#loki finds them endearing so that’s what counts

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Mischievous Matching

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is a trouble maker, always one to cause trouble, but he meets a mortal that is even worse than him and he finds himself absolutely powerless and victim of your stupid outdated pranks, but he finds himself to be putty in your hands.

☆ Word Count: 7,656 (good thing I didn't know what to do with this prompt, eh? This is just the second longest fic I've done.)

☆ Notes: My first request! Yay! 🥳Loki is a smitten little lee. I'm really bad at doing pranks so I did the worst and oldest pranks I remembered, because it's funny Loki not growing up on earth wouldn't know any of them. Also, it's not said outright, but in case of doubt the reader's mutation is super-elasticity because guess who started watching One Piece 👒🏴‍☠️.

☆ Warnings: Very bad and outdated pranks, other than that it's just pure fluff and flirting.

Loki thought he was smug. He had always been the smart brother, growing up constantly tricking an entire realm of Gods and Goddesses, he was very little used to people being smarter than him. Of course, he knew a couple of them existed, his mother was one he could never lie to. Odin more often than others saw through his deception and caught him playing pranks on Thor. But when you grow up in a Realm that values more your physical strength and at most your ability to come with war strategies… You come to believe you’re bound to become complacent, and it becomes a matter until… well, what always happens.

Loki would’ve never expected his match would come from Earth. Quite frankly, he had expected humans would always stay the same, kind of like Asgardians did. But they didn’t. Humans (for the most part at least) didn’t have magic or supernatural skills, so they chose to be inventive, they created modern civilizations purely thanks to the fact that humans chose to play smarter.

He wouldn’t admit it, now that Asgard settled on Midgard, and he got to see what humans did with technology… it was sort of admirable how much they had made purely with ingenuity. Only a bit.

There was Stark, who had made a technological empire and entire armies just with just machines, humans like the sanctuary where Strange lived or the Maximoff girl that had learned magic despite their incompatibility with it, or the bug hero’s mentor that figured a way to alter the size of matter itself. Not to mention the Avengers had managed to take him down, a God his ancestors used to venerate without question.

Perhaps some humans were in fact, formidable.

Still Loki could get away with a ridiculous number of things simply because a lot of humans were just that gullible. His illusions had already started wreaking havoc in small towns where his illusions had turned into rumors of what he learned humans called UFOs… although, to be completely fair, he was, by definition, an alien.

But the true meaning of formidable he found in you.

He met you one night he was allowed to visit New York and he decided to mess with passerby Midgardians. He simply sat on a bench of the park casted the illusion of a Ratatoskr and let humans do their thing. Truth to be told, while the creature wasn’t necessarily scary, it was gonna be interesting when the young ones noticed a talking squirrel and he saw some children excitedly trying to catch it, which may or may not have been actually endearing. But the real fun came when the parents became hysterical. Chaos ensued and Loki couldn’t hide a smile.

“That’s yours, isn’t it?” a voice asked, and you sat beside him.

He looked at you perplexed.

“It’s just… it kinda sticks out that you seem even more amused than the actual children playing with that. It’s supposed to be Ratatoskr, right?”

He didn’t expect anyone to notice, he had sat at enough distance that he couldn’t be related to what was going on, and he had a book on his hands so no one would relate his amusement to what’s going on.

The illusion vanished as he lost focus, surprised that you noticed him. He couldn’t hold back a soft laugh through his breath when a woman in her middle age let out a screech threatening to call the cops on an invisible talking squirrel. And to his surprise you laughed too.

“Man, I enjoy seeing your everyday soccer mom lose her marbles at whatever, but actively seeking their wrath takes courage.” You laughed.

You stretched out your hand and introduced yourself with a firm handshake which Loki surprised himself returning and giving away his actual name.

“W-Wait… like the Loki, Thor’s little brother… The Asgardian that… you know… over a decade ago did… you know?” you asked perplexed, not daring to say the actual thing.

Loki tense up, not knowing how you’d act next. For all he knows maybe the police force would end up showing up after all.

“Damn, so what they say is true” you shrugged. “You are a softie now.”

“What they say?” Loki gasped out indignant.

“Yeah, it was over the news a bit after the second snap, Ironman and your brother gave a press conference to explain you were in peace with Earth and it was Thanos’ brainwash.” You explained as a cheeky grin formed on your face. “Ergo, you are a softie.”

Loki was speechless. You knew who he was, you knew what he had done to New York, and yet you were poking the bear with a stick without an ounce of fear in your expression.

“Listen well, mortal, I–” Loki huffed.

“Pfft! I didn’t know Gods blushed.” You laughed heartedly.

“Hang on just a minute!” Loki protested as he became aware of the heat on his cheeks “I am–”

“Surprisingly fun to be around.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again as he found himself with no witty retort for your teasing.

“Thank you, I suppose” was all he could say, with less spite than he usually had when he spoke with mortals.

“I was gonna go grab a bite, wanna join? It’s a bit boring eating alone” you offered.

His stomach growled and he took the offer, partly because he was very hungry and both you had caught his curiosity. You were an odd one, that was for sure.

“So…” you wondered. “Is it true you’re staying with the Avengers?”

“Why do you wanna know?” he asked back.

“Curiosity” you smiled.

A question like that could’ve easily triggered an alarm, but for some reason it didn’t. And you didn’t lie.

“Yes, my brother decided to join the quarters to live with his friends and he took me with him” Loki admitted.

“Took you with him? Like an updog?” you arched an eyebrow in a way that made him feel slightly sheepish.

“Excuse me? What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Updog.”

“What about it?”

“What is updog?”

“Not much, what’s up with you?” you wheezed before letting out a dorky laugh.

Despite the fact that the All-Speak did not allow him to understand a place’s lingo he understood he had fallen for a stupid Midgardian joke.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to try, oh… oh god, I hadn’t met a anyone who didn’t know that one yet, but I had to try. I like you already.”

Now he was convinced, you were definitely an odd one. Not only did you not fear him, but you were bold enough to pull practical jokes on him and teased him for falling for it. It got on his nerves.

But he couldn’t help but follow you around. You kept teasing him the entire trip to a sandwich shop.

“What do you want to eat?” you smiled.

Loki stared awkwardly at the menu, he recognized some of the ingredients, but he had never been to a place like this. And he wasn’t used enough to human food to make an informed choice.

So, you stepped up and asked him a couple of questions about the food he liked and made a choice for him.

“You can punch me in the arm if it’s not good” you winked at him.

Loki surprised himself smiling at you.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But it was really good. It wasn’t anywhere near as refined as what he was used to eat, but it was surprisingly good. And you even paid for his food, which spared him the uncomfortable conversation over why he had no money despite leaving in a millionaire’s house.

“Hey, I live a bit far away, do you mind accompanying me home?”

Loki wasn’t sure why he accepted, but he found himself following you around, risking getting lost in New York City since he didn’t really know the area that well just yet. But he got on the bus with you and followed you home.

Which to his surprise… was the compound he himself lived in.

“Wait… D-Did you…?”

Loki felt betrayed. Of course. He should have known Stark would send an agent to find him, no one really trusted him, and they had to assign him a nanny to make sure he–

“I’m glad I ran into you” You spoke, interrupting his train of thought. “I still feel anxious coming so far out of the city alone, sorry if I cut your trip short.”

That caught him off guard. Were you not follow him? He didn’t sense a lie, but perhaps he was still a bit distracted.

“You mean you found me by accident?” Loki asked.

“Yeah, I’m not used to the headquarters being a home, so I need to get out to stretch my legs every once in a while. Otherwise, I feel… I don’t know.”

“Imprisoned.” You finished, as Loki’s lips let out the exact same word in almost a perfect synchronization.

Again, no lie.

“Hah… yeah” you smiled. “Sorry, I probably sound like a brat, complaining about living in such a big place.”

“No, I understand perfectly.” Loki found himself say in soft tone.

Loki walked with you inside and accompanied to your room. The sight when you opened the door was rather dismal. Just a small bed, a desk. But the bed was interesting, or more like what was on top of it. A stuffed little bear with a green bow on its neck, and a travel bag. He assumed they did go with Director Fury’s intention of having the trainees educated like soldiers until they completed their training.

After that day he felt more interested on helping with the training of newer recruits, thing he crushingly refused to do before meeting you. But it was his excuse to see you more. And as he imagined, you were among the best recruits. You weren’t the strongest, nor the fastest, and definitely not the tallest given some mutants came to be even taller than him. But you were agile and flexible, and you worked harder than anyone else to make up for any shortcomings you could have.

And you were smart, the smartest in the group. Loki had seen Stark give tests to the recruits and your results always came among the best, and more often than not, you were on top of those results.

“You did it again” Loki would congratulate you.

“It’s just a number on a paper” you always replied back, “that doesn’t mean I am going to be good on the world out there.”

“And yet your leg is bouncing with excitement” Loki pointed out.

You laughed and placed a hand to your knee to make it stop.

“The ego boost is still appreciated” you replied, a bit sheepish.

You were his favorite of all the recruits. Not that it was a title most competed for, a lot just gave him wary looks when it was his turn to train recruits, after all who wanted to have the man who once terrorized Earth as the class teacher. But you always helped to control the group, willingly volunteering for sparring with him for demonstrations and even while everyone else got a partner you chose him, even when that meant it’d be ten times more difficult than picking another mutant.

But once again, that allowed him to get closer to you.

“I’m telling you, it’s magic!” you assured him pointing to the water bottle as you sat next to him.

“Sure, it is.”

He knew you had no magic. He had read your files –for purely professional reasons, like personalizing– and knew of your abilities. But he also had no clue how you had shoved a coin bigger than the bottles neck all the way to the bottom.

But he didn’t like that playful giggle of yours, it always meant trouble.

“Look inside if you don’t believe me.” You said placing your eye on the bottle orifice to get a better look at the coin.

He sighed and mimicked what you had done, pressing his eye to the bottle’s finish to get a better look and see if he could figure something to get it out.

“I don’t see–”

In a second you had squeezed the bottle and splash him in the face. Which was noticed by a few recruits that let out quiet laughs, unlike you who were giggling shamelessly at his expense.

“You! You... traitorous, cheeky, despicable, insolent–” Loki huffed as he latched onto your ribs and squeezed them repeatedly making you double over in laughter.

You batted his hand gently after about a minute as you regained his composure.

“Oh god, you’re my favorite thing ever, it’s been years since these pranks stooped working on everyone else” you laughed.

Loki huffed. “I wasn’t living here years ago.”

“Oh, I know that’s what makes it funnier” you laughed and patted his shoulder.

Other trainees were looking at him amused, but he noticed they seemed a lot less tense now. As if some of that fear they had was gone. It was… weirdly nice. So, he just sighed and rubbed his face with sleeve to dry himself off.

“You cannot expect me to go easy on you after your little stunt” he asked as he stood up.

“Mm, it’s already, I like rough treatment anyway” you winked at him.

That made some other people in the room as Loki’s cheeks heated up lightly. But he still smirked.

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes, won’t we?”

You were also what humans called, the class clown. And your favorite thing was to prank him. It was all harmless stuff, like when you started a game the entire class to start a game every time, he used Asgardian or just outdated expressions like “Norns” or “Heavens.” Or that time you taped giant googly eyes to your chest, so he had a hard time giving a lecture as he got the urge to laugh every time he glanced at you, and even had the audacity to tell him, “Hey, my eyes are up here!” as you bounced, making the googly eyes bounce all over the place. That time where you filled his locker with confetti and balloons.

It was embarrassing because despite he’s nature, he had no way to get back at you. His illusions didn’t faze you one bit, and the concept of pranks for a god weren’t particularly safe for humans, your style was weirdly benign, and he couldn’t match it. And everything he tried repeating from your pranks wasn’t really surprising.

He used to think nothing could ever bother you at all… Until he was wrong.

He found you one night by the roof, sitting with your legs hanging on the edge, but the little border made a secure railing that kept you safe. You had been gone for hours, even skipping training, and he saw a half empty bottle of Vodka behind you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he sat beside you.

“Wasting time, and Tony’s reserves” you joked bitterly. “Watching the forest.”

“It is a lovely night” Loki admitted. “But you were missed at today’s sparring. It is obvious I’m not nearly as tolerable without you around.”

“Just relax, they’ve already warmed up to you” you sighed. “No one likes a stiff teacher.”

It was true hay whenever you made him laugh everyone else seemed to ease up as well. He always attributed to your natural charm and that you relished embarrassing him. But… people were a lot less wary around him lately.

“What made you skip?” he asked.

“It’s the 13th anniversary since my mutation manifested” you sighed and you reached your arm into the sky, it stretched for a few meters before it regained its normal shape.

“I thought people here celebrated that” Loki inquired. “You act as if a partner abandoned you.”

“I don’t know, I think I miss being normal… well, more normal” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not feeling like an actual monster.”

Loki could relate to that, realizing that you are different means you will never wake up with the same concept of yourself, because as it turns out, you are a mistake, a cosmic improbability and turns out, you’ve never been like anyone else around you.

“You are not monster, you’re a–”

“Oh right, because mutant sounds so much nicer.”

“Does it upset you?” Loki asked. “Being the way you are?”

“Yes. No. A little? I don’t know, it’s like a dream living in the Avengers home.” You sighed. “But… don’t you ever get the feeling that rather than wanting to have you around they’re just don’t want you to go rogue? I mean, I get it, with all that’s happening with the Banshee black market…”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at that. If anyone understood what you felt, that was him. You were a mutant, which granted was becoming much more transcendental these days. More with the mutation enhancing drugs circulating, SHIELD and other organizations were putting a lot of energy to make sure less mutants went on a rampage. But none of you actually had major lists of crimes on their backs, unlike Loki. If anyone was being monitored that was Loki.

Even if he was technically an official Avenger already, it always felt like it was all because of his connection with Thor and at most that he was already highly trained, better than most other Avengers.

“I assure you that they do not think that of you.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “The Incorporations of Mutants Program is simply to remove mutants from a dangerous environment.”

“Yeah, free of Banshee and even add some mutant soldiers to their ranks, it’s a win-win situation” you spoke bitterly.

A part of him felt weirdly nostalgic. His mind took him back to the treasure vault of Asgard, his words reverberating on the walls: «So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here until you might have use of me?» And now, more than a decade later, he found himself defending his father. This was just the same, you weren’t necessarily wrong… but it only a piece of the picture, the hurtful bit of a picture.

“You’re right to feel that way.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “But know that these people care about you… even if their original intentions aren’t as selfless. Trust me, I would know.”

“That’s surprisingly mature for a prince that’s technically younger than me.”

He felt his cheeks warming up to your comment and scoffed out a laugh. Of course, even in a vulnerable moment you wouldn’t let the chance pass to tease him.

“What can I say? I am not just devilishly handsome, charming, and tremendously intelligent,” he smiled, “there’s gotta be some wisdom to balance it all out.”

That made you laugh in that way that made his heart flutter in his chest. And before he knew it, you had rested your head on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up and a smile make its way to his face. Had it always been so difficult concealing his excitement?

“You forgot humble and down to earth” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“What can I say, darling?” he smiled, “I’m a perfect man, I am completely irresistible.”

“And you still can’t get a date” you smile nudging his side.

“Not my fault there” Loki chuckled, “I’m quite particular when choosing a lover.”

“Right, and you being insufferable has nothing to do with it” you smiled as you grabbed his side and gave him a few squeezes.

The feeling made him jolt and let out a strangled gasp. Of course, you little brat always took advantage of this silly weakness of him ever since you found out.

He remembered the day you found out, quite vividly.

It was a holiday, so most recruits were out for a couple of days with either family, friends, or a new fling. Even some of the Avengers with friends out of the compound left for a few days. So, it was the super soldiers, the Maximoff twins, Vision, Thor, Loki, and you.

Your family had left for a trip, so you had no reason to leave the compound. Loki was thrilled that he would have you practically to himself. He felt those butterflies deep within his chest every time he saw you alone in a room. Of course, he kept his cool as best he could, still being the same mischievous charmer he’s always been, despite feeling like a giddy kid at the sight of you.

Even the most ordinary of mornings were blissful with you around. Even things like breakfast you could always make a monotone activities fun. Like right now, making Thor and the Maximoff twins laugh and sing around with you while you were whipping pancake mix on a bowl. It was some sort of little dance party while you cooked.

Loki couldn’t help but stare and chuckle softly.

“Loki, good morning” you smiled as poured some mix on a frying pan. “Wanna join us for breakfast?”

“Is it required for me to squirm around like a possessed worm like you’re doing?” he joked.

“Yes, it is imperative that you do, otherwise the pancakes will come flat” you quipped back with a cheeky smile.

“Come on brother, I know Midgard dancing is very different from what we used to see at home,” Thor intervened, “But it is quite fun, give it a try!”

“That’s the attitude, Thor-nderstorm” you grinned as you continued to dance.

“In that case I think I’ll just do with some coffee” he cleared his throat as he spoke.

“Come on, brother” Thor insisted, shameless —or rather, clueless— as usual. “It’s fun!”

“Hey, no shame if he can’t do it” you said, “Not everyone can dance.”

Loki laughed.

“If you call that «dancing», I’ll let you know I am actually a great dancer” he stated, just so you knew.

“Loki, if someone has to inform me of their traits, I have learned not to believe that.” You challenged him.

He looked away, focusing on the black liquid dripping into the coffee pot, trying to think of anything else that wasn’t you. Just the coffee, dark, bitter, that he had to keep himself from drinking before bed or it’d deprive him of sleep... Just the way you…

“ACK—!” he was brought back by the squeeze on his sides that made him jump and hold back a yelp.

He was ready to yell at Thor, when he saw the outstretched arms and you looking at him from the other side of the kitchen, the hands returned to your hips. Everyone was looking at him.

“Oh, you’re back” you saw his rosy cheeks a bit confused. “Honey?”

“Excuse me?”

“What do you want your pancakes with? Honey?”

“Uh- I… I- no… Um, I didn’t— I…” he couldn’t even look at you.

But you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I recall you like them with honey” you smiled, “It’s Thor that likes them with maple syrup.”

“That’s correct” Thor beamed happily.

“Don’t finish it all you hoarder” Pietro quipped as he wrestled with the blond for the bottle of syrup.

He sighed quietly, thankful that they had moved onto the next subject. He served himself his cup of coffee and just when he was going to turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and that gently traveled all the way down his side and caused him to shiver.

He looked at you with daggers in his eyes before checking on the rest that were focused on eating and didn’t notice anything, thankfully. You just look at him and chuckled, before handing him a plate with neatly piled up pancakes with honey and some a small mix of berries you knew he liked.

“I didn’t know all Gods were so ticklish, I thought it was a Thor thing” you whispered. “…Good to know.”

You might as well have buried him alive after that. But, to his surprise you didn’t tell anyone. No one brought it up, not even Thor, who was already painfully aware of how cripplingly sensitive Loki was. No, and the anticipation killed him for the next day or two.

You didn’t bring it up once until one night you had the entire compound to yourselves. The doctor Foster had invited Thor over to «watch movies», not that anyone bought that for a second, the Scarlet Witch had gone on a date with the Vision, Barnes and Rogers were out on a party thing and had taken the Maximoff brother with him to further introduce him as part of the team. So, it was you and Loki completely alone.

You were reading on the couch on the weirdest positions, with your head upside down and the book inelegantly hanging on the air as you red upside down with your back arched as it seemed you’d fall out of the couch any second.

He grinned. It was the perfect chance to get you back. He made sure to be very quiet as he approached you and moved very slowly so you wouldn’t notice him —human earbuds were a blessing for his mischief, but they were not infallible— and right when he was towering over you. He squeezed both your sides.

“AAAAAAHHH!” you screeched as you fell off the couch.

Loki looked over to where you were laying on the floor where you had a hand over your heart.

“Loki! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You scolded him.

What? No blush, no squeaky voice, no stuttering, no nervous shifting or even a giggle? No nothing? Were you that good at playing dumb? No way.

“What was that for?”

“I am sorry, I simply can’t resist when someone is vulnerable like that” Loki shrugged it off and sat on the couch, hoping you wouldn’t ask him to elaborate. “What are you reading?”

You sat back up next to him and showed him the baby blue book with pink letters and a couple kissing on the cover. One of those romance novels you liked.

“Is that the one you told me about?” Loki asked.

“It’s the one” you grinned and noticed the book beside him. “What are you reading?”

“Just old Asgardian poetry” he said, showing you the book, despite knowing you don’t speak Asgardian. He noticed the look you gave him, with an arched eyebrow and a smug grin, “It’s old even for me. Just old love poems.”

Your eyes sparkled like absolute diamonds, and you scooted closer to him, your face just inches from his. “Can you read one to me?”

He felt his cheeks flush at your excitement, and the clumsiness. But he cleared his throat and opened it on the poem he was reading. But he decided to be smug and read it just like it showed, in old Norse.

“Oh, so funny.” You growled and jabbed his sides.

Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and barked out a laugh. A laugh that didn’t go unnoticed given you quickly followed that same movement that had made him squirm. He very did a very poor job at concealing his reaction.

His brain quickly felt fuzzy, he could feel his restrained laughter echoing in his chest, and even still a few snickers were slipping out. His arms felt like worms just clumsily trying to find your hands to push you away. His face was impossibly hot and surely a dark shade of red at this point. His mind was on its knees begging for him to succumb and allow his body to laugh. And that’s exactly what he did when your hands sneaked past his arms and gently wiggled against the skin on his armpits.

“Wahahait! Stohohohop that!” he laughed.

“So that’s what your laugh sounds like” you teased him. “Hm… it’s actually kinda cute.”

“Stohohop this or ehehehehelse!” he latched his hands to your forearms but found that he didn’t even have the strength in himself to push you away.

Maybe it was that subliminal fear that he knew how fragile humans were. Maybe he was just that stupidly ticklish. Or… maybe your fingers were warm, and soft… and you had never given him this much attention.

He had fallen back on the couch, and you sat on his waist, straddling him with your legs on each side, and your hands were now exploring every bit of his torso to see what got him to laugh the hardest, your eyes were looking for every reaction, and your words were dedicated solely to tease him. He truly had you all for himself right now.

And it was driving him crazy.

“Mohohohortal! Cease this ahahahahat once!” he cackled. “It’s ahahahahan ordeheher!”

“Oh?” you smiled in a made that made his insides tingle, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make that call~”

Your thumbs dug into his hipbones that made him arch his back as he let out a loud screech and followed by a stream of guffaws. You laughed along with him, and it almost made this torture worth it.

Worth it, not more bearable.

“Plehehehease, no more! I surrender!” he laughed as he clumsily slapped your forearm in what he had learned was a sign of giving up.

“Wait, seriously” you asked, a bit surprised that you had actually gotten to him.

“Yehehehes, please, I yieheheheld!”

And thank gods it worked. You immediately stopped tickling him and helped him sit back up.

“You okay there?” you smiled at him, and his only response was tackling you to try getting some well-deserve revenge.

Ever since that night you had tormented every once in a while, by tickling him silly whenever you felt like it. But somehow you always had the decency to make it behind closed doors, where no one could see him laughing like an idiot at the mercy of a mortal simply tickling him. And… laying on your bed at late hours was very much worth it, the books he brought to read for you could always wait.

Loki and you chatted for a few hours and soon you sober up enough which relaxed Loki enough, but he noticed your conversation turned more melancholic, contrasting with your grumpy drunk rant earlier. You talked about your family, old jobs, and a department you owned before moving in on the compound.

“Can I tell you something funny?” you smiled sadly, and he nodded. “I miss being ticklish.”

“Well darling, I think that’s been enough alcohol for you.” Loki said as he grabbed the bottle and made it vanish away from you.

“I mean it!” you laughed.

“You’re insane.”

“It’s… I used to laugh so easy… Now every poke, every squeeze, every jab…” you poked your side and your finger sunk in your skin. “It’s… I don’t know… absorbed? I don’t feel anything like I used to.”

He remembered, the time you tickled him silly, how he attempted to get revenge, and how poorly it ended for him.

He latched his hands to your sides and squeezed you thoroughly. He crawled his hands over your belly, he pinched your ribs, and skittering his fingers under your arms. He experimented on every inch of your body.

But at most you gave him a soft breathy laugh, more amused than ticklish induced.

“Sorry Loki, I’m not that ticklish” you smiled trying to be apologetic, but you seemed more amused.

Your armed stretched and wrapped in circles around his bicep to pin his arm upward and still stretched enough to reach and tickle under his arm.

Needless to say, this time he didn’t get a break so easily.

“I doubt there is any actual downside to being the way you are” Loki encouraged you, “I’d give anything to not be… you know…”

“Cripplingly ticklish?” you smiled and elbowed his side making his face flush.

Norns, where had the days gone when he used to be a charming silver-tongued flirt? He used to be swooning men, women, and mythical beings alike, but your silly teasing for some reason had him blushing like a young boy.

“I-It’s… not how I would have phrased that…”

“I would” you cut him off with a giggle and poked his ribs, making him jump and barely hold back a squeak. A squeak.

“Right… Nowhere near the point I was trying to make” he sighs.

“I know… I just miss that intimacy” you sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, tickling was fun when I was little, it’s a nice way of being close to others” you sighed as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I wish I could have that. Usually I get «no, it’s unfair since you’re not ticklish» and well… No more fun for me.”

Close to others.

He gulped at the warmth of your body as you leaned on him. His heart was racing, his hands were sweaty, his face was burning, he felt a knot in his throat and his breath was hitching.

“Tickle me then.”

“What did you say?!”

What did he say?!

Loki had been through the toughest training regimes growing up, he’d been deadly injured in battle countless time before he even turned 1000 years old, he’d withstand the most merciless tortures, and had been clinically dead more than once. But ever since he was little the one thing he couldn’t stand, was getting tickled. It was so bad to the point where the only people who could tickle him were his parents and Thor… who also had the advantage of being about three times stronger than Loki.

He remembered vividly the last time he was tickled past his limit he had lost control of his magic and unintentionally sent Thor to the healing room for two days (although he had been too proud to admit it had been an accident). The fact that you had left your last encounter tickling him unscathed was a miracle.

“Are you serious?” you asked him, looking at him suspiciously.

Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was. He was so convinced he hated being tickled, that he couldn’t understand why the idea actually felt… Exciting? Appealing? He tried convincing himself it was just the idea of having your hands on him.

