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This is a Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader SMAU fic, requested by: Anonymous. There is no mention to y/n’s race in this fic, if you see anything that goes against this please tell me so I can correct it asap. Thank you for reading... hope you enjoy :)
Requested - Yes - Anon - Loki x reader where the reader is being held prisoner at the TVA because she knows Loki better than anyone else - the rest is up to you. Thank you!!!
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A/N - If you want a part two to this/want to be tagged in part two, let me know! Spoilers for the first two episodes of Loki.
“Who was she?” Loki asked as the reel came to an end.
He had just witnessed his entire life play out before him, ending long before it should have and having accomplished nothing he thought he wanted. He recognised nearly everyone shown, his mother, father, the Avengers, Thor…but there was a woman that he had no recollection of, clearly not yet meeting her but important enough to his future self for her to be included.
“She was one of the few people who saw the good in you. One of the very few people who thought you could be more than the villain, who saw the potential in you.” Mobius said, causing him to screw his eyes shut and shake his head.
“As if there could ever be such a person.” Loki scoffed. He knew what he was, the film reel only highlighted that.
“Her name is Y/N. Thor brought her to Asgard during your time spent there as prisoner. She wandered down to your cell despite being told never to go by Odin. She was there for the battle, saw all the destruction and chaos but still she asked you for your side of the story.” Mobius said, pausing as Loki interrupted him.
“Why on Earth would she ask for my side of the story?” Loki asked bitterly, his eyes still wet with tears.
“That’s exactly what you asked her.” Mobius smiled, “You dismissed her, told her to leave but she didn’t listen. She stayed and sat with you in silence and continued to do so as the days went on, sometimes she brought books and read to you. Eventually you caved and told her your side of it. Somehow she decided that you weren’t all bad.”
“Then she is a fool.” Loki snarled, finally turning to face mobius.
“A fool,” Mobius chuckled fondly, “I don’t think so, I think once upon a time she was the villain and she was given a second chance. I think that made her kinder. Besides, she’s a fool you love more than anything, she’s a fool you lived for, a fool you would’ve died for without hesitation.”
Loki stayed silent for a few moments, processing the information. It seemed utterly impossible for anybody to love him, the thought of it was ridiculous. How could someone see good in him, he was the villain…he was always destined to be the villain.
“What happened to her?” Loki asked eventually.
“After Thanos was defeated and the Avengers brought everybody back, she hoped you’d be brought back too. When you weren’t, she was lost, broken. She had lost the one person who truly believed in her and she couldn’t deal with it. She used the time machine and went back to the moment before Thanos attacked you, she tried to warn you, she tried to change the future but that future couldn’t be changed.”
“What happened to her?” Loki asked again, this time more harshly, a dangerous edge to his tone.
“The TVA stepped in; she was to be pruned but then the decision was changed. We’ve been looking into you for a very long time, needing information and trust me when I say nobody knows a Loki better than Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Mobius said with a smile that Loki didn’t understand.
“She’s here?” He asked instead.
“She’s here.” Mobius confirmed.
“You dare to hold her here, for what? Because she knows me? Let her go.” Loki ordered, stepping close to Mobius who just chuckled in response.
“If it makes you feel better, she hasn’t given up any information about you. Refuses to speak to any of us, so they put her in a time cell hoping that’ll convince her to talk but I don’t think it’ll do any good. Even when she knows you’re dead, she’s still protecting you, consequences be damned.”
Loki thought she sounded foolish, to you he was dead, why wouldn’t you bargain for your own life? Give them information and make them let you go. A small part of him was pleased though, loyalty like that was almost impossible to come by.
That small part of him wanted to know you but he knew that was impossible.
Loki sighed, too quiet for Mobius to hear, before taking a seat on the step.
“I can’t go back, can I?” He asked, knowing the answer. He was never going to get to experience the things he’d seen. “Back to my timeline.”
Mobius looked at him, he really did sympathise with the God, watching how you had held up against the interrogations for him, well he must have been worth it.
In a moment of weakness, Loki confessed everything that only he knew…well things he hadn’t told you yet at least. He admitted that he didn’t enjoy hurting people, didn’t enjoy being the villain, admitted how weak he felt so conjured fear to feel powerful, he explained everything to Mobius, he explained the illusions, how he wanted to control.
“You do know yourself.” Mobius said, pleasure in his voice.
“A villain.” Loki admitted in defeat.
“That’s not how I see it.” Mobius said, watching as Loki looked down, not giving away what he felt about that statement. “That’s not how she saw it either.”
“I can’t offer you salvation,” Mobius told him, “but maybe I can offer you something better. Like I said we’re holding Y/N here because she knows Loki’s better than anybody.”
“What do you mean ‘Loki’s?” He asked, it hadn’t occurred to him that the plural had been used earlier either.
“A fugitive Variant’s been killing our Minutemen.“ Mobius told him, causing Loki to raise his eyebrows.
"And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?” He asked as he stepped closer to Mobius
“That’s right.” He nodded.
“Because” Mobius began, “the Variant we’re hunting is you.” Loki’s eyebrows raised in confusion at this.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki said, they were hunting him?
Loki agreed to help and was quickly tasked with watching educational videos about the TVA, their policies and protocols but his mind kept wandering back to you. You were here somewhere, risking your life by withholding information. He admired you more than he wanted to admit and knew he had to meet you.
“Hey.” Mobius greeted as he walked up to his desk to see Loki sat with his feet up.
Before he could say anything else Loki spoke:
“I went to see her.”
It wasn’t a surprising statement to Mobius, in fact he’d been waiting for Loki to ask since he first heard about you. After the first outing with Loki to track the Variant down, he admitted he was growing fond of the God, so despite restrictions he nodded.
“I thought you might want to. Leave it to me, I’ll sort something out.”
You sat on the floor, eyes dry as you’d long ran out of tears.
It isn’t real.
You kept repeating the statement to yourself, not wanting to forget. It was so easy to forget that this wasn’t real. If you let yourself you could pretend Loki was alive, you could give in and lose yourself forever in this fake world they had conjured up for you.
Somehow you resisted, though as the days dragged on it was getting harder.
Every few minutes the scene would reset itself when you didn’t play your part.
Loki would stroll in through the door, calling out for you.
You remembered the moment they were playing for you, you were supposed to meet him at the door and he would bring you in for a soft kiss. He had had a long day at the Grandmaster’s side, playing his part so the two of you could escape.
It had been weeks since you had first arrived, breathing a sigh of relief when Loki stood in front of you. You were welcomed immediately once the Grandmaster found out you knew Loki and since then he had been working his way up in the man’s good graces.
After the two of you pulled away from each other you were supposed to go over to the sofa where Loki would wrap you up in his arms, tucking you in so your head rested under his chin. He’d place soft kisses on your forehead and let his fingers dance along your skin.
It was a moment of peace for the pair of you.
Then the scene diverged from how it should of continued, instead Loki told you how you were merely a pawn in his game, you had run your course and he no longer needed you, he told you how glad he was to be rid of you, how you were a villain just like him, he told you to stop playing the hero, reminded you of all the people you’d hurt, all the lives you ruined until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Right now, Loki was berating you, you wanted to cry, you wanted to scream and punch the walls and beg him to stop. You had done all of that in the early days and it made no difference, the scene always played on no matter how much you begged.
They said if you told them about Loki they’d let you go but you refused to talk. He might be dead but according to them there were other Loki’s out there and whilst none would ever come close to your Loki, you wouldn’t betray any of them.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, it could’ve been mere minutes or years, but the orange light appeared in the shape of a doorway and a man was stepping through.
You liked him. He was always nice to you even though you knew it frustrated him when you wouldn’t give any information up, he never hurt you like the others.
“Hello Y/N.” He said, his voice soft and smile friendly.
“Mobius.” You greeted, voice empty of emotion.
Mobius hated seeing you like this, he really did. He remembered you when they first brought in, so full of fight and spirit. Seeing you this broke didn’t sit right with him.
“C’mon.” He said, holding out a hand for you to grab, frowning when you flinched.
After an awkward pause you did take the offered hand and let Mobius take you through the doorway.
“No.” You said as you stepped out, turning to go back through the door but it was already closed.
“Y/N,” Mobius began, his voice changing to resemble that of how someone would talk to a frightened animal.
“No, not here, only in there,” you said, gesturing to the empty space where the door was only moments before. “He’s never here.”
“Y/N, this is Loki.” Mobius tried again but before he got the chance to give you an explanation, you exploded.
“My Loki is dead, Mobius!” You yelled pushing Mobius away, the fight you had thought long gone coming back stronger than ever, you felt the anger build inside of you, it felt like it was going to burn you alive. You hadn’t cried in a long time but the tears came pouring down rapidly now. “He’s dead, I watched him die! So don’t stand there and tell me he’s my Loki. Whatever kind of torture this is, it won’t work. You hear me, I hope the Loki your tracking finds you first, I hope he burns this place to the ground.” Despite the anger and the yelling, Mobius couldn’t help but smile as you echoed some of Loki’s first words to him.
“Y/N, is it?” Loki said, taking a hesitant step towards you.
You turned away from him, refusing to play whatever game Mobius had set up.
“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what to say, it feels like you know everything about me and I so little about you.” Loki confessed, he really was at a loss but seeing you so sad, so broken, so tortured…it pained him.
“You’re not my Loki.” You whispered harshly, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself rather than him.
“No, I’m afraid I’m not, for I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet. Though I do envy my future self for having got so much time with you but perhaps it was better that way, I don’t think you would have liked this version of me as much.” Loki was shocked to find he believed the words wholeheartedly.
“You’re not my Loki.” Was your only reply.
“I know.” Loki repeated. “I am from your timeline though. I’m the Loki that just lost to the Avengers in New York.” Here he watched as you looked to Mobius, who gave you a sincere smile whilst nodding.
Then you turned to look at him.
“2012 Loki?” You asked, wiping at your eyes.
“Yes. I was captured and Thor was ready to take me to Asgard when the tesseract was released and I made my escape.” He watched as you played the information over in your head, matching it up with events you remembered.
“That’s when the TVA got you?” You asked, hesitant to believe it but Mobius was the only one who hadn’t lied to you yet.
“That’s when the TVA got me.” Loki confirmed, shooting you a small smile. “I heard they got you because you tried to save me.”
