#loki ficlet

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Kid Loki ficlet

“I didn’t kill Thor.”

The other variants turn to look at the boy.

“What? But you said you killed him!” Loki says.

“You asked what my nexus event was. I didn’t say I did it.”

“Yes, you did! You literally said, ‘I killed Thor.’”

“Yes, that was what everyone believed, and what the TVA assumed, too, but I didn’t.”

“But–”

“Sorry,” the child adopts a mocking tone, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. “Did you think your precious agent was all-knowing? Did you think your beloved TVA didn’t make mistakes? Why don’t you ask her what her nexus event was?” He juts his chin in Sylvie’s direction. “She doesn’t even know! Not really. The judge told her she didn’t even remember. Lying, probably, but she probably fucked up Sylvie’s timeline, too.”

“I told you,” Sylvie says, glancing between the younger variant and Loki, “They took me in for being a–”

“He was a girl last week!” The kid interrupts, pointing to the variant holding Mjolnir. “So was I. Plenty of us are fluid enough. Why would they take you in for your gender when they didn’t arrest any of us for it?”

“If you didn’t kill Thor,” Loki says, trying to bring this group of chaos incarnate back to the subject at hand before his headache gets worse, “why did the TVA think that you did?”

“We were at war,” the kid says. “I was the only one who could see we were going to destroy ourselves if we kept going. The only way to end it was for Thor to…” he falters, but so subtly and recovers so quickly that Loki wonders if any of the others noticed. He glances at the older variant, and sees his eyes soften slightly as he watches the boy. “Sacrifice himself. I was the one who told him it was the only way, who persuaded him, who assured him that I… that Asgard would be all right in his absence. That we would endure. So he did the noble thing, as he always did, like I’m sure he always did in your timelines.”

He looks at each of them in turn, and the restrained heartbreak in his eyes tugs at Loki’s own heart and makes him look away. He watches the others, also unable to hold the younger Loki’s gaze. Even Sylvie, who claimed not to remember her family, swallows and glances at the floor.

There is something wrong about this story, though. It’s not a lie; Loki would be able to smell it on the air, taste it on his tongue like a serpent. No, it’s something else that disturbs him about this.

“How old are you?” He asks. The boy looks at him sharply, and he hurries to explain. “Asgard doesn’t send children to war. Odin didn’t allow Thor to fight until we were at least fifteen.” He knows, because he remembers a thirteen- and fourteen-year-old Thor all but throwing tantrums in the throne room when their father denied his many requests to join the warriors. 

“Thor wasn’t a child.”

“What?” It isn’t just Loki who speaks the exclamation; Sylvie and their older counterpart echo his surprised outburst. The younger Loki sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s a long story.”

“And it’s getting longer the more you stall,” Sylvie snaps.

“Fine.” The boy turns to the older variant. “I think I come after you, but under different circumstances.

“The Ark arrived on Midgard, and Thor was able to reach an agreement with the Norwegian government to establish a refugee colony on the coast, near where Father died. He negotiated with S.H.I.E.L.D. to allow Loki to remain in the settlement under house arrest.”

“Why are you referring to yourself in the–?”

“I’m getting to that. Hush,” the boy interrupts the older variant. “Anyway, there was peace, for a time. And then Thanos came to Earth.” Half of the variants flinch at the Mad Titan’s name. Sylvie raises her eyebrows but says nothing.

The younger Loki continues. “Many of Midgard’s heroes assembled together to fight him off, and in the confusion, Loki was able to subvert his house arrest and join the battle. Unfortunately, this is when death came for him. He did not escape to a remote planet this time; he died.

“However, you are right, that a Loki’s magic is far more powerful than his daggers. He didn’t run into battle without a contingency plan. He managed to get himself stricken from the books of the dead, so he could not end up in Valhalla or Hel or even double-L hell–”

“How–?”

“I don’t know. Contracts. Mischief. General mayhem. Anyway, he couldn’t die, and he wasn’t alive. And– so Thor told me later– Thanos won– for a time. Half the population of the universe was snuffed out like a candle–”

Again, half of the Lokis in attendance interrupt to swear in a variety of languages; the kid Loki ignores them.

“After Earth’s heroes– and a few off-Earth heroes– finally defeated Thanos, Thor returned to New Asgard. But he… he missed his brother greatly.”

Again, Loki glances away, pained, and sees the older variant do so, as well.

“But Loki wasn’t gone, not really. Not completely. The Valkyrie, who was now ruler of New Asgard, found a child who seemed to have appeared suddenly in the settlement and brought him to Thor. He could not remember who he was or how he had arrived in the colony. Upon deeper inspection, Thor realized he possessed the reincarnated spirit of his brother. After some trial and error (and a few painful electric shocks), he brought back my memories. I’m in part the Loki that was, and partly a new Loki.

“So you see how Thor is– was– fully grown while I am still young. Not that it matters, since Thor is dead and I am here and our timeline is gone.” He looks up at Loki, but with an expression that gives Loki the acute impression that he’s being condescended to. “Is that all you cared to know, or would you like to air out any more of my deeply buried traumas for the room at large?”

