gently, trailing your fingertips across the smooth nakedness of his back, “Everything is well.” “No way back” he muttered through broken breaths, the context lost in his state. “to leave, no”. You squeezed your eyes shut, holding him tighter as he flexed beneath you against some unseen torment. You wished you could take this burden from him. Steve had told you very little of the mission before Loki left, and now you knew why. “Shhhh, you’re safe. You’re safe now.” you cooed, softly, seconds passing in silence as you pondered your next words. Words you had never said out loud. “Do you know, Loki Laufeyson...how much I love you?” you felt his staggered breaths even out beneath your lowered voice, his subconscious mind quieting under your adoring words. “I love you more than I thought I deserved to love” you pondered, the whispering stream of consciousness barely forming on your lips. “I didn’t think I was capable, really...it turns out I just needed someone worth loving...even if he is a pain in the ass sometimes.” you smiled secretly into his hair, inhaling him; enjoying that he was blissfully unaware of your quietly clandestine confessions.
You stroked his curls once, brushing a long strand from his forehead as you leant back down to your pillow letting him fall gently beside you, guided by your palm.
“I love you more than the entire world. More than any one person on this planet, and more than all of them combined. But don’t tell anyone. They may start asking questions.” you murmured against him. “I’m going to tell everyone.” he mumbled. Your eyes widened in alarm; your breathing frozen. You didn’t want him to find out like this, in his vulnerable state. What were you thinking? Your belly fizzed with nerves, you felt sick. He’d been quiet too long...he didn’t feel the same. You saw his lip twitch, his eyelids still closed tight. “..you love pretty midguard, yes Thor...knew it..stupid oaf.” he finished, his words slurred. You breathed a desperate sigh of relief, followed by a twang of unexpected disappointment. Loki slept on. You leant forward to kiss his cool forehead, lingering there a moment longer than you meant to. The scent of him filling your nostrils with perfect clarity. He would sleep. And when he woke, you would tell him that he was safe. Always safe. And you would tell him that you loved him. Of both those things you were sure.
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mochie85 · 2 years
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One-Shots Masterlist
A Series of One-shots and Drabbles.
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The Shifter - Chp 10 (Final)
Summary: You unintentionally shift/dream walk in your sleep. You finally realize that your time with Loki is not a dream....will you decide to stay with him?
Warnings: Mention of SA, Smut 18+ only. Oral sex (f receiving), P&V.
Words: ~4,500
Previous chapters on my masterlist here.
The final chapter!! This was such a wild ride, and hope you all loved it <3 Your savior will be ending tomorrow!!!
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“What do you mean, ‘you remember everything?’ Loki’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still holding you firmly in his arms.
            Happy tears were now brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill over and confess the unbridled joy overwhelming your heart. But it was Loki. Your Loki. That thought made the first tear fall and your prince was quick to wipe it away.
            “Shhh, shhh, you’re safe now,” He cooed, clearly thinking you were talking about Stephen’s assault.
            You shook your head, “No, I remember you.” Letting out a shuddered breath, you continued, “I remember us.”
            The shocked expression on Loki’s face was enough to twist your lips into a goofy, love drunk smile. You watched as his eyes darted all over your face, looking for a lie. When he did not find one, the smile that split his face took your breath away. Loki cupped your face with his hands, his thumbs gently stroking the happy tears that continued to fall wordlessly down your cheek.
            “Truly? You remember…everything?” His eyes searched yours, uncertainty swirling in his crystal blue irises that asked the question: Do you remember choosing me?
            You lifted your hands up and placed them on top of his that still rested on your wet cheeks, “I remember it all. Me coming here. Me forgetting you. Even throwing the drinking glass at you,” You both laughed at that, the memory of that traumatic day coming to the forefront of your mind.
            “I remember deciding to stay…with you.” You heard Loki let out a sigh of relief and you didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down to your lips. It was all the invitation you needed before you surged forward and crashed your lips to his. The surprised squeak that bubbled up from him, made you smile against the kiss. It took no time at all for Loki’s initial shock to wear off, now taking control as the kiss became more heated and passionate. His strong arms pulled you impossibly closer, scooping you into his lap as his tongue swept against yours.
            The heat, the longing, the joy of finally having him after everything drove your body to act on its own accord. Your hips ground against his and the sinful moan that erupted from your throat seemed to shake Loki out of the moment. He pulled away from you, making you whine.
            “We shouldn’t,” He breathlessly said, lips swollen from your kisses, “I can’t…with what just happened…it wouldn’t be…” He stammered, struggling to find the words, but his eyeline went straight to the dumpster. The dumpster that held Stephen’s lifeless body. The thought that he cared about the fragile state of your heart, how your trauma may be affecting your mind. The lingering touches of your ex’s hands felt like ghosts on your skin; buzzing and unwanted. You just wanted it to go away. To forget.
            “As sweet as it is that you care about what just happened, I just want to move on from the past. Those first two weeks were a whirlwind, a dream I clearly never wanted to wake from,” You chuckled a bit, remembering how you thought he was a dream for the longest time, “And I am sorry that you had to endure these last few months on your own, but you are my soulmate. I am yours, and you are mine, and I don’t want to waste another second of my life now that you are a part of it. I…I just want you, Loki.”
            Without another word, Loki stood up, pulling you up with him. In a flash, he was out of his Asgardian leathers and back in civilian clothes; a sight that always went straight to your core. He took your hand in his and led you back to the Tower. Past the dumpster, through the Tower doors, and up to the elevator to the floor where his apartment was. The quiet was not uncomfortable and unwelcomed. Instead, a new tension lingered there. Shy glances, bitten lips, and the occasional quiet giggle. It made your heart swell with hope and relief for a better future. A future that felt so secure, so safe, with endless possibilities. As long as Loki was holding your hand, anything was possible.
            Before you knew it, you were inside his little apartment within the Tower; a far cry from the palace he once lived in. You had been here several times before as his friend without memory of your romantic relationship, what your relationship truly was: a soulmate bond. Everything was the same; the dark green paint, the rows and rows of old books, and the hallway that led down to his bedroom. His hand lightly squeezed yours, pulling your attention from the hallway. He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it with a small smile.  You smiled softly back at him, and he led you down the hallway.
            You had never seen his bedroom before, but it was just as much him as was the rest of the apartment. A large bed, fit for a king, that was covered in soft, silky emerald sheets loomed in front of you. A bed that held a lot of meaning, of promises, but still the fear that what you had, what you just recently found again was going to slip through your fingers again like grains of sand.
            The soft click of the bedroom door broke you from your thoughts and you turned to face the man, the God, that you loved. Love? Was that what this was? The soulmate bond came so easy to you, so easy to accept, but the idea that you loved Loki shook you to your core. The terrified look that was now plastered on your face brought him quickly to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, grounding you.
            “Dove, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We have each other now and the rest of your lives ahead of us. There is no rush.” He stroked your shoulders and you sighed.
            “Some lives are longer than others,” You said sadly, and the acknowledgement of your mortality brought his hands to a dead stop, “Our connection, our bond is so incredible, Loki, but I am still an average mortal girl. You are a God, and Avenger….Loki, I love you with all that I have, but I don’t deserve you.”
            Loki’s face became stern, his voice low and deep, “Don’t you ever say anything like that again.” He stared into your eyes, a burning intensity that left no room for argument, but still you shied away and turned from him. With the gentle hook of his finger of his chin, he turned you back to him. His eyes were softer now, but still conveyed the seriousness of his words.
“Dove, it is I that does not deserve you. You helped me see myself as more than a monster, more than a stolen relic that was destined to be tossed away.” He let out a shuttered breath, “Destined to die.”
He now held your head between both of his hands, as he left lingering kisses across your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.
“I love you, Dove, more than words can ever say. Every moment with you is one that I cherish with my whole heart. So, you see,” He murmured against your lips, “You are far from average. You are a Goddess worth kneeling for.”
And with that, Loki sunk to his knees in front of you. He grasped both your hands in his, tenderly kissing your knuckles as he gazed back up at you with glassy eyes. Immediately, you slung your arms around him, joining him on the floor and kissing him with all the pent of love, and passion that had built up over the past few months. He held you tightly against him, like you would vanish if he let you go. You moved on from his lips to latch yours on the soft skin of his neck, making him groan. The sound went straight to your core, and your hands became tangled in his long, inky locks.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” You whispered against the flesh of his neck like a prayer. The combination of your words and his skin tasted sweet in your mouth. You were hopelessly addicted to Loki, and you needed more. Pulling away, your eyes took him in. His normally pale skin was flushed. His lips were plump, and swollen from your onslaught; parted from soft, breathless pants. His was hair messy and still tangled around your fingers. But his eyes remained locked on you, filled with adoration and love. He was just as addicted as you.
He was beautiful.
“Make love to me, Loki.” You said breathlessly.
His eyes went wide, and it made a small giggle bubble up from your chest. The shock was cute, endearing even, because it was obvious that was the intent as soon as you walked back to the Tower.
“Are you sure? We can…,” He swallowed thickly, as if to swallow his growing desire for you, “We can wait.”
You ground your hips against his from your position on his lap, making him groan again. The sound was so sweet in your ears, you continued to grind against his already hard length; the delicious friction against your clit already building the pleasure within you.
“I am sure, Loki.” You leaned forward, placing a long, wet kiss against his cheek, “My prince,” before moving on to bit at the sensitive skin under his ear, “My King.”
It was all the convincing Loki needed, before he scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You couldn’t help but giggle, and Loki grinned at you, proud to have you in his arms.
“As my Queen wishes,” He carried you to the bed before gently placing you on the soft fabric of the sheets. He crawled on the bed after you, hovering over you as his eyes greedily took in your body now on his bed.
“I have dreamed of this for months. Norns, I love you so much.” He confessed, before capturing you in another heated kiss, pouring out all his passion and longing for you with each movement of his lips. He pulled away to look back at you again and you felt your skin flush from both your arousal and his scrutinizing gaze. You imagined you looked as fucked out as him.
“So, beautiful.” He crawled down your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head exposing your bra. His large hands wandered over the lace of the cups, making your back arch into his touch. The God of Mischief grinned at your eagerness, before helping you out of your bra as well. As soon as your skin was exposed, he was upon you – licking, biting, and sucking at the sensitive skin of your breasts.
Your hands flew to his hair again, as his tongue swirled around one of your nipples while his fingers tweaked and teased the other. Gasps and moans were erupting from your body like a symphony and Loki knew how to play you perfectly until you were a writhing mess underneath him.
His mouth switch sides, giving your other nipple just as much attention with his tongue as his hand started its descent down your belly, towards the hem of your pants. Your hips involuntary bucked towards his hand and he rewarded you with sharp, yet teasing bite against the side of your breast.