“Tried being the key word,” you scoffed, “I was so close, but they whisked me away and reset the timeline. I’ve been here ever since.”
“Staying loyal to a dead man?” Loki asked, causing you to smile.
“My Loki might be dead but there are other Loki’s out there, I refuse to betray any of them, especially one causing the TVA so much trouble.” You said, missing the way Mobius grinned.
“Your Loki must have meant an awful lot to you to inspire so much loyalty.”
“My Loki meant everything to me.” Was your reply.
There was a pause in the room and Mobius was quick to gesture to the chairs around the table. You hesitated for a moment which Loki noticed and he moved to pull a chair out for you. You couldn’t help but smile at him, the gesture was something you had become so used to, God you missed him.
“So, this Variant?” Loki asked, looking away from you to Mobius.
The three of you spent the next few hours going over the information the TVA had on the Variant and if Loki moved closer to you…well who could possibly blame him?
“Oh, my goodness. Don’t tell me the Variant ambushed and killed another team of Minutemen?” Here Loki paused to let out an exaggerated gasp causing you to laugh silently into the palm of your hand. “And stole their reset charge as well.” You couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter causing Loki to grin widely before the two of you were shushed.
You both froze as you locked eyes with Loki, you raised your eyebrow at him causing him to smirk. Slowly he turned around to see the librarian and shushed her back.
You couldn’t have wiped the smile off of your face if you tried.
“Wait, I’ve got it!” Loki exclaimed after a long silence were the two of you continued reading the files Mobius had left.
“What?” You asked, looking up at him.
You watched as Loki scooped the folders up before reaching a hand out to you, you didn’t hesitate as you took it and let him pull you along.
“Where are we going?” You laughed.
“To show Mobius.” He told you, looking back to smile at you before hurrying over to Mobius who was sitting with a lunch tray.
“I found something.” Loki said, placing the files on the table and taking a seat, dragging you into the seat next to him, so close your knees brushed together.
Mobius ignored his words as he replied, “No, I said don’t bother me until you’ve read all the files.”
“We have read them all.” You and Loki said together, pausing to look at each other with small smiles and turning back to Mobius who watched the two of you with a raised eyebrow.
It wasn’t long before you were hiding a smile as Loki demonstrated how his theory worked using Mobius’ salad as Asgard and another worker’s drink and some salt. One of the many things you loved about Loki was how expressive he was when he was explaining something, especially when it was something he was passionate about. The hand gestures, the demonstrations, even just how elegantly he spoke…you loved watching him talk like this. There was an ache in your chest at seeing this again, but you managed to push it aside.
“There’s the apocalypse.” Loki said with a proud smile.
“That’s the apocalypse?” Mobius asked looking down at his, now ruined, lunch.
“If everything around you is destined to lead up to that one moment then whatever you do won’t have an impact,” You said looking from the salad to Loki who was nodding at you with a pleased expression, “right?”
“Exactly!” He exclaimed. “So, the Variant hides out in these apocalypses,”
“And nobody would ever know because whatever that Loki is doing can’t affect anything, whatever they do doesn’t stop the apocalypse.” You finished and Loki looked so pleased as he turned to face you.
“Not bad.” Mobius said, causing you and Loki to quickly look away from each other, making Mobius chuckle.
As Loki and Mobius tested the apocalypse theory out, you were forced to stay behind. Whilst you were allowed to help out with the research work, Renslayer had denied you access to leave the TVA.
You were sort of glad for the opportunity to be alone. Seeing Loki again was hard, he was so much like your Loki which made sense because technically he was your Loki just an earlier version of him. His mannerisms were so similar that sometimes you had to pause to catch your breath as the ache in your chest grew.
Sometimes Mobius sent Loki on a task when he saw you were getting overwhelmed and in the few minutes of Loki’s absence, Mobius would sit with you and talk just above a whisper, sometimes he praised you, sometimes he told you stories, whatever he did always grounded you and you were so thankful to the man.
Some days it was almost like the time cell they had you in were you just wanted to pretend that he was the Loki you knew, pretend that he knew you too. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you and just let the world fall away. It would’ve been so easy to do it but you pushed through it and carried on with the helping find the other Loki.
“So, tell me where you’re going again.” You asked Loki as Mobius spoke with somebody.
“Earth, more precisely Haven Hills, Alabama, 2050. It’s a corporate town owned by Roxxcart until it’s wiped out by a hurricane.” Loki told you.
“And that’s where you think Loki’s hiding?” Loki looked at you watching as you nervously bit your lip. He frowned seeing how worried you were.
“Hey,” Loki said, placing his hand under your chin and guiding you to look up at him. He let his palm rest against your cheek. “What’s wrong?”
You sighed as you let your eyes fall closed. You didn’t know what was wrong, you just knew something didn’t feel right.
“What if something goes wrong?” You asked instead of answering.
“It’s going to be fine.” Loki assured you with a small smile but you just shook your head before moving away from him to pace.
“You don’t know that Loki, you don’t know it’ll be fine!” You exclaimed, causing Loki’s eyes to widen in concern.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Loki whispered as he reached for you, pulling you close so that your head rested on his chest. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into him and he let his hand rub comfortingly up and down your back. “Tell me what’s wrong, darling.”
That seemed to be the final straw for you and before Loki knew it you were sobbing into his chest, gripping him tightly like he’d disappear if you let go.
“It’s ok, you’re ok.” Loki continued to whisper soothing words into your hair as he held you.
Mobius turned to call Loki over, the task force ready to leave but when he saw the two of you huddled together he gestured for everyone to move away to give the two of you some privacy.
“Tell me what’s wrong, love, so I can fix it.” Loki said after you began to calm down. He pulled you away from him, frowning as you whimpered but relaxed as he just wiped your tears away, keeping you close the entire time.
“The last time I…” You trailed off, taking a shaky breath, “The last time I lost you, you told me everything would be fine. You were lying of course; you knew you were lying but I didn’t. I didn’t know just how bad it would be and now you’re going to face another Loki, one who has been avoiding and killing minutemen for longer than I’ve been alive. I can’t lose you again, I can’t lose you.” You rushed out, your voice breaking at the end as another round of tears fell from your eyes.
Loki paused for a moment and just watched you, feeling his heart clench in sympathy. He hated his future self for dying, for leaving you alone but he also knew how much he loved Thor, he’d rather the both of you live without him than him having to live without either of you. Maybe that made him selfish but he could see why his future self had made the sacrifice.
“I’m sorry, darling,” He said as he pulled you back into his arms, “I’m so sorry that you were left alone, believe me if I could change it I would no matter what I had to do but if it comes down to you or me, I’m always going to choose you. I know that after only knowing you for a short amount of time so the Loki you spent years with….well I can see why he wouldn’t hesitate. You can come with us, I’ll convince Mobius, if it’ll make you feel better, but everything really is going to be ok.” Loki promised as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
As he turned his head, he saw Mobius who gestured that they needed to go. Silently, he pointed to you and then to Mobius, pleading with the man to let you go. He watched as Mobius frowned before looking down the hallway and back to the two of you before reluctantly nodding and mouthing “quickly.”
“Let’s go.” Loki said as he linked your hands together and led you to the task force.
Mobius smiled at you softly and you mouthed a thank you towards him before you were all being ushered through the doorway.
The rain was…well it was apocalyptic. You watched as Loki looked up at the sky as it thundered dangerously with a small smile, your Loki did that too, just looked up at the sky and thought of Thor when the weather was stormy.
Once the task force was inside Loki used his magic to dry the two of you off causing you to jump slightly, it had been so long since you’d been around magic.
“Thank you.” You said and Loki just smiled down at you.
“The hell was that?” One of the agents asked, causing Loki to grin cheekily.
“That was me using magic to dry our clothes so we don’t announce ourselves with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you.” You couldn’t help but snort, causing Hunter B-15 to glare at you.
“Take both teams and sweep the storm shelter.” She said to the rest of the task force and everyone was quick to move.
“Loki and I are gonna check out the Green House. We’ll meet…” Mobius began but was quickly cut off by Hunter B-15.
“No?” He asked in confusion
“You go with D-90 and take Y/L/N with you. He stays with me.” She said, causing Loki to glance first at Mobius then you, you watched him with a concerned look but eventually nodded.
Mobius and Hunter B-15 bickered back and forth before Loki cut in.
“Mobius, it’s fine. It’s fine. You can trust me. I understand I have to earn that, so, I will.” He said, again looking from Mobius to you. You smiled at him, causing him to smile back.
“Why is it the people you can’t trust are always saying, “Trust me”?” Mobius muttered to you before turning to Hunter B-15, “Okay, try to hang on to your Time Collar this time. We’ll see you in the showroom.”
And with that everyone went their separate ways.
“You can trust him, you know.” You told Mobius once you were far away enough from the others.
“No, you can trust him.” Mobius said with a fond smile. “Me however, well we’ll see.”
The two of you walked behind the group following as they led you into a room full of people seeking refuge.
“Check the bag for reset chargers.” One of the hunters said and everyone was quick to set to work as the people around you panicked.
“Hey! These people are scared.” Mobius snapped at one of the hunters who was being particularly vicious towards the people, looking at him now you recognised him as one of your harsher interrogators.
“They’re about to die. They should be scared.” He snapped back causing your eyes to widen in horror at the harshness.
“Not of us.” Mobius said calmly.
“Please we’ve got women and children.” A man said as he gently grabbed your arm and pleaded with you. You looked at him with tears in your eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” You whispered before Mobius led you away. “You’re really going to let these people die?”
“Our job isn’t to save them.” Mobius said sadly, sympathising with you. The first few missions are always the hardest.
“No,” You scoffed as you moved away from him, “your job is to make sure they die.” You hissed before stalking out of the room.
Tears made their way down your face as you left the room but you angrily brushed them away as you tried to find Loki. You had always thought something seemed off with the TVA but seeing their work up close made you nauseous.
A thud snapped you out of your thoughts and you peeked around a corner just in time to see Hunter B-15 hit the floor. You spared her little thought; Mobius would find her and instead you followed Loki.
You saw Loki standing alone but talking to somebody.
“I see, that’s your plan, lure us all here so you can blow the place up.”
You watched as a giant of a man came from nowhere and kicked Loki in the chest sending him flying backwards. The man, a Loki perhaps?, just thanked him for helping stall for time before hitting him again sending him further back. Loki used his magic but still the man showed no signs of slowing down.
