Leg Day (Loki x Female Reader) 18+ Only
Warnings: heavy smut, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (F receiving), overstimulation, and pretty much being at the mercy of the God of Mischief!
For the first time in a while, you had the training room to yourself which was highly unusual for this time of day. After doing a few minutes on the treadmill to warm up, you had been doing a few rounds on the punching bag when you felt him watching you. In the mirror, you locked eyes with the picture of perfection leaning against the doorway.
Just as you stopped and removed your ear buds, Loki came over and handed you a bottle of water before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His lips on the side of your neck caused you to flinch and nearly choke on the swig you had just taken before letting out a laugh.
“Handsy today, are we?”
“What can I say, Darling? I love seeing you out of breath, even if it’s not my doing.”
He winked at you before reaching down to undo the wrist braces you were wearing to train in.
“I actually came to tell you that I told the others that we would join them tonight for dinner and dancing. How does that sound?”
You finished wiping the sweat from your face with the towel on your shoulder and gave him a lingering kiss.
“Sounds great. What time are we meeting them?”
“The dinner reservation is at 7, Love.”
Your head whipped over to the clock on the wall beside you before you let out a growl.
“Loki, that is in less than an hour!”
The god in front of you looked confused.
“Precisely, that is why I came to get you. There is still plenty of time though.”
With a roll of your eyes, you pushed past him to rush to the door.
“Not all of us can snap our fingers and get ready in a flash of light, Mischief. I still need to shower and shave my legs, not to mention hair and makeup. These things take time for women, Loki.”
“Then don’t shave. I don’t understand the Midgardian custom anyways. It’s just hair, Dear.”
You mumbled under your breath as you nearly sprinted down the hall to your room.
“Says the Greek God himself…”
He hated when you called him that and you knew it. In the moment though, it was worth it for the frustration he caused you sometimes.
When he followed you into your room, you stripped off your hoodie and tossed it at him, hitting him directly in the face.
“If you are truly concerned with time, I could join you in the shower and assist you if you wish…”
Striping by the laundry hamper, you let him enjoy the view before making your way into your shared bathroom.
“Cool it Lover Boy. That would be the opposite of helping and you know it. Just sit and wait like a good boyfriend. I’ll be out soon.”
With a sigh, he stretched out on your bed and pulled one of his books off your nightstand. In the few months that the two of you had been dating, his books were slowly expanding from his room into yours. The bathroom between your two rooms practically made it one big suite now that you shared a bed nearly every night. He had no idea how well your room assignments would be an advantage when you first moved into the tower. The passage between the two rooms even helped to conceal the budding relationship for as long as possible.
The sound of your “shower playlist” on the speaker in the bathroom echoed through the room and made him smile at all the times he had sat in his room and listened to your singing. After two songs, you opened the door once more giving him an incredible view of you in nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around your body. Just as he was about to return to his book, you lifted your leg up onto the vanity next to the sink. Loki had always loved how long your legs were whether in your skintight suit for missions or wrapped around his hips. This was a sight he hadn’t seen before, however. The book in his hands slowly closed and was discarded on the bed next to him. He watched as you applied the cream from the can you kept in the corner of the shower and began to drag the razor slowly up the length of your left leg. With your foot perched up in front of you into the sink, the slit in the towel gave him occasion peaks as to the treasures hidden underneath it. His eyes were locked onto your movements as you cleaned off the razor in the sink and continued making long strokes up your shin and across your knee to your thigh. It was such a simple task, but he had never seen something so sensual in his life. Loki leaned to adjust his position to get a better view and was mesmerized as you softly sang along to the song playing while staying fully concentrated to your actions. Without looking away from you, he felt around on the nightstand for his cell to send off a quick message to the group.
Just as you were finishing shaving and about to move on to blow-drying your hair, your cell phone dinged with multiple notifications, interrupting the music that was playing.
“Umm..hey Lohk? Why is the team telling me to feel better soon?”
His voice called out from his post on your bed.
“Because I told them you didn’t feel well, and we wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.”
You set the blow dryer down with a huff.
“Okay, and why would you do that after I’ve nearly finished getting ready?!”
The sultry purr was directly in your ear this time.
“When I’m finished with you pet, you will barely be able to stand, let alone dance tonight…”
A gasp escaped your lips as you locked eyes with him in the mirror in front of you. The look in the god’s eyes was dark and lustful but so full of promises. Before you had the chance to react, he spun you around in his arms to face him and lifted you up to sit on the counter. With a single fluid motion, Loki pushed between your legs and captured your lips in a passionate kiss hard enough to make you lean back against the mirror with force. Luckily, his hand gripping the back of your head cushioned the impact as his tongue intertwined with yours, causing a moan deep in your throat. He lightly grazed his teeth over your bottom lip before pulling away enough to reach up and pull the towel open. The fabric fell onto the counter around you as he slipped his hands underneath you to hoist you up towards him. Your legs locked around his waist as Loki turned and guided the two of you towards the door at the other end of the bathroom. Without breaking the kiss, he crossed the room and gently deposited you onto his silk sheets. His long fingers reached behind him to unwrap your legs before leaving a trail of kisses and bites down your neck and across your chest until he sucked and nipped at the underside of your breast. You moaned and arched your back, causing a smirk to form on his lips as they traveled to provide the other one with the same attention. The feel of him leaving his marks on your skin was the perfect amount of pleasure and pain. The long raven curls blocked your view of his face providing no warning of when his kisses would turn into bites as he traveled down your stomach and across your hips. A whine slipped when he skipped over the area you wanted him at the most.
Lifting up onto your elbows, you watched as his fingertips lightly grazed down your leg until they reached your ankle, raising it up to his lips. Loki left rough kisses up your calf until he reached your thigh. He followed the same path up the other leg as well until both thighs were resting on his shoulders. The entire time he lowered his torso onto the bed between your legs, his eyes never left yours. Just as he left a love bite on your inner thigh, your head falls back. The moan that escapes increases in volume when you feel his mouth finally latch on to the spot you need him at. Your fingers tightly grip onto his hair, causing a deep groan to echo through your core. The normally perfectly placed curls are now wild and untamed, just the way you like them. When you look back down at his position between your thighs, you realize his eyes are focused on your face watching your expression. Locking eyes with him, your breathing comes out in small pants. With a wink and a perfectly timed flick of his tongue, you fall back against the pillows with a scream. All thought processing becomes impossible as Loki sends you over the edge over and over without a break. You are vaguely aware of crying out his name like a chant as you fist the sheets until his face once again appears above you. The grin on his lips is almost sinful as he leans down to kiss just below your ear before latching onto your neck.
“Breath for me, Pet. I need you to stay awake for this. No passing out and ruining my fun like last time…”
Before you have the chance to completely regulate your breathing, he’s positioned between your legs and buries himself with one long slow thrust forcing the air from your lungs. The way his head rolls back releasing a loud groan is the sexist thing you’ve ever seen. You will never grow tired of the sight. Ever the gentleman, he restrains himself to let you adjust to him until your hand falls onto his thigh, your signal that you’re ready for him to move. The pace of his hips doesn’t stay slow for long. Feeling you already tightening around him, Loki falls forward to hold onto the top of the headboard above you to support his weight. The sound of the wood splintering under his grip is barely audible over the sounds that fill the room. Even though his face is shadowed by the curtain of black hair as he stares down at you, you can just make out the way he’s got his bottom lip tucked between his teeth to hold back his release. The vision above you is heaven and enough to force you to come undone once again with a scream. The way your locked onto him makes it impossible to hold back anymore. His hands slip from the headboard to let his body collapse onto you. Loki has you pinned against the bed beneath him with his weight supported on his forearms on either side of your face. His lips find yours for one more passionate kiss before his eyes roll back. You feel him tuck his head into the crook of your neck as the rhythm of his thrusts begin to become increasingly unsteady. With one final bite on your shoulder to muffle his cry, you feel his warmth spread deep into your abdomen.
His body slumps to the side, pulling you on top of him as he rolls onto his back. As the two of you begin to catch your breath, he gently kisses the top of your head as he grazes his fingertips down your bare back.
“Who needs dinner and dancing? This was so much better…”
You look up at him with a drunken expression as he chuckles. Loki’s hand tucks the hair behind your ear before narrowing his eyes.
“Was? Oh, I am far from done with you, Love…”
The god’s rebound time… or lack of any honestly… would always amaze you. You could feel him growing hard inside you and the next few hours were a blur of orgasms and position changes. Loki put you where he wanted you with ease as if you were a precious ragdoll. At one point, on the way back to the shower, he took you against the wall as he carried you and again on the bathroom counter while the water heated up. He made good on his promise of making sure you couldn’t stand, which lead to him having to pin you to the back wall of the shower to keep you from falling.
After making you come undone one last time with his fingers, he turned off the water and dried the two of you off. While you got dressed, he went off in search of food from the kitchen since it was already quite late, and he had caused you to miss dinner. Absolutely spent of all energy, you laid propped up against the headboard of your bed while you finished the sandwich he had made. Loki had your legs draped across his lap as he lightly grazed the back of his fingers up your legs to your thighs and back down at a slow leisurely pace. He proudly smirked at the marks on your inner thighs before admiring the ones on your chest and neck that weren’t concealed by your camisole tank top.
“What got into you tonight, Babe? Not that I am complaining! However, one of us in fact mortal…”
Without tilting his head up, his eyes looked up at you briefly before going back to watch the path his fingertips were taking over your smooth skin.
“The little show you put on after your shower wasn’t intention, Darling?”
Show? Your mind replays through your shower to getting ready. He jumped you second you cleaned off your legs in the sink.
“Watching me shave my legs? That’s what got you so worked up tonight? Hmm”
His hand drifted up under your top as his fingers spread out across your stomach.
“The way your long, gorgeous legs were stretched out in front of you. The occasional peaks underneath your short towel. I found it extremely erotic, Pet.”
His hand once again ran down your freshly shaved legs until he laced his fingers in between your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze.
“It may not be a custom I am familiar with, but if that’s how you look doing it, it is something I can get used to. The silkiness of your skin is just a bonus.”
After the two of you finished eating, he curled up behind you and drifted off to sleep. Just before dawn, you woke up to him kissing down your neck. Loki promptly removed your pajamas and took you for another two rounds. When you emerged from your room a little while later, you found Nat and a few others already awake as they prepared breakfast. Her face lit up when she saw you step into the kitchen.
“Hey Sweetie, feeling better? We missed you guys last night.”
Remembering the text Loki had sent, you quickly covered.
“I am. I just went too hard on my work out yesterday. We’ll catch you guys next time.”
Loki pulled the chair out for you and gently kissed the top of your head before going to make you both a cup of coffee. When you sat down a little too hard, you winced at the soreness between your legs. Steve noticed the uncomfortable look on your face as you rubbed your thighs through your leggings.
“Those leg days can be killer sometimes.”
Loki set your mug down in front of you before sneaking a wink at you, hiding his smirk behind his own cup of coffee. You shook your head as a blush swept across your cheeks.
“Oh… you have no idea…”
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Five Ways to Say I Love You
Pairing: Loki x mute!reader
Series Summary: When you become the new owner of Loki’s favorite bookstore, your quiet nature draws him in. Soon, he learns you can’t speak at all. As you grow closer, the god learns ways to say “I love you” without even saying anything at all.
Chapter Summary: As you and Loki grow closer, you’re both flattered and shocked to find the other has remembered things about you.
Chapter Warnings: not proofread
A/N: Sign language in italics! Enjoy :)
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🍂 MASTERLIST 🍂
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
Loki frowned at his phone and the string of messages you last sent. He hoped it wasn’t too busy. Yes, he wanted you to be able to support yourself and drumming up some business was part of that, but a part of him couldn’t help but fret for his haven. One of the reasons he loved it so much was its quiet calm. At least you’d still be there, whether it was packed or not. That was reason enough to still go. He was about to reply when you sent another message.
Stretching, the god got out of bed. He hadn’t gotten much sleep, but he’d been lounging in his pajamas all morning. He cycled through a few outfits, using his seiðr before settling on something comfortable and light. It had gotten real hot again mid summer, but Loki hated showing skin. Casting the same spell to paint his nails black, Loki decided he was ready.
Next, it was off to the kitchen. Despite his reluctance to take care of himself, Loki was quite the chef. It was one of the hobbies he’d picked up on Midgard. There wasn’t much time to waste, so the food he prepared was quick and easy. He packed up the conjured picnic basket as he went.
“Hey there, Reindeer Games. Extra hungry today?” Tony asked as he strode into the kitchen, destroying the peace.
The Avenger had been back for a few weeks, and though it had been over a month since Loki first became your friend, he didn’t mention you very much. In his opinion, there was too much that could go wrong. If it hadn’t been for Thor blabbing to the rest of the team, they probably would have had no idea Loki had even made a friend.
“Everything alright, buddy?” Tony checked when Loki didn’t respond.
“Yes, Anthony. I am just going to meet someone.”
“Ohh, very nice. We have some iced tea in the fridge if you want to bring that,” Tony offered, pouring some coffee for himself.
Loki went to look for it, finding it behind a pitcher of lemonade. He decided to pour that into a couple of thermoses and grabbed some water bottles too. That way, you would have options.
“What happened to the coffee maker in the lab?” the god asked.
“Lab accident,” Tony shrugged. “Need a ride or anything?”
Grabbing the now fully packed basket, Loki shook his head. He appreciated the offer and the way the team was always looking out for him, but really, he’d rather not risk Tony meeting you just yet. He wasn’t embarrassed of him, per se, but he could be a lot.
“I will be alright to walk, thank you.”
“Ok then. I’ll see you later. Have fun, call if you need anything,” Tony said, almost father-like, as Loki began to leave. “Oh! And Thor wants to talk to you. Go see him later. And let us know if you’re not going to be back in time for dinner, ok?”
“I will,” the god promised on both accounts, pressing the button and waiting for the elevator.
Unfortunately, Loki wasn’t left alone quite yet. When the elevator doors opened, he was greeted with the raucous laughter of Sam, Bucky, and Steve. He’d hoped they’d be getting off, but no such luck; it seemed they were only heading out for their run now.
“Hey, Lokes,” Bucky greeted.
The god replied with a mumbled hello and a nod of his head. He often felt insecure about how lean he was. Even if he had definition of his own, he had nowhere near the muscle mass of most of his friends. And he didn’t blame them either! Loki was just as strong as any of them, stronger even, but it reminded him too much of the ridicule he received on Asgard. Though he oft missed it, he was glad he didn’t live there anymore.
“Are you headed to Central Park?” Cap asked, eyeing the basket as the elevator began its descent again.
Loki nodded once again, already beginning to panic.
“We’re headed there too. Want to walk there together?”
“No thank you,” Loki shook his head. “I have a stop to make first.”
“We don’t mind,” Bucky assured. “Where are you going?”
“No, no. I would not want to hold you up.”
Steve began to speak again, but Sam cut in, “No worries, we’ll see you later then.” Loki shot him a look of thanks, realizing he was meant to save the god from his worry. They parted ways outside the building. “Stay safe and have fun.”
“Thank you,” Loki sighed. “You too.”
Sometimes he was worried he was cold or standoffish to his teammates, but he really did consider them friends. They seemed to realize that too, but still, he was concerned about it. Yet they all appeared to understand, thankfully. Maybe he ought to be less of a worrywart.
He put in his earbuds for the walk, quickly scrolling through his library before settling on Måneskin. Then he checked the weather, making sure the storm that was rolling in still wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow. The weather was always a fickle thing, but luckily it hadn’t changed yet.
In no time at all, he reached The Book Nook, being welcomed by the tinkling of the bell. He’d pulled his earbuds out specifically to be able to hear it.
“Flip the sign please?” you asked in between ringing up books for a frazzled mother, keeping an eye on the two children running around her feet and the wailing one in her arms.
Loki turned the sign so that it read “closed” to the public before heading over to the kids and distracting them all with a mini fireworks show in his hand. The mother thanked him profusely.
Once they were gone, the store was empty but for you and Loki. You pulled out the picnic blanket you kept stored. Loki had conjured it the first time you’d gone to Central Park to eat together, and you’d held onto it ever since.
