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lowkeyorloki · 1 year
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Domestic Interlude
Loki cheats. Neither of you know how to forgive him.
Rated M for mature. Content warning for cheating, obviously. Brief mentions of sex. ‘exile’ by ts + Bon Iver is a good song to listen to while reading, if you can manage it.
Read the version where you, not Loki, cheats here.
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Your knuckles are turning a different color as you grip the kitchen counter. Loki is standing behind you, waiting for you to turn and face him. He’s patient, and gentle. He knows he’s in the wrong.
“Did it mean anything?” You ask, your voice thick. It catches in your throat, the desperate question. Loki’s eyebrows knit, almost like he’s perplexed.
“Every -” Loki clears his throat suddenly, and it makes you realize he’s upset too, which just makes you angrier. He is not the victim here. Finally - for once in Loki’s tragedy-stricken life - Loki is the villain. Undoubtedly.
And this time it’s all of his own accord, too.
“Everything I do means something.” He finally manages. You turn to look at him, your eyes wild and teary, the betrayal evident and undeniable. Loki shrinks when he looks at you. It makes you feel better about your impending breakdown: you want Loki to feel guilty. If that’s what happens when he looks at you, then you are not opposed to being beholden.
“What does that mean? Right here, right now, what are you trying to tell me?” You question him. Loki shakes his head, dejected. You take a breath, but it just feels like your lungs fill with smoke. You scoff, or maybe it’s a cough. You can’t tell anymore, your body doesn’t feel like your own. You press on. “Was there was some purpose to what you did? A glorious purpose to you fucking her?” Loki says nothing. “Tell me!” You yell. Loki blinks. Your knees begin to give out, and you slide to the floor, head held in your hands. “Tell me why,” you whisper. “You loved me. Tell me why.”
“Darling please, that’s why. That is why.” Loki rushes to you, kneeling in front of you. He takes your face in his hands, and you want to thrash and scream and throw him away, but you’re limp. There is no fight in you, not for Loki. You never thought it would come to this. You’ve no weapons that would match Loki in this combat. “It was too real. Too good. I,” he looks away. “I could never shake the feeling I didn’t deserve you. I thought if I did something this horrible, I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. It’s no longer what if I don’t deserve you?, it’s a promise.” Loki looks furious with himself. “Now I don’t have to worry. Now I know I don’t.”
“And what?” You snarl, a wounded animal lashing out as a final defense. “I choose you anyway, so you’re absolved of your insecure guilt? You can be self-destructive all you want Loki, but to drag me into it...” a wave of nausea passes over you, and you actually gag. “I gave myself to you,” you tell Loki, and it’s not the sex you’re talking about, it’s the intimacy. Loki knows you, and he promised to do that and keep that safe and just with him. Your chest begins to tighten, panic setting in. You can’t breathe, and you don’t feel comfortable in your own home - both the physical one, and the one Loki has given you in the form of himself. “I don’t know what to do.”
The words sink in only once you’ve said them. You don’t know what to do. Loki might not be the center of your world, but he is skin deep, irrevocably part of you. Just a few minutes ago, that was something you celebrated. Now it feels like a burden.
Loki’s arms envelope you, draw you to his chest, and though he’s filled with regret, he seems so strong. You let out a sob, one the muscles under Loki’s sweater absorb the sound of.
You push away, standing on shaky legs.
“It,” your voice is hoarse, it feels like knives inside the column of your throat. You swallow. “It’s just... I want to go to you. I want you to comfort me.” Tears slide down your cheeks. “But you’re the one who did this to me. You hurt me, but I still want to run to you.” The question is in the air, even if unspoken.
What does that say about me?
Loki exhales, pursing his lips before he stands as well. He keeps a distance between the two of you.
“Would you believe me if I said I regret it?” He asks, full of earnest. “More than anything?”
More than anything. Murder and mayhem. More than his countless other betrayals.
Your nails dig into your palm as you clench your fists. To anyone else, this would seem so obvious. So incredibly on par for the Loki everyone else perceives.
You thought you knew better than them. Yesterday, you thought you knew Loki so well.
“Yes.” You answer. “Yes, I would believe you.” You wait a moment. “Would you believe me if I said that maybe we can move past this, but it won’t be enough?” Loki’s Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps. “That nothing you do will ever be enough?”
Loki doesn’t say a word. He just watches you, eyes swimming with tears and regret.
“I thought I was better than this.” Loki tells you in what feels like a lifetime later.
You just nod. Because you did too.
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mochie85 · 9 months
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Laced Intentions
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Summary: You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.2K Warnings: SoftDom!Loki, jealous Loki, hand works, slight degradation, rough seggs, lots of thrusting, fluff, happy ending (as always). A/N: Thor, Steve, and Bucky make a brief appearance. This fic was inspired by a TikTok I saw by Delacruz Collections. Check out their store. Or their TikTok. GIF of the actual set after fic. Dividers: @firefly-graphics
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You needed to hurry. Loki had texted you saying he would be home soon, and you had to finish getting all the little straps tightened and make sure that everything was secured. Tonight was going to be the night.
You and Loki had just started this relationship and have yet to do anything more than heavy petting and heated make-out sessions. You knew it was because he was cautious around you. He was scared that he didn’t know his own strength. He could get lost in the moment and unknowingly hurt you.
You told him that it was ok. You trusted him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you purposely. Even so, you wouldn’t mind it being a little rough. Especially if he was the one commanding you and your body. But he wouldn’t relent.
You’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way his eyes devour every inch of your body. Licking his lips and rubbing his neck. You knew he ached for you. Just as much as you craved him.
He said so himself one night, as you straddled his lean frame and pushed him down on your bed. You had his hard dick in your hand, stroking him up and down, as you rubbed it against your needy clit. The pulsing veins on his hard cock kissing your wet lips, tantalizing your release. “…f-fuck…don’t stop, pet,” he panted. His eyes rolled back as his head sunk further into the pillow.  
“Baby…I need you inside me,” you whimpered as you continued to stroke him closer and closer to his release.
“Oh, gods! I want nothing more than to be inside you,” he said, his eyes closed from the exquisite torture you were giving him. He didn’t see you line yourself up over him. His leaking tip, red from need, eagerly crying to be inside you.
But Loki was quick. In an instant, he pinned you down on the bed before you could sink yourself onto his throbbing length. Both of your hands were suspended above your head in one of his strong grips. He continued to grind himself against you, making you cry out his name.
“Ah, ah, ah. Naughty little thing. I told you we can’t.”
“But you said-” he kissed you fiercely, making you forget the rest of your words as he expertly made you cum from his grinding alone.
You sighed at the memory.  Loki is such a passionate lover hiding underneath false notions of your fragility. You rolled your eyes at your many attempts to seduce him and convince him that you are not as fragile as he thinks you are. You can take whatever he wants to give you. And God did you wish he would give it all to you!
So when you first saw this lingerie masterpiece of sex and eroticism, you were left speechless. You clenched your thighs just imagining what Loki would do to you when he saw you in it. Green satin straps and ribbons were constructed and held together by gold hooks and clasps. The garter and cuffs were attached by a dainty gold chain, leading back to a central choker on your neck. Each strand was decorated with small baubles of crystal that sparkled under the light, connecting all the pieces to you. You only hoped that the links would survive his rough hands. It was rather pretty and you’d hate to see it broken.
You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before you heard the latch of the front door. He was finally home! You put on your silk robe, leaving it untied so he can see a peek of what was underneath, and you walked out of your bedroom.
The clack of your heels echoed in the hallway, announcing your arrival. The first person you spotted was Loki. His eyes met yours and then traveled down your body in the most ravenous way possible. The beer he was about to put against his lips, forgotten. As were the words in his mouth. You stood at the threshold, surprised to see that Loki wasn’t alone. It was only now you registered the other voices and laughter you heard only seconds too late.
The room went quiet as you noted the other people in the kitchen. Steve, Bucky, and Thor, each with their own pizza box in front of them, had gone quiet. Watching you in shock. You were thankful you had put on your robe, at least, even though it was still open. Everyone could see what you were wearing underneath.
Oh fuck, you thought. Well, there’s no point hiding now. Smiling with fake bravado, you greeted Loki home. “Welcome home, handsome,” you said giving Loki a chaste kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know we were having company over. I’ll go change.” You smiled and turned to walk away.
“Hi, Y/N.”
“Gentlemen,” you smiled and nodded.
“Bye Y/N.” The trio said in unison as you walked back into the bedroom to change.
Brief silence overtook the room as the men’s eyes darted between a stunned Loki and where you escaped to. “Listen, if you don’t go in there right now…” Steve pointed to your bedroom. “I will personally take Bucky’s arm off and beat you with it!” Steve threatened.
“Or, you know…I could go in there.” Bucky offered, earning a snarl from Loki’s lips.
“Leave! Now!” Loki ordered.
“Right. See ya tomorrow,” Steve said with a casual salute.
“Pfft! Knowing my brother, he will most likely take all night, and all day tomorrow too.” Thor laughed as he gathered his pizza box and a six-pack of beer.
Bucky just laughed, punching Loki in the shoulder. “Let’s go to Sam’s. That guy doesn’t have a sex life.” He said to the others.
Loki stood there, still trying to process what he saw, as each man clapped his shoulder in parting. The creak and latch of the front door closing brought Loki back to his present mind.
He stalked down the hallway, following the subtle hint of your perfume. He inhaled deeply, your scent driving him mad.
The first thing he saw when he opened the bedroom door was your robe, discarded on the bed. He followed your gentle humming into the closet where you stood looking through your sundresses. Loki quietly walked in, blocking your escape. He noted your skin, radiant and perfect, complimenting the shiny satin of the straps holding you together. Loki’s eyes followed the gold chain that dripped from your neck down to the garters and matching cuffs they hooked onto.