“Yes, how bad can it really be?” Loki nearly wanted to die when he felt his voice crack in nervousness, and he had to clear his throat. “You’re just a human, after all.”

“Oh, is that so?” you chuckle. “Mm, I might take you on that offer then.”

You squeezed his side and his breath hitched.

“W-Wait, don’t!” he gasped and grabbed your hand.

“Oh, here better?” you grinned and used your other hand to squeeze above his knee, which made him jolt and grab your other hand by reflex.

“Gods, you do not make this easy” he chuckled softly.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable” you smiled genuinely. “I still appreciate the intention.”

The disappointed look on your face was all the motivation he needed, he pulled you towards him and sat facing you, guiding your hands to his sides as he felt his face burning. How terminally insane had he gone?

“Do it before I change my mind” he said firmly.

“Pfft!” you giggled, “You’re crazy.”

“It would seem so” he smiled. “Let’s get this over with…”

You chuckled and you started skittering your fingernails along his sides. Loki’s jaw tensed immediately as he felt his lips started twitching upward.

“Aww… you’re so ticklish, Loki” you smiled as you kept tracing your fingers up and down his sides, from his hips to his upper ribs. “It’s so charming.”

He cursed his choice of wardrobe today, and Midgardian fashion in general, he could have used a good layer of his Asgardian leather armors. Now a cotton shirt and black jeans served him very little as your finger tormented his sides.

And he was starting to giggle already.

“Yohohohou’re such a pehehehehest!”

“C’mon… it is pretty cute how you laugh,” you smiled, “your voice is so deep but your giggles are so light.”

“I’m nohohohot cute! Hehehe- Hey! Dohohohn’t touch thehehehere!” he giggled when your hands wiggled towards the sides of his belly.

“Oh, your pwetty tummy is so ticklish, isn’t it?” you cooed doing bloody baby talk, “You so cute~”

“Stohohohohop!” he guffawed. “Do nohohot patronize mehehehe!”

He hated how well you had learned how sensitive his stomach was. You had tickled him about three times total prior to this peak of insanity, but the weak spot that was his entire abdomen didn’t go unnoticed from the first time.

“I’m sorry, it’s so hard not to tease you when you have such a cute way of laughing.”

“I’m nohohohohot! Stop sahahaying that!” he protested between laughs.

“You should see yourself” you smiled at him. “The way you scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out ever so slightly is so endearing!”

“Shuhuhuhut up!” he laughed as he bent over to try protecting his belly from your fingers.

You were being so gentle to him, simply skittering your fingers over his shirt. Being anyone else, that might have just gotten a few giggles out, but he was so ridiculously ticklish, especially there. That this delicate taunt to the skin had him hysterical.

“No mohohohore!” he pleaded, “Not thehehehere!”

“Not where?” you asked innocently. “Here?”

And you poked gently over the patch of skin right below his navel.

“Cuhuhut it out! Gehehet away from my stomahahahach!” he cackled, “I’m behehegging you!”

For some reason you decided to listen and move from his gut, moving to poke and knead his ribs, even doing those unbearable ticklish pinches around him.

You had a hellish ability to have him in stitches.

It kept going for a while, you would explore a spot, have him giggling like a child and then move onto the next to start over, not giving him a chance to get used to any sensation or spot.

“Dahahahahahahahaharling, plehehease!” he laughed, “thahahat’s so bahahahad!”

Seemingly that phrased worked and it stopped you giving him the chance to catch his breath, he placed a hand over his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried refilling his lungs with air.

“You little imp!” Loki panted “I was being so nice to you!”

“So was I” you smiled, “I’ve tickled you before, you know how bad it can be.”

Surely you were right, but the way you said it, almost like a promise, made Loki’s cheeks flare up, not that it would’ve been noticeable given how his face was flushed from laughing.

“You’re a menace” he chuckled, as he ruffled your hair “How come I’ve grown so fond of a little nuisance like yourself?”

“What can I say? I’m irresistible like that” you laughed as you rested your head against his arm.

He chuckled as he felt a lingering warmth spreading from where you were resting against his arm to his chest.

“Maybe you are” he sighed with a smile. If only you knew.

“Loki… can I ask you something?” you looked up at him.

“What is it?”

“Are you happy… living here?” you asked. “Or… have you never thought of running away?”

His face darkened. It made sense, but the idea of you thinking of him as a potential traitor stung worse than every awful thing said to or by him in stupid fights with Thor or his parents when the arguments got heated.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you lived in a castle, with luxury, prestige, fame and power” you spoke, “isn’t this too little for you? Don’t you feel trapped?”

Now that reasoning he didn’t expect. He smiled at you fondly.

“You make me sound like a spoiled brat” he chuckled.

“Aren’t you?” you chuckled.

“Of course not, I am the epitome of humility” he claimed, making you laugh. “But… answering to your question… I used to feel trapped, every day I’d be plotting my escape, how to make my great escape.”

“And we won't hear a word they say…” you chuckled.

“What?” he smiled.

“Nothing, The Great Escape is a song, continue” you smiled.

“And trust me… at first… I tried, they didn’t take long to catch me analyzing their security systems and patrolling schedules in a chance to sneak out. I was given so many last warnings and caused Thor so much trouble. Until… eventually I realized… I had nowhere to run to” Loki spoke sadly, “And eventually I stopped trying, this was all I had, and I had to make the best of it. At least my brother was around…”

“Aw, so you do care about Thor” you smiled as you nudge his side.

“I did not say that, and you are not to tell him that” Loki spoke in a fake seriousness. “His ego is big enough as it is.”

“Oh, you’re criticizing him about his big ego.” You laughed, and Loki’s heart fluttered, “You should tell him, he would be very happy that his little brother loves him.”

“Perhaps I will one day” Loki smiled, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…”

“Diva” you muttered under your breath, making Loki chuckle.

“…Eventually I resigned to living here,” he continued. “And one day, the Incorporation of Mutant Program was introduced.”

“I’m still not over the fact that we were named the IMPs” you laughed, making Loki snicker.

“Are you kidding? That was the only thing I considered salvageable of you all at the time.” Loki joked, earning a poke on the ribs from you, “…Among the other Avengers I was requested to instruct the recruits. Which I refused to do.”

“And then you met me” you smiled.

“And then I met you.” Loki agreed. “Which made it all more bearable, you at least provided me with some challenge and entertainment.”

“That’s a really twisted way to say you like me” you chuckled.

If you only knew…

“Would you believe me if I said I did?”

“That’s fair.”

The triggered something in him, a moment of bravado that made him want to risk everything and tell you.

“Are you sure of that?” he asked, as he gently placed a finger under your chin, and pulled for you to look at him. “Even if I said you drive me completely crazy?”

Oh, the look of shock that adorned your now blushing features was delicious.

“Even if I said that I think about you on every waking moment, and that just for the sake of that smile of yours I’d withstand the most barbarous tortures… That for the longest time now you’ve had my heartstrings wrapped around your fingers, playing me like a puppet at your will just for the sake of you one day maybe looking at me the way I look at you.”

“What…? Wh— L-Loki… I— you—!” you stuttered.

Your face was red, but you didn’t seem repelled by his confession. Thank goodness. He thought maybe giving you some time to organize your words was the best thing he could do.

“Why me?” you finally asked.

“Why not?”

“I’m not particularly strong, powerful or attractive” you stated. “Even among just the other recruits.”

“I beg to differ, it takes a lot to render a god helpless like you did earlier.”

“Because you allowed me to” you retorted.

“Because I am crazy about you” Loki said gently.

“Why?”

“You’re stubborn, you get on my nerves all the time, you question and defy my authority every chance you have, and you have no fear of the consequences of crossing a god, especially one with my history.” Loki chuckled. “That takes a lot of courage.”

You smiled at him shyly, and oh gods, the amount of self-control it took not to tackled you and kiss the daylights out of you was ridiculous.

“You are funny, and witty, you have these innocent eyes that make me want to blindly believe you every time you pull one of your stupid pranks on me.”

“And you fall every time” you smiled as the pink shade returned to your cheeks.

“I fall every time” he whispered with a gentle nod. “I fall every time you smile, every time you laugh and every time you look at me as if I was someone interesting and worth getting to know better.”

“You are worth getting to know better… Hell, you’re worth risking a friendship for…”

“Risking a friendship— Mmph?!”

Before he could process what you had done he was already melting against your lips that were sweetly pressed against his.

He felt your fingers sneaking behind him, brushing gently against his neck, which made him laugh softly against the kiss before they continued their journey to his head, where they started playing with his hair in a way that caused him to swoon. In return he placed his hands on the small of your back, brushing his thumbs against you.

And you let out a giggle.

“What was that?” he asked amused.

“W-Wait, do it again!” You smiled brightly.

Loki smiled and brushed his fingers gently across your back and you let out a little giggle.

“It tickled!” You exclaimed.

“Oh did it…?” he smiled and experimented by gently scratching your sides and belly, just soft caresses with his blunt nails over your skin.

And you were giggling like a happy kid.

“Would you look at that…” Loki taunted you. “The little springy mortal is ticklish after all.”

You just rested against his chest as he tickled you, not protesting or squirming at all, just happy giggles. He supposed it made sense, pokes, squeezes, and jabs did nothing, but your skin was still sensitive enough to react to caresses, and it turned out it was all he needed. He took his sweet time exploring every little spot on your body that made you giggle.

Perhaps tickling was fun after all.

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[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Hey, could I request a trans (ftm) and Gabriel fic perferrably with a wing kink/preening?

Thank you so much for the request. I think I went through like four iterations until I felt it was what the wonderful user wanted. I feel very honored for the request. I hope it is what you wanted. ❤️💛

Request: Gabriel x ftm Reader, Wing Preening

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,073

Summary: Gabriel flirts his way into getting his husband to assist preening his wings.

A/N: I suck at titles. Hush.

I want to thank @mochatheangelkiller for their help.

Gabriel walked into the bedroom shirtless, in boxer briefs, and with his golden wings folded behind him. “Hey,” he said to Y/N, flirtatiously.

Y/N looked up from his book with a small smile upon seeing Gabe as he was. “Do you need something?” He asks, teasingly.

Gabriel saunters in, raising his wings up and about, a mating display, he knows that Y/N likes to see, especially once the archangel explained them. He finds Gabriel’s wings beautiful and loves to touch the soft feathers when Gabe has them out.

Y/N grins, wondering if Gabe is trying to seduce him or wanting him to help preen him. He knows his archangel boyfriend likes to seduce and tease, sometimes at the same time.

Gabriel crawled onto their four-poster bed towards Y/N. He put his book down on the nightstand waiting to see what the lovely golden-eyed angel does.

Y/N quirks a brow at Gabriel, their smile relaxes watching the angel’s movements.

The messenger of god straddles Y/N's comforter-covered thighs and wraps his hands around his neck.

“Gabriel,” warns Y/N. He crosses his arms, not reciprocating Gabriel’s advances.

The archangel rolls his eyes and crosses his arm. “Ok. Ok. I need help with my wings,” he mumbles sheepishly.

Y/N’s face softens, leans forward, and places a chaste kiss on Gabriel’s lips. “The word is ‘preen’.”

“I’m not calling it that,” the Angel pouted.

Y/N grins, amused. It’s an argument the Y/N uses to tease the Angel since it’s hard to tease The Trickster who claimed to be Loki, Norse God.

“Go on, sit down,” Y/N pats next to them and slides off their side of the bed so Gabriel can spread out one of his wings to allow Y/N to work. He goes over to their laptop on the desk and puts on their usual playlist for preening.

Returning, Y/N begins first with the left wing by straightening and ‘zipping’ feathers before gently removing loose ones. Gabriel shivers at the initial contact and relaxes into his touch. The messenger sighs in contentment. Y/N smiles at the sound and then focuses on the task at hand. The gentle movements and massaging stimulation the oil glands throughout the wing and on Gabriel’s back. Knowing where they are across his boyfriend’s wing, Y/N begins to slowly spread the oil and then skims their hands down Gabriel’s back. He can feel goosebumps rise at their touch along the Angel’s back as they collect more oil. He coats the oil on each feather as the youngest archangel showed them.

It’s so easy to do the task and just relax especially with the instrumental music playlist. The scent of the oil permeates the air: a sweet, clover-like scent, honeysuckle with a hint of tobacco. Y/N takes a deep breath and just loves the scent that embodies the one who has their heart. Their nipples tighten under their T-shirt and feel themselves becoming aroused.

“I love you, Gabriel.” He smiles as he works on the front of the left wing.

“I love you too, hot stuff.”

Y/N chuckles at the angel’s endearment for them.

“You doing okay?” He asks, worried that holding the wing up may be tiresome for the angel.

“I’m good,” Gabriel responds, confidently.

There is a pile of broken and loose feathers next to the man. He takes them and puts them on Gabriel’s nightstand.

“Okay, swap sides.”

Gabriel folds his wing back and moves to sit on the left side to allow Y/N to work on the right wing. Gabriel spreads the wing out, and Y/N gets on the bed and starts again. Straightening and ‘zipping’ the feathers back followed by removing loose feathers, making another pile.

Y/N has always been affected by Gabriel’s scent. His arousal simmering as they work on the other side of the wing. He can see that Gabriel is just as affected as he is if the bulge in his underwear is anything to go by.

“Enjoying yourself?” Y/N teases.

Gabriel looks at them as his eyes remain on the wing. “What do you think?”

Y/N grins, wide, at the returned tease. He slows down about halfway done with the inside of the right wing. He relaxes his face, trying to seem focused on the task and not trying to ignore their arousal. Breathing deep and slowly doesn’t exactly help, it does help them focus. They have a goal in mind with Gabriel’s progressive bulge.

Gabriel presses on his hardness over his boxer briefs.

Y/N reaches over and smacks his hand. “No,” he commands.

Gabriel whines, pursing his lips into a frown.

“Patience, Angel.”

“You know I can't do that.”

Y/N chuckles. “Liar. You waited for me.”

Gabriel smiles and rolls his golden eyes. “True,” he quietly agrees. “You were worth it.”

Y/N smiles, feeling heat rise to their cheeks, as they continue along the ‘arm’ oiling the feathers.

Gabriel shivers through his wings.

Y/N grins, wickedly. He knee-walks and straddles Gabriel.

“He-llo,” Gabriel greets and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist.

“Hey,” Y/N greets back. He wraps his arms around the angel’s shoulders and grounds down on the angel.

He throws his head back and groans. Y/N leans forward and sucks marks along the angel’s tendon, his neck nipping, laying kitten licks, and soothing them. He slides his hands down Gabriel’s back to the main oil glands and presses on them drawing a gasp from him as he arches his back.

Y/N leans forward, lips against his ear. “You like that, Angel?”

Gabriel is panting and pushes his hips upward, two pieces of cloth separating their bodies. Y/N hums in pleasure, leans back, and takes off his shirt, revealing two silver scars across their chest from their top surgery. The Angel’s hand comes up and traces them like he does every time. He revels in Y/N’s bravery, determination, and resilience. The scars speak so much of Y/N’s past struggles and knows how lucky he is to call him his.

Y/N bites his lower lip, his eyes watching the awe on Gabriel’s face the angel has every single time. He smiles at his angel.

“Gabriel,” he whispers.

The angel looks at him, pupil large with a sliver of golden at the edges. Y/N smiles, ready for so much more.

Want me to write more? Let me know. I would love to hear from you. 📝❤️

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[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 13: Blush

fandom: marvel

word count: 600

pairing: loki x reader (established relationship)

summary: loki searches for any and all things that make you blush

“Hello, darling,” Loki bellowed in that deep, seductive voice of his. He came from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your temple. You blushed at his words and actions, smiling and spinning around to face him.

Loki let a breathy laugh shoot through his nose at the sight of your face, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “Is that really all it takes to fluster you?” He asked. You hid your face in his chest, groaning quietly. You had muttered something to him, but it was muffled due to being pressed into his shirt. “I didn’t hear a word you just said, dove.”

You pulled back and looked up again, your eyes locking onto his vibrant blue ones. “I said that I can’t help it. It’s a natural reaction.”

“Well, it’s adorable. One of my favorite things about you,” Loki professed, leaning down to kiss you softly. You accepted it with eagerness, your face continuously growing warmer.

It had become a little game for Loki—finding things that caused you to blush in that endearing way that made him want to scoop you into his arms and squeeze you tight. He loved watching your cheeks turn pink as a shy smile rose to your face.

Loki found that the easiest way was to call you a pet name. ‘Darling’ got the best reaction, but he swore he wouldn’t say it too often lest you get used to it and stop blushing. Another sure-fire way was complimenting you. It could be just about anything; how your clothes accentuated your body, how beautiful your smile was, how swiftly you could take down enemies. Loki complimented you at least once a day just to watch your face change shades.

And recently, he’d added one more to his list of way to make you blush. It was purely an accident—Loki’s fingers squeezed your side a bit too hard when he hugged you from behind, causing you to squeak and buckle away from his hand. You instantly knew what had happened, your face turning red in response. Hopefully, Loki hadn’t—

“Ticklish, darling?” Loki asked impishly, only making your cheeks grow warmer in embarrassment. His head twisted over your shoulder to be able to see you, but you turned it the other way. “You cannot hide those blushing cheeks from me, dear, I can practically feel the heat radiating off of them.”

Without warning, Loki wiggled his fingers into your side with the intent to make it tickle, holding you tighter to his chest when you jolted and tried moving away. Giggling, you whined, “Lohokihi!”

“How delightful this is!” He boasted as he lifted you off the ground to carry you into the common room, sitting down on the couch with you in his lap. The entire journey, you were squirming, begging Loki not to exploit this little fact. “I can’t give up such a perfect opportunity to see you smile and laugh, love. Not to mention you’re blushing like crazy.

Loki twisted you on his lap and pushed you flat on your back so that he could see you better, wasting no time in scratching at your belly. Your eyes squeezed shut in ticklish laughter and your arms moved to block his access. “Lohoki! Wahahait!”

“You’re positively radiant, dove. I can’t stop now!” He teased, prodding into your ribs. Your face felt as if it were on fire with Loki complimenting you, calling you a pet name, and tickling you senseless.

But you were okay with it because you knew that Loki was inexcusably in love with you.

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[mochie85]

Hi hun, can you do one one shot where reader writes erotic stories (no a fanfiction really) an Loki finds it (like she publish them on her blog). He doesn't say anything, but keep reading it, (he is in love with her) and one night he get so frustrated and have to go to her room, she has no idea, he trapped her between the door and him, and is all sexy (you know, sensual deep voice), and if you feel comfortable can be smut ♡

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A/N: I really REALLY liked writing this one 😈. Thank you to the Nonny who requested it. I'm sorry this took a while to finish. I promise to get to all my requests soon. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Dom!Loki, praise kink. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The sound of your dulcet giggles carried itself across the room to where Loki was sitting. You and Natasha were sitting down, sharing a screen, and reading something entertaining.

You covered your mouth in a gasp as she giggled in her seat. “Natasha Romanoff, you naughty girl!” you exclaimed.

“Me?! Didn’t you just read that last paragraph, Mommy?” She fired back. The dark hue of your blush almost turned purple. “I can’t believe people are writing this about us?”

“What are you two going on about?” Loki asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He strode over the short distance to where you two sat.

“Nothing!” you said as you stashed your tablet behind you, having been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Loki waved his fingers and your tablet appeared in his hands. “Hey!” You stood up to grab it back, but Loki was already reading the explicit contraband. He held his hand out to your forehead, holding you back. Your arms flailing around trying your hardest against the god’s strength.

Loki only read a few lines before he realized what the two of you were reading. Natasha only laughed as she registered his expression. His eyes grew round and wide. His mouth opened to shock and awe.

He could only handle so much before he sat down on the sofa, right where you had been sitting. Loki held the tablet and scanned the filthy words on the screen. His eyes darted back and forth to you quickly – standing in front of him, fidgeting.

“What exactly am I reading?” Loki asked aloud.

“It’s fanfiction,” Nat said.

“Fan…fic…tion.” Loki annunciated each syllable to drive the point.

“Yes. Our fans have written little narratives of us in their heads and are sharing it with other fans.” Nat continued.

“And this -” Loki pointed to the words on your tablet. “Is the narrative that goes on in their heads?”

“Some are cute! There are romantic ones in there.” You corrected, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh! So you’ve read some of these, have you?” Loki teased. “So what’s this business about calling you, mommy?” He asked deviously as he leaned back into a comfortable position. You blushed darker. Nat just laughed at the situation.

You shuddered, hiding your face in your hands, “I am not explaining kinks to you, Loki. So help me God.”

“I’m right here, love, and I don’t think I’ll need help there.” He trailed off, still reading.

“Come on babes. You have to find it endearing somewhat?” Nat said to you.

“Oh, I totally do! It’s just…” You looked straight at Loki who was busy reading the story in his hand to notice your stare. “…nothing. Never mind.” You ended.

Later that night, Loki ended up finding the website you were on and started reading on his own. There were all manners of stories, from all different types of entertainment.

He centered on the stories around the team. There were scenarios for everybody. Even some for that android that the witch is betrothed to. I wonder if the rest of the team knows that these exist?

Loki narrowed his search. He found some dedicated blogs that wrote about you unreservedly. Some were romantic and light, as you said. Others were darker and wicked. Lewd images popped in his head as he continued reading scenarios involving you.

His hand involuntarily roamed in between his legs. Relieving himself to thoughts of you, written by strangers.

He was addicted.

Addicted to thoughts of you. To reading about you and the debased words written on the screen. He would visit the website almost every night. He would feel a sort of closeness to you that he savored. His imagination only fueled the interactions you had with each other during the day.

Loki came upon you cooking in the kitchen one time. Your headphones were on, dancing to the melody in your ears. He lingered for a while, watching you sway your hips, extending your chest out to a private show only Loki could see.

He pictured some of the more explicit stories he’s read, just by watching you dancing. He couldn’t wait till tonight to see what new stories he’d be able to read.

You turned around, surprised to find him watching you. You jumped slightly, then took your headphones off. “Loki, you scared me. How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” He said with a smirk.

“Lunch will be ready soon.”

“I can’t wait. Thank you.”

The next night, a new story popped up on his feed. It was from an author he’d never read before. What caught his attention most was that it was about him.

Loki didn’t search for stories about him. He didn’t realize there would be any interest. He was curious about what a fanfiction story regarding himself would be like.

As he read through it, the situation started to become familiar. The reader was an Avenger working in the tower where most of the team resided.  They were in the kitchen making dinner, and Loki happened upon them dancing to the music playing in the background. It was almost similar to what happened yesterday, with you.

~ Loki caged you in between his arms and the counter. You could feel his hard length press behind you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“Loki! You scared me. How long…” your words were interrupted by the feel of his soft lips on your collar as he pulled your shirt down. His nose ran up the length of your neck, stealing your words, muddling your thoughts.

“Long enough for you?” he asked as you felt the rigidity of his aching cock. His hands roaming your body, pulling you flushed against him. “I can’t wait any longer…” ~

Loki didn’t know how to feel. Confused? Flattered?

Yes. Definitely flattered.

It was pleasing to think that someone out there liked him enough to write about him. That they liked him enough to write something so uninhibited; made it feel mischievous – taboo.

Reading the story again, he supposed it’s a very general occurrence. To come up on someone dancing in the kitchen. Then subsequently wanting to fuck them to Valhalla. Norns, he wanted to do that with you the other day too. He continued the rest of the story, impressed by the imagery and detail. But not thinking too much about it. So, he bookmarked the author as a favorite.

Days later, another instance of bizarre déjà vu occurred when Loki sat down on his bed and read a different story from the same author.

~ He looked tired and beat. His arms spread out on either side of him wanting to relax. You looked around to see that you were both alone in the jet.

You strode in between his legs and knelt down as your hands trailed down his strong chest towards his muscular thighs. His head straightened up as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just relax. Let me take care of you,” you whispered as you slowly untied his leather trousers, pulling his pants further down to give you access to his growing cock.

“Darling, we could get caught.” He said trying to stop you.

“That’s half the fun.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. You answered by giving him a strong lick at the tip of his cock. You could taste his sweet early offerings and it made him shudder in anticipation.

He grabbed your hair with one hand and pumped his dick with the other. “Open.” He commanded. And you complied.

You looked up into his darkened eyes and stuck your tongue out as an invitation. He sank his red-hot cock inside your mouth. Inch by aching inch.

He was growing impatient inside your tight lips. He grabbed you on either side of your head and bucked into you fully. His forceful attack made you gag. The sound turned him on even more as he continued to fuck your mouth senselessly. ~

Loki couldn’t believe what he was reading. His breathing got heavier and tighter. Wasn’t it just the other day that you both came back from a mission? He remembered sitting in one of the seats, taking a break from helping unload the cargo off the plane. His arms rested open on either side of him as his head leaned back onto the wall of the jet, hoping to get a little respite. Just like in the story. Then you came up to him and asked if he was ok.

“Go, Loki. I can handle the rest.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Ya. You look really tired. Just relax.”

“Thank you, my dear. I owe you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You smirked as Loki got up to leave.

He remembered seeing something darken in your eyes. But he dismissed it, thinking he was just tired.

“No! It couldn’t be.” Loki said aloud.  “Could it?” There was such detail in the story. The description of the jet. His sitting position on the seats. The account of his pants being tied on and not buttoned. How could anyone know that, unless…

Loki clicked on the author’s page.  The first post to come up was a list of all their works. Loki only recognized the recent two, but apparently, they’ve been writing for a lot longer and for a lot more people than him.

There were stories about the Captain. Some were about Sgt. Barnes. There was even one about Agent Romanoff. The more recent ones were about him, however. He felt unprompted pride over that fact.

As he read through most of them, Loki noticed minute details in their portrayals. Specifics that no one should know unless they lived at The Tower. He decided to test this theory out.

It took a while, but he found you down at the boxing ring in the gym training. Perfect.

“Hello, darling,” Loki said coming up to you.

“Oh. Hey, Loki,” you responded.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” You accepted. Loki went to put on some punching mitts and got into the ring with you. You circled each other once. With precision and speed, you aimed for his temple, but Loki was quicker and had the mitt by his head to fend off your attack.

“You know, I’ve been reading that website. Ever since you presented it to me.” Loki started.

“I didn’t present anything to you. You took my tablet, remember?” You jabbed again, this time straight for his nose. He swatted away your assault and continued.

“I found some very concerning stories on there. By some mysterious writers.”