“Ready to head out?”
“Yup,” Loki replied, hitting the lights.
Both of you put in your earbuds and chose an album, pressing play at the same moment. Neither you nor the god would have mind sharing a single pair, and in fact had a number of times; it was too hard to walk with that set up, though.
Loki’s heart skipped a beat and his face began to burn when you grabbed his hand, almost getting separated by the throng crossing the street. He pulled you closer to him and slowed his pace so it wouldn’t happen again. You let go shortly after, but his heart was still racing. He didn’t mind exactly, not when it was you, but touch was still a bit of a sensitive thing for him.
Hundreds of opportunities laid before you in the sprawling park, and it took a bit of walking before you found a spot you wanted to settle at. You tried to help unpack the basket, but Loki just told you to enjoy the sun. Laying down, you smiled at him as he went about laying out the meal.
The last thing he pulled out was your favorite fruit, setting it down right next to you. You sat up, putting a piece in your mouth. Your gaze softened even further. “You remembered.”
“Well, of course. If you tell me, it’s important to me.”
Flustered, you ducked your head, eating some more fruit. “Thank you.”
A while after you were done eating, the two of you just laying in the sunlight, his phone buzzed. You’d texted him a picture you’d taken of him, basking in the warm glow, eyes shut and arms behind his head.
His face burned.
He quickly snapped a photo of you and sent it.
Loki scooched over, offering you an earbud. This time, you could share the same pair, stationary on the ground. His fingers tapped out the beat of the music and before he could even worry about you getting annoyed, your fingers joined in.
“You know,” he said after a few songs, “maybe I could come by tonight and help you unpack the new shipment again? That is, if you would like me too.”
Pausing the music and taking out the earbud, you sat up to reply. “That’d be great! Thank you, Loki.”
Nervous about his next proposition, and trusting no one part of his body, Loki spoke the words while he signed, “You mentioned wanting to window art, too. I can bring some supplies and do some. If you want.”
You looked at him with nothing less than awe. “That would be so amazing! You’re too good to me.”
“Nonsense. There’s no such thing.”
Looking at your phone, you checked the time, frowning. “I should probably head back.”
“May I walk you?”
Your smile returned. “I would like that.”
Arriving back at the Tower, Loki remembered Thor wanted to see him. Luckily, his brother’s room was right across the hall from his own. Even from outside, he could hear music blaring. He knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Thor called. “It is open.”
Already missing the peace he’d left behind at the park, he walked in. His brother was in the middle of his room, shirtless, doing push-ups. Loki perched on what he considered to be a rather tasteless chair.
“Anthony said you wanted to see me,” he shouted over the music.
Thankfully, Thor lowered it and stopped his exercising, facing his brother. Loki offered him the water bottle resting on the table—coaster-less, much to the younger brother’s chagrin—which Thor chugged.
“I did...” Thor finally replied. “I am going back to Asgard.”
Loki’s heart sped up already. Gulping, he asked the two questions struggling for dominance in his mind. “Forever? Must I come too?”
“Just two weeks. You do not have to come, but I would like it if you did. Mother and father would like to see you. Would you like to join?”
Loki hugged his knees to his chest. And made a noise that vaguely sounded like “I don’t know.”
Thor frowned. “I do not need to know right now, but I leave in there days. You’ve missed the last several visits... Just think about it, alright?”
The younger brother nodded. He knew Thor didn’t mean to push him; it was coming from a place of love. He just wasn’t sure he was ready to go back to his home world. To walk over the Bifröst. To see the void below...
“May I hug you, brother?” Thor asked.
Nodding once more and opening his arms, Loki sighed in relief at the contact, squeezing tight. Thor pat Loki’s back a few times before pulling away and ruffling his hair. Laughing, the trickster promptly fixed it, certain it was revenge for the last time he’d done that to his brother.
“It has been a bit since we spent time together,” Thor pointed out. “Shall we play cards or something of the like?”
“On one condition.” Loki scrunched his nose. “Please put a shirt on.”
Chuckling, Thor grabbed the tee draped over the back of the couch. “Deal.”
The rain came early and Loki found himself at your doorstep drenched. You ushered him in, worry etched on your features, thinking he might get sick. The god just gave you a smile and dried himself off using seiðr.
“Hello again,” he signed.
“Long time, no see,” you joked with a grin.
Working together, the shipment was unpacked in no time. Then it was onto the windows. Loki pulled out window markers from his dimensional pocket, as well as some paper and pencils so you could plan. In the end, and after many potential designs, the two of you decided on a pond with some frogs. Some of the amphibians were reading, and Loki added in some flying birds for good measure.
It was practically midnight by the time you finished, but your smile was incredible, Loki thought. It was a much better way to spend his evening, rather than staring at the ceiling, praying to the Norns for some rest yet again.
“You said you drew on occasion,” you signed in disbelief, “but, Loki, you’re amazing! Can I see some of your other work?”
Loki was touched that you remembered something he’d only said in passing. That being said, he was rather shy about his art.
“Yay! No pressure of course.”
“Thank you.” Loki checked the time again. “It is late. I should be going.”
“Wait! I wanted to ask...” you trailed off, hesitant. Loki nodded, urging you on. “You seem upset. Is everything ok?”
Loki couldn’t look you in the eye as he replied. He turned away and began packing the supplies up instead. “Yes. I am alright. Thank you, though.”
“Oh. Ok,” you replied when he looked back at you. “It’s just that you said you picked at your nails when you’re nervous. And, well...”
Loki looked down at his hands to find he was indeed giving himself away with that nervous tic. He was surprised you remembered. Sighing, he sat down on the floor.
“Thor is going back to Asgard for a visit, and he asked me to join him.” Loki frowned. “I don’t know that I want to, but I’m afraid of letting anyone down.”
“If you’re not ready, Loki, don’t go. Your well-being is most important. I know you said some bad things happened there, and you don’t have to tell me what they were! But if they’re going to affect you, just stay. Please. Your family will understand.”
He looked at the ground for a moment. Did he really matter that much? Did he really have the right to it taking care of himself over keeping his family happy? You seemed to think so.
“Ok,” he finally replied. “I’ll stay. I don’t think I can go back.”
“I’m proud of you, and I’m here for you.”
“Thank you.” Loki offered a tired smile. “I should probably go home and see if Thor is up for me to tell him. Thank you again.”
“You’re welcome, Loki. Anytime.”
Once you were finished cleaning up, you said goodbye at the door before Loki disappeared into the rainy night. As he walked, he tried to imagine the plump drops drenching him once again washing his worries away. He’d explain to Thor and Thor would tell Frigga and they’d both understand. And Odin couldn’t care less, Loki was sure.
The god felt much better after talking to you. He just had to remember what you said. He still couldn’t believe you kept the things he told you about himself in mind. Any of his past “friends” brushed such things away. Could it be? Did you truly care that much?
Whether or not you did, there was one thing Loki was sure he’d remember; your smile and how happy it made him. And from that day on, he planned to do everything in his power to keep you smiling, just like you did him.
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The Illusion of Victory-Part 2
Thank you everyone so much for being patient! I'm feeling a lot better now, so I hope you enjoy the next part
I would also like to dedicate this part to @handmaiden-of-mischief Kiki reaching 2K followers! She was a massive inspiration to me and one of the reasons I starting doing writing myself! Please go and show her all the love 🖤💚🖤
My master post is here with the previous series and other parts
Pairing: Loki x Female reader
Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, after killing Thanos on Knowhere, the Time Variants Authority abduct you and Loki the God of Mischief.
Word count: 2K
Warnings: SMUT (18+ Don’t make me ban you horny teens), strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), Fluff, references to miscarriage.
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“What kind of a sick joke is this?!” You yelled at Mobius, staring unbelieving at your own smug face looking back at you from across the table. “Well, variant. If you would let us, explain without yelling like an angry child, I’m certain we could tell you.” The other you across the table smirked and tilted her head slightly. “Fuck you where irritating.” You thought to yourself. You knew you acted like this when you wanted to get a reaction out of someone, so you supressed the urge to retaliate, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Proceed then, fake me” you said, mustering as much venom in your voice as you could. “Okay, moving on then.” The other you chirped far to happily, “As you know I’m Y/N Discordia, the Goddess of Strife, but for the sake of keeping communication simple between us you can call me Cordi.” She paused, looking at you for some sort of reaction, but you shrugged and continued to look around the room, searching for any kind of exit or escape route. Cordi narrowed her eyes at you and continued, despite your obvious disinterest, “I’m employed here at the TVA as an Analyst”, “Junior analyst, at least until I review your performance on this case” Mobius interrupted, never looking away from the computer he was still trying to get to work. “Right, Junior Analyst, for now.” Cordi sighed rolling her eyes. “We’ve brought you here because we need your experience, we’re dealing with a variant who has been ambushing and killing our minute men, all we know so far is from DNA samples we’ve collected from the scenes is the variant carries the DNA of one Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and one Y/N Potts, Goddess of Victory.” Your eyes blinked back to look at Cordi as the weight of her words set in. “Wait. So, you’re telling me a child I haven’t even had yet is killing people??” you asked, completely shell shocked by the information being thrown at you. “Well sort of, this child would have come from a variant of you and Loki. But regardless, we need you both to cooperate with us and help us catch them. As variants of their parents, we hope you’ll be able to anticipate their next moves and perhaps even be able to reason with them.” Mobius explained as an image of you and Loki holding a toddler in your arms appeared on screen. They had your Y/H/C hair, and bright green mischievous eyes that reminded you of Loki’s and was wearing a pair of tiny horns that mimicked Loki’s golden helmet. You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl but the sight of you and Loki, with this tiny life, so happy brought tears to your eyes, as you got off your seat and approached the image, as if trying to touch it. “Y/N, will you help us?” Mobius asked, gently bringing you back to your new reality. You quickly wiped away your tears on the sleeve of your beige jump suit and turned to face them. “Where is Loki? I need to talk to him before I agree to anything.” You said, your voice full of determination, despite your eyes still brimming with tears. “We’ll go get him. Mobius? A word in private please.” Cordi said, getting up from the table and talking to the door with mobius following her. You walked back to the table where the computer was as you pressed it you heard Loki’s voice ring out in the room around you. “You can do it! walk to daddy!” you heard as you watched the screen as the tiny toddler began shakily walking towards where Loki was standing, while you held the toddler’s hands as you guided them over to your lover. You let out a breathy laugh crying at how happy you and Loki where, and what could have been, as your hands travelled down to wrap around your abdomen, where the life inside you should have been. The images filtered onwards, until you seen what looked to be you and Loki in a beautiful painted room. You were wearing a beautiful white gown, with a crown of emerald-green roses with gold thorns and a long veil as Loki wore his beautiful green and gold armour. “I do, now and forever” he smiled at you on the screen. “Oh, my Gods, are we getting married?” you thought, as the scene played out in front of you, warming your
heart and making you smile. Next the screen flashed forward, and your blood ran cold, as you recognised the face on the screen. Thanos. You thought as you looked on in horror, watching your lover point a dagger at the mad titian, only to be frozen in mid-air, “Undying?” Thanos’s voice reverberated through the empty room and rattled you to your very core. “You should choose your words more carefully” Thanos continued as he wrapped his hand around Loki’s neck, raising him off the ground and beginning to choke him. In the background of the image, you could see you and Thor, bound and gagged, screaming in abject horror and the scene unfolding in front of you. You got up from your seat and walked to wards the screen, horrified at the images, and sounds of Loki fighting for his life. “Y/N, brother…. I love you” Loki gasped in-between breaths looking over Thanos’s shoulder to you and Thor as you both screamed, muffled by the gag. Until you heard a deafening SNAP of Loki’s neck breaking. You fell to the orange tiled floor, head in your hands sobbing uncontrollably. “No, Loki. No” you kept repeating over and over as you rocked back and forth trying to comfort your-self. You haven’t even heard the door to the room open when you heard Loki cry out your name. He sprinted over towards you and took you into his arms shushing you, stroking your hair and asking if you were alright. “What the hell have you done to her?!” he yelled at Mobius and Cordi. “We didn’t do anything; she must have watched further on the tape” Mobius said looking at you both sympathetically. “Please don’t ever leave me again Loki” you sobbed into his jumpsuit as you turned into his embrace, gripping on for dear life. “I’ll never leave you again as long as I live darling” he gently reassured you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “That’s what I’m afraid of” you mumbled, glancing back at Loki’s corpse on the screen, with your body draped over his sobbing uncontrollably as Thor tried to comfort you as best he could. “I think we had better let them rest a bit, and process everything we’ve told them” Cordi said, looking over at you and Loki, her arms folded across her chest. Loki helped you to your feet and kept a protective hand on your waist as you followed your variant out of the door, and back into the maze of nauseatingly bright, orange corridors. Loki’s eyes, full of concern never left you the whole way down to the rooms. Cordi had called them guest rooms, but by the look of them it was a fancy way of saying prison cell. Each room contained two single beds bolted to the walls at opposite sides and the same horrible brown and orange décor that seemed to haunt this ghastly place. She left two piles of clothes and shoes on each bed, one for Loki and one for you. “Get some rest. We’ll come and get you both once we have a more solid action plan” Cordi smirked, her eyes lingering on Loki for longer than you would have liked. “Thank you variant” you interrupted her gaze by stepping in front of Loki, making Cordi sigh and roll her eyes before walking away, leaving you both sealed in this tiny jail cell.
“Well, this is fucking spectacular isn’t it!” you sighed laughing and leaning back on your bed, only to smack your head off the concrete wall. “fuck oww” you said scrunching up your face and rubbing the back of your head. “Did they tell you about our mass-murdering-would-be-child?” you asked looking at Loki who as just sitting down on the bed next to you gesturing for you to come lie between his legs so he could cradle you in his arms. “They did, and whatever atrocities they’ve committed isn’t on us darling. If we had a child…” He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his hands around your abdomen. “They would know nothing but the love and adoration of their wonderful parents.” He was silent for a moment, prompting you to look up to face him, you could see the internal struggle that was going on in his mind, it was written all over his face. “You would be a wonderful father Loki” you gently smiled, cupping his cheek, and stroking it as he leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours. “Have I told you how much I love you?” He smiled at you, his eyes shining with adoration. “Not lately… or however long it’s been, I don’t actually know” you laughed straddling his waist and leaning in to kiss him gently. Loki deepened the kiss passionately massaging his tongue against yours making you moan into his kiss. He gripped your butt cheeks as he picked you up and placed you on the floor against the room wall. He began to unbutton your jump suit, button by button until your entire chest was exposed to the chilled room air. He let out a low growl and got to his knees in front of you, taking your hard nipple into his mouth and began biting and sucking, running circles around it with his tongue while pinching the other in his hand, making you arch your back off the cold concrete wall and letting out a moan as you ran your hands through his hair. He worked his way back up your body, tenderly biting and kissing your neck before capturing your lips with his once again. You began to shrug off the sleeves of your jumpsuit letting it pool at your waist, before Loki yanked it to the ground, leaving you naked and hungry with desire. Kneeling in front of you again Loki propped your leg up on the bed and quickly dove his mouth between your legs, eagerly lapping up your dripping pussy. You cried out his name as your hips bucked towards his mouth, making him grin and laugh, sending vibrations through your heated core. You firmly gripped onto his hair as his tongue toyed with your clit, making your legs nearly buckle as you moaned out in pleasure. Loki picked up the pace, feeling your pussy twitch under his mouth as you reached your high, pushing his head closer as your rode out your orgasm on his face. Loki came back to capture your lips once again, making you burn with desire once again as you tasted yourself on his tongue. You unbuttoned his jumpsuit and pulled it down from his waist as his thick length slapped off his abdomen, his eyes practically black with desire, as his eyes roamed your naked body. He propped your foot back onto the bed and guided his throbbing shaft into your needy pussy, making you both moan out loud in unison. He began to thrust into you wiggling his hips as your hand gripped against his perfect arse, the other hand he pinned above you on the wall as he thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, making you moan into his mouth, “I’m close baby,”, “Come for me darling,” he breathily moaned into your kiss as his own movements became ragged as he unloaded inside you, your velvet walls clenching against him. Breathless and exhausted both physically and emotionally you curled up naked on the one bed, finally feeling safe and at ease in Loki’s arms once again, as the calming blackness of sleep took over you both.
