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ynyaan · 4 months

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𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⚔ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩-𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: Loki didn’t lack in giving you anything. He was attentive to your needs and is a surprisingly good lover. Alas, his endless gifts and spoilings leave you feeling guilty for receiving so much. You have never asked for anything specifically until one day; you had an ache to take something of his. “I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?”

.ᐟ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣

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Loki has never failed to give you anything. Actually, most of his gifts are of his own accord. From silver jewelry to gems of every color, he gave whenever he could. You have always been grateful for it, but constantly receiving gifts knowing you can never repay them, leaves a bubbling guilt inside your stomach.

“Loveee!” A cheerful voice enters the living room. You were sat on the kitchen counter eating fruits while the large television played a nostalgic show.

“Loki, you’re back!” You grin. A smile you will forever greet him with everytime he comes back unscathed.

“Of course. I have a gift to present my divine goddess.” Loki motioned to his hand. A pink paper bag he had held tightly was now waving at your face. An excited ‘Oh’ formed at your lips as you grab whatever is inside. A soft texture arrives at your touch as you take it out. It was a fluffy textured box usually containing rings.

“Loki…” You began, “I told you, I dont need THIS many gifts! You’ve given more than enough!” You try to protest, but a hand to your face stopped your antics.

“Darling, I will spoil you as I please.”

“Yes but why must all of them be top-grade? Treasures that I cannot repay!” You pouted, your eyebrows pressed together.

Loki grabbed your cheek and caressed it softly. “I will only ever give you gifts worth your time, sweetheart.” Before you could exchange another sentence of no’s, the phone ringing suddenly filled the room with a repetitive chime.

Loki released his hold on you and walked further away to pick up his phone. He was speaking but it was inaudible. His facial expression created tension among his bones. Instead of wondering what they were discussing about, you instead took in Loki’s length and the extent of his obsession with coats. His pants that were worn out from battle and a dagger…

A dagger that shone gold and green, attached to his boots. The pocket being sheer enough to see through the detail of the weapon. It was by far, one of the most gorgeous daggers you’ve seen Loki owned. It’s silver hilt that had ‘LOKI’ engraved in little letters.

“(y/n)?” Your head snaps back to Loki walking to you.

“So? What do you think of the gift?” He grins, all the stress from his face faded away without a trace.

You nod, “its beautiful, of course. I love it. Thank you Loki.”

Days flew by, yet the ache in your heart would not stop bubbling. Your mind had an itch you could not satisfy, a picture popping up in your mind the moment your eyes fluttered close.

You wanted that dagger. To use something of Loki’s, something flashy yet something soft to your touch. Unfortunately, you would rather go mute than ever ask anything from him. He has simply given you way too much, things and memories you simply cannot repay.

“Somethings wrong.”

His voice snapped your train of thought. The fruits you've been cutting have taken you atleast 20 minutes already. You hum in response before feeling his arms wrap around your waist behind you. “Tell me what it is that troubles you, my sweet.”

You bit your lip. Why on earth do you even wish for that stupid dagger? Your vanity table that had trinkets and jewelry in every box and corner, your closet filled with every type of clothing all painted in your favorite colors. Why do you want something of his? Something you barely would use anyway!

“I-,” you shut your eyes tight. Unable to keep the frustration in.

“Go ahead.” Loki snuggles his face onto the crook of your neck. He tightens his grip, encouraging you to go on.

“I- um, whew, I want…I mean, Ive been wanting something.” You sigh in relief, glad you could finish your sentence.

Loki releases his hold on you, turns you so that you are met with his face. His eyebrows is raised and a grin is formed by his lips. He chuckles lightly, “You want something…” he buries himself on your shoulder. This might just be the first time you actually ask for something specific from the God of Mischief.

“I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?” He teased, yet your feelings wavered. How could he think he’s not doing his ‘job’ right when he’s actually given way too much?

A louder chuckle escapes his lips as you feel him grin against you. “I had simply meant that I hoped to give you the world.” He whispers softly, enough for you to hear.

He faces you now, grabbing you on both your shoulders. “Tell me, my sweet, sweet, lover.” He puts his point finger under your chin and tilts it slightly higher. “What is it that you wish for?”

You lowered your head realizing how ridiculous your next words will sound, wanting such a simple thing yet asking for it sheepishly. “…dagger.”

Loki’s eyes lit up. He raises his hand and suddenly something shone brightly from it, he had summoned the exact dagger you wanted.

“Im glad it caught your eye. Its a special design you see, something unique from all the others.” He grabs your hand and places the dagger inside of it just before kissing your fingers.

“Remember, everything I have is yours and soon enough, I will have, the nine realms.” You nod as you clutched his new gift.

“Thank you, it truly is magnificent.”

𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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The Sweatpants [Avenger!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki being a sex god in sweatpants. That's it, really. A bit of plot involving Bucky. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Massive thirst for sweatpant!Loki. Smut. Fingering. Sex. Language. Sexual tension. Detailed descriptions of Loki in sweatpants. A/N: It had to be done.

“Even if you were the last man on this planet Loki Laufeyson I would never fuck you.” you hissed, “Never.”

“What about another planet? There are quite a few you know.” he said calmly, the trademark smugness radiating from his stupid smug face.

You groaned in frustration as he chuckled. The doors which led to the outside world away from your infuriating colleague refusing to open despite your repeated attempts.

“…and I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that- “

“-That you're not a ‘man’ - I get it…we all get it…Jesus H Christ.” you huffed as you swiped your key-card again at the exit. The red light flashed mockingly. Why did it never seem to work with him around?

Since an ill-thought-out session of heavy petting at one of Stark’s parties, Loki wouldn’t leave you alone. Everywhere you went, there he was – with a horny glint in his eye and a suggestive comment on his lips.

“Wrong God, darling - but you’re getting very close…” he leant over you, pressing his large hand gently over yours, guiding the key-card in your fingers through the grooves. The green light flickered.

You rolled your eyes, sighing loudly.

“Laufeyson…let me be clear. You could be walking around this tower looking like an Abercrombie and Fitch model and I still wouldn’t be interested. OK?”

Loki was silent. His piercing gaze running over your resolute face as he folded his arms over his suit, containing a smirk. God, he was so smug.

“Fine.” you said, breaking the silence as you pulled the door mercifully towards you, “I’ll see you around.”

Loki waited until the glass pane slotted back in place, watching you leave with a confident spring in your step. It was adorable when you thought you had bested him. “Indeed you will, Y/N.” he murmured to the empty hall. ---

You strolled into the kitchens a few hours later with both hands laden with groceries, heaving one bag awkwardly up to the counter as Bucky ran up behind you, catching a bottle before it hit the floor.

“Nice catch!” you smiled, as he brought the hot sauce to safety.

“No worries doll…you doin’ alright?” he said as he leant against the counter with his metal arm, angling to peek inside the bags.

You nodded. You wanted to vent to him about Loki’s unrelenting flirtations, his appearances which seemed to be becoming more frequent, his heavy innuendos which made your imagination rattle with possibilities. You wanted to ask Bucky’s advice to make it stop – but then you might need to take it.

Your laughs rang around the kitchen as you and the Winter Soldier unloaded that week's junk food. The sound of Guns n’ Roses blared from the speakers as he recounted Steve’s recent attempts to make him cut his hair, "…untidy, apparently. He’s obsessed. So anal.”

You reached to place another of Thor’s boxes of pop-tarts on a high shelf, stretching your arm as you raised on your tip-toes.

“Oh, hey man.” Bucky said casually from behind the open cupboard door. You leaned backwards, peeking out ready to greet whoever it was that had just walked into the kitchen as you slotted the box in place.

Loki sauntered barefoot across the floor as your eyes widened.

He was topless; dark curls hanging around his jaw, brushing against his naked collarbone. The god’s broad shoulders swept down to toned biceps which flexed effortlessly with every stride, making your breath hitch.

A pair of grey jersey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the ruched waistband sitting snug against his pelvis as soft material fell fluidly down his legs. His face was neutral; sharp cheekbones framing exquisite features as he reached the counter and picked up a bag of pretzels.

“Barnes.” he replied lazily, pinching the bag between his fingers and opening it.

You turned your attention back to the pop-tarts, rearranging the boxes on the top shelf and trying to compose yourself as they exchanged pleasantries.

“…I would, but I don’t think Y/N would be interested in playing with me.”

You closed the cupboard door, leaning against the counter as Bucky’s gaze flickered between you and Loki warily.

“Interested in playing with what?” you said, being sure to look at Loki’s eyes and only his eyes.

“With me.” Loki replied, tilting his head towards Bucky, “…and him. Monopoly, was it?”

Bucky nodded silently, clearly wishing he hadn’t suggested it.

“I’ll play with you – just don’t be too sore when you lose…I know what you’re like.” you quipped, grabbing a glass and turning on the tap.

Bucky mumbled about setting up; making his way to the sofa area as Loki leant beside you on the counter, regarding you curiously.

“Excellent idea Y/N – the last thing you want during a spirited game is to be thirsty.”

You turned your head, the expanse of his perfectly defined chest straight in your line of vision as you slowly raised your gaze. His tongue darted to run across his lips as he bit down gently, drawing them into his mouth as he watched your reaction.

“Shit!”

Water overflowed from the glass spilling over your hand as he chuckled, turning to walk towards Bucky who was shuffling cards.

You wiped your palms on your skirt, unable to draw your eyes away from Loki’s muscular ass shifting beneath the soft fabric; his long legs moving gracefully across the floor with soft pats from his bare soles.

With the two men occupying the sofas, you took a seat on the floor to complete the triangle, resting your elbows on the glass coffee table as Loki brandished the sheet of rules like a royal decree.

“I will be the Gamesmaster… so I shall be the overseer of any infractions--“

“Dude you’re literally the God of Lies – no way are you 'overseeing' anything…”

You let them bicker as you pressed the metal game token between your fingers. You couldn’t stop staring. Loki’s body was angled towards his adversary, one long leg drawn up to rest under the opposing thigh.

“How dare you insult my pre-ordained authority in this manner…”

His bare torso was tight, the side muscles of his abdominals clearly defined as the ripples danced tantalisingly in front of you. You followed the lines down to his lower stomach, where a fine trail of dark hair ran beneath the band of the sweatpants. His muscular hips creased slightly as he bounced with animated irritation, the thin lines forming on his smooth taunt skin at the edge of the tantalising material making your mouth water.

“Look man, all I’m saying is if someone’s gonna cheat it’s the guy with the magic pockets alright?”

Loki ran his large hands down his thighs, pressing into the skin beneath the soft cotton which clung to him. You could see the muscles shifting underneath his touch, fighting for space against the fabric which constrained them. His palm crested in waves as he slid down his legs firmly, riding the landscape of his sculpted body as he tried to centre himself.

“Your feeble mortal mind cannot begin to understand the complexities of my abilities and why I would never--”

“-- I literally saw you use magic to skip the line at Starbucks the other day so don’t even man…”

Your mind was racing, heat rising in your cheeks as you willed yourself to break away from the sight of the God of Mischief’s insanely hot body wrapped in your sexual kryptonite. It was as though your brain had been in self-preservation mode for the previous ten minutes…and now it had imploded.

Loki had leant back on the sofa, his hands clasped together over his face as he struggled to contain his frustration. His defined stomach clenched under impatient laughter, his bare feet now firmly on the floor as his hips widened. The stretch of those damn grey sweatpants created an inviting curve between his thighs that you wanted to bury your face in.

You noticed that the waistband of the joggers had crept lower. It teasingly revealed the dents of his hipbones, flashing invitingly between the expanse of firm flesh that held the deep V of his lower stomach in definition that would put even seasoned models to shame. Shit, he really was a God.

He shifted again, propelling himself upwards to rest two thick forearms on those perfect thighs. Fuck, how you wanted to bite into those thighs.