“I’m not surprised you found something you didn’t like. Do you not read the tags or the warnings?”

“Who said I didn’t like them? They were intriguing and playful. Some were just downright wicked.” Loki’s smile grew. “I quite like this one author I discovered, who writes about me.” Loki quickly tapped your head with his mitt. You gave him a surprised look and narrowed your eyes.

“Looking up stories about yourself? You’re so vain.” You teased.

“Oh, I didn’t look this up, my dear. It just showed up on my homepage. And imagine to my surprise when it was written about me. Naturally, I was curious. So, I read it. The detail and the imagery were very well put together.” He followed you with his eyes. He noted your quickened heartbeat, your flushed cheeks, and your uneven breathing.

“So what do you go there for if not to read about yourself?” you asked trying to distract him. You launched into a front jab.

“I was reading stories about you,” he confessed. His words rang in your head causing you to misstep. It registered too late and your frontal attack wavered at his declaration making you miss your target and stumble.

Loki caught you before you hit the mat. “Darling are you alright?” he turned you over to face him. His arms wrapped around your body securely. “Or maybe I should call you anonymousavenger48? I mean that is your name on the website, is it not?” His voice was low and deep. It tickled in your ear making you shiver and close your eyes.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said flustered. His face was mere inches from yours. You could see his eyes dancing with mischief.

“That’s too bad. I guess I was wrong in my assumption.”

“You were reading stories about me?”

“Yes. I especially like the ones where they imagine us together. Such depravity.” Loki whispered. His breath fanned your face. You could almost feel his lips touch yours. “I have imagined us countless times using those stories.” His grip on you got tighter. His voice got deeper.

“You have?” you said barely audible.

“Mhmm.” Then Loki stood and righted you up. “Oh, well. I mean, I told myself that there was no way you would ever feel that way about me. And I guess I was right. But you know I had to see. I had to try.” Loki gave you a pat on the arm and strode out of the ring. “Thank you for the spar, darling.” He yelled out.

He left you wet and thirsty in the middle of the ring. You took off your gloves and threw them onto the mat, anger and spite rising within you. “So that’s how you want to fight? Then let’s fight.” You whispered to yourself.

Loki had to get out of there quickly. It took all his strength to not ravage you there on the floor and reenact some of the more decadent stories that plagued his mind. Your innocent eyes looking up at him. Your dark cherry lips inviting him closer. Gahh, I need to remedy this, quickly, he thought as he sought the privacy of his chambers.

The next couple of nights were some of the most excruciating and lust-filled nights either of you ever had. Your little bout in the gym had fueled countless stories for you to write about.

Endless notifications from your followers thanking you or sincerely wondering if you’re getting enough sleep from all the stories you seem to be writing and putting out.

In truth, you had a bunch of works cached on your laptop. You wrote whenever you had the time or were inspired to and just kept them stored in hopes to release them sporadically every few days.

But when Loki played you, you felt an undeniable urge to make him pay. Make him crave after you as desperately as he had left you. You thought of the sexiest most deprived things you’d ever wanted him to do to you and just typed it out on the screen.

If he was reading this, then let him squirm a little bit. Let him stew in that lust-filled haze and then you’d innocently come up to him and flirt to high-heavens thinking he wouldn’t do anything about it.

That was your first mistake. Thinking that you could go head-to-head with the god of mischief. Days and nights happen and not a single word from him. Not a whimper, a nod. Not even a secret glance was thrown your way. You were on the verge of giving up. You were only making yourself more desperate. Your promiscuous attempts at flirtation were only met with excuses and hasty retreats back into his own private quarters.

The second mistake was thinking he wouldn’t retaliate and do anything about it. The moment you had given up, the moment you thought it was safe, he attacked you with full force.

You were typing a field report on your laptop in the conference room. You didn’t notice him marching outside the glass windows of the room. Only when he slammed the door closed did you look up from your screen.

“Writing another one of your stories to torture me with?” Loki said pointing to you. You narrowed your eyes at him and were confused. The field report was hardly anything to be angry about…OH SHIT! Your eyes widened in alarm. “I know you’re the one writing those fictitious stories pet. Don’t deny it this time.”

“Okay then. I won’t” You said smugly. You stood up, leaning over the desk, resting your hands on the cool wood, challenging him. He turned on the switch for the electronic smart glass, making the glass panes of the conference room opaque and cloudy.

Loki circled you. One by one the window panes turned murky, following his footsteps. Each turn, each step, heightened the growing fear and excitement inside you.

You unconsciously backed yourself towards the exit, reaching for the knob. But Loki got to you quicker. He reached behind you and turned the lock, inexplicably trapping you inside with him.

“So you confess? That it was you who wrote those deviant words I’ve been reading every night?”

“Every night?” You whispered in shock. Loki had trapped you between him and the door. The coolness of the glass seeps through the fabric of your shirt. His knee separated your thighs as he intruded in your personal space.

“Do you really think that I would let you get away with it? That I don’t know what you were up to?”

“And what is it that I’m up to?” You let out moans as he continued to rub his muscular thighs against your aching clit. You turned your head, biting your lip.

“So responsive.” He said appreciatively as he ran his nose up your neck to nibble at the shell of your ear. You let out a whimper as he smiled into you diabolically. “Last chance to stop me, kitten.”

You didn’t want him to stop. You had wanted him from the moment you laid eyes on him. It’s what prompted you to start writing your stories. To put your dirty imaginations on paper. You grabbed his hard cock through the leathers of his pants and ran your hands up and down his bulging prick as your answer. He whimpered at the contact, then growled.

He turned you around quickly. Your back to his chest, and he pushed you up against the door. “This is for me. Do you understand, darling? This will be your punishment for making me obsess over you every night.” He nipped at your ear. When you had said nothing but whimpered, he tugged your hair back lightly. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you moaned. He tugged again. “Yes, sir.” You corrected.

“Good girl.” He reached in front of you and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them down quickly, along with your panties, as he worked on untying his own trousers.

He propped your delicious ass up slightly to give him better access and was pleasantly surprised that you were already dripping and waiting for him to enter.

“You’ve been waiting for me haven’t you?”

“Yes sir”

“How badly do you want my cock inside you.”

“Desperately, sir.” You whimpered. And without warning, Loki thrust inside your tight heat, making you both moan out loud.

He started bucking into you. Not waiting for you to adjust. Each hard thrust was angry and passionate. He pushed you further against the door, your back sliding flushed against his chest, hoping that no one passed by. Even with the smart glass on, people would still be able to see the outline of your body being pounded from behind.

“Loki…” you wept. “I’m cumming.” He wrapped his hand around your mouth and stuck two of his fingers inside your lips.

“Don’t you dare!” he said panting in your ear. “This is for me, remember kitten. Be a good girl and hold it. Now, suck!” he commanded. “Keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you? All hot and pathetic for my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at his salacious words. You sucked on his two fingers and ran your tongue in between them.

Loki felt you tighten around him. He rutted into you quickly and severely. He couldn’t help it anymore.

He lost all control when he saw you on your laptop here in the conference room. You were typing away, no doubt, imagining more lewd thoughts about how he would take you. 

He had to have you. He needed to feel you around his cock. Wrapping him, squeezing him, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Oh, fuck! Kitten, you feel so good.” He looked down and watched as his thick cock re-entered your glistening folds. “Unh…”

“Loki, please.” You begged around his fingers.

“No!” he said forcefully. “Be a good girl now and I promise I’ll make you scream my name over and over again tonight,” he vowed. You continued to suck on his fingers, trying to distract yourself from the growing sensation on your clenched pussy.

He moaned in your ear. He grunted and praised. The echo of his undoing rang in your ears. And you swore you would never forget the sound. The sound of him finding his release inside you. His pleasure.

When he grew still, he took his fingers out of your mouth, and you sucked on them slowly, biting the pads as they passed your teeth.

He dismounted you quickly, placing his forehead on the crook of your shoulder. “You’re amazing, darling. Thank you.” He said as he kissed your neck. You tried rubbing your legs together, creating friction in between your thighs.

Loki spanked you, a sharp slap that reverberated across the room. He bent down to pick up your panties and jeans then placed them up over your now-red ass. “Good girls do as they’re told. Don’t come until I tell you to.” He reached around to your front and buttoned you up securely in your jeans.

“Yes, sir.” You said meekly, out of breath, as you watched him stuff himself back inside his trousers.

He unlocked the door and opened it. Before he left, he gave you a devastating kiss on your lips. “Tonight, after our private dinner, I was thinking we could reenact one of my favorite stories of yours. Would you like that kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said placing a stray hair of yours behind your ear. Then he left, switching the smart glass off. You felt exposed as the windows cleared up giving you a full view of the common room outside.

You took deep, slow breaths as you tried to center yourself and process what just happened. You quickly went to your laptop, shutting down the field report to start writing a new story.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Of Pianos and Mischief

AN: You know when you have an idea for a fic, and then that idea grows, and then you think “I could link this to a story I wrote last year”? Well, that!

This can be read as a follow-up to the story I wrote for BBB 2022 - Polyamory

Beta’d by BritBrit99

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Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo Fills - 

@buckybarnesbingo K4 - Playing an instrument

@stuckybingo I2 - Loki

@steverogersbingo C4 - Loki

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Summary: Just a normal day for Sam and his two super soldier boyfriends, sketching, reading and wondering how the hell Bucky has managed to smuggle a piano into his room….

Relationship: Steve x Bucky x Sam

Word count: 1.7k

CW: Sam Wilson PoV, Domestic fluff, boys in love, Bucky Barnes recovering, Protective Steve, Protective Sam, Snarky Loki.

Sam had known that when he decided to follow his heart and accept the love of not one, but two, centenarian supersoldiers, that he wasn’t picking the easy path. But when had he ever picked ‘easy’? Every day was a challenge of some description and today was no exception. He should have known that something was coming when it started off so calmly.

Bucky had gone out to the shops this morning, coming home with a secret bag of ‘who knows what’ and was now ensconced  in his room, apparently working on a ‘special project’. Sam and Steve knew by now to just let him be - he’d tell them when he was ready. However, it had been while they were waiting in the living room, Steve randomly sketching and doodling at one end of the sofa and Sam trying to make his way through The Hobbit on Bucky’s recommendation at the other, feet tangled together, that they heard a sound that just cemented in Sam’s mind that his life would never be straight forward.

A piano. 

They could hear a piano being played in Bucky’s room. Steve’s eyes had lit up, obviously recognising the melody that was being played rustily from behind the closed door, but Sam’s first thought had just been ‘How the hell did Bucky sneak a piano into the apartment?’

“What the hell? Did you know about this Steve?” Sam turned on the sofa to look at Steve, but his blonde boyfriend now had his eyes closed, his right hand moving in time to the music, still clutching a charcoal pencil.

“He’s playing ‘Night and Day’,” Steve replied, dreamily. “He used to play this when we went down Farrell’s on the corner of 16th and 9th. The girls would hang around him, trying to get him to notice them, and if he was lucky, some of the old timers would toss a nickel in his hat. I don’t think I’ve heard him play since he shipped out.”

Sam rolled his eyes. Steve was always so sappy, which was normally endearing, but not in this instance where there were questions to be answered.

“And I’m all for it, really, but how did the piano get in our apartment? I’m guessing you didn’t help him and I sure as hell didn’t.”

At Sam’s words, Steve’s face took on a quizzical expression and, to be honest, it was pretty cute. 

“I mean, he could probably carry one in here on his own,” Steve suggested, but it was clear he didn’t really believe what he was saying, even if it was possible.

“Yeah, but without either of us noticing?” Sam countered.

“Maybe Thor helped him?” Steve offered, even less convincingly.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, putting his book down and shifting so he could straddle Steve’s legs and cup his jaw.

“Steve, the situation is weird and you know it.” He dropped a kiss to Steve pink, pouty lips. “Now, I’m gonna go find out what’s going on.”

He straightened and climbed off Steve’s lap. He made it two steps across the room before Steve called after him.

“Sam, wait…” Steve practically stumbled to his feet, his sketchpad and charcoal tumbling to the floor as he did so. He reached out and snagged Sam’s hand. “You know Bucky doesn’t like to be disturbed. We promised to respect that.”

Sam looked at Steve’s earnest face then at Bucky’s door and back again, and his shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. “You’re right, but you know how much I hate mysteries.”

Suddenly a voice came from behind them.

“It’s not that mysterious, my dear New Cap.”

The two men whirled around to find a pair of blue-green eyes twinkling at them, mischievously.

Steve scowled and took a protective step forwards, fists clenched at his sides.

“Loki!”

The God of Mischief was perched atop the sideboard, legs crossed with the one underneath swinging jauntily.

“Now, now, Captain - sorry. Nomad - don’t get your star-spangled panties in a wad. I’m just here to help.”

Steve let out a low noise, which to Sam’s ear sounded like a growl. It was both surprising and sexy in equal measure.

Loki hopped down, uncaring of Steve’s posturing and took a relaxed seat on the couch.

“I know! It still comes as a surprise to me on occasion. But I will admit to having been very intrigued when the good Sargent’s missive reached me in New Asgard, asking for some assistance. I needed to see for myself the man that had caused you and Stark to fall out. I must say I wasn’t disappointed.”

“You leave Bucky alone, Loki, or so help me…” Steve took another step forward but halted and trailed off when Loki raised his hand.

“I assure you, I have no designs on ‘your Bucky’. My tastes run more to blondes who are even older than you are.”

Sam stepped around Steve, hoping to keep him from launching himself at the smirking demi-god.

“What did Bucky actually ask you to help with?”

Loki turned his head to take Sam in with an appraising look. “Finally, someone who asks the real questions. But then I’m guessing that you don’t have any ridiculous serum making you all addle-pated. You don’t seem so pompously righteous either.”

“You still don’t want to underestimate me though,” Sam quipped back, easily understanding how the others found Loki insufferable.

Loki looked at Sam, opening his mouth as if to make a retort, but then seemed to think better of it.

“Well, anyway,” he said instead, “He wanted help acquiring and secretly installing a Midgardian piano, and then adding magical sound-proofing to his room, so he could practise without either of you knowing. And as a former brainwashing victim myself, I have to admit I was very intrigued to see how he was readjusting. I can see that all it took was the love of two good men, a global pardon and a stint in Africa.”

Steve’s shoulders lost some of their tension at Loki’s explanation, but he was still far from relaxed. “So, let me get this straight - you used your magical abilities to conjure Bucky a piano?”

“My,” Loki drawled, “you really are more intelligent than you seem.”

“And you’re more of an asshole than you seem,” said Sam. “But if you also sound-proofed his room, why can we hear him playing?”

Loki smiled a toothy grin. “Well, I wouldn’t be the God of Mischief if I didn’t do the unexpected every now and again, would I?” With that he stood, brushing imaginary specks of dust from his clothes. “Anyway, it was very nice chatting with you both, but I must be going. Things to do, you know how it is.” Then, with a wave of his hand and a green flash, he disappeared.

Sam and Steve looked at each other in disbelief, still trying to work out what exactly had just happened, when Bucky’s door opened and he came strolling out. The other pair jumped in surprise and Bucky raised his brow.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Why does Stevie look as though he’s squaring up for a fight?”

Steve looked down at his hands that were still curled into fists and unclenched them.

“I was… just… um… walking through a defensive move with Sam. Wasn’t I?” Steve looked at Sam, his blue eyes imploring. 

“Yeah, something like that,” Sam confirmed.

Bucky obviously wasn’t convinced. “Mmm-hmm? You two keep your secrets then. I won’t be offended.” He let out a mock sniff as he made his way over to the sofa, sat down, and then noticed the book on the coffee table. “Hey, Sam, you’re actually reading it. What do you think so far?”

Sam flashed Steve a look of relief that Bucky was now distracted by one of his favourite topics and went to join Bucky on the couch, curling up tight next to him. “It’s great, Buck. But you know what would be even better?”

“What, dollface?”

“If you read it to us. You agree, don’t you Steve?”

Steve smiled broadly at them both, before crossing the carpet and wedging himself down between Bucky and the opposite arm of the sofa, pulling Bucky to half lie with his back against Steve’s chest.

“Sure I do. You’ll read us a chapter, won’t you, baby?”

Bucky smiled at each of his boyfriends in turn. “Anything for you two. But afterwards you gotta tell me what was going on before I came out.”

“Only if,” Steve countered, “you tell us what you were up to in your room.”

“Deal,” said Bucky, and dropped a kiss on Steve’s lips before turning back to Sam and dropping one on his too.  “So, chapter five. Riddles in the Dark. When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if he had; for it was just as dark as with them shut.”

Sam let himself relax against Bucky’s side, resting his head on his shoulder, and listened to his deep voice rumble through him. Steve’s arm rested along the back of the sofa, and the tips of his fingers, which could just about reach Sam’s head, traced lazy patterns in his short hair.

Life might not be easy and constantly filled with the unexpected, but thinking on everything else he had, Sam decided he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 14: Hair Pulling(Love My Way)

warnings/kinks: dubious consent, slight somnophilia, vaginal fingering, hair pulling, reader is placed under light genjutsu, smuttiness pairings: Obito Uchiha/Tobi x Fem!Reader word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

You were just meant to be his teammate in the Akatsuki, but Obito found himself becoming so attached to you. From day one, he knew you would possess his every waking thought. He couldn’t find the excuses to pull himself away from you. And as time went on, you became closer to the man you thought was named Tobi. Though he was strange to the others, you found him so endearing. Obito has been filled with lots of conflicting emotions and he realizes he needs to act on them.

One night, he enters your room after you’ve gone to bed. The two of you have just returned from a long mission, and you were completely exhausted when you got back to the Akatsuki hideout. Obito left you to sleep for a bit, but he decided tonight would be the perfect night to see how you might react to his emotions. He slips into the darkness of your room and he moves closer to the bed.

You stir softly, but don’t wake up just yet. Obito is pleased with this. He wants to take his time to admire you. You are truly so beautiful to him. He knows that you might not want to be with someone so ugly as him, but maybe you don’t really have a choice. He settles on the bed beside you, and he gasps softly when he realizes you aren’t wearing anything under the covers. He takes off his gloves and slowly begins caressing your soft skin.

Your eyes flutter open, “T-Tobi?” 

He smirks, “Shhh…it’s okay.”

You whine gently as he slides the covers off of you. You are naked like he suspected, leading you to sleepily try to cover yourself. You’re desperate to keep your dignity intact, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely adore Tobi. He was becoming the person you could truly count on for anything, and this had developed into a very serious crush on the strange man. 

“Don’t hide from me,” He mumbles softly in the dark. “I want to see you.”

When you don’t remove your arms from his view, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He pries your arms off of you, You squeak at the sudden cool air blowing on your naked body.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” You watch as he begins to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.

“What are you doing, Tobi?”

With an annoyed groan, Obito puts you under a light genjutsu. Everything feels a little more intense for you right now. Then he slowly pulls off his mask. You gasp at the sight of him. Though he is scarred, he is beautiful. The moonlight coming in through your window shows off his beautiful features to you. You are even more enamored with Tobi now than before.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Obito grunts. He pulls you in closer to him by your hair, making sure not to tug too hard just yet.

You let out a breathy moan, “I have too.”

You two meet in an explosive kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you can taste sake and something sweet coming from him. His hands soothe down your body, taking in the smoothness of your skin. He could easily become addicted to this. He could find himself doing nothing but fucking you all day and night if he’s not careful.

It doesn’t take him long to grab you by the back of your neck, and to maneuver you into a position where you’re on your hands and knees. He grunts when he sees your pretty ass in the air. He spanks you once, gauging your reaction to pain. He is very pleased when he hears you moaning.

“You are such a little slut, aren’t you?”

You whine, “N-no!”

He laughs, spanking you again. Then again and again, making your pretty skin all pink and heated. He loves hearing you moan like this. It’s music to his ears. He knows he’ll have you compliant, and if not, he can send you further into this genjutsu if he needs to.

“Fuck, you are so wet.” He grunts as his fingers slip into you. You let out a moan as he curls them against your sweet spot.

“You make me so wet, Tobi.”

He loves the sound of you like this. It’s so much better than he would have imagined. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you quickly, and it makes such a sweet squelching sound. His cock throbs as he feels your walls clenching around his fingers.

“So close already, hm?” Obito asks, and when you don’t answer, he tugs on your hair so you’ll pay attention to him.

“Yes! Yes!” You whine, and he spanks your ass again.

“I expect an answer anytime I ask you something.”

That would be the only warning you got on the matter. And you’ll do well to listen to this order. You don’t want to disappoint him at all. He is your senpai after all. Tobi was the one to show you the ropes, and now he was going to fuck you in any way he wants to.

He strips himself of his clothing, knowing he will perform a memory swiping jutsu on you after this. He can continue to use that on you until he is sure he can trust you fully. Then he settles between your thighs and he spreads your ass. He grunts as he sees your pretty little slick all soaked for him.

Your breath is knocked from you as he slams into you suddenly. He grips onto your pretty tresses and he tugs harshly. You can only let out pitiful moans and whimpers as Obito continues to pound you. His fingers tangled in your hair and tugging at the root just adds to all these new sensations. You’ve never been fucked like this before.

“Gonna fuck you every night,” Obito chuckles darkly. “Only you’ll never know about it.”

You can’t even begin to comprehend what he means, but maybe you don’t want to.

All you can seem to focus on is the steady pat-pat-pat of his pelvis slapping against your ass, and the way his cock seems to be so damn deep inside of you. It’s leaving you a breathless and moaning mess, which only serves to turn him on even more.

If this continues, he is surely going to fall in love with you…

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[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 21: Moving Forward

Summary: The community helps an Æsir family move to their new home.

Word Count: 1,606

Author's Note: I hope everyone has a great week. :)

Masterlist

Today was a moving day. These were becoming more frequent as refurbishments and construction were completed in New Asgard and the citizens were gradually moved into their permanent residences. Moving days always brought Loki a small sense of pride. He had worked closely on the problem of housing the Æsir, determining where to put everyone and how to shift them from one place to another as New Asgard grew. Finding the most efficient use of space, both temporarily and in the long term. Things were working out quite well so far and when a move was made everyone was always grateful for a little more room to breathe.

Today they were moving Sven Leifson and his family out of a space that had originally been used as a shop and into a refurbished house down the street. In addition to the family moving into a proper living space, Elof, the tailor living upstairs with his wife, was gaining access to the shop floor downstairs. There were high spirits all around.

Elof had come by the market this weekend where he struck up a conversation with you. He mentioned the move so naturally you had arrived and insisted on helping. "Frail mortal, come to assist gods?" Loki ribbed with a smirk. "I'm worried about you doing all this manual labor. What if you chip a royal nail?" You quipped back. That earned a hearty laugh from the Valkyrie.

Despite Loki's mockery, you weren't the only human here today. It seems a few others had become acquainted with either Sven or the tailor and had come to lend a hand. He took a moment to admire the mix of Asgardians and humans in the crowd today. If for only this instant it felt like the communities were truly melded, bent to one purpose. You pushed past him, making a comment about his work ethic, and he had no choice but to follow you inside with his own biting remark about how your strength was sure to fail. Ash remained outside, entertaining the human and Æsir children alike. Or perhaps they were entertaining him.

Loki was packing a box in the kitchen when he came across a ceramic mixing bowl in a familiar style. He turned it over and unsurprisingly found the bottom was stamped with the silhouette of a tern. On more than one occasion during these moving days he had encountered dishes or vases marked with your stamp. He wondered how many Æsir you had endeared yourself to. He wondered if you told them all the same story.

"You're trying too hard." You said to him as you carried a box outside. Loki was following behind. He had made a point of carrying twice as many boxes as you at any given time. "On the contrary, I'm hardly trying at all." You laughed and shook your head at him as you stowed the box in the truck.

He found space for his boxes then turned to you as you leaned against the truck to take a break. Loki noticed that despite the temperature your sleeves were pushed up to your elbows, likely from the exertion. "You look a bit flushed. Perhaps you shouldn't try to keep up with gods." You rolled your eyes. "Or is it that my feats of strength are flustering you?" You shot him a warning look. "Loki...." He smirked. "I only ask because I've been known to have that effect on you." "Hey! We had a deal!" He tilted his head. "Did we have a deal? You and I?" Your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he meant. "We traded dinner for never bringing it up again." "That doesn't sound like a deal I would make." He looked at you sidelong. "My brother, on the other hand, regularly makes poor trades such as that." You stared at him a moment in thought, then your eyes widened as it dawned on you. "You swindler." He feigned innocence. "Me? Swindle? I'm wounded. All I did was stand by while you bargained with Thor." You simply crossed your arms and scowled. He chuckled and leaned against the truck. "I found some of your handiwork in the kitchen." "Yeah, Sven needed a mixing bowl." "So he purchased one from you?" You smiled a wry smile. "Wouldn't you know it, I had accidentally overproduced bowls that week." He tutted. "You're such a deceitful creature." "That's rich coming from you." "Are you still on that? You deceived yourself, darling, I was merely present." You scoffed and pushed off the truck, returning to work.

**

With the number of people present, the work was completed fairly quickly. Most of the group was continuing on to assist with the unpacking at the new house, but you and the brothers and a few others were hanging back to help Elof move some items into the shop.

Valkyrie left to fetch something for dinner. You and the brothers were milling around outside when a car parked on the street. Loki immediately recognized the occupants. Khadija stepped out and began gathering parcels of fabrics from the trunk. Hani also emerged, and when she saw you and the gods she immediately sprinted over, grinning.

"Miss Terna! Mr. Loki! We're making a delivery!" She seemed very proud of this accomplishment. "Oh, that's great! Well done." You responded. "Hani, this is Thor, Loki's brother." "Ah, so this is Hani." Thor shook the girls hand. "I've heard much about you." The girl set her big brown eyes on the god. "Can you do magic too?" "No, not quite like Loki. But I am the God of Thunder." She frowned. "I'm afraid of thunder." "Oh, well, you have nothing to fear of me, I assure you." He faltered, grasping for something else. "I also have an axe, which I can summon to my hand." She didn't look terribly impressed. "Mr. Loki can do fireworks. And he made me a flower." Loki's expression was insufferably smug. Thor sighed, looking put-out. "Yes, my brother's magics are very impressive." One of the other children pulled Hani away into their game. You had a hand pressed to your mouth, stifling your laughter. Loki gave Thor an arrogant smile. "How does it feel? Being second-favorite?" "You had a head-start." Thor said dejectedly. He suddenly looked up and snapped his fingers. "I can fly! I should have told her I can fly." He looked toward Hani but she was already fully immersed in play. Loki patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make an impression on the child next time."