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Their Little Secret
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Plot: This can be read as a sequel to What If or even as a solo.
The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst in relationship, a happy ending! Oh! And late-night hazards and a long read. Sorry!
Read time: ~26 mins
“(Y/N), could you please take a look at this once?”
Loki waltzed in through (Y/N)’s door with a file in his hand. She was reading a book, when he knocked.
“It’s pretty late. I thought you said you’d go straight to bed. What are you doing with this poor old piece of rat-food now?”
“I did. But then I couldn’t sleep. So...I thought of doing something boring enough to lull me to sleep. But this old file actually turned out to be quite interesting,” he explained animatedly. “I just couldn’t understand one part. So, here I am!”
She eyed him suspiciously as he spread his arms to accentuate his royal presence.
“That, or you wanted to see me, and this file is a flimsy excuse,” she drawled.
“Come on, darling! I’m fond of you but not to the extent that I’ll have to make lame excuses to see you. Besides, why would I need to lie to you?”
After taking a moment to consider his words, she stepped beside him and asked him to show the file.
“It is here - this part,” he pointed at a chunk of printed information.
“This one is…” She pondered aloud. “That doesn’t make sense! Loki, w-where did you get this from? That doesn’t look like any mission report or anything. It looks like...an excerpt...from...a book?”
Before she could register, a kiss landed on her cheek. It was immediately followed by Loki excitedly wishing her, “Goodnight, darling,” and vanishing into a green glow.
She stood stunned for a while. Gradually, the tingling sensation where Loki’s lips had caressed her skin began to spread like wildfire through her face, and soon she was blushing and smiling like an idiot.
“Idiot!” She cursed him as she flopped back on the bed.
After a few seconds of fiddling with the bookmark, and staring at blurred lines on the page, she closed the book, and decided to call it a night. After what Loki just did, nothing else could compare to a happier ending to the day.
As she closed her eyes, sunny memories started flooding her mind.
It had all started hardly two months ago, when they were having their usual midnight snacks, casually talking the day’s stress away, talking nonsense - just the usual best buddy night.
But then something happened: a childish game of “what-ifs”.
It was fun, for the most part, until Loki had asked her about her intentions if she met the love of her life the next day. Already stained with painful memories of past relationships and with the hopelessness about her love life, she tried her best to evade the question. But Loki, being Loki, kept proding her until she gave him a genuine reason for her frustration.
And everything changed after that. Because in trying to save the other from falling down the emotional cliff, they had saved each other. They had found each other.
She laughed softly as she remembered the hesitancy in both their hearts as they had crossed the threshold of friendship.
That was the first time that she had kissed him. On the cheek. And that was even before she had fully realised that her feelings for him were no longer platonic.
That was the first time Loki had put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.
Another giggle escaped her as she remembered the moment when the soft morning light, and a stiff back had awakened her from her sleep.
Both were still sitting in almost the same position as they had been when they were chatting.
She had found herself cocooned in the arms of Loki, her legs tangled with his, both of them safe under the thin blanket that Loki had picked while preparing for their night. Her head rested on his chest, while his rested on the top of her head.
The last thing that she remembered from the previous night was them promising each other that no matter how things turned out, they’d always be beside one another. And then Loki had pulled her closer, and gently laid her head on his throbbing chest.
It was now peacefully moving up and down with his sleepy breaths. Before opening her eyes to reality, she stole a few moments to let this feeling sink in.
When she had closed her eyes the night before, there was an excitement so high in the air that Thor’s thunder would have been ashamed. It was the hammering of Loki’s heart that had eventually put her to sleep.
The morning brought a peaceful rhythm beneath her ears. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was...reassuring. She loved it more than the thrill of the past few hours.
But no matter how long she tried to soak herself in the feeling, the incidents of the night before still seemed somewhat unbelievable. How could something months long change overnight? Was it all a mirage then, cast by the treacherous night?
The darkness of the night sets the mind free to imagine anything, take any decision. But the clarity of the day brings logic to the forefront, which sometimes turns out to be good but sometimes not so good.
But...it had felt right. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It still felt right. That was all the assurance that she needed for the moment.
As she turned in her bed, she remembered the raspy voice in which Loki had wished her a good morning.
The close proximity, the husky, sleep-laden voice, the sudden change in the air - everything made blood rush to her cheeks and ears. Loki had sleepily chuckled at her flushed state, though he was only slightly better than her in hiding his own flustered state.
Ever since, not a single day had passed when the two of them hadn’t thanked the stars.
She used to think that she loved Loki’s friendship more than anything. She was happy to be proven wrong when she experienced Loki’s courtship.
A different flower everyday, sometimes inside her room, laid carefully near her door, sometimes on her bedside table, and on some mornings, beside her pillow.
She was used to going out with her best friend Loki, but going out with her boyfriend Loki was an experience on a whole new level. Light brushes of the fingers, sometimes an arm around her shoulder, intertwining of fingers, occasional brushes of his lips on her temple, and not-very-occasional blushes that tinted both their skins.
Every day, before parting for the day, she was blessed with bear hugs from him - something that she had never expected him to be fond of.
It was the best time of her life! Almost every doubt that she had about this relationship not working out had evaporated long ago. It was - she dared to say - perfect!
Except for one small hiccup: they had to keep everything off the radar.
For one, they were still testing the waters. No matter how happy and confident they were with one another, their newfound relationship was still at its infancy, and they didn’t want to declare anything to the rest of the team right away.
Second, everybody in the compound had been teasing both (Y/N) and Loki about “getting a room” for a long time. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were finally correct. Well, figuratively.
Unfortunately, the team did not know that they had already confessed their feelings to each other. And so, they were desperate to make the love birds see the truth of their emotions. The Avengers, tough and stubborn as they were, never gave up. And Loki and (Y/N) simply decided to play along.
For instance, around a month and a half ago, Tony had thrown one of his usual parties at the compound, and had brought a line of apparent suitors for (Y/N) and a host of gorgeous ladies and lads to introduce to Loki.
Though the new couple was initially confused at the unbridled attention, they eventually understood what was going on: Tony Stark had decided to use the age-old recipe of jealousy to crack either one or both of them.
It was fun, they both admitted later, to dance to the tune, and give the host a frowning face when he realised that neither were biting the bait. Instead, both seemed to be enjoying themselves flirting or dancing with their respective “baits”.
What escaped the eagle eyes of the team were the furtive looks that both (Y/N) and Loki threw at each other from time to time. It wasn’t easy to masquerade those longing glances with playful teases that two friends might share. But they had to.
Late into the night, after the party was over, Loki teleported into (Y/N)’s room. The security cameras were still a threat to their little secret.
“Hello beautiful!” Loki purred when she didn’t turn all her attention towards him as she usually did, but kept herself apparently busy in making the bed.
“Is this my consolation prize for all your flirting this evening?” She tried to keep it casual but her displeasure seeped into her tone.
“Ooh, someone sounds jealous,” he drawled.
“Speak for yourself, God!”
Loki stepped towards her, and gently caught her hand, putting a pause to her actions.
“Look at me. Please?”
She smiled as she faced him, but he could easily catch the facade.
“I know what you're trying to do. You can’t fool me, (Y/N).”
“And what is it that I’m doing?” She tried to question with the same casualness but her voice kept betraying her.
“You are trying to make it look like it didn’t affect you - me being with all those lovely people. But in reality, you are hurt, even if it is a tiny bit.”
Her smile faltered. Of course, she couldn’t fool the God of Lies!
Closing her eyes, she shook her head, “I don’t know why you’re saying this Loki. I’m perfectly fine! Why would I-”
“You and I understand each other perfectly,” Loki gently cut her off. “Or did you forget that?”
He reminded her of the one line - of the one realisation - that had triggered the tiniest thoughts of them being possibly together, if at all.
Realizing that all doors were closed for her, she tried to turn away from him, only to be stopped by the trickster.
“If it makes you feel any good,” he resumed, “it did burn me a bit, too, to watch you dance and laugh with those clowns.”
At this, she burst into laughter. Loki was glad at the change of mood, and allowed a few happy creases around his eyes as well.
“Is that true,” she asked, “or are you simply trying to make me feel better?”
He shrugged, “What do you think?”
“I’d like to believe that it’s true,” she confessed shyly.
“Well then,” she said after suppressing a wild grin that tried to crack its way through, “I guess that makes us even.”
“I’m sorry, Loki,” she sighed, “I lied earlier because I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything. I mean...jealousy? That’s the first stage of obsession. And...I don’t want you to think that...”
“Hey,” Loki held both her hands in his, “your feelings for me will never suffocate me. On the contrary, they help me breathe. You have given my life a new purpose. I thought I was happy being your best friend. But this...this is even better. Never think that you’re putting any kind of pressure on me. None of those men or women out there, or anywhere for that matter, can bring me what I feel with you, for you.”
Words seemed insufficient for what she wanted to say. So, she simply nodded, and wrapped her arms around his torso.
“Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.
He chuckled as he ran his hand on her head, “Being jealous actually makes you look cute.”
She unwrapped herself from him just enough to look at his face, “Says the man who just confessed being jealous himself!”
“I never said I don’t look cute,” he shrugged again.
Shaking her head and laughing, she pulled his face down, and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.
“Go now, before I punch that cute face of yours.”
“When you say ‘punch’,” Loki drawled, “do you mean…’kiss every inch of’...?”
Blushing furiously, she pushed him towards the door.
“Shut up, and just go!”
Loki laughed as he wished her a lovely night, and disappeared into his usual green glow.
But the Avengers were not the ones to give up.
Not many weeks later, Natasha planned an evening at one of her favourite nightclubs. While Steve, Vision and Bucky backed out of the plan, given their previous not-so-delightful interactions with the loudness and the crowd, Thor and Tony were adamant on dragging Loki with them.
“We thought you liked a little fun! Since when did you start wearing grandpa’s knickers?” Tony snorted.
“C’mon, brother, don’t embarrass me,” Thor’s voice boomed in Loki’s room. “(Y/N) has embarrassed me enough. She didn’t want to go either. Said she’d rather sleep than be tormented by the blasted noise.”
She said what? That means she’s going to stay back-
“Wait, what?” Tony turned towards Thor with a perplexed look, “She said that?”
He turned around to face Loki again, “Are you two planning something or have you both become boring?”
No, no, no! They’ll add up…
“I am not boring!” Loki declared. He decided to stay quiet on the other option that Stark had mentioned.
“Well, then join us,” Tony shrugged.
With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Loki agreed.
Needless to say, his eyes went wide when he saw (Y/N) dressed up and ready for the outing when he was expecting her in her pajamas. When she silently questioned him, he immediately realised that he had been tricked.
I have to be more careful.
The team’s plan soon became obvious when, after a few rounds of shots, everyone made a beeline to the dance floor, leaving behind a string of excuses, and Loki and (Y/N) at the bar. Even through the crowd, the duo’s trained eyes could catch glimpses of their teammates shadowing them.
“Do they really think getting drunk will make us confess?” She shouted over the sound of the music.
“I’m a God,” he shouted back. “Midgardian liquor doesn’t affect me anyway.”
“Well, it affects me,” she shrugged and drained another shot down her throat, “and I love it!”
She had started feeling dizzy. Getting wasted could be saved for another moment when she wasn’t being spied on.
A few minutes passed in silence as neither was fond of shouting to communicate. (Y/N) bobbed her head to the music while Loki eyed the mass of bodies swaying and moving with the beats.
“Would you-” Loki began but stopped midway.
While her eyes questioned him, he silently slipped from the stool, and came to stand almost behind her.
His hot breath, dipped in a faint whiff of alcohol, hit the shell of her ear as he purred, “Would you like to dance with me?”
She was rendered immobile for a while. A small corner of her mind wondered if Loki knew what he was doing to her.
I bet he knows what he’s doing.
“I’d have loved to!” She drawled. “It’s a shame there isn’t room for a waltz here, and I wouldn’t want a God like you to hop like teeangers in the crowd.”
She felt his chest brush against her back.
“I was actually hoping that you’d be up for that dance,” he pointed at a section of the crowd where bodies were gliding against each other in the most provocative ways.
Her breath hitched again. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that Loki was smirking at his achievement.
But this time, she wouldn’t squeal, she wouldn’t push him away with a timid smile. Diffidence and boldness both tugged at polar ends of her heart until boldness won the war.
Not this time. Two can play the game, darling.
“So, what’s stopping you?” Her lips almost brushed his earlobe as she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.
Where did that come from?!
Loki wasn’t prepared for this.
It was usually him who threw mildly suggestive comments which she pushed away with a shy gesture. He never expected the tables to turn so quickly.
She did not even have enough shots to get drunk yet, he noticed.
“What happened, did the cat get your silver tongue?” She smirked.
While Loki continued to gape at her, an inkling of panic nudged her chest.
Did I take it too far? He obviously wasn’t ready for this, but…
It all must have been another prank for him, and I…
With a cackle, she sliced the apparent tension in the air. “So, finally got you, ha? Mischief!” She winked.
Turning towards the bartender, she ordered another shot.
Loki’s brain was still trying to decipher her behaviour.
Did she really mean it…? It didn’t look like a joke though…
As she focused on her drink, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but the incessant dance of light and shadows made her features almost unreadable.
“You should get back to your seat, y’know?” She told him with downcast eyes.
“The team might notice and...they might know.”
Did her voice just...tremble?
Loki hated the place: the noise, the dim lights, the secrecy - he hated the way everything seemed to veil her from him.
“I think I’ll go find them.”
Downing another drink, she hopped off her seat, and disappeared in the crowd, leaving Loki to his thoughts.
Once they were back in the compound, Loki went straight to (Y/N)’s room. This time he did not sneak into her room using magic; he knocked on her door. This wasn’t the moment to play a game of cat and mouse. If the entire compound was prying on him, he would gladly allow them to. Well, maybe not gladly.
“Hey! Hi, Loki!”
Her smile was as bright as ever.
Was it all in my mind then?
“Are you alright?” He tried to sound calm but his anxiety turned out to be more stubborn than him.
“Yes, I am. What- Come inside first.”
She stepped aside, allowing him to stride into her room, and flump down on the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he began honestly, “I thought...I thought you were upset. At the club… I thought I saw you...sad? I’m not sure. I just had this feeling that you’re probably not okay, and-”
“Loki,” she held his shoulders and gently hushed him, “I’m fine.”
Her assurance enabled him to breathe normally again.
Caressing his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.
“Thank you, Loki! For everything. For caring so much about me.”
“(Y/N),” he held her hand, “are you hiding something? From me?”
He didn’t miss the way she gulped before replying.
“Why would you say that?”
“Look, I’m sorry if I cross the lines sometimes. I know I tease you but those are… I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable or have hurt you.”
“You are an idiot! Do you know that? You’ve never hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, get these stupid thoughts out of your little brain, and give me that devilishly charming smile of yours.”
Despite all her compliments, his eyes did not light up as they usually did.
“Are you sure?” He asked her.
“You’ll tell me if you’re upset, won’t you? Promise me.”
He took note of how she licked her lips before nodding.
Something is not right.
“Come here,” he pulled her in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “And I’m not an idiot. I am smart.”
The next few weeks turned out to be more and more challenging as the team was now hell-bent on getting them exposed. What made them so sure of their relationship was still a mystery to the couple.
“Are we that obvious?” (Y/N) asked Loki one day.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It is said that it shows on the faces of those in love. So, I guess...”
The words, coming from him, filled her with warmth. If that be true, and if everyone could see that they were in love only by looking at them, then she’d happily trade their secrecy for more obviousness.
But every time they came close to taking the relationship to the next level, she would find Loki backing away. Every time they had the opportunity to reveal their beautiful secret to the team, he would quickly shield both of them.
Why, Loki? Do you not want us?
It was a rainy evening when Tony had gathered everyone in the living room. At first (Y/N) thought that it was an urgent meeting for a new mission. But when she knew the actual reason behind it, she couldn’t prevent the snort that escaped her.