#Loki fic #loki ficlet #ficlet #loki tv show #kid loki

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie, being the son of Loki and learning how to use magic. He quickly discovered the joy of using genderfluid magic that his mother used. Whether man or woman, Loki was his mother and had given birth to Eddie. Although Eddie had gotten into his head that he had to be a woman in order for Steve to like him. They were making out with Steve on top when Eddie discovered that it wasn't true.

"So, you like me being a woman?" Eddie asked and Steve pulled away from kissing Eddie's neck.

"I like you period, whether you're a man or a woman," Steve scoffed. "Or ambiguously in between. I like you and I like both."

"Right. So, do you want me to change back?" Eddie asked.

"Do you want to change back?" He asked.

"No. I like being a woman today," she replied.

"Then be a woman, and if you decide you feel like a man some other day, I'll be there to like it too," Steve said. "What did your mother call it again?"

"Genderfluid," she replied.

"I think it's pretty awesome," Steve said and Eddie grinned.

"It is cool," Eddie said. "It's still a queer relationship, right?"

"Duh!" Steve grinned and Eddie laughed.

Eddie flipped him so he was lying on his back and she was on top.

"I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie said.

"I love you too," Steve grinned. "No matter what form you're in."

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" Eddie asked.

"Oh my God! Do not turn into a worm! Do NOT! Oh my God! You did it anyway!"

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #bisexual steve harrington #ambiguously queer eddie munson #genderfluid eddie munson #eddie is the son of loki #eddie's pronouns: she/he/they

[voulezvulcan]

It's been decades at this point, and he's already starting to crack. When he feels the rush of cracking bones and soul-slotting back into place in his past self back on the precipice of the end of everything for the countless time, tears well up in his eyes through overwhelming tiredness.

He lets his arms slump down along his sides, O.B's voice a distant sound coming from above the waters of light the Loom projects onto them. Decades. And he still can't make it right.

"-oki. Loki. Hey."

There are hands on the lapels of his jacket, shaking him gently. He realizes he'd closed his eyes the moment he opens them at the first whisper of Mobius' voice through the mess in his head, and he fists his hands to keep himself from clutching Mobius back against himself.

"There you are. Got me worried there for a second. Where did you just go?"

Loki goes to open his mouth to reply but he shudders and breathes hard instead, giving up on choking back tears. He can see Mobius frown in sympathy before he's giving the grace of not having to fight the instinct of holding Mobius as tight as he can, because he gets pulled down soft and safe in a pair of steady arms first.

Loki hides his face in Mobius' neck, squeezing his eyes shut again.

"I- I can't save you. I just want to save you."

Mobius beings a hand up to cup his neck, holding him even tighter. "Loki, you-"

I love you, Loki thinks, and before Mobius can finish, Loki focuses on the hearts ahe wants to save, and slips away to the beginning of the end again.

#loki #lokius #ficlet??? maybe?? idk man i have to let the loki worms out

[theangrykimchi]

For the Thorki kiss number 33 please 🙏

I had such a hard time deciding which premise I wanted for this kiss it was insane lol I hope you will like some canon-adjacent thoughts 🥰

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“-the righteousness surging! Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer–hmpf!”

Loki lets the Captain’s Glamour drop as he gets knocked back against a pillar, Thor's massive hand pressing against his mouth to shut him up. He thrashes a little at the sudden manhandling but it's mostly for show. Loki knows this. Thor also knows this, because as soon as Loki grabs his hand Thor retracts it.

“What?” snarls Loki, more irritated by the fact Thor gave up so easily than being handled in that way by him.

Thor takes away his hand resting on the side of Loki’s neck and along with it his warmth, and steps back, silent and somber like a stone statue. He isn't even looking at him and that stokes the fires of Loki's ire. He keeps quiet, though, when he notices the guards passing by them some feet down the hall, subconsciously moving closer to Thor. The last thing he'd want right now would be to be thrown back in his cell before getting to have some fun, so he waits until the guards have vanished down another corridor, before he speaks.

“You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My daggers–something.”

Thor finally looks at him, scowling—Loki doesn't care, elation fluttering in his gut—and pulls something metallic from inside his drab cape.

“At last,” Loki smiles widely, offering his hands for the weapon to be placed inside them, “a little common sens-...”

A pair of seidr-dampening handcuffs locks around his wrists and it's Loki's turn to scowl now, raising his hands between them, glaring at Thor.

“I thought you liked tricks.” Thor chuckles and is about to walk away when, in a motion quick as lightning, Loki throws his arms above and over his brother's head and pulls him close by the neck, bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that doesn't last more than a few seconds. Thor’s hand slaps against his lean chest in reflex, pushing him back against the wall again, growling. “Loki–”

“I do like tricks. Especially ones played at your expense.” Loki purrs and locks his hands firmly behind Thor's neck, tangling his fingers in long, blond strands of hair. Thor doesn't come easier when Loki pulls him close this time but their lips come together in another kiss that doesn't last longer than the last. The third, though, this one does last longer and the flutter in Loki's belly turns into a blizzard as Thor loses himself into the silky side, the familiar taste for a few moments more.