Khadija was making her way with her cart, loaded with bolts of her dyed fabric. You smiled and walked forward to greet your friend. Elof stepped outside with his arms spread wide. "Lady Khadija! You are just in time." He shook her hand and turned to Thor. "Thor, have you met Khadija? She makes such wonderful patterns. I knew immediately we must have a partnership!" Khadija smiled as she shook Thor's hand. "Likewise, I have seen Mr. Elof's craft. I know that he will honor my fabrics with his fine work."

The group at hand helped to unload Khadija's wares into the shop. Elof gave an enthusiastic tour of the storefront and workspace, espousing his vision for the future. Here would be a fitting room, here the window display, this space for cutting new designs. This was a man who could not wait to get back to his craft. It was heartening to see an Æsir so optimistic about what was to come.

All the work that could be done today had now been done. Elof thanked everyone graciously and his wife came downstairs to see everyone off. She shook each person's hand in turn. "Thank you, thank you. I am so grateful I can now send him downstairs to busy himself. He has been driving me mad, cooped up!" Elof laughed good-naturedly with the rest of you.

Thor invited Khadija to dinner, but her husband already had something waiting for them at home. She and Hani left, and you walked with the brothers to their humble abode, with Ash trailing behind. Valkyrie was already in the kitchen with pizza.

Everyone ate their fill. Thor brought out Stormbreaker and was inspecting it, hefting it experimentally. He mentioned he was considering bringing it to the market to show Hani. You shared a quiet chuckle with Loki.

Valkyrie was leaning forward in her seat, a hand on either side of Ash's salt-and-pepper face. She looked to you. "How old is Ash?" "Almost eleven. He's an old man." You smiled at the dog. "I'm surprised he's not asleep, he spent so much energy with those kids today." "Aww. Am I keeping you awake?" Valkyrie spoke in lilted tones to the dog as she scratched his neck. He did not answer.

Conversation shifted to how well the day had gone, and how well the development of New Asgard was progressing. Thor grabbed Loki by the shoulder. "You should be proud, brother. Much of this is your doing." Loki waved him off. "Hardly. I merely made a few arrangements. The people are doing all the work." "Hey, a good plan goes a long way." You interjected. "Well said." Thor nodded. "Things likely wouldn't be moving so smoothly if not for your strategy." He grinned. "Finally we found a useful purpose for that scheming mind of yours." Loki rolled his eyes. "We are turning a corner, I can feel it." Thor looked content as he sat back in his chair. "The future before us is bright."

For the first time in quite some time, Loki felt the same.

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Ten

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, making out angst, swearing, towards reader: non consensual touching (not sexual in nature but still non consensual is non consensual), physical abuse, degrading language, non consensual photography. heavy chapter if these themes bother you please do not read the chapter, alexander pierce is a shit head or worse, brock rumlow too, i have demarcated the areas where the non consensual touching begins and ends.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Nine|| Chapter Eleven

HEADLINES:

Alexander Pierce Visits Dolores In Rehab Centre.

Natasha Romanoff Hopeful To Find The Next Doll, Maria Hill Joins Search For Auditions to Re-Open.

Author Y/N Spotted First Time Amid Break-up Rumours With Steve Rogers, Fans Attack Her Social Media.

Steve Rogers Jets Off To Europe. Top Ten Places To Visit To Get Over Break-Up Blues.

British GQ Announces Cover Star Bucky Barnes, Shoot To Take Place This Month.

Hydrangeas Publishing and SHEILD Productions Still In A War Over Buy-out, Authors Suffer As Work Is Pushed Back But Deadlines Aren’t Eased.

On-lookers Say Loki and Ace Spotted Getting Closer. Enemies To Lovers Or Just A Fling?

Bucky wonders if he’s dreaming, he really does as his hands run over your head along your back as you burrow closer. Your breathing soothed, sleepily seeking more of his warmth as laughter rumbles at your adorable behaviour. 

“What’s so funny?” You question, muffled by his shirt. 

“Not funny, endearing.” He corrects, you raise your head, chin resting on his sternum looking up at him. 

“You’re thinking.” You muse, narrowing your eyes. 

“Observant.” He chuckles, crinkles by his eyes appearing. 

“Tell me?” You try to sit up, his hold tightens, “James,” you giggle, his left palm cups your cheek, the cooler thumb brushing over your cheekbone. 

“I’m thinking, is this what Rhys felt, when he saw his Doll in reality? When he finally felt her against his body? Did he ask himself over and over, is this a dream? Is this a dream?” He watches you absorbing his words, blue eyes searching your own. 

You press a soft kiss to his palm, his eyelids flutter closed, you place a kiss to his wrist. Bucky’s breath hitches. 

You kiss the inside of his forearm, the way you can manage with his right arm still caging you in, when you reach the crease of his elbow, you look up at him. His gaze trained upon you. 

“Doll reminded Rhys, that this is their reality, every-time either one of them questioned if they are still in a dream the other showed them, with each touch, with each syllable of love, with each kiss. That this is their reality.” You watch as his eyes turn glassy. 

“And how do we remind each other?” His voice a soft whisper, “In the chaos of this life I lead, of these flashes and spotlights that surround you and I?” 

“Those bright flashes, that spotlight that shines upon you, the shuttering chaos that waits for your brand new, when you just hold my hand and then my fingers intertwine, we’re just two silhouettes in the spotlight, together we’ll remind, that those bright lights that illuminate, only make me see you more clearly.” You tell him.

“We’re two silhouettes in the spotlight, they don’t see you like I do, they don’t know how easily I’ve given my heart to you.” Bucky admits, you turn misty eyed. He chuckles, wiping the stray tear. 

“Might be coming for your job, Feather.” He jokes you give him a watery grin. 

Then hide away into his chest again. Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. 

Your thumb brushes over the material of his shirt. Contemplating sharing your other book idea since you feel no urge to write the one you’re currently supposed to publish. 

That draft lay abandoned since weeks. 

“Whats on your pretty mind?” Bucky coaxes you out of your reverie. 

“Well I had another idea for a book…” You begin, he frowns as your body tenses. 

“Feather, why are you nervous?” He questions. 

“I’m scared about the idea and how it will be received.” You admit. 

“Well tell me, I want to know.” He urges, “You know I love the stories you’ve shared. Biggest fan right here even though I was terribly late to the fandom.” He clicks his tongue and the lil scrunched up face he makes has you giggle. 

“Well it’s about, this twenty six year old and a forty year old…” you watch him. 

“Quite the age gap but nothing to bat an eye too much at you know?” Bucky shrugs, “Are they in love?”

“Well, he’s her father’s best friend… the dad and he met when—,”

Incessant ringing has you pause, Bucky looks towards the table where your phone is the number is unknown,

“Why does he not understand I don’t want to talk to him?” You grumble. 

“You think it’s Steve?” Bucky reaches for the device. 

“I know it’s him.” You huff, he answers the call still, putting it on speaker phone. 

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice greets you, “Please talk to me.” His words are slurred, “Did you send me to voicemail again? Fuck.” Clanging of bottles and a shatter occurs. 

Bucky worries and you look up at him, “Steve?” 

There is a hiss, “Why won’t you talk to me? Am I that bad?” 

“Steve are you alright? Where are you?” You question. 

“Why don’t I dislike you? Why are you in every goddamn thought of mine? Was the fucking same when Bucky and I had our fall out. Is he with you?” There is a sniffle. 

“Steve, please tell me where are you?” You plead, you don’t want him hurting himself. 

“Steve,” Bucky’s own throat is tight with emotion. 

“Bucky?” Steve whispers, “I’m a horrible friend aren't I? Parading around your details and having a thing for your girl.” Steve gives a humourless laugh. 

“Steve are you at home?” Bucky questions, “Just tell us we’ll come get you.”

“You’d bring her? I want to apologise for being a shit, a shit head.” Steve drawls voice thickening. 

“She call you that? First meeting grumbled it under her breath but I heard it.” Steve chuckles. 

“She called me a knob head once.” Bucky adds, you glare at him. 

“I don’t think this is the time to discuss—,” 

“I see her in my dreams you know? Picked up her book, the one with the guy who lets her get away and then returns years later as her bodyguard?” 

“Steve I think you’re muddling all the books.” You look at the phone in concern, Bucky prompts you to ask Steve again. 

“Steve? Where would we be if I came in your dreams right this minute?” You wonder if the tactic will work. Bucky hands you your jacket while grabbing his own. 

“We’d be in my penthouse, you’d like the view from here, city lights and limitless sky.” He chuckles, then sighs as if he just took another sip. 

“I know where it is.” Bucky takes your hand as the two of you head to the stairwell to not lose the connection of the call. 

“That sounds nice.” You say, “Steve you have to talk to me, I need to know that you’re okay.”

“Just palm hurts, sliced it on glass, s’nothing.” He dismisses your sound of concern. 

“Can I ask you something?” He wonders, sounding childlike, hopeful. 

You and Bucky settle into his other car. The one he uses to remain undetected. 

“You can, go on.” You prompt, Bucky intertwines your hands over the console. 

“Why didn’t you and your mom leave him? Why did the two of you suffer? I’m asking because it took a long time for me too. I stayed cause I thought I could protect Mum by taking the hits for her.” He sniffles, your heart breaks for him. 

“You know what she did? She would purposefully call me in, so she could be saved. She threw me under the bus. Your mum isn’t like that, she shielded you.” His voice cracks, Bucky squeezes your hand. 

“I-I don’t know Steve, I never had the resources before and when I got them I knew I needed more and mom needed me.” You admit, “I wish I could have left with her earlier.” 

Bucky’s jaw tightens it pains him to hear your say this, you spilled everything over the course of time from your mutual confession. 

“Do you miss him? I miss mine, the good parts when I was younger.” Steve admits, you hear liquid sloshing. 

“Steve, you gotta stop drinking man.” Bucky tells him, worry lacing his voice. 

“I can handle it, your the one who can’t handle lick, lick-kurrrr.” Steve laughs, Bucky shakes his head. 

“Yeah I’m a total lightweight.” He admits. 

“Yeah you are, punk.” Steve agrees. 

“You’re the punk.” Bucky reiterates. 

A moment of silence settles over them, you can hear the breathing on the end of the line. Bucky’s grip tightens on the wheel and your hand. 

“I miss you, Buck.” Steve admits. 

“I miss you, Stevie.” Bucky says, without hesitation. 

You watch him, he swallows. You squeeze his hand.  

Steve cuts the call just as the two of you enter the basement parking. Bucky guides you through the familiar path to the penthouse. 

Bucky reaches behind the succulent handing near the window next to the door, the key hidden under the fake plant. 

Bucky takes a deep inhale as you both enter the apartment. It’s dimly lit, the television casting a glow across the living room, the glass crunches underneath your shoe. Steve’s head snaps up. 

“Y/N?” He blinks several times, Bucky comes to stand behind you and Steve’s gaze shifts to him. 

“Bucky?” Steve places weight on his right palm, then winces. 

“Shit.” Steve looks at the cut as it drips across his forearm. 

“First Aid’s in the kitchen if he hasn’t moved it, get him to sit up on the couch?” Bucky requests and you both part. 

“Steve, you need to sit on the couch.” You move closer he only looks up at you. 

“Oh you’re here, m'eudail.” Steve reaches for your hand with his uninjured one.

“Steve I need you to sit up on the couch.” You tug on his hand. 

“M’eudail listen, I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He kneels then stands swaying you grab his arms to help steady him. Yet you sway with him. 

“Steve sit, I’ll listen please just sit.” You urge, you look away to see if Bucky’s on his way back. 

Steve grasps your chin, making you face him, “Steve,” 

His lips brushing against yours, “Please.” he pleads. Your hands raise to push at his chest. 

“Steve, I’m with James—,” his lips cut you off and then he’s flung back. Bucky’s fist connecting with his face. Steve doubles over, palm covering the injured area. He groans pressing himself into the couch. 

“James.” You grab his hand, Bucky turns to you, walking you to the edge of the room. 

His thumb runs over your lips, you look up at him. 

“Don’t defend him.” He warns you. 

“I’m not, are you okay?” You question.

“You better hope this doesn’t bruise.” Steve groans. 

“Get over it.” Bucky calls out, eyes not leaving yours, you look at his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” You look back up at him.

“You have nothing to apologise for, Feather.” He assures you. 

“That guy on the other hand, his list just increases.” Bucky sighs, pressing his forehead to yours, you close your eyes. 

Footsteps pad closer and then fade, you heard the sounds of Steve hurling. You wince. Bucky sighs. 

“Stay here.” He requests, and moves to one of the rooms shutting the door. 

You stand for a total of one minute before carrying the bottles into the kitchen, trying to find the broom to gather the glass before it hurts anyone else or Steve again. 

Bucky walks out as you’re sweeping the glass into the outer carton of a Whiskey bottle. 

“He’s okay, threw up given the consumption, the forearm gash isn’t too deep.” He explains, moving to the sliding closet and retrieves the dustpan. 

“You spent a lot of time here?” You as as he takes the broom from you. 

“Starting of our careers he and I, with our first big endorsement bought this place,”

“And then he sold his half to me after the accident but before things went downhill.” Steve walks in rubbing his bloodshot eyes, some how seeming soberer. 

He shuffles into the kitchen, Bucky and you finish putting the glass in the trash to find Steve sipping the coffee mug while staring at the bandage on his palm. 

“You both can leave.” He says, Bucky rolls his eyes, “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” 

“You still have all the stupid with you.” Bucky grumbles, you glance between them. 

“Bucky—,” Steve turns and his eyes shift to you. 

“I’m sorry about what I did. It was shitty and non consensual and me being drunk isn’t an excuse or a reason. I, I’m sorry.” He looks away and then back at you. 

“Steve, that was really crappy.” You swallow down the lump in your throat, “Just, don’t do this stupid thing about drinking yourself to oblivion.” 

He nods, taking a sip of the coffee. 

“How, how are you holding up?” He asks, Bucky looks at Steve, observing the bags under his eyes and the withered look. 

“I’m okay, given how things are I’m sure you heard.” You shrug. 

“I’m sorry about the thing with your mom’s facility, I just, I wanted to be able to, fuck, whatever my intensions were it was shitty of me.” He sets the glass in the sink, scowling at the empty bottles. 

“Don’t go down that path.” Bucky says knowingly. 

A haunted look crosses Steve’s features, “I already am upon it.” 

“No.” Bucky presses, he steps forward, Steve faces him.

“Just go Bucky. Take her with you, she’s better far away from me. You all are.” Steve procures another bottle.

“You’re going to keep drinking?” The words leave your lips.

“Sweetheart, just go home with your boyfriend.” Steve sneers.

You glare at Steve, he doesn’t look at your drinking straight from the bottle.

“Steve—,”

“I said leave, before I call the cops for trespassing.” He seethes cutting Bucky off.

Your phone and Bucky’s ring in tandem.

“Yelena?”

“Sam?”

“Did you use the back entrance?” Steve groans, the two of you answer the calls.

“Are you with Bucky At Steve’s?” Yelena’s voice is frantic.

“Yes?” You sound wary how did she know?

“Valentina has paps stationed outside, the security tipped her off about you.” 

“I haven’t even been here!” You almost yell, Bucky’s expression is hardened as well.

Steve’s stomach flops again, “Fucking Valentina.”

“Sam’s attempting to get rid of them.” Bucky informs, “He’s told us to lay low.” 

“Where here?” You ask.

“Where else sweetheart?” Steve scoffs.

“You know what you did was hurtful but this, bullshit facade of yours hurts more.” You sneer, Steve’s mouth twists into a grimace he stomps over to his room shutting the door.

Bucky sighs.

“I’ll call you back, there is something that needs taking care of,” Yelena cuts the line before you can say anything further.

When the two of you head to the living room, muffled shouting resounds from his bedroom. 

“Valentina I swear if you don’t remove those fucking paps I will terminate your contract.” Steve sounds extremely calm but his voice keeps growing in octaves.

“Oh please you know I have shit on you.” She warns, “I know the shit Alexander has on you.” 

“Are you threatening me? You know I’m your biggest client I drop you, you will go down as a nobody.” He warns.

“You’re too much of a chicken. Please what are you going to do?” Valentina scoffs. 

“You’re fired.” He states, cutting the call, dialling his legal team.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Rogers?” Matt Murdock chuckles.

“Matt, i’ve fired Valentina, I need a new person to fill her place and I want everything iron clad, she has a slippery tongue.” He warns.

“Understood, I’ll have everything done by the end of the day. You take care alright?” Matt requests, Steve closes his eyes.

“I will.” He affirms, closing his eyes he opens the notification tab, already tweets, messages and emails pouring in about the leaked video that cuts Bucky out and only has you move through the building lobby.

Outside Bucky winces at the articles pouring in painting you as the one who cannot let go. The fan’s opinions dwindling. Then Sam shares a link. It takes him to Steve’s page. 

Bucky’s eyes widen, he taps your arm handing you the device. You raise your head from your hands.

“ @.Steve_Rogers: it has come to light that security footage from my building has leaked and been fabricated to today’s date. I apologise for the privacy invasion this has caused Y/N Y/L/N, she has endured enough on my account with fabricated tales and speculative articles into the nature of our relationship. We are co-workers nothing beyond that, she has written a brilliant book, that has achieved great accolades, and now I and my co-stars and the crew of the movie have the chance to bring her vision to life. I apologise to the fans as well, I know how all of this looks and I know most of my relationships are out in the open before I or my partner have the opportunity to decide, which is also why I have cut ties with Valentina de Fontaine. Please understand that this is a time you should be respecting Y/N Y/L/N not parading her private moments of offering to help me bring Beckham to life and twist them into a cruel jab at a relationship. Yes the pictures leaked, yes we shared a friendship. I did stupid things to fuck it up instead of being authentic. She tolerated me way beyond what she should have. Nothing more to it. Now, if any of you know a great PR rep or manager please let me know, preferably someone who doesn’t give a shit about keeping me in the headlines and gets me to do authentic work I believe in, thank you. 

All of the love, S.R. ❤️”

You re-read, he disregarded everything, admitted it was false, you look up at him as he steps into the living room.

“Well you did say to find the real me.” He shrugs, Bucky shakes his head chuckling.

“You still aren’t forgiven.” You tell him.

“I know, I’ll earn it.” Steve smiles confident, “Want food while the paps clear?”

“I could do for a pizza.” Bucky pipes up, he’s satisfied seeing the bruise on Steve’s face.

“You know? Why not.” you agree. 

You stare at the email, three days later. Alexander finally booked the venue for the meeting. You log it into your calendar. Yelena places a bag of take out in front of you. She had been hiding something acting shifty. You had hoped to catch her off guard but one thing about Yelena, she is never letting her guard down.

“Eat, Y/N.” She gestures with her hand.

“yeah I, I had a question.” You begin, she looks up at you, nose scrunched.

“What is it?”

“Why are you being so fidgety?” You narrows your eyes as her jaw drops and she immediately launches into being defensive.

“I am not!” She scoffs, you press your lips into a thin line.

“I don’t buy it, what is on your mind.” You question opening the bag that contains Indian food, the aroma soothing your senses. 

“Then why are you so…,” You pause as she stares behind you. You turn, Steve waves from the doorway. 

His attention is drawn by another worker at BW. 

“Is this why you’ve been shifty?” You turn back.

“Yes.” She exhales. 

“You took him on thats okay, Yelena I know you’re going to treat him better than Valentina did, you don’t have to worry about my reaction. Him being here won’t have you divert your attention from my work.” You smile when she nods. 

“I didn’t know how to tell you, its just, there was so much going on at your end and well…” She just trails off, slumping back in her chair.

“I’m not handling him directly we’ve taken him on as a client.” She explains you nod while eating. 

“So Alexander has sent out the invites for the dinner.” You turn the laptop around for her to read. 

“The dates the same as Bucky flying out. Have you told him?” She looks at you with furrowed brows. 

You nod, “James is trying to alter the flight till after the dinner meeting thing is done, Sam’s on it as well. Right now it’s coinciding with him boarding the plane.” 

You recalled the tension that rolled off of Bucky’s body the minute you mentioned this meeting. He hadn’t told you much about his own interactions with Alexander but you knew there was a-lot more to it. You just hoped to where your mind wandered wasn’t true. It was easy to think of horrible things. 

You stared at the email again, it seemed daunting the only thing getting you by was that other authors would be there too. 

Sam’s phone clatters on the glass he glares at it. Bucky groans throwing his own phone at the couch, it bounces and lands on the carpet with a thud. 

They don’t need to affirm what they already know. The tickets and dates aren’t changing. 

“I have a bad feeling.” Bucky says, the entire meeting thing has left a deep gnawing and clawing feeling in his chest. He doesn’t want Alexander to have something to hold over your head. 

Given how Alexander behaved when Bucky broke his PR relationship contract. He had a sinking feeling that you were going to be used against him. When it didn’t happen he stupidly allowed himself to feel relief and then the email came in, the meeting was on the same day but after he was being flown out. 

“What is the next step? Slip a recording bug in her bag?” Sam questions, “Hire a bodyguard?” 

Bucky covers his face with his palms, “Isn’t Steve an old Hydrangeas author? Also Loki they reached out to Loki.” 

Bucky bolts towards his phone dialling Loki’s number. 

“Hey mate.” Loki greets, “How are you?” 

“Loki, hey,” Bucky wonders if this would work. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen with Y/N?” He sits up, “Are you okay?” 

“No, she’s okay, it’s, did you ever go through the deal with Hydrangeas? You know they reached out for you to come on as an author right?” His friend hums at the question. 

“They did but then the whole buy out thing happened so I never got on board, not that I would have, why?” Loki frowns, Bucky wasn’t seeming as himself. 

Bucky sighs, then begins to explain, Loki grows worried. 

“Wait did you say British GQ?” He confirms, “The just announced Steve as a special coverage too.” 

“What?” Bucky looks to Sam, “GQ Steve.” 

“On it.” 

“Look, I’m in New York send me the address and I’ll keep a watch okay? He doesn’t have shit on me that the world doesn’t already know.” Loki assures. 

“Thanks mate I’ll send the address to you. I’m sorry to drag you into this mess.” 

“Mate, Y/N is as much of a friend to me as I am to her, even without you two being together I would take care of her no questions asked.” Loki assures yet again. 

“Thank you.” Bucky’s voice is thick with emotion, he knows how hard it has been for you to form friendships as these, the way you cried to him with tears of joy when you realised how everyone was there for you came out in support of you. 

“You don’t know how much this means to her and me.” He adds. 

“Bucky, she means a lot to us as well. Now go, I’ll have everything sorted here.” Loki smiles as they bid each other good-bye. 

Bucky cuts the call Sam looks up at him, “Steve and you are on the same flight.” 

He presses his lips into a thin line. 

Something doesn’t feel right. 

There is a private entrance to the airport that  high profile individuals utilise to avoid being spotted as well as priority boarding after persons with different abilities. 

Bucky turns to you as Hayden places the car into park moving out to unload his bags. Giving the two of you another few moments to cherish. 

“You have the pepper spray?” He questions again. 

“I do,” you show him and tuck it into your purse again. 

He cups your cheek, the feeling in his stomach knots further. 

“James.” You look into his eyes, “I will be alright.” 

“I know I just; I’m going to miss you.” He swallows down, eyes searching through yours, you give him a smile. 

He strokes your cheek, “I’ve been meaning to say this earlier I regret not saying it earlier but I was worried that it might be too soon, but then again maybe I’ve been feeling this way for far longer.” 

Your lips part, he gives you a soft smile. 

“I love you, Feather.” He declares, the four words wrap around your heart. 

“Oh, James,” You inch closer to him, your lips brushing over his, “I love you, James.” 

Your confession a whisper against his lips that brands itself onto his being. 

He pulls your face closer, his lips on yours everything else in the world fades away. 

His hands move to your hips pulling you across his lap, the grin blooming across his face between the kisses the two of you share. 

“I’m the happiest man in the world today, Feather.” He admits, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his palm running over your head. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“I wish I didn’t either.” He admits, he kisses your shoulder, your scent taking over him.

The two of you remain embraced till Sam taps on the tinted window, “We have to move, I’m sorry to cut this short. Steve’s here too.” 

You shift away, but not before Bucky gives you another searing kiss. Even as he opens the door to leave Bucky bends back inside, he grabs your hand bringing it close to his lips and placing a kiss to the tattoo he adores.

“Take care of yourself for me, I’ll be back in three days okay? I love you.” He cups your cheek again.

“I love you too. Come back soon, take care of yourself for me.” You place a kiss to his palm, he smiles. 

Hayden enters the car again, you watch as Bucky, Sam, Steve and his new manager make their way into the airport.

“Shall we head out Ma’am? The Hotel your event is at is about an hour away.” Hayden meets your misty eyed gaze through the rearview mirror.

“Hayden,”

“Ma’am, he’ll be back before you know it.” He assures, you nod, taking the tissue he offers.

“Thank you.” 

Bucky sighs as you inform him of the sudden venue change, you made it in time, given as the hotel was closer to the previous venue. 

It’s fifteen minutes till he has to board the plane. 

The knots in his stomach only tighten he’s in half a mind to give up the cover page. Loki’s been updated about the venue change but the message isn’t read nor delivered and his phone is unavailable. He traces the path to the exit with his gaze. 

He should leave, his limbs push to have him rise from his chair.

“I thought you’d bring her along.” Steve muses while sitting down next to him.

“I wanted to but she has this meeting with every other Hydrangeas author and Alexander.” Bucky watches the blonde man’s brows furrow.

Bucky’s heart sinks at Steve’s next words,

“Bucky, that meeting was cancelled this afternoon.” Steve says while pulling up the email on his phone.

The words blur, “Steve she’s still invited, she’s on her way to meet him.”

“Boarding call for Delta Airlines JFK to LHR.” 

Steve’s features set into a harsh glare, Bucky begins moving to the exit, “I’m not getting on that plane.”

“No you are not.” Steve agrees following him.

NON CONSENSUAL SCENE BEGINS

There isn’t any welcome sign or guidance line to where the meeting is as you enter the hotel lobby. You had told Hayden he could take the night off since getting back home from here was easier. 