“Excuse me?” Tony pointed at her. “You got some problem, princess?”
“Truth or dare? Like, how old are we? Twelve?”
Tony spread his arms as if to silently make a point. “Since when did you start categorizing fun into ages? Ever since you started dating Rock of Ages?”
“Hey!” Loki made a tiny protest at his nickname.
“We are not dating,” (Y/N) deadpanned.
“And there goes my question,” Wanda sighed from across the room.
In response, (Y/N) simply rolled her eyes, and grumbled, “Kids!”
Once the game started, the team wasted no time in getting to the point: (Y/N) and Loki.
The first one to get attacked was Loki.
“No, no truth for you,” Sam chimed in just as Loki sucked in a breath to choose “truth”.
“He’s the God of Lies!” Sam announced, “He can easily slip away with any lie!”
“The bird’s got a point!” Tony agreed, followed by everyone else. “‘Dare’ for you!”
“This is not how it works,” Loki protested.
“Did you play this on Asgard? Thor?”
“No, we had never even heard of it until we came here,” the big brother responded.
“Nah-ah!” Tony didn’t let him finish. “This is exactly how it is played. Who wants to give the God of Mischief a mischievous dare?”
(Y/N) wanted to protest; she wanted to tell Tony that he was bending the rules to get to them. But any word of support would further corner them both. All she could do was play along.
“Kiss (Y/N). And you know where I mean.”
Nat’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. She watched in horror as Loki’s expressions changed from shock to anger while the entire team cheered.
“Nat!” (Y/N) jumped up from her seat, “do you even hear yourself? He’s my best friend! We can’t just...”
“Why not?” Sam questioned with a smirk. “You seemed to be enjoying it when I was asked to kiss Buck. He’s my best buddy.”
“Speak for yourself,” Bucky mumbled.
“C’mon, it’s just a game! Don’t be a spoilsport.”
Steve?? Et tu?
Rubbing her eyes, (Y/N) tried to find a way out of it. She knew well that if Loki kissed her, she’d melt into it. Everything would become obvious.
No, no, no!! This can’t be. They can’t just expose us like this. Loki would be so....
Wait, why isn’t he saying anything?
She opened her eyes to see Loki standing. His expression was unfathomable.
Oh no! Is he going to…
“This is outrageous!” Loki snapped and turned on his heels to walk out of the room.
For reasons she did not want to explore then, (Y/N)’s heart dropped several feet. She was expecting a similar reaction from him but wasn’t hoping for it.
Quickly gravitating back to the situation in hand, she stammered an excuse or two for his behaviour, and followed his tracks to check on him.
Once both of them were out of earshot, Tony leaned towards the group, “Did we save it or kill it.”
“Looks like we killed it,” Sam sighed.
“Trust me,” Wanda smiled, “we saved it.”
“Vision? What do you think?”
“I still do not understand why you have to torment them like this. Let them come out when they want to. It’s-”
“Okay!” Tony interrupted him. “Sorry I asked! My bad!”
The door to Loki’s room was half open when (Y/N) arrived. Gingerly, she admitted herself inside.
Loki was standing at the window, with his back towards her. His head was bowed but his hands were curled into fists on both sides of his body.
The name came out so softly that she couldn’t be sure if he had heard it, given that he did not move at all.
But before she could call him again, he spoke.
“I did not want this to happen,” his voice bore that particular kind of seriousness that usually preceded an unwanted or unhappy revelation.
“I am sorry, (Y/N).” He turned towards her, and she realised in an instant that he wasn’t fooling around.
“What are you talking about, Loki? What did you not want to happen?”
Her chest felt tighter with every passing second.
Please, not what I’m fearing.
“This,” his hand vaguely gestured towards the hallway. “Whatever happened just now. I knew they would come down to this one day. I never wanted-”
“It’s okay,” she interjected. “I did not like that either. Although they meant no harm. It was just for fun… And I understand if you're having second thoughts. This entire thing between us was just something… y’know, a spur of the moment kind of thing. I totally understand if-"
"(Y/N)! Where is this coming from? What are you even talking about?"
She couldn’t make herself look at him, for if she did, he could clearly see the moisture pooling in her eyes. She needed to appear strong.
“Loki, you’ve always been my best friend. And I’ve loved that. You know it. And it’s okay if this new turn in our relationship does not turn out to be something that you had hoped for. It happens. It’s okay-”
“It’s not okay for me,” Loki grasped her hands. “What are you saying? Why? A-are you not happy with me? Have I done something wrong? Did I offend you in any way?”
What is he saying? I thought…
As she looked up at him, a couple of drops ran down her cheeks and on her shirt.
“(Y/N), please tell me. You had promised to tell me anything and everything that upsets you. So, tell me what happened. Why do you speak of our relationship as if it was a mistake?”
“It never was a mistake for me,” she breathed, “I thought you felt...I thought you...”
The shaky way in which the question came out of him stung her more than any thought of Loki not wanting this relationship. It was then that she realised how badly she had hurt him.
He never wanted to leave! He always wanted me? Us?
She didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. “I thought that you...didn’t want...this. Us. I-”
“Why would you even think so? Why would you bear such thoughts when I love you with every fiber of my being?”
Her head snapped up.
“You love me?” Her own voice became shaky.
“Of course, I do,” he gently placed a hand on her cheek, “always have. At first I thought it was a love for friends until that night, when I realised that I wanted to be more than just friends with you.”
More tears fell down her cheek as she rejoiced in the moment. Loki wiped them all, and placed soft kisses on each cheek.
“And all this time, I was afraid that you’re having second thoughts,” she confessed.
“And why is that?”
How do I say that it’s because you haven’t kissed me yet? And ran away from the one moment we had today, albeit in a not-so-comfortable situation?
“Because I haven’t kissed you yet?” Loki asked her.
Her heart beat so violently, she could have sworn that Loki could hear it. Her tongue felt too heavy to speak.
“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted. “That is the reason why I did not dance with you in the club either. I was teasing you, yes, but when you responded I was definitely taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was you or the ambience talking. So…
You have always shied away from any comments that I make, and...I did not want to push anything on you.”
She hugged him so hard that even the Asgardian had to take two steps back to balance himself.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she wept into his shirt. “I misunderstood your actions for… I pushed you away. I thought you weren’t ready for this relationship. I’m sorry!”
Tears of both apology and relief flooded her. He tried to sush her as he rocked her slowly from side to side.
After taking a moment to compose herself, she stood straight. Loki looked at her red-eyed, tear-stained face and tutted.
“Doesn’t suit you, darling. Show me your crazy, grinning face.”
With a chuckle, she gave him a funny face-splitting smile, making both of them laugh.
“(Y/N), I didn’t want to kiss you because of a game or under the watchful eyes of that insufferable bunch of imbeciles. But if you will allow me now, I-”
“Just stop being so polite for a change, and kiss me,” she tugged at the collars of his shirt.
Loki didn’t need to be asked twice.
In the hall, the Avengers were busy speculating the outcome of their little plan, when the couple in discussion walked in. Hand in hand.
“Yes, we had changed our relationship status around six months ago,” (Y/N) announced to a stunned audience.
“And yes, we kissed. Just now. And I hope you know where I mean,” Loki added before dragging his love away towards the elevator.
“What was that?” She whispered as she was being whisked away.
“What?” Loki asked innocently, although his eyes stated otherwise.
“You didn’t need to declare that we just kissed!” She laughed as the doors of the elevator closed.
He shrugged while jabbing at a button. “They wanted us to kiss anyway. So, I gave them the satisfaction of knowledge. Besides, they need to know who you belong to now.”
“No! I also made it clear who I belong to now.”
He smiled as the doors opened to the hallway that led to his room. And once again, his words had rendered her speechless.
You can read the backstory here.
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17 - Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. 18 - Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away. - Words: 902
A/N: 😏😏😏😏 I smell a Jotun!Loki fic coming on!!! (Seriously! Was prompt #17 MADE for him or what???? 😃😃😃😃) Also, 99% of the idea for this fic happened to be thought of before What If...? E7 🤣🤣🤣🤣
You and Loki had just started dating. You were completely, utterly, and 100% clichely in love. However, physical contact was not something either of you were very used to. Slowly, though, the two of you were growing accustomed to each other.
"Y/N?" Loki said as he walked into the kitchen, trying to find you for your date that afternoon.
"I think she's in her room, Mr. Loki," Peter replied, making himself a sandwich.
"Thank you, Starkson," Loki smirked, teasing him. Peter chuckled and shook his head, waving to Loki as he went off to find you.
"Come in," You called out, hearing him knock on your door.
"Y/N?" Loki asked as he came in. "Is everything alright? I was waiting for our date and-"
"Oh Loki! I'm so sorry!" You gasped. "I completely forgot! I've been so scatterbrained lately with everything I have going on. My schedule is a mess and-" You sighed, slumping down in your chair. "And it's gonna sound silly but it didn't even snow this winter and I was looking forward to a really good snow day. I'm sorry. It's stupid."
"Do not apologize, my love," Loki smiled, kneeling in front of you and kissing your forehead softly. "You've been working very hard and I'm so proud of you." Standing up he grinned. "But what it sounds like you need is a vacation! And I know just the place!"
"Don't 'but' me anything," He replied with a smirk. "Leave the planning and packing to me and be ready to leave Friday afternoon once you've finished your shift."
Friday afternoon, after work, you went to the parking garage where Loki had asked you to meet him. "Okay, Loki," You said tiredly, placing a hand on your hip. "What's this grand plan of yours? And perhaps luggage?"
"Come on!" Loki exclaimed excitedly, taking your hand and dragging you outside. You gasped in surprise as Loki pulled you tightly to his side with his arm around your waist. "Heimdall!" He yelled. Suddenly you both were surrounded by a bright, colorful light and you felt as if you were floating. When you felt ground beneath your feet again, you looked around, finding yourself on what you assumed was the Bifrost. You saw Heimdall standing there with his staff and your eyebrows raised.
"Hi!" You said, waving slightly.
"Bye!" Loki said immediately. With that the two of you flashed off again, landing in a soft, but cold pile of fluff.
"Where are we?"
"Welcome to Jotunheim!" Loki exclaimed, holding his arms out dramatically.
"Jotunheim?" You asked in surprise as Loki helped you up.
"You needed a vacation and you missed the snow. So," He grinned. "Here we are!" You looked around, taking in the beautiful landscape around you. "Oh! And here," He added, magicing a warmer outfit for you.
"Thank you," You smiled, pulling the collar of the warm coat around you further. "Are we allowed to be here?" You asked abit nervously.
"In all legal respects, absolutely," Loki replied. "After all," He trailed off as he dropped his Asgardian glamor.
"Wow," You gasped softly, taking in his appearance. As a Frost Giant, he obviously didn't need as many layers as you so you found yourself grinning like an idiot as you looked him over.
"Like what you see?" He smirked. You only made a small noise of agreement and nodded. Despite his smug attitude, he was genuinely surprised at how welcoming you were of his true form.
"Thank you," You finally said, looking up at him. Before he could reply, you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"You're welcome," Loki replied, hugging you back and smiling widely. You reached up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. Loki smiled into the kiss, pulling you even closer. He snuck his fingers under the hem of your coat and shirt, just barely brushing your sides. You gasped and pulled away slightly, the cold of his skin surprising you. He smirked as you leaned back in for another kiss. Just before your lips met, he blew a sharp puff of cold air at your lips, causing you to sputter in protest.
"Loki!" You squealed.
"Catch me if you can!" He yelled, running away from you into the endless snow drifts. You laughed gleefully and took off after him. After a few hours of playing tag and literally rolling in the snow, he teleported the both of you into a lavishly decorated bedroom.
"This is beautiful!" You gasped. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you and magically lighting a fire in the fireplace.
"I built myself a cabin in the woods here. I needed a place to get away."
"Well I'm honored you brought me here," you replied, snuggling into him. "However, if I'm not mistaken, you owe me a kiss," You smirked. Loki chuckled and kissed you softly. "Much better," You sighed. "
"Thank you," He whispered. You looked at him oddly, confused as to why he was thanking you. "For accepting me. All of me."
"Of course, Loki. I love you, remember? No matter what. Besides, this form of yours is rather attractive. I can't wait to get my hands on you," You grinned.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" He teased. You leaned in, almost nose to nose.
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
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Imagine being Loki's past lover. While he's captured by TVA and put into the Time Cell, they don't replay his memory with Sif: they make him watch you die over and over again.
Before Loki could protest or attempt to explain himself, Mobius used his tempad and the hunters pushed him through the just-opened orange portal.
The world around him changed. It was no longer the TVA facility, no, it was something he could recognize even in the most feverish of dreams. Truthfully, he always wished he could just forget that place, push those memories out of existence.
Loki stood in the middle of a burning, trashed market. He remembered well the reason: Odin promised to help a small kingdom under a siege, and so he sent both his sons and their friends into the battlefield. The distant sounds of fighting and screaming were ringing in his ears. Smoke and ash limited his vision.
"Are you okay?" A voice spoke behind him.
At that moment, his heart froze. If this was all just a well-fabricated illusion used to torture him, how did they get her voice so right? The little higher intonation each time she asked a question, the warmth and kindness that spilled from each word that left her mouth? What cursed sorcery could reconstruct her so perfectly?
"(Y/N)?" He asked sheepishly as he turned around.
She looked exactly as he remembered her: dirt and blood stuck to her face, hair wet from sweat. The angle of the scar on her cheek was too perfectly measured for all of this to be a simple illusion, a fabricated vision. Her golden armor and the spear in her hand reflected afternoon sunlight. He didn't remember that day to be as warm as it was now.
"Loki, is everything alright?" She asked.
It was cruel. There was nothing humane about making her speak his name. Searching for a demon that wouldn't shiver at such malice could be in vain. If he was wrong, and all that he was seeing and hearing now was but a mere illusion, the TVA was more cruel than should be possible.
"The west gate was freed. Not much until we win." She said with a hint of hope in her voice. But he knew, and perhaps this was the cruelest torture of all, that she will not win that battle. (Y/N) never knew the outcome of this pitiful war.
"You have to hide," he said suddenly.
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's not safe, you have to hide."
"What's gotten into you, Loki? We're at war, of course we're not safe."
He wanted to tell her but he hesitated. If it's just an illusion, his words do not matter. They never did. And if that's how things were, the only thing left for him to do, was enjoy the little time he had left with you, even if it wasn't real. A mere pathetic fantasy was unequivocally better than the reality you were not a part of. He knew the worst moment was approaching, threatening to happen at any second.
"You were always the best," Loki whispered more to himself than to you.
And just then a loud whistle broke the silence around you and before either of you could even look around for its source, a spear pierced your chest, its head buried deep in the soil beneath your feet.
Your mouth was agape, threatening to spill a sound, a scream of agony, but none of it came: silent, with watery eyes, you looked at Loki one last time in your life.
Trails of red blood looked absolutely beautiful running down the golden armor.
Loki remembered that someone once said the world will not end with a bang but instead with a whimper. At that moment, staring at your pale face, did he finally understand what it meant: the world does not end abruptly, suddenly, but rather, it fades away, like the light in your eyes.
He clenched his fists and wanted to scream. You were dead, again. Loki knew it was a cruel torture when your impaled corpse disappeared but the barren market remained. He was stuck in a time loop, there was no doubt about that.
And although the world burned like Hell's lakes of fire, and although his rage knew no limit nor mercy, the flames will be quickly extinguished with the beginning of a new loop when he hears your soft voice call out to him again.
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Summary: You and Loki finally welcome the newest addition to your family - a precious baby boy.
A/N: I totally never noticed that I didn't write Kaiser's birth.
Character(s): Loki, Kaiser, Reader
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"We need a name," you mutter softly to your lover, who is sitting behind you on the couch, letting you lean back against him with his hands on your large, low, pregnant belly – ready to give birth to baby number four any day.
You feel Loki chuckle behind you.
"We don't even know what we're having yet, my love," he reminds you – pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"So, we pick a name for each," you shrug.