You wanted to sit on them. Grind your pussy deep into the expanse of his rock-solid lap beneath you. You craved feeling the soft scrape of the jersey sweatpants against your centre, marking the fabric with your wetness. His biceps strained against the pressure as he bore down on his femurs; shoulders flexing as he wrung his hands together in frustration.

Between his legs you saw the outline of his legendary cock shifting, the one you’d felt pressed hard and rough against your ass the night of the party as he ran his hands down your dress towards your needy clit. The dancefloor had been full, and dark. You had spun to face him, wrapping your legs around him when he raised you to press yourself against his straining length – the moan that had escaped him had been fucking primal. You shivered.

“This is why people don’t like you Barnes you’re so difficult—”

“Wow, wow buddy, I’m difficult? You’re the king of difficult—”

“Well at least I’m King of something, you pompous one-armed scrub…”

“Nice self-burn there pal, shouldn’t you be actually ruling something by now in your five year plan?”

You stood silently and walked back towards the kitchen as the voices became heated behind you, picking up Loki’s discarded bag of pretzels to distract yourself from the sea of pooling wetness between your legs.

The sound of metal clanging against the thick glass table rang as Bucky flipped the untouched Monopoly board, scattering cards and paper money across the floor before striding out the doors.

Loki looked at you with eyebrows raised, a look of amusement in his eyes as he feigned innocence, “I think that means I win by default?”

You rolled your eyes as you crunched another pretzel, trying not to acknowledge him as you spied the god stand and re-adjust the waistband on his hips from the corner of your eye. He approached as you methodically cleared crumbs.

“I take it from your lack of interest that this is not…’Abercrombie and Fitch’ enough for you?” he murmured over your shoulder, his tone notably more earnest than you were used to.

You turned with a smart retort hovering only to be met with his face inches from yours, his bare pecs tantalisingly close to pressing you against the edge of the counter.

“...I had to ‘Google’ it? But I must say, I thought this was a fairly decent attempt.” he smirked, as your eyes involuntarily ran down his stomach – God you could slice bread on his hip muscles.

“They’re just sweatpants, Loki” you choked; the need wavering in your voice as you inhaled the delicious scent clinging to his neck.

“Oh darling. You and I both know that these are not just sweatpants.”

You swallowed. His forefinger began tracing up the bare skin of your thigh, teasing underneath your skirt as he watched you intently for signs of resistance. The tip drew lazy circles on your tingling skin, pressing gently towards your soaking core. Loki’s coy smile widened as his touch drew shortened breaths from your lips, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

“Go on, Y/N …you know you want to.”

His words were like a starting pistol. Your starved hands flew to his torso, feeling the waves of his muscles as they slid down his waist. They found the ruched material of his waistband, snug to his impeccably lithe frame as you slipped your fingertips underneath the material and ran them around the tight fit to press into the top of his ass.

A low moan escaped you as he placed his hands on either side of your body, placed firmly to the counter.

Like a woman possessed, you slid your digits to the front of his sinful attire, reaching down to grasp his newly hardening cock which stood proudly against the willing fabric. You squeezed.

Loki’s slid his tongue desperately into your mouth, keening into you as your hand moved fluidly up and down his manhood. Tendrils of his dark hair fell across your face as you felt two fingers enter you with ease, curling deep inside as you groaned into him. The soft material of his sweatpants rubbed against the fronts of your legs as he knocked them wider, his knuckles already soaking with your arousal as he began to pant under the movement of your hand.

Your eyes flickered to the kitchen entrance, the brazen display between you and Loki on full view if anyone walked through those doors.

Adrenaline like drugs hitting your bloodstream flowed as Loki’s palm shot upwards, rubbing against your swollen clit as you moaned into his open mouth; fingers still wrapped around his thick velvet cock.

“I want you, Loki.” you panted between heavy breaths, as his fingers slowed their thrusts.

“I’m sorry darling? What was that?”

You could feel the flex of his jaw against your cheek as he enjoyed a hidden smile of smug satisfaction, the perfect accompaniment to his goading words.

“You heard me Laufeyson…” you groaned, “…fuck me.”

He withdrew from you, stepping backwards. His waistband snapped to his hips at the departure of your touch, the pink tip of his engorged cock poking teasingly out of the top of the trousers flush against his flat stomach as he ran his eyes down your body thoughtfully.

“Just so I’m clear Y/N – you are now ‘interested’ in me?”

You pressed your eyes shut, screwing your face up in a silent grimace as you reluctantly relinquished the game with a nod.

“As I suspected.' he smirked, 'Now say please.”

You opened your eyes, disbelief clouding them at the return of his cocky demeanour so close to your submission. He really thought he was irresistible. Although wearing those damn sweatpants, he was right.

“…fuck me please.” you murmured through gritted teeth, watching a devilish smile curl on his lips still wet from your needy kisses.

Loki ran his hands through his curls, revealing the sharp jawline beneath as his biceps flexed to his sides. His chiselled stomach stretched as he raised his arms, the edges of the sweatpants lowering teasingly against the movement. You felt like passing out.

“Turn around, darling.” he growled, his bulging thighs outlined perfectly against the thin cotton as he squatted slightly, his hand reaching down the front of the trousers to grip his straining cock.

You turned, hips colliding against the low cupboards as one of Loki’s hands pressed on your lower back making you bend. Placing your elbows obediently on the counter, you closed your eyes in anticipation. The vibration of blood rushing to your pussy was electric, the slick entrance between your thighs ready to be filled by Loki’s perfect arousal…finally. You had no idea why you had fought it for so long.

The edges of your skirt breezed upwards, swept to the side as a low hum of approval floated from behind you at the sight. Your breath hitched as his thick tip grazed against your soaking lips, rubbing it teasingly through your folds.

“Lokiii…” you keened, as you strained against him – the strength of his palm on your back preventing any movement. A dark chuckle radiated behind you, before Loki’s wide girth mercifully slid inside you, bottoming out in one slow thrust.

A low rumble of satisfaction dripped from your throat as he filled you, muttering dirty praises from behind as you took all of him effortlessly.

He thrust upwards, the fabric of his trousers which had been pulled down to expose his long cock rubbed against the back of your legs. The feeling coursed over your skin making you clench; the clandestine nature of the fuck heightening every sensation.

He angled himself to hit the sweet spot in your channel; making you whine beneath him, your forehead lowering to lean against your arm as you moaned his name pathetically. Two strong hands made their way to your hips, pulling you back firmly onto his arousal as he purred behind you; calling you his good girl, telling you how well you were taking him. You were definitely going to pass out.

You extended one hand behind your shoulder, grasping for purchase as he hovered before crashing his lips to yours sideways in a desperate kiss.

His firm nakedness pressed against your back; the heat from his skin making your body flex as you teetered on the brink of a devastating climax. Your twisted hand sought the hips behind you, clawing at the sweatpants as he thrust into your dripping channel again and again. Your needy fingers gripped the fabric of his lowered waistband, trying to pull him deeper as you felt the ripples of orgasm fire in your belly around his mighty cock.

Loki moaned wantonly in your ear, the primal sound sending you over the edge. You braced against the countertop as you came hard, a growl of his name falling from your lips as you tried to mute your cries of pleasure.

With a final snap of his jersey-clad hips, Loki spilled his seed inside your channel – your orgasm had been too much to bear. Long curls trailed across your neck as he pressed you down, flattening you against the cool surface below as he panted through his intense release with a loud groan.

You closed your eyes as you listened to his breathing, pining the loss of his cock inside you as he slowly peeled his chest away from your back. Turning towards him, you watched as he slid his lowering manhood back inside the grey fabric, twanging the snug waistband with a snap before raising his wickedly sensual gaze to yours.

“I am amazed that your resilience was broken by a mere piece of clothing, Y/N. Truly…” he drawled sarcastically as he hoisted himself up to sit on the counter.

You inserted yourself between his spread legs, running your hands up the material which clung like heaven to his muscles– the pangs of lustful need still fluttering in your core as you stared up at him.

“Oh ‘darling’” you echoed in dramatic imitation, “You and I both know that these are not just sweatpants.”

Loki winked, a flirtatious smile edging across his lips as Bucky stormed back through the kitchen doors, looking at his phone.

“and another thing – where do you get off telling Thor I’ve been eating his Pop Tarts man, he’s sent me a screenshot…we’re supposed to be on the same si-“

He stopped, taking in the scene before him as you and Loki both looked up with eyebrows raised in anticipation. Bucky gestured towards you, a low laugh radiating from him as he shook his head with a smile.

“I really didn’t think it would work Y/N, I swear to God…Loki you win, man. You’re the King. I owe you twenty bucks.”

Your eyes flickered to Loki as he chuckled apologetically beneath you, understanding dawning as you realised they had been in cahoots all afternoon.

“Cool… well I’ll leave you to it but uh… wash those sweatpants before you give em’ back to Steve ok? He’ll know and then I’ll be in deep shit.”

Bucky pointed to Loki before tipping you a salute, walking backwards through the kitchen doors as your eyes fell to the God of Mischief’s lap, a wet patch of cum leaking out across the fabric.

“You really need to get a pair of your own sweatpants, you know.” you muttered, palming the source of the growing stain.

“How about two?” Loki replied, reaching around your waist to pull you closer between his open thighs.

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nervouseden · 9 days

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Loki & Kisses.

Pairing: Loki x G/N reader.

Warnings: Kisses, touching, dirty talk, no use of Y/N, gender neutral reader, reader not described, reassurance, Loki (Yes Loki is a warning, he's hot, and sweet, and perfect.), fluffy, leaning on smut, established relationship, use of pet names (Darling, Love, Sweetness, ect.), biting, (light) choking, suggestive ending, silly little head canons, praise, Loki is sweet, kinda a drabble,

These are some of my head canons for Loki revolving around kisses/kissing. The second section is where things start getting more... spicy...?

Although he'd never admit it, Loki loves to kiss you. Everywhere. All the time.

Loki likes to sneak up on you, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around you, placing soft pecks on your shoulder blades and neck.

He'll mutter sweet words to you as his soft lips shower you in affection

"You're so perfect, Darling."

"Taste so sweet."

"You're my favorite."

"Miss you all the time, Love."

It doesn't matter if you're shorter, taller, or the same height as Loki, he'll find a way to rest his chin on your head or shoulders...He can shapeshift, after all.

Loki loves forehead and chin kisses, giving and receiving.

He likes to pepper your face in kisses, especially when you lay on the couch together, which puts him at the perfect angle to attack you with soft lips.

If you're wearing something (or nothing) that shows your shoulders, Loki pounces.

He'll wrap one arm around your waist, the other hand rubbing your shoulder as he kisses it.

The shoulder kisses usually evolve into love bites.

Loki will gently press his teeth into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a small mark, one he'll skim with his lips throughout the day, and possibly the night.

Hand kisses are another favorite.

Loki will take your hand, pressing his lips to each knuckle, murmuring about how much he loves you as he does so.

"My angel."

"I love, sweetness."

"You're everything to me."

He'll turn your hand over, so your palm is facing up, and will press his lips to the big vein under your wrist.

Loki will move from your wrist, to your palm, peppering chaste kisses to every inch of it.

Then he'll kiss the tips of your fingers.

He secretly loves it when you kiss his hands.

Loki likes to pull you onto his lap, he doesn't care if you're bigger or smaller than him, he does it anyway.

If you're ever insecure or worried when you're on his lap, Loki will do everything in his power to rid you of those thoughts.

"Hush, Darling, you're perfect."

"I like having you on me, you're like my own life sized Teddie bear."

"But you fit into my lap so perfectly."

"I'm a god, Love, you're like having a kitten on my legs, relax."

"But you're so warm, don't go."

When you're on his lap is his favorite time to kiss you.

Loki will wrap his hand around your chin, gently pulling your face towards his, pressing his forehead against yours before joining your lips.