When he speaks, his voice has lowered, got raspier, sending sparks down Loki's spine to his toes for hearing it like that again after all this time, filled with want. “There's no time for your games, brother.”

A long leg wraps around Thor's hip, keeping him firmly pressed against Loki, their manhoods rubbing together through layers of clothing.

“This is where you are mistaken, dear Thor, there's always time for a little fun to be had.”

Those massive hands finally return to Loki's body, one pressing bruises above his hipbone and the other cradling his neck. So fiercely. So tenderly.

“This doesn't change anything, I'm still angry at you,” Thor whispers before Loki seals their mouths together in a biting, unforgiving kiss that leaves them seeking more and more when it's over.

They don't pull apart until a commotion from down the hall compels them to do so, Loki already thinking of how he's going to tease his brother into ravishing his mouth again at the first possible moment when a hard slap makes his head turn. With his lips still tingling and bruised from their kisses, it takes every little ounce of self-control in him not to start laughing at Thor's new amore’s face.

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#thorki #thunderfrost #thor/loki #my stuff #writing #tdw thorki #tdw scene rewrite #unbeta'd #kiss prompts #ficlets #my fic #will post on ao3 at some point #kimchi.writes #loveisakiss

[midnottart]

You can also join my community as a free member! This way you can comment on public posts. I often include backstories or art insights to my posts. Or even little ficlets 👀🔥

#loki #thor #thorki #midnott #midnott.art #midnott.txt #ficlet #Thor is being possessive #and Loki is being easy

[cha-melodius]

Lokius kiss #49

49. …out of necessity.

"Kiss me."

"What?" Mobius nearly yelps as Loki presses him back against the wall with one large hand against the middle of his chest. It's practically searing through his shirt, hot and heavy, and Mobius really hopes that Loki can't feel how his heart is hammering against his ribcage.

"I might have implied we were... together," Loki tells him. "Also that we can't keep our hands off each other."

"Why?" (His voice is far too high. Why is it so high?)

"Because otherwise he's going to know we're not who we say we are," Loki grinds out, looking annoyed at him, as if this is his fault. "Just kiss me, it's not that difficult a concept, agent: your lips on mine, unless you can't stomach—"

Mobius surges forward, cutting off whatever Loki was going to say as he seals their lips together. It's a hard press, no finesse, too many teeth, but then Loki tips his head and their mouths slot together and suddenly it's everything. Loki's tongue licks past his lips and slides across his and Mobius his seeing stars, and—

"We should be clear," Loki says as he pulls away abruptly and looks behind him. "Let's go."

And then he's gone, leaving Mobius gasping and utterly ruined.

(Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a kiss) (Read all my kiss ficlets)

#lokius #loki x mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m. mobius #mobius x loki #loki tv #loki series #lokius fic #kiss ficlets #ficlet #my fic

[dewdropreader]

"Do you have a better plan?" sylkius (i envison a kissing-based plan, if that helps)

I wasn’t planning on this veering suggestive but you mentioned kissing based plans and I decided to practice some kiss stuff! Hope you enjoy! Thank you for the prompt!

“Well, this is painfully boring,” Loki sighs.

“Oh toughen up, we’ll only be here for around 12 hours, that’s nothing,” Sylvie tsks.

“I’m plenty tough, thanks, but I’m also plenty bored. I need something to entertain me. It’s only been two hours, and I’m already restless.”

“I should have brought board games… Get it, because you’re bored?” Mobius says, mouth forming a goofy grin.

Loki tries to bite back his reaction but can’t help but smile, he’s always weak to Mobius’ jokes and attempts to tease, no matter how cheesy.

“I’m not sure any board games could keep any of us entertained for this long,” Loki sighs dramatically, clearly trying for said entertainment on his own by putting on a show of sorts, one of his favorite methods. He drapes himself across both of them, laying primarily in Mobius’ lap but letting one of his long arms dangle across Sylvie’s lap as well, his fingers dancing lightly against her leg.

“Hmm, do you have a better plan?” Sylvie challenges, her eyebrow raised, looking down at him in his damsel-like pose.

“Well, we’re just all crowded in a room together… nothing to do but allow the tempad to track data and wait for an emergency call if one ever even comes…” Mobius looks up in thought, a smile playing on his lips, much less goofy and innocent than before. “I have a few ideas, but frankly I’m surprised Loki wasn’t the first to suggest any of them.”

Loki sits up and sits on his knees in front of Mobius, eye to eye with him. “Maybe I just wanted to hear you make such a suggestion,” he purrs.

Mobius quirks a brow but can’t help smiling. “Yeah?”