“That was quite a show parading into the room like that,” he said in your ear. His whispered breath tickled you, making you shiver.
“I didn’t know we would have company. Let me just pick a dress and I’ll join you shortly.”
“Will you continue to wear this underneath?” he teased, knowing full well that everyone had already left. His breath fanned the side of your face. His fingers ghosted over the ribbons, tracing them down your hips.
You craved his touch, patiently waiting for him to connect to your body. “Touch me, please” you prayed.
“Oh, and why should I give in to your requests, kitten? You’ve been awfully naughty.” His hands continued to eclipse your body. You could feel the heat from his palms traveling up and down, tracing the many straps and where they lead to. You closed your eyes at the sensation. The anticipation. Loki was a master at building you up.
“I…I didn’t know…this was only meant for you,” you whined.
“I think you did know,” Loki scoffed. “I think you wanted to make me jealous.” His voice got deeper. More dangerous. “So jealous that I would have to claim you. Is that what you want, darling? For me to claim you in front of the others? So desperate to have my cock inside you that you would parade yourself in this seductive little number so that I might take action. You should’ve seen the way Barnes was looking at you.”
“Loki, I-”
“Hands up.” He commanded and you obeyed quickly, holding on to the bar that hung all your clothes. Loki kicked your heels apart, spreading you open, and making you bend at the waist. He placed himself behind you.  His palm spanked you on your right side making you scream out and moan. It didn’t hurt. It never hurt with Loki.
“You were so brazen. Only I get to see you like this. Do you understand?” he charged as you heard the buckle of his belt loosen, the zipper of his pants being opened. He grabbed your hair gently and pulled you back to him.
“I was only trying to surprise you. I didn’t know they would be here!” you moaned as you fought hard not to bite your lip. His fingers finally caress the pulse point of your neck, trailing down to the valley of your breast. His hands got caught in the chains and you can hear the soft clink of them breaking in his grasp.
He cupped your sex, making you mewl to his touch. “This is mine, and mine alone!”
“Yours…” you sighed.
“Again!” he said dipping his agile fingers inside you.
“Yours…sir,” you said barely above a whisper. Loki closed his eyes, savoring your submission.
“Oh, you are sinful!” Loki said, his resolve breaking. “I try to be good. I try to protect you from me. But you seem hell-bent on breaking me don’t you, kitten?” His lips crashed into yours. He sucked on your lower lip as his fingers continued to work your clit.
You pushed back against him, feeling his hard erection against your back. “Please…Loki…sir.”
Loki grunted in defeat. He took a deep breath and looked straight into your eyes.  “If we do this, kitten, I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. I’m scared I won’t be able to stop once I have you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can never hurt me, Loki.” You tried to shine your love through, showcasing how much trust you had for him.
He turned you to face him, capturing your lips in a strong but zealous kiss. He spoke in between teeth and tongue, your breath mingling with his, “If it gets too much, tell me.”
“It won’t be too much,” you tried to reassure him.
“You will tell me!” he growled, backing you out of the closet and into your bedroom.
“I’ll tell you. I promise,” you assured, looking deep into his ocean eyes.
“Good!” With that one word, he picked you up by your upper things and carried you towards the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his fingers toyed with the garters gripping your thighs.
“This is beautiful, kitten,” he breathed. His cock struggling in between your pressed bodies. His teeth found purchase on the skin of your shoulder. “All wrapped up for me like a little present.” He threw you, almost carelessly, on the bed. You preened at how easily he was able to manhandle you. How effortlessly he was able to manipulate your body. You watched him take his shirt off, exposing the hard planes of his abs. The definition of his lean muscle guiding your eyes down to his exposed cock.
You felt the bed dip when he knelt in front of you. He pumped himself, once. Twice, before he teased your entrance with his stiff girth. “Loki, please. Don’t tease me.”
“Like the way you teased me with this?” he pinched the gusset of your thong and let it go, snapping the fabric on your overstimulated folds. It stung with painful pleasure as you cried out. He pushed the gusset to the side as he eased himself inside you. First, his massive tip, pulling it in and out. Teasing you relentlessly of what’s to come. Then, inch by inch, he sheathed himself inside you. Filling your walls.
Loki lost his sanity. To finally be inside you. Inside your warmth and your passion. To be surrounded by your scent and your moans, he couldn’t handle it and he was slowly going feral with each inch he fed your eager cunt. When he bottomed out, you cried as his pelvic bone rutted against your sensitive nub.
“You feel so good, pet. Better than I had ever imagined,” he said breathlessly as he started thrusting. His fingers curved around your supple thighs, bruising marks of purple and blue. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. Each gasp of air only fueled your desire for him even more. He felt so good.
So. Damn. Good.
With each stroke he would take his tip to your entrance, stretching you, and then push back inside. Loki filled you like no one has done before, and most likely never will.
“Awe, my poor darling-” thrust. “What’s the matter?” thrust. “Have I rendered you speechless?” thrust. “I thought this was what you wanted?” You nodded your head, whimpering like an untouched virgin.  He spread his thighs further apart on the bed, pushing your knees closer to your chest, to receive him deeper. He held your shoulders down, your body sinking into the silken mattress, keeping you immobile and unable to escape the onslaught of his hard cock.
“You’re going to be good for me, right kitten? You’re going to take all of me in.” He commanded, his voice barely above a whimper. Loki was going to lose it soon and he knew it. You felt so good around him. All it would take was a few more strong thrusts and he would scream out your name to the heavens.
With his new position over you, he started diving faster. More aggressive. He pushed himself further inside you. Down to his hilt, sheathing himself inside your heated folds. “Loki!” you yelled out. You grabbed hold of his arms, your nails digging into his skin leaving half-moon marks. You squeezed his cock tighter, and you were rewarded with the deepest, most beautiful, feral sound coming from his lips.
“Ah- fuck! That’s it pet, squeeze me. Gods, you feel so good. I might just have to leave myself inside you.   -heh- Would you like that, kitten?” thrust. “Want to be my cock warmer?” thrust. “Keep me cozy all night?” thrust.
You simply nodded your head. You knew Loki asked you a question, but you couldn’t make sense of anything right now besides the feel of his hard length stretching you open, over and over again.
“I asked you a question, darling,” he said grabbing your chin and squeezing your lips to pout. “I made you into a little cock-slut haven’t I?” thrust. “Can’t seem to think at all can you?” thrust.
“…Loki…” you called out with each slam of his hips.
“That’s all right. As long as it’s my name you’re calling out. My name that you’re begging for.” Loki looked down at you. Your skin was aglow from the beads of sweat and pleasure. Your hair was a crown above you tangled in a mess. And your lips had captured one of his fingers still holding onto your chin, sucking it down to the webbing of his hand.
With a pop, he took his finger out of your mouth and drew it down your neck, leaving a cold trail on your heated skin. “I’ll have use of those talents later, my dear.” Loki laid his weight on top of you, caging your head in between his arms. His sweet lips sucked hard on your salted skin leaving you crying out for more. Your hands were left clawing his back as he grunted and moaned into your ear.
“I…I…can’t…Loki…youfeel…m’soclose…” you were incoherent. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t talk. The only thing on your mind was his name. “…Loki…”
“Cum for me, kitten. Cum with me,” he growled in your ear. Your whole body tightened up. You dug your nails deep into his back and screamed your release as he slammed himself down on you hard. He grunted his pleasure in your ear, releasing a savage growl that shook your body beneath him. The euphoric wave wouldn’t stop. Loki remained still, but you could feel him throbbing inside you, coating your walls, sending you spiraling into delirious bliss.
He remained on top of you, unable and unwilling to move away from your exquisite sex. The first thing you felt after coming down from your high was Loki’s soft lips on your neck. You turned and captured them with your own, pulling his weight further down onto you.
“Are you all right, darling.” He whispered tentatively. “Did I hurt you at all?”
“Wh-what do you mean? I feel so good, baby. You feel so good!” you said smiling.
“Was I too rough? I must’ve been. I can see my marks all over your neck.” Loki lifted himself off you and he found your lingerie shredded and clawed to pieces around your sheets. “Oh, darling. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was worried this would happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Loki started rambling.
“Hey, hey, hey.” You tried to quiet him down. “Loki, look at me! I’m not hurt. I feel wonderful.” You held his worried face in your hands and soothed his hair out of place. “Did you enjoy it?” you asked, and he nodded his head. He laid next to you, spooning you.
“Every second. Every thrust,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “I just want to stay wrapped in your warmth forever. I don’t know why we waited so long.” You laughed at his admission. You lay there in his embrace, replaying the sinful moment in your head. Smiles on both your faces as you stole kisses from each other.
Until you remembered something. “Come on. The guys are probably sick of waiting for us,” you said trying to get out of bed.
“They left a while ago,” he finally confessed. Loki aggressively pulled you back onto the bed and into his arms. “I told them to leave as soon as you walked back in here to change,” he declared, straddling over you, pinning you back down on the bed.
“I’m afraid you’ve unleashed something in me, dear,” he said as he took one of your discarded ribbons and tied both your hands up with it. “Now, I did say that I was going to see to that mouth of yours, didn’t I?”
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“Does Loki know you have a key to his apartment?” Bucky asked Thor.
“Of course he does. He’s my brother. He’s the one that gave me this key.” Thor said trying to act nonchalant.
“Come on guys. Grab the beer, and let’s go. I don’t want to miss the game.” Steve tried to hurry them. Thor opened the doors and all three men walked in looking for the forgotten twelve-pack that was left on the counter.
“Oh, Loki! Oh, fu-baby don’t stop. Don’t stop! Yes. Yes. YES!”
The three men paused hearing you scream from your bedroom. Steve blushed a strawberry red and walked right out the door.
“I just learned my lesson! Never come here uninvited.” Thor said shaking his head. He pocketed his key and followed Steve.