You message Bucky that you’ve reached and tuck in your phone when the manager stands in front of you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I presume?” He speaks in a gentle manner.

“Yes, um, am I late?” You question worriedly.

“On the contrary Mr. Pierce is delayed he has asked me to take you to the presidential suite.” He gestures towards the lift.

“I, won’t the others be there for the meeting?” You ask while following.

“You’re the first one here. The suite is equipped with a private conference room.” He explains and you step behind him of the elevator.

“Oh, okay.” You tap your foot to the elevator music.

The doors open directly into the presidential suite, you follow behind to the meeting room, the chairs are lined up around an oval white marble table. Bottles of water kept along with notepads and pens. 

The manager pulls out a chair for you, you thank him as you sit.

“Would you care for refreshments? Any drinks?” He questions, you shake your head.

“Water is fine, you reach for the bottle, taking a few large gulps, his walkie beeps, he excuses himself from the suite.

You wait for a few more minutes sighing as you head towards the window, taking a few more gulps of the water and reaching for a second bottle. The sudden thirst you’re attributing to nerves, you place the bottle down.

“Ah, I see you made it.” Alexander grins like a cheshire cat.

You turn, “Oh, hello Sir— Alexander.” he smiles as you greet him.

“Ah come along I wanted to hold a mixer out on the foyer, no idea why Stuart brought you in here.” Alexander beckons you towards him with the flex of his fingers. You push away from the window, the floor tilts, you stumble propping yourself up with the back of the chair.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” 

You look up at him, he’s smiling, you blink, his features morph into worry. Nodding you take the support of the wall blinking several times to clear your vision. When you reach the doorway you fall forward again, the floor shakes. 

You groan as you’re picked up, large arms wrap around your waist. You shuffle in the tight grasp.

“Brock put her on the sofa and get rid of the jacket.” Alexander orders, taking off his own suit jacket and cufflinks.

Brock places you on the large sectional, when his hands move to your jacket you grab his hands, “Please no.” You plead, alarms ringing in your head and the vibrations of the floor don’t stop.

“Her, phone’s going off, it’s Barnes.” Brock says, looking up at his uncle.

“Throw it to the side.” He huffs, a clatter resounds as the vibrating floor stops, you stare up at Brock, trying to push his hands away. Brock pins your hands above your head.

“James won’t let you—,”

“Shh, sweetheart, you and I are going to take some very interesting photos. James is on his way to be far, far away from you.” Alexander’s palm cups your cheek.

You pull your head away, he grabs your jaw harshly, you cry out. Distantly fabric rips and Alexander’s weight is above you as he nastily grins at you.

“Oh look at you, crying. Oh sweetheart, you should have thought of this before you tried to get in the way of my entire plan. My best actors and you? Have you seen the mirror?” He laughs wickedly, there is a bright flash, you cry out at the sting on your cheek that follows.

“Dip your head down.” Brock tells him, Alexander’s breath fans across your neck, you struggle against him.

“Fucking bitch, I’m not even touching you. Who would want to? Certainly not my actors, they are toying with you. Shiny little toy, they ran after Dolores the same way.” 

Your eyes close at his words, you can’t feel your limbs anymore, disorientation taking over. 

He grabs your hand, making your fingers move close to his mouth you catch a flash of your tattoo before Alexander takes them in his mouth, you will yourself to kick or pull your hand back, his teeth clamp around your index finger you cry out at the pain. 

“Fucking bitch. I will make sure no one hires you, or publishes you. I will even ruin your little Barnes’ career. At least him I used well, didn’t I Brock?” Alexander chuckles.

Brock’s laugh echoes around your mind.

“Don’t, don’t hurt James.” you cry as his fingers twist your wrist, the dizzying feeling as you’re turned around.

“Maybe I should tell you what I have on Steve then, you’re going to forget all of this, and I’ll remind you.” he chuckles darkly, you see the flash against the upholstery.

“Little toy of SHEILD, thats what we should call you, fat fucking toy, your followers, your fans, all increased because of my company. I bought Hydrangeas already, I leaked your chapters, you will be SHEILD to buy your book rights, I’ll earn a profit you get nothing. Just the way I milked your precious James’ arm loss.”

You can hear him but your tears seem louder as he tells you the vile things he did to the two of them, the drugs, the women, the compromising pictures with everything. 

You cry out as he pulls you up then pushes you down to the floor. You struggle to remain on your knees as he has you face him. 

“Was supposed to be Steve losing his arm, fucker was becoming a liability, then Barnes stepped in with his improvisation. Maybe I should hurt him again. Or should I hurt Steve?” Alexander’s ring bruises your cheek. “Answer me.”

“Please don’t hurt them! Please don’t hurt them! I’ll do anything.” You plead.

“You open your mouth and you see what I do to you.” Alexander warns, throwing you back, you curl up on your side, black spots cloud your vision.

“Anyways once your little boy toys know what occurred they won’t touch you. Who will believe that you didn’t sleep with me, you were the one that wanted to rise above. No one. Who will believe that I, Alexander Pierce drugged you? No one. Who will believe a little author who lied to everyone about her father not being an abusive man but displayed every bit of it in her book? No one will believe you. When I’ve produced movies and best selling sagas, your story is in my hand as well. You’re a liar, a fraud, no one will believe a silly pathetic girl that makes up stories for a living.” Alexander pats your wet cheek.

Brock takes a final picture the white flash bleeds into blackened darkness.

NON CONSENSUAL SCENE ENDS

The ding of the lift and silence of six minutes echoes around the rental car. Sam drives as swiftly as possible. Steve’s gaze is trained on his phone that was video recording Bucky’s device. Bucky was shaking, anger rolling off of him in waves. 

“Yelena?” Steve’s new manager, Angel’s, voice cuts through the silence, “We need Barber and Murdock. It’s Y/N, something happened, just get them at BW private meeting no paps nothing. Off books. You need to go get her, she’s shaken up. Medical team as well.”

Your sobs break free, Bucky’s heart bleeds, “Feather.” he says. 

“James?” your voice breaks off more.

“Feather I’m coming to get you okay? I, I need you to talk to me, are you hurt?” Bucky will kill them, he’s going to kill Alexander and Brock.

“Do-don’t I’m, I’m not, I’m not—,”

“Feather, please, please, don’t believe a word he says, I believe you.” He assures, you cry harder over the call, there is shuffling across the line.

“You didn’t go?” you whimper, bringing the watch closer to your face.

“I’ll explain when I get there okay?” he sounds broken, hearing everything that was done to him and Steve.

“Don’t come here. I’ll, I’ll meet you at home, please.”

“Baby—,”

“I don’t want to be here.” You plead, “please.” 

“I’ll call Hayden for you.” he says.

“I gave him the night off.” You inform, “I, I thought he would—, there should have been others…”

“Yelena is on it.” Angel assures, “She’ll reach in a few minutes.”

“Did you hear everything? It the call’s on the watch…” You wonder when did the call dial or get answered during the struggle. He sighs, he doesn’t know how to answer this question.

“Who-Who else heard?” You sniffle, your shirt was in tatters, the buttons half popped off.

“Feather…” Bucky winces, “Steve, Angel and Sam.”

“We’ll make him pay, Y/N.” Steve’s voice is gruff a little scratchy, the whole ordeal lasted thirty minutes, how did the call get answered they don’t understand but Steve began recording the device with his own phone. 

“We can’t, he’ll ruin your careers. He threatened to hurt, hurt you, he said more but I, I was drowning?” you try to make them understand.

“Nothing is more important than you.” Bucky says, his vibranium arm whirs as his fist is tightly clenched. 

“Alpine and Mum, the nurse…” You being to panic again, 

“I’ll have someone relieve the other nurse and say you’re caught up okay?” Steve assures you, “Angel, call the nursing facility please, an email from them has the contact information.

“I’m not going to stop, Feather. We’re going to make him pay.” Bucky assures, you whimper.

“You, you tried to warn me, I should have said no.” You begin to cry again.

“This is not your fault, you were misled. This was planned by them, you are not at fault.” Bucky assures you, he swallows thickly.

You take a deep inhale, the elevator dings, “Someone’s come back,” you hide away the watch behind your back, cowering against the sectional. Pulling your jacket to cover your form.

Yelena comes finds you on the floor she drops her bags as you arms wrap around her, you begin to cry, “I’ll have her back at BW.” Yelena spots the ongoing call on the watch.

“Have change of clothes for you, your hoodie.” She explains, “I thought maybe it was a spill…”

You shake your head, she helps you wear the hoodie. Your limbs wobble, “He had something in the water in the conference room.” 

Steve and Bucky share a glance, they were familiar with the laced drug. 

“Yelena, get the bottles.” Steve says over the speaker phone.

You follow her not wanting to be alone, she grabs the half empty bottle and the empty bottle and a third sealed one.

She takes your hand, leading you to the basement parking. You numbly follow her, getting into her car.

Bucky paces the entirety of the BW office, his head snapping up to the entrance every time he hears footsteps. Steve watches him while he replays the audio for Matt and Andy. 

Matt’s lips press into a thin line as the call progresses for a second time. Your cries for no and help have your voice hoarse. 

Andy scribbles the time stamps across a piece of paper. Noting down everything that was occurring via the audio. Every word where you pleaded for a no, or asked them to stop marked. His breathing trying to remain in control. The anger towards men like Alexander only growing.

The audio ends, Steve looks towards both of them.

“We need to tread with this very carefully. It is non consensual, she repeats over and over, he also admits to incriminating things he has done to you and Mr. Barnes.” Matt lists, “Andy you need to work rationally not with anger.”

“I know what I’m doing Matt.” Andy huffs, “We can build a case. However this needs to be off books and off records. The main thing is she’s shaken, if she says no, we cannot do anything.” 

“What do you mean? We have to do something!” Steve yells.

“Mr. Rogers, please understand, till the victim does not file the complaint, there is nothing we can do.” Matt sighs.

“Andy come on.” Steve looks at the man helplessly.

“I can’t do anything Steve, we can talk to her, assure her that this will be dealt with without harm to either you or Mr. Barnes but if she says no, that it a full sentence.” Andy looks at Steve who only gets more irritable.

“You need to cool off before she comes in.” Andy advises his brother, “She needs rational and calmness right now.”

Steve only grumbles under his breath.

His head snaps up as Bucky and you meet halfway, he lifts you up as you wrap around him, your sobs greet everyone. As you hold on for dear life to Bucky.

Bucky runs his hand over your head, leading you to Yelena’s office, the three seater couch allowing you to lay on Bucky as he holds you. Apologies fall from both of your lips, he kisses your tears away while shedding his own. 

“I managed to get a hold of Loki.” Sam walks into the conference room, “He ordered a drink in the hotel lobby. Woke up right now.” 

“He was drugged as well?” Steve looks towards Andy.

Andy’s lips press into a thin line he notes this down as well, “We need him to come in, I’ve got Dr Banner and Dr Cho in to find DNA evidence and take blood samples. Again only if Y/N agrees.”

Steve pushes the nearest chair and it topples over, he rests his palms against the wall trying to curb his anger.

“He’ll hurt the two of you.” You say for the umpteenth time sitting in the conference room to discuss how to go about this whole situation.

“Feather, we have him threatening you over us. He cannot do shit.” Bucky cups your cheeks, you weren’t leaving his side to afraid to be alone. The scent of his cologne calming you. 

“It will all come to light.” You say, “What about that?” 

“It anyways would if we did a misstep with Alexander.” Steve says from his place to your left. 

“Exactly, this way they know Alexander is the bad guy.” Bucky’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone. You look down at your hands, his teeth marks left a gash over your tattoo over the exact place Bucky left his parting kiss.

Bucky’s jaw tightens as he sees the flesh marred. 

“If you still do not want to, Matt and Andy will leave.” Bucky tells you and your gaze lifts to the two lawyers, Steve explained Andy and he are twins but Andy left the family and changed his last name. The information seemed like whiplash. He had kind eyes, as Steve did in some moments you had with him.

“Y/N, look the trauma you underwent tonight was horrible and I cannot provide words that may be able to comfort you,” Andy’s voice is sincere, “What I can offer is a chance to make sure Alexander and Brock never get the chance to hurt you or anyone else again.”

“We have a contact in the FBI as well, her team was investigating SHEILD for the longest time, money laundering amongst other things, we can build a case.” Matt assures, he tilts his head the glasses gleam against the light.

“He won’t be able to hurt James and Steve or anyone right?” You want to affirm.

“Yes.” Matt says, “even what he mentioned about Bucky’s accident that was scheduled for Steve.”

“We will make sure of it.” Andy adds, his gaze flickers to his brother who harbours worry towards you, Bucky’s expression holds the same worry. 

“What about Bucky’s accident?” You look amongst everyone, your brows furrowed, “I, I don’t remember…”

“It’s probably the drug altering your memory.” Matt deduces.

“Don’t strain yourself trying to recall, we can take your statement afterwards as well.” Andy says, he taps his pen on the paper.

“We all are going to believe and support you, no matter the choice you make.” Bucky grasps your hand gently, Steve lightly touches your forearm. 

“Look around the room,” he urges, and you do, “Bucky, Yelena, Angel, Loki, Matt, Andy, Sam and I, we are all here for you.” They all offer encouraging looks, you feel tears brim again.

“Okay, okay, I’ll file the case.” You look at the two lawyers, Matt smiles.

“Thank you.” He says.

“Hey, Darcy, I have some news.” Andy stands gazing out the window continuing his call.

“Y/N, this is Dr. Cho, she will be assessing you and documenting the injuries.” Matt announces the minute Dr. Cho steps in, “her perfume is recognisable.” he explains with a light chuckle.

“Y/N, I’m Helen Cho, I’ve step up the examining area in the other office, you can have someone accompany you.” She gives you a warm smile.

Your gaze moves towards Yelena, she nods, “Of course I will.” 

You swallow standing up, looking down at Bucky.

“I love you.” he tells you kissing the back of your hand.

“I love you.” you cup his cheek brushing your thumb over his jaw.

You look back at Steve, “M’eudail, it means, my darling.” he tells you, you nod.

“Steve.” Andy warns.

“Thank you for being here, you’re a good friend.” You say to him, Steve find a weight lifted from his shoulders.

Bucky’s eyes meet his, he nods affirming and agreeing to what you said.

You meet Loki’s gaze with an apology on your tongue.

“Hey I’d get knocked out as many times for you.” The green eyed man gives you a cheeky smile.

You give him a smile and walk out with Yelena following Dr. Cho.

HEADLINES:

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Get Into Public Altercation At JFK, Escorted Out By Security.

Dolores Issues Apology Statement As She Gears Up To Return From Rehab.

Loki Laufeyson Naps While Waiting For Script Read.

GQ Releases Statement Redacting Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers From Next Month Issue, Director Brock Rumlow Chosen Instead.

Alexander Pierce Issues Statement Hydrangeas Now A Part Of SHEILD. New Name — HYDRA. 

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Guarded Hearts

Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is part if my 1k Follower special but escalated. Also sorry for the cheesy ending

#28: "Please, just open the door."

#62: "Say it again."

word count: 1.660

Footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of the Stark Tower as Loki and you strolled through them side by side with entwined fingers. For once it was quiet in the otherwise hectic environment since most of the Avengers were out and about to spend their scarce free time in the heat of the summer days much to the delight of the both of you.

You enjoyed the solitude together, the quiet mornings and the undisturbed togetherness. It hadn’t been long since your friendship had blossomed into something more. Loki had asked you to keep it private in the beginning since he didn’t want to give the others even more material to tease him about. If Loki couldn't stand something it was to be vulnerable in front of people he didn't trust fully. Neither was he comfortable flashing his affection around others.

You understood his concerns completely and didn’t mind it at all. If you could make Loki comfortable with keeping it low-key, you would do it gladly so yet you hoped that Loki would one day realise that it wasn’t a weakness to love somebody. 

The first months into the relationship had been like a fairytale, with Loki being the prince you had waited for so long. He seemed like a different person when you were alone. He started to open up even more now, granting you glimpses of his innocent and true nature. You basked in his seemingly endless affection, the tender embraces and the endearing pillow talks you had when both of you just didn't want to sleep yet. With each passing day, you fell harder and harder for him.

But the fairytale seemed to pause any time you were in the presence of other people. Loki crawled back into his shell, guarding himself with a thick layer of indifference even towards you. Sometimes it seemed that he had regressed in his progress, sharing less and less of himself with the team which concerned you greatly. But as soon as the doors behind the two of you closed, it seemed like a switch had been flipped and Loki was back to his other self. 

It hurt seeing Loki act so strangely again, especially when he downright ignored your existence in front of others. You knew he didn’t do it with malice but it hurt nonetheless. That’s why you decided to address it today while everyone was gone and Loki felt most comfortable so you could talk it through with him and find a solution to the misery.

On your way toward the living room, you pondered how to begin this sensitive topic. You hoped to strike up a normal conversation while you were watching a movie so you could slowly turn to the issue.

Loki and you had just turned the corner that lead into the living room when Loki froze for a moment before he hastily removed his hands from yours. Before you could ask what was going on your eyes fell on Tony who sat on a sofa, reading a magazine in silence.

“Oh hey, I didn’t think anyone was still here.” he greeted the two of you.

“Tony, since when do you leave your lab?” you teased.

“Alice is out getting lunch and as long as I’m hangry I won’t get anything done.”

“How convenient. Sometimes I wish I had an assistant as well.” you sighed dramatically, “How is Alice doing so far? It’s her third week, right?”

“Hm... I’d say she’s acceptable.” Tony mused.

“Such high praise from Tony Stark?” you mocked.

“I know, I’m feeling generous today.” he quipped, “The two of you would like her. Especially Loki would get along with her, I think.”

“Me?” Loki pointed to himself confused.

“Yes you, Reindeer Games.” Tony drawled, “She is quite feisty. I think you would really like her.”

“Hm.” Loki shrugged.

“No, really. I think the two of you would hit it off quite nicely actually. Don’t you think it’s time to widen your horizon? You’ve been here with us for almost two years now, it’s about time you meet new people, ...maybe date?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows at him, “It’s not like you’re already dating someone, are you?”

“No.” Loki almost snapped much to your surprise.

“Oh... did I hit a nerve?” Tony grimaced irritated, “Don’t tell me you’re already spoken for?”

“I’m not,” Loki grumbled.

“Great. Then it’s settled.” Tony jumped from his seat hurrying towards his lab, “Let me arrange it and you’ll have her number in no time!”

“What was that?” you asked slightly reproachful when Tony had left.

“What do you mean?” Loki acted as if nothing had happened as he tried to hold your hand again but you pulled away, instead hugging yourself for comfort.

“Why did you pull your hand from mine so quickly?” you asked to which he just shrugged, “Would it really be so awful if someone found out about us?”

“You know exactly why I don’t want to tell them,” Loki uttered.

“I know, but we’ve been together for almost 4 months now. Don’t you think it’s time that we slowly make it official?”

“Why would we?” he asked dismissively.

“Why? Well because I don’t want to sneak behind everyone's back forever. Sometimes I feel like you’re ashamed to be with me. But why? Because I’m just ‘a mortal’?” you felt how the anger took hold of you, all your prior plans of a calm conversation thrown overboard.

“That’s not true.” Loki shook his head sternly.

“Even if, sometimes you make me feel like you don’t really want a relationship with me. Like some sort of plaything, you can pass your time with. Because in one moment you’re this unbelievably sweet and caring man and in the next moment as soon as someone enters it’s almost like you don’t know me.” you explained, “Do you even want to be with me? Or was I just an experiment to see if you��re ready for a relationship?”

Loki didn’t answer. He simply stared at you, his teeth grinding against each other.

“No answer is also an answer.” you sniffled disappointed while you tried to fight back the tears that were blurring your vision. You stormed off to your, unwilling to let Loki see you cry. You hurried into your room and slammed the door. You sank down against it as you hugged your legs, letting the tears fall freely as you sobbed into your lap.

But it didn’t take long until a soft knock resounded in your room.

“Y/N?” Loki whispered against the door.

“Go away!”

“Please just open the door so we can talk.”

“No, we talked enough.” you croaked out.

And suddenly it fell silent on the other side of your door. You took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself and pushed yourself up from the ground when a green light shimmered directly in front of your feet. In the next moment, Loki materialised before you.

“Get out!” you threw your fists against his chest.

“Y/N I'm sorry.” he pleaded.

“Are you?” you taunted, “I understand that you don't want to present our relationship on a silver platter but is it too much to ask that you don’t pretend that I’m not existing?”

Loki remained silent as his eyes bored into yours.

“Look Loki, I really like you. I- I love you. I love spending time with you and talking to you and sharing my life with you but I can't continue it if you're not even sure of it yourself. I don't want to invest in my love for you if you can't even admit it existing to yourself.” you hiccuped. You hadn't planned of telling Loki your true feelings in case he didn't feel the same. But now it seemed to be irrelevant anyway. “Now if you would be so kind to leave.” you pointed toward the door.

“Ok." Loki nodded in defeat, "But I'm taking you with me.”

You looked at him in bewilderment as his hands wrapped softly around your wrists and a green cloud swallowed you. Suddenly you stood in front of Tony in his lab without having moved a single muscle.

“I cannot accept the date with Alice, I'm already madly in love with Y/N and I cannot cause any more pain for her.” Loki declared to Tony who was just as perplexed as you.

“Oh... ok?” Tony’s eyes darted in between both of you, “Good for you?”

“Great, then that’s dealt with.” Loki nodded satisfied, the green cloud forming around you once more just for you to teleport back into your room.

“What was that for?” you asked with wide eyes and stepped away from Loki.

“I officially declared my love for you.” Loki pressed his lips together tightly, “I’m sorry for my lack of consistency. I didn’t intend to hurt you like this. But I do love you, Y/N. And I- I don’t want to hide anymore if I would continue hurting you with it.”

“What?” you looked at him in disbelief as the words toppled over his lips.

“You heard me.”

“No, say it again.” you urged him. Loki watched you puzzled at first before it clicked and a smile started to spread on his lips.

“I love you,” he repeated, his fingers gently brushing away a loose strand of hair until his fingers rested at the base of your jaw, his eyes gazing down lovingly at you. 

“I think you have to say it louder... I'm hard of hearing.” you breathed out shakily.

“Just let me show you then,” he hummed as he leaned down until his soft lips tenderly brushed against yours. The familiar scent of his smell filled your nose encasing you in a haze as you eagerly kissed back. You could feel your heart beat faster as joy and hopefulness hummed through your body. You wrapped your arms around Loki’s shoulders as you sank against him. Now you felt sure that your fairy tale would have a happy ending.

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[softforloki]

I was wondering if you could do one where reader is always taking care of other people. That she has had barely any time for herself. She is getting worn down and no one seems to notice besides Loki.

Loki and reader have been together for a long while and he notices it and she refuses any help when he offers it.

Few days go past and she is growing tired and reader has been falling asleep and not eating and Loki decided he needs to do something

So the next day he lets her sleep in and tells everyone to get out. They all nod in understanding and he makes u food. Makes you laugh, there’s taking a relaxing bath together and massage and then after you braid their hair when he goes into his female form (genderfluid Loki) you even cuddle and you rest your head on her chest and they laugh about it as you fall asleep once again.

YES. Yes. I love everything about this.

Summery: Loki watches as you run yourself into the ground, then is there to pick you back up.

Word Count: 1,924

Warnings: Slight mentions of nudity, nothing overly explicit tho

Masterlist

Rest and Relaxation

As the on-site clinical psychologist of the Avengers meant that you were never not doing you job.

Each and every person on the team had a seemingly never ending list of personal problems. The day you’d asked Tony to list a few of his stressors, and he’d replied “I’m going to need two bottles of whiskey and fifty feet of paper to even begin.” would forever be known as a day that would live in infamy.

Interestingly, it was also the day you started drinking.

Loki knew you had to take care of people- it was literally your job- but when that caused you to fail to prioritize your own wellbeing, that was when he started to have an issue.

“Darling, are you well?” Loki stood behind where you sat at your desk, placing both hands on your shoulders comfortingly.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” You barely looked up at him, your fingers never ceasing their clicking across your computer’s keyboard.

“Because you missed dinner. Have you been here the whole time?”

“It’s fine, I had a snack earlier.” You dismissed.

“What are you even doing?”

“Compiling a list of books and texts on the study of alcoholism as a coping mechanism. Both Tony and Thor tend to turn to booze when they’re trying to get through something emotionally- which I’ve told them multiple times is unbelievably unhealthy, but don’t listen to the licensed mental health counselor, I guess- so I’m trying to find them some actually concrete evidence so they don’t just have to take my word for it.”

Loki normally found it adorable and endearing when you spoke of your occupation and what you learned. This was different, though. You weren’t talking excitedly about something you were passionate about, your words were tense, manic, even. You stumbled over them in an effort to get them all out.

“Dearest,” Loki began, gently pulling your swivel chair away from your desk. “I think you need a break.”

“I’m fine, I have to-”

“It’s not your job to micromanage everyone’s behavior.”

You scowled, pointing indignantly to your framed college degree hanging on the wall of your office. Loki couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip at the look on your face.

“I was under the impression that your job involved you giving your expert opinion to your clients on how they can better handle themselves. Whether or not they improve is entirely up to them.” He pointed out. “I believe you told me once, “I get paid regardless of whether they get better or not”, does that not still hold true?”

“That’s different,” You insisted. “With regular clients, yes. But I act more as a consultent with you guys. My job is more to monitor everyone and step in if I see someone going off the deep end. Besides, I’m genuinely worried about Tony and Thor.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you. “If I let you continue here, do you promise that you’ll go take a break when you’ve finished with this?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done, anyway.” You smiled weakly. “I’ll go get a snack, or something.”

Loki sighed and acquiesced, letting you roll your chair back to the computer. He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Your work here is admirable, love, but please don’t run yourself into the ground for our sakes.”

“Hmm,” You leaned into his touch, gazing at him so lovingly that it made his knees go a little weak. 

It had not escaped Loki’s noticed that you hadn’t agreed not to keep tiring yourself out.

. . .

He couldn’t blame you, Loki realized. He certainly wouldn’t want to be put in charge of the mental and emotional wellbeing of the Avengers, a group of people who had long histories of trauma and other personal problems.

You were working as hard as ever, gluing yourself to your computer for hours at a time, or sitting and talking with a member of the team, trying to convince them to either get their own therapist or take better car of themself for stretches of time that seemed to go on forever.