“Patience, Dove. I want to savor this.” Despite his words, he made quick work of ridding you of your pants, leaving you in just your panties. The sight of the damp spot on your panties, the evidence of the arousal caused by him, making him feral.  Loki felt you tap his shoulders and his eyes snapped up to yours, concern apparent.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
You smiled, reassuring him, “I think things are a bit uneven here, My King.” You motioned to the fact that Loki was still fully clothed while you were just left in your soaked panties. He huffed out a breathless laugh.
“Oh. Right.” Loki went to unbutton his shirt, but you were quick to stop him. You sat up, catching Loki’s lingering gaze on your naked chest. Grinning, you started to slowly unbutton his shirt.
“I want to savor this,” You said, echoing his words back to him. He gave you a pointed look that you knew held no bite and allowed you to undress him. As you unbuttoned his shirt, you placed kisses down the center of his chest, before caressing the hard muscles of his pectorals and sliding the fabric off his shoulders to fall against the bed.
Now, it was your turn to stare as you took him in. Your fingertips lightly trailed against the skin of his collar bones, his biceps, and down his stomach – making him shiver and twitch. Your exploration took your further, now unbuttoning his dress slacks and pushing them back his hips to expose the soft fabric of his boxers and his straining, hard cock that waited for you underneath.
“Like what you see- hrmph.” His cheeky comment died on his lips as you gripped his length over the fabric, making him hiss and moan with each stroke. His head fell on your shoulder, biting the flesh there as you slipped your hand past the waistband and finally taking ahold of him properly. Your eyes went wide as you felt him fully against the palm of your hand. You had expected him to be big; he is a God after all, but it momentarily made you worry how this was going to work. But his sweet moans of pleasure tickling your ears spurred you on.
You continued to stroke him, your thumb swirling around the head of his leaking cock until he was thrusting into your palm, chasing his pleasure. The sight had your pussy clenching, desperate for him, but watching him shamelessly fuck your hand like some wanton whore made the wait worth it. Until he suddenly stopped.
Loki gripped your wrist, pulling you away from him and hissing at his own denial, “Norns, are you a Goddess or a witch? If we continue like this, I am afraid our night will be over too soon and as I said…I intend to savor every moment.”
He pushed you down back against the plush mattress, before making quick work of removing the rest of his pants and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight of his now freed cock bouncing against his hard stomach. The God flashed you a toothy grin at your oogling, winking at you before starting his onslaught of licks and teasing bites against your inner thighs. He settled in on the bed, pulling down the sides of your panties and down your legs, exposing your wet and waiting core to him.
He licked his lips, shamelessly staring at your hot pussy like it was his favorite meal, “Is all this for me?” You went to answer him, hopefully with a witty quip of your own, but any chance of that ended when his mouth consumed you like a man starved. With each expert lick and suck, you knew how he truly earned the title ‘silvertongue’. Each gasp and moan spurred him on more, throwing out his promise of ‘savoring the moment’ and instead quickly building you up to orgasm. Teasing licks of the tip of his tongue against your clit had you arching your back off the mattress, begging for more.
His lips latched onto your clit, gingerly sucking as his fingers circled your entrance. First he entered you with one finger, making you squirm, before quickly adding another and stretching your walls against his long digits. His fingers curled against that special spot, making your eyes roll back as you felt your orgasm on the precipice, ready to overwhelm you with tingly pleasure.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum, Loki.” You gasped, your hands scrambling for purchase in his hair. Loki moaned against your clit after a harsh tug against his scalp, sending vibrations up your center that almost sent you over the edge.
“Cum for me, Dove. Cum on my face and let me taste you,” The combination of his sinful words, his deep voice, and swipe of his tongue against your clit made the tension snap within you, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Your toes curled against the muscles of his back as he held you in place, helping you ride out your high with gentle licks.
You were still seeing stars when you saw Loki’s smiling face above you, his mouth still glistening with your juices. His gaze caught yours and his stuck out his tongue, swiping it against his lips to drink in the remnants of your sweet nectar. Immediately, you reached out for him and dragged him down to you, capturing him in a kiss. You tasted yourself on him as your tongues dueled for dominance and it brought a fresh wave of wetness to your core.
“I want you, Loki. Please.” You begged, pushing your hips against his weeping cock that laid proudly against your supple thighs.
“I love hearing you beg, Dove.” He growled, “And I am going to love hearing you scream my name even more when you cum around my cock.”
Loki gripped his length, guiding it to your entrance before slowly pushing in and swallowing your moans with another heated kiss. The stretch from his cock was delicious, but the sting still made you hiss in both pleasure and pain, making Loki pause.
“Are you okay?” He asked, tenderly stroking your face with his thumb. You loved that despite Loki’s feral promise to make you scream his name, his sweet nature always made sure you and your comfort was always his priority. It warmed your heart, and you placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, making him smile.
“I just needed a minute.” You swiveled your hips, making you both groan, “You can keep going.” He pushed in further, finally bottoming out. You were panting underneath him, the feeling of fullness, of his every ridge rubbing against your walls already threatening to overwhelm you.
“Please, Loki,” You breathed out, “I need you to move.”
He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead before pulling his hips back to withdraw his cock almost completely from you to only push it back in. Each movement was slow, gentle, yet calculated as he hit your g-spot, again and again, making you quiver beneath him. His arms enveloped you, holding you close. Your legs wrapped around him, your ankles settling above the curve of his ass and your arms held onto his back. The scrape of your nails against his skin made him groan as he slowly fucked you into the mattress. As he made love to you.
“I love you so much,” He moaned into your ear, placing kisses against your neck. You were completely lost to him, now meeting each of his thrusts with one of your own until your hips were crashing against each other, drunk on the pleasure the other was providing. Tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes as you remembered the long path that brought you here, to finally being together with Loki.
“The light of my life. My purpose. My Goddess.” Loki panted, picking up his pace and you felt that familiar coil begin to tighten.
“Ohh, Loki, you feel so good.” Your hands moved from his back and into his hair, pulling his face to yours, “Kiss me.” His lips latched onto yours as soon as the command left your mouth. Swallowing all your moans, he snaked his hand between your bodies and began to rub your clit.
You cried out into his mouth, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching with each expert caress of his fingers against your clit.
“Loki…” You whined, lost in the sensation of the God that loved you.
“Yes, Dove, say my name.” He growled through gritted teeth. His movements becoming sloppy as he neared his own release.
“Loki!” You cried out as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, drenching his cock and clenching around him. Your face twisted up in pleasure and Loki reveled in the sight of you coming undone beneath him, sending him into his own climax. Loki bit onto your shoulder as he spilled inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.
Loki’s hot breath fanned your cheek as you both panted, coming down from your highs. Gently, he withdrew from you, making you whine, but your displeasure only lasted for a moment. In one quick motion, he grabbed onto you and flipped you, making you squeal with giggly delight, so he was on his back, and you rested on his chest. He wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight and placing a fierce kiss on the top of your head. There was no other place you wanted to be, but the stickiness between your legs had other plans.
“I think I need to get up…get myself cleaned up.” You groaned, not wanting to move from your new comfortable spot.
He squeezed you tighter, and you hummed with contentment, “Don’t you dare move, My Lady. Allow me.” With the wave of his hand and a shimmer of green, you suddenly felt clean, refreshed, as if you had just emerged from a relaxing bath. You burrowed in closer to him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck.
“Now, that is a handy skill.” You paused for a minute, considering if you wanted to open this can of worms. You decided to test your luck, “See, you are so incredible, and I am just…. average.”
You felt him let out a heavy sigh against the top of your head. The silence lingered between you two for what felt like ages, before he finally spoke, “Dove, you have bewitched me in everyway possible. It does not matter that you are mortal –“
“But it does!” You yelled, snapping your head up to look at him directly in the eye, “It does, Loki! I have what, fifty, maybe sixty years left and then what, Loki?  You’ll be all alone, and I don’t know what to do with that.” Tears started to gather in the corner of your eyes, stinging with the pain of the unknown. You were so familiar with Loki, his essence and very being as a character that you loved. He had been through so much pain, so much suffering, and dealing with that pain alone. The thought of him handling your death by himself crushed you.
“Shh, Dove, it’s fine. Let’s not talk about such things right now. Let us enjoy our time together.” His voice was unmistakably solemn, and you felt a pang of guilt for putting such sad thoughts in your mind after finally reuniting and finding happiness, “Can I fetch you anything? Something to eat?”
Loki then suddenly stilled, shifting upright, and taking you with him, “Unless…” He started but didn’t finish. You looked at him, confused and you could see the cogs turning in his brilliant mind. The answer was there, whatever it was, you just had to wait.
“Have you heard of the Golden Apples of Idunn?” Loki quickly said, practically vibrating with energy.
“Yes, of course. They give immortality….” Your eyes grew wide at his implication, “Do you have one, Loki?!”
“No, they’re all gone.” He said excitedly, and you instantly deflated. You didn’t understand why he was so enthusiastic about the solution for your mortality being gone.
“Oh.”
“Unless…” You perked back up, of course there would be more, “Unless, having an apple is something that you truly desire…”
“What are you talking about, Loki?”
He turned to you, so he was facing you properly. His hands moved wildly as he spoke with fervor, his mind running a hundred miles a minute, “You are far from average, Dove.” You rolled your eyes, but he pointed his finger, silencing any sarcasm or self-deprecating comments.
“You brought back my mother…You forget this.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing your soft skin, “You brought her back from the dead because it was what I truly desired. You made the impossible, possible…and I would argue that bringing back an extinct apple is easier than bringing back a person from Valhalla.”
“I don’t even understand how I even developed that gift…and if I even have it still, now that I am here in your world.” You paused, thinking carefully about his phrasing, “Besides, it is more about what you desire, than what I desire.”
Loki’s hands moved down your shoulders to clasp your hands in his, “These past few months, my mother and I have been doing research. Soulmate bonds are extremely rare, but a bond that travels across the multiverse is the rarest of them all. It is unheard of completely…. except for one other instance.”
You were almost afraid to ask, but your curiosity won out, “What happened to them?”
Loki frowned, squeezing your hand, “Unfortunately, one of the lovers did not survive. They dream walked, much like you did, but were not able to complete the transition of the mind into one universe.” He saw the look of sadness flit across your face, all the memories of how you almost lost each other flooding back.
“But there is one thing that I did learn from their story that I found encouraging.”
“Which is…?”
“That not only did they possess the same gift to manifest their lover’s greatest desires out of nothingness like you, but they both had the gift.”
Your eyes went wide. You never considered the fact that Loki could manifest like how you did, but who knows if you even could anymore? Before you could let your mind spiral, Loki was looking directly at you.