“Lucky bastard!” Bucky chuckled as he grabbed the beer and locked the door.
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Loki using his Shadows on you after your behaviour at a party
TW: Slight Voeyerism, sex with shadows, hints to somnophilia.
Odin had held a grand festival. It had beautiful nymphs and goddesses from different worlds. You had dressed in a beautiful black top with a matching skirt. The shirt cut off before your navel and the skirt cut off before your thighs.
Wrapped in a beautiful glittery veil, and a golden headband. You were stunning, in Loki's eyes you shined brighter than all the stars above, glittering on the ceiling.
Grünle a jöttenhimer had asked you to dance and you agreed to one just to indulge him. Suprisingly akward was far from it. He was a gentleman through and through. With slight jokes and remarks. You enjoyed his company yes. Buqt you wished to be in the arms of a god a few yards away.
Although those yards felt like seas. You knew this wasn't one sided as you felt his gaze on you, and you only the entire time. Grünle brought you close for the last time and gave you a polite hug.
Kissing you cheek, he smiled and told you to enjoy yourself. You simply smiled and said you would.
You allowed the music and the wine to guide you, mingling with he crowd. You didn't feel his gaze anymore. You started to turn but was caught when yoy fwlt something trace your waist.
Or rather.
Someone.
"You of all people should know that i get jealous very easily, especially with people i care about," he whispered gently into your neck.
He moved you to he music and you began to dance. You didn't need to look behind you, or at the long veiny hands infront of you.
And he was jealous.
He slowly twirled you and you glimpsed his face.
He was jealous.
The dance between you was filled with tension, he held you closer at parts, his hand going higher towards your neck as though to collar you.
You smiled to yourself, if he ever wished to do that, boy would you let him. He kissed your cheek at the end of the dance. Before stealing one from you lips. It was a quick one.
You only bit your lip and curtsied and after your dance gave your hand out to another, and another, and another. Till you swore you shoes had worn out. With every dance, they would swoop in a kiss your cheek.
You could basically feel his jealousy rising with each peck. You had gone out to the adjoining balcony for air. You tried to gather your thoughts. You had teased the god of mischief. Surely some form of punishment should be on its way.
As you stood pondering what you had done. You realised you weren't alone. You felt them.
His shadows.
You felt them slip under your dress, fondling and groping you. One even slipped into your hand and took your drink. Sliding it onto the balcony table.
The slowly relieved you of you dress sliding it off your shoulders. Soon you were on your back, softly moaning at the invisible person on you. You felt everything, from your breasts to your nethers.
It's not like you've never been touched there before, it's just that you've never been touched by his shadows.
The moved in sync guiding you to your orgasm, one went over your mouth to stop anyone from getting to hear you.
Loki was the type to either fuck you infront of everyone, or the keep your moans and pleasures to himself.
It stopped at your breasts for a minute giving it a light squeeze before heading up your face to your ear.
Over and over, these shadows were relentless. Guiding you to every orgasm. You were a sweating heaving mess. You turned to try and crawl away but they wouldn't let go.
Finally they released you. Cleaning you up aswell. Your mind was hazy and in a mess. Slowly one slid up your body again.
"The things I wish to do to you lovely, but alas my shadows will have to suffice for now, do not wait up for me love, i shall come for you, then, I shall have you, awake or not."
lo elysium.
You felt the floor open at your feet and off you went. You hoped loki would join you soon.
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A/N: curtsied
Idk how to spell it and I'm too lazy for da shit
Also if y'all cannot picture the outfit, I got reference from. The Dragon King's bride on WEBTOON , CHAPTER 16
Also reader is either black or like dark skinned, am I projecting? 🤔 maybe🤷🏾‍♀️
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While we’re on the subject on inclusivity:
Inclusivity in your mood boards is just as important as inclusivity in the fic itself. Please try to include poc and curvy images in your mood boards as well! Please!
Your moodboard is the introduction to your story and sets the mood and the vibe. When you only have skinny white girls in your moodboards, you’re communicating a message that’s all who you thought of while writing and that’s the only type who is attractive and desirable to the characters. Poc deserve to feel seen too and feel like they were thought of while writing. Especially so when you’re writing for characters of color!
You don’t even have to use *only* poc or curvy pictures for your mood boards. Including different skin tones to show that you made the effort is much appreciated. You could also use shadow images or fully blacked out silhouettes to hide the skin tone altogether. There are plenty of resources and images out there that you should be able to find more than just skinny white girls. I know is it takes a little extra digging but it’s very much worth it to show inclusivity!
I know Pinterest is the bane of image finding, but it can be a good resource to find poc images. Just search (whatever aesthetic you’re looking for) + dark skin or person of color or something similar and you’ll find plenty of images. And the more you save the more images will show up in your feed. I constantly collect images to have references later when I need them.
Unsplash is another good resource to find poc models and images. And there’s also models of color pages right here on tumblr! There are resources out there it just takes a little effort to find the right images!
And as an ending note: using only skinny white girls in your mood board and then putting a disclaimer like “images do not represent reader they’re just fitting the aesthetic” isn’t the work around you think it is. I understand it’s not done in purpose and you most likely don’t realize it, but saying that says poc don’t fit your aesthetic and it’s still alienating and hurtful. Just something to keep in mind.
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Thinking many thoughts
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five-miles-over · 9 months
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Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs
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This isn't my bed.
You opened your eyes, finding yourself nestled in pine green sheets of sateen. How did I even get here? As soon as you sat up, your eyes darted about the room.
Large and luxurious seemed to describe the queen-sized bed you were sitting in. The bedroom had off-white painted walls, a large ebony dresser with a mirror that perfectly captured your reflection, and a three-paned window offering a view of an idyllic suburban neighborhood.
From there, you could see a clean yard with rose bushes and yellow dandelions, all behind a white picket fence. There was a walkway, leading up to what could only be assumed to be the front door. And there was even a little mailbox with a green flag.
You blinked in disbelief at the sight, and decided to turn your attention to the rest of the bedroom. The next thing that caught your eye was the nightstand, which was ebony to match the dresser. Maybe it was part of a set.
On the nightstand was a set of silk ribbons, a wristwatch, and a framed photo. You picked up the frame and saw yourself in a wedding gown, smiling while being hugged by a tall man with dark curls that framed his long, pale face. His eyes crinkled at the corner as he grinned, looking at the camera as if this were the happiest moment of his life. The two of you seemed so perfect together, maybe even in love. The photo was in black and white, so you couldn't say much about the color of his eyes. However, it was obvious that he was wearing a black suit with a lily boutonniere. Classy.
"Morning, darling!"
You looked up to see the same man from the photo, except his curls were dripping and he wore a fluffy, black bathrobe. It didn't take long for you to notice his striking cheekbones, and the besotted look in his eyes that almost resembled the way he looked in the photo. But in all fairness, the camera did not do his beauty complete justice.
He came closer to you and gently planted his lips on yours. He tasted of mint, and his skin smelled like rain. You slowly reciprocated the kiss, putting your fingers on his cheek.
"Were you taking a trip down memory lane?" The man fondly asked, glancing at the photo. "I still can't believe that was only two months ago. Can you?"
You shook your head.
He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your hair. "I'll finish getting dressed, and then meet you in the kitchen for breakfast."
You climbed out of bed, oblivious to a ring on your left hand. "Where...where are you going,...darling?" You swallowed.
"To work," he chuckles. "Can't be starting a Nexus Event at my own workplace." The man examines himself in the dresser's mirror. Then, he opens a drawer, retrieves a small pot of facial moisturizer, and dabs it on his forehead, rubbing it in circles. "You know the TVA, darling."
"The...Time Variance Authority," you mumbled, watching his reflection. "I should...I should go."
You hurried out of the bedroom, down a long hallway filled with pieces of generic artwork, and into a kitchen.
"What do you think of having pancakes this morning?" The man could be heard asking while you entered what seemed to be the kitchen kitchen.
As if the place were taken straight from the 1950s, everything - the oven, the fridge, the cabinets, and even the wallpaper - was completely pastel green, a shade of seafoam. Why is there so much green in this house?, you asked yourself.
Maybe it was because you watched too many sitcoms, or had seen too many vintage photos, but the first thing you did was put on an apron that had been laying around. And then, you opened the fridge, which was fully stocked with everything: a full carton of milk, a dozen eggs, various vegetables, some cuts of meat wrapped in butcher paper, and cheddar cheese.
Pancakes, you thought to yourself, taking the eggs and milk out of the fridge. Thankfully, there was an unopened box of pancake mix on one of the kitchen countertops. Yes it was strange, cooking breakfast for a man whose name you didn't even know, but he'd been so sweet to you. And maybe if you were on his good side, you could actually get some answers about who he was. "Hm..." A few moments later, while you were mixing the pancake batter in a large bowl, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. "I just can't get enough of you." The man's dulcet voice tickled your ears.
You laughed politely as he kissed your cheek. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed he was wearing a white button-down shirt , a dark tie, and brown dress pants that showed off his perfectly-tight ass. For a moment, it made you blush. Apparently, the man noticed...and promptly winked in your direction.
As you heated the pan and greased it with butter, you could hear the man pouring himself a cup of coffee or tea, and then opening a newspaper.
"I'm cancelling drinks with Mobius tonight," the man casually said. "Coming straight home after work."
Not knowing at all who he could be referring to, you scooped the batter into the pan and watched it sizzle. "Why?"
He flipped a page of the newspaper. "Because he's making me watch another set of boring trading videos today. It's tedious, honestly." The man smiles when the scent of warm pancakes reaches his nose. "What I wouldn't give to be back on our honeymoon."
"Me too," you lied, placing the golden-brown pancakes onto a plate.
The man set the news paper aside and walked up to you, stroking your hair. "Maybe, tonight...we could even finish what we started on our honeymoon."