“Most definitely,” Loki replies, leaning in and taking Mobius’ face in both hands, planting a long, deep kiss to his lips, only pausing to adjust when he has to come up for air. “Is that what you had in mind?”

“It’s certainly a start,” Mobius grins. “What do you think, Syl?” He asks, looking at her sideways even while the flush crawls up his skin as he catches his breath.

Sylvie just grins wickedly and scoots closer to both of them, her lips wasting no time in finding the spots that want them most. First Mobius’ neck, in the tender spot above his collarbones, then on the sharp edge of Loki’s jaw. She isn’t surprised to hear the content sighs that slip out of each of them as she joins in with these simple motions, though she never tires of the feeling of being so wanted.

“On second thought, I think we will have a very entertaining remaining ten hours, my loves,” Loki whispers, and nobody can disagree.

#loki #sylkius #Lokius #sylki #fanfiction #loki tv #fanfic #mobius m mobius #loki series #loki laufeyson #sylkius fics #ficlet #fic prompt #fic prompt response #prompt fill

[childhood--dreaming]

Ask Nicely

Based off @celestialwrites 's 'only one bed' prompt list, but I went a completely different way w it lmao (sorry!)

Pairing: Loki x gender neutral reader

Word Count: ~400

Warnings: SFW, Loki is a smarmy bitch, kidnapping? (has already happened), handcuffs (not sexy)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The cuffs dug into your wrists; pulling your arms up as high as they can reach, plus a little bit more - your calves ached from the time spent on your tiptoes.

You let out a groan, praying to every deity you can think of that your glitchy in-ear comms somehow come back online soon. If you can’t signal your position to a teammate before your captor returns, who knows what will happen to you.

It’s not as if you can defend yourself. Perhaps if your wrists weren’t already rubbed raw from your previous escape attempts you could pull yourself up to land a kick but then you would still be bound and alone with a newly aggravated captor which would likely do more harm than good-

A noise other than dripping from leaky pipes interrupts your internal monologue causing you to whip your head around to locate the source.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?”

Frustration rolls through your body, and your previously tensed shoulders slump.

Of course, you think, of all the people in the world to walk in on me in this position, it had to be him.

Loki approaches with a gleeful smirk on his face, clearly finding great amusement at your current predicament.

“I will actually hit you.” You narrow your eyes at the god.

“And how do you plan to do that, little dove?” He casts a pointed look at your bound hands.

You shut your mouth, not willing to admit that he had a point.

Grumbling under your breath, your gesture to prompt him to set you free.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” The enjoyment in his tone does not escape your ears.

Exasperated, you roll your eyes and look at his face - only to be exposed to the full force of the mischievous glint hidden behind green eyes.

“Loki, come on.”

“Ask nicely, or I’ll leave you here.”

Your mouth opens in dumbfoundment. Your stuttered rebuttals only gain a single raised brow in response.

Letting out a sigh and resigning yourself to your fate you ready yourself for the lifetime of taunting your next words will no doubt fuel.

“Will you please get me out of here?” You direct the question at his perfectly polished shoes, somehow untouched by the dampened dirt that covered the floor.

“But of course, little dove. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He chuckles at your heated glare, “Let’s get you safe.”

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x gn!reader #loki fic #loki scenario #avenger!loki #avenger!reader #writing exercise #short ficlet

[strawwritesfic]

Loki Laufeyson x Female!Midgardian!Reader: Cups

Summary: No one ever said moving in with your boyfriend would only be smooth sailing.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (Domestic Fluff; Post-Avengers (2012); Exiled!Loki; Not Canon Compliant; sexual references; mild language)

Challenge: “120 Bits of Random” challenge by SugarLandBabyGirl on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Cups

When you’d first announced your intentions to move in with Loki Laufeyson, exiled prince of a distant realm and self-proclaimed ruler of Earth, you’d been on the receiving end of a lot of concern. “Did he use his magic stick on you?” people had asked you. “How do you know he won’t slit your throat while you’re sleeping?” and “What if he steals you away to his weird planet?”

Luckily, all those worries were entirely unfounded. You found Loki to be more comfortable a roommate than any of your previous boyfriends, and probably better at sex than they had been, too. The trouble was that sometimes he just didn’t understand how to live with someone of your humble means. Therein lied most of your problems with him.

“Shit!” you hissed as you opened another cabinet and discovered it empty as well.

“What’s wrong this time, [Name]?” Loki asked from the sofa in the living room.

He didn’t even bother to look up from his book. You smashed your fists into the counter before stomping over to stand in front of him with your hands on your hips. At least that got his full attention.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “What’s wrong? Loki, we have guests coming in thirty minutes, and we don’t have a single cup in this apartment!”

“We have cups,” he answered, and you could tell he was having trouble not rolling his eyes at your predicament. “What else would you call the containers we drink out of?”

“Dirty.” You gestured to the sink. Plates, silverware, and, yes, cups burst from within it.

“Then why don’t you clean them?”

“I don’t have time! They’ll be here soon. Besides, it’s your turn to do the dishes.”

“Princes do not do dishes.”