Loki softly begins to stroke your large belly. "We could," he agrees, "but I'd hate for us to love a name only for us to not be able to use it."
"Okay, true," you nod. "I just want to hold our baby already."
"I know you do, darling," Loki smiles. "As do I."
Later that night, your eyes fly open – the wetness in between your thighs waking you and Loki from your sleep. Without any prompting, Loki helps you out of bed and calls his brother – having arranged for him to come watch the kids when you and Loki need to head to the hospital. Loki walks you out of the bedroom – making sure to grab the backpack with everything you need in it. The two of you wait in the living room – the pain starting to set in – and wait for Thor.
"Loki," you whimper against his shoulder – trying to keep yourself moving to help with the contraction pain.
Loki softly rubs your back – moving with you to do what he can to help. "It's alright, my love," he comforts you. "Just think – in a few hours, we'll be holding our little one."
Finally, Thor comes through the front door, and you and Loki immediately appear in the hospital – the nurse getting you back into a room before even getting you to register or sign in. Loki helps you get changed into a hospital gown – unable to hide the smile on his face when he sees how low your stomach has dropped. The god helps you get as comfortable as possible, and he pulls up a chair to sit next to you – never letting go of your hand once. The silence speaks volumes – the happiness and excitement from the two of you filling the air of the room. Both of your attention turns to the door as you hear the knob begin to turn. Seconds later, a doctor and nurse step through the door – almost excited as the two of you are. The nurse begins to hook you up to the equipment that is needed to monitor your labor progress while the doctor speaks to you and Loki.
Each time you feel a contraction coming, you grab Loki's hand as hard as you can – thanking whoever that he's so indestructible – keeping you from feeling bad about hurting him.
"Why do we keep doing this?" you groan to your lover.
Loki chuckles – knowing that you've reached the point where you start to say things you don't mean. "Because we love our family," he smiles – rubbing your head as he tries to keep you comfortable. "And we love growing our family."
"I love you," you tell him – breathing deeply in your nose and out of your mouth.
Loki smiles proudly at you. "And I love you," he responds. "Just imagine – you gave birth to twins last time," he reminds you, "this time – there's only one."
You nod your head – knowing that the pain of birthing one baby is much less than birthing two with only twelve minutes apart. The nurses keep an eye on you – tracking your contractions as they grow closer in time and more in strength. Loki begins to slowly rub your stomach – doing whatever he can to help you through the pain – letting his skin grow cold as to numb your muscles a bit. While the two of you wait for your little one to decide to come out, filling out the registration paperwork is a welcome distraction.
"What time is it?" you ask – your voice filled with exhaustion. "How long have we been here?"
Loki looks at his phone. "It's 3 A.M.," he tells you. "We got here at midnight."
You nod your head, and another contraction comes – causing any exhaustion you had to leave your body. As the most painful contraction comes, the nurses make their way back into your room – looking at the monitors before one goes back out to find the doctor. The other nurse lets you and Loki know that your contractions are getting closer, and you're almost ready to start pushing. At the sound of those words, you can't help but feel relieved – wanting this to be over and wanting to hold your baby in your arms. The nurse gets you ready, and the contractions grow even closer apart – being a minute and a half between by now.
When the doctor comes in, she's smiling and eager to deliver your and Loki's newest little one. Having always used the same doctor to deliver your children, you and Loki have gotten to know her very well. For few minutes, the three of you talk like old friends – knowing that she's trying to distract you from as much pain as possible. Not once have you ever asked for an epidural, and you're not going to start now – the desire to feel everything about bringing a new life into the world is enough to deal with the pain.
Finally, your contractions become close enough apart, and you're dilated to the right amount – letting the doctor know that it's time to start pushing.
"Deep breaths," Loki reminds you – his blue eyes looking into yours while he tries to hide his excitement. You nod your head – waiting for the doctor to tell you when to begin pushing down into the bed.
"Aaaand push," she instructs in unison with a contraction starting.
Using Loki's hand to help you – you push as hard as you can down into the bed – closing your eyes shut and trying to focus on your breathing. Your lover quietly encourages you while he places light kisses on the side of your face – knowing by now how to help the best he can.
Thirty-five minutes of pain, blood, tears, sweat, and pushing passes.
"He's perfect," Loki smiles at the sleeping baby boy in his arms.
You smile tiredly and stroke your small son's cheeks. "He looks just like his dad."
Loki chuckles. "That's a recurring theme, isn't it?"
"I'm not complaining," you say – giving him a little smirk. "I'm sure they won't either."
"I can't believe we have a son," Loki whispers. "I suppose it'll be he and I against you and the girls, huh?" he teases.
"We outnumber you," you joke back. "Now, can we choose a name?"
Loki smiles at you and kisses your lips. "What are your ideas?"
"Kaiser," you announce almost immediately.
Loki smiles at the sleeping baby in his arms. "Kaiser...means king," he smiles. "I like it."
You hum for a second – trying to think of a middle name. "How about Kaiser Alexander Lokison?"
The god places a small kiss on his son's nose – smiling against his soft skin. "It's perfect."
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Safeword ⛓ P9 ⛓ Declarations of Love
Loki knew what he wanted. Who he wanted. So did she.
Yanking Y/N’s hair, Loki was grunting above her with each thrust. She was on all fours with her hands tied behind her back, her face pushed against the pillow and Loki’s boxers in her mouth gagging her. Even if she wanted to use the safeword, she wasn’t able to.
“Not yet” Loki said firmly thrusting deeper into her when he felt her nearing the edge.
He had let her cum previously that night, quite a few times. He’d taken her in so many different positions, used so many different instruments, pinned her up against so many different walls. There was no part of her body that Loki didn’t explore. Exploit.
When he lightly traced the tip of his icy dagger across y/n’s chest and lower, he thought she would have used the safeword but she didn’t. All she did was shiver at the goosebumps appearing on her skin in anticipation. When he blindfolded her, cuffed her to the bed frame and explored her body further, he thought she would have used the safeword then but she didn’t, all she did was buck her hips in a grinding motion. When he picked up one of the candles, extinguished the flame and began dripping hot wax on her back, he watched as she flinched at the contact. He was almost certain she was going to use the safeword but all she done was plead for more.
As Loki drove himself further into her, he felt himself about to climax. She did to, she felt his thrusts becoming sloppier, lazier. This was when she took the opportunity to try her hardest to crane her neck round to look up at Loki. She knew that if he was about to cum, she’d be allowed to as well. She started pushing herself backwards further onto Loki’s cock. His eyes snapped shut when he felt what she was doing.
“Taking all of me like a good girl. Do you want to cum? Should we cum together pet?” Loki said breathlessly as sweat fell freely from his face.
Ripping his boxers from her mouth, awaiting her reply, he thrusted into her again. Harder, causing her to stiffen and cum all over him with a loud scream and a wheezing-
“I fucking love you”
Then she fell limp, crashing against the bed whilst Loki pulled himself out of her. He watched her laying on the bed beginning to fall into an abyss as her high continued to leave her in a state of bliss. She was a picture of perfection. She was laying on her side, hands still tied behind her back clearly on cloud nine as a smile decorated her lips. She must have not known what she said. It must have just been something one says in the throes of passion Loki thought as he looked down at her. A smile graced his lips too as the realisation hit him that he could finally put a name to the way he’d been feeling about her. It was love.
Untying her hands, Loki spooned y/n’s spent body. Caressing her hair, he wanted to tell her how he felt but he was scared. Scared of rejection. Her rejection. Noticing the change in atmosphere, y/n hummed in appreciation allowing herself to melt into his touch.
“What’s wrong?” She asked tiredly
“Did you me—”
“Yes. I meant it. I’ve been feeling this way for a while but couldn’t put a name to the unfamiliar feeling until earlier on tonight when a familiar one washed over me.” She replied eyes still closed.
“I love you too y/n”
“Hmm. Now carry on stroking my hair and calling me pretty” she laughed before falling into a post sex sleep.
Soon after, Loki found himself sleeping as well. He fell into a deep sleep too with a smile gracing his lips at the promise of her being his.
They were both in a post sex slumber completely oblivious to the outside world. So oblivious that neither of them saw or heard the people outside their room landing on their balcony. So oblivious that neither of them felt the dart that was shot into their necks rendering them unconscious. So oblivious to the fact that they were not going to sleep like this, entangled in one another, safe, happy, loved, again for a while.
A/N: What do we think? I’m happy they finally did the deed 🤣
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𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙇.𝙇
18+ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜
It was a Friday night and the wonderful Tony Stark had to throw one of his "Amazing" parties. You were not looking forward to it. You never were. You hated all of Tony's parties for the mere fact that you hated talking to people.
It was no secret to the rest of the team that you hated socializing. Especially in large crowds- like ones at Tony's parties- social anxiety really has it for you. Even when you go to the store, you can't even speak to the fucking cashier when she asks if you want a plastic bag. You hated talking to people. You were the most quiet one of all the avengers. The most innocent person they have ever met... That was until Thor brought his brother- adopted as Thor keeps on saying- his handsome brother. He was tall and pale, he had long black slick hair that was always combed back. He had a pair of the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. It looked like a beautiful ocean blue colour. A pair of eyes that you'd willingly drown in. A pair of eyes that you would want to stare in for hours. A pair of eyes you'd want to see before you died so that it would be in your memory forever. You would be lying if you said you wouldn't let him stab you and then rail you afterward. You'd literally let the man kill you. But. There was no way in heaven or hell that that man- no that God would want you. There was no way he thought about you the way you thought about him. There was no way he got horny just by looking at you. And that saddened you. You would never have him.
That night at Tony's party changed everything. That party changed all your negative thoughts. You couldn't think straight after that night out of pure shock- Hell you couldn't even walk. That night was the night that Loki Laufeyson fucked you so hard you needed to hold the walls for support. So hard that you couldn't even sit down. So hard that he left bruises on your inner thighs.
It all started at Tony's party...
You walked downstairs wearing a simple black thigh length dress. You put on a pair of doc martens to go with the dress because you really didn't feel for heels. You had some neutral make-up on and you curled tour hair a bit. You really didn't want to dress up. But Nat and Wanda refused. When you finally gave in they picked out your dress, which was surprisingly not too much. Nat was wearing a white blouse and a black knee length skirt with black hills that had a small hill. Wanda was wearing a black off shoulder blouse with a tennis skirt with clad patterns on and a pair of doc martens- which she stole from me btw. You girls were looking fa- bu- lous.
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You walked to the bar to get yourself a drink. You sat down on the barstool and called the bartender over.
"Good evening ma'am, what are you drinking tonight?", The bartender had a southern accent, and brown hair with emerald green eyes. You weren't going to lie he was hot.
"H-hi can I have a umm- a s-sex on the beach please?", You were so close to running out of the compound. Your anxiety was really bad. You thought you were going to have a panic attack right then and there.
"Alrighty then a sex on the beach for you, and what are you havin' sir?", The bartender asked with his heavy southern accent.
Your head whipped to your side at the mention of the word 'sir'. And when you saw who it was you almost really out this time. You got weak in the knees by looking at him. He was wearing a black suit. A full on black suit and he was looking like a piece of fucking meat at a Christmas dinner. You swore you felt yourself drooling so you closed your mouth and secretly felt if there was drool. Thankfully, there was no drool. The sound of Loki's voice brought you out of your dirty thoughts.
"Has no one ever taught you that it's rude to stare dear?", He asked with that hot fucking English accent.
"Uhh- I- well- uhmm- hahahaha", omg you just started laughing out of fucking nowhere. Jesus fucking Christ no!! You took your beverage and tried to get away from the bar as soon as possible. But before you could leave, Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.
"Darling", he said sternly, but why did it sounds so fucking hot? The word that left his mouth went straight to your core and you tensed up immediately. "You know I can read your mind right?".
Your eyes widen and your body tensed up even more.' What the Fuck did he say?! Holy shit! No! No! No! No! HOLY SHIT DID HE REA-'
Your thoughts were cut off by Loki's strong voice.
"Yes i did, darling", he said but his voice was much lower than before. "And I don't think you are as innocent as you act", he had this sly smirk, which made your panties soak more than it already was.
"Well- uhh- I really g-gotta go", you say as you try to move your wrist out of his grip. But he keeps hold of you wrist. This time, he tugs you closer and closer. He leaned down so that his lips were hovering right over your ear.
"You're not going anywhere darling. You're going to stay right here with me and behave like a good girl. Understood?'', The words 'good girl' made your legs go weak. You couldn't form any words so you just nodded and sat back on the barstool.
Loki didn't know it would be this easy to get you wrapped around his finger. He knew what your thoughts were about him. He knew all of the dirty scenarios you would place him in. And he knew all the negative thoughts you would think. How you think you're not pretty enough. How you think that he would never fall for you. That thoughts pissed him off. He thinks you're a fucking masterpiece. He thinks you're a delicious Asgardian meal he would like to devour every single night. He wished you could see yourself the way he sees you.
You were still sat on the barstool, sipping on your beverage. You tried so hard not to think. At all. So, instead you were watching the people dance. After a while of staring into the crowd, you felt a hand on your thigh. You were about to choke slam somebody, but then you looked to see Loki. He grabbed your drink and placed it on the bar counter. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you out of the party area. He pulled you up the stairs and all the way into the room. He kicked the door closed with his foot the twirled you around then pinned you against the door.
"Darling, do you have any idea how you make me feel?", He asked, breath fanning over your lips.
You didn't know what do say as you were in complete shock. You just settled on shaking your head no.
Loki then pushed his body flush against yours and you felt something against your inner thigh. It felt like a fucking third leg. It felt big. No, not big it felt huge.
Loki read your mind. Again. He then gripped your jaw and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss, yet there was so much passion in it. It was like he was pouring out all of the things he felt for you in one kiss. The kiss became heated when he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance to your mouth. You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in. Eventually, you had to part for air. When you did you stared at him and he smiled. He connected your lips once again, but he's lips moved to you jaw and down to your neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moaned when he found your sweet spot. When that sound came out of your mouth, he started attacking that sweet spot. You where letting out soft moans at the feeling of his younger swirling over that spot. You felt his hands move to your back. He tugged on the zipper in attempt to remove it. You giggled at his failing attempt at removing a dress. You turned around and moved your hair to the side to help him remove your dress.
He tugged the zipper down and the dress slid down your body. Loki stood there for a second to admire your body. You blushed and looked down.
"Hey, look at me", he lifted your chin so that your were looking at him. "You're beautiful. I don't care who says otherwise and you shouldn't either. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. You are perfect." That words made your heart pound in your chest. He made you feel pretty. For the first time you actually felt pretty. You smiled at him and connected your lips again. You pulled back and pushed him onto the bed.
"Thank you, but I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time, so I would like to get this done and then you can sweet talk me", you said much more confident than before. You decided to take charge and show him maybe you aren't as innocent as everyone says.
You unbuckled his pants and zipped it down. You tugged it off as went to straddle his lap. You tugged down his boxers and your eyes went wide. Sure, other guys you slept with were big. But he was huge no wonder why it felt like a third leg against your thigh. Because, it is huge.
You got up from his lap and pulled down your panties. Waisting no time at all you went back and straddled him. He groaned at the sight of your soaking cunt. You took his cock your hand and ran the tip over your folds, collecting the slick. You lined him up with your entrance and you sunk down onto his length. You both moaned at the feeling. You being filled and he feeling the tightness of your glistening pussy. You started to bounce up and down on his cock. Loki grabbed ahold of your hips moved you even faster. He needed more so he flipped you over and threw your legs over his shoulders. He slipped back into you and started thrusting at an inhumane pace. Well he isn't human so that might be why. The sounds of desperate moans and skin slapping filled the room. Loki brought his left hand up to your throat and his right hand laid on the side of your head for leverage.
You felt a familiar knot in your stomach as a sign that you are close. You shut your eyes and your face scrunched up. Loki could feel you were close because you were clenching around him.
"That's it darling, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me", he spoke between moans as he was close to his release as well.
You clenched around his throbbing cock and your legs started to shake. "Fuck!! L-loki!!".