“So, tell me, Dove. Do you desire an eternity with me?”
There was no hesitation. Not a second of doubt. Your mouth screamed out the answer your heart and soul knew to its very core.
“More than anything.”
Loki held out his hand, palm up and closed his eyes. You watched his eyes twitch beneath his closed eyelids, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. You didn’t dare take a breath even though your lungs burned, too terrified that one single exhale would ruin any chances of this working.
His palm began to glow and sure enough, a golden apple appeared within his grasp. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could feel the magical fruit under his very fingertips, there was no way Loki would have believed this, his eyes were so wide and disbelieving. The God was a legendary magic wielder, but this was something new, a whole other level that was unknown to him. He looked from the apple that still rested in his palm towards you with watery eyes. The proof of your love, your desire to spend an eternity with him manifested into reality.
“So,” He chuckled through happy tears, offering the apple to you, “Care for a bite, Dove?”
It was the sweetest thing you ever tasted.
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Prologue - Take This All Away {TLTGYA - Post!TVA Loki x OFC Longfic}
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Summary : It’s just a compulsion to steal the TemPad, and it’s just a habit to flee. The timelines have split, the TVA is in disarray, the threat of He Who Remains is insurmountable - and Loki is just so fucking done with it all.
W/c : 816 words
Content / Warnings : Heavy angst
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That was it. That was the final straw. 
The words echoed throughout his mind in an endless loop as his feet carried him along the hallways of the TVA. Sweat and blood clung to his tattered uniform, mercilessly reminding him of his repeated and incessant failures. 
It seemed he would never escape that paradigm as nameless hunters and analysts slammed past him, eager to fix the motion of events he had set into place. 
Loki recognized one or two of them as they barked orders to the others, and he considered screaming at them that there wasn’t a point any longer. 
But they weren’t the same ones as before, were they? And they wouldn’t have listened to him, even if they were.
The image of Mobius’ and B-15's bewildered faces as they took him in, as they tried to decipher the meaning of his warning, still burned into his eyelids. 
With the timelines jumbled together, and with the threat of He Who Remains and his variants staring him in the face, there wasn’t - ironically enough - time to convince them of his worth. Again.
Just when he had been making headway, just when he was finding his footing at long last, the rug was yanked out from under him. Like it was always meant to do.
It was easy enough to bewitch the closest things he had to friends after they’d called for backup. The decision to bewitch them at all so he could escape had been the agonizing one. 
The TVA’s hallways seemed endless, more so than the other times he had been dragged through them under heavy guard. He almost wished to be a prisoner again, to have this not be his problem anymore. 
But it would always be his problem. It was his curse, his pain, his fury - and he was so goddamn sick of it all. 
Eventually, Loki found himself in front of the armory. Time Sticks, helmets and shields were strewn haphazardly across the floor after it was ransacked by Hunters desperate to do their jobs. 
The ones they had been programmed to do. The ones that didn’t matter anymore.
The urge to destroy everything in the room was a massive, vehement one. But it was too much effort, and its effect would be meaningless anyway. 
As Loki turned to drift on, an object in the corner of the room caught his eye. The silver and wood grain stuck out among the black armor on the floor, dropped and forgotten in the midst of the chaos. 
Was it a beacon of hope, or was it another illusion?
His limbs pushed him forward before he even realized what he was doing, and his hands grasped the TemPad before he could stop himself. 
Where would he even go? Dare he try returning to Asgard, his home? But it hadn’t ever been his home. Not really. 
His lungs tightened in his chest as he stared at the most powerful object the TVA had. Loki wasn’t even sure if the TemPad would still work as his fingers tapped mindlessly on the screen.
Maybe he could try Jotunheim. He could probably convince the few remaining Frost Giants to let him lead them back to glory without even breaking a sweat. And it would be so easy…
He cursed and shook his head. That plan would only lead him to the dungeons of Asgard, and Odin would be more than happy to keep him locked there forever under his thumb. Loki would rather be dead than trapped within that particular form of misery. 
Ultimately, he knew it wouldn’t matter where or when he went. In spite of his centuries of painful existence, every decision he made was the wrong one.
Loki believed there was nothing he could do to escape himself. He had tried, many times, to no avail. Each time he had ended up worse than the attempt before, whether by his own flesh or one akin to it. 
But that was before the timelines had broken free. There was no sinister figure calling the shots any longer. Could he try, one more time, to escape that fate?
That question remained unanswerable even as the interdimensional portal opened before him. Its glowing amber reflected off his disillusioned and resigned features as he hesitated.
The absence of crimson around the Time Door did nothing to assuage his fear - it would be a time loop whether he wanted it to be or not.
But this time, he didn’t know where or when he was going, and that was the point. The less he knew, the less he could screw up. 
Perhaps he would try apathy for awhile. Even if it didn’t save him, at least it would be less effort.
And maybe, just maybe, this would be the last time he had to flee. 
Even Loki didn’t believe his own lie as he disappeared through the portal into the unknown. 
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#19 pls w insecure reader and loki
Of course!! 😘
#19: “I can’t count the number of times I’ve masturbated to the thought of you.”
Today was the day. You woke up, the feeling of dread already consuming you. You were ready, of course you were plus you wanted to do it, the time felt right. You mentally scolded yourself as you thought about your position on the team, you were feared by your enemies, the glue of the team and yet deep down you felt so unworthy, so insecure that you couldn’t even imagine yourself sleeping with your own boyfriend.
Loki of course was understanding and beyond patient. Whenever your make out sessions reached heavy petting, he stopped, gauging your reaction and every time you refused to go further. You loved him, you did, but you didn’t love yourself, not enough to be naked in front of him without the fear of him judging you or most of all being repulsed by you. He always told you how beautiful you were yet there was that nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you you were simply not enough. Practically rolling out of bed, you decided to be stronger than it, tonight the compound would be empty and you’d finally rail your boyfriend.
“You need to work on your form Widow.”
Stepping into the training room after hearing Lokis voice, you paused your movements seeing him positioned behind Natasha as he contorted her arm seemingly teaching her some kind of new move. You swallowed thickly, the sight of her perfect body ghosting the front of Lokis left you reeling. You didn’t look like that. What if that’s what he wanted? What if that’s what he wanted you to look like? Your lip began to tremble as you walked back out, accidentally hitting the door on the way alerting them of your presence.
“Oh here she is” Loki grinned, seeing you before you stormed out, his smile faltering as he followed you, calling after you. “Y/n?”
“Leave me alone.” You spoke quietly, not daring to turn to face him. You couldn’t do this anymore, you weren’t worthy.
“Y/n daring” He called again, catching up with you “what’s the matter love?” He questioned, pausing your movements as he stood in front of you. Noticing a tear rolling down your cheek, he wiped it away before holding your hands. “Y/n, talk to me.”
“Do you love me?” You blurted looking down to the floor. Not answering, Loki tilted your chin upwards before brushing his lips against yours.
“More than anything.” He spoke against your lips. Noticing your reluctancy to carry on with the conversation, he spoke again. “Is this about later on?” He asked. A small gasp escaped you before you pulled him into a meeting room.
“Shhh.”
“Y/n, we don’t have to—” he began.
“Do you find me sexy?” You then asked, needing to know.
“Y/n—”
“Do you?” You interrupted.
“I can’t count the number of times I’ve masturbated to the thought of you.” He smirked, one of his hands running down your side as he spoke before he moved to the back of you, cupping your ass causing you to smile. “You are the sexiest thing in all the nine.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” You answered, looking to the ground feeling flustered.
“You’re sexy, smart, beautiful and most importantly, all mine.” He smiled coyly before kissing you. The kiss grew more desperate, Loki standing between your legs as you fell back against the table. His lips moved to your neck as you moved your head to the side, allowing him further access. You had gone from not wanting him to see you naked in the comfort of your own bedroom to needing him to rip your clothes off of you in a low security meeting room.
You managed to do him in the meeting room and then again in your bedroom all before the avengers even left. By the time it was finally nighttime and everyone had gone, you were both tired out. Loki however wasn’t tired out enough not to murmurer praises to you from between your legs though.
A/N: This wasn’t really smutty, just a little fluffy I think 😂 hope you enjoyed 😘
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The Glass Slipper - Loki One Shot
Summary: You get stuck babysitting Morgan AND Loki. Of course, Morgan thinks you are a princess because of your singing talents…what happens when she finds out that Loki is a real prince?! Cinderella-esque fic.
Warning: Swearing. Otherwise pure fluff.
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You were definitely overqualified for this.
Very overqualified.
Somehow, someway, you found yourself the babysitter for not only the precious heart of the Avengers, young Morgan Stark, who is just five years old, but also Loki, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, and mass murderer. Life is wild sometimes.
You are the prized assistant to the one and only Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries and to say you rocked at your job was an understatement. The job came very easy to you as you handled issue after issue with quick, resourceful wit and inventive creativity. That is likely how you found yourself in your current position. You were one of the few within the Tower that could be trusted with Morgan and having that trust from the ever-paranoid Tony Stark was an achievement indeed. It also helped that the young girl absolutely adored you.
But Loki? That was more bizarre. Due to your position within the Tower, you became familiar with the Avengers. It wasn’t often, but every once and awhile Tony would commandeer you and your skilled brain for various Avenger related tasks. It seems these past few weeks, you were being summoned more and more. Every once and awhile, you would have ordinary conversations with the not so ordinary superheroes. Steve was always very cordial with you, asking you questions about your day and various pop culture references. He could always trust you to give him an honest answer (unlike Tony who would always give him a bullshit one just for his own amusement). Natasha and Wanda were the best for ‘the tea’, indulging in Avenger’s related gossip over lunch. Thor, well, Thor was always Thor and would be your golden retriever best friend forever at the drop of a hat.
Loki, on the other hand, was quiet. He never really spoke to you outside of a polite greeting here and there. But whenever you were in the Avenger’s levels of the Tower, he was also sure to be lingering about. The oddest thing was his shift in his behavior. Whenever you were around, he was more…well behaved. His relentless pranks and acts of mischief always died down and he was, dare you say, nice to the rest of the team. The god would even go out of his way to be kind to his fellow teammates, but as soon as you left, his scowl returned. Or so you heard.
It was the oddest thing.
So, here you are babysitting not only Morgan, but a God. When Tony had asked you, you had initially doubled over in laughter. You laughed and laughed, until his stone-cold face told you that he was being absolutely and completely serious.
“Okay, but what am I supposed to do with a God, Tony?! I am a regular human being! No superpowers! I can’t stop him from doing anything!” You yelled, not giving a single fuck that he was married to your boss.