“They do when they're living on Earth with their girlfriend and not the Asgardian palace staff.”

His gaze bored into yours, but you were used to these sorts of staring contests. Slowly and distinctly, you lifted your arms and crossed them over your chest. A few seconds passed. Then Loki allowed himself a real eye roll, tossing his book into a heap onto the cushion next to him.

“Fine,” he said. He closed his eyes. You watched until they popped open again–just as a set of chalices materialized on the counter behind him.

“What?” you said, as you rushed over and picked one up. You squeezed; it certainly felt solid enough. “No! No, no, no!”

“What is the matter now?” 

“Your dad said no magic! That was one of the conditions of you getting to stay here!”

“He is not–”

“I don’t care if you were adopted, Loki! I just care that you’ll get taken back to Asgard for breaking the rules! Which means no magic cups. Okay?”

“Fine,” he said again, this time more shortly.

A second later, your fingers smashed into each other. The goblet had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared to start with. 

Loki stood and lifted his arms before allowing them to fall to his sides. “Now what do you propose we do about your pressing cup problem?”

“Help me wash the dishes?” you said. “I’ll wash if you’ll dry.”

“Whatever.” 

He brushed passed you into the kitchen. You joined him a minute later. Soon Loki’s bad mood had passed. When he took the fourth cup from you, he added:

“But getting palace staff isn’t a bad idea.”

“The answer is no, Loki.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #ficlet #challenge fic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #avengers #marvel #mcu #thor #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #thor x reader #thor x you #thor x y/n #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu x you

[ghostofskywalker]

How about a loki ficlet where you are on a mission to find this bookshop but it doesn't appear on Google maps and loki has to help you find it?

(Get some desert to go with that wine bby you deserve it!!!)

i definitely didn't skip getting dessert today, don't worry! this is more platonic than romantic, but i hope you enjoy it :)

words: 633

loki laufeyson masterlist

A City Adventure

Not even bothering with a greeting (or a knock), you stepped into Loki’s room and found him sitting on his bad, an open book in his hands. “You have magical powers right?” 

Understandably, he didn’t want to answer your question right away. “Why?” 

“I need your help.” 

He looked at you like you had three heads and echoed his earlier sentiments. “Why?” 

“I need to find this bookshop, and it’s not coming up on my phone.” Normally you would feel weird about asking a literal god to help you with an errand, especially a god that had tried to take control of the city just a few years prior, but you weren’t afraid of Loki. In fact, you had been growing closer to him as of late, and the two of you have bonded over your shared love of books and quiet spaces to read them. You were confident that once Loki knew the reason of your plight, he would lend his skills to your aid. 

That, and he wasn’t usually allowed out of the tower, and you could only imagine how cooped up he was feeling, so any chance to leave would be a golden opportunity. 

“Do you have the address?” Clearly you had caught the god’s attention now. 

You nodded. “Yeah, but my phone says there’s nothing at that lot when I look at the directions.”

“Why don’t you just use a map?” 

“You know, you’re being awfully resistant to the one person that can get you a few hours outside of these walls on a fine spring day,” you said, eyebrows raised. 

Silence. That’s how you knew that you were right, but he didn’t want to admit it. “Fine, I will accompany you and aid in your quest to find this bookshop.” 

“Great!” you said, and soon the two of you were walking down the streets of New York City. You nodded down towards the piece of paper in your hand, that displayed the supposed address of your holy grail bookshop. “Do your thing.” 

He stopped, a skeptical look on his face. “My thing?” 

“Yeah, you know, your magic!” 

“I’m sorry, do you think part of my ancient magical gifts involves an intergalactic positioning system?” 

Okay, maybe you were goading him a little. But in your defense, he was cute when he got a little annoyed. “I asked if you could help, and here you are. Are you saying you can’t do anything?” 

He sighed, and then waved his hand at the piece of paper that held the address. 

Nothing happened. 

“Great work,” you said. “This has been so much help.” 

Slowly, you started to see the realization dawn on his face that you weren’t being rude to be rude, and he started to loosen up. “Well, you haven’t exactly been a shining help either.” 

“Touché,” you said, a smile on your face. “Why don’t we just head in the direction of the address and see what we can find?” 

About fifteen minutes, an impromptu stop for lunch, and a near-death experience with a cyclist later, you and Loki were finally standing in front of the window to the bookshop. It was not only exactly in the place where you thought it was (and the address you had was completely correct), but you still had no idea why the map on your phone refused to show it. 

You may have had to endure a clear “I told you so” look from Loki and a muttered joke about you needing his help to find your way out of a paper bag, but you didn’t really mind. This afternoon had been more fun than you’ve had in a long time, and Loki was more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him before. Both of things were worth more than a little teasing anyway.

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝 #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x reader fluff #loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader

[life-love-musicaltheatre]

One More

LifeLoveMusicalTheatre

Summary:

Season Finale Spoilers

Loki takes one last moment before fulfilling his purpose.