Loki moaned so loudly you were sure everyone at the party heard it, but you couldn't give two shits. You and Loki both came at the same time and you were screaming at the pleasure when he's hot seed spilled into you. Both of you were panting heavily, but Loki kept thrusting to get you down from your high.
When you came down, Loki collapsed on top of you. You chuckled between breathes.
"That...was....the best....sex.. I've ever had ..", you said still breathing heavily.
Loki rolled off of you and went into the bathroom. He got a cloth and opened the tap to wet it a little bit. He came back to the room and started to clean you up.
"Darling", he said looking slightly nervous.
"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tomorrow night?"
You fake gasped and mocked him,"is the Loki Laufeyson asking me on a date??".
"Yes, I suppose he is", he said with a chuckle.
"Well in that case, I'd love to"
He smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
You both crawled into bed and Loki cuddled you like you were a fucking teddy bear. Like you were going to disappear. You didn't mind though. It made you feel special. He made you feel special.
That was the night you fell for Loki Laufeyson....
𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲♡︎♥︎
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I Will Always Find You - Loki x reader
a/n - hello lovely people!! this fic is once again for @animnerd ’s birthday challenge, this time with the prompt “i will always find you” (bold in the fic!) dani, i hope you have an amazing birthday and that you enjoyed the previous fic and this one! honestly, i had so much fun writing it. also, i’ve listened to the song As The World Caves In on repeat when i wrote this so if you want y’all could listen to it while you read to ✨set the scene✨ hehe. enjoy<3
Summary: When two cats try their hand at playing cat and mouse, that's where the fun beings. He's a challenge you're desperate to beat, you're a puzzle he craves to solve, and together, you make a remarkable pair. Too bad he's your mission. And you've never failed a mission before.
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: reader’s backstory is inspired by natasha, talks of killing, violence, mentions of blood and injuries, self doubt, angst and a couple of curse words
Fighting was an art to you, an art you had near perfected. You'd mastered over a dozen elements of combat – hand to hand, guns, rifles, swords, throwing knives, a bow and arrow, a staff… you probably knew hundreds of different ways to kill a man.
That's why when your mark was more than a man, it made it all the more interesting.
At last, a worthy opponent. You never thought you'd get to kill a god.
"Come out, come out, little mouse. I know you're there. What are you hiding for?" he teased into the air of his room.
You kicked open the vent you were hiding in, bursting through it before rolling gracefully, crouching on the floor. For a god, his hotel room didn't look too fancy.
"Ah! Hello," he smirked, "and who might you be, little mouse?"
"You're asking the wrong questions," you answered calmly, before moving faster than he could fathom, and in a split second, you were standing behind him, both of his wrists pinned behind his back, your knife against his neck.
"You know, darling, knives are really my thing. It's quite rude to copy," he said, smug.
"Nice last words," you snarled, but as you were coming to slit his throat, he simply used his magic, and the next thing you knew, he was leaning against the wall at the opposite side of the room.
"It's also rude to kill," he mock pouted, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Well, I beg your pardon for doing my job, Mr. Laufeyson." A dark expression passed on his face, and you gasped exaggeratedly. "Oh dear, it seems I've hit a nerve there. Oopsie. Daddy issues much?" you mocked.
He groaned, clenching his jaw. "Very well. You said I wasn't asking the right question, so how about this one – who sent you?"
"Let's just say there are certain individuals who do not wish for your presence on this planet. And they were willing to pay handsomely for that to happen, one way or another," you raised your eyebrow.
"Too bad," he smirked. "I'm quite keen on staying."
"Well then, we are at a conflict of interests here."
"I guess we are."
In the blink of an eye, you threw the knife precisely at where he was standing, and in the brief seconds it spun through the air, he magicked himself away again. You tensed up, trying to locate him now, your eyes darting helplessly across the room. Your jaw clenched as you felt a hand sneak around your neck.
"This is useless. I am a god, you can't possibly beat me, little mouse," he breathed in your ear. "Kneel, and I'll consider making it quick and painless."
Your instincts kicked in, and you grabbed his hand before he could get you in a stronger chokehold, twisting and kicking the back of his knees so he was now kneeling before you, as you had his arm twisted painfully behind his back.
"I kneel for no one, Laufeyson. Not even gods."
You drew out another sharp blade, once again lifting it to his throat, but he managed to break free again, overpowering you until your back was pressed against the wall, and he was using his momentum to bring your own knife, still clutched in your hand, up to your neck.
Doing your best to hold him off, you tried to wriggle free of his grasp, tried to push against him. The knife was getting closer and closer, so you lifted your leg in a sharp movement, your knee hitting his stomach, giving you the opportunity to cut your losses and slip away to regroup, moving quickly towards the vent.
"Didn't know humans had this much fight in them," he chuckled into the empty room, "but I like a challenge. I will find you," he warned. "No matter how hard you try to hide, little mouse, I will always find you."
You held your breath in the vents, not daring to make a move or a sound until he left, and finally, after a few agonizing minutes, he left, and you took your chance to do so as well.
Fury wouldn't like that, but what matters is that you're alive.
Fury indeed wasn't pleased with your results. You weren't exactly a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and were also one of his best… collaborators, so he couldn't afford to let you go that easy. You stayed working with him, and you stayed on the case of Loki.
You'd done your homework. You thought you knew enough about him, about his fast, to be able to capture him, or kill him if it comes to that, but as it turned out you were able to do none.
Well, you weren’t one to back out from a challenge.
You and Loki had more encounters after that one. You tried hunting him down countless times, but every time he managed to slip away, like sand between your fingers. He was a graceful bolt of lightning; there one minute, gone the next, the only thing left behind was the damage.
And he did some serious damage at that. Citizens terrorized, property destroyed. Loki was seemingly chaotic, messy in his rampage, but you knew better than that. He was smart, calculated. Knew exactly where to hit to make it hurt, but never did too much damage, not enough to get the public to notice his presence. You didn't know what he was waiting for, but you prayed it would leave you enough time to bring him down before it happened.
But he never seemed to hurt you. Even as you were fighting, face to face, he never quite got the best of you, always leaving you room to escape. You knew your worth in battle, but you also knew your weaknesses, and Loki was definitely letting you win. You didn't quite know what to make of that.
Right now though, your mission had nothing to do with him. Fury had assigned you to something different, to get your mind off the chase a little. It was supposed to be an easy job. Get into the party, with the proper disguise of course, get a little cozy with the target, only enough to plant the bug in his phone, and get out of there.
Except maybe the mark was a little higher ranking than you thought because he was way more protected than you anticipated, so now you were running, your heels long ruined, your maxi dress draping over you in a way that was meant for seduction, not escape, your hand clutching onto your side as you fought to breathe through the sharp pain of the gunshot. You didn't think it hit any vital organs, since you could still run, but it didn't mean it didn't make it harder for you to get away, hearing the grunts and shouts of the thugs coming after you.
Normally, you'd just stay and fight them, but you weren't that proud, knowing you had to get out of there, fast. You managed to slip out of the building, stumbling your way behind it, taking cover in the small forest. On the one hand, you were lucky the mafia threw their parties in the middle of nowhere. On the other hand, you were utterly screwed. Your comm got ruined in the fight, you didn't know how long it would be until headquarters noticed you cut contact. Add that to the time it'll take them to get here with backup – yeah, you were going to be here awhile.
You fought to keep your eyes open, bunching up the fabric of your dress to press down on your wound. The pain made you wince, biting down on your lip, drawing blood, as long as you didn't make a sound.
At the sound of footsteps nearing, you pulled yourself to your feet, pulling the small pistol from the holster on your thigh. You didn't know exactly how many bullets you had left after the shootout inside, but it didn't matter. It sounded like one set of footsteps, which means it should only take one bullet.
But as a shadow emerged from the woods in front of you, you lost your balance, staggering forward, and colliding with a tall form, your hands finding purchase in the leather straps on the man's chest.
No, not a man. Shit. That's why he could get so close so quickly.
"Come on," Loki said, clutching at you before reaching to put one hand behind your knees, lifting you up like you weighed nothing, carrying you deeper into the woods.
Your head was lulling back and forth with each step he took, your strength running out fast, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
"Came to finish it, did you?" you chuckled as he laid you down once more, your back sagging against a tree. You grunted in pain as the movement disturbed your torso.
"Now where's the fun in that?"
He reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand. Looking into your eyes, the corners of his mouth uplifted slightly, you circled his wrist with your hand, pulling his hand away.
"What do you want?" you whispered. "I'm tired. At least make it quick, will you?"
He put his palm out, making a bright blue light emanate from it. With his other hand, he moved your hand which was pressing on the wound, replacing it with his glowing one. It was a strange sensation, tingled. All the while, he kept his eyes boring into yours, and you couldn't bring yourself to look away, the intensity of the moment causing a shiver to run up your spine.
When he finally took his hand away, the blood stopped spilling from the wound. You started feeling better, like along with the blood, he stopped your energy from running out.
"Why?" was all you could muster to say to him.
"What challenge would it be if you're wounded, hm? Besides, I told you. I will always find you." He reached out, his thumb gently cleaning up the blood on your lower lip.
You only glared at him, trying to understand. It's been a while since someone saw you, even longer since someone sought you out. Everyone was either intimidated or simply weren't competent enough to notice you. Except for him. Because he was looking into your eyes, and the moment the next words came out of his mouth, you knew he saw you, and he didn't back away.
"Aren't you tired of hurting for them? You look like you already hurt enough on your own."
"Excuse me?" you blinked owlishly, swallowing.
"I'm just saying," he shrugged, "you should think about it."
"I don't know what you mean," you lied.
"Okay," he raised his eyebrows briefly, before standing up from where he was crouching beside you, backing away and leaning against a nearby tree.
You sat there in silence for a few more moments, the sounds of the forest, and the more far-off sounds of people the only thing filling the space between you.
"I don't understand you," you admitted softly.
"I think you do. I think you understand me perfectly," he came back next to you, bowing almost, so he could reach to tilt your chin up, your gaze meeting his. "I think you have more in common with me than you'd like to admit. And I'm a liar myself, so I can't exactly judge you for lying. But I don't think you're good enough of a liar to fool yourself. So I think you do understand, with perfect clarity."
Your jaw clenched as you looked into his eyes. They were sincere. You knew he told the truth.
His eyes broke away from yours only when the quiet whirring of a quinjet sounded from above. He flashed a look at the sky through the treetops, before flashing you a sinister smile. There he was again, being the villain. You couldn't help but wonder how much of that was an act.
"There's your ride," he said, before giving you a lazy two fingered salute and disappearing into the night, just as suddenly as he appeared.
"We meet again, little mouse. I trust you've recovered well?"
You didn't know how he heard your steps, felt your presence. It was unnerving. You weren't used to being seen.
"Partially thanks to you," you replied, before bursting forward out of the shadows, holding the knife to his neck from behind once more.
"Don't you think this is getting a little predictable?" he snickered, breaking free of your grasp, coming to stand in front of you, arms raised in a mock fighting stance.
"It's anything but, especially when you keep letting me escape," you raised your eyebrow at him, mirroring his stance.
"Ah, so you're onto me." He charged forward at you, a knife appearing in his hand, materializing from thin air.
"Not really," you said, easily breaking his attack, blocking him with your forearm before flipping your own knife and catching it again, pointing it at his neck, "I still don't know why you do it."
That's right. Just keep him talking for long enough to get him where you want him.
"Still lying I see," he smiles, catching your wrist.
You spun your arm to break free of his grasp, "Well, even if I am, I'm not the only one withholding the truth."
"I suppose you're right," he chuckled, gesturing with his arms and shrugging as if to say, 'what can you do about it'.
And that's when you found your chance.
It was Bruce's idea. Thor helped him with it. They all knew how vital it was to cut Loki's time on earth short.
You reached out and grabbed his wrist, slipping the cuff on them, and quickly doing the same to the other one, and then his hands were cuffed in his lap. You kicked his knees so he'd drop down in front of you.
"Hm, it's a wonder how I always end up on my knees in front of you," he smirked. "I thought it'd be the other way around, but I don't mind it as much." His smug tone made you smirk yourself, watching as he tried to forcefully break the handcuffs. When he couldn't, his own smirk wiped off his face, and he tried to use his magic, but he couldn't do that either.
Bruce said it's a sort of Asgardian kryptonite, but honestly, you didn't really understand how it worked. It wasn't your job. Your job was to do the dirty work. It's what you were good at.
"What is this?" he asked, his bewildered eyes meeting your cold ones.
"A little help," you answered. You put your knife to his throat, but now it was time for your own smirk to falter, your heart picking up its pace, your breathing uneven.
"Well then," he smiled, but now there was no amusement in it, only bitterness. "I guess you decided you're playing for a team after all. I thought you didn't like them."
You scoffed. "What do you mean them? I am them. I am here as their warrior. There isn't much of a separation between me and them, certainly not to you."
"But wouldn't you like there to be?"
You didn't answer, only clenching your jaw and bringing the knife closer to his neck, making him recoil a bit.
"Wouldn't you like to stop doing this?" he repeated.
"I'm serving justice. I'm doing what's right."
"But aren't you doing it in all of the wrong ways?"
"I do what I'm good at, Loki," you said, fighting to keep your voice from faltering, "and besides, you have no right to lecture me about wrong ways."
"Don't I? I helped you when you were hurt, and here you are, trying to hurt me. Again. I'd say it's a 1-0 for me," he smirked.
"You didn't have to help. I never asked you to. No one forced you to."
"I know," he said, becoming more serious, "but I said I will always find you. I'm a god of my word," he flashed you a smile that quickly wore off of his face when the weight of the situation landed on him again as he looked into your eyes. "Also, I know what it's like trying to belong somewhere you simply don't. I know what it's like to feel out of place, yet have a burning urge to appease the people around you, to blend in. I know what it's like to be extraordinary and fight with one hand behind your back only to be part of a team," he spat out the last word with disdain.
"I know what it's like to stick out in what you thought was your home. And I also know, if you're doing mental gymnastics only to feel like you belong, you probably don't truly belong there," he finished, lowering his eyes.
You were quiet for a few moments. "I'm not like you," you said, shaking your head.
He only lifted his eyes again in a knowing look.
"I have a mission to accomplish," you whispered.
"Alright then. No one's stopping you," he said, lifting his head slightly to expose even more of his neck. "Do it," he whispered.
You looked down at him, head clouded with thoughts, fuzzy.
"I can't," you admitted weakly. "I can't."
You dropped down to your knees in front of him, getting the key and releasing him.
"Go," you said, your eyes filling with tears of frustration, anger, as he got up, rubbing his wrists. You're weak, whispered a thousand menacing voices in your head.
As if he heard them too, Loki offered you his hand to help you up. "You're not weak. You're free."
"Like hell I am," you chuckled, the sound void of humor.
"You could come with me?"
And well, it's not like you had any better options, did you? Returning to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters hardly seemed like a good move. And you didn't really have anywhere else to be.
Loki had found a little abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. The place was in ruins, but it was good enough.
He gave you space for the few days you stayed there. Space to make some sense of your jumbled thoughts, to process what you did.
Before S.H.I.E.L.D got to you, you worked for very bad people. Before that, you were trained by very bad people. So working for good people was an upgrade for sure.
Except… except that it wasn't. Because you were still doing the wrong things you'd been trained to do. The fact that you were now doing them for the right side of history didn't change that. You still did bad things, except now you were doing them to bad people.
It was better, but it wasn't what you wanted.
When you were a kid, you used to dream of being a kind, charitable princess, who gave from her riches to help everyone in the kingdom. To say things didn't go that way would be an understatement.
You wondered what young you would have thought of you now. Probably not good things. She would've feared you, would've called her mommy and daddy, who wouldn't be there for long anyway. But that wasn't a loss you wanted to dwell on.
Your mind kept replaying that last conversation you had with Loki. You didn't talk much since, always exchanging short, practical words about what you were going to it, or who takes the first shift at night. You couldn't stop holding on to his words; I know what it's like to stick out in what you thought was your home.
You ached to ask him about it, to investigate further, but you knew it would do neither of you any good. Instead, you kept detangling your own thoughts, bit by bit.