“It doesn’t matter. For some reason Reindeer Games listens to you and both Thor and I are needed on this mission, so we can’t babysit him,” Tony went to turn back to his lab work, before rethinking and adding, “Oh, and I need you to watch Morgan too.”
Tony, Loki, and Morgan were already waiting for you in the Avenger’s community kitchen. Morgan always loved playing dress up with you, so you decided to show up in a beautiful sundress that ended right at your knees. Your hair was styled nicely around your face, and you had put on some light makeup. It certainly was dressier than you usually were at work, but for that little girl, you would do anything.
Upon seeing you, Morgan wiggled out of her father’s arms and ran to you, crashing at full force into your legs with a tight embrace.
“Princess Y/N! I missed you!” You grinned, lightly ruffling her hair, and scooping her up in your arms. You joined Tony and Loki who sat at the large island, and you sat Morgan between them right on the counter.
“You know the routine, Y/N. Pepper will be back tonight to pick her up.” Tony stood up and gave his little daughter a big hug and a kiss.
“I love you, 3000.” He whispered into her hair, eliciting a bubbled giggle from the young Stark. With one last peck on her head, he left to on the mission.
And as soon as he left, Morgan wasted no time.
“Princess Y/N, Princess Y/N, “She yelled, grabbing your hand, and shaking it around with all her five-year-old might, “Sing the song, sing the song, SING THE SONG!”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her antics, blatantly seeing her father’s stubbornness in miniature form. You opened your mouth, ready to answer her, but you then saw Loki who still sat at the end of the island. For a moment, you forgot that he was even there, but he was intently staring at you and the intensity of his piercing blue eyes made you shift uneasily.
“No, Morgan, not today. We are going to make you some lunch.” You said sternly, but you should have realized that much like her father, she wasn’t going to let this go.
With balled up fists and wildly kicking feet that thumped on the side of the kitchen island, she, the little Stark, scolded you with the firepower of a hundred stars, “PRINCESS Y/N, SING THE SONG!! You promised the last time that you would sing me the song whenever I had asked, and I am ASKING.”
Then you heard the sniffle. Oh no. Morgan was pulling out the big guns as her eyes started to water and her pouty lower lip began quivering ever so slightly. You sighed, already to cave when you heard him. Loki.
“Yes, you better sing the song…. Princess.” Loki’s deep velvety voice was unmistakable and a secret pleasure of yours. It was weird to hear him call you ‘Princess’, yet it was strangely not unwelcome. Now, he rested his head in his hands and he looked at you. Expectantly.
You let out a long sigh before turning on your pseudo princess charm like a light switch. With a big grin on your face, you curtsied to your much larger audience, much larger by the presence of one God, and opened your mouth to sing. All you could see was blackness as you closed your eyes tightly, doing anything to avoid the prince’s stare.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.” You slowly started, placing your hands next to your face as if you were sleeping. Singing was always a secret joy for you and Morgan had only heard you once before. It was a complete accident, honestly. You were making her lunch when you started to sing the familiar song from Cinderella. When her parents came to retrieve her from your baby-sitting services, she was about ready to spill the beans. It’s not like you were self-conscious about your voice, in fact, you had an amazing, light, and melodic voice that you were proud of. It was the stage fright that got you, performing in front of others. Performing, if you could call it that, in front of a child was easy enough, but you knew deep down Tony would insist you sing songs all the time and maybe have you sing at one of his endless and infamous parties.
And being in your position, you were less likely to say no. So, you begged. You begged a five-year-old to keep your secret. She only had one condition.
Sing her Disney songs whenever she asked.
You were quite impressed by her wit and her negotiating skills. She definitely was an amazing combination of her two powerful parents.
“In dreams you will lose your heartache. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through,” You sang on, now finding yourself smiling as you got lost in the tune, “No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…The dream that you wish will come true.”
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Jarvis must have been listening as the gong of an antique clock boomed through the speakers in the kitchen. Cautiously, you peeped through one eye and thankfully it landed on Morgan. You knew if you could keep your focus on her, you could keep on going. Playing along, you crossed your arms, tapped your foot in annoyance and peered up at the speakers.
“Oh, that clock! Oh, killjoy.” You grumbled, throwing your hands up, exasperated by the fake clock, “I hear you! ‘Come on, get up’, you say! Time to start another day!”
You gave a pointed look at Morgan and rolled your eyes, “Even he orders me around!” She giggled, thrilled by you and your singing and it warmed your heart. Being indebted to sing Disney songs for the rest of your life was a small price to pay if your reward was her laughs.
“Well, there is one thing…They can’t order me to stop dreaming!” Again, you closed your eyes and began to sing again, “And perhaps someday, the dreams I wish will come true.”
You opened your eyes when you heard applause. It was a combination of Morgan’s excited little hands, clapping with unbridled enthusiasm and Loki’s, slow, but deliberate claps. Instantly, your eyes snapped over to him. You had gotten so lost in your song that you totally forgot that he was there. And there at the kitchen island, not too far from Morgan, he sat, with a soft smile on his face and an unreadable emotion in his eyes. He was clapping…for you?
“You have a lovely voice, Y/N.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, but before you could answer, Morgan was answering for you.
“PRINCESS Y/N,” She corrected him, with a roll of her eyes. She had zero fear for the powerful man next to her and you loved it, “She sings these songs and so she is a princess.”
“Singing certainly is not how one becomes a Princess, I assure you, little Stark.” The confused crease in Loki’s brow softened his usual scowl as he debated with the little girl. The size difference between the two of them was massive. Even with Morgan sitting at the counter, Loki towered over the young girl. Still, she remained unfazed. In anything, she dug her heels in more.
“No, no, no,” She started to argue, “In all the Disney movies, all the Princesses sing and Y/N sings, so she is a princess!” The young girl said this was such certainty that you even wondered if you could be royalty.
“Well, this isn’t one of your Midgardian movies, little Stark. You only become a prince or princess by becoming royalty, either through birth, marriage, or war,” He grinned at the last addition, “I am a Prince of Asgard. I would know.”
An explosion might as well had gone off in young Morgan’s mind as her eyes widened like saucers and she scurried on the counter until she was right in front of the tall God.
“You’re a prince?!” She shouted, her tone filled with both shock and wonder. You had expected Loki to roll his eyes at the young child or say something sarcastic, but much to your surprise he didn’t. His face was soft. His smile, gentle. He looked like an ordinary man, having an ordinary conversation with a young child. Your heart started to thud wildly in your chest as you took in the heartwarming scene. You found yourself studying his features; his strong cheek bones, his long, black locks, and those piercing blue eyes that were always so intense. Looking him over, you certainly could not deny his handsomeness. Loki was likely the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on.
You also couldn’t deny your curiosity about why he acted so docile around you only. It plagued you at night as you tried to sleep. The fact that it drove you crazy, drove you even more crazy. Some nights, you would consider the fact that he liked you…romantically. But just as the thought went into your head, you cast it out like the Hel demon it was. You were a normal mortal woman, and he was a God, an actual Prince. And even if you were on the same playing field, there was no way you could risk you job by getting involved with Loki of Asgard.
“You should dance! The prince always dances with the princess!” Morgan’s excited words pulled you from your thoughts and immediately you were trying to get yourself out of the hole you dug yourself in.
“No, Morgan, absolutely not.” You said firmly. But, of course, Loki was never predictable.
“Well, Princess, it is a custom of the royal court for the Prince and Princess to dance.” The bastard grinned at you with his signature, Loki-grin.
“Yes! What he said! Royal custom!” Morgan added. Great, now they were teaming up. This was the last thing you needed.
“And why should I care about…royal custom,” You sneered, crossing your arms in annoyance.
The massive God and the little girl shared a look and they both smiled at the same time. It was as if they had the same exact thought. Yet, you only had one thought.
Uh oh.
“It would make the King quite unhappy, and you never want to upset the king.” Loki all but purred. The man was smooth, you give him that.
“Yes, King Daddy!”
“King Stark,” Loki corrected Morgan and she nodded enthusiastically. For a long moment, you stared at the two of them, their eyes sparkling with mischief. Then it hit you. This little girl was threatening to tell on you to her father with Loki’s help! Now, you were far from a push over. You were no super soldier, but you held your own among the Stark Tower and you briefly considered calling this child out on her bluff. Then you looked at Loki and still, like always, he stared at you. His eyes were bore into yours, calculating your next move.
“Fine. One dance!” Loki wasn’t the only one with a tendency for unpredictability. A dance wouldn’t hurt and even with Loki’s history, his tame demeanor around you left you with little worries for your safety. Without a second of hesitation, Loki was out of his chair and now standing in front of you. He all but jumped out his seat and his eagerness was a bit jarring. But you had little time to overthink about his apparent excitement to dance with you since he was now towering over you. Now, you were doing the staring as you thickly swallowed, your tongue caught in your throat and at a loss for words now that he was so close to you. So close that you could smell his scent; a scent of pine and something that could only be described as distinctly Loki. It was heavenly.
Loki looked down at you, his eyes soft as ever. They were filled with such fondness that you never saw before. The trance was broken as Loki hummed a bit, seemingly remembering something. He lifted his hands and in a green flourish, magic burst in the kitchen and Loki changed from his casual attired to his royal Asgardian garb and you were in an incredible, silky, and elegant ballgown. Of course, the dress was in his signature color - green.
You gasped in amazement, drinking in the man before you. He certainly was a prince and as you looked him over, he certainly was a God. Loki was magnificent, regal, and he oozed power that you found intoxicating.
“Where’s your helmet?” You asked, before even realizing that the words slipped from your mouth. The odd question floated in the air along with Morgan’s excited clapping and hollering as a Disney movie played out right before her eyes. Thankfully, Loki did not find your question odd and instead chuckled. You never heard him laugh before, but you knew already that you wanted to hear it again.
“It isn’t great for dancing. I find that it gets in the way.”
Music started to pour out again from the speakers in the kitchen. It was a familiar tune, the same melody when Cinderella finally met Prince Charming. Of course, Jarvis would want to be a cheeky bastard too. It tickled Morgan to no end as another burst of giggles erupted from the little girl. She knew the song by heart of course and had made you sing it several times before.
“Dance, dance!” She called out, still sitting on the kitchen counter. Loki looked back at her, then back at you, and with the look he gave you, you knew he was asking for permission. You found it sweet and endearing and the more you thought about it, you didn’t mind the thought of dancing with him. Who wouldn’t want to dance with a prince?
You nodded, giving him the okay, as he placed a careful hand on your upper back, prompting you to put yours over his shoulder. His other hand clasped your free one as he began to lead you in the most breathless, romantic waltz. Your head was dizzy as you spun around and around in the kitchen, your feet almost lifting off the floor due to his tall frame. The dance was effortless and graceful, a true royal dance.