“Stop hiding.” Loki commanded, causing you to raise an eyebrow. More than likely the Loki variant then, hiding in the bodies of refugees.
A sick feeling suddenly came over you as you watched the Loki variant choke Loki, images of Thanos and Loki invaded your mind and it took everything for you to stay quiet.
You breathed a sigh of relief as he let Loki go though it was short lived as Loki went flying again, smashing into one of the stands.
The Loki variant’s eyes turned green before the man hit the floor with a laugh, suddenly there was a hooded figure with glowing green hands standing behind him. As Loki’s voice bounced around the room, the Loki variant pulled his hood down.
There stood a woman. Loki in her true form.
“This isn’t about you.” She snarled.
“Right.” Loki said, sounding dubious before the power shut down. The last thing you saw was a smirk on the Loki variant’s face.
The lighting turned red as the Loki variant picked up a tempad, you watched as the familiar orange doorway appeared and that bad feeling you had about Loki coming here grew painfully.
This wasn’t going to end well for anybody.
She waved at Loki before stepping through the doorway and moments later Mobius, Hunter B-15 and another Hunter where running down the hallway shouting for Loki to stop.
“Loki, wait!” Mobius pleaded and Loki actually looked torn before shaking his head and walking towards the door.
“Loki!” You yelled, finally stepping out from behind one of the isles.
Here Loki paused before turning to you, his eyes were wide as he looked at you and, in that moment, you knew what would happen.
“Please.” You whispered and he looked crushed.
Mobius was near him now, nearly within distance to grab him, to push him away from that damned doorway but he was too late.
‘I’m sorry darling.’ Loki mouthed before he ran through the doorway.
The orange faded to nothing just as Mobius reached it and you could do nothing but stare at the doorway with an aching heart.
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Reposting this b/c last time it didn’t end up in any of the tags and it flopped. Here’s to hoping my account won’t glitch again 🥂
The TVA halls were always eerily quiet. You used to be uncomfortable making your way through them, constantly looking behind your shoulder. But after being in the agency for- god, you don’t even know how long- it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. At least it didn’t now, as you ran through them, desperately trying to hold onto the piles of documents in your hands.
You didn’t expect to have such a prominent variant case come by you today until Hunter B-15 stormed into your office in full armor.
“Mobius is trying to reason with the variant. Get in there and fix it,” she said, slamming the pile of documents on your desk before turning around and leaving.
“Well, uh, okay then.”
You picked up the documents in front of you, carefully skimming through them before stopping at the first image you saw. It was of a lean man with smooth, pale skin and dark hair that flowed down right above his shoulders. His eyes, however, were what made you stop reading. They had a certain mischievous glint in them, almost a sparkle, even with the somewhat uncertain look on his face.
“No way,” you whispered as you scanned over his face again. “What the hell is the God of Mischief doing here?”
You’ve never run to see a variant before, but you had to see this. Once you reached Mobius’ office, you were completely out of breath, leaning on the pale beige wall beside you. You went to open the door and walk in, but stopped as you heard muffled voices.
“And then the Dark Elves attack the palace, and you think you send them to Thor. But instead, you lead them right to her.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying. It’s not true.”
“It is true. That’s the proper flow of time! And it happens again, again, and again because it’s supposed to, because it has to.”
“Where is she?!”
You took a step back from the doors to where you can’t hear, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You could easily tell Mobius’ voice, it was strong and firm. But the other… you’d never heard a voice that tortured before. It was almost reminiscent of a scared child.
You stepped back towards the door, putting your ear on it.
“You weren’t born to be a king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be.”
“I thought I told you to get in there!” A voice booms from behind you.
You jump, quickly turning around to find B-15 behind you, a stern look on her face.
“S-Sorry, I was about to, I just got distracted-” you squeaked out.
“Move,” she said. You quickly stepped to the side, as she threw open the doors and barged into the room.
“What are you doing?” You heard her say as you peaked into the room behind her.
You’ve seen interrogation rooms plenty of times before, but you’ve never seen a hologram of the Avengers blown up in the middle of it. How do they always look so cool?
“My job. Is it yours to interrupt?” Mobius shot back, eyes glancing to your position by the door. “Oh hey, [Y/N], you working for her department now?”
You snapped out of your thoughts, turning back towards the three of them. And, for the first time since you got there, Loki looked at you, light eyes boring into your own. His expression was stone cold and unreadable, the scared child you’d heard in his voice nowhere to be seen.
“I, um, no, I just wanted to, uh, check out the var- situation. I wanted to check out the situation.” Your words just tumbled out with no coherency, causing heat to rush to your face. Your eyes dropped to the floor quickly, so you didn’t see Loki’s eyebrows slightly raise as he watched you.
“Anyway,” B-15 grumbled, rolling her eyes. “We have a situation.”
“There’s always a situation,” Mobius sighed, before turning to you. “Watch him.”
“Yes, sir,” you said back, giving him a weak salute.
You stepped further into the larger room as Mobius and B-15 made their ways out, the door slamming behind them.
“And who are you?” Loki questioned, crossing his arms.
“Oh,” you let out, surprised he actually talked to you. “I’m [Y/N]. I help Mobius with dangerous variants, but I’m not a field agent, I mostly research sequence violations and do paperwork.”
“Hmm,” he huffed.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It thickened the air. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know exactly how to go about a conversation with someone who wasn’t a co-worker.
“Y-You know, I heard what he said to you… about your mom.” You saw his shoulders tense and his face grimace. Okay, [Y/N], maybe not the best first impression. “He didn’t really mean it, though. He’s a nice person, but he’s also a trained agent. If you want answers, the best way to get them is by sparking an emotional reaction. It’s one of the first techniques agents are taught here”
Loki’s brows furrowed as he took in your words.
“That makes sense, I guess,” he said, shrugging. But he still looked incredibly uncomfortable, his arms crossed as if to protect himself as he scanned the unfamiliar room for an escape.
You sighed, walking over to the red chairs and taking a seat right beside him. His eyes no longer had the mischievous glint you saw in the photo- they looked haunted.
“There’s no point in looking for some sort of escape, you’re not gonna find one.”
His eyes snapped towards yours, glaring at you.
“We’ll see about that,” he scoffed. “And when I escape, I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”
“Oh, please, will you stop with all that conquering shit? Just because your life isn’t what you thought it was, doesn’t mean you don’t have a glorious purpose,” you told him, badly emulating his accent towards the end.
“Don’t mock me.” He tried to say intimidatingly, but there was no malice behind it. Instead, he ended up letting out a breathy chuckle.
“You had people that loved you,” you said softly. “I think that’s one of the best things time can give. But I don’t think that’ll ever happen for me here.”
Loki’s eyes trailed over your face, fully taking you in for the first time. He spent a good moment looking at you, at the longing expression on your face.
“How long have you been here?” He asked, his voice matching your softness.
“Too long,” you laughed before rubbing your eyes. “ It could be hundreds of years, thousands? Or maybe even a week, who knows. Time works so differently here”
There was a long beat before he responded. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
You smiled at him and you swore you could see the corners of his lips slightly lift.
“If it helps,” Loki started, his voice rising again to its previous grandiose state. “It looks like I’ll be here for a while…” He trailed off, his tone now playful.
You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at his words. His smirk turned into a full-blown grin at the sound. He couldn’t help but think that he’d happily listen to it for the rest of eternity, even if he had to stay in this hideous beige jumpsuit.
You should’ve known. Loki is never true to his word, but you hoped just maybe he would be different this time.
The Void put you in a constant state of trying to survive and although you were doing just fine on your own, but Loki, with his fitted suit and “vote loki” pin refusing to leave his suit jacket pushed his way into your life.
He’s tricked you countless times already and for some reason you keep trusting him.
Maybe it’s his smooth voice or his enchanting eyes. Or maybe you were just desperate to have more supplies.
This time he promised he would provide you with supplies on your trek to find a new place to take shelter. His sweet ‘of course I’ll help you little one’ led you to believe he’d follow through.
Now, you stand in his “lair” that he took from Kid Loki and he is nowhere to be seen.
A desolate quietness surrounds the room. You stay there, getting more impatient by the minute.
Just as you decide to leave, you hear the hatch opening and Loki climbs down the ladder. He spots you and his smirk deepens.
“Oh, love! You actually came,” he sneers and walks right past you. Loki settles into the throne in the center of the room and spreads his legs leisurely.
You try not to look at how good his thighs look in his pants, but you can’t help it and your eyes quickly look at them, then away. He chuckles, clearly noticing and rests his hand on his thigh.
“Of course I came, you promised me supplies? I was waiting here forever,” you exaggerate and he scoffs.
“Come on, you truly think I care about your little adventure? Enough to give you stuff I earned?”
You’re at a loss for words. You try to say something but he waves you off. The anger he’s igniting in you is only increasing as he keeps that stupid, sexy smirk on his face.
“I will miss you though, little one. Never get tired of messing with you,” he says, winking at you.
“Won’t miss you at all. You’re an asshole, Loki.” He raises an eyebrow at your words.
“I may be a jerk, sweetheart but you love it.”
His voice drops in a growl as he says it. You shift on your feet.
“Fuck you,” you snapped, trying to stand your own ground against him. You wanted to see his face drop and it does, then he smiles.
“That’s not a no.” You huff and he dramatically pouts.
“You’re so annoyed aren’t you? Asshole Loki makes you heated. So much in fact, you could’ve left by now...yet you’re still here. Pathetic...isn’t it?”
He doesn’t hide it when he looks you up and down. He leans further back into the throne and spreads his legs wider, which only adds more sparks to the ever growing fire instead of you.
“How about we have some goodbye fun, love? Your only chance.”
Loki moves his hand to the bulge in his pants, lightly pressing against it. He sighs, then while keeping his eyes on yours, slowly unzips his pants.
Your body moves without another question. You stride over to him and he reaches up to push you down to your knees.
“Take care of it,” he says and points to his crotch, widening his legs for you to settle between them.
You attempt to pull his pants down but Loki grabs your wrist. He holds it tightly as he takes his cock out, leaving the pants still on. He lets go of your wrist and looks at you expectantly.
“Well? Are you going to suck on it?”
You are, but you’re taken aback, both by his size and how good he looks staring down at you.