"Oh?" You found yourself smiling while you flipped two pancakes.
He whispered, "We could continue trying for a baby."
Don't burn the pancakes. Do NOT burn the pancakes. Blinking, you placed the two new ones with the rest of them on a plate, trying not to let your hand tense around the spatula. "A baby..." You put the plate of pancakes on the dining table, gently pushing aside the newspaper.
Next to the paper was a laminated id badge. It read, 'Time Variance Authority, Name: Loki Laufeyson, Role: Variant, ID: L1130'. You swallowed. struggling to look away from the badge as you tried to understand who the man really was. "Loki?"
"Those smell amazing, darling." Loki sat down and drizzled syrup on the pancakes. Then, procuring a bottle out of thin air, he sprayed a large peak of whipped cream on top.
You handed him a fork and knife, watching him begin to eat.
"Mm!" He moaned, closing his eyes for a moment. "This is delicious! Mm, I knew I married the right woman."
"Married?"
Loki chuckled before feeding you a forkful of pancake, syrup and whipped cream. "I love you more every day, Mrs. Laufeyson."
You gave him a gentle smile while chewing. "I...I love you more, Mr. Laufeyson." You made two pancakes for yourself, turned off the stove, and ate them while sitting across the table from Loki. How could it be possible that you were married to the God of Mischief, the younger prince of Asgard, the frost giant?
While eating, you glanced at your left hand, surprised by the sight of an elegant emerald ring with a gold band placed on your middle finger. But before you could ask Loki about any of this, the God of mischief put his now-empty plate in the sink. "I'd best be off now." He put his arm around your shoulder and pecked you on the lips. "Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow."
Loki walked towards the door with a brown jacket and a briefcase. "Wait! Loki!" You followed him out of the kitchen. "You forgot your badge."
Loki smiled, tapping the left side of his chest. "Pin it here, darling." He watched you with nothing but pure, unadulterated affection. "What would I do without you?" When you'd gotten the badge on his shirt, Loki gave you one last kiss. "No matter what happens," he softly said your name, "never doubt that I love you. I'll see you tonight, darling."
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My req idea is a fluffy (spicy thoughts can be included) 'seeing each other for the first' time thing with Asgard!Prince!Loki and his betrothed princess yn 🍬💓
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“The Princess and the Stable Boy” 
After a lifetime of preparation, you finally travel to Asgard for your wedding to Prince Loki, a mysterious man you’ve never met. After your cruel betrothed repeatedly abandons you during your wedding week, you find a special friend with an open ear to whom you bare your soul. But the situation becomes fraught when, on your wedding day, you find you want to give your heart to someone else. 
Pairing: Prince!Loki x Princess!Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, a little spice Content Warnings: forced marriage, hidden identities, some borderline-smutty thoughts Word Count: 4.5k
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“And, tell me, what is the Prince’s excuse this time?” you asked, looking at the diminutive maid in your doorway, her plain white robes a stark contrast to the elaborate, guided threshold she filled. 
“His father is holding court this evening, m’lady,” she replied, her head bowed, refusing to meet your eye. 
Twisting your lip into a skeptical frown, you kept your disappointment inside for the sake of dignity. “Court is never held after sunset,” you answered. “He’s pissed off again.”
The maid didn’t reply. “He did send his regards--”
“--every cursed night for the past four days he’s ‘sent his regards’! We marry in another six and I have yet to see his face, nor he mine,” you  growled, frustration rising in your voice as your anger obscured your manners.”Is he deformed?”
“No, m’lady. His handsomeness is unmatched.” 
“Does his tastes fall to another sex?”
She denied. “M’lady, the Prince is open about his desires, and he does not discriminate between sexes.”
 “Well, does this bastard wish to marry me or not??”
The maid looked helpless for an answer. You softened a little in sympathy. “I suppose you wouldn’t understand.”
She shook her head bashfully. “No, m’lady.”
“Then, just go,” you dismissed, not even bothering to wait in the room for her to leave before scurrying into your parlor and slamming the door, finally letting the scream out that had been building up inside you. It felt like a wonderful release, but it didn;t solve your problem. 
You were getting married to a blank face in six days, uniting your realms, as was decreed on the day of your birth. You were raised getting to know your husband through correspondence, tutors, and finishing lessons. You only knew of his interests through quizzes and long hours of study. And for all your hard work, on the eve of the culmination of it all: he hadn;t even bothered to meet you. 
It was enough of a humiliation when your entourage approached the palace at Asgard only to be greeted by your future brother-in-law, ready with an excuse that your fiance was ailing. The following day, you’d heard he was spotted hunting on the edge of the city. 
The next day, Prince Loki missed your supper with the royal family. Queen Frigga had given you a sympathetic apology, insisting she would send him to greet you personally the following day, assuring you that Loki was eager to wed and merely taking care of some final pre-marital business.
He never appeared at your door, and you’d wasted the entire day waiting for him. 
You were a strong princess, full of glorious purpose, ready to wed whether your heart wanted to or not. Prince Loki was making it very difficult for you to keep your resolve the more it became obvious that he was avoiding you. Every minute that passed solidified the fact in your mind that you were going to be nothing but a weight shackled to his ankle, occasionally bearing an heir and appearing publicly at his side. You were about to become an official Asgardian ornament.
What a sad fate for a princess, you bemoaned, throwing open your balcony doors and stepping out into the night air. You overlooked the inner courtyards and fields of the palace property, a tree line off against the indigo horizon. The twinkle of the city itself was off, beyond the north wall, the light pollution dousing the stars above your head. The rolling knolls were difficult to admire in the twilight.
Something caught your eye before you lost yourself in pitying thought: by the west wall appeared to be a stable, occupied with the royal steeds no doubt. You could have sworn you heard a whinny from that direction. Smiling, you decided that perhaps a horse’s ear was better than no ear at all (and you’d already scared away most of your maids). 
Within a few minutes, you’d donned a black cape and simple dress so as not to attract attention. With all the free time you’d had not getting to know your future husband, you’d gotten to know the ins and outs of the palace corridors quickly, so it was no time before you were out in the open air and strutting toward the stable. You briefly looked up in the direction of the highest tower in the palace: the tower where the royals themselves bedded. Prince Loki was up there somewhere, not giving a damn about you or how lonely you felt. 
“Don’t worry, Loki,” you whispered bitterly before turning away from the palace again, “I won’t say one voluntary word to you for the duration of our lives.”
The stables were clean and impeccably-kept, and the lights you’d seen were still on when you arrived. You stepped inside to find that only one of the stables was occupied, by a tall, sturdy, black stallion. He was contentedly munching on something in a metal bucket hanging off of the side of the cubicle.
Someone watched the horse, leaning with his back against the opposite stall door. His ankles were crossed, as well as his arms, and he looked deep in thought. His raven hair hung in his face, unruly and thick. His gray shirt was unfastened, hanging open at his sides, barely holding onto his shoulders. His tight green leggings were tucked into shin-high leather riding boots. He had a tattoo of an ouroboros winding about his chest, just below his razor-sharp clavicle. You swore it was moving very slowly, slithering about the man’s chest in an infinity loop. 
There was a quality to his profile that immediately stopped you in your path. It was intimidating, but also attractive, as if he was posing for a painting but trying to look candid at once. Upon hearing the shuffling of your boots on the hay-lined floor, the young man lifted his gaze to meet yours, and his blue eyes lit up. 
Looking upon his face only added to the haunting, yet rustic beauty of the man. His jaw was angular, his lips perfectly plump and distorted into an amused smile at seeing your face.
“Princess,” he mumbled, his voice low and casual. “You’re a long way from your chambers.” 
You rolled your eyes. “How do you know me? We’ve never met.”
He scoffed in reaction. “Everyone in the palace knows of the lovely future Princess of Asgard. I may be just another peasant among the ranks, but I’m not as dim as most of them.”
“You certainly have the arrogance of the Prince,” you sneered back. “I did not mean to suggest that you’re simple.” 
The mysterious stranger raised his eyebrow and pushed off from the wall with his shoulder. “You’ve met him?”
Shaking your head, you looked to the side sheepishly. “No.”
“Still?” chuckled the boy, taking another step toward you, but planting himself there. “And you have not tried seeking him out?”
“It isn’t protocol for me to summon him,” you sighed. “It would be considered stepping out of line.”
“Well, from my experience,” said the peasant, “Stepping out of line is the quickest way to get what you want.” 
You looked at him again. “I suppose being judged so harshly without having the chance to even please my betrothed isn’t the best motivator.” 
Your conversational partner shrugged. “Maybe he is simply nervous himself? Perhaps he feels those scrutinous eyes fall on him as well, and he isn’t sure how to--?”
“--I should have known, you’d never understand,” you mumbled bitterly, turning your back to him. You had no interest in listening to this apologist make excuses for whatever mental game your fiance was playing without your consent. You chose to disengage quickly, not having the energy to stand up for yourself. “My mistake. I’m sorry to have bothered you, stable boy.” 
You began to walk away. “My name is Arik,” the boy called after you, his voice heightened. 
You stopped. He sounded instantly contrite. 
“It sounds as if I’ve thrown a switch I shouldn’t have,” he continued. “Please forgive me, Princess. I didn't mean to further distress you. I was only seeking to console with you a possible explanation as to the Prince’s rude welcome.”
Turning back, you allowed yourself a small smile. It hurt your cheeks to do so after several days of doing very little with your jaw other than bemoaning your annoying situation. 
“Arik,” you repeated. 
He nodded and clicked his heels, standing at attention like a general, and bowing at the waist. “At your humble service, my Lady.” 
You stepped in further, gaining a closer look at the stable boy. Indeed, the tattoo moved on his chest. “I’ve never seen art like this,” you said breathlessly. The details in the ink were beautiful and delicate. Arik seemed to like you moving in and focusing your gaze on his pectorals. 