No matter what, it doesn't matter what he's eaten, or had to eat, or anything, Loki always tastes like a mix of mint and the way pine trees smell. It's strange, but nice.

Loki's kisses start out gently and soft, never wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.

He holds your face in his hand, the other resting on your knee, rubbing small, affectionate designs on your skin.

Loki will always follow your lead.

If you keep the kiss slow and soft, affectionate and innocent, he'll work with that, pouring his love into your lips through gentle kisses.

He'll just have to ignore his boner want for more.

He's gotten good at that.

But, if you decide to press forward, putting more heat into the kiss, Loki will happily oblige.

Loki moves his hand a little higher up your leg, gently squeezing your mid/lower thigh.

He'll swipe his skilled tongue across your lips, a warning before he dips his tongue into your mouth, pressing against yours.

Loki will gently push you down onto your back, a growl leaving him as he climbs over your body, his lips crashing with yours non-stop.

"Fuckin' perfect."

"Look so good under me,"

"You taste so good, Darling."

Loki never fails to praise you.

Even if it's not a turn on for you, it definitely is for him.

He'll grip your cheek with one hand, gently holding you in place as he assaults your mouth with kisses and nips (although he doesn't hold you so tight you can't move away, he never would, he doesn't want to hurt you. Ever.)

Speaking of that, Loki's lustful love bites don't stop at your shoulders.

Loki gently bites on your bottom lip, pulling back slightly, sucking on your lip before going back to kissing you.

The hand that isn't holding your face, runs up your body, his slender fingers wrapping around your neck, barely squeezing the sides every now and again. Never enough to hurt you.

Loki will keep you on your toes, randomly squeezing your neck or biting your lip.

He knows that unfortunately, even though he never wants to stop kissing your perfect lips, you do need to breathe. Bummer.

His lips will hesitantly leave yours, but will never leave you.

Loki will travel his kisses to your jaw, biting and sucking at your skin, going for all your sensitive spots.

"Wanna make you scream for me, Love."

Loki loves his dirty talk. So do you.

"Gonna worship you."

Loki isn't lying when he says that– He takes his sweet time.

Loki will move from your jaw to your neck, resting his tongue flat against the hollow of your throat, then licking a strip up to your chin.

"Taste so sweet."

He'll suck, bite, kiss, and lick your neck, never leaving one spot untouched, unappreciated.

"Gods, Darling, you are incredible."

Somehow, you're usually not entirely sure when, your shirt came off.

Now, Loki is sucking on one of his many love bites on your shoulder from earlier.

"Divinity in itself,"

Loki's praises never cease as he starts to kiss your sternum, his hand still occasionally squeezing your neck, often in time with small bites.

"I love you so much, sweet thing."

Loki will kiss and nip his way down your stomach from your abdomen, looking you in the eyes as he makes his way towards his prize, pulling your pants down your body.

"Valhalla..."

Thank you for reading my silly little head canons!

The dividers are not mine, made by Firefly-graphics.

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stuckyrogersbarnes · 7 months

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'Oh, you are in trouble, y/n stark' (Loki smut)

Fem!reader

"Bye, Dad! love you!" you say to your dad, Tony as he leaves for yet another mission with his crew. You were 18 years old and lived with your dad and the crew. He only had one rule: that as long as you were living in the same house as him, no boys could stay over or even come over for that matter. I mean, he had informed you of this rule when you were 12 years old when you had developed your first crush on this guy called Jake in the 7th grade. You guys hadn't really talked about it much ever since then, but it was established that that rule was still in place.

"Hey, he's gone," you say to the person on the other side of the phone. "Finally, I've been waiting for this for too long my love. I'm coming up" He cuts the phone and soon, you hear your window opening. As soon as you see him in that green suit of his you run towards him and jump into his arms. You passionately connect your soft lips to his luscious pink lips and grip his hair as if you were about to fall from a 20-foot building, but Loki didn't mind...He loved every second of it. He groans into your mouth as he drops your feet to the floor. You grind on his torso as he says, "No hello, how are you? Just straight to the point, y/n stark?" You moan as you continue to kiss him, giving him his answer. He smiles at how childish and cute you are. "oh, you're in trouble, y/n Stark." he says while kissing your neck deeply. You moan.

You and Loki had been together since 1 month after your 18th. How you met was a story for a whole other time. But you hadn't seen each other in like 2 weeks which was a lot for 2 people in a relationship. especially with those of a high sex drive like you and Loki.

"Mmm...why can't people commit crimes more often? it would make life so much easier. I mean, your father would never be home." Loki says as he throws you on the bed. "I agree," you say. Loki climbs on top of you and you both try to catch your breath as your lips connect again. You moan into the kiss. Your hand travels down to his leather pants which are getting tighter by the second. You move your hand in an up and down motion and he chuckles in your mouth. He removes your white t-shirt and moans at the sight of your breasts and hard nipples. He puts his mouth to one of them and starts sucking. You moan as you put your hands in his trousers and start stroking his veiny, gigantic cock. He gets up and slips off his trousers along with his shirt, while you simultaneously taking off your pants. He climbs back on the bed and kisses your stomach all the way to your wet vagina and licks your slit. He slowly sticks his tongue in your wet hole. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the incredible sensation. He thrusts in and out with his tongue right until you're about to orgasm. But then, he stops. "you thought I was going to let you off that easy huh?" he smiles.

He lifts you and puts you on the bar counter in your room. You open up your legs as he enters you slowly. He grunts as he starts to thrust. You can hear the slaps of your skin banging together. He grabs your face and kisses you roughly. "Mmm, I missed this so muchhhh" you moan. "me too, darling." He lifts you again and puts you on the ground, you bend over and he groans and smirks at the sight. He slides into your tight, wet pussy. His big cock pulsates at the sensation of you almost reaching your orgasm. Your knees begin to shake. He picks you up and throws you on your bed, and enters you again. He starts thrusting even deeper now, hitting your G-spot every. single. time. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you begin to see stars. You could feel his warm pre-cum spilling in your pussy. He moans and keeps moving in your tight walls. Your entire body begins to tremble. "d-daddy?" you say. "yes, my love?" he says. "i-i think I need to pee." you had never felt this sensation before but it was the intense need to pee (in a good way). "no, baby you just need to cum." he starts pounding you deeper, your words begin to slur. you close your eyes tightly. As soon as he pulls out, you bite your lips and squirt, all over his beautiful, defined abs. He begins to rub your clitoris and you begin to shake again, he rubs it harder. You cry out loud. He grabs his dick at the sight of you squirting again. He begins to stroke his dick slowly. He enters you again, and your sensitive hole begins to pulsate at the sensation. You both moan in sync. He pounds you, harder than ever before and just keeps going until he releases his warm cum inside you and pulls out, as you squirt all over him. "oof, you are one hell of a drug y/n."

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k-writer17 · 1 year

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Tom is in Greece 🇬🇷

New photo of Tom at a restaurant in Greece 💙

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daisybell17 · 8 months

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Working out with Loki hc’s:

(nsfw implications‼️)

You used to play sports back in your formative years but as you went off to college and soon life, just walking became a workout

Loki worked out like a freaking machine

He would get up for morning runs at 5 and do weights later in the afternoon after his god duties, then he would go out for walks at night and more

He does meal preparations and he made you try it and honestly it’s the most delicious and fulfilling thing you’ve ever had

Since then he included you in his meal preparations and has encouraged you to try and working out with him

You were hesitant but gave it a try (#neveragain)

You joined him in his nightly walks

One night you decided to go out before him

You were out for a good 30 minutes, already working up a bit of a sweat

“You really think you could go on our walks without me?”

“GAH! Loki?! Gods don’t jump scare me like that” you laughed and playfully pushed him back

“I will say you do look quite peaceful and lovely walking around, listening to your songs and such”

“…How long were you following me?!”

“Love you left the door open…i was watching you the entire time” He smirks and laughs

“Oh…my bad…Well, wanna keep walking then?”

“No need to apologise my love, I actually quite enjoyed the view whilst watching you walk…” he leaned in closer “that view being that pretty fuckable ass of yours darling”

Your face went red and a flush of need overwhelmed your body

He then pinched your ass and gave you a peck on the cheek

“We could keep walking Love or…I could show you the results of years and years of weight workouts…carrying you like a little doll…slowly sliding you down on me…making love in the air…literally” he chuckles at his own words

Let’s just say…you and him had a long and rough workout ✨

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(a/n: let’s be honest…mans would be turned on from your gym clothes alone 🤭)

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imzsuzsis-blog · 17 days

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"I hate him, what the hell was wrong with him yesterday?" I looked angrily at Max and Cheko, who also learned about everything from the news. "Fuck me, I'm sorry that Oscar was such a bastard yesterday and gossiped about the whole thing." Max looked at me sadly and shook his head. Osc recognized him as a kind and cute boy, just as I am not such a dick. "This hurt me too when I read it, especially that it became a forced situation, if I were in your place I don't even know. I would have screamed and said, damn it, you're right." Sergio caressed my back the whole time, I knew he was the one to tell everyone the truth, just so he wouldn't be in the middle of it. "I understand... Anyway, thank you Sergio, you're in a good position." I leaned back, spread my legs and started shaking them. I could only swallow, I grabbed my water bottle to see if I was thirsty, but I didn't feel like billions of eyes were staring at me and just as many index fingers were pointing at me and just as many mouths were snickering at me, I was doing all this behind my back. "It won't work, I'm sorry, I have to hide this weekend!!!! Coming Out I can't take it!!!!!" I started sobbing, shouted and ran away from them.

"You should apologize to your teammate, Oscar, because you were a mess yesterday, I was an asshole." I saw that Loki was very, very angry with me, I think he should have come out to Lando when he was a love mess in nineteen and twenty. He also started dating a model and also dated a sexy back dancer once, and he openly exchanged it. "Are you in the picture, what's your Lando doing at nineteen and twenty?" "Yes, many people said, but yes, he was a dick and he shouldn't have, especially when he found out when he wanted a threesome, but where Fedrik protested, where Connie protested, and when they found out, they both threw him away with such a short-haired English nobody. They won't start again." He sat down next to me and gave me a faint smile. "I know it happened in his twenties, I read that he was the one who did it"

"Hello, I'm looking for you Lando, can't you see me? I'm Connie Joops. I haven't seen him since 2020” I scratched the back of my neck and sucked on my lips. "He can come back from the press conference now. Third, would you be Connie?” He nodded, the guy looks very sexy to us, but unfortunately engaged. "Yes, my friend Fedrick is also here. Lando will accidentally bring me and my partner together." I lowered my eyes and felt that there was something wrong, but I just wanted to chat with him, "Nothing, thanks for the information." We didn't tell him, but he was right behind him and almost to him... ,,Excuse me... Connie? You?" Yes, we are looking for you and Fedrick, it would be important. When will you be able to have tea with us?",, Now is also a good time. I guess I'll leave you guys alone or something." "No matter where you're thinking, we'd just tell you, look, they're engaged, thanks to you, we can even adopt a baby, just for your signature." I looked at him, those weren't his tears of joy, he was sobbing on my shoulder. "When will I get there? Yes, I am now pregnant with twins, but when will I be engaged? Now I have someone again for a while, but with that fucking bridegroom, I'm the unlucky one who will die alone among cats!!!!"