Loki scoffs and grabs your jaw, sticking his thumb into your mouth.
You suck on it and he groans.
“See? You can suck on my thumb, so I think you can suck on my cock. Or is that too hard for you?”
He taunts and removes his thumb from your mouth, smearing your saliva against his cock. You lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip. He grunts and you smile.
“Don’t get cocky, little one. I can ruin that smile in two seconds,” he growls, watching as you take more of him in your mouth. You can’t help but moan around him as you bob your head up and down, your underwear already soaked from sucking him off.
“This is turning you on a lot, isn’t it? Fucking whore, aren’t you? Getting horny over my cock in your mouth?”
His voice is gravelly and spurs on your moaning. He bucks his hips up, practically fucking into your mouth.
“Take all of it bitch.” You moan at his harsh words and he laughs breathily.
“You like being called a bitch too? Hell, I should’ve fucked your face sooner.”
His movements quicken, tears threatening to spill from your eyes until you need to pull away for a breath and he surprisingly lets you. Loki waits only a few moments before pulling your head back to his cock.
You choose to instead kiss down the length of him and then attach your lips to his balls, sucking, kissing, licking whatever you could do to hear him spew filth at you.
“I’m gonna cum, put me back in your mouth little one.”
You don’t listen, but suck harder at the base of his cock, using your hand to jerk off the rest.
“Did you hear me, little one?”
Loki is about to say something else but he groans instead, not being able to stop himself from cumming. It lands on his shirt and a bit on his pants. He growls and pulls your head back from his cock.
“Fucking whore you are. Look at this mess?”
You feel a little proud, making him more pissed off as a last hoorah. You stand, shrugging his hand away and wiping your lips.
“You deserve it,” you quip. Loki reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you back to him.
“Do I? If I deserve a mess then maybe you should contribute to it.”
He yanks your pants down along with your underwear, then pulls you into his lap.
Loki sits you directly on one of his thighs and you can feel some of his cum on your own thigh.
“Rub against me, little one. Make a fucking mess,” he orders.
You hold onto his shoulders, so broad, so strong against the fabric of his jacket as you slowly start to grind on him. He smirks and looks down, watching as your cunt rubs his thigh.
“My leg’s already wet from you. Desperate...horny...soaked...little whore.”
You moan his name and he laughs.
“Please,” you mumble, moving faster, tilting your head back to focus more on the pleasure.
“Please what? Oh dear, do you want to cum?” His voice is teasing and you look back at him just as he dips his fingers down to rub at your clit.
“Holy….fuck yes. Want your cock too,” you stammer out, trying to press yourself against his fingers.
He takes them away and you whine. Loki sucks his fingers into his mouth and hums.
“Too bad, little one. You’re not cumming yet. I don’t think you really deserve it after being a pathetic brat. Just keep humping me like a cock hungry whore. Not allowed to stop.”
You whine at him again and he leans back, keeping his hands off of you.
The urge to finish was lurking and threatening to occur and you try to hold it back but it seems useless.
“Please, Loki. I need it, please I need it.” He sighs and moves closer to his, his lips lingering on yours.
He smirks, “I don’t fucking care.”
Those words should not do something to you, but they do and you can’t stop your release from exploding through you.
It’s stronger than anything you’ve ever felt, your mind numbing as you ride out your high.
You can’t enjoy it for too long though because Loki pushes you off of him and you fall onto the floor. He looks down at your release soaking his thigh.
“You didn’t listen, again. What was I saying before? Oh! Pitiful little brat, you are. So much of a slut that you can’t hold yourself back, hm? Can’t listen?”
He stands up and begins to walk to the ladder.
“W-Where are you going?” You ask him and he reluctantly turns back.
“Sweetheart, you don’t deserve more of my cock. Go fuck off on your adventure. Learn to behave like a good whore. Maybe if we cross paths again, I’ll be able to fuck deep into that cunt while you listen to me,” he sneers before climbing up the ladder and out of the hatch.
Kinktober Day 2 ➳ Loki X Fem! Reader, Threesome with Two Lokis
Hey hey hey! Guess who said they weren't gonna do Kinktober and ended up doing it? Well, of course it was me! Along with @burnthoneymint of course, because we can never seem to get enough of events 🤭
For the next thirty days we'll both be sharing a short fic each, so please go follow her! She's already shared the first day's story and it involves Bucky 😉😉 We really hope you enjoy this event!
Word Count: 0.8k
Warnings: +18 content, minors dni, threesome with two Lokis, oral (female receiving), slight praise kink, use of magic during sex.
“I've been thinking…” The God of Mischief was sprawled beside you, his fingers moving up and down your naked flesh, inching closer to your wetness but never directly touching. You were already overly sensitive after an intense orgasm you had just come down from, your mind still hazy from the pleasure.
“What have you been thinking, my king?” He loved it when you called him that, it was a soft spot he could never quite get over. No matter what happened in his life, he was eager to be your king, to rule you and fulfill your desires all at once. And you lived to serve him.
“Maybe, I could give you more.” His eyes were full of sparks that you loved to watch. You brought your hand up to his cheek and let your fingertips glide over his skin, “What more could I ever want? You've already given me everything.”
He chuckled, “No, you see there's always more, my love.”
“I'm listening.” You cocked an eyebrow, curious, desperate to find out what he had in mind, you knew he always had the bestest of ideas.
“Although I am a God, my abilities in giving you pleasure are limited. But you see, my dear, I am capable of doubling that,” he grinned.
“Please, tell me more.” He was teasing you, his fingers tracing across your abdomen, sending shivers through your spine. Your eyes were trained on his face, searching for an answer, so you were startled when you heard a voice identical to his from across the room.
“Let me make you happy,” Loki’s copy whispered, his voice dripping with honey, as he moved closer to the both of you. And you knew then and there why you loved this man, he would never fail to surprise you.
You sat up in the bed and looked between them, watching their hungry eyes filled with want. Two Loki’s? You knew this would be more than satisfactory.
“I'm all yours,” you replied and you felt Loki’s lips on yours in an instant, his tongue tying together with yours as he pulled you on top of himself so you were straddling him. Your mind was lost in the movement of your mouths when you felt another set of hands starting to move across your body. A moan left your lips because the thought of them alone had you excited, and now they were actually kissing you, touching you in perfect sync.
Loki sat up and you followed his lead as he flipped you over, your back pressed firmly against his chest with his lips reattaching themselves to your neck, lazily gliding down to your shoulders and up again. His hands were on your breasts and you could feel his hardness pressed up against the small of your back. His copy crawled between your legs and you gasped when his tongue started to work on you. It was as though you were in heaven, the two men working your body with equal expertise. Their movements were precise, fluent as they did their best to bring you to the edge.
Hands were holding you in place as you bucked your hips, their teeth and lips exploring every inch they could reach, the room filled with their scent mixed with yours which was all too familiar.
“That's it, you're so good for me. For us,” Loki praised you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You could feel the tension building within your insides with each lap of his counterpart’s tongue amongst your folds. Loki started to gently tug on your nipples and the other started to finger you while he simultaneously sucked on your clit.
“There's my girl, let me see you come on my tongue. I know you want to,” whispered Loki and you knew you had no chance of resisting them anymore. You screamed his name as your whole body shook, waves of pleasure running through your body and you could see the Loki between your legs look at you with pride. The same pride he always looked at you with, and you felt your muscles spasm once again knowing he was the only one who could make you feel this good.
Loki started to stroke your hair, feather-like touches that always made you feel safe, it helped you land back down with complete serenity, with nothing in the world to worry about.
“Did my baby enjoy that?” He asked as he placed a kiss atop your head. You hummed in response, not sure if you would be able to find your voice back. His copy sat up and reached his arms out towards you, but he vanished in an instant. You knitted your brows together, looking up to your lover who had a smug grin on his face.
He spoke with a mischievous tone to his voice, “What? You can't expect me to share the time I get to hold you in my arms.”
Mobius M Mobius / Loki Series Imagines - This is your fault.
AN: This is all I can think about at the moment so I hope you enjoy it...
Summary: Mobius needs your help but tries to sneak behind some of the TVA’s members back to do so... When you’re both stuck hiding from your coworkers... Things become unexpectedly heated
Pairing(s): Mobius M Mobius x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,469
Warnings: No Spoilers, Smut, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, praising, dominant Mobius, semi public sex
“Heyy, there’s the person I was looking for!” Mobius’ voice came up behind you as you sat at your desk. You turned your head to see Mobius lean down and place his hand on the partition surrounding your cubicle, his other hand finding the back of your chair.
“What do you want, Mobius?” You couldn’t help but feel the corner of your lip turn up at the appearance of the man.
“Why’d you say it like that? Aren’t you pleased to see me?” Mobius pouted at your lack of enthusiasm. The truth was you were happy to see him. You had crushed on the man since the moment he pulled you from the court room and convinced the TVA to put you to work.
You had been a variant that strayed from their path but you hadn’t been malicious or dangerous, it had merely been a mistake. Mobius had seen your drive and ambition as a detective during your mortal life and he had advocated to put you to work; especially as (Mobius had put it) ‘Many hands make light work’ and there was a lot of work at the TVA.
“It seems that nowadays you only visit me when you need something from me, Mo.” You continued to type up the report Mobius had interrupted with his presence.
“Well I’d visit you more if you actually took up my lunch offers.” Mobius had asked you several times about having lunch together but the Judge, Renslayer, had warned you from the beginning that in-office fraternisation was extremely frowned upon. And you were more wary of Renslayer since you were a variant, you could be reset even if you were one of the best workers the TVA...
You stopped typing and spun around in your chair, forcing Mobius to straighten up.
“What do you need now, Mobius?” You asked, your eyebrows raised slightly.
“I actually need you.” Mobius kept his voice low as he looked round the office for any eavesdroppers.
“What for?” You asked.
“I need you to come with me to look at this file. It’s a case I’m stuck on and I could really use your eagle eye.” Mobius’ light attitude wasn’t hiding the concern that sat in the wrinkle of his eyes.
“Why don’t you bring it to my desk and I’ll take a look after I finish typing up these reports?” You were confused to why Mobius needed you to look at it away from your desk. Mobius kneeled down in front of you so he could lower his voice even more.