“My br--Prince Thor has a similar one,” he said quietly. “It is a large bolt of lightning shooting down his back from between his shoulder blades.” 
“How do you know this? Do the Princes walk about the palace nude?” you laughed. 
Arik’s smile widened at your laugh. “No, Princess. I served with the Princes during our mandatory conscription. Close quarters and all.” 
You sighed. “Which means the blasted stable boy knows my husband more than I!” you lamented. 
He laughed with you. “Perhaps it is time The Prince conquered his bashfulness,” he agreed. “From where I stand, he is the one missing out by delaying his meeting with you.”
You felt a burning blush crawl up your cheek at the compliment. “Arik…” you paused before continuing. “...if you do know the Princes so well…could you tell me about them? If I cannot learn of my husband from himself--”
Arik took your hand in his, bringing it gently to his lips. “--if you are asking me to familiarize you with our sovereigns in their pathetic absence, I would be most happy to oblige you, Princess.”
Your heart fluttered against your ribs, and you began to feel giddy. 
“Sadly,” he went on, your optimism instantly dropping off, “my services are required elsewhere in just a few moments.”
You sighed. “Oh.”
“However, if you wished to meet me here tomorrow evening,” Arik suggested, “It would be my honor to take you for a ride through the knolls.”
As much as you wanted to say yes, you knew that you had to turn him down. “The masque is tomorrow night.” 
“Oh, yes, I forgot.” 
There was no way Prince Loki would be able to abandon you at the masque ball set for tomorrow. It was in honor of your impending marriage. Even if you weren’t going to see his face, you would absolutely be expected to dance with him in front of the mobility of Asgard. 
“If only I could leave him alone in the middle of the floor for once,” you muttered bitterly. “I’m sure he regrets our appointment tomorrow night more than I.”
Arik smiled. “I admire your passion. Perhaps, though, it would be prudent to wait until you meet the Prince, to pass your own judgment.”
“He doesn’t deserve you as a loyal servant,” you remarked. 
Arik shrugged. “If you do find yourself in need of more flattering company, I have a small trundle here. As long as the nights are warm, I spend them out here. Come find me at any hour, and I will be your humble ally.” 
“Thank you,” you said tenderly. “I needed a friend to find me tonight.” 
“As did I, Princess,” he said, holding out a hand, brushing a small piece of hay from your hair that had settled. That tiny, intimate touch from another person was enough to make your nerves tingle. You’d gone for such a long time without any comforting physical contact. 
“Then, Arik, I will leave you to your duties,” you said, pulling away before anything even more wonderful could happen. Awkwardly not knowing how to address the strapping young peasant as you left his sight, you smiled and backed out of the stable.
Arik called out after you.  “Sweet dreams, Princess.” 
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He was all that you thought of as you went through the motions the following day in preparation for the ball. You were fitted for your gown, a rich, golden fabric draped loosely over your body and held to you with green and black ribbon. Your mask was green with gold feathers. Your hair was swept up into a complicated braid and laden with emeralds. Yet even more jewels were fastened to your ears and throat, all submitting to the green and gold palate.
Just as the palace was beginning to saturate with the odor of roasting meats and breathing bowls of wine, you were ready and escorted to the Great Hall, where the festivities were already in full swing. 
Even as the room stopped to acknowledge your entrance at the top of the grand staircase, your thoughts were with the stable boy who’d been the first in Asgard to treat you like a creature with a soul, with needs and fears. No one in this room knew a thing about you even as they praised you as their new princess. 
The crowd parted as you descended the staircase, revealing a tall figure dressed in green finery and Asgardian military insignia standing precisely in the center of the room. His hair was slicked back and tucked under a golden diadem, his high-necked jacket fastened from jaw to hip, a lacy black mask curling down his face so that nearly his entire visage was obscured to you. 
Great, even looking right at him, I can’t see, you complained inside even as you bowed cordially, reaching Prince Loki for your first meeting. You immediately got the scent of wintergreen and pine from him when you reached proximity. 
“Princess,” said a deep, restrained baritone from underneath the mask you faced. Prince Loki clicked his heels and bowed formally at the waist, which only made you long for your secret stable boy more. He shared the Prince’s posture, but that had to be from their shared military days. 
“Your Highness,” you barely mustered. “At last we meet.” 
“You sound disappointed,” the Prince suggested. 
“Only at the bitter reception from Your Highness,” you boldly answered. “What Prince treats his betrothed as such garbage as I have been?”
Loki didn’t twitch, blink, or acknowledge your cheek. He simply took the first position of a groom about to dance with his bride with all the restricted grace of a automaton. 
You went to take your position at Loki’s front for the dance. You only did so out of obligation. However, before you could touch his arm, you found yourself stepping back again in spite of yourself. 
“No,” you said. 
Gasps echoed about the room. 
“Princess?” Loki asked, sounding insecure for the first time. 
“You’ve been treating me worse than a scullery maid since the day I arrived. I’ve wanted nothing but to please you and please your subjects, but after being held in this palace like a prisoner in a cage of glass and gold, I’ve come to realize this: you don't deserve my hand. However, seeing as I am being forced to give it to you regardless, I am choosing to retain a mote of my own autonomy tonight by refusing this dance.”
No one had seen this coming from you, let alone Loki.
You sucked in your breath bravely. “If you permit me to leave this annoyance of a party right now, I will consider it our wedding present.” 
Committing to the offense, you spun on your heels and quickly walked back up the staircase as the murmurs and gasps grew to a louder hum. 
“Princess!” Loki was pursuing you, calling to you as you retreated. 
“So NOW you seek me out, now that I humiliate you in front of the assembly?” you hissed as soon as you turned the corner. “I won’t be anyone’s ornament! May you be damned!” 
He eventually gave up and remained behind. You found yourself stomping about the corridors alone, making a beeline for the stables. 
Tonight, the air was even warmer. Your gown fluttered in the breeze behind you as you made your way to the stables, where no one seemed to be home. 
“Arik?” you called, going inside to find no one, not even the horse, around. “Arik? Are you here?”
After a few moments of you pacing up and down the row, and you heard the sound of shuffling feet outside. You rushed back into the open night, and sure enough, Arik was returning, the black stallion bridled and tethered to his side. The horse was already wearing a saddle built for two. 
“My Lady?” Arik called, slightly out of breath. 
“Did I find you at a bad time? You look disheveled,” you remarked, taking in how Arik looked like he’d thrown himself at a pile of laundry and decided whatever garments stuck to his body would create his wardrobe for the evening: a white peasant shirt loosely tied at the neck, and black pants. 
Arik shook his head. “Alvis was startled by a serpent. Reining him in proved a challenge.”
“Then, perhaps he wouldn’t be amenable to the possibility of a ride this evening?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. 
Smiling, Arik raked a hand through his hair. “I think he can be persuaded, but…shouldn’t you be at the gala, Princess?” 
You scoffed, taking the ribbon tying your braid together and unfurling your hair, shaking it loose until every gem fell to the grass. “If His Highness wished to dance with me, he would have thought of this before casting me off like an old glove.” 
He snickered. “It didn’t go well, I take it?”
You shook your head. “I wouldn’t even stay for supper.”
“Well, that won’t do, Princess. This has already been a trying week for you. You need sustenance.” He indicated the double-seated saddle on the back of Alvis. “I’m sure the horse is well now, my Lady. I can take you to a place I know of on the edge of the kingdom, where we can remedy that.”
Nodding enthusiastically at his offer, you stepped up to the horse, suddenly realizing that you’d never ridden before. Arik seemed to be able to read your mind, scooping you up into his arms and placing you on Alvis before quickly mounting the horse himself.
You got the briefest hint of wintergreen and pine as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
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Arik took you through the knolls and orchards south of the city proper as the sun descended and night returned. The shadows of trees along the path fell across your faces as you rode through the lawns and groves, away from everyone else and off into a better place. Arik showed you how to stretch your arms out to pick apples and pears off the fruit trees you brushed past along the way. You laughed as you made a game out of who could nick more treats before being caught and chased along a few meters by an irate farmer who happened to be walking offside. 
You were brought to a waterfall on the edge of the kingdom, where you and the handsome stable boy sat on a boulder, close enough to the falls to feel the chilly mist. As you feasted on your ill-gotten fruit, Arik told you about your intended, and answered every question you had. 
He was beautiful in the soft moonglow. A perfect specimen, healthy and strong, but also brooding and sweet. Ridiculous as it seemed (it had taken less than a day), you were completely in love with Arik. He was more of a god in his humble rags as he sat before you now than Prince Loki could ever be while arrayed in his furs and finery. 
Something bothered you while he spoke: Arik spoke very fondly of the Prince in spite of your criticisms, almost as if he was trying to sell him to you. It was as if Arik could sense your growing feelings for him, and he was perhaps trying to protect you by throwing you off of his trail. 
“Tell me, Arik,” you implored, “Do you think Prince Loki even has the ability to love?”
“Princess, do you expect love to come from your arranged marriage?”
You shrugged. “I was hoping for some.” 
Arik smiled tenderly and took your hand. “If I know Prince Loki, he will take care of you and your children for your whole lives.”
Shaking your head, you pulled your hand away. “That isn’t what I want! I want love!”
“But--”
“--I can’t ever love Prince Loki,” you said decidedly. 
Arik’s shoulders dropped, and his smile disappeared. “That is very sad to hear, My Lady, That notion will only lead to a woeful match. If I know him, he wishes only for your happiness. But why do you sound so certain of this?”
“Because without trust, there can be no love…and how can I trust someone whose face I’ve never seen?” you explained, breaking down in tears at last, leaning against Arik’s broad shoulder. 