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“Wait, wait hold on. What are you doing? What about the Time Loom?” Mobius hadn’t noticed yet, the pause he’d drawn them into, the last moment Loki was allowing himself outside of time, and he’d be damned if he was going to waste a second of it.

#Loki #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #just a little ficlet to get out the feels #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #mobius #lokius #ao3 #fanfic #fan fiction #my fic #my writing

[artforkuponuts]

#loki #not art #fic #ficlet #journey into mystery #kid loki #ikol

[megamindslair]

Reunion

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: Two cuss words LOL. Loki x Black!Reader

Summary: While out for fuel, you hear a voice that belonged to your confirmed dead best friend Loki. Surely this is a trick, but surely you must investigate.

Word Count:  1,415k

A/N: My first fic! It was just an idea I kicked around. Likely won’t be a “thing”. But I hated the idea that Loki was alive and there was no one but Thor to mourn him. 

Reunion

You didn’t have time for this. You rubbed your head as the ogre merchant in front of you tried to haggle over something you already negotiated. A stack of American money in exchange for fuel for your ship. You brought the stack, he brought the fuel. What was the issue?

The merchant prattled on and on about fueling and shipping costs. The unseasonably warm weather chafed under your heavy leather pants and coat. Your boots squelched with the telltale sign of sweat between your toes. You were pissed off and hot, a dangerous combination.

You yanked the canister out of his hand and his eyes widened at your strength. You dropped the bag of money on the ground and then picked up the other canister, each weighing a good quarter ton. You dipped your head in thanks to the merchant and walked off, his useless screaming behind you.

You walked towards the docking area maneuvering around busybodies. This realm was new to travelers and the world had made hasty accommodations for all manners of ships, merchants, travelers, and the like. The realm was still untainted by modern hands. There were rolling hills of green, crisp blue sky, and trees as tall as mountains. 

The dock was new. A small city had been erected to dock and service ships, eateries had popped up offering both local and foreign cuisine, and shops cropped up with the latest fashion.

Vanaheim had seen better days. The Vanir who stayed after the war retreated to the forests, hidden away in their alcoves. The Vanir who returned made a treaty with them to leave the forests alone and all would be well. 

You took a deep breath for the familiar smells of home. Earthy scents and fresh bread.

“This way, I know a spot.” 

You froze. You knew that voice. But it was impossible. 

Despite the heat, cold seeped into your veins. Your breathing turned shallow. Your head swiveled looking for the source.

There were suddenly too many people. People of all shapes and sizes, colors and temperament milled about aimlessly or on their way to do business. You moved around them but for each person you passed, three more took their spot.

You heard him. Clear as any bell. Your eyes darted to and fro searching for a ghost. You growled when you couldn’t make heads or tails of the setting before you. It was too much and you were already in a dark mood. 

Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you again. Perhaps it only sought to torture you of days past. 

You turned to head back towards your ship, cursing the distraction, when you bumped into someone. You looked up, apology on your lips, when you saw him. Your mouth hung slack as you took in your formerly dead best friend. Though, best friend was too small a concept. You dropped the canisters on the ground and stared.

Loki, prince of Asgard, stood in front of you in a…suit of all things. He blinked at you. And you started to giggle. A giggle turned into a chuckle, which then morphed into howling. The type of howling that hurt your sides and made you gasp with effort. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

He called out your name softly, surprise making his eyes wide. Gods it wasn’t fair. He looked exactly the same. His hair was shorter, but still combed away from his face. His face was all sharp lines with a regal nose and strong jawline. 

“It’s really you, right?” You asked. Your eyes had played tricks on you before. Your mind was far from easy and after so much loss, this very well may be a ruse or a trick of the sun. You lifted your hand and hovered it above his arm but you were too afraid to touch him.

If this was a cruel trick of the gods, if he wasn’t real…

His long fingers wrapped around your wrist. You sighed. He was real. Gods he was real.

You threw your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes since he was much taller. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you just as fiercely.

“I can’t believe – what are you doing here?” You asked. Of all the places you imagined meeting up with him, Vanaheim wasn’t at the top of the list.

Though you pulled back, you kept in constant contact. You held his hands, you crowded his space. He was here.

“Bit of a long story,” he said. 

“This is cute, but we’re late.” You turned to the sound, noting a short man with a bushy mustache, blond hair, and a big nose. He was dressed in a similar suit like Loki’s and you looked between them. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Are you two in a band?” You asked.

Loki looked down at his outfit and smiled. “Another long story,” he said. 

“There’s a million things I want to ask you right now,” you said. Questions swirled in your head, each too quick to pick one. You wanted to ask him everything but the questions were too small. Even though you held him, you felt as if he would disappear. As if you were his only tether to the mortal realm. 

“There’s a million answers I want to give,” he said. His crystal blue eyes bore into you with an expression that was likely mirrored in your own eyes. It was awe, disbelief, relief, happiness, apprehension. It was too much and not enough. 

“But we really do have to go, our window is closing,” he said with a sigh. 