As you glided around the room in the arms of a prince, your eyes remained locked on Loki’s. You noticed the little green flecks in his eyes, the small scar above his eyebrow, and the sweet curve of his cupids bow. The fantasy was overwhelming, but you found yourself wanting to get lost in it no matter the consequences.
“Don’t forget the song!” Morgan chirped, breaking you out of your dream. Right, you were doing this for the amusement of a child. The familiar song danced into your ears, and you wanted to cringe. You wanted to hide. Anything, but this song! The fantasy was too compelling, and you were afraid of falling. You were even more afraid of falling and having no one there to catch you. Still, you sang.
“Mmmhmm….Mhmmmhmm,” You hummed, connecting with Loki’s eyes again, “So, this is love.” For a split second, Loki’s widened as he heard the lyrics, but they were quickly replaced by the gentle gaze that you were starting to become more familiar with. His grip on you tightened ever so slightly and he continued to lead you across the smooth kitchen tile.
“I’m all a glow…mmmhmm…and now I know the key to heaven is mine,” Somehow, sometime, you both started to smile wide at each other. Your cheeks started to hurt from the sheer happiness of the moment, but you didn’t care. During this moment, it was just you and Loki and your song. The song you were singing to him.
“My heart has wings and I can fly. I’ll touch every star in the sky…” And in that moment, Loki lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and spun you around. The song kept flowing out of you, even in between giggles. He carefully placed you down on the ground and your hands found themselves snaking around his neck.
“So, this is the miracle that I have been dreaming of…” And just like magnets, you and Loki started to pull towards one another. The softness of his lips, just lightly brushing against yours. Again, asking for permission.
“So, this is love…” And right before you closed the distance to finally kiss your Prince Charming…
DING
DONG
DING
DONG
The echoing of the clock blaring from the speakers thanks to Jarvis’ needs for relentless accuracy, shattered the fantasy like a broken mirror. This was far too close, much too intimate! You tore yourself from Loki’s arms and did the only thing you could think of. You bolted. The illusion of your green ballgown exploded in shimmery light behind you as you fled in panic down the hallway. The sparkly shoes that adorned your feet, now abandoned on the floor, were the last to burst and glimmer into nothingness.
“Not all Princesses have to run away, Y/N!” Morgan called after you, clearly annoyed by your cliché princess behavior.
For a moment, Loki stood there in shock watching your form flee into the distance. Inside, his heart was cracking. Little did you know, that ever since Loki laid eyes on you, he was completely head over heels for you. Everything about you enchanted him to no end; your eyes, your hair, your wit, and most of all, your kind and wonderful heart. For weeks, Loki fought against his feelings, feigning indifference whenever he had interactions with you. The fact that you were a mortal was the most unsettling part, but you were unlike any other mortal he had met. Each time he interacted with you, heard your sweet voice, or melodic laugh his infatuation grew. He knew he cared for you, maybe even loved you.
And so, he found himself trying to impress you. Every time he saw you with one of the other Avenger’s you were nothing but kind, almost relentlessly so. Everyone loved you because of it. You were everything good and wonderful, and well, Loki wasn’t. At least according to most of the other Avengers. So, putting his pride aside, he decided he would work to be worthy of you.
Loki began ignoring the snide, sarcastic comments from the other Avenger’s, ‘turning the other cheek;’ if you will. If someone asked him for something, even as simple as passing the salt, he would spare them his quips and do so with a genuine smile. Every now and again, he would offer his intellect and insight for projects Tony or Bruce were working on. He would see you observe and give a little impressed hum and the small gesture alone made his chest swell with pride. It was all worth it.
So, imagine his surprise and happiness when he found out that you would be his babysitter! At first, he was insulted by the fact that he even needed a babysitter, but he knew he still wasn’t trusted by the team to be left alone and you were a better option than Thor. Much better and much prettier. Then, in less than an hour of your ‘babysitting’, he had you in his arms, spinning you around the kitchen as if you were a princess of Asgard. To Loki, you were, and he never wanted this moment to end.
But it did end. Temptation took over and he leaned in to kiss you, something he had been dreaming about for week, and you slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.
All these thoughts and memories whirled in Loki’s mind in the minute it took you to run away and disappear completely from his line of sight. Without thinking further, Loki took off running after you. He knew by the grace of his long legs he would catch up to you quickly.
“Hey! You forgot about me!” If it wasn’t for his Godly hearing, he would have missed Morgan’s little voice calling out behind him. Cursing under his breath, he turned on his heel and ran right back to the kitchen. In one fell swoop, he scooped the small child under his arm and again took off down the hallway.
“I am not a football, Mister!” Morgan called out from under his arm, her voice jerking and hiccupping with each jolt of Loki’s footsteps.
Loki rolled his eyes and placed her on his broad shoulders. He held onto her little legs as he took off running again and before he knew it, he had left the Tower and was now in the streets of New York City. With Loki’s tall frame and sitting high up on his shoulders, Morgan felt like a giant. Little did she know that she was sitting on a giant’s shoulders.
“I don’t know how we are going to find her in this city, Little Stark” Loki said, peeking up at the small child who was now gripping his hair like a horse’s reigns. Typically, Loki would never, under any circumstances, let anyone touch his hair, but for this little girl, he decided to make an exception.
“Can’t you do magic or something?” Loki sighed, the defeat dripping from his voice.
“I could, but a location spell takes some time. I think with everything that happened, the sooner we find her the better,” The god let out another long, sad exhale, “I never intended for any of this to happen.”
Morgan patted the top of his head as if she was consoling a miserable pet, her little hands getting lost in his dark tresses.
“Don’t worry, Prince Charming! You’re a good guy and good guys always get the princess!” Loki cleared his throat, trying valiantly to hold back tears and put on his typical cold and stoic front. The words from this little girl were so simple and were spoken with such conviction, it hit him in his very soul. This little girl, this small child spoke words to him that he never thought he would hear. Even from his own family. Maybe if Morgan, a pure soul, believed that he was good, maybe he could be worthy of you after all. He had to find you!
“Do you know where she could be, Little Stark?” Loki asked.
Morgan hummed for a minute, thoughtfully, before slapping Loki right on the head, soliciting a little yelp from the God, “I know where she is!”
“Where?!”
“The Glass Slipper.”
While the dynamic duo was on a heroic and noble quest to find you, you sat in your favorite little tea shoppe, sipping an herbal tea, pretending that you weren’t on the verge of a panic attack. Your chest was restricting, and you found it hard to breathe. The sound of your hammering heart was loud in your ears.
You seriously almost kissed Loki!
A mass murderer!
A mass murderer hated by the husband of your boss who is sort of your boss too!
And you left said mass murderer alone with your bosses five-year-old child?!
That realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Your lower lip began to tremble as you tried to suppress your tears. This shoppe has always been your safe haven. After every long day, you would come here and indulge in your favorite teas. Instantly the warm beverages would coat your tongue and your throat and in turn, warm your heart and ease your nerves. Everything about the shopped was as magical as its name: The Glass Slipper.
You had come here years ago, at first tickled by the ridiculous cliché name, but the violet wisteria hanging from the ceiling and the fairy lights twinkling in your eyes made you fall in hopelessly in love with the quaint shoppe. The amazing tea was just a bonus. Huddled up in your favorite quiet corner of the shoppe, you tried to calm your racing heart. With each sip of your tea, your hiccupped and gasped. Everything felt so closed in. So cold. So alone.
This as a job you excelled at. It gave you purpose. You loved it. Now, it was ruined. There was no way that you would be able to keep your job after leaving Morgan alone with Loki. You had convinced yourself of this after rattling your brain for any possible solutions. But, no matter how you spun it, there are camera’s everywhere in the Tower and there is no there denying what happened.
You left Tony Stark’s child with Loki of Asgard. The God who killed eighty people in two days and tossed Tony out of a ten-story window.
You let your head hit the table in front of you with a thud. All you could do was groan. Maybe the McDonald’s down the street was hiring.
The tea next to you had gone cold and still, your head rested on the table. You jolted upright when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You whirled your head around until you saw them.
Morgan and Loki.
“Hi, Princess!” Morgan waved her hands excitedly, her feet kicking against Loki’s shoulders. If you weren’t in such a state of despair and shock, you would have thought it was adorable.
“What are you guys doing here out of the Tower?! Loki, what are you doing with Morgan?!”
“We had to find you.” Loki’s eyes were wide and pleading. He stayed still as if he was terrified that you would take off like a frightened animal. Frankly, you wanted to.
“Well, you found me.” The walls of your heart continued to stack up, brick by brick. You turned yourself away from the twosome, picking up your cold tea and taking a sip.
“Come back with us,” Loki dropped to one knee beside your table, and took your hand in his, “Please, Princess.”
The endearment immediately caught your attention. First, you looked down and saw your hand enveloped by his, before looking at the kneeling prince before you who had so many unsaid emotions swimming in his eyes. Above him, Morgan was beaming a smile at you as bright as ever. Seeing her there reminded you of everything this crazy day had brought you. You slipped your hand from Loki’s.
“I can’t.” You said simply. Loki swallowed thickly, unsure of what his next question will bring.
“And why not?”
“I don’t have a job anymore.”
“What?!” Loki yelled, his mouth agape in shock, “Stark fired you?!”
“No, but after leaving her with you I won’t”
“What’s wrong with Mister Loki?!” Of course, Morgan and her inquisitive mind couldn’t help but jump in. How do you explain to a five-year old that the man, the god, who held her with such care on his broad shoulders killed people and tried to take over the planet and as a result, her father holds a bit of a grudge because of it? You saw Loki shift uneasily and cast his eyes down to the floor. The shame of his past still clearly haunting him.
“Loki is new, and your father has a hard time trusting new people.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it wasn’t exactly a lie either. Loki and your eyes connected as soon as you spoke those words. You knew what you said and didn’t say held weight. He had changed, you knew it, and you did not judge him for his past. Again, Loki bravely reached forward and cupped your hand with his.
“Princess, there is no way that I would let you get fired. Every day, I hope it is a day that I get the chance to see you,” He let out a dry, amused laugh, “I even sometimes suggested to Stark that he recruit you for certain projects so I could see you more.” Ah, so that is why you have been on the Avenger’s floors more often.
“At first, I confess, I did not want to admit my feelings for you,” Your eyes went wide. Feelings? Loki continued, “But each time I saw you…each time I heard your beautiful laugh, I knew I wanted to surround myself in your warmth and light as much as possible.” He squeezed your hand and you found yourself returning it with your own little squeeze.
“I know I don’t deserve to live in your light, but I want to be worthy of you. So, that is why I cast an illusion before we even started dancing. Right now, the cameras just see us enjoying a lovely lunch together.”