“Look, you know I wouldn’t usually do this but it’s pretty urgent and you’re not exactly authorised to look at these files since they're classified but you’d really be doing me a solid if you just ignored that fact and followed me now?” Mobius revealed the truth and you felt your chest tighten. These risks were always bigger for you than for him since he was higher up than you and Renslayer favoured him.
“If I do this for you and I get caught, I’ll––”
“––I won’t let that happen.” Mobius cut you short, assuring you. His eyes told you that he was making a promise with that statement.
You thought in silence for a moment before saving the incomplete report and leaving your desk.
No one had really noticed you leaving with Mobius as they all had their own work to do but that didn't stop the paranoia raking through your brain.
You had barely made your way down the corridor when Mobius cursed under his breath. Renslayer appeared out of a doorway with several high up TVA members by her side.
“Darn...” Mobius grabbed hold of your forearm before tugging you inside a door to his right.
Mobius reached past you and closed the door on you both carefully and that’s when you realised he had tugged you into a very tight, very cluttered janitors closet.
“What are you doing?” You whispered, looking up at Mobius as he stood behind you.
You both faced the door, the confined closet didn’t allow you to move much without making noise with the small disc like cleaning robots and a few buckets surrounding you.
“I didn’t exactly want to be answering a hundred and one questions on why I've taken you away from your desk.” Mobius whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he bent down slightly.
“You could’ve said we were going to the canteen?” You whispered back.
Footsteps nearing the door shut you both up. You felt Mobius slither his arm around your torso and pull you further back into the closet, your back flushed against his chest.
You were grateful it was dark otherwise Mobius would've seen your eyes grow wide at the action.
Your heart began to race as you felt his warm body firm against yours.
“I could have said that but I think the fact we were walking in the opposite direction to the canteen may have given us away.” Mobius and his smart mouth murmured.
“And don’t you think getting caught in a broom closet together will be even harder to explain?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to push back the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach.
“We won’t get caught.” Mobius didn’t loosen his grip on you or remove his arm as the outside of the closet grew quiet again.
“This is your fault if we do.” You unconsciously shifted on your feet out of nerves but that only caused accidental friction between you and Mobius.
Your stomach flipped when you heard the almost silent groan from Mobius as your behind rubbed against his crotch.
You remained in silence for a few seconds before Mobius spoke again.
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Your heart is beating very fast.” He commented as he tightened his arm around you.
You didn’t say anything. Briefly closing your eyes as you inhaled a cool breath.
“Your hair smells nice. You using a new shampoo?” Mobius was teasing you now...
“Mobius.” You hissed lowly, warning him to knock it off.
“What? It’s not everyday I get to be so close to a beautiful woman, will you not take the compliment?”
“We should leave. They’re probably gone now.”
“What’s the rush? I’m quite enjoying this.” Mobius let his other arm wrap around you, embracing you from behind and keeping you locked against him.
“Mobius... Please...” You muttered, your hands resting on his arms but not really doing anything to fight against him.
“What’s the matter?” Mobius’ lips brushed against the skin of your ear and you felt your whole body go rigid against him.
There had been no denying the attraction between you two in the past. There had even been a moment where you had almost kissed before which is why you usually tried to keep your distance nowadays.
You had been sitting in the library with Mobius, side by side as you worked on your own separate reports when you had dropped your pen and you had both reached down to pick it up. Mobius had gotten to it first but you had locked eyes as you slowly came up, the distance between you was so small that you could feel his breath tickling your cheeks but before anything could happen, Casey interrupted you.
“You know, I’m really liking this new skirt. It’s an improvement to those trousers you wore last week.” Mobius let one of his arms drop from you and his fingers brushed lightly over the hem of your skirt. You had to refrain from shuddering when his finger skimmed across the back of your leg.
“Mobius, this is dangerous.” You leant your head back onto his shoulder and looked up at the man’s dark eyes in the dim light.
“I thought you liked danger... Excitement...” Mobius smirked, his fingers trailing up the outside of your thigh.
“Mo...” His name barely came out as a breath on your lips.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” Mobius let his fingers trace circles on your smooth skin before he continued anywhere too intimate.
You didn’t tell him to stop.
Mobius dragged his fingers along the back of your thigh until they found the thin material of your panties.
Your chest quickly began to rise and fall as your heart raced from the action.
His index and middle finger brushed lightly underneath you before he squeezed your ass cheek firmly.
You let out a whimper as you closed your eyes.
“Shhhh...” Mobius hushed you. “You gotta stay quiet. Can you do that?”
You nodded your head, unsure whether your words would fail you if you tried to use them.
Mobius’s fingers returned between your legs edging your panties to the side as he dipped them between your folds.
“My my, I’ve barely touched you...” Mobius taunted you over just how wet you were for him already. “Are you always like this for me?”
You nodded again, rolling your hips slightly to try and create some friction between you and his hand.
“Impatient, aren't we?” Mobius didn’t hesitate to answer your silent request by finding your clit and rubbing circles against you.
You jaw fell open slightly at the fire that ignited deep inside of you. Your grip on his arm around your torso grew tighter as he played with you.
“I’ve imagined this before but never in a janitors closet.” Mobius moved his hand closer to your entrance. “Still I’m not complaining...” He slipped his finger inside of you, causing a loud gasp to slip from your lips.
Mobius let out a low chuckle as he pumped his finger in and out of you, adding a second finger as you stepped your legs open to give him better access.
You tried to encourage Mobius’ other hand down your front to increase your pleasure but Mobius was stronger than you had expected.
“Now, you’re wrong if you think you’re the one in control here... If you want something, you better ask.” Mobius’ seemed amused by your desperate attempt to have some control over his actions.
“Please, Mobius.” You begged breathlessly as he finger fucked you from behind.
“Please what?” Mobius paused. The sudden lack of movement was agony.
“Touch me.” You pushed his arm down and this time he let you. He loosened his grip from around you and pulled your skirt up the front of your thighs to gain access to your clit.
But the pressure was too much.
You bit down hard on your bottom lip to try your best to stay quiet.
“There’s a good girl.” Mobius’ eyes were glued to your face as your features twisted with pleasure.
Mobius withdrew the hand that had been inside of you and wrapped it around your neck as he pulled you against him once again. The hot slick that covered his fingers dampened your skin.
You could feel his large bulge against your behind as he worked on your clit, pushing your hips against him.
The overwhelming sensation soon washed over you as you came undone at his touch.
You wasted no time, still throbbing from your climax, by spinning around and finally taking what was yours.
You kissed Mobius, wrapping your arms around him, burying a hand in his short silver hair.
Mobius hungrily kissed you back. His tongue exploring your mouth as you savoured the long awaited moment. You tugged off his brown jacket with a deep desire to feel what was underneath.
“Mobius...” You mumbled into the kiss. “Fuck me.”
Mobius didn’t wait a second longer. He pulled his belt from his pants and immediately unzipped his fly, letting his slacks fall to his knees as he pulled his thick member from his briefs.
You let your hand drop down to his tie, wrapping it around your fist to keep a grip on him.
Mobius reached up underneath your skirt and tugged your soaked panties down your thighs, you helped him remove them by kicking them off your feet.
Mobius lifted your leg up onto his hip as he aligned his member up with your opening.
He wrapped his arm behind you, keeping you against him as he thrusted deep within you.
You winced, biting down on the starchy fabric of his shirt on his shoulder to muffle your cry.
“God...” Mobius groaned as his member twitched inside of you. You were hot and tight and Mobius had only dreamt you felt as good as you did around him.
“Is this what you wanted?” Mobius admired your face as you pulled back, taking a firm hold of his shoulder.
“Yes...” You whimpered as he slowly began to move his hips against you.
“Yes, what?” Mobius cocked his eyebrows at you. Your eyes opened wide at the question.
“Yes... sir.” You had called Mobius sir on a few occasions, mainly when Renslayer had been around. You tested the waters with it.
Mobius suddenly picked up the pace, thrusting deeper inside of you as he held onto you tightly.
You moved your own hips against him, pleasure waves rolling over you as he hit that sweet spot inside of you with each deep thrust.
The closet had become hot and sweat built on both of your foreheads as Mobius fucked you. You knew that you both wouldn’t last much longer as Mobius closed his eyes, digging his fingers into your thigh and back.
“Mobius.” You whimpered as you felt your climax surface once again.
“Be a good girl and cum for daddy.” Mobius let it slip from his mouth before he could even think about what he had said.
You felt your insides flutter at the use of the pet name.
With a few more hard thrusts, you came undone around his own throbbing cock.
Mobius cursed under his breath as his seed spilled out, he managed to pull out just quick enough for it to drip down the inner of your leg.
“I’m sorry.” Mobius reached over in the dark to rummage for a rag to help clean you up.
You bent down awkwardly in the small space and used your panties to wipe away the excess.
Mobius almost went hard again at the idea of you going commando for the rest of the day.
“Should we get to that file?” You asked, tucking the ruined panties into Mobius’ pocket after he put his jacket back on.
“Perhaps we should find a bathroom first. Make ourselves presentable.” Mobius reached out and touched your bottom lip with his thumb. It had swollen up from where you had bit it too hard.
“Separate bathrooms or we may just find ourselves like this again.” You chuckled lightly as you adjusted your clothing.
“God I hope so.” Mobius followed you out of the closet with a devilish smile.
Summary: When you, a commoner, gets entangled in a forbidden love affair with Loki, the prince of Asgard— the allfather arranges your wedding to another man. You feel inclined to agree and Loki isn’t pleased with your decision.
Warnings/tags: NSFW, slight smut, angst, fluff, jealous + possessive!Loki, fwb kinda situation (do they even call it that in Asgard?), no Loki (series) spoilers — 18+ (MINORS DNI)
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I wrote this to ground myself after the finale of Loki because I was so unstable so let’s go lol. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated, let me know what you think! <3
Loki had a reputation, he was the god of mischief after all. He was known as the trickster, a man who was blinded by the thirst to rule a kingdom, a man who believed it was his birthright, a man who was incapable of loving anyone or anything but himself.
You were the daughter of a high order rank advisor of the king’s privy council. Far from a peasant but you were no princess either. The rank your father held gave you the freedom to roam around Asgard freely and you took full advantage of it.
Loki and you weren’t together, no, not at all. But when he saw you in the garden, picking out white flowers to put in your hair and gently humming a tune, he couldn’t help but be captivated by you.