“What? No. I just..you’re alive, no,” you stuttered. You shook your head. Loki brought his hands up to cradle your neck. His fingers deftly stroked your cheek. “I promise I’ll explain everything,” he said.

You stared at him. This…this was not the Loki you remembered. Since when did he promise sincerely or wasn’t ready with a quip sharp enough to break glass? 

“What the hell is going on?” You asked.

“We need to go,” the man beside him said. You scowled at the man. He could damn well wait.

“What about Thor? Does he know you’ve returned?” You asked.

Pain shuttered Loki’s eyes shut. He dropped his hands from your face.  “No, please don’t tell him,” he said.

“I-it’s really complicated, and we truly don’t have time for it now. I promise, I’ll explain,” he said. 

The man beside him turned to walk away. Loki walked backwards a few steps, leaving your bubble of space. 

“No,” you said. He had to stay and explain what was going on. He had to explain how he was alive and why he didn’t want Thor to know about it. It wasn’t like you knew where Thor was at present, but the guy wasn’t hard to find.

“Come with us,” Loki said. 

“What?” You and the horrible man gave Loki twisted scowls. 

“I can explain some of it on the way. Come with us, but it has to be right now,” he said. 

You looked down at the canisters and then up towards your ship. You were in between jobs so there was nothing keeping you from going. But your crew…

You poked the earpiece in your ear. Your ship’s first mate was a burly man named Tig. He was a teddy bear, but only after he considered you family. 

“Come get these canisters and fuel up. I need to take care of something for a few days,” you said when Tig answered on comms.

As if you would really pass up a chance to see what was going on. Curiosity will likely be the death of you, but fuck it. Great stories never started with, “but responsibility”. 

“What are you talking about? Where are you?” 

Down the dock with other smaller crafts, Tig leaned out of the ship. He scanned for you, you weren’t terribly far, and he waved. 

“Come get them. I’ll check in when I’m ready. Take the crew for leave and I’ll catch up to you.” 

Loki grinned and held out his hand. This was absolutely nuts. This was perhaps the dumbest thing you’d ever done and that was saying something, considering you used to hang out with Loki, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three.

But you couldn’t let him go, not without a guarantee that you’d see him again. So you placed your hands in his and followed him, just like old times.

#marvel #loki #loki x female reader #black x reader #loki series #tom hiddleston #reunion #ficlet #fanfiction #loki fic #The Secret Loki Files

[lightthief04]

Loki talking about their wife

As Loki's punishment, instead of keeping them locked up, which everyone knew wouldn't work, they were sentenced to follow Thor everywhere. Loki personally thought this was more of a punishment for Thor than for themselves, but what did they know? Maybe some karma was due, they supposed quite a bit probably. Anyway Thor was visiting Midgard to check up on the Avengers or whatever he had said, Loki hadn't really been paying attention. The point was they were on Midgard and Loki had to stay in the Avengers tower for the week they were there. At first, it had been great, they had snuck up on so many people and scared them. It hadn't been nearly as much fun though after Bucky yelled at them for sneaking up on him and Steve in the shower, according to him that was rude. Loki had just rolled their eyes and turned to books. The Midgardians had many books and Loki was content to read as many as possible. They were currently reading Sherlock Holmes which they had to admit was rather enthralling. They had been reading peacefully when the spider child sat across from them in one of the soft lounge chairs. Loki ignored him at first but decided it wasn't worth it after five minutes of the child staring at them.

“Yes?”

“You’re Mr. Loki aren't you?” he asked. Loki was rather taken aback by the title Mr, they didn't particularly like it. They wrinkled his nose.

“Just Loki, but yes”

“Cool! What are you doing here? Where's thor? Is that why you’re here? Because Thor is? Didn't you try to take over??” Peter shot one question after the other rapid fire. 

“I'm here because i got in trouble, thor is gods knows where, yes, and no i was being mind controlled, but if you want to get technical my body did try and take over” 

“So you have to come to earth?”

“No i just have to go with Thor everywhere, which frankly id rather spend my time with Sigyn”

“Who's that?” Peter scooted closer to the edge of his chair. Loki raised an eyebrow at him.

“My wife” Peter's eyes grew even larger.

“You’re married!?” he seemed genuinely shocked, loki smirked.

“Yes, what made you think otherwise, i mean i have been alive for almost 6,000 years”

“Oh, i just, well you don't have a wedding ring” 

“A what?”

“You know, when you get married you put rings on your ring fingers” Peter looked down and studied his own hands as if he were trying to decide if that was something he wanted.

“Sounds dull plus you can lose trinkets like that” 

“So what did you do then?” Peter asked, sounding slightly affronted but mostly intrigued. 

“We got binding tattoos”

“Cool! Can you feel each other through them??” 

“Well, it's more like we can feel if the other is in trouble, it burns your skin slightly”

“That sounds rather harsh, considering you are the god of mischief right?” loki smirked. 

“Yes well, nothing compared to having poison dripped on your face for thousands of years” 

“What!?”