“You did what? You did that, for me?” Everything Loki said to you was overwhelming. Whenever you were on the Avenger’s floors in the Tower, he was just…around, like a shadow following you about. Now you knew why and the fact he made sure to protect you and the job you held so dear had butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Loki flashed his signature grin at you, and you wanted to melt, “You sound surprised?”
“No,” You bit your lip shyly, “No, actually I am not.” And it was the truth and Loki knew that. Still, his hand cupped yours, but now you intwined your fingers and gave him another reassuring squeeze. Just like your dance earlier, you were lost in each other’s eyes. So much was being said, yet never spoken out loud in these moments. You wanted to get lost in everything that is Loki. This kneeling god that so clearly wanted to be your prince.
“Are you guys going to kiss now or what?” Morgan groaned, ready for this fairytale to have its happy ending. Both you and Loki burst into fits and laughter, and you shook your head.
“No, sorry, Morgan.” You gave Loki a sly wink and your message was clear – later, “My dear Prince…”
Loki immediately perked up. The prince decided then and there that he loved nothing more than being called ‘your prince.’ He squared his shoulders, puffing out a proud chest, and a wide and joyous smile that reminded you of a young boy in front of his crush enveloped his face, “Yes, my princess?” He purred and you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound of his voice.
“How long do your illusions last for?” Loki furrowed his brows in confusion at your question. Then, it was as if your body moved involuntarily, but you knew it was your heart that was guiding you. You kissed the little crease between his dark brows, and you felt him turn into a puddle underneath your soft lips.
“It…it de-depends,” the famed silver-tongued god stammered, and you took silent pleasure in the effect you had over him, “The illusion of us can last a few hours. Why?”
“Well, my prince, I think it would be lovely if you both joined me for some tea. Enjoy some time out of the tower together.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loki slipped into the seat across from you at your table and shifted Morgan from his shoulders and onto his lap. He reached forward and with a glimmer of green on your teacup, your drink was once again steaming hot.
“It would be my pleasure, Princess.”
“And they lived happily ever after!!” Morgan yelled, throwing her hands up with the unbridled enthusiasm of an unburnt romantic.
You had no idea if this truly was your happily ever after, but you knew in that moment, under the twinkling lights and the wisteria, that this was the start of a magical fairytale for the ages.
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Creatures of Glory
Loki (x Reader)
A/N: When I started writing this, it was supposed to be something with an ‘etheral’ vibe, based on the feeling I get when I listen to ‘Creatures of Glory’ by halfalive... I just did a little mistake and listened to ‘romantic homicide’ by d4vd so it became a little more depressing... hope you like it anyway
warnings: angst, very emotional (for me at least), bittersweet ending
word count: 3.257
Likes, comments, reblogs and notes are always appreciated! <3
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It had started as a normal difference of opinions, a quarrel that occurred multiple times a day. Loki was used to it by now that anything he said or believed in would be ridiculed by his stoic father. But tonight, during dinner time it had escalated yet again.
Odin had yelled at Loki, had berated his decisions about everything and had accused him of malice towards the crown. The table grew uncomfortably quiet as Odin sighed deeply as if he was the one being persecuted at the moment.
“It is time you concentrate on a more important matter, child.” Odin declared exhausted, “Your brother will be king very soon and what are you doing? Wasting your time in the palace library.”
“I’m training, too,” Loki interjected hurt.
“The little hobby your mother taught you is no comparison to the blood and sweat Thor puts into his training, even in his free time! And what do you do?”
“Broaden my horizon about other cultures,” Loki mumbled under his breath, the fork lazily dragging over his plate. His hunger had been gone even before dinner had been served.
“Speak up!” Odin commanded sharply.
“I only try to educate myself further, father.” Loki tried to sound as calm as possible as he met Odin’s gaze. Odin’s hearty laughter was unsettling.
“Your claimed education makes you soft!” his face contorted in disgust, “You could spend your time so much wiser! Haven’t your books told you that? During the time you waste with ancient scriptures that are outdated, you could train your agility! It is time that you think like a royal! How can your knowledge of books benefit our people? How will they help once a hostile tribe decides to invade our home? Will you throw books at them in hopes they will cut themselves on the edges of the paper?”
“There are many ways in which books are hel-“
“Enough!” Odin yelled, cutting Loki off, “You will stop submerging your mind in these books you call entertainment! And if I must ban you from the library.”
Loki’s eyes widened in horror at Odin’s threat. One of the few places he had to escape from his confinement of people who simply didn’t care to understand him would be robbed of him just like that. His helpless look panned to Frigga in the hope she would appease her seething husband as she always did. But when her hand slid over the table to cover Odin’s hand, Loki already feared the worst.
“Your father only means well, son,” she spoke softly but her words hurt more than a million daggers piercing his heart. She agreed with Odin.
Loki gulped hard and nodded in defeat. He excused himself from the table, scurrying back to his chamber. He felt the anger rise in his chest and a heavy lump forming in his throat as he hurried through the corridors of the palace. He barely made out his surroundings as his glassy eyes blurred his view. The last thing he wanted now was to be seen by a servant who would surely spread the new gossip all around the palace.
As the heavy doors of his room shut behind him all the anguish left his lungs as he broke down to his knees. He felt taken back to his teenage years when the ‘rebellious kid’ had been humiliated in front of the entire council as he had asked a sensible question about Odin’s resolution. He had heard Odin yell a lot in his teens, but he had never heard him yell that long. Several days went by before Odin calmed down and Loki was tolerated in his presence again.
As he got older Loki realised that he had never been rebellious. In Odin’s eyes, he had always been guilty of treasonous thoughts. The aching truth was that Loki could’ve breathed just a little too loudly and Odin would’ve found treason in the way he had inhaled. No matter what he did, he could have never pleased his father.
Loki’s chest heaved as he angrily got up to his feet again. He couldn’t continue living like this, confined in a house where everyone only looked out for themselves, never even considering the needs or feelings of others. Loki gulped hard, the clump in his throat hurting. He needed space, this instant. He hurriedly grabbed his winter cloak, escaping over the railing of his balcony into the night. He knew exactly where he was headed, to the mountains that already called for him. The only place left for him in this god-forsaken realm that felt even remotely like a home, a safe haven.
Loki still remembered the first time it had given him comfort, back when he still was just a young boy. Thor and Loki often spend their days with their friends in the mountains of Asgard, playing their pretend games in the forest and the meadows that lead up to the highest point of the kingdom. On one particular day, they had played hide and seek. Loki had found the perfect hiding spot, excitedly waiting for the others to find him last. But when his legs started to hurt from crouching after what must’ve been hours and the sun had started to set accompanied by a cool breeze that tousled through the leaves, Loki’s anticipation of them finding him dwindled until they were smothered entirely. They had forgotten him.
Loki had strayed through the woods for another hour, calling out for his brother and friends, but to no response. It wasn’t the first time that they hadn’t bothered looking for him, but they had never left him behind before. He still felt the tears that rolled down his cheeks that day, as he tried to call out their names in between hiccups, bleakness arising deep down in him. That was the first time he realised that he would not only be a side character to his father, but to everyone else that played a role in his life. He just couldn’t understand why. Frigga had always told him that he was a loveable and valuable person, but why did nobody treat him like one then? When all his tears had been shed, he shuffled further into the forest. He had no intention of going home any time soon.
When Loki reached the rocky clearing that led up to the highest mountain his heart skipped a beat. An unfamiliar sensation suddenly spread through his veins. Had someone called his name? He listened carefully as he tried to make out the source. As his eyes roamed over the boulders before him, they got stuck at the sun-soaked clearing high up a stony path. He couldn’t quite describe why, but for some reason he felt compelled to climb up to it, as if the sunbathed clearing was drawing him in, enticing him to continue until he reached the top.
Once he overcame the last boulder and pulled himself up on the large ledge, he was awe-struck. He got to his feet, slowly walking towards the edge. The view was breathtaking as he was able to look over the entire Kingdom. He sat down, his legs dangling over the edge, as he watched the sun go down and the sky bled from red into blue. Hours later he had come back to his senses, a blanket covering his shoulders, when he realised that he had to be home a while ago. Hastily he hurried back home, worried about the reaction of his mother and father – but when he arrived at the palace, it seemed like no one had taken notice of his absence.
Ever since then, Loki had found comfort in his personal safe space up in the mountains. He made sure to tell no one of his special place nor be followed by anyone. But then again it was easy for him since he became more invisible to everyone with each passing day.
Loki couldn’t count the times he had sat here, watching the stars, whenever living at the palace had just become too much. Here he would find peace. It felt peculiar, sometimes he even questioned his own mind. His powers seemed to be in harmony up here, summoning blankets or treats before he even could think of it. As if a higher power was looking out for him, reading his every need in his heart as if it was an open book. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought, that someone was watching him, staying by his side in his most vulnerable moments, looking out to comfort him. Sometimes he would still feel this inexplicable force he had felt the day he had found this place, creep up his spine.
The most peculiar thing though happened whenever he fell asleep up there. The dreams he’d experienced felt more like memories, but when he woke up he was sure, that he had never experienced these situations ever before. Still, they felt as if they would happen one day. From time to time the same person would appear in them. He couldn’t quite make them out in his hazy dreams, he never got to know their name either, but they felt like home. Like someone Loki could trust without a single doubt of their loyalty to him. And no matter what crazy adventure came their way in his dreams, they were always at his side, looking after him and helping him through each obstacle after another.
Loki often times asked himself what these dreams meant. He soon came to the conclusion, that this spot brought out his deepest wishes and desires. He knew no matter how often he would claim that he did not need anybody, he was aware that he lied to himself. Because all he wished for was someone to understand him, see him for who he truly was and love him unconditionally. Someone who wouldn’t forget about him so easily and be there for him when he needed comfort the most. Someone just for him - a soulmate.
A stone suddenly buckled under his feet but like a miracle, a branch reached out and Loki grabbed it just in time. Loki sighed deeply as his mind focused back on reality. Soon he would be back at his place of tranquillity. He halted for a moment as he took a deep breath, trying to clear his head before he would continue his ascent. A silly argument was nothing worth dying for because of a misstep which would throw him into the throat of the canyon. It hadn’t been the brightest idea to run from the palace on the coldest night on Asgard but then again, Loki hadn’t chosen to fight with Odin tonight either.
The cool night air that was blowing around his body and piercing through the thick material of his leather garb would be soon forgotten and replaced by the warmth of his inner peace. The wind tousled in his locks as he climbed the mountain determined again. His nose was already bright red, he couldn’t even feel his ears anymore. With every meter, he climbed up the mountain his fingers began to get stiff.