It started slow. When he approached you that day in the garden, you were cautious. His reputation preceded him and you’ve heard all about his tricks but you couldn’t help but let your guard down when he talked to you in the most gentle voice he could master.
It seemed like he would always find you around the place and soon enough, he grew on you. He made you laugh, made you feel comfortable and would even do little bits of magic for you when you were sad like cast fireworks in the palm of his hands. You always loved the time you both spent together.
So it didn’t feel wrong when he put his hand a little too close to yours, it didn’t feel wrong when he kissed your cheek and wished you goodnight, it didn’t feel wrong when he placed a chaste kiss on your lips and it definitely didn’t feel wrong when he had taken you on his emerald coloured sheets that one night in his chamber.
And he didn’t stop. He kept touching your hand in secret, kept kissing you when no one was around, kept sneaking you in his chamber to devour your body each night.
But no, you both weren’t together. This relationship between you and him was more or less a secret. A forbidden affair that no one knew about. Okay, maybe Thor knew about it because he had caught his brother gawking at you like a lovesick little boy one day and teased him about it for two whole days.
And now, this entanglement had led to this situation right here, with Loki standing in your chamber, hands folded behind his back and looking at you with anger in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Was his first question.
You didn’t answer as you continued to untie your hair and brush them out, too scared to look the prince in the eyes. You had just returned from the supper that Odin has arranged for you to meet your husband-to-be. He was nice, polite and well-mannered but he wasn’t Loki. Your Loki.
“Y/N, speak” Loki took long steps towards you, his face unreadable now.
“I don’t know what you want me to say” you said, your voice in a whisper as you looked at Loki through the mirror which was in front of you.
“I want you to answer my question” his voice was so calm, it almost shook you internally.
“I’m only doing this because it’s right”
“No, it’s not” he snapped
“Your father is only doing what’s best for you, Loki” you said, desperately trying to make this situation seem better than it really was.
“Oh, dear” he almost scoffed as he reached for your hands, “if you think my father does anything because ‘that is what’s best for me’ then you’re terribly mistaken”
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, he was right. Odin definitely had a favourite and Loki wasn’t it, everyone knew this, the allfather didn’t even try to hide it. But you wanted to see the good in people, you wanted to believe that what Odin was doing was for the best for you and Loki.
“Your father knows about us-”
Loki turned away from you with a scowl on his face, “of course he does, it’s like he has got all his men looking out for when I cause trouble”
“Please listen to me” you begged, “this will only get harder if it doesn’t come to a stop at this very moment and with everything he has done for my family, how can I refuse this?” you hung your head low.
“It doesn’t have to stop” he whispered as he bit his lip, fidgeting with his fingers, he turned to look at you once again, “you didn’t answer my question”
You frowned, “what question?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he asked, “I had to hear about this from my brother, do you know how it feels?”
His face flashed with anger by the end of his sentence but his eyes held something else. Maybe sadness?
“If I had told you about it, you would have killed that man before I got to meet him-”
Loki pressed his body to yours in a split second, his hands on your shoulder in a tight grip that almost made you wince as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“What makes you think that I won’t kill him now?” he whispered in a threatening tone.
You pulled away from him, wide-eyed as you took in his words.
A bust of anger spread in your chest as you made a sharp comeback, “that man is going to be my husband-”
“Not if I kill him first!”
Loki yelled, his fists clenched in anger as he glared at you. You almost screamed in frustration as you looked anywhere but him. You couldn’t believe the vile words that were coming out of his mouth.
“You’re being very cruel right now” you seethed.
You tried to move away from him but that only led him to grab your hand and pull you closer to him. As you stumbled into his chest, he bent down as he gritted his teeth to contain his rage.
“I’m only being cruel because he is taking what’s mine”
You pushed on his chest trying to pull away from him as you glanced up at his face.
“Yours?” you whispered. Your eyebrows knitted together in disbelief as tears filled your eyes. When he saw your glossy eyes, his face fell in a softer look now and his hold on your hand loosened.
Was the prince of Asgard here in your chamber calling you his?
The feelings that have blossomed between you and Loki were making an appearance again and you both were scared. You have tried so hard to suppress them and Loki had hidden them in his heart like his life depended on it. But here he was, telling you that you were his. Nobody else’s but his.
“Mine” he whispered back, sincerity evident in his voice. He bent down ever so slightly to kiss you but you were quick to pull away.
“Your father will never let that happen” you softly said so as to not hurt him, “this is the whole reason why he is marrying me off to someone else”
“I will murder that man-”
“Will you stop saying that!”
Loki’s hands found their way to your face as he pulled you in, his lips landing on yours in a rough kiss. You didn’t pull away, instead melted in his hands as you kissed him back with the same passion.
When the kiss finally broke, you glanced up at him only to find his eyes a little red and tears threatening to spill down his pale cheeks. You softly gasped, seeing the prince so broken down, you quickly swiped your thumb under his eye.
“You are mine” he spat out the words before you could say anything, his tears of sadness turning into tears of anger real quick, “and I’m yours. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me”
You gasped when you felt his fingers pulling on the strings at the back of your dress. He pressed his lips to yours once again as he pulled the dress off you and you were too lost in the kiss to mind the chiffon that was half torn by the time it was fully off your body.
You moaned against his mouth when you felt his hands all over you, his long dark hair tickling your neck when he bent down to press a kiss on your shoulder.
“Tell me you’re mine” he demanded when he gently pushed you to the bed. Getting out of his clothes in a blink of an eye when he saw you laying down there, naked, for him.
This wasn’t possession, after all he would never treat you like an object. This was fear— fear of losing you, fear of being alone again, he wasn’t ready for it. He wasn’t ready to lose you too.
“I’m yours” you whimpered when you saw him standing in all his glory, right between your legs.
“And that you’re not leaving me” he grunted as he rested his knees on the bed, spreading your legs even more.
“I’m not leaving you,” your voice wavered but you meant it.
As soon as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside of you. A growl left his lips as he pushed all the way inside making you clutch the sheets between your fingers, making you cry out in pleasure.
He took you with everything he had, he fucked you like he was reclaiming you, gripping your hips as he repeatedly thrusted inside of you with so much force, every movement made your eyes roll back and your legs shake.
Your fingertips dug into his snowkissed skin, nails leaving their trails on his back, marking him yours. And he was, he was yours as he tripped you over the edge and you came around his cock. Not long after, he coated your insides with his seed.
As he rested his head on your chest, his hand found your hand and he intertwined his fingers with yours. You slowly rubbed his back up and down like you always did to calm him down when he’s had a stressful day.
Loki slowly lifted his head up, his eyes now filled with tears as he looked at your face with a pained expression. You frowned as you slowly pushed his shoulder back— shivering as he slipped out of you—he was now laying beside you on the bed.
Your naked body rested on top of him, holding him close as you gently brushed your fingers over his cheeks, “what's wrong, my love”
You’ve never seen him so broken so this was new to you and you tried to be as gentle as possible.
“I’m going to talk to my father tomorrow,” he declared.
A small smile tugged at your lips at his words but you were pulled back to reality just as quick.
“He won’t let it happen, Loki” you whispered, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“I meant it when I said you’re mine” he said as he looked at you, “and I’m yours”
“You’ll stand up against your father for me?” You asked.
“For you,” he took your hands in his, “for my love for you, yes I will” he kissed your knuckles as he promised.
Your heart swelled at his words, tears in your eyes spilled down your cheek as your lips stretched in a smile that you couldn’t contain anymore.
You pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss, “and I will stand by you” you whispered against his lips.
“Forever and always” he said it like a prayer. His hands tangled in your hair as he laid feathery light kisses all over your face.
“Till death do us part” you finished with a kiss on his lips.
He gripped your body to his, both of your naked bodies intertwined in a mess on the bed as you giggled against his soft lips.
Loki, the God of mischief, might be a trickster, the one no one could trust, someone who has stabbed others in the back time and time again, but this was a promise he was going to keep. You were his and he was yours and no power in the world was going to change that.
You and Mobius land in the Void, finding all sorts of Lokis. Yet, you only truly care about one.
“I am not squirming,” Loki hissed as you pulled the final suture through the wound on his bicep. The muscles in his arm clenched in a flinch, and the movement stressed the stitches you just finished. A thin trickle of red dripped down, a stark contrast to Loki’s pale skin.
“You’re squirming,” you sighed as you discarded the needle and surgical thread. You turned your head towards the rock you set the medpack on and reached for the roll of gauze. The supplies were stamped with the TVA logo, a bright orange reminder of the lies you were told.
The medpack was the last thing you grabbed before you were pruned, betrayed, stabbed in the back. It stung more than when Loki chased after Sylvie, leaving you and Mobius behind in an apocalypse to face the consequences of trusting him. Loki made his way back to you, he sat on the ground beside you, eyes trained on the dirt to distract from the pain.
“Hold still,” you murmured as you began to wrap gauze to Loki’s wound. He tensed again, but did not flinch away as you secured the covering. Immediately the white soaked up the blood that trickled out between the stitches. Not your best work, but it would do. “There.”
Loki craned his neck and studied the wound. Apparently satisfied, he looked back to you and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Loki had unbuttoned and pulled his shirt down to expose his arm. In the process, he also exposed the upper section of his chest: his broad shoulders, his collarbones. You could not help how your eyes traced over the slopes of his body before you met Loki’s eyes once more. All you could do was quietly hope he didn’t notice.
“Thank you,” he said, a soft smile pulling at his lips. Quickly, you averted your gaze and set to picking up the bloodied wipes you had used.
“Yes, well, we need to give you and Sylvie the best chance against Alioth.” Your words were a dismissal of your deeper need. You needed to make sure Loki was alright. You needed to see him off, feel the coolness of his skin beneath your fingertips. Preparing him for Alioth was merely a bonus.
“Do you think it’s stupid?”
At his question, you looked up at Loki. He had pulled his shirt back over his arm but left the top buttons undone. With his messed hair and slightly wide eyes, he looked undone himself…nervous perhaps.
“Sylvie’s plan. Enchanting,” Loki looked out towards the dark purple cloud that loomed in the distance, “that.”
“I think there are worse plans,” you replied, a smile forging its way on your lips as you added, “stabbing it, for instance.”