He gripped you tightly, and you felt safe in his arms, wishing you could be there forever. “Let’s run away.”
He didn’t respond. You found yourself doubling down. “I mean it, Arik. I could live a thousand years with you starting tonight.”
He pulled away from you far enough to make eye contact. His face was once of concern, of seriousness. “You can’t mean this. We barely know one another.” 
“I do! I do!” you said quickly. “Arik, you see me as not a Princess, but a woman, someone who wants to make the best of a fraught situation. You understand my soul,” you wept. 
Arik looked touched. He pursed his lips as he thought of what to say next. “My Lady, I don’t know what to say…”
“Take me away with you. Let’s go tonight,” you proposed. 
“No, Princess,” he insisted, pushing you away, standing straight. “You are engaged.”
“So, you won’t have me, and he doesn’t want me…no one wants me,” you whispered. 
Arik’s heart broke for you, and he returned you to his embrace. “Eloping would be instant death for us both, my Lady,” he said quietly. “If it weren’t this way…”
“Oh, Arik, I wish you were the Prince!” you cried, laying your lips against his and putting your palm against his cheek. He kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your whole body tightly. 
“Will I see you again after tonight?” you asked softly once your lips parted. 
He sighed. “It may not be a good idea,” he mused, breaking your heart. “Even this beautiful kiss we’ve just shared is enough to condemn us.” 
You nodded. “I would never wish to cause your death, Arik.” 
“Then, let’s stay out tonight,” he suggested. “With the promise that we won’t ever address the notion of running away ever again.”
“I agree.” 
He returned you just before dawn, to the door of your chambers, giving you one final kiss before leaving. Just before he turned the corner to return to the stables, he stopped to give you one more piece of advice. 
“I really do know the Prince intimately, Princess,” he insisted. “And if I know him, I know that if you give him your hand next week, he will give you his heart.” 
You felt a hot tear sting your eye. “I trust you,” you said with a small nod. 
Arik smiled. “Then, perhaps, there can be love here after all.” 
It took all of your strength to be reserved as you closed your door to the last hope of ever having a happy life with Arik the stable boy. 
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As promised, Arik had disappeared, removing any temptation you’d had to seek him out and go back on your own word to bind yourself to Prince Loki. You let the depression settle over you, painting you in a numbing glaze of complacency in your own imprisonment. You were meant to be a shackle on the Prince’s ankle, as promised by virtue of your birth. You would have to resign yourself to that, and be content with that.
Five days later, at dusk, you were escorted down the long hall leading to Asgard’s throne room. You wore a grand gown in peacock-blue, your hair down and loose about your shoulders, a golden circlet draped across your forehead, your face obscured by a veil so thick you needed a bridesmaid to guide you to your palace at the groom’s side for the ceremony. 
Goddamnit, even now I don't know what he looks like, you admitted the defeat bitterly. Your face was stone. You’d mentally prepared yourself for this, but it required a stiff upper lip to endure.
The ceremony was grand, but brief. A cauldron of eternal fire received your written vows to one another, and as the smoke formed the great tree Yggdrasil above your heads, you braced yourself for the moment where Loki would lift your veil and look upon your face. 
You closed your eyes as the Allfather gave Loki permission to greet his new bride with a first kiss. The ambient light increased behind your lids as the veil lifted. You waited in silence for several moments for the kiss. 
Instead, you heard a familiar voice say “Open your eyes, my Lady.” 
Obeying, you didn’t expect the kind blue eyes that belonged to your beloved stable boy to be looking down at you from the face of your husband. Confused, you raised an eyebrow and mouthed, “Arik? But…Loki?”
He shook his head and said softly, “We are one and the same, my dear.” 
“No,” you mumbled. “It can’t be!”
The deceitful Prince took your hand and quickly kissed it. “I came into this match with the same fears as you, my love, and I had to know that you could love me for who I was, and not what my title was.” 
“But…you were so mean to me…” 
The Prince shook his head. “Please accept the grave mistake I made in choosing to avoid you. I thought that you’d already resented me due to our reluctant arrangement.” 
“I wanted to meet you, to know you!”
“And so you have,” Loki said with a tender smile. “I assure you that Arik is in my heart. He was the real mask I wore, in order to have the courage to meet you for myself.”
You couldn’t believe it. “So, now we’re going to go forward and build an entire life off of a charade?”
“You said you trusted me,” Loki added. “Perhaps we can begin there, and with a kiss.”
The line was pure Arik. You were sold.
“It IS you!” you smiled happily, a warm wave of affection making your head spin. 
As the Prince leaned down to give you your bridal kiss, Arik’s lips met yours and removed the last doubts you would ever have. 
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The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 1
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Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki’s clutches.
Warnings: Eventual smut. Memory loss. Villain Loki. Thanos.
The battle was never ending. You and the other Avengers were never going to defeat Loki. He had taken Clint and Dr. Selvig using them against you as he took the Tesseract. It didn’t help that he would only show up every now and then to taunt the team. Otherwise you couldn’t locate him.
Loki fought against you. “We have to stop meeting like this, little one.” Loki teased. You used your magic, a cloud of blue surrounding you as you fought back. You underestimated the power you put behind it, the aftershock throwing you back against a boulder. You hit your head with a loud thud as your vision went black.
When you came to, a large man towered over you. You studied his face trying to place him. You couldn’t remember where you were or what you were doing outside. You didn’t even know who you are. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you, little one.” Little one. That was familiar. You obviously knew this strangely dressed man. You look down at your own apparel. You were wearing a leather catsuit, so you couldn’t say anything about him.
You hear fighting all around you. You sit up, suddenly scared of your surroundings. What was happening? Pain surges through your head, you place a hand on it. You were bleeding. Your suit was torn like you had been fighting too. You stand up, feeling a little dizzy. You grab the man before you, pulling him in for a hug. You don’t know why, but you trust him.
He said he was looking for you after all. The term of endearment he used rang a bell. If you were fighting, you must be on his side. He looks down at you like you have lost your mind. Maybe you haven’t hugged before and this was out of character for you. You quickly pull away.
“I’m so sorry. I think I must have hit my head too hard. I can’t remember anything. But you seem familiar. You said you were looking for me, so I just assumed.” He looks at you incredulously. “You really don’t remember who you are or what you are doing out here?” You look around again, not recognizing anyone or anything, but him.
“There seems to be a battle. I assume I’m on your side?” You look into his bright blue eyes as a smile appears on his lips. “Yes, that is correct. Those people over there are the Avengers. They are trying to stop me - erm - us. I’ll tell you more about it once we get back to our lair.”
Loki couldn’t believe his luck. He was waiting for you to come to after the nasty fall you had taken when your magic threw you back. You were powerful, but you didn’t have complete control over your power. With his help, you would be unstoppable. And now, you were on his side.
“She’s dangerous.” Thanos told Loki. “Right now, she isn’t. She doesn’t even know she has powers.” Loki argued. “This is perfect. I will train her, we will use her to fight the Avengers.” Thanos shook his head. “What if her memory comes back? It’s too big of a risk.” Loki paces the floor, “Trust me, she won’t. She took a nasty fall. Just let me try this out before we send the Chitauri.” “You have two months.” Thanos stated as he cut communication.
Loki set up a room for you. He conjured clothes for your closet, shoes in your size, everything you might need in order to convince you that you actually lived here. He found you on the bed, looking out the window. “I’ve come to dress your wounds.” You nod, turning toward him. He examined the cut on your head, green flowing from his hands as he healed it. He explained that he could use magic and apparently so could you. He was going to start retraining you tomorrow.
“The other cuts aren’t as severe so I will clean them myself.” He explained. You slid the strap of your tank top down your shoulder to give him better access to the wound. You gasp when the alcohol wipe touches your skin, causing the area to sting. You watch him intently, long pale fingers working diligently to patch every scratch on you.
“Lay back.” He commands, reaching for the hem of your tank top. You had a large cut just under your breasts. You do as your told, he rolls the fabric up just under your nipples. You hold your breath. Your skin prickles, turning into goosebumps everywhere he touches. Your nipples harden as he patches you up.
Loki notices how you are physically reacting to his touch. How your nipples hardened when he placed his hands on your stomach. How your breath hitched when he pulled your shirt up. The worst part was he could feel his pants growing tighter. He wasn’t surprised that you had that kind of reaction toward him. He was a god after all. But he never expected you to have that effect on him. His hands grew shaky as he finished bandaging you. “Good as new.” He murmured, yanking your shirt down to cover you.
“Loki?” He stopped his retreat from your room, freezing in your doorway. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” You get off the bed, walking toward him, pulling him in for another embrace. He reluctantly pulls you closer to him. You can tell he isn’t a hugger. His large hand smooths the back of your hair. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was there too.” You bury your face into his chest, breathing him in. He looks down at you, expression unreadable. This is going to be a long two months.
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader) (Series)
Summary : The year is 2012, Loki picks up the tesseract in an attempt to escape from the clutches of Avengers and his brother Thor only to end up in a tiny studio appartment in Minesotta, the occupant being none other than you. You reluctantly agree to hide and help the crazy god of mischief and terrorism wondering why you were even thinking about helping a fugitive?
Warning: 18+ This series will contain smut in the later chapters, Soft loki alert, Read the warning in every chapter
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 10, Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18
Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21
Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24
Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27
Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30
Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33
Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36
Chapter 37
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Loki x plus size reader 
You ride Loki for the first time
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of wax play and bondage, some self-deprecating thoughts, fluff, established relationship
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“Loki, I don’t know about this.” You pulled your robe tighter around yourself, nervously avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who was currently lounging on your bed, his perfect naked body cradled by the mountain of pillows against the headboard.
There was no doubt that you were both incredibly sexually adventurous, experimenting with everything from bondage to wax play and everything in between but this felt so much more daunting than anything you had tried before, even if it was relatively vanilla. 