As he climbed onto the ledge with the last ounce of his strength, he huffed exhausted. He brushed his hair out of his face as he tried to catch his breath. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling brighter than they had in a while. Loki let himself fall onto the ground a few meters away from the edge. His gaze wandered over the peaks of the trees as he patiently waited for the calm to wash over him just as it did so many times before. A blanket appeared around his shoulders, and he chuckled bitterly. Something about this gesture felt more taunting to him than before. After all, what was the point in searching for comfort with nobody around able to provide it? Loki had always reckoned that one day his only solace would disappear as well. He just thought he had more time until that dreaded day would arrive.
All the overwhelming feelings from the past seemed to add onto another, threatening to crush him then and there. He felt so alone, isolated from everybody. A shiver ran over his body, the blanket not helping at all. Anger started to burn in his belly. Now even his only retreat was gone, taken from him because… he did not know why. He couldn’t recall what awful thing he had done to be robbed of his last comfort. He couldn’t understand why the gods seemed to hate him this much. All he had the audacity to ask for was to be seen by someone. To be loved just as much as Thor was.
“Is it too much to ask?” he angrily cried out into the night. His teeth clenched together tightly as he felt his heart being pulled apart.
“It’s not fair.” he huffed towards the ground. Tears filled his eyes instantly as if they had waited for their queue. Loki swallowed hard as he shook his head. His head fell onto his palms, his fingers tugging at his strands of hair. Loki let go of his perfectly crafted façade that was crumbling rapidly now, all his anguish and desperation breaking through the restraints, making him a sobbing mess.
He didn’t even notice at first when the black night sky suddenly lit up in a bright flash. The wind around Loki quickly picked up, whirling him around. Startled Loki slowly looked up from his palms. The stars started to burn even brighter, illuminating his surroundings as if it was daytime. Loki protectively covered his face with his arm, as he jumped to his feet to get away from the edge.
Would the gods punish him for his ungratefulness?
Before his eyes, the stars began to expand in a line until they connected. A crack emerged in the firmament. Loki’s eyes widened in shock as he watched closely as something appeared from behind the night sky. A face?
"Who are you?" Loki tried to bark at the sky but the wavering in his voice betrayed the fear that spread through his limbs and threatened to choke him.
'Don't be afraid' a sweet melodic voice resounded through his head. Loki turned around hectically, trying to find the source of the voice.
"This can't be real." his breath threatened to get out of hand as he fell back to his knees, cowering on the ground while he covered his face.
'Loki, you're safe.' the voice tingled in his thoughts. The indescribable calmness he had waited for finally washed over him as the storm around him subsided as well. Suddenly he could breathe freely again, with no sign of panic left. He slowly removed his hands from over his eyes as he glanced up into the night sky.
"You're beautiful." he gasped in awe as he observed them in the sky, their eyes twinkling in the most beautiful y/e/c he had ever seen, "Are you God?"
A chuckle flit through his mind before it resounded: 'Far from it.'
"Who are you then?"
'A friend.'
“Of whom?”
‘Of you.’ echoed through his body. Loki's eyes widened as he connected the dots.
"All these years... was that you?" suddenly everything fell into place for him. The sleepless nights he had endured just to be greeted by a steaming hot mug of his favourite tea. The decisions he made even though they had never occurred to him until he had decided on them, “But why?”
‘Because you're special to me.'
"I?" he asked bewildered.
‘Yes you, you silly prince.’ the voice's hearty laughter made Loki’s heart skip a beat.
“What's your name?” he asked fidgetily, but it was silent for a while, “Please, let me know my guardian angel's name.”
‘My name is Y/N.’
"Y/N" Loki repeated slowly, “Such a beautiful name.”
‘Thank you.’ Y/N chuckled abashed.
“Tell me, Y/N. Why did you show yourself to me tonight?” Loki asked tentatively.
‘Because you needed someone.’ Y/N’s voice brushed over Loki like a soothing hug, ‘Someone to tell you that you’re not alone and loved by many.’
“How would you know that?” Loki asked astonished.
‘Because I do as well.’ To see Y/N’s warm smile, made Loki’s cheeks heat up, ‘You mean so much to a lot of people, an uncountable number.’
“But what do they see in me?” Loki asked bewildered, feeling conflicted by their praise.
‘Because you give them hope. There are so many who struggle with life and the circumstances they were born in as well. And they look up to you, they find comfort in you.’
“They really do?”
‘Yes. They would do anything to give you a hug or just be able to speak to you. To treat you just like you deserve, with unconditional love and affection.’
“But I did nothing to deserve it.” Tears brimmed in his eyes again.
‘You did so much.’ Y/N sniffed, ‘You helped so many people overcome their fears, and helped them to build healthy boundaries with their friends and family.’
“I did?”
‘And so much more.’ Y/N nodded, ‘Loki, you are loved and appreciated by all of us. You’re perfect just the way you are.’
“Wow.” Loki huffed as he shuffled towards the edge, sitting down to let his feet swing over like he had done so many times. He was still processing what was going on, trying to decipher if this was really happening or if he had fallen to his death earlier when he had ascended the mountain.
“Am I... dead?” blurted from his
‘No,’ Y/N hushed him, but their sad smile gave away, that they knew something he did not.
“Will I die soon?” he couldn’t help but ask.
‘I cannot tell you that.’ Y/N gulped, ‘But even when the day comes, you'll always stay alive in my heart forever.’
“And you will be with me then?” he asked through tears.
‘Until the very last breath you take.’ Y/N confirmed again.
‘ Loki, can you promise me something?’ Y/N’s voice made him look back up to the sky.
“Of course!”
‘Please never doubt your worth. You’re not a freak of nature and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are deserving of love and affection and all kinds of good things.’ Loki nodded eagerly.
“Will I remember this?” Loki suddenly asked fearfully, unsettled by the idea he might forget this the second Y/N was gone.
‘Deep down you'll keep this as a faint memory of a dream.’ Y/N reassured him warmly. Loki nodded thoughtfully when the wind around him started to pick up again, howling in his ears.
“Wait, please don't go!” Loki watched leaves tousle around him, the panic he felt earlier returning, “Please don’t leave me.”
‘I'll never leave you.’ Y/N’s voice resounded firm yet calming, ‘I’m always near you Loki, I won't ever leave you alone. Never.’
“Will we see each other again?" he asked woefully.
'We’ll see us in your dreams again,' Y/N assured. Loki nodded torpidly as it sank in.
“Thank you,” he whispered only over a breath as he watched the firmament slowly close again. He didn’t miss the sad smile that Y/N mustered up, a single tear rolling down their cheeks, falling through the gap just before it closed. Heavy clouds pushed themselves over the sky, releasing the water they had carried. Loki let the droplets drench him as he longingly stared up to the sky, his chest was overflowing with love yet he didn’t understand where it had come from.
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Sugar Cookies
Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader
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Wordcount: 2,932
Warnings: ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE (Fluff), Mutual Pining, lots of smutty buildup, some actual smut because I love writing it, a super late Christmas read but it's still cute, Jealous!Loki, Somewhat Oblivious!Reader, Idiots in Love, Angst if you squint
Summary: So far, Loki’s stay on earth has been rather unwelcoming. He is relieved to know that some people still have good hearts, and that love sometimes comes in the form of baking cookies.
A/N: Y/N is loosely based off of the character Topaz, and therefore, the powers are reflective as such. You are close with Wong and Dr. Strange, as you are a powerful sorceress. Also, I would like to note that this was going to start out purely fluffy, and now I am so tempted to write a super super smutty part 2. Because I cannot not write smut. I also wanted to say thank you all SO much for all the love on The Grinch. I am so grateful for all of you and I am so glad you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
You were the sweetheart of the compound. The Avengers loved you wholeheartedly. After Dr. Stephen Strange had helped you regain your powers, you were a strong asset for the Avengers. You were able to heal the lot after the battle of New York against Loki Laufeyson.
Since then, it was revealed that Loki was under a powerful mind control from an alien being - Thanos. The power of the tesseract was unyielding, unable to be contained. Therefore, Thanos used it to control Loki and his powers, making him a puppet. You couldn't imagine how incredibly violating that was for Loki. Clint was suffering a similar set of circumstances, but he was still viewed as a hero. Loki was nothing but a villain. Once Loki's trance was broken, you were able to heal him with your magic. Having Hulk throw him around had not been the most gentle incident, and there was definitely some damage done.
Despite Loki's Asgardian healing, his body wasn't perfect. He still needed help in some regard, and you could help him. Your touch was gentle, and Loki realized that from the start. It was one of the things that drew him towards you the most. She'd never love me. His mind haunted him. I'm a monster.
In all reality, you were drawn towards Loki too. You thought he was good-looking, misunderstood, slightly brooding. He was mysterious, and you wanted to know more.
Eventually, Loki made himself to be a primary resident in the tower he once swore to destroy. Along the Avengers and yourself, Loki began to make himself at home. For the most part. He kept relatively quiet and to himself, occasionally reading in the common room when not in his bedroom. He traveled outside for dinner or a coffee at times, but for the most part, tended to make his meals with Thor in the kitchen. Loki didn't particularly like the attention he was given upon going out in public. People were either scared of him or resented him. They didn't understand.
You empathized with Loki like no one else ever had before. You could, genuinely, feel his emotions. At times, when you felt them, you were tempted to lower their potency to make them more tolerable. However, you also understood that Loki needed to process his emotions regarding this entire incident. You couldn't dilute or show favoritism towards anyone. That would simply be unfair. You also knew that you had the ability to take his emotions on yourself, which tempted you often. Especially when there were days when Loki sulked around the compound. This happened frequently after he had gone out and been ridiculed by passersby. Some days were certainly worse than others.
Another thing that seemed to cause Loki to sulk around the compound was jealousy. You felt it, but didn't know the cause. However, you could sense romantic feelings coming from Loki. Not for me, you thought to yourself. Probably for someone like Natasha, or one of Stark's interns.
Christmas was soon to arrive. Only a few more days. The compound was delicately decorated, with the help of Thor, Pepper, Clint, yourself, and a few others. Garlands lined the ceiling, string lights hanging down from them. Red bows littered the walls, and wreaths were hung on seemingly every door available. Poinsettias were placed on the dining room table and the end tables in the living room. A large pine tree covered in tinsel and ornaments were bestrewed upon it sat in the living room as the main feature.
It was safe to say that Loki was very outside his comfort zone. He had never celebrated anything like this, and you could tell. He sat perched on a chair in the living room, watching as you and several others decorated cheerfully. You danced around the room, and he found himself watching your legs longingly. So elegant, so beautiful. How he'd love to have those legs wrapped -
Loki snapped himself outside of his thoughts for a moment, realizing the direction he'd been taking them. You glanced at him for just a moment, and realized how he'd been feeling just moments ago. The emotion that flooded off of him was one of pure sex. You felt yourself reciprocating and feeling his emotion. As you flung your eyes up to catch his, the look he gave you was one that a predator would give their prey.