In joining S.H.I.E.L.D, you thought you were doing a good thing, using your talents for good. Now, you were starting to realize the scars of your past weren't talents for anyone's use, but painful reminders you had to endure, to amend. And you couldn't do that while you were still fighting.
Loki was right after all. You were tired of fighting for people who weren't yourself, for people who wouldn't fight for you back, the most they'd do is fight for your talents, for your usefulness.
It was late at night, the crackling fire you had allowed yourself to light illuminating the space in a soft glow. Loki, having offered to take the first shift, was sitting on the ground beside it, his eyes staring unfocusedly towards the fire, but clearly seeing something much farther.
You couldn’t sleep, so you got up, intending to offer to cut his shift short. You were bundled up in a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets, and you took one blanket with you as you got up, wrapping it around your shoulders as you made your way to sit down next to him.
All the while, he didn't move his eyes, didn't move at all aside from the steady rise and fall of his chest.
The night was an inviting type of quiet. It was probably nearing two am, and the soft sounds of crickets were in the air around you, but not overwhelmingly so. The chilly night air came and went easily from your lungs, refreshing and filled with an unidentifiable scent of nature, not any one plant but just the smell of the outdoors. It wasn't often that you could appreciate silence in this way, your thoughts often being too loud to care. But right now, after days of reflection, they were quieter, softer as you marveled at the world around you.
"It was hard to sleep for me at first too," he spoke up, icy eyes still looking into the fire. You waited patiently until he continued. "You're just so used to it being loud. Other people's commands and wishes, your own thoughts, you get so accustomed to being suffocated that your first few breaths feel strange and foreign. Almost as overwhelming as the noise."
"Yeah," you hummed. "You want to go to sleep? I'm awake anyways. I'll cover for you."
"No, it's fine."
He still wasn't looking at you, so you too turned your eyes to the crackling fire, watching as it danced around in an intricate, unpredictable way. Fire didn't conform to patterns. It simply burned until it couldn't anymore. You wondered whether you'd end up like the fire. In ashes.
"What are we going to do?" you voiced your thoughts softly.
"I don't know," you heard the low timbre of his voice next to you. "Are we going to do anything?"
You chuckled. "That's a good point."
"You know, I wouldn't mind it so much. It's been lonely being the only outsider."
You still weren’t looking at each other, but you swore that moment, you'd seen his soul.
"Well, if we're not alone, I guess that means we're not outsiders anymore."
"Yeah," he whispered, smiling to himself. "I-"
A distant rumble caught your attention, and you both immediately tensed. Looking up, you saw the military plane headed towards you, recognizing the kind even from far away. A bomber.
"Do you think it's S.H.I.E.L.D?" Loki whispered.
"I don’t know," you said, panic evident in your voice. You weren't even trying to hide it. There was no way you could go back now. Maybe they've figured out you were going, that you weren't going to do your mission and you weren't going to come back. Maybe they thought you were dead, and they were coming for him that way.
He laid a hand on your shoulder, making your thoughts slow down.
"C'mon, let's turn out the fire."
You nodded and got up. Each of you got a small flashlight, and in a few seconds the fire was off, and you were each stuffing your things hurriedly into your bag when the rumble sounded much closer than before.
"Unless you think your magic can stop a bomb, we have to go!" you said, taking your bag as it was and starting to run into the woods, Loki right on your heels.
But you were in better shape than him, the panic sending a surge of adrenaline in your system as well, sending you running like a madwoman. It took you minutes to realize you'd lost him, your throat constricting, but you kept running and running until the hum of the plane engine was so close you were convinced you could feel it, until you couldn't stand it anymore and you turned around, just in time to see the bomb drop where your campsite was.
The earth shook beneath your feet with the force of the explosion, and you were thrown backwards as the wave of hellish heat enveloped you, what was once the old cabin now on fire. You knew that soon, the trees surrounding it will catch fire too, so you had to keep going, had to put more distance between it and yourself, but you couldn't bring your feet to move, because where is he, where the fuck is Loki?
Tears flooded your eyes and you sniffled, blinking rapidly to try to get them to go away. Of course you'd lose him too. You were always meant to be alone, weren't you? Unseen, misunderstood, and until there was finally a person, or a god, that truly knew you, you were a fool to hope it would go on for more than it has.
But you still couldn't bring yourself to take even a step, rooted in place, feeling like if you'd move your knees would buckle.
You stood like that for long moments, until a shadow was rapidly moving towards you, running closer and closer with each second. Maybe it was an agent, here to finish the job, but as you looked closer, as much as the tears blurring your sight would allow, you saw it wasn't an agent.
Relief flooded you, your tears falling from your eyes freely now, but not as free as you felt. You felt like you could fly.
He finally reached you, panting. "Told you," he smiled, "I'll always find you."
You took a couple of determined steps and closed the distance between you, grabbing hold of the leather straps on his chest and smashing your lips on his in an urgent, fiery kiss.
And as you stood in each other's arms in the thick forest, the only thing illuminating you the fire and the stars, you knew he did find you, in more ways than one. He helped you uncover a side of yourself you were sure was gone forever. Turns out you just needed the right god by your side.
Nick Fury was making his way out of the elevators and onto the floor his office was on when he heard the commotion. Immediately, he tensed, chucking the half-full cup of coffee in a nearby trash can, his hand moving to his holster as he slowly made the rest of the way to his office at the end of the floor.
He took a deep breath when he realized all he heard was people talking, no screams or suspicious thuds, schooled his features and got into his office.
"What's going on?" he asked in his authoritative voice, making the buzz of voices in the room die down. "Hill," he called out to Maria once he spotted her in the mix, "Fill me in."
"See for yourself," she said, shaking her head solemnly and gesturing to his desk. The office was swarming with agents, but somehow they managed to cram even closer together, making a path for him.
He quickly stepped forward, paying no mind to the rest of the agents, and came to stand behind his desk. If this was a normal morning, he'd take a seat in his chair, finish his coffee.
But this wasn't a normal day, his office was full of people, and a document was waiting for him on his desk, a page stabbed onto the desk with a throwing knife, which read as follows –
LETTER OF RESIGNATION
Partnership's over. Don't worry, I won't spill any of your precious little secrets. I'm just tired of fighting for others when I can be fighting for myself.
Don't come looking for me. You won't find me even if you tried.
There wasn't a name at the bottom, but the knife had given it away, it was obvious; it was you.
"Son of a-"
Your home was quiet. The universe was big, and after plenty of searching, you had finally found a small corner of it to call yours.
If ten years ago someone would've told you you'd have a white picket fence, you would have laughed in their face. Maybe punched them as well, because you couldn't have that kind of life.
But lo and behold, here you were, sitting in the rocking chair on your back porch, the spring breeze warm on your face, the fence white, looking as good as new after Loki had painted it over again a month ago.
Loki, who was playing hide and seek with your daughter and son in the backyard. Rey was a spitting image of him, her blue eyes shining with laugher as she and her brother ran and hid. You thought Theo looked quite like Loki as well, but he always told you he saw more of you in your children than he did himself.
"Perhaps it is because I think of myself as a snake still," he chuckled, "but these children are all you, darling. Without you, I would have none of this. They will grow to be kind, and gentle, just as you've taught me to be."
"Either of us can hardly be described as a kind person, Loki, or gentle," you laughed, "we're not great people."
You tried to pass it off as a joke, but he knew it bothered you. He saw it in the nightmares, in the guilt you'd have on your face when you woke up from them. He saw it in the way you helped the children patch up a wounded street dog, in the way you always made sure to tell the shop clerks good morning and good afternoon and thank them. He was it in the way you were trying, truly trying.
"Maybe," he said softly, "but we're better than we were. And they'll be even better than us."
You only hummed in response, letting your thumb caress his hand, clutched in yours.
"Ready or not, here I come!" Loki called out, opening his eyes and starting to look for them across the yard. They were both crouching behind a tree, laughing and giggling, but he pretended not to notice, wandering around.
"Darling, have you seen the children? I can't find them for the life of me!" he called out to you, and you laughed and shook your head.
"Oh well, I suppose I'll look some more," he shrugged. He continued his "search" for a little while longer, until finally, he came around to the tree, the kids' giggles only intensifying when he caught them, one in each arm.
"Ah, there you are!" he ruffled Theo's hair, tickled Rey slightly. When they stopped laughing, Loki got up, taking Theo on his hip, his free hand helping Rey up, her small hand engulfed in his bigger one as they made their way to you across the yard.
"Daddy," Rey frowned, "how do you always win? We hide really well!"
"You're right," he smiled, "you do hide well. But let me tell you both a secret," he put Theo down, crouching down again to be at their eye level, and talking to them in a hushed whisper you could still hear.
"No matter what, I can find you. No matter how far you are or how long it's been, daddy will always find you," he promised. "Even if you're very well hidden."
"Even when we'll be grown up?" Theo asked.
"Even then," he nodded with a soft smile. "I will always find you."
"Well then it's not fair! Mommy should play with us next time!"
Loki and you shared an amused look, before you looked down at your round stomach, rubbing your hand over it mindlessly.
"Maybe a bit after your baby sibling arrives," you promised with a smile.
"I can't wait to have a little sister," Rey said excitedly.
"How do you know it's not gonna be a boy?" Theo protested.
"Because I do," she said haughtily, making him scrunch up his face and take his tongue out at her.
In the end, she was right. It was a girl. You suspected maybe Rey inherited some of her father's magical capabilities, but it was too soon to know. But even Theo soon got over himself, claiming that his baby sister was his new best friend.
As for Loki, he kept his promise for years to come, always being there when you needed him.
If anyone would have told you you'd end up having a family with the god of mischief, you'd have laughed in their face. But now you knew otherwise. You wouldn't have been surprised if someone told you it was destiny, that you were always meant to find each other, no matter what.
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ITS TIME TO START #LOKITOBER!!!! LET THE REQUESTS BEGIN. I WILL BE TAKING REQUESTS FROM NOW UNTIL THE LAST WEEK OF OCTOBER!
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Drabble #1- His Keeper
Clint and Thor: Hey Loki, we're going out for drinks. You down?
Loki: Of course
Clint: ...You don't want to check in with Y/N first?
Loki: (looking smug) I am a God! Gods do not answer to mortals.
Clint and Thor: (eyes widen while staring over his shoulder)
Loki: (swallows hard while trying to keep his voice steady) ... Y/N is standing behind me I presume?
Y/N: (clears throat as you cross your arms over your chest)
Clint: (pats his shoulder) It's been nice knowing you man.
Thor: (hugs Loki) Brother, I will always cherish our time together.
Loki: ( watches them leave before turning around) Darling, have I told you how ravishing you look today?
Y/N: (points without saying a word)
Loki: (sighs and hangs his head) I know my love. I'm going to my time out spot to think about what I've done...
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how every loki fanfic starts
(and please keep it coming)
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"How did you do it?" Your voice was hoarse after hours of crying. You never usually cry — you were so used to keeping it all to yourself, until Loki confronted you about it. How does he know you so well, you wondered. "How did you find peace? After being so broken and scarred."
He smiled at you and held your hand. "I just learned to finally let go. I realized, the past didn't really matter. The only thing that does matter is what I choose to be now. It took a lot of work, for sure. I'm still working on it. But it does get better, little by little."
You pondered for a moment, but then realized something. "Oh hey, congratulations! You're not the God of Lies, anymore. What will you be called now?"
His smile widened, and he held his head up high. "I am now Loki, the God of Stories."
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Imposter Syndrome - Loki x Reader - Words: 934
A/N: A/N: This fic is 100% self-indulgent. I wrote this instead of therapy LOL
ON A VERY SERIOUS NOTE: Reader in this fic is quite depressed and briefly mentions suicidal thoughts. It's very brief and not graphic. However, if you feel this may trigger you, check out my Masterlist and pick a different fic or message me and let's talk. ❤❤❤
You stood on the balcony, staring out over the glittering gold city below. You gripped the railing tightly, squeezing your eyes shut. Your breath came to you in short gasps as you tried to quiet the chaos in your mind.
"Stop, stop," You cried, gasping. "Please." You were so lost in your own mind that you didn't hear Loki walk out to you.
"Darling?" He said, but you didn't reply. He carefully but firmly wrapped his arms around you and you screamed, startled at the touch. "I didn't want to scare you," He immediately said. "But you didn't hear me. And I didn't want you to fall."
"And what if I wanted to?" You snapped without thinking of what you said.
Loki's grip on you unconsciously tightened and you could see the look of desperation and despair spread over his features. "Is that truly how you feel?"
"Sometimes," You admitted quietly, looking away in embarrassment. Loki hugged you tightly and you could hear his heart racing as you leaned on his chest.
"Why?" He asked. "I-" He took a shaky breath and slowly ran his fingers through your hair. "I want to understand." You shrugged and pulled away from him, walking back inside.
"I can't explain. When I want to explain it," You said slowly, struggling with even the simplest word. "When I can think of how, it's not the right time," You paused, taking a few deep breaths. "And when I'm like this, words don't like to come out." You sat on the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself while you cried silently.
"Take all the time you need, my love," Loki whispered, sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms. You gripped his shirt tightly, trying to get a hold of even one thought.
"It's like I can't think. Everything is too loud."
"Do you want me to help you?" Loki offers while holding his hand up, his seidr glowing at his fingertips.
"No!" You screamed, once again pulling away. "You do far too much for me. Why-" Your voice broke and you sniffled loudly. "Why do you even care? I'm a worthless Midgardian who can't do such a single thing as expressing herself! I'm not skilled nor smart. Especially not here in Asgard!"
"No, pet! That's not-"
"And that's another thing!" You yell, getting up and walking across the room. "You call me 'pet' because that's all I am. A funny little plaything to keep around."
"I'm sorry," Loki whispers, the hurt obviously on his face. Not hurt for himself but rather for you. "How can I make things better? Would you like to move back to Midg-erm, back home? And I promise I'll never call you 'pet' again. I love you, darling. You are not just a plaything to me. I call you 'pet' because you're mine, because it's a term of endearment. I do not call just anyone 'pet'. I do not throw it around like it means nothing. You are mine and you always will be and I want everyone in the whole nine realms to know! But if you would prefer another term I will oblige. Whatever will make you comfortable."
"Oh Loki," You sobbed, letting yourself collapse against Loki, no more fight left in you. "I'm so tired. I just want to be happy. I love when you call me 'pet'. Really I do. I love that you want me to be yours. I just overthink a lot. And I'm scared. I'm scared that one day you or someone else or even myself will realize that I'm a fake. Realize I can't really pull all this off and that I don't belong."
"No, no! You're not a fake! If you were a fake you'd have left me and married my brother the moment you met him," He chuckled. You wrinkled your nose in disgust.
"Ew! No way! Thor is-well he's nice enough but he's not husband material. Not for me at least," You smiled. Loki kissed your forehead and hugged you tightly.
"There's the smile I love," He said. "Seriously though, I've met far too many insincere people. People who put on an act just for their own selfish gain. You are not one of them. You truly care about people and you give of yourself to all."
"You're just saying that because you have to."
"No, my dear," Loki replied honestly. "I'm saying this as a man who's benefited from that care more than I ever could repay."
"I-" You sighed heavily. "Thank you I guess."
"I know I'll have to remind you of this occasionally, but I do not mind. As long as you let me, I will happily be here for you whenever you need me."
“Thank you, Loki,” You replied, closing your eyes and leaning against him. He picked you up and carried you back to bed.
“Why don’t we get some rest now? Perhaps we can plan a visit back to your hometown later?"
"That would be wonderful, Loki." Once he pulled the covers over you, you snuggled up against him. "I love you so much. I'm sorry for scaring you."
"Don't fret," He immediately said. "Never fear talking to me about what's going through your mind. I do understand. I've had those thoughts myself. I-" He sighed. "Well, we won't discuss that right now. But trust me when I say I truly understand."
"Okay," You whispered, looking up at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes.
"Now sleep, we have a lot of planning to do when we wake." You smiled contentedly and fell asleep in his arms.
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The Dark Team (part 5 S2)
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Warnings: abductions, kidnapping, forced unconsciousness, electroshocks (non explicit).