“There is nothing to be scared of,” he cooed, reaching an inviting hand out to you, “It’s just me my love.” You slid your hand into his, letting the god pull you into his lap. You tried to lift some of your weight from him but Loki kept you pinned to his naked thighs. “If you truly do not want to do this, then we don’t have to. You have the power.”
His touch was cool but comforting all the same. The silk material of your robe slipped on your skin, exposing more of your chest to your boyfriend, yet he didn’t let his eyes wander away from yours. “We stop if I say stop?” You knew the answer already but you craved the gentle reassurance he always gave before starting any scene.
“Always.” His eyes sparkled, knowing that he was already getting his way. Your legs parted, allowing you to straddle him comfortably as Loki’s smile broadened. “So, are you going to finally ride me or make me wait some more?” He teased, making you shiver with anticipation.
It was the one thing you were hesitant to do— be on top. To be so vulnerable and have your whole body on display as you worked for both your pleasures, it was terrifying. But the way that Loki looked at you, like you were worthy of worship, it made you want to give him this piece of yourself, even if it made a chill settle in your bones.
“Loki.” You whined but it soon bled into a moan as his hands journeyed beneath your robe, cupping your generous ass in his palms. His smirk sent fire racing through your veins and you felt his length throb against your soft thigh. You rocked forwards in an attempt to escape his firm grip but only succeeded in letting his length slide against your cunt, his tip bumping against your sensitive clit.
Your gasp bounced off the bedroom walls as it had done countless times before but this time felt so different. Loki’s blue eyes stared right into you, he refused to look away for a single second almost as if he were worried about scaring you off. With a gentle touch, he guided you to your knees.
“Take me.” His hand slid between your bodies and lined the head of his cock to your weeping entrance. Your lips pressed against his in a starkly gentle kiss as you slowly sank down, taking every glorious inch of him inside your cunt. 
Your moans and Loki’s quiet groans twisted together in a beautiful symphony of pleasure. His touch travelled across your plush thighs, up past your hips, grazing your breasts briefly before he cupped your cheeks. You relaxed on top of him, the burn from his thick cock now lessened to the deliciously addictive stretch you could never get enough of.
Loki’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip as your kisses quickly became more desperate. Your cunt squeezed around him making the god buck up into you forcefully. His chest rumbled with a pleased sound as he ripped his lips from yours. “Perfect girl, c’mon start riding.”
Tentatively, you rocked forwards onto your knees, rising up on his cock before slamming back down to the hilt. You could feel the way your flesh moved with the force but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you may look like, not when you could feel Loki everywhere. Your next bounces were more confident and quicker until your rhythm made the bed squeak beneath your bodies.
Loki looked up at you unwaveringly, his gaze a mixture of lust and adoration. His hands touched every part of you that he could reach, needing to feel your body move as you took your pleasure from him. “Good girl, that’s it. Give yourself over to ecstasy.” 
Your legs shook with the strain of the position. You huffed and sat back, trying to rest your poor legs but Loki had a different idea. His palm clapped loudly against the fat of your ass. “Keep bouncing like my good little bunny.” He growled through clenched teeth. You shivered at the power in his voice, biting down on your lip as you lifted yourself up once more.
You whimpered, the knot in your lower stomach steadily drawing tighter. Your thrusts down grew sloppier the tighter the knot became yet Loki didn’t relent his determination to have you ride him. “Please Loki.” You begged, tears gathering in your eyes as your orgasm seemed so close and yet so far.
Loki clicked his tongue as if he were annoyed but the delighted sparkle in his eye and the way his cock throbbed from deep within you said otherwise. “Is that right? Does my bunny need her god to make her cum? She’s too soft to do it herself?” You whined and ground your hips down, making Loki’s smirk broaden. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ll take care of you.”
His hands clamped down onto your hips and suddenly all the pressure was taken away from your knees. Your eyes went wide but before you could ask what he was doing, Loki lifted his hips from the mattress and thrust up into you with such power that you felt the air get forced from your lungs. “Did so good for me, bunny, so so well. You should be rewarded.” Your head lolled with each punch upwards, your stomach tensing as he bashed against the bundle of nerves inside you.
“Loki.” You weakly attempted to call out but he silenced you with a cold thumb connecting to your clit. You hiccuped as the pleasure mounted.
“Cum for me. Do it now!” He buried himself to the hilt, pulling your soft body completely against him. You shattered around him, your vision whiting out as Loki growled in your ear, emptying himself into your cunt. 
You slumped against your boyfriend and Loki laughed breathlessly, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “See, I told you there was nothing to be scared of.” Your sleepy smile made him cuddle you closer, exhaustion falling over you both like a thick blanket.
“I guess you were.” You muttered.
And as your eyelids fluttered shut, Loki whispered. “That’s it.”
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platinumrosetail · 2 months
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Okay so could I request Adam, Poseidon, Loki and Shiva with a mischievous god reader that acts like the Cheshire cat he basically has his disappearing power thingy?
Also if you're fine with it can you make him a cat-human hybrid?
Sure! The Cheshire Cat is my favorite from Alice and wonderland! Though it’s been a while since I last seen Alice in wonderland so some things might be wrong so I’m sorry for that but I’ll try my best to make it as in character as possible.
Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.
Characters: Adam, Poseidon, Loki, shiva.
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Adam:
You were a cat like god with a mischievous personality almost like Loki but less destructive and more in a fun pranking way as well as giving out riddles for fun to confuse your guest when they show up.
So it wasn’t a shock that you decided to play a playful little prank on the father of humanity though what you didn’t know was that he saw this coming, he copied your disappearing ability and teleported behind you spooking you in the process.
You of course was shocked at first before a big grin appeared on your face, amused at how the tables had turned on your little failed attempt of a prank on the father of humanity.
That was how both of you met, you two spend some time together afterwards though it’s usually you the one talking, whether it be about pranks and how they went or possible riddles to give to others you also give some to Adam but it’s more the ones that he can solve a bit easier instead of left confused on what you mean when you give riddles to other.
You usually lay on his lap when you’re not busy pranking or doing something else that requires your attention.
he pets your head and give little scratches behind your ears making you purr at the nice feeling.
Adam finds it cute that you’re cat like and has fun seeing how cat like you were with the help of inventions his children has created for cats to use and play with, you noticed it and decided to humor him though you soon came to found out that the cat toys are very fun to play with which made you like humans more for creating them, that made Adam proud of his children more than before especially on how it made your cute and docile as well as more tamed and not planking anybody as much.
Poseidon:
You had pulled a pranked Poseidon that ended with him covered in in mud and chicken feathers, you quickly put the blame on Loki, thankfully you can disappear and tun invisible and escape out of trouble but unfortunately for Loki he now has the wrath of the god of the sea trying to skewer him with his trident as he was the closest when it happened and it doesn’t help that he has a bad reputation when it comes to pranks more so than you do.
You like to hang around Poseidon even though many suggest you shouldn’t as he would kill your soon enough but you always declined that with a riddle like answer.
You mostly appeared in your vat form that you have as he actually gives your pets and scratches while in that form.
You mostly nap in that form on Poseidon’s lap but when you’re in your more human form you begin to tease him.
Poseidon didn’t want to admit to it but he found you cute especially your full cat form which was half why you weren’t a corpse yet.
Poseidon usually make empty threats which you would laugh at as you knew that he loved you too much to do that though he did say that was your words and not his which you also knew was false.
You lightly prank him and surprisingly enough he does prank about which in turn makes you tease him some more after that, you just hope it’s not revealed that you were the one that pranked him instead of Loki as you knew that would get you in so much trouble with Poseidon, what you didn’t know was that he already knew.
Loki:
You and Loki are both very similar though only you give out riddles to prank people along with prancing people the normal; as normal as a god’s prank can get, way.
You and him both prank as many gods as you can without getting into too much trouble for it but there are some instance where either one of your or both of you get in trouble;le by one of the older gods; mostly being Odin, though Loki surprisingly tries to take the blame for you even though you never asked him to.
Both of you try to get the other out of trouble if one of you get caught and punished; which usually is basically a timeout, and so the other makes a plan to help break the other out of timeout, sometimes leading both of you getting timeout for longer than before if the one helping the other escape get caught in the act of trying to break the other out.
You like to go in your cat form and have Loki scratch and pet you, sometimes he’ll even turn himself into a cat along with you for fun and so he can see what it’s like to be a cat as well.
You sometimes give riddles for Loki to solve for fun, you give him hard ones as it’s fun seeing him. Frustrated after still not getting the right answer to the riddle which sometimes is a very common answer to the riddle, you also say no to the answer he gives even though it’s right and later revealing that he had got the answer right after all.
That leads you to being playfully chased by Loki who wants to give payback for that but he can hardly catch what with your ability to disappear and teleport.
Shiva:
You met him through Rudra who wanted you to meet his childhood friend shiva and shiva to meet his new friend that he met while traveling.
You interested him what with your powers of disappearing and reappearing with a big grin and your cat like features.
You like to prank him which results in a prank war with all three of you as well as other gods as well.
What with him having two pairs of arms make it soon becomes a paradise of pets when you’re in your full cat form as he has multiple hands to get at all of your favorite spots to scratch and pet at the same time.
You give him riddles all the time as he gets frustrated with what the answer could be if he gets it wrong.
You like to watch him do his dances and relax, sometimes rudra likes to come and join to relax and dance with shiva.
Shiva would join you when you take naps whether you’re in your cat form or human form, but you always find yourself cuddling next to him when you wake up close to him.
(A/n: hope y’all liked it! I don’t think i have anything else top say so hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)
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the calm before the storm
pairing: Loki x f!reader
summary: you support Loki when he needs you the most
warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of fingering, oral sex by male on female, just more honestly fluff. This is less dark than the others. So yup. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
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You were servant for the royal family of Asgard. You had spent your entire childhood in the palace. Even if you were a servant for the palace, it felt like home to you.