“Mmm” Loki didn't say any more, they abandoned the conversation in favor of continuing the story they were reading. Peter tried to get more answers out of them but to no avail. they went to go find a book on Norse mythology instead. 

#loki of asgard #peter parker #midgard #loki and sigyn #loki is genderfluid #ficlet #my first post #loki laufeyson

[theangrykimchi]

45<3

Nice choice Anon! I hope you will enjoy this ficlet 😘

Also, to everyone:

I promise I haven't forgotten about these prompts, they are constantly on my mind, but it's uni finals for me right now and I barely have enough energy to study for my constant slew of exams as is🥲

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Thor was suddenly knocked back against the wall, gasping in surprise more than pain as the cobalt blue figure of Loki Laufeyson stood before him. Seething. Having accosted him as Thor was making his way back to his chambers.

“How dare you undermine me in front of the entire council,” Loki spat between clenched teeth. He looked beautiful and fierce, his body drawn tight in his anger, ready to strike like a snake—oh, did Thor love snakes.

Thor shook his head, trying to clear it a little, trying to hold back his smile. He wasn't successful in either.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I didn't undermine you, Loki,” Thor said, placatingly, “I simply didn't think you were being entirely honest of your intentions.”

“How would you even know, Odinson?” Loki said, his eyes burning with ire.

Thor laughed.

“You are so pretty when you're angry,” he said. “Still, beauty will get you nowhere in rebuilding that frozen realm of yours.”

Loki's expression changed between anger, shock and then anger again and, with a snarl he pushed Thor back again, making him knock his head against the gilded wall. Thor snarled and grabbed Loki by the front of his dark tunic, pulling him close until their noses touched.

“I could have you beheaded for this,” Thor threatened, but Loki's stance didn't falter. Instead, Thor felt the sharp edge of a dagger pressing under his jaw, too close to his throat.

“And I could have you dead in an instant, Your Majesty,” Loki drawled, a malicious smirk spreading against his face.

Thor gripped the Jotun Prince’s tunic tighter, pulling him in until they shared breath, their lips touching in a facsimile of a kiss.

“Do it. I dare you, little Prince,” he prompted, gripping at Loki's hip, smiling when Loki pushed forward against him, pressing their bodies together.

“You're insufferable,” Loki spat, like so many times before, closing the meager distance that separated their mouths in a biting kiss that bruised more than it conveyed anything else.

The dagger fell with a clang on the marble floor and Loki gasped when Thor pulled at his ebony hair, his nails raked under Thor's bare arms and before long Thor could taste blood in their mouths, his tongue stinging where it had scraped itself against Loki's sharp teeth. Loki smiled into their kiss, feral, driven by lust and anger as Thor gabbed at his waist and changed their positions, pressing Loki against the wall before tearing at his clothes.

“You're a beast, Allfather, how uncomely of you,” Loki mocked but still writhed his body this way and that to help Thor undress him, both of them uncaring of where they were.

“You make me one.”

Loki's laugh, mean and proud, rang under the corridor as Thor bit down hard on one blue shoulder.

#thorki #thunderfrost #thor/loki #anon #thorki fic #thorki ficlet #ao3 link #kimchi writes #kiss prompts #loveisakiss #kimchi.writes

[cha-melodius]

lokius kiss #22 please

(slowly working my way through the rest of these, thank you again to all who sent them in!)

22. …in a rush of adrenaline.

Things really could not have gone worse.

It was as if the variant had known they were coming, like he'd been waiting for them to arrive knowing exactly what they came to do, and instead of having the advantage, they had been immediately thrown off. Split up and sent on the run to save their own skins. And look, Loki's made some stupid decisions in his life, but he knows very well when running is his best and only option. It's just that usually when he's running, he's alone. He's not worried about anyone else, certainly not ridiculous Midgardians who can barely stand up for themselves.

He'd like to pretend that's all this is—that it's just because he knows Mobius can't defend himself—but that's becoming harder and harder. The other man means something to him, whether he likes it or not. Which must be why, instead of running away, he finds himself running headlong toward the danger, heart climbing further into his throat with every passing minute that he doesn't find his partner.

Finally, he catches a glimpse of silver hair, and he nearly sobs in relief when he turns the corner to find Mobius hiding in an alley. Mobius automatically brandishes some kind of long pipe at him, holding it in front of him like the multiverse's least effective pruning baton, only to drop it to the ground with a clatter when he sees it's only Loki.

"Jesus, Loki, it's you. I thought—"

Loki's not thinking when he closes the space between them, drawing Mobius into his arms, and certainly not when he kisses him. Frankly, he's just as surprised as Mobius seems to be, but somehow Mobius recovers first. He grabs onto Loki's waist and pulls him closer, kissing back with nearly as much desperation. Loki's palm ends up pressed to his chest, and he can feel Mobius' heart racing—from fear, from excitement, from both, maybe. He's not sure.

All he knows is that his own heart is beating just as fast.

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