I chatted with Charles over there, I yelled at him to see if you could see him wrong, but it's not Lando who's crying because he's pregnant, he's crying all the time for no reason. "You're not crying again for no reason, Charles, can you read lips?" "I don't know, you're so stupid, I just said that drunk at a party." "You're an idiot drunk monkey." "You've become a sane know-it-all bastard since you've been my teammate." "Lando!!!!" "And again?" I was caressing Lando's hair while I didn't even notice that Charles was pointing out that I'm an idiot again, so instead I'm dealing with my best friend in the world. "Yes, my two exes, with whom I dated at the end of 2019 and until the middle of 2020, are getting married!!!!!" There he was writhing and almost hysterical, and the newborn Leah came out of her again. ,,No problem and how are you again Leah? You promised you're done fucking with this forever Lando, you're not Leah Norris, you're Lando Norris.” "Leave me alone Carlos!!!!! I'm tired of everyone looking down on me because of my pregnancy and thinking that only girls can be pregnant, you know what, anyone can say anything." I held my face, I couldn't believe what he was saying, this is going to be the top of a scandal, now I'll try to form a good union with him. "What if..." "I say I can't do it, but if the nest piles up on me, I'll need the worms." "That way you don't need a little union!!!" I slapped him, he knows I'm right, he's just too stubborn to see it now.

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chantsdemarins · 1 year

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More inspiration..🥵🥵🥵

Presenting Our Rightful Jötunn King…Loki

Okay, my glorious fanfic community just tell me if you don’t want to be tagged anymore! But I figured you might be interested in some more AI art creations…

This one I’m using for my new story but PLEASE reblog and share far and wide! Use this image in your creations!

Also-let me know if you want to be tagged for my NEW story (no story borrowing tho, unlike my images!) Starting tomorrow! 12/10/22

Collapsing into the Arms of Chaos (Loki X Female Reader)

Summary: ⚔︎ The house of Odin has been inspiring the deadly reign of the Midgardian Vikings for hundreds of years.

With clan after clan brought under their brutal rule with no end in sight, Loki begins to resent his role when yet another bloody siege on your village leaves your clan devastated.

In a brash disagreement with Odin that wounds Loki, he banishes himself to your village, arriving as an injured mysterious outsider, where your paths cross and intertwine as you reluctantly heal him.

In a stark pact to save his life and yours, you marry. Will you discover your new husband is the dark god responsible in part for inspiring the Vikings in their deadly raids?

How long can Loki hide who he really is, and at what price?

Smut Rating: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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nostalgia-tblr · 2 months

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99% sure i've posted this here before but i can't find that post so here you go. appreciate it anew (or just new) pls.

#loki series #pro sylvie #thanks to tumblr for that unmovable entry box for alt text that covers the thing you're attempting to describe. super helpful that is.#SYLVIE WAS RIGHT #(i'm not just saying that cos she's hot she actually was)#(it's 50/50 whether he's only saying it cos she's hot though)#aside: i have typo'd 'sylvie' so many times writing fanfic that i no longer feel confident that i have spelled it correctly on this

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ynyaan · 4 months

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𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 ♡ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙑𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: Loki is in the center of his conquest, worried that he has one last tie that could bring him to ruins. "If they threaten me with you, it WILL work." The once empty man is now a mess, all for you.

.ᐟ 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩-𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 / 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

Loki was always sure of his plans. He planned to take over the world, but to do that, he needed an army. You were both staying in Asgard as Loki began to form and arrange his plans.

"In a rush, love?" you inquired. Knowing full well his response. You looked at Loki, the man you loved and choose to ran away with, the man who you loved that convinced you to run, to rebel against Asgard and take what's 'rightfully' his. The thought of it terrified you, of course. But in all of the days you've come to love Loki, it was the first time you'd seen him so angry, so determined. Besides, you couldn't say no to him when he asked you to support him from the side. He was the man you loved, and to love is to fight.

"I know, darling. I'm sorry, but today is an important day. I'll finally be able to sign a treaty–a promise, with them." Loki sighed as he put on his signature green cloak. 'The Chitauri.' The ones Loki hoped to form an alliance with, to help him with the war he was about to face.

"Be safe, Loki. I'll be waiting for you." Loki approached you and pressed his lips on your forehead, then your cheek. "I'll make it up to you, my queen." He whispered. A gold-like color illuminated Loki, and in a flash, he disappeared.

... "FUCK!" Loki threw his daggers down on the floor.

"What happened? Why are you yelling?" You rush to him as he shuts the door loudly. He buries his face on your neck, breathing your scent in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him back, finding warmth and comfort in his affection. "They ran off, annoying bastards. They vetoed being led by me, and when I got infuriated, they decided to attack me. Only when I slaughtered those damn big creatures did they retreat." He huffed in anger.

You ran your fingers through his hair and caressed him softly. "It's alright, Loki. You'll find a new army, I'm sure of it." Even though you were now firmly against his plans, you still offered him assurance.

Loki always seemed so.. Anti-villain, but to you, he was simply misunderstood—afraid. "Thank you, Love—your right. I'll try to bargain with those fools. If they refuse, I'll just kill them all." He grinned.

"There's my Loki." You kissed his forehead and pushed away from his grasp. "Let's head to bed, shall we?"

You wake up stretching your arms to find no one at your side. "Loki?" You softly whisper. You sit up to see Loki dressing in his usual working clothes.

"Right. Will you be back soon?" The lack of affection you both had lately was itching in your mind.

"I'll be back soon, darling." He replied, but his face was filled with slight remorse. 'Stay.' You wanted to voice out so badly. But you couldn't–you didn't want to foil or deter his plans. So you nodded and waved him off.

You stood up, deciding that if he wouldn't spend time with you, you'd spend time with yourself. You started putting on a fitted t-shirt, baggy pants, and a flannel with the ends tied together. You opened the doors to your room and went straight to Heimdall.

"Hello, Heimdall." You greeted him with a tilt of the head. "Midgard?" He asked. You chuckled softly as you nodded your head. He opens the Bifrost, and you walk through it.

You walk through the shops of Midgard. They have so much variety compared to Asgard. Walking through the streets, you find a shop that particularly caught your eye.

You walk over to it, and the doors jingle. "Welcome to Darcy's Jewels!" A loud greeting was offered as you went in.

"Hello! Do you have any Gold Vermeil rings?" You inquired. The girl that assisted you smiled and pulled out a selection of rings. There were different designs, such as: butterflies, crowns, gems, and more. A shining green light distracts you from your side, and you look upon a ring. It was a plain gold ring twisted into a braid, partnered with an emerald green jem all around. The girl assisting you smiled as you pointed to the ring. You paid for it and went out, waving away from the store.

You look at the little purple bag and the red box inside it. You smiled and decided to go back to Asgard. As you were walking, you suddenly stopped. You looked to your right to see an alleyway—you couldn't shake the feeling that someone, something, was following you.

Suddenly, a hand reached out to you in the darkness, pulling you by the arm. You yelped and held on tight to the little bag. You caught sight of the arm that grabbed you, and it looked rather..unworldly. It pinned you to the wall with the arm now covering your mouth. "Stay put, and you might live mortal."

...

Loki was in a dining hall, a tree-like table was flooded with chitauri soldiers on both sides, with Loki seated up front.

The leader of the Chitauri slammed its hand on the table. “Loki of Asgard, we refuse once more. We do not see you as fit to be a leader. Odin has refused you the throne for a reason.”

“Really? Well, I suppose we have no other way.” Loki took out his daggers and pointed them to the Chitauri Leader. The monster chuckled at the sight of the God of Mischief. Loki raised one of his brows slightly, but instead of inquiring, it's a How dare you? Type of eyebrow.

“You must’ve forgotten that you still have a weakness, aesir.”

Loki's brows furrowed, and his eyes laced with malice. “What did you do? What did you do to her?” The Chitauri laughed as they saw the God’s expression shift into a desperate plea.

You were stuck between a wall and a chitauri with one hand clutching your gift. ‘Just great,’ You thought.

You lifted your right leg to the chitauri’s chest and pushed him away. He grunts and launches himself forward, pinning you to the wall. You slap him with your free arm and bite his left arm. He groans, and you rush out of the alley, going thru the sea of people in the streets.

“HEIMDALL-??” You scream, a blast of rainbow begins to ascend you. You caught a glimpse of the Chitauri running away in the other direction.

You arrive in Asgard. Huffing and trying to catch your breath. “Thank you-“

“He is waiting for you.” You were cut off by Heimdall speaking without glancing at you. You wordlessly try to understand what he means, a lightbulb sparking inside you. “Loki!” You squealed, getting up and running towards the Asgardian Palace.

...

You open the doors to your quarters to find Loki standing ominously in the middle of the room. His hair was disheveled, and his face in anger. “Loki!” You run toward him, craving his warmth after what you have been through.

“Where have you been?” He asked. He held you by the shoulders as you stood before him, holding onto your gift tightly.

You look at him, surprised by his tone, slightly terrifying but assuring yourself that Loki would not hurt you by any means. “O-On Midgard? Listen, the Chitaur–“

“I KNOW. THEY TOLD ME Y/N. YOU COULD'VE BEEN KILLED OR TAKEN.” Loki hung his head as he breathed deeply in desperation and anger.

You were surprised at his sudden outburst, ‘they told him?’ You were so confused about what was happening but proceeded to calm Loki down first. “But I wasn't killed nor taken. I'm alive. I'm right here. I'm fine.” You say, not moving an inch from where you stood.

“(y/n). You we're lucky- just, please, stay here. Stay inside." Loki stuttered with his words, gasping sentence's like he couldn't breathe.

You just couldn't understand, why is he acting like this? you we're safe, is that simply not enough? must he cage you? "Loki, why-"

"Because if they threaten me with you, it WILL work.” Tears. Droplets of water fell to the floor. It was Loki’s. You sighed and dropped your gift to the ground. “Loki. I'm sorry to have been such a burden to you.” You felt like you we're weakening him, holding him back from being reckless, holding him back from his true nature.

Loki lifts his face, and you see his eyes glistering with tears. “Darling, no, no. That's not what I meant.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead. “I'm sorry, I'm so scared of losing you." He breathes out.

"You're the only thing keeping me sane. If I lose you, i won't be able to take it, i'd die without you (y/n)."

With nothing to say, you bent down and smiled softly to grab the gift. “Here, this is why I went out to Midgard.” Loki tilted his head as he took the gift from your hands. He puts his hand in and grabs the red box.

His expression shifted to awe as he saw the gift inside it. He took it out and slipped it onto his finger, raising his hand to admire the ring. “It's breathtaking. Thank you. Also, i’m glad you’re safe.” He hugs you tightly, a desperate hug, a plea to never leave him.

You sighed softly. You saw the state of Loki’s well-being and thought, ‘How poisoned this man is with my love.’

“I love you, Loki.” You whisper. “you have no idea.” He responds.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Role Play [Sub!Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: To satisfy your curiosity, Loki brings magical spice into the bedroom by transforming you to the male version of yourself. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. M/"M" Smut. Bisexual Loki. Praise kinks. Oral sex. Anal play. Anal sex. Dom! Reader/ Sub! Loki. Body transformation(F reader, M body) Kind of fluffy too - but mainly smut. A/N: I hope this is read in the spirit it was intended; curiosity and for love of Loki 💚

Loki’s warm lips pressed against the nape of your neck as he unclasped your necklace, trailing the pendant slowly up between your breasts.

“Can you believe it’s been a year, darling?”

You smiled as his fingers toyed at the zip of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He moved his mouth’s attentions to the smooth skin it revealed, working firm kisses between your shoulder-blades as you let out a reluctant sigh. It was now or never.

“Loki…?” you whispered, “I need to ask you something.”

He paused, hands on the curve of your waist held tightly by the rich fabric of your dress. You knew his face would be creased in expectation, his keen gaze narrowed in suspicion as he pulled you towards his firm torso.

“Yes?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting your ear before sucking one earlobe between his lips.

You moaned, the loaded question hovering reluctantly behind your teeth.

“Do you ever miss being with men?” you mumbled cautiously, the seconds ticking by as he considered his answer; the pliable skin of your ear rolling across his tongue.

“My love, I’m with men constantly. One can’t get rid of them in this realm, they are quite resilient.” he murmured goadingly as you keened against him.