Soon thereafter you glanced away, his gaze being too intimidating to hold onto for the time being. But the way he looked at you - so - longingly. It made you wonder how he truly felt for you. Maybe he only thought of you as a sexual escapade rather than a potential relationship. Or maybe you were mistaken, that his eyes were longing for Natasha rather than yourself. You shook off the feeling. What you failed to notice, however, is how Loki's gaze swam up and down your body several times before resting on his novel once more.
He mentally took photos of the effortless bun that sat on top of your head, your doe eyes, your plump lips, the curvature in your breasts and bum, your lengthy legs. When you jumped up with excitement for a moment, Loki became entranced by the bounce that came from your bosom. Fuck he thought to himself. I'm screwed.
Your eyes caught his once more, and the same predatory gaze on his eyes. You bit your lip and Loki felt himself harden in his pants before you looked away again. Why does he look like that? You thought to yourself.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS" you heard Thor shout before, in a moment, your legs were flung from beneath you and suddenly, you were wrapped in Thor's arms. One thing you had learned upon joining the Avengers is that Thor Odinson was incredibly affectionate. Not towards anyone specifically, but you were small enough to lift with merely an ounce of effort, and Thor was entertained by that. Comparatively, you lifting up a 6 oz infant would have taken a similar amount of effort. You giggled as he held you bridal style, slightly taken aback by Thor's excitement.
In a sudden instant, however, you felt jealously radiating from the other side of the room. Loki. Surprisingly, when you went to look back at him, he had disappeared. Loki couldn't stand another man's arms around you, especially his own brother's. Thor had always gotten everything that Loki never did. From what it seemed, you would be no different. That in itself destroyed Loki.
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Later that night, you couldn't sleep. You hadn't seen Loki at movie night, and you were fearful for his wellbeing. The jealousy that you had felt in the common room from earlier still lingered there. Typically, emotions faded rather quickly. But this one, in its potency, stuck around.
You wandered into the kitchen at roughly 1 am, hopeful that no one would be around. Thankfully, the rest of the compound was fast asleep. Except for one God, but you didn't know that. You began the process of making sugar cookies. Baking always helped you clear your head, and the silencing spell you cast helped make it quieter and more manageable for a 1 am burst of energy. While normally the mixer would be able to wake up the entirety of the compound, now the only thing that would indicate your presence was the sweet, sugary smell of delicious treats.
You combined your wet and dry ingredients with the mixer, meanwhile gathering ingredients for frosting and decorations. Unbeknownst to you, Loki had wandered down from his quarters for a midnight snack. He couldn't sleep either, the image of your delicate form in Thor's muscular arms replayed through his mind constantly.
The image that he saw now, however, made him forget all about Thor's actions from earlier that night. You, dressed in your black, lacy, silky smooth pajamas, reaching for sprinkles in the upper cabinet. The length of the shorts you were left little to the imagination, and the slight v-neck and spaghetti straps exposed the soft skin of your arms, shoulders, and chest. Loki felt himself harden for the second time in your presence that day, and in his slight daze, he approached you. Despite your typical ability to sense emotions and the presence of others, you were so focused on reaching for those damn sprinkles that you failed to notice Loki nearing you.
You gasped as Loki placed his left hand on your hip bone, gently grazing the top portion of your thigh. You shuttered, almost jumping out of his grasp. "Gosh you scared me!" You gasped as Loki had a mere touch of the silk pajamas you wore. "My apologies darling. Allow me," he spoke as his hand passed yours and gently grazed it upon grabbing the sprinkle container. He set it down in front of you, not moving his left hand from your thigh just yet. Loki would cherish this moment for eternity. "Thank you Loki" you spoke gratefully. Loki leaned down to your ear, whispering "My pleasure, love." As you shuttered once more.
Why does he make me feel like this? You wondered, before your thoughts were cut off. "Why are you up so late, doll?" Loki had stepped back now, his body no longer in contact with yours. "I- um-" you started, nervous from your past interaction. "I just couldn't sleep." You responded. "I could ask you the same." You began, gaining a bit more confidence in the conversation.
"Same here, darling." The constant pet names that flowed from Loki's mouth were intoxicating. Despite the little bits of awkwardness you felt, overall you were comfortable with Loki. Although, your outfit choice would have been slightly different had you known that anyone would present themselves in the kitchen that night. A little more coverage, perhaps?
Loki, however, would be thrilled to see you in even less. The dreams and fantasies that he had in regards to you and himself were detailed, but not as detailed as the lovely lace that lined your thighs, your revealed stomach, and your breasts. His fantasies could never compare to your breathtaking presence. God, you were beautiful, in every single sense of the word. He had never seen a creature as magnificent as you.
"Anything specific on your mind, Loke?" You broke him out of his thoughts, now. You grew more and more confident as you felt his emotions pour into the room. As much as you doubted his feelings towards you, you had never been wrong with reading someone before. And Loki's emotions were drowning in sex, love, and sensuality. From what it seemed, they were directed towards you. Either that, or he was feeling extremely deep for someone who wasn't present. But the probability wasn't super likely, considering how strong they were.
Loki suddenly got timid, as if you had caught him. It wasn't often that he became shy, but his emotions towards you made him feel that way. To an extent. Loki was dominant and typically could guide in relationships, but there was something about you that made him hold back. He wanted to be gentle with you. "Not specifically, love. Sometimes I'm just kept up with my thoughts." You nodded in understanding. "Well, if you feel like cookie-making, I'll be up for a little while." You offered, and a smile grew on Loki's face. Being alone? With you? In the privacy of the compound kitchen at 1 am? Count me in, he thought.
"What can I help with?" He offered sweetly. "Well, I have the cookie dough made, so now we need to roll it out and use cookie cutters to make them into fun shapes!" You spoke excitedly, a certain light being brought to your eyes. "You do love this Midgardian holiday, don't you darling?" Loki asked.
"Of course, it's all about giving! What's not to love?" You smiled.
"You're telling me we're not going to devour these cookies all by ourselves?" Loki questioned teasingly. You looked at him in fake offense, placing a hand against your chest. "How dare you speak of such a thing! There's plenty to go around." You rebutted. He winkled at you, sending a shiver up your spine.
You handed Loki the rolling pin, which he looked at, perplexed. You realized that this task may be more difficult than anticipated. At least, for the Asgardian God. You placed the dough down, sprinkling a little flour on top. "Here," you guided him, coming behind him and helping his hands with the motion. "Just like that."
Loki began rolling out the dough, his action becoming more and more confident as he continued. You grabbed the festive cookie cutters that you would use on the dough as he rolled it out to the proper thickness.
You began the process of the shaping the cookies, rolling out the dough after you ran out of space. Stars, Christmas trees, candy canes, ornaments, and stockings lined the baking trays, and soon enough, you had roughly fifty cookies ready to bake. You lightly clapped your hands in excitement, looking up towards Loki. "Thank you, Loke." You smiled, watching as a glimmer of peace came upon his eyes. "You're welcome, doll. This is the most fun I've had in a long time." While the cookies baked, you began on the frosting.
The frosting was finished, and you took a little bit on your pinky finger to taste. Loki watched as you brought your smallest finger to your lips, opening them just the slightest bit, sliding your pinky inside your mouth, and sucking the frosting right off of it. Your cheeks pursed inwards, surrounding the digit.
Loki's emotions immediately skyrocketed at the sight. That was something you instantly took notice of. Oh, I could have some fun with this, you thought. This time, you took your index finger, grabbing some more. You headed towards Loki, who had planted himself on a barstool at the previous sight. "Want to try some, Loke?" You spoke seductively, and his jaw dropped in invitation. You brought your finger into his mouth, holding his jaw with your other hand. He sucked the frosting off as slowly as possible, savoring every single moment of this.
You finally pulled your finger away, a slight bit of resistance due to the pull from Loki's mouth. "Delicious, darling." Loki spoke, smirking the slightest bit. Gaining a bit of confidence, Loki stood up, suddenly towering over you. "I wonder if you taste just as sweet."
You gasped at his remark as Loki backed you until you hit the counter. Your wetness began to grow, and he pressed against you. "May I?" Loki spoke confidently, holding your neck in one hand. You nodded hesitantly, looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Loki began to bring his head to level yours, then resting his forehead on yours. Hesitantly, you began the pursuit of his lips with yours. He matched your energy, gliding his lips across yours effortlessly, and suddenly, he pulled at your lip, granting himself access. In the meantime, his opposite hand traveled lower, pulling at the elastic waistband of your shorts. You pulled back, gasping for air. "I need to taste you down there too, darling." You groaned in anticipation, but pressed at his chest. "We need to get the cookies in the oven." You spoke.
"Just let me have a swipe, darling. Please." Loki indicated with his index finger, curling it slightly. You moaned as he instantaneously stuck his hand down your shorts, pushing past your waistband, in order to collect your juices, trailing from your entrance up to flick your clit ever so slightly, then bringing his finger up to his mouth to devour every bit of your sweet nectar. He groaned himself, bringing a peck to your mouth mere seconds afterwards.
"You taste like Valhalla, my sweet. Promise me I will get more of a taste after these cookies are complete." He held your jaw, and your lips met his once more. "Of course, Loki." You smiled as he backed up from your form to resume the cookie making process.
You took the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool for several minutes. In the meantime, Loki latched onto you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He pecked your cheeks, whispering delicious fantasies into your ear. Suddenly, a thought hit you. "Um- hey Loki?"
"Yes, love?" Loki responded eagerly.
"Do you- like- actually like me- or am I a sexual fantasy for you?" You pondered.
"Oh, darling. My sweet darling. You are the most beautiful, pure mortal I have ever met. You are adorable, kind, and gentle. I want you to be mine. My sexual fantasies are just the ways I wish to claim you and your precious form." You turned to look at him, smiling. "I'm really glad you came down for a midnight snack." He smiled back. The amount of love that radiated from Loki was unlike anything you had ever felt before.
"You had my heart from the second that your gentle touch healed my wounds." Loki told you. You looked up at him hopefully. "Truly?"
"Absolutely."
You and Loki both grew tired finally, after completing and decorating the cookies. Sprinkles and frosting, slightly haphazardly placed on each cookie, you noted that the further you got into decorating, the worse the treats looked. Not that Thor, or anyone else for that matter, would care about the appearance of the cookies in the slightest.
What they would notice, however, is both Loki and yourself cuddled up on the couch in the common room, sharing a pillow with a blanket covering you.
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