Loki let out a breathy chuckle and turned his head to face you. There was a softness in his eyes that made your chest tighten and the bid your need to return. You needed to tell him about the strange swirling he stirred up in your heart. No, you didn’t, you thought, that’s not what he needed to hear.
A long pause stretched between you and Loki before you found the words, and stomach, to speak. “I believe in you. You and Sylvie.”
“I feel that I may not deserve your faith,” Loki mused with a frown. You mirrored his expression and shook your head.
“It’s not about deserving, not really. You just have it.” You needed to add how Loki had proved himself. How he showed his goodness when he told you and Mobius about the TVA, when he tried to free you both. You needed to add how he was no coward, that he was fighting to find the truth rather than continue to lie to himself about himself.
But, before you could give voice to your thoughts, Loki’s frown faded into a look of nervousness again as he asked: “I have you?”
“I…” You eyes flicked over Loki’s face as the tension rose. You needed to tell him your truth, rather than continue to lie about and dodge the feeling that you needed him. “You have me.”
A shuddering, held breath fell from Loki’s lips at your reply. Relief flooded his features, eased the spark of worry in his eyes. It was then you became terribly aware of how close you were, how undone the buttons of his shirt were. Your gaze flicked around Loki as if his nervousness transferred to you, making it too hard to meet his eyes.
Then, you left Loki’s fingertips skirt along your jaw. You nearly jumped at his cold touch but, instead, you leaned in as if tied to a lure. That lure being Loki, his eyes, which were full of all the gentleness you originally thought he lacked when you first read his TVA file. Yet, with his hand pressed against your cheek, you felt nothing but tenderness.
You let your gaze trail from his eyes and down his extended arm. “You’re going to tear the stitches, if you’re not careful.”
“Then we,” he said softly, “will have to be careful.”
A closed-lip smile spread across your face right before Loki pulled you close by your jaw. His lips met yours in the middle but you needed more. Your hand reached then, brushing against the exposed skin of his neck. At the touch, you felt Loki’s lips quirk upwards, smiling into the kiss. As you needed to, you took your time and saved the feeling.
Summary: Things go into an interesting turn when the Work Wife also become the official wife--soon.
Words: 4,457 (i-I don't know how this happened)
Warning: Smut. Vaginal Intercourse. Fingering. Creampie. Light Breeding Kink. Slight Angst. Mention of Guns. Slight Profanities.
Characters: Mob! Loki Laufeyson x Secretary!Reader
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"Your usual Coffee?"
"I want something strong today, Love."
Before he could even process what was happening, a steaming cup of double shot espresso was already under his nose, all thanks to his ever proficient and ever dependable secretary, Y/N Y/L/N.
"Thank you." Accepting the cup, his mood had lighten, barely but still much compared to the meeting he had to make with the family and more so his idiotic brother.
You had been his support system for the past three years, from the company to the family business, it was always you by his side to bring even just a smidge of control in his chaotic and far too dangerous life. Thanking the high heavens and one little Jane Foster for recommending you to him, now his life, was perfectly scheduled and arrange for the next two months.
It also didn't hurt to have such a beautiful dame that dressed well enough and always knew how put him on his place too.
"I also need the--" He has barely even said what he had needed but here you were already handing the files for the Avengers joint project. Looking right back at you, the familiar knowing smile rested on your lips. Had he become this predictable that every step he took, you were already a few steps ahead of him?
"Marry me?" He asked and instantly your eyes rolled and you took a sip of your own coffee.
"I'm practically your work wife, I'm practically living in your apartment since someone needed to keep an eye on you and make sure you're actually sleeping, and no, Mr. Laufeyson, I prefer having kids before marriage."
And somehow those fact still haunted him.
It was the truth, after all. You were his wife, in every sense of the world without the documents for it. To be honest, with himself and even the people around him, he preferred your presence over any of the women's he had random romps with. It was never about sex when it comes to you, sure, the idea of turning you into a blissful mess under him was a dream, but you were more than that to him. More than any whores he had ever thought would bring warmth to his constantly cold bed.
Then kids, God the idea of kids during the start of his tenure sounded like a nightmare, a kid did not deserve to endure the same abuse he had to endure at the hands of his father, of his family business, of all the blood and gore that came with this life he was to live. But then he had seen you countless of times, Jane and Thor's children were the apple of your eyes, how little Mary was cradle in your arms, the maternal look looked so perfect on you.
"How many kids then?" He asked smiling, taking a sip of his coffee, a smile on his lips at the hint of caramel against his taste buds. You really know him so well and his secret sweet tooth.
"How many can you handle?" You asked right back.
"If I give you a number, are we gonna start as soon as possible?"
And this was how the conversation usually ended, pinning for one another until you decide it was too much. Unprofessional, was your constant excuse but there wasn't such a thing with the line of work he controls. No one will bat an eye if they love their lives.
"I'll think about it." You smiled, finally excusing yourself before leaving his office. Loki was growing more curious with what he needed to do with you.
"He really has a type." You sneered watching your boss talking to another one of the skanks in the bar.
This had now become a common occurrence in Loki's household that you had decided to stop sleeping in the guest room and allow him to suffer his hangover all on his own. You were not to entertain the idea of another one of his whores belittling you, and calling you every name in the book just because Loki would always choose you at the end of the day. But you knew constantly why he would chose you instead of the women he sleeps with, he has his fill with the women on his bed and he has no more use of any of them.
So this is where it leave you. The secretary that has been always in love with your own boss. No matter how many times he would propose to you, no matter how many times he would ask how many kids you would want to have with him, it would always be the same. He will get bored of you and you will be discarded like the rest of the women that had been on his bed.
You loved your job, more than you had initially expected to. Jane Foster was both your best friend and your former boss before she got involved with Thor, with college debt pushing you to your limit, you decided to accept the offer of temporarily working for one Loki Laufeyson. Things just escalated for the next few months and you were no longer the reliever but now a permanent fixture in Loki's work, both for the company and for the family's criminal activities.
"Why don't you two start dating or something?" Darcy had inquired finally making you turn to face your other best friend.
You two were in your usual booth in one of Loki's many bars in the city, it was the weekends and you would be spending time with Darcy and Jane that was taking forever to arrive. You know perfectly well it is because of her clingy giant of a husband, Thor.
"I don't do relationships, Dar." You muttered taking another sip of your gin and tonic before your eyes betrayed you and moved back towards where Loki was. You were lying to yourself. Darcy knew it, and you knew as much.
The handsome man was still in a conversation with the woman. Still in the suit he wore back in the office, he was sin on legs. The custom-made Armani suit radiated power, brought fear on every single men in the room, but the desire of every single women, including you. No one was immune to his charms, not even you, but you loved your job too much to let anything come from the little interaction (flirting, as Darcy points out) you constantly have with you boss.
"You really need to save your boss, I'm perfectly sure he's inches away from shooting the bimbo from the looks of it." Darcy's voice made you look at the scene more critically.
The frown that fell on Loki's face as he looked anywhere else but the woman now, even as she tried to leaning closer to him, breasts almost spilling from the small piece of cloth she would call a dress. Knowing the man for as long as you had, you know that look on his face, he was losing his patience and that was a very dangerous situation.
"Fucking Laufeyson." You muttered under your breath before downing the rest of your drink and standing back up and giving the much needed courage you could muster from the two drinks you've already downed.
"Ten bucks, the chicks gonna cause a scene." Darcy called out as you finally made a beeline towards where the two were. Who knew it would be the best decision you could make.
Loki Laufeyson has a code he had always kept. He was never to intentionally hurt a woman or a child.
But the further the night passes, the more and more he is contemplating of whether or not he was going to break his code, even for just tonight. Shooting the annoying bitch might be better than enduring this shit.
Jerking his head, the sight of you took his breath away.
He had seen you in something else but your work clothes. But things were different with you now. How just a simple word from your lips had already had him hard in the pants, something the women besides you has been trying and failing to do.
"Love," he turned his full attention to you, ignoring the protest of the woman besides him.
Just like that, things were different with you. How quick you were to wrap your arms around his waist, the smell of you he was so familiar with grow stronger with your proximity to one another.
"I could have chosen someone prettier, but beggars can't choosers, right?" The venom in your tone surprised him but he feigned amusement.
"And who are you?" The woman--Bunny? Brianna? He really didn't know or had the will to even know at this point.
"Y/N, I'm Loki's wife." You purred, hand resting on his chest, such a simple gesture sent a shiver down his spine. "And who the fuck are you?"
"I don't see a ring."
"And I don't see any clue that Loki want anything to fucking do with you."
He really tried his best, he really did. But he couldn't help but laugh at how feisty you were. How the dumbfounded the woman was. She could never amount to you, no matter how much she tries.
"So is that enough for you to understand you're not wanted in this situation or do you want me to spell it out for you more?" You inquired and both you and Loki had watched the girl huff before walking away.
Before Loki could say anything, you had already turned on your heels and made your way back to your usual booth with your best friends, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster-Odinson. Huh, he's gonna wait for Thor to hound him once again about you.
"Someone's jealous." Speak of the devil.
"My secretary is just looking out for me." He was known as the God of Lies in the family, anyone and everyone could never see through this mask he had made for himself, except you that is. And he knew the title was slowly wearing down at Thor could only look at him knowingly.
"So no feelings for her whatsoever?"
"That is unprofessional." He scoffed.
"Unprofessional?" Thor chuckle clasping on to his shoulders. "Just as unprofessional as fucking the secretary you had before her? Firing her when she caught feelings?"
And just like that, the gun was pointed straight at Thor that barely bat his eyes at his antics.
"It's weird isn't it? How you could have any woman you could ever want but you somehow find yourself falling for the only woman that isn't scared to call you out of your own bullshit and loves her job more than a romp on your infamous bed."
Thor was really testing his patience and Loki was thinking of all the possible reasons not to shoot him then and there. He didn't care that everyone was leaving the bar, he didn't care of the possible consequence this would entail for the rest of the family if he kills Thor.
"You can kill me, Brother. But you need to admit that you love her and you're just too idiotic to admit you know how to love."
"And if I do? If I do love her, then can I place a bullet between your eyes now?"
"No you're not doing such a thing."
Jerking his head, all the blood had drained his face, what had you heard? Before he could even ask the very question, you held onto the gun and switching the safety lock on before shoving it back to the hidden holder in his side.
You really know him too well.
"We're going home. We're sobering you up and you're gonna apologize to your brother in the morning."