Your stomach flipped. He was avoiding the question. A classic Loki misdirection. Fuck.

“You know what I mean...” you said firmly, spinning in his embrace to wrap your hands around his neck, “I don’t want you to feel…stifled by our relationship.”

You felt your cheeks burn as the reluctant confession lay heavy on your heart. It needed to be said, but as for his answer? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

He gazed at you intently, the twinkle of mischief that never left his eyes burning brightly as a smile crept to the corners of his lips.

“If that is what has been concerning you these past weeks, darling...I wouldn’t worry. You can give me everything I desire... should you wish."

You raised an eyebrow towards him as he lowered the straps of your dress, the last defence of your modesty gone as it fell to the floor around your feet. His hands cupped your naked ass, lifting you effortlessly to wind your legs around his waist as your slick pussy grazed against his growing arousal, hidden in the tight material of his suit.

“Would you like to try something new, my beautiful one?” he purred as he carried you across the room, setting you down before the ornate full length mirror in the corner.

You fizzed with anticipation at his words. His eyes darkening as he raced ahead in his mind, pupils blowing wide with lust as he stood behind you. Your head spun at the implications as your own thoughts caught up with his, hoping that your assumptions were correct.

“Loki do you mean…?” you stammered, running your eyes across your curved body in the reflection as he slid his hands up to cup your breasts.

“Yes, darling. What do you say?”

You nodded silently as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. “Very well.”

Loki drew you into a sideways kiss as his hands slid down your waist, running his palms across your skin as tingles followed in their wake. This was more than his intoxicating touch, this was magic.

Your head swam with vertigo as your tongue massaged his, an ache deep in your muscles as you felt his hands grip around your hips and pull you back towards him gently with a soft thump.

“Look at yourself, darling” he murmured.

Your gaze fluttered to the mirror and you gasped. It was you but…not you.

Loki’s arms were still wrapped around your hips, his thick forearms draped over the lines of your taunt lower abdomen as he grinned to your side.

You were…taller - your jaw thick; chiselled, handsome – not beautiful. A strong neck ran down to broad shoulders that flexed over the muscles beneath as you took in your flattened chest, defined pectorals resting above your firm stomach. Below Loki’s hands hung a generously sized manhood resting shyly against your elongated thigh.

“Like what you see?” Loki whispered as he lustfully drank in your masculine reflection. You couldn’t blame him. You looked good. Really good.

“What should you call--“you coughed abruptly, the unexpected gravel of your new voice choking you like dust.

Loki smirked behind you, pressing his lips to your hair; “Try that again...”

“…what should you call me?” you repeated, the vibrations feeling unnatural as you watched Loki’s amused reflection lower his hand to encase your soft cock.

“Well on any other night, you’re my good girl…I see no reason why tonight you can’t be my good boy, hmm?”

You shivered as you felt blood rushing to your lower body, emptying like a warm bath as your unfamiliar organ began to rise against Loki’s palm. You smiled.

“Maybe I’ll be your bad boy?” you narrowed your eyes, watching as your lover restrained himself from laughter.

“Let’s not run before we can walk, shall we?” he said, squeezing the hardening flesh in his hand as you groaned beneath him. “Tell me what you want, I want to please my precious mortal in any way he chooses…”

You panted as you thrust involuntarily into Loki’s palm, the thin skin of your member sliding gracefully against his hand as your temporary form reacted to the stimulation. Fuck, it felt good.

Waves of anticipation ran down your thick thighs as you stared intensely at the god behind you in the mirror. He was still dressed in his impeccably fitted white shirt, the top buttons undone. His snug trousers clung to his lower body, creases straining against his muscular hips as he pressed towards you, bracing your buckling knees against your pleasure as his hand slid back and forth.

“…blowjob?” you blurted, your eyes closing as you immediately regretted your uncouth neediness. Loki huffed disapprovingly, cutting through the jolts of pleasure coursing from your groin.

“If we’re going to do this…we’re doing it properly. Say it like a man.” he instructed gently, using his free hand to brush the shoulder length hair from your neck, watching your posture straighten.

You took a deep breath, lowering your chin to smoulder at his reflection as his gaze raised to watch you expectantly. “Suck my cock, Laufeyson.”

Loki’s lips curled in an approving smile as he circled in front of you, running his eyes down your naked form as your hard length twitched with need, “Good boy.”

Long fingers wrapped around the base of your manhood as he walked you backwards, kissing you deeply as you fought upwards against his grip, desperate for the friction to begin again.

Low heavy growls hazed from your throat as you inhaled his scent, clinging to his skin like his hand clung to your cock; restraining you, prolonging your anticipation.

The back of your legs hit the bed, unfamiliar muscled thighs colliding with the duvet as you relented to his will. He straightened his lithe body which now closely resembled your own as he rubbed large hands down his bulging thighs. His own cock begged to be freed from confinement, raging against the expensive fabric which held it firmly to his hip.

“The first time can be overwhelming, so its best you sit down…” he muttered darkly, the velvet tones of his voice driving you wild with need as he sank slowly to his knees.

“The act itself?” you panted, “…or you being the one performing it?”

“A bit of both.” he murmured coyly, before he swallowed your desperate cock between his lips.

You inhaled sharply, falling backwards to rest on your elbows as the feeling of his tongue enveloping your length washed over you like a tsunami. God, it felt amazing. You could see what all the fuss was about.

A deep groan escaped your throat as he sucked you slowly upwards from the base, his mouth forming a vacuum as hands slid firmly up the sides of your thighs to grip the toned flesh.

“Loki…fucckkkk” you moaned, the gruff strangeness of your voice forgotten as you wound one large hand in the God of Mischief’s hair, tugging his curls between your strong fingers. You stared at him in awe, his perfect chiselled faced in deep concentration, wisps of curl falling around his brow as he pleasured your male form.

His tongue swirled around the tip as you growled beneath him, thrusting your squared hips upwards deeper into his waiting throat. Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as he consumed you, your deep cries of pleasure spurring him on as you gripped the bedsheets beneath fists. The sight of his mouth around your cock was more than you could bear; a dark fantasy you never knew you had.

The intense need to take him, to own him…it burned as you watched your manhood disappear to slide over his warm tongue again and again as he knelt between your open thighs.

You began to pant with broken breaths, legs quivering as you felt a coil tighten somewhere down below. It was different…but the same. Loki felt the change, slowing his pace to a gentle suck as you strained your hips towards him – willing him to give you more.

“You’ve done so well for me, it must have been so difficult for you not to cum…” he murmured against your wet skin, slick with his saliva. His gaze never left yours as he placed a lingering kiss on the tip of your girth, lapping gently at a bead of pre-cum that languished there.

Those legendary long legs unfurled as he rose to crawl on top of you; biceps straining at the arms of his tight shirt as his mouth crashed to yours, pressing you back on the bed.

The wave of dark lust rose in you again, the intense energy of pure masculinity as you gripped his forearms and flipped him on his back with ease. Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion before a coy smile flirted at his lips, “well, well…it seems you may be a bad boy after all.”

You growled, rumbling from your throat like thunder as you pinned the god beneath your grip; between your thighs. Loki’s eyes widened as he searched your intense stare, his lap thrusting upwards involuntarily as the determined square of your jaw flexed above him.

Your hands flew to the middle of his chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt as his bare chest was exposed under your unrelenting control. You had never felt more powerful, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.

Loki moaned beneath your touch, keening up into you as the pressure of his cock against his tight trousers became too much to bear. Your thick fingers wrapped around the metal of his belt, unbuckling it with force as he threw his head back, his dark curls flipping.

“Wait…wait…” he panted, raising a hand to your chest as magic dissolved the fabric clinging to his legs. He leant upwards, cradling your jaw in a rapturous kiss as his bare thighs pressed against your ass; his familiar cock rubbing tantalisingly against your skin.

“Take me.” he groaned needily into your mouth.

Your breath hitched as you had a moment of clarity, the reality of the bizarre scenario searing through your mind as he looked up at you with sincere and utter submission. You had never been more turned on in your life, and with Loki as your boyfriend…that was a bold admission.

A vial of oil manifested in his hand as he pressed it to your palm, raising an eyebrow as his eyes came alive with mischievous intent.

“You know what to do, my love…” he murmured, “just a bit of…role reversal, yes?”

You unplugged the vial, allowing the tepid oil to run over your fingers as he rested back on his elbows.

Cautiously, you reached between his thighs seeking the tight hole which hid between perfectly muscled cheeks; a hiss of approval falling from his lips as your wet fingertips brushed his entrance.

His legs jolted as you slid one finger inside him, pressing against the walls as he groaned desperately beneath you. A second finger joined as you eased the digits repeatedly into his channel, the tightness loosening as his body willingly submitted to your ministrations.

Loki’s eyes fluttered shut. His angular jaw raised to the ceiling as he thrust upwards; his straining cock seeking release. You lowered your head to suck at the tip gently as you listened to grateful praises spilling from his tongue, begging for more.

“Now go easy on me,” he mumbled coyly as he marinated in pleasure beneath your touch, “...it’s been a while.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, unable to form coherent words as a powerful storm of lust brewed in your belly. You had never felt anything like it, a sizzling line of explosives ready to blow at the sight of your typically dominant lover spread beneath you, waiting impatiently for you to take him.

You emptied the rest of the oil into your hand and cast the vial aside, clinking to the floor as your fingers returned to his entrance, slathering him in the viscous substance. The remnants found their way to your hard length, preparing yourself for him. God, he looked so fucking good. You were going to ruin him.

You towered over your lover; muscular torso lowering to his skin as you savoured the low groan from the god’s throat. Your hips pressed firmly against his desperate arousal as he met you in a needy kiss. One of your hands encased his jaw, tangling in his curls; the other lining your cock up at his keening entrance, pausing to rub the tip against the slick flesh.

“Give it to me…” Loki moaned, his tone laced with desperation as you smirked above him. You could get used to this.

The tip of your cock pressed gently against his tight channel, Loki’s breathing quickening as he braced his forehead against yours with one hand grasping around your neck to pull you close.

You edged forwards, your intertwining moans of pleasure signalling that you had breached him as you felt waves of primal electricity coursing through your body; building excruciatingly as you bottomed out.

“Good boy.” you whispered through strained breaths; an amused smile playing on Loki’s lips as he settled around your length.

You began to move inside him, gritting your teeth against the intense pressure of your quickly building orgasm; the exquisite tightness and novelty pulling you towards the edge faster than you could catch your breath.

Loki moaned roughly beneath you, beads of pre-cum leaking from his exposed cock as he pressed wantonly into your hips. He raised his muscled arms above him, pressing them against the headboard as he pushed down onto you, his perfect ass colliding with the flat expanse of your pelvis as he took you all the way.

“Loki…” you warned darkly.

The tenor of your voice matched your concentration, carefully controlling your thrusts as adrenaline begged you to fuck him as hard and as fast as you could. You moved one hand from his raised thigh, sliding it down to grip his cock to a growl of approval from your submissive god.

Slowly, you stroked his length as his ab muscles clenched beneath you, perfectly defined in his torment. The effort of restraint made his body flex around the cock buried deep inside him; you were losing yourself.

You had always wondered what it would be like to fuck as a man…but this? Nothing could have prepared you for this. For fucking Loki. It was everything.

He began to mutter ancient Nordic phrases beneath you, his chin raised to the ceiling as the muscles in his neck stood out from the strain.

“Does my good boy want to cum?” you heard yourself say, a sea of lust thundering in your veins carrying away any hint of embarrassment.

He nodded, heavy pants escaping his lips as he threw his head back in expectation.

“Use your words, love…” you growled, his own phrase that had goaded so many times close to climax tumbling from your tongue.

“Yesss… fuck, yes” he groaned in exasperation, “I want to cum, please let me…”

You tightened your grip around his length, sliding your widened palm fluidly across his skin as the sound of his cries rang in your ears, making you dizzy with need. You thrust into his hot channel, inching him towards the headboard as he tensed beneath you.