To their credit, a few of them started to take your advice (mostly after Loki haggled them to do so), but it still didn’t stop you from crashing and burning.

Loki had only started showing up to group meals with the team at your behest, but you starting showing up less and less. He stopped seeing you around the tower at all, having to seek you out in your office.

He knocked on the door one evening after the table had been cleared at dinner. “Darling, you missed dinner.” He held the plate of food carefully in one hand, knocking again with the other when you didn’t immediately respond. “Darling?”

Still no reply. Loki cracked open the door, peaking inside. You were slumped over at your desk, head cushioned by your folded arms. He silently approached you, gently setting your dinner on the desk, and leaning over you. You were fast asleep.

He sighed, smiling fondly at you. He carefully eased you out of your chair and into his arms. He magically transported you to your apartment, setting about putting you to bed. He made a mental note to later take care of the food he’d brought to your office as he carefully changed you into sleepwear.

“Sleep well, my sweet.” Loki whispered, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as he tucked you into bed. Before he left, he made sure your alarm was turned off. 

. . .

You woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. You looked around your bedroom, confused, not remembering coming back home. You were even more confused when you saw that you’d slept in. 

You got up, feeling more well-rested than you had in days, and went to investigate the kitchen.

Loki stood at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs. He turned at the sound of your foot steps. “Good morning, my darling love,” He greeted with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, actually. How did I get here?” You rubbed your eyes, squinting at him.

“You feel asleep in your office last night. I brought you here. You’re taking a day off.”

“Lokes, I can’t-”

“You most certainly can. I’ve already told everyone that you’re not to be disturbed. They were all quite understanding- it seems I wasn’t the only one to notice your lack of self care.”

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him. “I’m sorry you have to do all this. I’ve just been so busy lately I haven’t had time for much else.”

“You needn’t apologize, love, it’s alright.” Loki pulled you into his arms, his hold on you tight but secure. “I’m always happy to take care of you.”

He kissed you, and you finally let yourself relax. You realized just how much you’d missed this. You’d been so busy trying to solve everyone’s problems you’d left yourself no time for Loki. Your hand creeped up to tug lightly on his beautiful hair as he deepened the kiss, humming in contentment.

When you parted, you reached around him to grab one of the coffee mugs. He laughed as you attempted to maneuver yourself so you could drink, but still be held by him.

. . .

You were drawn into the bathroom by the sound of running water that was too loud to be the sink, but was definitely not the shower.

You peeked inside to see Loki crouching at the bathtub, carefully monitoring the gradually increasing water lever. You watched, smiling in realization that the hand which turned the hot and cold water knobs was smaller, daintier, and more prettily manicured than before.

“Hey there, pretty lady.” You joined Loki by the tub as she looked up at you, a flirtatious smile on her lips. 

“Hello, darling. Care for a bath?”

“I can’t remember the last time I relaxed and took a bath,” You admitted. “Join me?”

Loki pressed her lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “As you wish.”

You undressed as she finished adjusting the water. She let out a low whistle as you exposed more of your skin, to which you responded by throwing your shirt at her face.

You slipped into the hot bath as Loki followed your lead and began stripping. She’d gotten it perfect, because of course she had. The water was perfectly warm without being scorching. She tucked herself behind you, pulling you close so you were practically resting in her lap.

Her hands crept up your arms and over your shoulders, gently squeezing as she went. You groaned appreciatively as she carefully kneaded the tense muscles, her lips trailing kisses in the wake of her hands.

“Loki,” You practically whimpered as she mouthed at your neck.

“Feel good, love?”

“Feels perfect. You’re perfect.”

 She chuckled, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning forward to rest her head on your shoulder. “And you are divine, and deserve the best things I and this universe can offer you. I’d pluck the stars from the sky if you asked me to.”

“I think I’ll pass on the giant balls of heat.”

Loki laughed at that, pinching your side. “You make it sound utterly unromantic when you put it like that,” She complained.

“I’m just saying; it’s a cute idea in theory, but a disaster in practice.” You protested, squirming away from her fingers.

When you were dried and dressed, Loki pulled you into your bedroom. She collapsed with you in tow, landing in a tangle of arms and legs.

You laughed, grabbing a lock of her hair. She always let it hang longer when she presented femininely, so tonight it cascaded down her back instead of pooling at the shoulders. Either way, it was gorgeous. “Can I braid your hair?” You asked.

“Oh, please do. You always make it look so pretty.” She quickly sat up and turned around so her back faced you.

You followed suit, leaning over to your bedside table to grab a hair brush. You ran it gently through her perfect inky curls, marveling at how it seemed to flow like water through your hands. Loki always liked when you did her hair, so you’d taught yourself to do every type of braid you could think of. You decided on a relaxed fishtail tonight, so you could have tendrils loose in front to frame her face.

You were silent as your worked, savoring Loki’s quiet hums and low groans of pleasure as your fingers brushed her scalp. She leaned into your touch, eyes slipping closed as you deftly wove strands of hair together.

“Done,” You announced, tying off the end. 

Loki brought the braid over her shoulder to see. “I love it.” She declared, shifting so you could see her face.

You smiled, taking her hand in yours. “I love you,” You told her.

“I love you, too.” She pulled your gently down so you were lying on the bed again. You adjusted so you could lay your head on her shoulder.

“Thank you for taking care of me today.”

“It was my pleasure. I look forward to doing it more.”

You laughed, snuggling further into you. “Hopefully I’ll learn how to do it myself so you don’t need to.”

“Don’t think I won’t still pamper you.”

“I wouldn’t think that for a moment.” You kissed her gently, feeling her smile into it. “I know you too well.”

She laughed quietly, holding you tightly as you drifted off to sleep.

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Viral Paradox (TVA Loki Part 3)

Part 3 of 6 in my slow-burn Loki sicfic. See part 1 or part 2 if you haven't caught up. Here we're finally starting to see Loki falling ill and trying to curb the spread of the virus.

In this chapter, you'll find:

-More Tony/Loki banter

-Natasha being a badass

-Brotherly love and reminiscing

-Cool boss fights

-Some WTF moments for Loki  

Friday

Loki lifts his hands in surrender. “I can explain…”

“Did you do this to Steve?”

“No, I--” Loki’s eyes rake across the room. “Look, just--”

“Has he been here the whole time?”

“He showed up yesterday,” Tony says. “Talking about time travel.”

“Time travel?”

“So, you knew he was here? Does that mean you trust him?”

“I’m still on the fence. Pepper vouched for him.”

Loki speaks up. “May I interject?”

All of them chorus a firm, “No.”

Loki frowns. 

“I don’t like this.”

“He’s been here a full day and nothing’s happened. But still…”

“I’m starting to--”

Thor raises his voice, “If I may,” they all look to him. “I think we should give Loki a chance to explain,” he shoots his brother a look, “In a cell.”

Strange. Thor was the last person Loki expected to be on his side, after so many betrayals. But, perhaps it is not so strange. His brother, always the sentimental type. 

Loki rolls his eyes and holds out his wrists. “If you must. I shall go ‘quietly’.”

“A feat for you, I’m sure,” Tony snips.

Loki is cuffed with some sort of high tech device that he is certain could not actually hold him were he to attempt escape. But that wouldn’t endear him to the group, and he needs their trust. 

He is escorted to the cell--another high tech room with some sort of laser barrier (seriously??). Loki is seated and explains everything. Well, everything except the virus. Hopefully Stark will put in a good word. After all, it’s been at least a day and Loki hasn’t stolen the scepter himself. That’s got to count for something, right?

Then, the Avengers dissipate to talk among themselves, leaving Loki alone to stew.

Works for him. He’s exhausted and in serious need of a recharge. He rests his head against the wall and dozes. It’s uncomfortable but he’s…so…tired….

Saturday

Loki is stirred awake by the barrier dropping. He’s groggy, he must have slept longer than expected. Thor enters the room, face drawn and unreadable. He approaches Loki and bends down, taking Loki’s chin in his hand. 

“What are you--”

Thor’s blue eyes pierce him. His fingers pinch Loki’s lips together, gaze roaming across Loki’s jaw, over the budding bruise under his eye. He looks like he’s searching for something, but Loki can’t think of what it could be.

Loki pulls away, ice chilling his chest like it does every time his brother gives him that searching look. He both loves and hates the concern in his eyes.

Loki sniffs, “Are you quite done? If you’re wondering if I am real…”

Thor leans against the wall, arms folded as he stares at Loki. “Stark has vouched for you, brother. As have I.”

Loki gives him a quizzical look. “You did?”

“Yes, but they are all wary of you.”

Loki snorts, “I’d be concerned for their intelligence if they weren’t.”

“Against my better judgment I am inclined to believe you.”

“How thoughtful.”

“Only because I know those restraints should not hold you--yet you chose to stay. That could be a ploy, but you have also proved to know future events.”

“I,” Loki hesitates, wondering if his prediction of Ultron was truly enough to sway them. It shouldn’t have been, there was no way to prove it. But, gift horse and all. “Yes. I have.”

Thor stands straight, “You are free to go. But Loki,” he glares at his brother, “If you harm these people, I will kill you myself.”

Loki makes jazz hands, the cuffs clanging to the ground. “Noted.”

Thor steps aside, “I’ll be watching over the scepter. Stark mentioned someone trying to steal away with it.”

“At least someone is finally stepping up to do it.”

They veer off in separate directions, Thor heading left and Loki right. He’s starving. The cell didn’t come with meals served. But Stark must have a stash of food somewhere.

Loki rounds the corner, fussing with his halfway rolled sleeve. He senses it before the hit; he attempts to dodge but an arm clips him in the chest.

Another jab lands just below his ear, making it ring. 

“Hey--” Loki blocks the next punch but his assailant doesn’t let up. His legs are cut out from under him and he pitches toward the ground. Before he faceplants, his attacker catches his arm and pretzels it behind his back, holding him taut.

“Alright,” Loki grunts, “You have my attention. Speak your piece.”

Natasha’s voice rumbles, rough and dry. “I don’t care what Tony says,” she snarls. “I don’t trust you.” 

Loki puffs an amused breath. “Ma’am, you have every reason not to.”

“You’re outnumbered here. You realize that, right?”

“I can count, thank you very much.”

Loki’s arm tweaks as Natasha jerks, shoulders wrenching with an angry, “HiSH!-nn!” 

Loki’s lips sour. There’s no chance she covered her mouth. “Feeling under the weather?”

The heel of her boot slams him in the back and she releases his arm, letting him fall face first onto the ground. Loki huffs, pushing himself up. 

“Deserved.” He stands and dusts himself off. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He lets her stare him down until he walks out of sight.

Well. That went over about as well as possible. Loki continues down the hall, searching for some sort of mess hall, or kitchen…

“...feeling better?” Banner’s voice flits around the corner. Loki flattens himself against the wall and tunes his ears.

“Not really,” Rogers replies. “I think I might be…hik’Rshh-eiu!” 

“Have you been sick before?”

“Not since the serum, no.”

Loki chews his cheek, frustrated. He’s running out of time to fix this. He needs to keep the virus contained, but having to wait for the antidotes to simmer is making it feel like a more than daunting task. 

One thing at a time. He definitely can’t think very well on an empty stomach. 

After winding through a few hallways, he finally comes across a tile-plated room with white counters and silver appliances. Loki snoops through the cabinets, pantries, refrigerators. The only familiar things are fixings for a sandwich. Even then…

“What the Hel does ‘enriched’ mean in this context?”

“It means delicious,” Tony bustles in, looking haggard. His face looks frayed and unkempt, his eyes an umber shade of pink and red. His movements are slow, lazy, he looks like he has a good hangover, but Loki knows it’s more than that. Hel, everyone likely does.

Admittedly, it is a bit of a sweet thrill to see the king of swagger off his game.

Tony leans against the counter and folds his arms, flicking a thumb under his nose and sniffling. “So, what’s your game plan here?”

Loki pulls out two slices of bread. “I am making a sandwich.”

“You know what I mean. Why are you still here? If you can time travel, why don’t you just go back to Thursday when the bad guy tried to steal the scepter?”

“Because it doesn’t work like that.”

“How exactly does it work?”

Loki huffs, slapping a piece of cheese onto the meat. “I don’t expect you to understand. The fragility of your mind cannot comprehend it.”

“Are you calling me stupid?”

“I’m calling you human.”

Tony grumbles, shaking his head. He turns and grabs something from the cabinet before thunking a jar down next to Loki. 

“Your sandwich is too dry. Use that.”

Loki plucks the jar and examines it. “Trying to poison me, Stark?”

“With knockoff fast food sauce?” Tony glides toward the table and plunks himself down. 

Loki chuffs, but he adds a dollop of the sauce to the bread and assembles it all. He sits down at the table across from Tony and takes a cautious bite.

Human food is so unnatural. How can it taste this good??

His face betrays him, only for a second before he shunts his gaze. Tony saw it though and the grin winks across his cheeks.

“You like it.”

“It is passable.”

“You liiiiiike it!” 

Loki prepares to retaliate but instead of words coming out, air flows in. The sensation overwhelms him, his hand whips up over his mouth, “Ix’shT!” he blinks wide, fingers clamped over his lips. 

Tony puckers his lips, “Aw, is the mighty god catching my cold?” 

Loki buries a glower into Tony’s face like a dagger, but his authority is compromised by another barely stifled, “Hg’SHK!” 

Damn. He very well may be sick.

“From where did you get this illness?” Loki asks. Perhaps Stark came in contact with the Variant previously.

“I got it from Pepper.”

Drat.

“She got it real bad,” Tony says wistfully. “She almost had to go to the hospital. I thought she might…” his gaze shadows, thoughts darkening. He shakes it off with a visible shudder, “Anyway, she got better fast. Literally in a couple hours, it was gone. So, I figure, I’ll just get worse until I’m not.”

Loki chews thoughtfully. Curious, indeed. If this is the Asgardian virus, how did Potts survive it? How did she recover so quickly?

Commotion in the hall snaps them both to attention. Someone shouts Steve’s name. 

Loki and Tony lock gazes. Then they scramble up, racing out of the kitchen. Down the hall, in one of the offshoot rooms, Natasha and Bruce kneel next to a seated Steve, who looks particularly disoriented.

“What happened?” Tony insists.

“I got dizzy,” Steve says, swatting the air, “I fell. It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Tony’s voice pitches. He rounds the furniture and offers Steve his arm. “You fell? Since when are you a klutz, Cap?”

Steve stands, wobbling slightly, and shudders. Bruce presses a wrist to his forehead. 

“He’s really warm. I think he has a fever.”

A flush claws its way up Steve’s neck, washing his cheeks in pink. “Ihh…” his eyes squeeze shut, “Hdt-GSHH-ieu!!” Tony and Nat hold him steady, their faces a portrait of concern.

“I think…I need to lay down,” Steve murmurs.

“I agree,” Tony says, pulling Steve’s arm over his neck, bracing him. “C’mon. I’ll take you to a room.”

Loki presses himself against the wall, watching intently as Steve hobbles beside Tony. He swallows, his heart setting up camp in his throat. This is cutting it close. Rogers is getting hit hard, and it seems to be interacting with his powers. Loki isn’t sure what exactly will happen, but he needs to get the antidote tonight. He’s already making plans to do so.

Natasha sucks in a breath and sits on the couch, pressing her head into a fist. 

“This doesn’t make sense,” Bruce says.

“Why? Because of Steve?”

“Among other things.”

“We don’t know much about the serum,” Nat says. “It could be interacting with any number of things.”

“I doubt it. I’ve done extensive research on it. Mine was based off of his. Neither of us should be this sick.”

Nat pops up as if pricked in the back, “Are you?”

Bruce looks at her, eyes crinkling. “You are. And you should rest.”

“That didn’t answer my question, Bruce.”

He points his folded glasses at her. “Go lay down. Or I’ll sic Maria on you.” He strides away, Natasha frowning after him.

Not wishing to be left alone with the Widow, Loki unsticks himself from the wall and tiptoes away, heading toward the room with the scepter.

Loki eases the door open, eyes finding his brother straight away. Thor sits on the floor, legs splayed in front of him, back propped against the wall. He’s examining his hammer with crimped eyes. 

Loki knows when he used to do this, he was admiring it--dreaming up endless wars, reminiscing glory. But now, Thor’s inspection is more that of a loving parent gazing upon their child.

“Fondling your toys again, brother?” 

Thor looks up at him, a storm of emotions clouding his face. “Protecting the scepter,” he gestures at the staff glowing in the middle of the bright cellblock of a room.

“I see,” Loki ambles toward him and slides down next to his brother. He mimics his position, splaying his legs and bumping Thor with a boot.

Thor’s neck twists. He stares at Loki, eyes raking up and down his body, quite the same as he had done with the hammer.

“What?” Loki asks. 

Thor reaches out, fingers tipping against Loki’s cheek again, the touch gentle, like a brush on canvas. He inspects Loki’s face again, more curiosity this time than concern.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Loki asks.

Thor just frowns, letting his hand drop. 

Loki shifts on the floor, mapping circles in the dusty tile. “Do you remember when we were youths…we would eavesdrop on Father?”

Thor smiles and nods. “You would enchant various items to use as listening devices.”

“Ugh, that time we were caught by a guard, huddled behind an empty goblet.”

“That was amusing.”

Loki gaffs, “I was disguised as a servant girl! It looked like we were necking!”

Thor booms with laughter. They chuckle for a bit before drifting back into silence. 

“Loki…” Thor’s voice is weighted and low, “would you just tell me what is going on? You’re secretive yes, but this is beyond normal.”

Loki’s head thuds against the wall. “I wish I could. I really do.”

Thor pulls his fist to his lips, chest thickening with a deep inhale. “Hhh-RRSHHH-euu!” his nostrils open with a sniff. 

Loki’s voice hollows. “No…” 

“What?”

Loki touches Thor’s forehead. “You’re ill--” A dull hum buzzes his fingers, like pressing skin to an active wire. “You’re leaking lightning, brother.” 

“I have it under control,” Thor grunts.

“For how long?”

“Worry not about me, but about yourself. I got this from you.”

“What? No you didn’t. I--”

Jade light blankets the room. Thor and Loki throw themselves to their feet. The robed Variant materializes next to the scepter, arm outstretched. Loki flings a starburst of green at the Variant, making them stumble.

Thor throws his hammer, clanging it against the Variant’s head. The robed figure stutters backward, careening toward the ground. Before they hit, light envelops them, swallowing them whole.

A fist cuts across Thor’s cheek, having appeared from another portal. Thor, barely stunned by the blow, wraps his hand around the Variant’s arm and hurls them at the wall. 

They brace their palms, stopping their face from splatting. The Variant pushes themself off, spinning to face the brothers closing in on them like a wild animal. 

Loki edges close, keeping his arms tight, hoping he can bait and lunge. But Thor chooses an aggressive move, hurling the hammer again. 

Three things happen simultaneously. 

The Variant dodges into a newly created portal. Their head disappears inside. Loki shouts and heaves himself at the Variant. His fingers close around the winged edge of the robe.

A flash of white blinds Loki and his feet lift off the ground. His stomach flips and suddenly he is stumbling, disoriented and dazed, ears raucous with the thud of his heartbeat. 

He drinks in crisp, minty air, blinking at his surroundings. It’s such a sudden change, it sends him into a full-body shiver and he doubles over, “Hg-shhzz! EGSZZHH-ieu!” fogging the ground with cloudy breaths. 

He straightens, wiping his wrist along his lips and looking around. He is standing in a field of crimson flora. Tiny clovered leaves sifting back and forth in the wind. The gnarled branches of barren, decayed trees claw at the clouds. Twin setting suns carve golden circles in the pink sky. 

The Variant stands several feet away, ankle deep in the brush. 

“Show your face,” Loki demands. “It matters not who you are. I will always find you.”

A familiar laugh rickets from the hood. A sharp yet smooth voice, “Very well.” The hood is removed and as it slips off the entire ensemble, it disintegrates, leaving behind…

It’s…him. Loki. The Variant is…himself. 

Of fucking course it’s me!

When is there ever another Variant?? Just once, Loki would like to see a variant of the goddamn Avengers. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” Loki sighs, planting a fist on his hip. “So, what? Are you after the scepter to reclaim our glorious purpose?”

The Variant laughs, “My mission is my business. For now.”

Loki tilts his head. “How are you traveling through time?”

“Why would I tell you?”

A sputter, “Well, that makes it obvious--you are not pulling your own strings. You’re acting someone’s puppet.”

The Variant’s face contorts, an ember to a flame. Loki certainly knows how to bait himself. “My will is my own. No one rules me!”

Loki flicks an imaginary speck from his shirt. “Of course. I completely believe you.”

The Variant snarls, baring teeth. “My time travel is superior to yours.” He holds up his hand, showing fingers black as decay, the ends cracked and peeling like scales. The decay crawls down his wrist and fades down his forearm. 

His fingers  trill and a gem appears--shining, radiant, power teeming from it.

Loki’s jaw unhinges. The time stone.

“How did you…”

“It fell into my hands from the stars. A hole ripped through the realm, and through it came a sorcerer and a child.” The Variant caresses the gem with a long finger. “I killed the sorcerer. I pursued the girl but she got away. I did find this lovely gift though.”

Fear threads through Loki. He swallows dryly. “It’s killing you.”

“Perhaps. But it is worth the sacrifice.”

Loki has no response. His brain flits around, synapses firing between scenarios, reactions, plans--

The prickle of movement lifts the hairs on his neck. Loki ducks just as the Variant’s blade sings above his head. Loki rolls, splitting himself into four illusions. All of his doubles dart in various directions. 

The Variant fires missiles at each one as Loki clamors toward him. A swift uppercut to the chin catches the Variant but he’s able to whirl into it, spinning and coming back up with a dagger. The blade catches Loki on the cheek, carving a slit into his skin.

Loki stumbles back and the Variant catches the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric in his fist and pulling Loki close. A snakelike smile curves across his face.

“I will let you go with a warning,” he whispers. “If you try to stop me, Thor will cease to be.”

Loki’s heart crystalizes, the ice of adrenaline zinging through his veins.

“Ah,” the Variant’s voice softens. “We are not so different, then.” 

“What does that mean?” 

The Variant leans in, “I’m certain you will learn soon enough.” His fist sharpens, pulling Loki close. So close, their noses touch, fleshy tips scrunching together. So close, their breaths are one. Loki peers into his own eyes, flecks of psychosis dancing within.

“Enjoy your descent into madness.”

The gap between their mouths vanishes and the Variant’s lips fold over Loki’s. 

Magic zings from their point of contact, almost electric in its intrusion. It fills Loki up, lights his nerves on fire, floods his veins. The tips of his fingers wink like emerald stars. His eyes flash wide open, beacons of light blinding the sky.

The Variant’s palm slams into Loki’s chest and he soars backwards, weightless. A shooting star of magic. Dimensions blur around him. He can’t move. He can’t breathe. He is only magic, arcing through time and space, until a veil drapes across his vision.

The last thing he hears are his brother’s dying screams.

#lo/ki #snz fic #illness #snark #banter #angst #brotherly love #mcu loki #snz #whump #slow burn sicfic #there will be quite a few references to the mcu loki novel in this fic #if you have read it

[mistiell]

Hi

I just started following, but I would like an Arcane match-up (male character), if it's alright? I binged it 2 weeks ago after my brain decided it needed new blorbos

I am 26, she/her, nickname JCat. 155.5 cm tall (or a little over 5'1), fair-skinned with moles (but I call them [human] sum spots) stocky build and with fluff (I am a good pillow according to the animals and children that have fallen asleep ob me). Medium-length blonde hair and blue-gray eyes with green around the pupils. Wear glasses and have really poor eyesight (near-sighted)

Personality-wise: in character comparison, I am a genderbent, human Toothless from HTTYD, or a combo of Steve Rogers/Captain America and Loki from the MCU (or Phil Coulson if you've seen Agents of Shield). To clarify, I am a pretty friendly and easy-going person, with a streak of mischief. I tend to be a mom-friend in a sense that I make sure that my friends take care of themselves and give good advice (compliment from my friends). While mostly someone who entertains, I can be quite the trickster should the need arise. But I often try to stay within my morals and make sure I don't intentionally hurt those on my side.

While very good with kids (which is why my mom got me working at a daycare for about 3 years) I don't want my own, due to fear of pregnancy and my driven need to venture out and explore the world. But when it comes down to it, I'd probably adopt an orphan if I've taken a big liking to them.

I'd honestly be the Golden Retriever gf ✨️

Likes include: mythologies, animals, cuddles, adventures, sci-fi, magic/fantasy, plushies, D&D (or any Pen and Paper); LOTR, MCU, HTTYD, Star Wars, and Pokemon are my big main fandoms. I adore the A Capella group Voiceplay.

Dislikes: people being taken advantaged of, narrow minded people...well just people being negative, neglectful, and/or abusive towards each other and nature

A few last notes: I have depression and anxiety, social introvert, neutral good alignment (with some chaos), INFP, Ennegram Type 7.

Hope this helps with the match-up

Have a wonderful month

Urfriendlyneighbornightfury

I match you with…

Viktor!

- You guys would be such a great fit

- He’s also into mythology and sci-fi stuff so you guys would have lots to talk about!

- He’s never had much of an interest in fantasy type things, but it wouldn’t take much convincing to get him to read your favourite fantasy book

- Definitely gets him hooked on the genre

- He considers it a guilty pleasure (even though you have told him several times that it’s not something to be guilty for)

- His response is always, “But Darling, I’m a man of science!”

- You’re both mischievous

- Jayce has his hands full whenever you drop by the lab

- He’s not great with kids, but he’s also not bad with them either

- It’s more that he just has no idea what to do with them

- He he’s honestly pretty indifferent towards having kids. If you don’t want them, he’s totally fine with that

- Most of your dates would probably be something cozy where it’s just you two since you both don’t like going out very much

- He finds your desire to care for your friends and loved ones endearing

- He can’t count how many times you check in on him throughout the day and he’s always grateful when you bring him something to eat when he’s forgotten.