For anyone else, Loki being ordered around would mean a bullet to the head, but with you, he complied without much of a protest and everyone could see it. As idiotic as the two of you were acting, there was something more that neither of you wanted to admit.
As your hand held onto his own, he didn't want to let go, didn't want to let you go.
"Here." You shoved a bottle of water towards your boss.
It was one thing saving him from another one of his one night stands, it was another to have to save him from starting a war from the family. Loki was becoming more and more of an idiot, and you didn't know if you could deal with him more than you already do on a daily basis.
What if you weren't there to stop him? What if you had chosen a different bar with you friends? Where would Loki be? Would he had fucked the woman at the bar or would he be dead for pointing a gun at Thor, or worse, would be have a target on his back for killing him instead.
"You can't keep acting like Thor wouldn't keep up with your shit."
There was a rule between you and Loki, you were as professional as you could possibly be in the confinements of his office, but as soon as there were things he could need from you outside of it, in his home, things grows personal and the mask you try your best to stay was slid away.
"You keep up with my shit." Loki retorts, taking a sip of the water.
"Because you pay me well enough to keep up with it." You muttered finally slipping off your heels and made your way to the kitchen, as much as you were trying to sober up Loki for his antics, you wanted nothing more than to drink yourself to sleep.
"I don't pay you enough." He retorts right back following you into the kitchen.
"We're not talking about my wage, Laufeyson." You hissed, shoving the fridge open and frowning at the lack of beer or anything you're used to drinking in his home. "We're talking about me getting so tired of saving your ass from your brother and from every skank in New York that think you're God's gift to the female anatomy."
You could deal with an angry Loki, but the sight of Loki smiling only confirmed your resolve about him and about your growing feelings for him.
"Are you jealous, Love?"
Then there was the nickname. A nickname only reserved to you. A nickname that gave you even a twinge of hope that it wasn't one-sided as you always thought it would be. Hope even when you kicked one woman after another from his apartment.
"I'm tired, Loki." You admit instead. Of course you were jealous of the woman that comes and goes in his bed. How could had countless of sleepless nights where you wish it was you in his bed. Loving him, behind the money, behind his position in the mafia, behind the mystery that always come with someone like Loki.
The silence in the kitchen was so unusual, whenever you were in his place, may it be you cooking for him or him washing the dishes for you, there was never a dull moment, conversation was flowing alongside the jabs and laughter.
It was domestic. A life you know you had no right to have with your own boss, but you could dream. Dream as much as you dream until it was no longer possible as you either need to wake up or stay in the nightmare.
You felt so lonely in his home. Just simple question from him broke every little dream you had and it was enough to finally wake up from your own little delusion once and for all.
"So you're leaving?"
"Maybe." You shrugged.
Working for one Loki Laufeyson meant the possibility of your name becoming blacklisted if ever the time comes that you quit, but there would be more opportunities, it might not be here in New York, but your world has been your oyster. With no debt to your name anymore, you could be what you want to be.
But you wanted Loki and that was something that just cannot happen for you and for the man.
It was the marble island separating you two that gave you the chance to just look at him. The anger, the panic, and the hopelessness in his features. This was not the same Loki you had been working for the past three years for. For the first time, you couldn't really read him.
"Don't do this to me, Love." He begged, making a mad dash towards you now until he stood in front of you, in all his dangerous glory.
Without your heels on, he practically over towered you. But the thought was quickly stamped as he falls to his knees in front of you.
"What are you doing?!" You questioned as he held onto hands.
"Marry me, Love."
You tensed, what was going on with him?
"I need you because I love you and I don't know what I will do with my life if you're not here."
You gasped, his confession was the last thing you would have ever thought could happen. But as much as your mind and heart knew the genuinely in his statement, a voice in the back of your head still screamed at you that he was just saying what you wanted to hear. Saying what you wanted to hear, to make you stay and continue with this bullshit.
"You don't." You protested instead.
But the blues in his eyes shone his truth, and in the years of knowing him, you know when he was lying from when he was not. But why did your mind still continue to deny such a fact. All you ever wanted but still it wasn't enough for you to believe.
Why would you? Loki could have any woman he could ever want and you're just--you. The secretary that constantly cleans up for him. Deal with his shit over and over with a smile on your face.
"I do!" He snapped, his voice dropped searching for something in your face. "Don't you get it? Those weren't just jokes with you in the office. I want you, I want you to marry me and have my last name, to give me as many kids as you could handle. All of the things I had once loathed, I want them with you."
"If you don't want to be my secretary anymore, then I'll find someone else, but you need to stay with me. I can't let you go, no matter what you say, you mean more to me than any of this bullshit. The company, the business, they can all burn to the very depths of hell for all I care, but if you leave me, I will go mad and I won't know how to live my life anymore."
"Get up, Loki." You pleaded, denying as much as you could, you were nothing compared to the man, why would he say such things.
He huffed finally standing up and walking away. As his figure disappeared, the first line of tears had fallen from your eyes and you had finally ruined the last chance you could ever have of believing that there was something more with you and with Loki. You fucked up and it was time to leave.
As quick as he left, he had returned right in front of you and back to his knees. But the difference now was the ring that had now was in his grasp. Clenching tightly.
"When I interviewed you for the position, one of your best qualities was how headstrong you were." He began, shaking hand finally opened the velvet box. "But now I've come to realize just how fucking stubborn you were, but I still love you and I would want nothing more than to have you make an honest man out of me."
He was serious, and as your eyes fell at the ring, the sight of Frigga's engagement ring had your heart clenching. From generation to generation, the ring was part of his family. The silver band with a huge emerald was a signature jewelry of the Odinson-Laufeyson clan, a union that everyone took seriously.
"How many can you handle?" You asked right back. The smile finally breaking from your face, at peace with Loki's confession.
"If I give you a number, are we gonna start as soon as possible?"
"Yes." You answered.
"Seven." He whispered, slipping the ring into your finger, a perfect fit.
"How soon are we talking about?"
"As soon as you would want me." Loki's voice grows low as he finally stood right back to his feet in front of you. Lips kissing your hand, close to your new ring. "Y/N Laufeyson does have a ring to it."
"Who ever said I'm taking your name?" You teased before finally pulling the man for your first shared kiss.
Pulled into his chest, he continued to kiss you. In nothing but the red lace set Darcy had suggested you were for the night, Loki was close to losing what little control he had left in his body, for you and for finally having you like he had always wanted from you.
You laid down on his bed, with him hovering above you. Coat discarded and his shirt and pants unbuttoned. The light wisp on his happy trail slowly had your hand make their journey towards his underwear, pulling him free earning a surprised gasp from him.
"Someone's eager." He whispered against your lips, jerking his hips against your hands that now held to his growing erection.
"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?" You retort right back.
His own hands finally slipping through your panties and was welcomed to your own wetness from just his kisses. His fingers creeped towards your fold, wetness making it easy for him to thrust his fingers inside of you. Slowly, you felt the build up, Loki's lips now fell to your neck, the gentle nipping turned into a full on mission to mark you, in every shape and form he could think of.
You moaned, as the coil was close to snapping, he pulled away.
"Loki," You mewled but the man has other plans as he finally discarded the rest of his clothes until he was butt naked in front of you.
You had seen him shirtless a few times when you has stayed in his apartment, but never under such close proximity. Never when he was the one to finally give you your pleasure that you know perfectly well he was capable of doing.
The last remaining clothes were discarded, glaring at the man for tearing the lace material off--it was growing to become your favorite lingerie after all.
"I promise to buy you new one, as many as you will desire." He vowed pulling you back into a kiss. Fingers returning back to your slit while you continued jerking him off.
The thought of flimsy underwear was momentarily forgotten as you turned your full attention back to him, and back to the pleasure he was handing over to you.
And like a freight train, your first release overpowered all of your senses, Loki was there all throughout, fucking you with his fingers and lips swallowing all of your moans and screams. Your preoccupied hands had also rose towards his shoulder, hoping to pull him away from you, but Loki had another mission as he prolonged your first orgasm for as long as he possibly could.
"Are you sure about this?" was Loki's question as he pulled away from your overstimulated core. A few twitching still remained on your thighs but you nodded at him, trusting him with what he wants. "You ready to give me a baby, Love?" He asked.
The lack of condoms in his drawer made it obvious now to you that he was serious about this, about having kids with you. You wanted it, to have the same thing that Jane had. Your own little Loki you would love more than life itself. You nodded before finally pulling him back into a kiss.
Before long he finally guided his length into you. An unfamiliar burn begins, you knew Loki was big, but you never thought it was this big. So big that you felt so full even when he wasn't even half way inside you.
You groaned when he was finally seethed completely inside of you. Looking up at Loki, he was still. Elbows resting on either side of your head and the thin line between control and just thoroughly fucking you passed through his eyes.
"Let go, Loki." You whispered, cupping his cheeks. "You can fuck me, Loki." You announced and everything just went downhill from that moment on.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled right back and thrusted right back in earning a hiss to pass through your lips but you allowed him to continue with the torturous pace. The impact of his thrust slowly rekindled another buildup inside of you. The moan that escaped Loki's lips was your undoing, as his hands held onto your hips, digging against your skin as his pace turned sloppy and he was close to his own release.
"Tell me to pull out." He demanded, still giving you the choice even after everything.
You whimpered as his dick continued to hit your g-spot. You shook your head, refusing to have him pull out now. Legs now locked around his waist, stopping any attempt of his to try pulling out.
"Come inside me, Loki." You pleaded. "Please, give me a baby, Loki."
Bottoming out, the moaned his lips at the same time he found his release, ropes upon ropes of his come painted your insides. It triggered your own release as you moaned against the crook of his neck. Feeling everything all at the same time as Loki continued to ride out his pleasure alongside you.
Gently, Loki placed most of his weight on top of you. It wasn't as heavy as he had his elbow caging you still as support. He cupped your face and kissed you on top of your forehead. Dick softening inside you still.
"I love you." You finally whispered getting much of Loki's dazed attention.
"I love you too." He whispered and somehow just as quick as the confession left you lips, you felt him grow hard again inside of you. "And I'm keeping your word that you want kids before marriage." He announced before going right back to it.
You both didn't realize that neither of you had to wait long as you found out you were pregnant with your first child before the world had become aware that you two were an official couple.