A/N: Listen. Listen. The chronologies... we already knew those were weird in this story and we accepted that. Now, we have to also accept the whole multiverse thingy being even more weird, because, yes, I'm mentioning OSCORP. Let's deal with it like mature people *screams into abyss of no return*.
“Your dirty little secret? Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding!”, exclaimed Steve, slamming the table. He immediately looked at you, “I’m sorry”.
He said sorry because it was three in the morning, Narfi was sound asleep and you all kept bickering about the coded message. You had peeped in your room several times, only to find, the first two times, Loki and your son reading in silence, each his own book, both neatly tucked under the same weighted blanket and Narfi's head resting on his father's shoulder. The third time, Narfi was asleep and Loki kept reading. The fourth, Narfi was all alone in the king-sized bed and Loki wasn't there. But he hadn't joined the meeting either.
Nobody could figure out what the dirty little secret was, and they all thought it was something Tony did. Like, you know, selling weapons.
“It’s okay, Steve. Listen, this is getting nowhere. And Loki should be here by now, where did you send him?”.
“I didn’t send him, he just… he said he needed to do something that had something to do with… could he have mentioned an old tutor?”, said Bucky, and you furrowed your brows.
“Is he in Asgard, now?”.
You took your phone out, and tried to call him again, but he didn’t answer. There wasn't any phone signal in Asgard. Why would he go in there without saying anything?
“Look, all I’m saying is, the message was through JARVIS, and you’re the one with the most filthy secrets in here”, said Thor.
“Are you serious?”, spat Tony, pointing at Bucky. “This one was a hydra assassin”, pointing at Natasha “this one is an assassin”, pointing at Thor “we have no idea what’s going on with your thousand and half long life”, and finally pointing at you “there are no records whatsoever of anything you’ve done before my internship. So, no. I’m not the only one with the dirty secrets here. And, by the way, they’re dirty but public”.
“Yes. The billions you’ve won by selling weapons are very well known”.
“Shut your mouth”.
“Listen, this will get us nowhere. We could be in danger if we don't do something about this so if anyone is under any little suspicion of what a dirty secret they could be cultivating, this is the time to say it", you mediated, still calling Loki and getting directly to the voicemail.
"What could we possibly be having, Y/n?", asked Bruce tiredly.
"Any weird and innovative lab experiment? Something that could be used as a weapon? A disease? A cure? A mutation? Anything?", and you stopped on your words immediately. "Oh, no". As you opened your eyes widely, about to run to Narfi's room, Loki picked up the phone and you put it on speaker, pausing your fear. "Love! Where are you?".
Silence. Silence in the whole room, and a flickering light kind of sound. And then the unmistakable sound of a bad microphone on the other line, white noises, whispers to which you couldn't figure out the words.
"It's easy, really", said a rusty voice from the other side of the line. Everyone put on their best panic faces. You could feel your heartbeat on your throat. Not again. Not goddamn again, someone kidnapped one of you. This wasn't the kind of mission you wanted to join to get back on your feet. "You give us what we want, Mr. Stark, and we give you the man".
You looked at Tony and he huffed in frustration. He opened his mouth to speak, but on the background of the call you could hear Loki's unimpressed voice,
"The God. I'm not a man".
"Loki, are you okay? Can you hear me? Where are you?", you tried.
"I'm okay. These idiots think that they can…", he began saying, but a buzzing noise cut him off, along with a muffled screaming and something you figured was an electroshock took him out of the conversation.
"What do you want?", asked Stark. "Who are you?".
"We want money, Mr. Stark. A lot of it, to found our project", explained the voice. "And the other thing we need for the project. We could do with this one, but I'm sure you could give us a better sample".
"What is he talking about, Tony?".
"You think you can be more specific, dear?", asked Tony, losing his patience.
"Imagine a supersoldier, a superior being like that, but with ice powers, Mr. Stark. A man that's a mortal weapon itself", explained the kidnapper. "This one is particularly alright. But we will need a lot of him".
"What are you saying?".
"The frost giant. We want his blood".
They cut the conversation and Bucky grabbed your shoulder as you began to panic.
"Y/n, before jumping to this mission you should leave Narfi with someone strong enough to protect him", intervened Thor. You looked at him and sighed.
"Fine. Loki can't hear a word of this, alright?".
"Let it in my hands. I'll also ask Heimdall", he assured you and you squeezed his hand.
"Thank you", you told him, and traced the call. You did it in a few minutes and walked to Narfi’s room, to tell him where he would go. You wondered how you’d keep him calm. Usually Loki is the one that brought calmness to the situations, and this time around you had to be the one to keep calm and manage it all. You also wondered if he was capable of escaping on his own or if the kidnappers knew who they were dealing with and got him too restrained to run. Electroshocks. Loki’s weakness (anyone’s, really), so you guessed they knew better.
You knocked on Narfi’s door and he let you in with a flick of his wrist. Purple lights around the door made it disappear and he shifted his expressions from panic to disappointment really quickly.
“I’m so sorry, I…”, he began, but you walked hurriedly to him.
“Don’t worry about it, Narfi. Listen”, you said, and kneeled in front of him to reach his own height. You grabbed his tiny hand, and he paid close attention. “Daddy’s in trouble, and uncle Buck and I are going to help him come back home, alright? He’s fine, you don’t need to worry”, you explained the best you could.
“Can I come with, please, please? Daddy taught me things that could be useful, please?”.
“Don’t you wanna go with grandma, better?”, you smiled at him, hoping he’d accept and you wouldn’t have to take him against his wishes, “come on, darling, she wants to teach you some new tricks”.
Narfi smiled at those words and you sighed in relief.
“How long are you gonna take?”.
“I’m not sure. Couple of days at most”.
“Is daddy on a mission?”.
“Is he winning?”.
“I’m sure he is”.
“Is he cutting people with his new dagger?”.
“What do you mean new dag… wait, no, he’s not… hurting anyone, alright? Just… pack your things”.
“I hope he someday teaches me to throw knives like him”.
“Pack your toothbrush!”, you said from the door, and whispered to yourself, “dear Lord, I’m not letting Loki train at his sight again”.
As you left his room for him to get ready, you hurried your steps to meet the team. You tripped and fell over with someone’s leg. When you got up, hurting from the hit, you realized you tripped over Steve’s unconscious body. Looking around, the whole team seemed to have passed out completely.
“JARVIS!”, you called, your voice less calm than you would’ve liked to.
“Yes, Mx. Y/n?”.
“‘Yes, Mx. Y/n?’ What the hell happened here? Take their vitals!”, you rushed to Tony’s side and took his pulse. He seemed asleep. Just in case, you covered your nose and mouth with your sleeve.
“According to my database, they all seem to be in perfect condition. There might be some sort of a substance in the air. Should I alert Mr. Laufeyson as he comes back?”.
“Oh, God”, you realized.
You ran up to his room, knocking everything on your way to him. But as you didn’t even need to open an invisible door, you realized he wasn’t there. The room was completely empty.
Half an hour passed, and in the middle you ran all the way around the Tower, trying to unsuccessfully find your son hiding somewhere. But no, you were sure. You had already some theory of what could’ve happened to him and where he could be. And you didn’t like that idea at all. Oh, no. You much rather the Allfather keeping him forever than the alternative.
You poured a bit of the chemical mix you managed to prepare despite your trembling hands on the room’s vaporizer, and everyone began slowly recovering consciousness. Tony coughed up a blue liquid, and looked at it without much clue of what happened.
“Amitriptyline”, you told him, and he furrowed his brows. “In this dosage can make saliva blue, besides urine”, you explained what he hadn’t asked.
“But what for? I’m not depressed”.
“It’s for blocking whatever you’ve been given to get passed out. I know their tricks”, you vaguely explained, but, in all honesty, you really did not want to explain why you knew antidepressants blocked the effects of that substance.
“Their? What just happened?”.
“Where is my brother?!”, beamed Thor, ready to guilt him on it.
“This is not on Loki”, you said, taking a notepad out of your pocket and scribbling down some things while Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony and Natasha got up and approached you cautiously. Thor began looking up, still trying to figure out if there was any of his brother’s magic involved. “They took Narfi. We have to act quickly, alright?”.
“Oh God, you’re not serious”, said Bucky, lowering his voice.
“They said… they said they wanted Loki’s blood”, recalled Natasha. “Loki’s blood, his heir. Not his actual blood”, she realized. You nodded.
“They want to mix human DNA with Jötun DNA and do that weird icy supersoldier mix, that terrible idea. That’s why they wanted Loki, to get his pure Jötun cells, and then get Narfi, to see how the chromosome pairs work. They want to experiment with my child”, you blurted out with your heart on your chest. “This, this right now, is an important mission. So we all better do this right now”.
“Wait, so what’s your plan of approach? Go to whatever place you think they are and go get them?”, said Steve. “I know you’re stressed and you have every right to be, but think. We need a plan”.
“We don’t need a plan, we need action, right now”, you said, unrecognizable words coming out of your mouth.
“Y/n”, mediated Tony. “Listen. We’ll figure it out. Rest of the team, to my office. You stay here and do not move even a hair, you hear me? You’re in no condition to get on board with this. Let us do this and you can help from a distance”.
“No way. There is no way you’re leaving me out of rescuing my own son”.
“Exactly because it’s your kid we’re talking about. Listen, a surgeon can’t operate on their own child. No, no. Don’t argue with me. Close your mouth. Barnes, make sure they don’t do anything stupid, wouldn’t you?”.
And with that, he left.
You and Bucky stayed in silence for about ten seconds, fidgeting with the notepad you had in between your fingers, ready to tear it to pieces out of anxiousness. After that, you said,
“Rescuing my child is not doing something stupid, right?”.
He shrugged and huffed out.
“I guess not. What’s your plan?”.
“Where would you go if you were a kidnapper with a very important child to perform very illegal experiments?”.
“I… don’t know”.
“Remember when you asked what my major was?”.
“I… well, before the stark internship I worked in a very… odd place, it made experiments. Genetic experiments. The famous OSCORP, you know the place. They were the ones doing all the spider shit and Peter got bit by a spider in there. I worked there, and there was something that… never added up. The experiments grew worse and worse, more immoral, more dangerous. I couldn’t take them anymore and I left without leaving a trace of me in the public eye. Or so I thought”.
“You think your kid might be in OSCORP?”.
“I’m afraid so”.
“No more waiting then, let’s get the motorbike”.
“Shouldn’t we alert the team?”.
“What, so they can go by themselves, without you, without a plan and without your knowledge about that place? Besides, Loki is already in there, right?”.
“You’re the voice of reason, sometimes, Barnes”, you said, tossing him a pair of keys and his jacket. And with that, you two headed to OSCORP without warning.
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Summary: You and Loki almost have your children taken away.
Character(s): Loki, Kids, & Reader
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"I beg your pardon?" Loki asks the Child Protective Services worker. "We're doing what?"
The CPS worker hands Loki a slip of paper with the accusations made against you and him. According to the anonymous tip, you and Loki sexually abuse your kids, run a drug operation, and force your kids to watch you have sex.
"This is beyond stupid," Loki scoffs – crumbling up the paper and throwing in the yard.
The worker isn't fazed, and he pushes past the God of Mischief – the group of other workers following closely behind.
"Get the fuck off me!" Jade screams to the woman trying to get a hold of her – kicking her in the knee and causing her to fall.
"Mommy?! Daddy?!" Ivy cries out – being grabbed from her and Emmy's room – still dressed in her pink puppy pajamas.
"What're you doing?!" Emmy screams – becoming angrier by the second.
"Daddy!" Kaiser screams – terrified that he's being kidnapped from his bed. "Mommy! Daddy! Help me!"
You and Loki go to try to pull your kids from these workers' grips, but you stop in your tracks when you see one of them coming out of Mia's room – the precious four-month-old sobbing while she chews on her small fist.
"You put her down!" you scream – anger filling your veins. "You give me my baby before I murder you!"
The worker protectively holds Mia as if you would attack her. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I have a job to do."
"Stealing our children is your job?!" you scream in disbelief. "You're a pathetic person."
"Ma'am, my job is to protect children and remove them from unsafe situations," she explains – keeping Mia from your touch.
Moments later, before the workers are about to leave the house with your terrified children, a voice comes over the radio – ordering to put the children back and to leave the house.
"It was a fake call," the voice on the radio says. "It was a prank pulled by some kids." You and Loki sigh in relief – quickly grabbing your kids and hugging them as tightly as you can. As soon as Mia is back in your arms, her crying stops, and she begins to give you a sweet smile.
The workers give you and Loki some shit apology, but the two of you just want them gone. Once the workers leave utterly humiliated, you and Loki sit with your kids on the sofa.
"Ow," you cringe – feeling pain in your lower abdomen where the baby is growing.
Loki looks to you with concern. "Darling, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine," you say through clenched teeth. "I just...too stressful."
"Come here, my love," Loki says – pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back. "It's fine now. Look – we're all here. We're okay. They're gone. Just take deep breaths."
"I need a giant blunt," Jade scoffs – shaking her head as she watches the CPS workers drive off. "I'll be back."
Jade walks into her bedroom and closes the door – you and Loki don't blame her for wanting something to help her relax.
"Mommy are they gonna come back?" Kaiser asks you.
Loki answers for you while you try to get the pain to stop. "No, son. They're not coming back."
"Promise?" Ivy questions.
He nods. "I swear to all the Gods."
Loki turns his attention back to you – taking over rubbing your stomach while you hold Mia in your arms. "Is it better?"
"Yes," breathe out. "I just...I need to just relax for a while."
Loki gives you a soft kiss on your cheek. "Would you like to be alone?"
"No, Loki," you answer immediately. "Just...hold me."
Ivy walks over to you and softly pokes your arm. "Can I have a hug, mommy?"
"Absolutely, lovebug," you smile – leaning over to give her and Emmy hugs, and giving Kaiser a hug once the twins pull away.
Loki sits with his back against the arm of the sofa – positioning you and Mia so that you're sitting in between his legs and resting your head on his chest.
"She's sleepy," Loki points out – watching Mia's eyes begin to close. "Would you like me to go place her in her crib?"
"Not yet," you answer quietly – softly stroking the baby's cheeks.
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Safeword ⛓ P14 ⛓ Strange
Loki lost what he wanted. Whatever what was? So had she except, she knew what she lost
Y/N was back at the compound. The last thing she saw was Loki charging towards her when she was on the floor and then suddenly stopping to talk to the team over the comms-
“I’ve found someone”
The team thought they had gone on a rescue mission and were confused to only find one unconscious woman laying on the floor. They brought her back to the compound to help heal her and speak to her about her involvement with Hydra.
Y/N was speechless. She couldn’t physically bring herself to talk. Her mouth just didn’t open. Was it the shock? Or was it the blank expression on all of their faces. On Loki’s face. She was a stranger to them, a suspicious stranger. They were treating her like a criminal. Loki was treating her like a criminal.
After a while of y/n staring aimlessly at the avengers as they sat opposite her, Tony walked back into the room with someone. Y/N had only met the man a few times in passing. She never really understood what he did, she just knew that he was powerful and was a keeper of a green rock thing. Twinsies y/n thought when she made eye contact with the cloaked man walking in next to Tony. Once their eyes found each other, the man gave a quick wink to y/n before turning to the rest of the team to speak. Absolutely aghast with the exchange, y/n didn’t even hear the man talking to the team about how he thinks they should let her stay in the compound. He said that y/n could be valuable especially if Hydra were after her.
As the team spoke amongst themselves debating whether or not they should let y/n stay, the man started walking towards y/n.
“Hey” he said offering her his hand
“I’m Stephen Strange”
“Y/N, I know” he said shaking her hand
“How did you—”
“Aah aah, now that would be telling” Strange said pointing to his head and smiling.
Y/N was confused, very very confused but she also felt something she hadn’t in a while. Hope.
A/N: This chapter was sooo short but I’d thought I’d leave it there for now as I’ve written like 12 chapter today 😂 I want everyone to catch up
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"my child is fine"
Your child literally reads smut with a straight face while eating breakfast like it's the morning paper.
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I can’t take it besties
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