- He does his best to help you through your rough patches with anxiety and depression

- reads up on it and researches different coping strategies

- He loves how excited you get about your interests and will absolutely listen to you and ask questions

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x you #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x y/n #viktor x you #match up event #prompt event

[aurorawest]

Title: Entanglement Author: @aurorawest​​ Rating: E (explicit sex and language) Relationships: Loki/Stephen Strange, Jane Foster/Thor, Loki & Thor, Jane Foster & Loki, Jane Foster & Loki & Stephen Strange & Thor Major Archive Warnings: none Word Count: 34.2k Summary: On a routine patrol expedition, Loki and Stephen find an adrift Dark Elf harrow. There are no survivors—or so they think, until they hear a baby crying.

There’s nothing to do but bring her back to their ship. But the question of what to do next raises the specter of Loki’s complicated relationship with his own father and the secrets kept from him. And it leaves Loki and Stephen to figure out what a family looks like, when they both think they decided that question long ago.

read chapter 9 here!

They both watched her, neither of them speaking, while she babbled. “She’s getting more talkative, isn’t she?” Stephen finally said.

Smiling sadly—and glad Stephen couldn’t see his face—Loki said, “Yeah. I wonder what her first word will be?”

“Hopefully not ‘fuck.’ She’s probably heard us say that a few too many times at this point.”

Loki snorted and reached back to tangle his fingers in Stephen’s hair. “We can tell whoever adopts her that it’s a Dark Elf term of endearment.”

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#froststrange #strangefrost #loki odinson #stephen strange #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange #doctor strange fanfiction #entanglement #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction

[babygirlthor]

Boop the Snoot

Summary:

Space finds Loki in all his forms captivating, and deals with these weird feelings in the only way they know how.

or: Space boops Loki's snoot and he has no idea what's going on.

also on AO3

Space was staring at him. They did that a lot, actually, and they didn’t even attempt to be subtle about it. They weren’t even pretending to watch the television program they chose to put on. Loki was only fine with the chatter from the television because he was excellent at tuning out unwanted background noise.

From experience, he knew that without a distraction, Space would still be right there next to him, on the couch, but far more distracting. There was only so much he could tune out without an actual barrier, after all.

Loki pretended not to notice and kept his eyes flickering from the book in his lap, to the parchment beside him. His hand kept going through the motions of taking notes from muscle-memory alone, scratching out random runic letters, but forming no actual words. Even without a spell or an amateur rune, he could feel his skin to tingle, knowing he’s being watched.

He doesn't mind it, not really.  He just doesn’t know why. He’s aware that they have a problem with zoning out without realizing it, as they’re still not used to their corporeal form.

“What?” Loki asked, not looking up, voice sharper with irritation than intended, but Space didn’t even stir.

Loki glanced up, meeting Space’s clear silver not-zoned-out eyes. They were sitting cross-legged facing him, hands folded in their lap as they openly stared up at him. They were still wearing that ridiculous oversized, obnoxiously fuzzy sweater.

Space’s eyes widened fractionally, somehow not having expected to be caught, before changing tactics and they smiled that wide, slightly manic grin he knew they did on purpose. It was probably meant to be unnerving in an annoying way, but they only managed to look cute stupid.

They weren’t making eye contact, but rather they’re honed in on the center of his face. Loki had to resist the urge to cross his eyes to see what they’re looking at.

“What?” Loki repeated, softer this time, more curious than truly irritated.

Space was suddenly lurching towards him, knee nearly on top of his book. He barely registered a finger in his face when they gently poked him.

They just… poked him. Right on his nose.

Loki felt his nose scrunch at the unexpected touch, automatically pulling back. He gave Space an offended look. What was that for?

Before Loki could say anything, Space was pulling away, darting back off the couch. Loki looked at them in confusion.

He received no response and Space ran out of the room.

That didn’t clear it up for him at all. Loki shrugged to himself, returning to his research. He could always ask Mind later.

~

Loki curled up in a warm pile, poking at the furs surrounding him until he was deep in the blankets. He doesn't want to deal with anything right now.

Earlier, he had collapsed face down on the bed before shifting into a snake. He just wanted to curl up and stop thinking for a bit.

He nuzzled deeper again, then poked his head out. He was on a warm pillow, piled with furs and blankets he had arranged on and around it.

Loki didn’t stir when he heard Space come into the room. They sat on the bed next to the pillow he was on, and Loki flicked his tongue out almost idly. Space turned suddenly, and Loki felt it as they quickly tapped him on the snout.

Loki pulled back in surprise. As a snake, his eye-sight was terrible, so he hadn’t even seen their hand coming. Space chuckled softly as Loki settled back down, once again ignoring the weirdness.

~

Loki walked into the room to find Reality and Space curled on the couch, the former showing a video on a tablet, with peppy music playing. He had seen them watching videos together before, but this time, he was a little more curious. There was a niggling at the back of his mind that he was supposed to be figuring something out but he wasn't sure what.

He caught sight of the video only briefly as he walked past, but then it clicked and he immediately understood.

This was definitely Reality's fault.

~

Loki nearly forgot about the video fully as a few days passed.

When Space complained about being bored, he wasn’t doing anything anyways, so at their request he shifted into a dog and pattered up to them.

Loki barked, demanding Space play with him. They were all too happy to oblige.

“Hold on,” Space said a few minutes later, leaving the room abruptly. Loki cocked his head to the side as Space ran back into the room, holding something in their hands.

They kneeled down, relieving a clear package with some sort of sliced fruit. Loki sniffed at it, immediately intrigued, before pulling away quickly and shifting back to Æsir.

“You’re not feeding me.” Loki scowled. “I am not a dog from one of your videos.”

Space pouted. Though Loki took the fruit from them before he left the room.

It wasn’t until later, when he thought again about those videos again, and that Reality had been the one showing Space, that what he said fully hit him and he realized what just happened.

“REALITY! STOP SHOWING SPACE PET VIDEOS!”

#The summary makes this seem so much more serious than this is #space being creepy #in a cute way #sort of #they just have zero boundaries #loki finds them endearing so that’s what counts #Reality thinks they’re very sneaky #tesseroki #infinoki #my ficlets

[moonbaby26]

Title: Growing Love

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki returns to Asgard and is confronted by his mother Frigga and her accurate suspicions on his newfound interest in Midgard. While you witness the completion of the building erected for you and Loki by the villagers, followed by his return back to you in the night.

Warnings: None this chapter. Just fluff! First Loki and his mental sparring with Frigga who loves him, and then some well deserved cuddling with you who is also starting to.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys , @loveableasshole , @insanitybyanothername , @just-wordsandthoughts , @cringingmemeries

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A few days ago, Asgard

Loki emerged from the light, now back home before the bifrost immediately closed once more. The smug smile remained on his face as your last question still played through his mind. He knew that nickname he’d given you wouldn’t be something you’d let go of anytime soon. In fact, he counted on it. Something to distract and occupy you for the coming weeks until he could return.

It may be selfish of course. But if you were becoming stuck in his mind this often, he had to make sure he wasn’t the only one now having to suffer. Though there was something rewarding about getting to hide you away still. Even if he knew the arrangement in the village would come to light eventually, potentially making these trips to your realm far more problematic.

The sooner he could find an alternate route to Midgard to bypass the bifrost and Heimdall entirely, the better. He could not allow all his future ability to see you to become solely dependent on Odin’s whims.

Whatever the Allfather would think of these risks now being taken though, Loki truly did not care. But historically, whatever he’d most desired always ended up taken away from him in one way or another. Or even worse, absorbed into the limitless well of good fortune that seemed to follow Thor like a miasma. So he had to prepare for that, plan for it really.

Of course, you didn’t seem the type to fall apart so easily over just some long blonde hair and an oversized set of muscles. But Loki had lost count ages ago of how many times he’d still ended up with the short end of the stick whenever his brother had entered any situation. Parading you before Thor wan’t something he was willing to chance just yet either.

No, he had to consider both his father and brother now as threats to these new emotions he was still trying to define. It likely shouldn’t be so, but somehow it always was. They always got in his way.

And as Loki now strode forward, his appearance only shifted to that of a standard royal guard, wishing for a more discreet entrance back into the palace after so many hours away. He had let the adorations of those mortals delay him far more than expected.

But the feel of sitting at the head of that mead hall with you at his side had hit him in such a strange way as well. A fleeting taste which had caused him to linger even further there as he’d fantasized about sitting similarly content on Asgard’s throne one day.

That dream of seizing his birthright was nothing new of course, yet the difference was now the addition of you in that mental image. He wanted you there so suddenly, with loyalty and pride radiating from you for all the court to see. He needed you to want to be his, to be willing to do whatever necessary to defy Asgard’s enemies in his name.

And even now, those thoughts brought a flare of desire that he could not act on. Frustrating as it was, he knew he had to maintain some semblance of patience. Heimdall’s silent stare of judgement didn’t even rile him to speaking either as the still disguised Loki passed silently by the gatekeeper.

He was bold enough to change appearance right in front of Heimdall, yes. But he also knew that until he crossed the line of actually doing something which broke Asgardian law, Heimdall would still keep what he had seen to himself. Travel to Midgard was not yet forbidden after all.

But Heimdall’s current courtesy of silence would only go so far as to delay the inevitable. The clock was still ticking on this secret and Loki knew it.

And unlike Midgard that had still been fully night, dawn was now just breaking in Asgard as Loki made his way back into the palace. The sparse guards he did encounter, he only gave little mocking salutes to. Still in the guise of one of them as he’d mimicked their own protocols before he’d turned the corner into the next corridor and ended up at the massive doors to his own living quarters.

So close to being able to hide himself back away for a few moments before the palace fully awakened, he had just placed his palms on the ornate, golden door handles when a sudden sound made him still completely.

“Good morning, son.” The placid voice called to him from nothing as his mother Frigga only materialized directly behind him.

And there was just that smallest moment of fear inside him. Just the length of a heartbeat before he’d turned smoothly to face her, his own magic dissolving to remove his disguise as excuses bubbled readily to his mind.

Of course he was still in the same armor from all those hours before, the muck of that mortal village even still marring the soles of his boots as he offered her an easy smile. “Well...how long have you been waiting here, Mother?”

Yet she responded just as simply, a gentle look in her eyes. “Not long at all really. I suppose I have good timing.”

But he was still searching, examining her body language for any hint of her actual intention. How much did she know? “I suppose that you do. Have Father and dear brother yet returned triumphant from Alfheim then?” No, he doubted that. The halls would not be near as peaceful if so.

“No. They have not.” She only answered. “...But that is exactly why I thought you may wish to speak to me now while whatever we discuss can still be kept relatively private.”

And there it was. He felt that slight bit of tension in his chest as he weighed his options in quick succession. The foundation with you still wasn’t fully laid, he needed more time to secure things. Even though he trusted Frigga, she and the Allfather went hand in hand in the end. She would not lie to her husband if pressed.

And Odin may forbid this odd new relationship outright, fearing some insult to Poseidon no doubt. If that foreign, Olympian king fully knew that the Asgardian god of mischief was now digging his claws greedily into his youngest daughter without permission, it could easily become a full blown scandal.

Loki hadn’t even bothered to investigate if you were betrothed to anyone in your own kingdom or not either. He did not care. He was a prince and would take whatever he wanted.

Though he knew it better to reveal nothing of you to his own family just yet, he also knew that if he offered Frigga too little in return, she would only step up her efforts to investigate on her own. Motherly concern and all, endearing at times, highly troublesome at others. He’d let her feel as if she had pried a little out of him at least as he played along. “And what is it that we should need to discuss so privately, Mother?” Loki asked calmly at last.

Yet she only smiled, surprising him a little still as she took his arm. “Come. Walk with me. You needn’t play such games. A mother knows when her son is enamored.”

He scoffed, though still letting himself be led as they did begin to walk. The halls were still empty enough this early in the morning for their words to not be easily overheard. “Is that what you think this all about? I think you’re confusing me with that manchild of yours for once.”

“Loki,” Frigga only chided. “It is not weakness to admit such feelings. And yes, for your brother that is an all too frequent cycle. He is not yet mature enough for his relationships to be anything but passing frivolity. But you are different. Which is why it becomes all the more noticeable when it finally does happen. Do not waste breath to deny it.”

He raised his eyebrows, never missing when she did offer even the slightest criticism of Thor. But he was still quick to downplay her insinuation about your importance. “Yet you act as if it has never happened for me before. Just because I’ve been more focused on honing my sorcery skills the last several years, it doesn’t mean I haven’t had my share of frivolity as you call it, Mother.”

But Frigga just gave him a disapproving look then. “Do not be crude just to try and shorten this conversation. There is a clear difference between solely that kind of physical interaction you speak of, and this distraction that has now carried you back to Midgard more than three times now. And you know the significance of the number three in so many of the rituals and rights I have taught you, it-”

“No.” He cut in abruptly. That was the line. If she was trying to say this was already something now beyond his control, something fated, he fully rejected that notion. “I don’t follow the predetermined, Mother. And you know I never want to hear whatever future you’ve seen for me. I will make my own.”

But the queen of Asgard was not one to back down either, responding just as strongly, “And all a witch can see is the possible outcomes, not the one that will truly be. I would never curse you with the burden of such knowledge, even if I were sure. But don’t patronize me to act as if nothing has changed for you. I came here to offer you my help, Loki. If you ever wish to make whoever you have chosen legitimate in the Allfather’s eyes, to actually bring them here one day, you will not be able to do it alone. I hope you understand that.”

“Mother...” He couldn’t help but pause to look in her eyes again, as unexpected as that offer really was. Yet he so quickly grabbed onto the possible other meaning as well in her concern. “You say ‘legitimate’ almost as if I was considered the true heir again. After all, who the future king of Asgard could court would be awfully more important than whoever just a prince would choose, correct? Of course, I suppose a marriage that one day joined Asgard and Midgard would also be significantly more impressive politically than say Thor and Sif, or whoever the Hel he’s galavanting around with these nights...”

She gave him a little hit on the arm at that. Of course he knew she hated whenever he mocked whoever his brother’s current fancy was. But she still just continued. “What should be important to you is finding the person that makes you happy, regardless of their own station. That is the future I want for both my sons. Whichever of you should one day hold the throne.”

Of course she still refused to admit Father’s favoritism that Loki saw all too well. He straightened up a little, that real sincerity in him burning through then. “But it will be me, Mother. I will prove myself worthy to Father, worthy of the throne. One way or another.”

And he hated that sympathetic look in her eyes, even though the real warmth was still there as she answered. “And I still say you’ll be far happier when you focus on yourself rather than chasing the Allfather’s approval. He already loves you both, just as I do.”

That was all he could handle for now, as he took her hand gently, bowing to her slightly before he kissed it. “No, he does not love as unequivocally as you do, Mother. But I do thank you for that. I will consider your offer. Yet I think it is still too early just yet.”

And as he straightened back up, he could see she at least accepted this. She would not dig any further into his visits to Midgard just yet. But he’d only bought additional time for just so long he was sure.“I’m going back to my quarters for a brief rest now.” He told her. “But if you need me any further today, you will find me in the throne room. Where I belong.”

Until Odin and Thor returned from Alfheim, this would be his privilege. His days would be spent hearing any grievances of the kingdom, presiding over council meetings, casting decisions on any changes to security measures, and standing as the head of all the remaining soldiers here for Asgard’s defense.

But at night...at night he’d return to his chambers. And laying there alone, surely that would be when he’d pass the remaining time awake thinking of you. Thinking and hoping that those mortals would hurry up and complete that room and bed for you both.

Whatever they built would still not be to his standards he was sure. But until you could truly lay in his own bed beneath him in Asgard, he would have to accept the compromise of a little hovel of a den for you both in Midgard.

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Midgard, several weeks later

The days passed so slowly for you. You now divided your time between your normal duties monitoring the oceans, and taking that form of the osprey, flying to visit the little village in the north that Loki had claimed for you both.

Never before had you spent so much time around mortals to be honest. And at first you’d still taken every possible measure to remain hidden from their sight. But eventually, that effort grew too tiresome.

After a while, you didn’t stay so high in the trees any longer. Yourself curious to be true, and watching as step by step they’d raised the timbers to begin building that structure Loki had requested.

You still stayed just out of their reach surely, but you didn’t fly away anymore when you saw them take notice of you. They’d even greet you quite frequently now, just calling you that nickname Loki had given you which they thought your real name. Kærr.

Especially the children. Whenever they moved out into the forest to play or gather freshwater from the nearby stream you’d also now discovered, they always giggled and called to you as they ran along beneath.

You’d even noticed that they gradually seemed to stray farther and farther from the village than they had in the beginning. As if your presence alone gave them confidence of their safety. It was such an odd sense of responsibility. One you weren’t quite sure you were ready for just yet.

The days were growing shorter too, the nights far colder by the time they finally finished that building. And as Loki had suggested, it was still quite small. Like a one room cabin really. Though they’d made quite a show of asking for your approval on it, you didn’t know what you were supposed to really do. They seemed to take your silence as a positive at least before they’d left again saying you could now summon your “master” and they would leave him to his privacy in the new dwelling.

You’d still waited until it was late at night though, knowing most the mortals would now be sleeping before you’d finally landed, changing back to the form of a woman as you’d walked to take a closer look at the building in the dim moonlight.

They’d built this also far enough from the village, here in the deeper woods that they could not stumble accidentally back upon it unless they really meant to. So you weren’t afraid of being seen as you’d walked the perimeter curiously.

It seemed sturdy enough. Quaint, but somehow inviting. And as you moved back towards the door, you realized they’d also listened to Loki’s criticism on their village’s carvings needing to be changed to reflect their new protector.

You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized well that likeness as you now ran your fingers across the rises and falls carved into the wood. The cape, the outlines of armor, the horned helmet...

But the real surprise was his pose, one arm bent, raised near level with his chest. And there perched upon that arm, was a bird of prey. You. Looking far more regal than you ever really had right to be you were sure.

There was a mix of mild embarrassment and a strange amusement that rose in you as you took the whole image in. It was quite possibly the only likeness anyone had ever made for you in the mortal realm. And paired with Loki no less.

Eros’ words carried on your heart still as you finally opened the door to venture inside. You knew Eros couldn’t be wrong, not on this subject. But it didn’t seem like it should be true either. How could you be falling in love when you didn’t even know the real meaning of the word? When you’d only had such fleeting meetings with this man?

The little bit of moonlight barely penetrated the inside of the dwelling and you just left the door open to not fully smother the light as you walked in onto the rough wooden floors. Though they’d laid down some rugs as well as your feet found them.

The furniture was sparse and simple, though maybe still the best of what they had to be truthful. A couple chairs, a small table, a chest for belongings, and of course a bed.

There were candles, but you had nothing to light them with as you now sat down on the empty bed. It was certainly a far cry from the large and extravagant bedding in your father’s palace.

But for someone who could just as easily sleep to the rocking of the waves or the silence of the deeper depths, a makeshift mattress stuffed with wool, moss, or who really knew what, really wasn’t a problem.

It was so quiet too. You laid down on your back, just to get the feeling of it as you stared up at the beams which arched into the ceiling. It reminded you most of the beams inside the hull of a ship, which was likely little coincidence. The ancestors of these people were all seafarers.

Idly, you wondered too if Loki had ever been to sea. You knew from those books you’d read that Asgard had waters of its own. But did he feel comfortable on the water? Did he ever sail? Did he swim? And maybe more importantly, would he ever swim with you?

You closed your eyes, thinking what it could be like to show him things he’d never seen before. Would he feel as good under the water as he did above it? Would he ever visit your own kingdom?

Of his own family, all you really knew was the tension and seeming competition between he and his brother. Would any of your own siblings be impressed by him though? Surprised surely. You’d never brought anyone to the palace before. Maybe one day...

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You thought you were only dreaming. Because it wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before. Especially in the long stretches between seeing one another. That scent of him, the feel of his cool skin against your own, albeit only making you feel heated as you breathed in deeper.

It wasn’t until you felt that lightest kiss on the back of your neck that your eyes fluttered open. Laying on your side on the bed, as your vision focused you noticed the door to the cabin was now closed. That and a single candle newly lit, flickering dimly on the small table just a few feet away.

You’d fallen asleep at some point. For how long was unclear. But you were absolutely no longer alone.

“Hello, Kærr.” Loki’s voice came in an almost taunting whisper, using that nickname again.

You were startled, but you didn’t hesitate, rolling over immediately to then be face to face with him in the shifting candlelight.

The glint of his teeth met you as he smiled in amusement. But whatever harsh words you may have thought he still deserved, they didn’t come as you’d also noticed his bare chest now nearly against you.

You had to glance down to realize he wasn’t nude however. But dressed solely in a dark pair of pants as he laid so closely beside you.

“You left the door open you know. I took it as an invitation.” He added, one hand now tracing idly down the side of your dress.

“How long have you been here?” You finally asked, but tellingly not pulling away at all as you let the small touches continue.

“Long enough to realize you’ll have me putting protection spells all around these walls if this is how deeply you really sleep, goddess. Imagine if I’d wanted to do more than kiss that pretty throat.”

You stared a moment. And yes, maybe you should have been embarrassed to be caught so defenseless. But in reality, what real enemies had you ever had? You didn’t live always keeping one eye over your shoulder. Yet...was he implying he would choose to protect you if it ever came to that?

You only shifted closer to him at those words rather than retort though, boldly laying your head against his chest then as you scooted down a little in the bed. You liked the way he tensed slightly too, seeming surprised before he just pulled the bed’s quilt up around you both.

The secure feeling as his arm tightened around you beneath the blanket was also very new. Both of you quiet until it was you who next broke the silence. “Will you stay tonight then?” You could have asked how he’d known you were here, how many times he’d been checking on you via Heimdall, but it really didn’t matter.

All you actually cared about in this moment was how long until you’d have to say goodbye to him again.

His tone seemed unusual, caught off guard still perhaps. But he answered simply. “If it’s what you want. Yes.”

Which likely meant that his father and brother had finally returned to Asgard you thought. But you didn’t want to talk about anyone else right now. This time was now just for the two of you.

“It is what I want.” You confirmed, though not looking up at him in the bed. But with your head still against his chest, you could just hear his own heartbeat. And you didn’t think it was only in your imagination that it quickened at those simple words.

But it was true. You may not understand or be able to express more than this right now. You didn’t know how to talk about love or deeper need. Yet you could be honest to say you wanted him to stay. You wanted him beside you for as long as he could be.

And he just held onto you, staying pressed together as if it should always be this way. But it had to mean something to him too you hoped. Because Loki didn’t seem at all the type of god to do anything if it didn’t fulfill some sort of need for himself as well.

No, you didn’t think he would stay just because you’d asked, unless he’d already wanted to. But you wouldn’t question it out loud, not now as you closed your eyes again.

It likely didn’t take you very long to fall back asleep either to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat beneath your head. Yet even as you did you could also feel the rise and fall of his chest steadying out as his breathing relaxed in tandem.

If he did stay awake to watch you, it only would have been just barely as the two of you remained curled into one another beneath that blanket. He’d asked you once before, though under more lustful circumstances, if you could get used to being with him. You’d answered yes then, wanting the chance surely, but had he meant it in this way too when he’d asked?

Eros had given you the advice to see this through. He said it was the only way to know if your growing love might ever actually be returned by this god. And that was exactly what you were now going to do.

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You Are In Love

Loki x Reader

1989, epilogue

"You are in love, true love."

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 7,106

Warnings: some angst, some unreliable narrator, fluff, me being a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the very end- the epilogue, and it is based on the 1989 deluxe song You Are In Love. I really think this is important to the story despite it being an epilogue because I based some of the things solely because I wanted a scene here to happen, I needed that scene. Okay idk how this got so long, I'm sorry! Also, not me stealing quotes from my favourite book… I cried writing this.

A/N2: thank you to @chrissquares for all the incredible dividers she made for my series, and for @nacho-bucky who beta read it all and managed to put up with me. I appreciate you two so much, I love y'all!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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The room was dark and silent as you got into bed, playing the same thing that has been in your mind for weeks now. You heard him in your head, and saw him in your mind as you went to sleep. It hasn't been long since you first saw Loki, but he plagued your mind. Being asleep did not make him go away. You shut your eyes.

The wind felt cold on your skin but your palm was warm as he held you close. When you looked down you found yourself in a dark golden gown, a smile spread on your lips when you looked into his eyes and he took you to dance with him. You saw nothing but him as he twirled you around, your surroundings did not matter as the whole world stood in silence, the two of you were only focused on each other. You were wonderstruck, dancing around with him and looking at his bright blue eyes, you prayed he won't let you go. He only held you lightly with the palm of his hand and the arm around your waist but you felt enough.

He whispered in your ear terms of endearment and you could feel yourself blush. He twirled you around and out of his reach. You danced around all alone, until you turned around and saw Loki sitting on the back of a car, his hand inviting you. You felt your confusion go away as you climbed up to sit next to him, your jeans barely touched his black pants. Then he talked to you.

"Do you remember?" You heard his voice say to you and you turned your head.

"What?" You sat there when Loki talked to you.

"Look up." You heard his voice say to you and you turned your head up and looked at the stars, and your shoulders brushed. A shudder of warmth coursed through you as you saw the brightest star in the sky. You turned your eyes on Loki and the lights turned out.

You woke up in a shudder, heaving, you looked at the clock that mocked you. 1:58.

You turned to the other side of the bed and hoped sleep would take you quietly this time.

•

Loki walked along the bifrost, his heart was beating and racing, it didn't matter how many times he visited Heimdall, he was still anxious for his answer every time.

"Heimdall," Loki greeted the guardian.

"Prince Loki, are you going to ask the same question every time?" Heimdall looked over at the distressed prince. He remembered seeing him, when he was so young, so happy when he snuck him out at night so he can go to see the human woman he fell so hard for. He remembers Loki coming back in the morning with a smile on his face that he has never seen on him before; he remembers the young innocent prince showing him the necklace he carved especially for you, with his insignia on it; he remembers him being hopeful for the future- with you.

"I just want to know how she is."

Now he is an idiot.

"Just like she was the last time you asked me." Loki merely nodded, looking down on the ground. Heimdall waited for him to ask the other question he always asked.

"Is she- is she seeing someone?" Loki kept his eyes down, he held his breath.

"No." Heimdall tried to comfort the prince but he knew the answer won't do. Loki nodded to him, he never knew if he liked the answer or if he wanted you to find someone and be happy even if it is without him.

"Is she happy?"

"Yes, she is. She is happy and content," Heimdall stepped forward and put a hand on Loki's shoulder. "But it's been four years- don't you think there is a reason why she is still alone?"