You weren’t sure who came first.

You felt yourself tighten and release like a weighted spring, boundless pleasure spurting from your cock with force as your hips buckled and shuddered into the man beneath you. Loki’s luxurious seed coated your hand as he came, his back arched on the bed as he roared your name. Your real name.

You laid your wide palms to rest on either side of his broad shoulders. Words weren't forthcoming as you closed your eyes, focusing on the heavy breaths leaving your body as you slid yourself from his entrance, sticky with your cum. Loki’s strong arms pulled you down to him, running over your broad shoulders lazily as he kissed the top of your head.

You felt the familiar ache of his magic as your body flexed and shifted beneath his touch.

The flat pressure of your chest against his became cushioned, his arms tightening around you as they found the familiar curve of your womanly waist. You raised your gaze to meet his, his eyes soft as he looked at you with pure love; running one finger down your cheek to brush a strand of your hair.

“There she is…” he murmured softly, “…well, what did you think?”

You rested in the crook of his neck as he fondled your breasts; inhaling the musk of his sweat laced with sex as you considered your answer.

“It was...enlightening.” you smiled, meeting his eyes which flickered with a knowing look.

“Remember, I will always want you, love. In any realm, in any form…” he whispered seductively in your ear, “with us, the possibilities are endless.”

The low embers of his sultry tone made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

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wolffoxnation2 · 2 months

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Like imagine an AU where Loki actually loves his kids.

Tbh, I wish that was the route Rick went with him. Rick seems to just have an aversion to having villains love their kids even when they cannonically (in myth) are good parents! Like Nyx and Gaia are all stated to be loving mothers yet HoO (and i heard TSATS too?) has them see their kids as expendable?

And do you know how much drama and angst it could bring? For both sides? Like that's Samirah and Alex's MOM/DAD they're fighting. Thats Loki's kids he's fighting!

And I wonder how much would actually change in the books if Loki isnt pure fucking evil and is actually a good parent?

Anyone have ideas?

#Might make a fanfic or oneshot rewriting some scenes with this AU when i finish the series #rick riordanverse #wolffox speaks #mcga samirah #mcga loki #loki mcga #magnus chase and the sword of summer #magnus chase and the hammer of thor #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase and the ship of the dead #mcga #mcga alex fierro #alex fierro #alex fierro mcga #samirah al abbas #Gods forbid Rick writes a complex villain #I may or may not be in denial at how Loki's character did a complete 180 between SoS and HoT #IT SPECIFICALLY SAYS HIS VOICE CRACKS WITH GRIEF WHEN SPEAKING ABOUT VALI AND NARVI

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lokiblackfatkink · 9 months

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I created these gifs myself if anyone has Twitter please follow me it's gifs_hiddleston I have a lot more

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k-writer17 · 11 months

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Tom, Bobby and Baby

Seen out for a walk in London.

How cute 🥰

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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What am I?

Summary: coming back from the battle of Jötunheim, Loki has an identity crisis and it leads to a really difficult confrontation.

Warnings: Odin, oral sex m!receiving, smut, sub!loki, dom!loki, sub!reader, dom!reader, internalised racism

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I love baby Loki so much and also sub!loki

So... Jötunheim was a disaster! You never wanted to admit to Thor that he was wrong in his judgement to go and attack the Jötnar. Loki had influenced him which made it a worse idea to go against the plan. Sure, your best friend would have listened to your judgement but with your boyfriend whispering words into his ears? Yeah, no, you had no influence after that!

What you had noticed was that Loki was more distracted when you returned, even after Thor's immediate banishment for bringing war upon both Asgard and Jötunheim. He was always staring at his arm with scorn as you rode back up to the palace.

After a while, you and Loki found yourself in the lounge room with Sif, Volstagg, Hogun and Fandral. You and Loki had opted to stand away from the warriors, your head resting contentedly on his shoulder as you mindlessly fiddled with his fingers.

"I mean- how did the guards even know we were there?" Volstagg was saying and you switched on immediately when you felt Loki tense.

"I told them," he admitted, shrinking back and messing with his hands when all eyes turned to him, "we weren't supposed to reach Jötunheim. Norns, we weren't even supposed to reach the palace doors. I knew that this would be a bad idea, I tried to tell Thor that it was."

"All is not lost then!" Sif grinned, walking over to Loki and clasping his shoulder, "you can go to the Allfather and admit your part in raising the alarm and Thor can come back."

Loki sighed and held you closer to him, "father has made his decision, Sif. We can't go back on it, it would be treason. We have to wait until father deems Thor worthy of returning home."

"But you're his son! You're Thor's brother! Surely you can get some leniency-" Sif began but Loki cut her off.

"I love Thor more dearly than any of you. I have grown up with the man and I know when father looks at him, punishments will be scarce and the ones given will have meaning," you gently squeezed Loki's bicep, frowning at the malice in his voice, "father always has a meaning for anything."

With that, Loki swept out of the room with you not far behind. Cautiously, you stopped Loki and stood by the door, signalling him to be quiet as you listened to what the Warriors would say in your absence.

"I think it was him," Fandral spoke freely, shrugging as the others stared at him, "why else would he tell a guard? He brought Jötnar into the castle and pretended he was innocent."

Snarling, you grabbed Loki's hand and stalked off towards his bedroom. Before you could round the corner to get to his chambers, he pushed you up against a wall and pressed his lips to yours hard, savouring the taste of your lips and hiking your leg up his hips as you breathed a sigh of relief. The kiss became more passionate before Loki pulled away and sighed.

"There is something I must see," he whispered, caressing your cheek and watching you nod blissfully. With a curt nod of his head, he marched down four flights of stairs until he reached the door to the weapons vault. Stepping through with you, he marched down the pathway until he was only a few steps away from the Casket of Ancient Winters.

You looked around nervously, sticking close to your lover as you trembled, "Loki what are we doing here?" you asked with a shaky voice as he disconnected his arm from you.

Stepping forward, you watched as he reached out his hands to pick up the Casket. "Loki, no!" you rushed over, trying to pry his hands off the box, "it could... harm... you..."

You faltered as you saw his arms slowly turn blue and you followed the transformation up to his face. Gasping, you stepped closer and cupped his cheek. The hairs on your arms instantly raised from the immediate cold that you felt but you didn't pull away as you looked up at him and his eyes bored into you.

"You don't... think I'm repulsive?" Loki asked uncertainly, his eyebrow raised and the ruby red of his eyes shining with unshed tears.

You quickly shook your head and held him close, "you're the same. But you're blue!"

"I'm a Jötun. How are you not running in fear?" Loki whispered.

“Stop!” came a call from the top of the stairs and you froze, turning to look at Odin with a smirk on your face.

“Am I cursed?” Loki asked as he gripped the Casket and his breath heaved as he felt the Casket reach out to him and tie herself around his seiðr. He gasped in pain but also in surprise to how right it felt for that to happen.

“no…” came Odin’s response and Loki let out a breathy chuckle.

“Then what am I?” He asked as he glared down at the Casket with a hatred but the feeling inside him wasn’t hate, it was confusion and betrayal.

“You’re my son,” Odin replied, breathlessly and Loki shook his head, turning to face the Allfather for the first time in their conversation.

“What more than that?” He seethed and watched Odin’s reaction carefully, seeing how solemn he had become, he realised the truth, “the Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jötunheim that day, was it?”

“No,” came Odin’s breathless reply and Loki narrowed his eyes before putting the Casket down, ignoring the sadness in the back of his mind coming from the parasite that was the Casket’s consciousness. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring -- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

Loki is sent reeling from the news and he mumbles it back to himself, ignoring how you stand beside him and hold his hand comfortingly, “Laufey’s son?” he turned to look at Odin again and he whispered a soft ‘yes’ to which Loki looked around the room and tried to find any reason why Odin would’ve taken him from his home. This was why he had felt so right on Jötunheim, why when he looked at Laufey, he felt so safe. He was his son! His heir!

“Why?” he whispered, feeling so small now under his father’s gaze and your sympathetic hugs. “you were knee deep in Jötnar blood, why did you take me?!”

“You were an innocent child,” Odin began but Loki would have none of it.

“No, you took me for a purpose, what was it?” He waited moments before he snapped and screamed, “TELL ME”

Odin sighed, defeated and he looked at his adopted son sadly before starting to explain, “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.”

Loki looked up at Odin, heartbroken as he mumbles a quiet “What…?” Before going on a rant, tears brimming in his eyes as he let go of you, “so I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here, until you might have use of me?”

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin mumbled, starting to feel faint.

“You could’ve told me what I was from the beginning, why didn’t you?”

“You are my son. My blood. I only wanted to protect you from the truth,” Odin replied quickly.

“What? Because I-I-I am the monster that parents tell their children about at night?!” Loki yelled, tears dripping down his cheeks as he walked up the stairs, “It all makes sense now, why you favoured Thor all these years because no matter HOW MUCH YOU CLAIM TO LOVE ME, you couldn’t have a FROST GIANT sitting on the throne of Asgard.” Loki then froze, seeing his father on the floor reaching for him and he quickly got on his knees and started to shake as he observed his father, “guards! Guards, help!”

The guards ran in and gently lifted Odin, carrying him off to where he will sleep for as long as need be. Loki, however, stayed behind and hugged his legs.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry,” you gently whispered into his ear and Loki shook his head and turned to look at you.

“None of this is on your shoulders, my princess, the blame is all on Odin.” He growled lowly and accepted your hug with a sad smile, “I’m a monster, after all…”

“Stop, stop that. You’re no monster. You’re my love, you’re loved Loki! Monsters aren’t loved, they are feared, and I do not fear you!” you stroked his cheek and smiled lovingly at him, standing up and pulling him to his feet, “Now let’s go find Queen Frigga and sort this out, shall we?”

Loki weakly nodded and headed out the door with you, happily accepting that she loved him and that he wasn’t a monster. As you both walked to Frigga’s room, he noticed that people were staring at him and saluting him in the Asgardian way they would to a King. He felt confused before he realised that he is now King Regent, unofficially, but still King.

“It’ll take some getting used to, all of this,” you mumbled as a maid curtsied to you, knowing that when Loki takes Gungnir, you will be Queen Regent of Asgard.

When you walked into Odin’s bed chambers, Loki gravitated toward his side. He had seen an Odinsleep before but not one so drastic as this. He looked pale and so very aged, and Loki could not help but blame himself for doing this to his father, adopted or not.

“You know, then?” Frigga spoke up and Loki’s eyes darted to her before he nodded in admission. “We wanted to tell you, Loki, but we never had the time to. You were always with Thor, going off on adventures and we couldn’t stop you. Odin wanted you to know but he could never find the right words to say. After what happened with your children, he made me swear that we would never tell you about your Jötun blood.”

“It wasn’t his right to hide something so important from me, mother.” Loki bit back, watching Frigga hold her breath and then nod sadly, “It wasn’t a burden. You couldn’t have just told me from the beginning? Couldn’t have raised me in my native skin?”

“But then everyone would’ve found out and another war would’ve waged for you to return to Jötunheim, you don’t belong there…” Frigga countered, meeting her sons’ eyes sadly and Loki sighed.

“Laufey didn’t want me. Odin made that quite clear.” Loki sighed and looked at the sleeping man, glaring hatefully at the man who had stolen his true life.

“But was he telling the truth?” you spoke up, your arms crossed, and you were leaning against the bedpost with an indifferent look on your face, “what if he is still using you now? Manipulating your perception of the Jötnar for his own gain so that you will hate them more?”

“you raise a good point, darling, that does sound like Odin Allfather. Passing on dirty bias onto his children so that they will do his bidding when the time is right. He would expect them to trust him. Even the Jötun runt he took in.” Loki mulled over the thoughts before his head was whipped to the side and he held his cheek in surprise, “Y/N?”