"She just hasn't found-"

"She won't find someone who will make her happy like you did."

Loki refused to be selfish like he was in the past with you. Now that he understood what you asked him all those years ago at sunset, he refused to destroy your peace. Yet, he refused to forget you.

"However, your highness, she will not be available forever." Loki finally looked up at him, "and forever is not a lot of time for mortals."

"Then what am I to do about it?" Loki has told Heimdall a great deal about you, he never told his mother about you but since Heimdall was the only one who knew- Loki conversed with him after you had a fight, gushed to him about new midgardian stuff you taught him, and Loki knew that he didn't have to hide you from him.

"Do not sabotage your own happiness, it is not a selfish act if both of you will be happy from it. She will be happy to see you again, I can see that." Heimdall looked into the prince's eyes and hoped he could bring some sense to him.

He almost missed the way his eyes shone for just a moment, before the prince turned away to go back to the palace.

"Thank you, Heimdall, truly." Loki turned to him briefly before turning once again.

He wasn't as uncertain as he thought he would be; he pondered as he made his way across the rainbow bridge.

•

You woke up yet again alone, another sleepless night made you long for something you didn't have, leaving you tired. You reluctantly got out of bed, closing the curtains and concealing daylight and opting instead to turn on the lights. You had a long day ahead of you, so you shook the blue eyes that haunted you from your mind, you could almost see them in the shadow at the corner of your room.

It was just a trick of the light. You checked.

You walked out the door, not before taking a double look at the apartment, it was empty but… it felt wrong. You could almost see a silhouette, you must have been losing your mind, you thought, as you turned out the lights and walked to work. But right before you closed the door you sneaked one last glance, and you could still see it with the lights out.

Work had been tedious, Pepper was busy which meant that so were you, but at least you amused yourself in your breaks. Seeing the competitive supersoldiers spar on the mat sure could bring a smile to your face any day.

You weren't lonely by any means, you were happy with your new family that seemed to adopt you the moment you got the job, you were happy with your job, but from time to time you couldn't help but feel… hollowed. Something was not quite right, something was missing and you couldn't figure it out. Sure, you didn't have a boyfriend but that wasn't it. Every guy that hit on you just seemed wrong, you didn't feel the need to get one. You were satisfied and happy… was that enough?

You buttoned your coat to shield you against the autumn chill as you went back home. Happy suggested driving you, Tony basically commanded it but you sneaked out as he was arguing with someone on the phone, waving Happy goodbye as the elevator doors closed. You felt like walking today.

Autumn air swept past you as you walked, you looked through store windows at the TV, one reporter was talking about how there were sightings of the evil god of mischief. You stood there and stopped to look at it, could you have missed him? You remembered when you saw him at the Avengers Tower- when you first met him at the Tower- he left too soon, you fixed yourself in your own mind and watched as the reporter showed pictures after rambling about how dangerous it is.

Your heavy chest breathed again when you saw the photos- Steve's hair has not been like that in years, this was not recent. You shook your head and continued walking.

You remembered when he passed by you, you remember the chill of him that for some reason gave you warmth. And now in the cold weather you could feel it all over again on your way home. You could imagine it, and it was so real there, him being on your left, you could almost feel him breathing on your neck.

You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder. He wasn't there.

Long story short, you were sure you were going insane- having an unexplainable crush on a god you met once upon a time, what was it? Four year ago? You hoped your mind would stop listening to your heart this one time.

You met him one time, you talked a bit before he passed by you, meeting him was rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky- that is what you told yourself at least, when days passed and you remembered him but you didn't see him again.

You shook your head again, shaking him away, you were just chasing shadows and there was no point in that. You knew that and wished logic would calm your racing heart.

•

Loki stepped into the Allfather's throne room and dismissed all the other Asgardians that were there.

"My son, what are you doing?" Odin rose up before he saw the look on Loki's face and with a raised interest he sat down as Loki went up the golden stairs.

"I have a request, it is important to me."

"And you came to ask me to grant it?" Odin raised a brow and studied the god of mischief, doubtful with every moment that went by. This sure is intriguing.

"I am afraid you are the only one that will be able to fulfill my wish." Loki's thoughts were still messy in their silence, scattered in ways he didn't try to collect. He thought about it the whole way to the palace. Even when he was satisfied here, and when he and Thor became true brothers after everything went down… it still wasn't home. It isn't home- it never was since he met you.

"Well do tell me what made you so desperate that you came to me?" Loki took a breath in.

"My love." He breathed out.

"The mortal midgardian girl?" Odin seemed to understand the situation. He never thought it would come from Loki, he never thought anyone would come to him for it, especially not the prince. "What would you want me to do?"

"The one thing only the Allfather is capable of doing." Loki lifted his head up and looked at his father with determination. He was certain with his decision.

•

Loki walked the rainbow bridge feeling different and yet the same all at once- he felt new. But with one weight lifted, another dread took its place.

Heimdall nodded at him with a small smile and Loki found himself returning it, it reminded him of the first night he came back to Asgard after meeting you in Midgard. Heimdall always knew from the start.

He stepped into the Avengers Tower, knowing that by this hour you were probably back at your apartment- at home. He stepped into the living room and found the witch, the billionaire, and the captain there sitting around on the several couches.

"Loki?"

"Captain," The god nodded to him in recognition. He wasn't quite sure what to say.

"What are you doing here?" the god walked around to stand in front of the three avengers.

"I've come to a decision."

"I used to want the Throne, father." Loki continued, "The very one you are sitting on, or the one I'd put on Midgard. As the rightful heir to the throne, and as the King of Jotunheim, I deserve that.

"I was born for it- and so, I used to want the throne. I used to think myself superior to everyone in the nine realms, the mortal midgardians out of all… that was until I met her, my love. When you met your love, father, it didn't change you. You caused ruin and shed blood and now you are sitting on a throne built on that in a world that now I am fit to rule." Loki did not let the Allfather speak in between. He deserved this, he knew that now.

"During the time you were away and under my spell, I made Asgard prosper… look how well it all turned out," he chuckled bitterly. "I used to want the throne but now I realize I just wanted to be acknowledged for my abilities, for my wit, instead of being shadowed to the side- all because you decided to pick up a baby and use it as political gain only to find it useless." Loki took a breath to close his eyes, he remembered it all, he remembered the day he found out about it all, about his glorious purpose his father planned for him.

"And Then I met my love, and she saw everything- all of that-inside me already without me having to prove it to her. She made me realize that I have nothing to prove to you- an abuser who calls himself king.

While Thor is my brother, and I acknowledge that I still am both Odinson and Laufeyson, this is not the home I thought I could make it out to be… by fixing everything else and making the people love me, fear me, acknowledge me. Even when my mother was here, I was not able to be fully myself, not here, not like I was whenever I'd sneak out of Asgard to be with her." Loki smiled, thinking about all of your moments together.

"Those were the sole moments where I felt what a home should feel like- though I never had anything to compare it to, and you made me think that somehow I should be grateful for you- for taking me here instead of dying in the cold, even though you were planning to use me as bait to gain advantage on your opponent.

Then I found her and she warmed her way into my heart and despite it all she still loves me and cares for me and I know that if I ever had a home… it wasn't on Jotunheim or here with my brother- it was with her: In a small apartment in Midgard, surrounded by mortals.

"And so, yes I am the rightful king of Jotunheim and a prince of Asgard, god of mischief… but I also have a home waiting for me in Midgard and I also am in love. And only now I realize all I want I can get, which is the home that I gave up on all those years ago- trying to make this home better. I don't want the throne anymore.

"So now, now I choose her."

"You decided to come back?" The witch leaned forward and asked him, he was about to nod when the captain spoke up.

"What about you saying that you want her to have peace?" Steve crossed his arms and rose up, "You said that as a god you won't be able to give her a peaceful life?"

"Yeah what changed in the last few years?" Tony continued sipping on his drink, casually looking over at the god with an arched eyebrow.

"Well, I came to a few realizations about her and myself which is why I am here now." Loki started, "now I can be what she needs me to be, if she will take me back."

"She still thinks of you, her thoughts are so loud sometimes." Wanda smiles at him, he is still wary with her after she saw inside of his mind. "How did you change then?"

"Well," Loki took a breath. "The ruling god, the Allfather, has the ability to revoke the immortality of a god. And so- I asked my father to take away my immortality."

They stared at him in silence, one in disbelief, one studying him, and one confused.

"So now if I stab you, you will die?" Stark asked and the god rolled his eyes.

"The Asgardian gods were never immortal, we are almost immortal, so even if you had stabbed me before I could have died- I however doubt you would have managed to do any harm to me." Loki dismissed the small man.

"Wait, what about your… magic?" Steve asked and one shrug later an identical Captain America stood in front of him, smirking.

"Patriotism, Justice, god bless America!" Loki shapeshifted back to himself before continuing, "I still have my magic, powers, and the rest of the qualities as the god that I am- that make me way above all of you- I am just not as immortal, and I will be able to live with her properly."

"So, you are like a supersoldier." Steve nodded in understanding, and Loki smiled slightly.

"Yes, but a lot more powerful and better."

Steve shook his head but let out a small laugh.

"So when are you going to see her?"

"Well, I think I wasted enough time already." Loki let out a chuckle, and he didn't even bother hiding the excitement in his blue eyes.

•

Loki hoped his excitement, as well as his nervousness, were hidden- he gave up using illusions around you a long time ago, and it was very long ago but he didn't want to use them now. This time he was going to make it right.

It was weird, not having unlimited time anymore. But his doubts about the decision stopped when you opened the door after hearing his soft knocks.

Your eyes were beautiful, they always were but he missed them terribly, now they were filled with a mix of confusion and excitement. He couldn't help the slight smirk that slipped out across his lips- at least he still had that affect on you.

You had a hard time processing who was at your doorstep, but you could already feel the butterflies blooming in your stomach. So long trying to suppress your weird crush. It seems to be inevitable now that he showed up years later.

When you saw his smirk you realized you must have been staring at him longer than you should have.

"Loki?" his name tasted weird on your tongue, you couldn't place the little spark that flew in your mind, making your head ache a bit.

He brought his hands up and with a light green glow he held blooming flowers in his hand.

"May I come in, love?" you could barely speak with the way his blue eyes shone, like moonlight against the darkness of the night like the suit he wore.

You nodded and stepped back to let him in.

You were certain that when he walked past you and handed you the flowers he had a certain glow to him, like an aura that was visible to the naked eye, it both calmed you down and overwhelmed you, so you looked away.

"These are my favourite, how did you know?"

He turned to look at you and you couldn't help but blush, wonderstruck at the little whispers you could almost hear his eyes hold, a silent question. You couldn't answer.

"I have magic, did you forget, dear?" Loki smiled when you locked the door and turned back to him. "I can read minds."

You laughed, and what a sound it was.

"That's bullshit, I didn't think about flowers now. Can you read what I'm thinking now?" you raised a brow at him, happy to call him on his bluff- you hoped it was a bluff, you'd rather the earth swallow you alive than if he could know what you're thinking while he is here.

"You are wondering what I am doing showing up at your door close to midnight." He took a step towards you. He wasn't wrong. "A little birdie told me."

You let out a nervous chuckle when you saw him standing closer now, but it turned to anger when you understood his words.

"Steve told you?" you went around him contemplating how to kill Steve, Natasha owed you a favor after all; you muttered, "That son of a bitch…"

Loki figured he will go with your answer, it is the easier answer. You came back shortly with a vase and the flowers in the water in it.

"Do not fret, those flowers are special, they have an enchantment on them so they will not die."

At least you didn't have to worry about that, he was so considerate and normal that you almost forgot about the odd situation.

"Why are you here?" You asked and clasped your hands in front of you.

"You told me to come to you if I ever plan to take on the planet again, so here I am." He smiled at you such an honest smile, and you didn't even know why he was so happy, but you knew that smile will linger in your mind like a tattoo kiss. It was so tempting to look at his lips for longer and imagine to yourself what his kiss would taste like. "If I'm honest, you've left quite an impression on me the last time we met."

"Oh?" you hoped the heat in your cheeks was not visible, you bit your lip. "Can I trust the god of mischief to be honest?"

"Of course you can, just trust me." His serious look contrasted your playful one.

"Why do only the untrustworthy people say that?" you mused and smiled at him, hoping to ease whatever tensions you felt brewing in his mind.

"Well, love, that is because the people that you know you can trust don't need to say it." He looked at his shoes and you took the time to really admire him now that he was up close and real.

"Well then, I guess you don't need to say it." You found pride in how he lifted his head and a sly smirk took over. "Do you want something to drink?"

If he was here, after all those years of only imagining him, you could ignore the odd situation just so you could make him stay a little longer this time.

"I'd like that, thank you." You invited him to your kitchen as you made yourself some tea.

"What would you like?"

"Coffee is good." He wondered how far he could take it with you, letting a gentle glow almost reach you when you turned around and he stopped.

"Coffee at midnight?" you questioned him, "Okay, what kind of coffee do you like?"

"I am a god, love, it doesn't affect me the way it affects you," he laughed when you rolled your eyes. "Pick whatever you think I would like."

You nodded at him with a shy smile. You turned away from him and made his coffee as he sat around you at the isle. You felt little tickles in your brain then. You tried to shake them off somehow but when they got stronger you winced at the slight headache.

"Are you okay, love?" god, you were already getting used to the pet name he gave you.

"Yeah, just a headache- nothing tea cannot fix." You laughed and turned back to him and the headache was gone, you couldn't help but wonder if he used his magic to heal your headache. It would be stupid to assume that though, so you stayed silent and took a sip of your tea. You gave him his cup of coffee and your hands brushed- it was one touch but you felt enough to know that he will linger on your skin.

"So tell me," you broke the silence that took over as he kept looking at you with soft eyes. He hummed and urged you to continue, "How can I help you take over earth? Where do we start?"

He laughed and you promised yourself to make sure he will laugh again. And you wanted to hold him, but you held back that urge and relished his familiar- no, comforting presence as you talked through the night.

•

From there you saw Loki around more, at work or when he would invite himself into your house at night or during your day off. You fell so easily into routine with him, he filled the space in your life that used to be vacant, you never really noticed it until he had to go to Asgard for a month to deal with a meeting. He made up for it when he came back though, walking you home that night and the next night, and the one after that…

It did nothing to sooth your crush on the god, it increased it if anything. Whenever you saw him, he would sooth the headaches you were getting lately, you could almost feel the gentle almost featherlike caresses of his magic- it had to be his magic, even if he never said anything, you saw it in his eyes.

You managed to handle it until he followed you around at work- and you were surprised when the Avengers did not even comment on it or flinch.

"You look lovely as ever, my love," he picked the necklace on your neck and your breath hitched at his closeness and the way his fingers brushed your chest and throat, "Always a sight to behold."

"Oh, Loki," you always stammered at his compliments that he shamelessly threw at you, "you're so sweet thank you, I- I have to go now, I need to go to Pepper- I have work, yes work."

You cringed to yourself as you turned around and down the hallway, only to shriek in surprise when Loki suddenly materialized in front of you, causing you to fall… almost.

Loki caught you just before you hit the ground, with a hand around your waist and the other holding your hand and bringing you upwards to him. You didn't dare say a word.

"You know that with a beauty like yours Asgardian princesses could never compare- and for your steadiness I'm certain I could teach you Asgardian ballroom dancing- to help you, of course."

As if it couldn't get worse, your cheeks were heating up, and you were caught in his eyes before he thankfully let you go.

"I assure you I am steady and not clumsy, a person appearing in front of me would catch anyone off guard!" you laughed it off.

"I am not a person, dear, I am a god." At the intense look in his eyes you clutched your hands to your side, holding in a gasp you just nodded and went around him to try and get work done.

If Pepper noticed anything, she didn't comment on it.

•

As the days went on, he became bolder and bolder and you couldn't deny that you loved him courting you this way and knowing that he only has his eyes on you. On some days he was bolder, on others you took the leap to get closer to him when you noticed he was having a bad day, and sometimes he would be so gentle with you the genuine way of it made your heart soar.

It was all gentle touches and intense eyes that you still saw when you closed your eyes in the dark of the night. It was the slowest build up that made you feel like he was always there with you, whether it was in your heart or soul or body, it surrounded you in warmness you didn't know you missed.

And then he asked you out, as you showed him your favourite spot in the park. He just laughed and smiled at you and when you asked why he held your cheeks and asked you out on a date. He wanted it done properly.

So now you stood at your home in your best dress- it was green, you found it in your closet and you liked how it matched the colour of the shirt he often wore.

The doorbell rang so you looked in the mirror one more time, seeing the dress and the necklace he seemed to love. You looked around the dimly lit room and the set table and once you were sure everything was ready- you opened the door.

And there he was in all his glory, you couldn't have stopped the smile you shone at him even if you tried, he seemed to have that affect on you. You could see royalty on him, you could feel it, even when he stood there with a simple black suit.

"Hello dear," he looked you up and down, remembering another night you wore this very same dress, only you didn't wear that necklace, not yet. "You look ravishing."

"As do you, I really like this suit on you." You brushed your hand on his chest, straightening the tie. "Come on in."

Loki stepped into the room, appreciating the memories he has of all of your date nights, even those that you had before the two of you got together. He appreciated every single one of them.

Then he once again looked at you, the candles giving you a glowing aura, making you shine and his breath left him speechless.

The light reflected the chain on your neck, the one he gave you all those nights ago, that faithful night.

"Loki? What are you hiding there?" you laughed at him as you tried to circle him and see what he was clasping behind his back. Only to see green lights as he made whatever it was disappear with a smug smile on his face. "Hey that's not fair!"

He put his hands on your hips and pulled you to him as you tried, and failed, to stay stern.

"You are dating a trickster, love, you brought this on yourself." He laughed at you as a giggle escaped you before you again tried to drop the smile that gave away your true emotions. "It's your fault that you love me!"

His laugh stopped when he saw the wondering look in your eyes and he realized what he had said. Then he backed away from you.

Shaking his head, he laughed it off before putting on a smile that you knew was a cover for his true emotions. He pulled out a golden box, you had never seen something like this before. You knew he was distracting you but chose to let it go- for now, at least.

He looked at you with gleaming eyes, urging you on as you held it and opened it.

You caught your breath when you saw a golden necklace laid inside it. It was fairly simple, but it was golden and even had a glow around it. The pendant of the necklace was a simple circle that held a weird S shaped symbol on it. You looked at Loki as he took it out and held it in his hand.

"What is it, Loki?"

"That, my love, is my symbol. Two snakes circling each other, biting each other's tails, and in a way- they symbolize me."

"That is beautiful, Loki, thank you." You traced the symbol delicately- it was intricate but you could tell it was hand carved. You let him put it on you.

"This way, you will have a part of me wherever you go."

You held back tears and tuned around to face him, jumping in and hugging him close.

"You were right before, you know, I've been meaning to tell you this anyway." You pulled back only by an inch but he went and sat on the couch, so you went ahead and sat on his lap, letting his arms circle you.

"What do you mean?" he asked nervously.

"I love you."

Norns, he was so afraid to tell you back then, but now he wasn't afraid, and all he had to do was wait. He was willing to wait until you were ready, he hoped the light spells he had been casting were doing their work well, he hoped it won't be long.

•

You woke up in your bed, smiling at the golden daylight, you turned around and reached for the other side of the bed, happy to see Loki was still asleep.

It was rare to see him like this- peacefully sleeping. You lightly traced his face, careful with the light bruises he came home with. They were already healing but you still didn't like seeing them. You convinced Loki to let you clean them up, he argued about how he is a god, and yet he let you do it anyway.

"Good morning, beautiful." He murmured, still half sleeping, he grasped your hand in his and kissed the inside of your wrist.

"Good morning, handsome." You smiled at him. "You said I have you for the week, right?"

"I'm all yours, my dear." He pulled you closer now, "I have a few ideas on how to spend these days…"

You laughed and let him kiss you, you were just happy to have him home.

It was a few hours later that morning that you got out of bed, groaning at your sore muscles and chuckling to yourself at the smell of the burnt toast, it was only Sunday.

You put on his shirt and stepped outside to the kitchen.

"Will you ever not burn the toast?" he shrugged at the comment but didn't reply as he tried to break an egg into the pan.

"This is ridiculous." He grumbled to himself. "After all this time and I still don't get it."

"You didn't try to do this that long." You chuckled as he finally gave up and used his magic. "You have only been here with me for like half a year now."

"Right," he fixed himself, quickly coming back to you and serving you your breakfast the way he remembered you used to like.

"Thanks, Loki." You kissed his cheek as he sat next to you. "But how about you take the first bite?"

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from smirking.

"Now, darling, there is no need for that."

"Sure there is, I'll be very amused." You laughed at the look he gave you and how he tickled your side.

"I am not amused."

"You know, for an Asgardian you sound so British."

"False, English people sound like Asgardians." He pointed a fork at you before he ate from your breakfast, you joined in only after he approved of it to your surprise.

You sipped on your tea, sighing at the perfect morning you got to enjoy. That was when you realized that you are in love. In love with a god. You read books after you met him, you knew that this wouldn't last.

"How are your bruises? They seem to be healing okay, do they hurt?" you brushed away a strand of hair out of his face.

"I told you, darling-"

"I know, I know, you're an immortal Asgardian god, you can handle wounds like these." You laughed and hoped he wouldn't see through it. That was the one sentence from the book you read that haunts your brain. It made you remember a sunset, but you've never been with Loki to a sunset, maybe you should go sometime.

"Actually, Asgardian gods are just almost immortal. But I am not immortal anymore." He said, sensing your anxiety, hoping that this information will make it all okay, hoping you will realize that this will last.

"What? Why not?" you should not be delighted by the news, you should be worried of him getting hurt now.

"I decided to give up my immortality, while I still am a god and I assure you I am just as strong as I was before," he took your hand in his and looked into your eyes. "I decided that I want a better, more peaceful, life."

"But why would you-" you shook your head.

"I had my reasons." He kissed the back of your hand,

You nodded to him and looked away, a sinister kaleidoscope of butterflies of hope rose in your stomach.

Maybe some things last forever after all.

•

"I am both terrified and excited." You held onto Loki's arm for support, praying to any god out there that you won't mess it up and stumble.

The gown you were wearing was golden, with a dark glimmer to it, Loki was matching you in his royal suit in black, green, and gold. Loki finally took you to a ball a year into your relationship, you asked to celebrate it here and he complied

Asgard was beautiful, though you were getting a bit lightheaded from it all, it got worse when you entered the ballroom.

"I told you." Loki leaned in to whisper to you as you took in the scenery.

"What?"

"You are more beautiful than any Asgardian princesses in their best dresses." Heat rushed to your cheeks at the compliment, remembering when he so casually said it to you at the tower.

Loki remembered the night he taught you to dance, the one he finally kissed you and told you those same words.

Loki made sure to keep you away from Odin, and put an armor of magic around the two of you, hoping it would ease your headaches. And then you danced in your own little world, around and around until you got tired and Loki took you home.

•

Half a year later you were going to sleep, Loki was right there beside you, holding you close to him as you laid your head on his chest.

"Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight… I love you."

"I love you too." Your lover kissed your head and then as you closed your eyes you felt the same tingles in your brain that you started to get whenever you went to sleep or even when you went to work.

Soon enough you fell asleep and your dreams took you along.

You wandered along places with Loki beside you. You were there with him on a high hill, staring at the sunset. "I'll treasure this moment forever." You heard him tell you but you didn't hear him- no, it was something else. You smiled at him and suddenly you were in your apartment, and you were smiling as he kissed you, you saw two paper airplanes flying around and he said- talked to you. "I told you my way was better." You heard yourself laughing at him and felt yourself bringing him back to a kiss. You were there with him as you ran through the trees until you stopped and climbed up, where was this again? "Come on, Loki, I now a place we won't be found." You giggled to him- no- you heard yourself giggling. Was this a dream anymore? With the growing headache this must be a nightmare. Since when do you have vivid dreams like this? Your apartment looked different as you danced around it with Loki. "I bet you'll look just as beautiful in an Asgardian dress. Like a true Asgardian goddess." But no- he couldn't have told you that there. You felt ecstatic as he leaned in to kiss you right there, it's your first kiss. No, it wasn't. You felt it all, you knew this was inevitable. Did you know that? Your head was spinning as you saw that golden necklace you found in your drawer. "It has my symbol on it, two snakes circling each other," biting each other's tails. No, you must have read it somewhere. Then you walked towards the spot in the park that you loved, at least that was familiar. "You will get a cold if you keep sitting in the rain, don't you have an umbrella?"Loki looked at you, he seems so much younger, you got shivers from his blue eyes. Your head hurt more and more, you didn't know where you were. All you felt was confusion. You saw the bifrost and there you saw the man with the golden eyes greeting you, he knew you- he knew everything. Did you know? "Do you remember?" Loki came home to you, with a fake smile which turned real when he said "I love you." He loved you. In Asgard yet again, why were you saying goodbye? "Promise you'll get me back, Loki." And then he bowed- but you already knew he was going to do that, the dream didn't have to tell you- "I'll see you around, my love." You remembered.

"I'm going to miss you, even if I won't know it." You did miss him, you missed him all along.

You waked, shot up from Loki's grip, with a hand over your mouth. You could hear the hushed whispers of memories in the silence of the bedroom; you could feel him on the way home even when you had nothing but his necklace; you could see it all now in a kaleidoscope of memories playing with the lights out. You were in love with him- you were in love with him over and over again. You never stopped loving him.

Now you saw it all: yes Loki was your lover, but before that- a lot of things happened before that, he was your best friend.

Loki woke up to the strange look on your face, rising up to be face to face with you. You paused before looking at him and he teared up at what he saw.

"You're my best friend." He saw you- his love- and now you saw him. And he knew what it was, you came back to him.

He took you in and held you close in a hug, laughing as tears ran both of your faces.

"So, 1989." He brought you in for a chaste kiss.

"What?"

"It's been 1989 days since the last time you remembered me." You chuckled.

"Took me that long?"

"It felt like an eternity." You tentatively caressed his cheek.

"Why did you give up eternity for me?" you asked him and he laughed as if it was obvious.

"The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment- and I couldn't do that, not without you." He pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, "and now- now I get to spend my eternity with you."

You leaned in to kiss him once more, savoring it, you knew: You were ready to fall in love with him all over again.

You lost each other, but you found each other again, and somehow that was everything.

•

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