“You… are not a monster nor are you a runt!” you seethed and Loki stared at you in shock as his cheek started to sting from the slap, “am I clear?”

“Crystal!” Loki whimpered and you backed off, satisfied. “but there’s still the issue of the throne. Mother? Will you be stepping up as regent?” he asked hopefully.

Frigga shook her head and held Odin’s hand, “this Odinsleep is not like the others, I fear the worst and so I must implore you to take the throne, Loki. It is what we have trained you for. Thor is banished…”

As she spoke, the doors to the Odinsleep chambers opened and a lord walked in holding Gungnir and Loki stared at it in shock.

“Until Odin awakens, you are King. Do us and all of Asgard proud, Loki, my King.” Frigga bows her head and Loki turns to the Lord and hesitantly reaches out, taking Gungnir from him and holding it in his hand, feeling the power that swamped through him. He was powerful before but now that he held Gungnir, his seiðr increased and he revelled in the warmth it gave him.

Loki bowed his head to Frigga before offering his arm to you, who immediately took his arm, and he walked out of the room. Holding Gungnir, he focused on the seiðr levels in the core of Asgard and found them to be weakening since Odin had announced that seiðr was a meagre set of skills and that only women were to use them. He would need to rectify that but not right now. Now, he headed back down into the Vaults with you and stood before the Casket.

“Take it home, Lokes, that’ll end the war instantly.” you offered, holding onto Loki’s arm, and smiling softly at him.

“And risk them taking over all of the realms again? Not a chance. If we limit the use of the Casket, then… perhaps.” Loki replied and watched you sit on the marble floor; your feet dipped in the water in front of it.

“Meet with Laufey, then.” you spoke, gazing up at him as you leant back against the marble.

“I could but the only leverage I have is his Casket,” Loki mumbled, pulling the Casket off its podium, and staring down at it.

“Maybe it’s not? What if Laufey misses his child? What if he is worrying for the child stolen from his temple. Think, Lohk. Why would someone abandon their baby in a temple?”

“Oh, I know, Y/N!” Loki snapped before sighing. You frowned and stood up, holding his shoulder, and smiling at him with understanding.

“I know this is hard for you, Loki,” you mumbled, your eyes filled with the love you felt for him and he glanced away, not feeling worthy of such appreciation.

“It’s not just hard, I’m King now! There’s so many things that I’m not ready for that are now going to be expected of me,” Loki sobbed, holding onto your hands now in a desperate attempt to ground himself, “the Casket recognises me as one of the Jötnar and it scares me because if it recognises me then so does Laufey and…”

Loki was interrupted by a guard walking into the Vaults and kneeling before him, one hand over his heart in a fist, “Your Royal Highness, the King of the Jötnar has requested your council.”

Loki’s heart stopped, he didn’t think Laufey would come so soon but he turned to look at you and you nodded gently so he took a deep breath, grabbed the Casket of Ancient Winters, and nodded to the guard, allowing the man to guide him to the throne room. As he walked, he knew the Jötnar were there because the walls were now lined with ice and his breath showed when he exhaled.

Sitting down on the throne, Loki peered down at Laufey and his group, “you requested to see me, King Laufey? I assume this is on the threat of war?”

Laufey regarded him with a careful gaze before stepping forward, noticing how the guards immediately raised their swords to him in defence of the regent king, “I come to discuss the Casket of Ancient Winters, Odinson. Since my treaty with Odin is no longer in effect, I would like to request that you give it back. Jötunheim is dying without its life force and I see no reason why Asgard should host it any longer.”

“You make a strikingly good argument, King Laufey but I suggest you work on your bargaining skills a bit better before speaking to me. I, Loki, King Regent of Asgard in Odin’s place. Why would you think I would so easily hand over the Casket to someone who knows how to lay waste to lands by merely lifting up that box?” Loki asked with a smirk as he leaned to the side of the throne to allow you to sit beside him and he held your hand behind your back so that Laufey could not see that he needed you for strength.

Laufey let out a growl and glared at the youngest son of Odin, “Odin dared give you the name of my son. Odin murdered my first-born son after the war as a warning and then took our Casket. Why should I trust you to do anything different from what he did?”

“Because I am not the senile old King that once sat here. I am Loki. I was born just as the war ended to Queen Frigga. She raised me more than my father and so I have compassion where Odin or my big brother do not. I see your realm for what it is, Laufey, I see it for how it used to be before Odin declared war. I apologise for the wrongdoings of the Aesir that took you away from the protection of the realms. Odin may not realise it, but I do, we need Jötunheim for the Yggdrasil to stay balanced. Without Jötunheim on the Yggdrasil, things will fall into ruin and I do not wish that to happen. With that in mind, I propose a truce,” Loki gave pause, studying Laufey’s expressions thoroughly with a raised eyebrow of false boredom.

“Another bargain for the peace of your world?” A general behind Laufey huffed out and Laufey held out his hand to stop the general.

“If it is a truce the false King requests then he shall get it. On what demands, your majesty?” Laufey asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Loki stilled and made eye contact with his birth father and then he chuckled, “on the demands that you leave Asgard alone, patrol your subjects more thoroughly and in return we shall give you back your Casket.” Loki hesitated for a moment before smirking and standing up, “and perhaps your son when he is ready.”

Laufey also paused, observing the false king for a proper amount of time before speaking up, bravely keeping his sorrow out of his mind, “my son? My son died when your father waged war on my kingdom. He was slaughtered, made an example of. I had no hope of saving my boy. Now you sit here, Loki Odinson, with my son’s name and I ask... why? Why would Odin agree to give the throne to his spare and then also allow him to make decisions so rash as these are?”

“As I said before, I am not the old man who wanted to keep peace. I have a level mind, that is true but if you wish for a war then that is what Loki Odinson will give you,” Loki spoke and watched as Laufey took in his words and he chuckled deeply, “has rumour of my lies spread to even the most abandoned Realm? Do you know what I am, King Laufey?”

Laufey chuckled deeply and shook his head as he watched Loki, “you are a Silvertongue, you lie and manipulate, and you are the dark son of Odin for practicing seiðr without Odin’s consent. You grew from a boy that knew no boundaries of trickery into a perfect Prince. That is all you ever will be. A prince of Asgard.”

“I am more than just a meagre Prince, King Laufey. You stand before King Loki of Asgard and you will show some respect. Actually, I tire of this conversation. You may leave now; we will discuss this later.” Loki dismissed Laufey and watched as the guards pulled him away from the throne room, hearing the monster growl and try to fight.

You stood from the throne and stood beside Loki, your hand resting on his shoulder gently and you helped him slow his breathing to one of calm, “you worry too much, my King. Asgard is prospering under your rule and everyone knows you will always be a great King. Offering to exchange peace for their Casket was a brave idea. Give Laufey a few days and see how he thinks about it when those days are done.”

Loki looked at you and nodded softly, grateful that you were there to keep him balanced.

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Days passed and slowly, Loki was settling into his place on the throne in Odin’s place. He had talked with the dwarves of Nidavellir and, though begrudgingly, they had agreed to assist Asgard in a war against Jötunheim if it came to that.

On a peaceful Friday morning, Loki was sat on his balcony overlooking all of Asgard and when he looked down over the railing, he saw that many houses and grand buildings no longer held Odin’s sigil, they held his. The symbol of Loki. A farce. He was not an Odinson, not a legitimate King but they didn’t know that. They only knew him as Loki Odinson and that is how it shall stay until Thor returns and Loki can step down from the throne.

Joining him at his side, you looked over the golden city with a happy smile on your face. You held Loki’s hand and rested your head on his shoulder, “we have news from Lady Eir, Odin seems to be slipping into a normal Odinsleep now. He should still remain asleep for at least a decade, but Frigga has every faith that you can hold the fort until the King does wake up.”

“And what of Thor?” Loki asked, his voice unsteady as he looked out to the Bifrost.

“He’s…managing.” you replied and Loki scowled, knowing how Thor could possibly be reacting to becoming a simple mortal now, “he has made a few allies, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis and Doctor Jane Foster. He seems to be taking a liking to the doctor, but she does not appreciate how ill-mannered he is.”

Loki snorted and looked to the blue of the sky with a smirk, “no, Thor has never been one for politeness on Midgard. When we went down in the 18th Century, we barely made it out alive.”

“That is the problem with Thor, he doesn’t learn other world’s customs. He only assumes they are the same as Asgard’s and is really cocky when he is corrected, that is probably why Odin sent him down there, to teach him manners,” you grumbled.

Loki observed his soulmate’s face and grinned, no one had ever agreed with him before. You were also the first one in Millennia that saw him for him and that also agreed with how he saw Thor, it was overwhelming sometimes.

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After a while, Loki led you down to the private gardens reserved only for Queen Frigga and Loki; it had not been used in ages since Queen Frigga had been planning Thor’s coronation and then had been by Odin’s side after he fell into the Odinsleep. Sitting down in the long grass, Loki admired his soulmate and how beautiful you had become over the last century. You had grown into herself, had become more powerful and much more knowledgeable about the world around you. You were a bright girl and challenged Loki in everything he knew from magic to simple tasks such as riding a horse.

As you sat down, Loki helped you by gently holding your hand and smiling at you and when you were comfortable, he conjured up a picnic blanket and basket, snorting when you slapped him on the arm, “you couldn’t have conjured that blanket up before?!”

With a shrug, Loki opened the picnic basket and started to eat a sandwich while watching you, “I wanted a reaction and I got it.” He finished his sandwich and barely swallowed it when you growled and pushed him down onto the blanket, holding his tunic in your hand.

“You really are a trickster, my King, why do I trust you so?” you whispered and Loki chuckled before leaning up and his hand found your cheek.

“Because you are mine as I am yours, I’d never lie to you, sweet girl,” Loki mumbled, staring deep into your eyes and he noted with a fond look that they seemed to glow with love and pride when he announced his love to you.

You hummed and quickly leaned down, kissing him softly on the lips before sitting back up and taking out a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses, “it’s been matured for 10 years, the finest of Alfheim according to their Princess.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less of Alfheim, to be fair, they always come out with the best of everything and I always find myself so impressed," Loki whispered, taking a sip from his glass as he looked over at you.

You breathed out a laugh and downed the wine before laying down on the blanket to stare at the stars that were beginning to appear. "What if we went to Jötunheim?" you whispered nervously, feeling Loki tense beside you.

"Y/N," Loki groaned, not feeling comfortable with the casual way you brought it up, "Jötunheim is dangerous, you know that. For us to go, it would also leave Asgard defenceless!"

You frowned and rolled over onto your side to face him, watching as Loki did the same to gaze at you. "You heard it, Loki, Laufey wanted you! At least have a conversation with him before deciding against knowing him!"

Loki rolled his eyes and sighed as he reached out a hand and clasped yours gently, his thumb gently rubbing your skin. "Maybe when Odin awakens but I'm not... I'm not ready," he whispered softly and your expression softened at the sight of his vulnerability.

You shuffled closer to him, your eyes fluttering closed as you sealed his lips in a gentle kiss. Loki moaned sweetly against you and his hand snaked down to pull your hips closer to his as his tongue attempted to slide past your lips but you fought back. You boldly straddled your king and dominated the kiss, your tongue sliding into his mouth as your hips rocked against the leathers of his thigh. The friction against your clothed pussy was nearly enough to make you lose your mind but you knew that Loki needed to be taken care of.

Gently, your seiðr washed over him and rid him of his clothes. Bare beneath you, Loki opened his eyes and pulled away from the kiss to stare up at you, his eyes radiating nervousness and vulnerability that made your heart clench for him. "Sweet boy," you purred, cupping his cheek and watching him lean into it, "let me take care of you."

Loki whined and leaned back into the blanket, arms behind his head as he crossed his ankles. Even naked as he was, he held himself like the King he was and deserved to be. You smiled as you began to kiss down his body, watching as his chest rose and fell a little bit faster as you bit down on his hardened nipples and tugged, enjoying the pleasured moan that Loki released.

You peppered kisses down his v-line before making sure you now gave all of your attention to the God's half-hard cock before you. You smiled as you ran your nails down his abdomen, watching Loki hiss in drunken pleasure as his cock twitched at the pain. You pressed a kiss to his tip before taking him down your throat and moaning at the taste of pre-cum on your tongue as he hit the back of your throat. Your eyes fluttered shut as you savoured the delicious taste of Loki's cock in your mouth, filling up every crevice and reminding you that it belonged there.

Slowly, you dragged yourself away until only the tip was between your lips, causing Loki to whine and buck his hips. You smiled as his eyes met yours and you saw the desperation there. Deciding to take mercy, you took him deep into your throat again, enjoying the pleased whine of your King as you pleasured him.

After a while, you could tell that Loki was nearing his end as his breaths got shallower every time that your mouth rose and sunk down on his cock, his abdomen clenching along with his balls which were comfortably resting in the palm of your hand to tease him. Loki's hair was sweaty and clung to his forehead as his fingers clenched at the blanket beside him, his mouth open and spewing whine after whine and deep moans as he rapidly approached his end.

You pulled off just at the last moment and watched as the King moaned in irritation, his hips trying to chase your mouth to regain his glorious orgasm but you sat up on your knees and smirked at him. As Loki heaved a breath, he glared at you before growling and pouncing on you.

"Fucking whore," Loki spat, his submissive side receding to make way for the dominant and angry God above it. His palms locked your hands above your head and he glared down at you, his emerald green eyes aflame with need and impatience, "you just couldn't give me what I want. Now I shall have to take it from you."

You smirked as you relaxed into the blankets, watching as Loki ripped off your dress and your underwear before nudging your legs apart and pulling one of them over his shoulder, gently nudging the tip of his cock against your entrance before pushing inside, moaning deeply as he turned his head to kiss your calf sloppily, his hips lazily thrusting into you.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock began pounding against your g-spot continuously, the angle of your leg over his shoulder giving Loki ample space to be able to get to your weakness without having to adjust himself. Filthy moans fell from your mouth as Loki continued to thrust into you, his brows knotted and moans of his own spilling from his lips as he fucked you.

"L-Loki!" you moaned, watching as Loki lazily gazed down at you, his pace increasing just to watch your eyes snap shut, your eyebrows crease and your mouth form into the beautiful 'o' shape that he was addicted to seeing. One hand fell from holding your hands above your head to gently wrap around your throat in the way that he knew you were addicted to. Still, you gasped and arched up into the touch but breathed out, "can I c-cum? P-please! I've been good!"

Loki huffed out a laugh, his pace picking up to a brutal speed that made your brain turn to jelly and your moans become filthier as you lost control of your filter. You were glad that no one came down the corridor leading to the gardens apart from Frigga so your dignity would still be intact.

"Call me your King," Loki growled, his grip around your neck tightening and you saw stars as that combined with the fast pace of his cock was sending you propelling towards your orgasm. The hand that was caging your wrists above your head dropped to your clit, beginning to toy with it as he glared at you.

One of your hands flew up to hold his wrist at your throat, your mouth agape as Loki stared at you expectantly. "M-My... My K-King! Pl-please let me cum!" you screamed, the coil in your stomach becoming unbearable as you waited for his answer.

Loki's mouth curled into a smirk and his thrusts became sloppier as he reached his own end. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers working your clit faster as he kept his eyes locked on yours, "cum for me, little darling."

Needing no further persuasion, the coil in your core snapped and you were pushed over the edge as a blissful scream filled the air, your cunt clenching hard around Loki and causing him to curse and spill his seed inside you.

Panting, Loki smiled down at you and gently eased your leg off of his shoulder, pulling out of you and gently lifting you up from the blanket. With a rush of seiðr, the both of you were in Loki's chambers and the God settled you into his bed, climbing in beside you and pulling your back flush against his chest. You sighed tiredly and enjoyed the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe.

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Hours later, you were roused by soft murmurings but made sure to keep up the ruse that you were asleep, wanting to know what Loki was admitting to you that he couldn't when you were 'awake'.

"Perhaps we should go to Jötunheim when my regency is over," Loki whispered softly, his fingers drifting down your hips and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders, "I'm just... so scared that you'll leave me... You are my dagger, Y/N... I'd cease to exist if I lost you."

Unaware that he knew you were awake, you listened as he continued, "you saw me as I truly am. A Frost Giant monster and yet you still stayed... You slapped me... oh but it turned me on... If the books were right about soulmates, you would be mine... I'm so so lucky to have you..."

With the faintest smile on your lips, you fell back into slumber, unaware that Loki chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head with a gentle whisper, "sleep well, my sweet love."

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter One

A/N: Before I stumbled into the Tolkien fandom, I wrote Marvel fanfic and while I wrote fanfic before I knew that was what it was called, this is the very first fic I'd written knowing it actually had a name/genre. This was the first of four fics in this series, and I did 3 spin off fics as well, which I may or may not post, depending on whether or not anyone has any interest in them.

Anyway, here it is... The first chapter of the first story... I hope you don't hate it. :)

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.5k

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Previous chapters can be found here!

Someday, I’ll learn never to ask what else could go wrong.

All McKenna Carlin wanted was to go home, stand under the hot shower, until she forgot all about the day from hell. Maybe then, she’d stop obsessing over why she asked questions she really didn’t want to know the answers to. Maybe.

She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. Some days were bad, this one put them all to shame. If it could go wrong, it did. After that hot shower, a glass of wine was a must.

Opening her eyes again, she tried to ignore the sense of weariness creeping into her as she peered around the small apartment that she had, until only that morning, shared with Joe. Now, the pale eggshell white walls were missing pictures she’d grown accustomed to looking at, and the closet to her left would no doubt have a lot more room in it now.

It was for the best. Things had gone sour months earlier, only neither one of them had the stones to admit it. True, there were better ways to find out he’d already moved on than by seeing a text never meant for her eyes, but at least now she knew.

He had Shelley and she had outlines on the walls where photographs used to hang.

With a heavy sigh, she pushed up from the door and bracing one foot against the back of the other, kicked off her left sneaker, and then her right. She thought the run might help. Might clear her head, but it didn’t. Her thoughts were just as heavy as they had been before her run. Only now she was hot and sweaty on top of it.

She padded down the short, narrow hallway to her room, where Cinder, her chubby gray and white cat, lay curled up in his usual ball, sound asleep. His eyes didn’t open, but his motor kicked over as she stretched to scratch him under the chin. Bit by bit, his neck stretched, and then his eyes opened, amber and sleepy. He yawned. He stretched.

He promptly went back to sleep.

Her bathroom adjoined her room, and as she crossed to it, she peeled off her sweaty running clothes. Lightweight jacket. Tank top. All-important sports bra.

She had to shimmy out of the Lycra pants. And did the usual one-footed hop across to the threshold of the bathroom before she wrestled herself free. Everything lay where it fell. She’d get it on her return trip.

The tub, like the rest of the building, was old. But like the rest of the building, it had a wonderful charm that managed to offset the hassle of sometimes not having enough hot water. It was clawfooted and beautiful, and sometimes after a long day, she loved to just sit in it with a glass of wine, a good book, and enough bubbles to make every drain in the building fizz.

But tonight was a shower night, so she turned on the spray full blast and hoped for the best. As the water warmed, she smiled. No one was using their dishwasher just now. Perfect.

The shower was just the right temperature to ease the ache in her leg muscles. She hadn’t run a lot, less than two miles, but in the heat of a late June night, two miles felt like ten and she scrubbed harder than usual to get rid of the sweaty film. She shampooed twice. Conditioned once. And cursed like a sailor when she reached out toward the toilet, only to find she hadn’t taken a towel from the neatly folded pile on the organizer.

The memory foam bathmat soaked up more water than it should’ve, and she winced at the squishiness as she stretched to grab the wayward towel. She was just wrapping it about herself when the entire building lurched and something boomed overhead.

“Thunderstorm,” she muttered, grabbing a second towel to wrap about her hair. That godawful pixie cut she’d impulsively gotten just before Christmas had finally—finally—grown out. It was to her shoulders now, and freshly highlighted to get rid of any telltale white hairs that liked to show up every now and then to remind her she wasn’t twenty-five any longer, and the towel grew damp as she wrapped it turban-style and pulled open the door.

There were no A/C vents in the bathroom, so the blast of cold air made her yelp. She shivered, almost dancing over to her dresser, where she pulled out a pair of cotton pj bottoms and a her favorite tee shirt from her pj drawer. She unwound her turban and squeezed as much water as she could from her hair, then tossed the towel in the laundry basket on her way out to the kitchen

“Weird. Thunder, but no lightning,” she muttered, the hardwood floor cool beneath her feet. She’d had the floors redone the previous summer and they’d been sanded and polished to a golden maple finish, probably more beautiful than they’d been when the building was first built.

The kitchen was halfway down the hallway, with another full bath on the left and a spare bedroom (if it could be called that. It was a bedroom only in the sense that a twin bed would fit, but would leave precious little room for any other furniture) that she’d turned into a reading room of sorts. She was halfway between bedroom and kitchen when the second crash shook the building hard enough that she lost her footing and banged up against the wall.

“What the—?” She righted herself as Cinder let out a howl and darted between her feet to disappear into the spare room. “Cinder, you—”

Whatever the cat was remained unspoken as the living room came into sight and any and all words up and died on McKenna’s lips. She still had no idea what shook the building so badly, but she was fairly sure that when she’d gone into the bathroom, a man was not lying on the area rug just inside the door, where she’d have to have stepped over him to come completely into her apartment.

She stared first at the man lying motionless on the cheerful multicolor rug she’d picked up at a craft fair years earlier. Was he wearing… leather? Black and green leather, no less. And from the looks of him, the leather made him sweat the exact same way running in this sticky summer weather made her sweat.

Cinder hopped up onto the halfway separating the kitchen from the dining area portion of the living room, puffed to twice his normal size. Considering he weighed in at nearly twenty pounds, it was an impressive sight, but one McKenna only barely glanced at as she swallowed hard at the sight of this stranger—in leather, no less—lying unconscious on her floor.

“How the hell…” The whisper died on her lips as she glanced about for something to use as a weapon. Weapon. What the hell did she have that was even remotely weapon-like? The closest thing she had was an aluminum baseball bat, and that was currently in the backseat of her car, three floors down. Fat lot of good that would do.

The man groaned and she took another, very quick, step back.

Cinder hissed, then growled low in the back of his throat.

McKenna looked from the cat to the man. From the man to the cat. Which one would move first?

The man moved.

“Where…” His voice was deep, but faint. He tried to sit up, but just as quickly sank back, both hands coming to rest on his chest. Another low groan rose, but he remained still.

McKenna cleared her throat. “Who are you and how the hell did you get in here?”

“Quiet.”

The brusqueness of his voice caught her off-guard and she stared at him, even though he stared straight up at the ceiling. “I beg your pardon?”

“You should. What realm is this?”

“Realm?” The cordless phone sat on the counter next to Cinder. Gingerly, she stepped toward it. “You’ve got about five minutes before I’ve got the town’s finest here to haul your ass out of my apartment, mister.”

“What realm is this?”

“What are you talking about?” If she stretched, she could just put her fingers on the phone. She leaned to her left.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The phone slid further out of reach, bumping up against the puffy cat, who yowled and practically flew off the counter. “What the hell—?”

This time, when the man attempted to sit, he didn’t sink back. Instead, he glared at her through eyes of the coldest pale blue she’d ever seen. “I am Loki of Asgard and what realm is this?”

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