But, there was one person who became your home. Loki. Yup, the god of mischief. He treated you as equal and never looked down at you. You were his servant. Loki took you everywhere with him. You were literally only his.
When Thor was sent to Midgard, Loki took you to Midgard with him so you could assist him.
After lying to Thor and failing to lift Mjolnir, he left and went to a small motel in New Mexico, unable to bear everything. He was disappointed in his own self. He was quiet as you both entered the motel room. You knew better than to disturb the god.
While, you were in the washroom tiding yourself, Loki let out a frustrated yell. You immediately rushed out and saw the scene in front of you. Loki was looking out the windows with his fist clenched.
He was trying to get rid of his angry and frustration but no avail. He was throwing things around the motel room. He looked down at a glass and threw it. It hit a wall and shattered. The sound made him more angry. He picked up a chair and threw it. It hit a wall and also shattered. He was destroying everything in the room.
You knew you had to stop him before he took any drastic action. You slowly walked over to him, carefully so he won’t get more angry. He heard your footsteps.
He stopped and noticed you. He was still angry and furious. He looked into your eyes. He didn’t do anything at first. His eyes were still on fire with anger. He wanted to lash out. Then all of a sudden he stopped. His anger evaporated as he looked at your face. He was transfixed by it. It was as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. All the anger and frustration seemed to fade as he looked into your eyes.
“Loki?” You softly said as you looked at him so worried and concerned for him. You could see his external wall slowly crumbling down.
He kept staring at you blankly but with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t express himself, he looked at the ground in frustration. You softly went over to him and got closer.
“hey..hey it’s okay” You softly touched his cheek making him look at you. At first he flinched, not expecting your touch but slowly he melted into your touch.
He looked at you and your gentle touch. His anger melted away. His face turned soft and gentle. A look of peace crossed his face. He put his hands around you in a soft embrace. His eyes were tender and warm as he looked into you. It seemed like all his pain and suffering had washed away. He felt safe and protected by you.
“It’s alright. It’s okay. I’m here now. You are safe.” You kept whispering comforting words to him. You just wanted him to feel safe.
He held you close to him. He took deep breaths. His hand ran through your hair. He looked into your eyes and his voice was soft. He felt relieved and comforted. His anger had vanished. His heart was calm. He wanted to stay close to you. He wanted to feel you inside and out. He wanted to feel safe. His body relaxed. He didn't want to let go.
You could feel how delicately his hands wrapped around you waist and squeezed it. He needed you. He needed to make you his. He has forgotten all his worries. His only mission now was you.
Loki looked at you. He was still holding you. His eyes had a mischievous glint to them. His voice was sultry and seductive.
*He pulls you towards him. His hands wrap around your waist. He gets close to you. Your breath turns shallow and rapid. Your body grows warm. You feel his power. He pulls you closer. Your heads touch. Your hands meet. Your lips touch. Your bodies press against each other. The power flows through you. You feel his strength. He fills you with desire. You want him. Your body responds. You moan softly as you could feel his cold lips softly press on your warm ones.
His hands easily went under your dress, touching you curves with ease. You could feel him cup one of your breasts softly as he whispers possessively “mine..”
He starts kissing your neck, biting softly making you moan and whimper for his touch. He lifts up your dress and kisses your breasts softly.
“tell me that you are mine.” He orders whispering. You knew he needed this. “I’m all yours.” You whisper breathlessly cause how warm your body felt for him.
He laid you down on the small bed as he then start kissing down your hips. He smirked as he saw your lacy lingerie for him. He was more proud seeing how wet it was for him.
He pulled the lingerie down and was immediately mesmerised by the view in front of him. Your pussy was dripping in wetness for him. He took his index fingers and moved it over your pussy making you whimper softly.
“Loki..” you begged so miserably. “It’s okay.. I will take good care of you love.” He responds as you feel his tongue in your clit. You could feel how he softly sucked on it before pushing his index fingers slowly in your wet cunt.
He groaned softly feeling how tightly your cunt wrapped his finger. He started moving his finger with ease before putting another in. You could feel his fingers curl each time it entered you. It hit the right spot as his tongue lapped at your clit.
You were at Loki’s mercy. All you could do was moan his name. “Oh god..” you moaned as he put another finger inside, he tutted you and said “I’m your god love, always and forever.”
You could feel his fingers pace up fast. You were desperate for a release now. He started roughly rubbing his thumb on your clit that you were sure it would be swollen now. His fingers thrusted into your hard. Loki moved up as his fingers continued his assault and kisses you aggressively yet passionately.
You could feel the wetness in his lips. “cum for me love, cum.” His words were an order for you. You felt yourself cum so hard on his fingers but the fingers didn’t stop. His fingers slowly helped you ride out the high.
He slowly removed his fingers and looked at them. They were dripping in your wetness as you looked at him blissfully. He sucked on his fingers and groaned softly. “so fucking sweet for me..”
You could see the bulge in his pants, you wanted to help him down. You got on your knees for him but he stopped you saying. “No my love, this night is for you.”
“And now,” He softly pulled out his throbbing cock for you and his voice turns dark and sensual as he leans in closer.
"Let me fill that hole in you, y/n." He lets out a soft chuckle. "A hole only I fit into.”
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a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I wrote this one faster compared to the others. So just comment or tell me how it was. DM’s always open. So yeah. If you guys liked it, tell me I will write a part two.
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As part of your 1k celebrations I would like to submit the following prompt for consideration 😁♥️ feel free to bend it to your will.
Your colleague Loki finds himself in your rooms at Stark Tower for (fairly) innocent reasons.
You arrive back unexpectedly. He hides, at first.
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Fairly Innocent
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A/N: I apologize, with my whole heart, that it has taken me this long to finish this request. So long, that I have reached a new milestone since this request was made. But I hope you enjoy it. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Explicit. Smut, hand job, oral (female receiving), slight DOM vibes, voyeurism, shower scene, mention of 'toys'. Happy ending. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
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Your room was dark and cold. The curtains were shut leaving a small sliver of light shining from the cityscape outside. There was a stillness in the air from being untouched the last two weeks. “Now, where did she put you?” Loki hummed while looking around your room. He wandered in, using the access code you had given him. His prying eyes scanned and noted how orderly you left your room. And even after some time away, the room still smelled like you. Like citrus blooms on a winter morning.
Loki lent you some practice daggers a while ago and was keen to get them back. They were dull and lightweight. Perfect for beginner enthusiasts like the Widow, who wanted to add a new skill to her ledger. Whom Loki had promised to train, alongside you, in Asgardian combat.
Loki rummaged through your bookshelves, thinking you might have stashed them along with your books and souvenirs from your travels. He knew you loved to read. Your voracious appetite for mysteries and novels rivaled his own. He noted Robert Frost and Agatha Christie situated alongside the many romance novels.
Peculiar, he thought. He’d never known you to be interested in such fiction. You two had always discussed classic literature or Asgardian poetry. A Cheshire grin appeared on his face as he took a book with brightly colored Post-it notes sticking out of the top pages. He opened the paperback to a dog-eared page that was clearly read and reread extensively.
Lucy moaned as Cade’s fingers dipped inside her wet pussy. Trills of pleasure ran up her spine, making her unable to stand any longer. He gently stroked her as he whispered on her neck, “Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”
Loki shut the book closed with wide eyes and a wider grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Who knew that the Avenger’s little darling liked to read smut?!” He said to himself looking at the volumes of romance books you had. He was quite impressed by your ability to surprise him. He thought he had you figured out. He might have to tease you about this when you return from your mission.
Loki searched your closet next, but he couldn’t find the daggers. He combed through hangers of clothing and shelves of shoe boxes till he stumbled upon several silk bags with rope tie enclosures. One bag had the length and shape of the daggers he was searching for. How sweet of her to care for the daggers and stash them in a silk purse. Loki opened the bag and reached in but was again surprised at what he found.
He pulled out a black, patent leather collar with a gold buckle. Glistening under the bright closet light, was a heart-shaped tag, hanging from the center. The name ‘Darling’ was inscribed in cursive. Stunned, Loki looked inside the sateen bag and pulled out what he mistook for his daggers- a short, riding crop that matched the patent leather of the collar. Hanging from the handle was a gold chain that had a tag etched, ‘Darling’s Master.’
An intrusive fantasy came unbidden in his mind. It was of you on all fours, with the collar adorning your neck and him standing behind you rubbing the tip of the crop against your dripping heat. “What other deliciousness are you hiding, my dear?” he whispered as he stowed the collar and whip and reached for another silk purse. Every bag he opened had a different set of negligees. Each one was more lascivious than the last.
The smile on his lips got darker as his body started responding to the different scenarios playing in his head. Each scene- novel and unique, to the set of lingerie he opened. More than once, he had to stop himself from reaching inside and rubbing the fine lace between his fingers. “Nope! No,” he chided himself. “Focus. I’m here for the daggers.” Loki took one last look and walked away before he could swipe one of your lace panties and put it in his back pocket like some pervert. “Daggers. Daggers…where are you daggers…”
He couldn’t stop smiling at the revelation he found. Memories of his last interaction with you played in his head under a new context. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. Truth be told, he did always find you attractive. But he never once pursued it thinking it wouldn’t be favored by you, or any of the team. You didn’t get the title “The Avenger’s Little Darling” for nothing. You were beloved by all. And he was the untrustworthy, extra baggage that the team had to deal with so they could have Thor on their side.
He knew he couldn’t have you.
One last place he looked was your bedside table. If it’s not here, she must have taken them with her. Opening the drawer, Loki shouldn’t have been surprised at what he found, but he felt an exhilarating chill crawl throughout his body, nonetheless. A vibrator. A large, blue, silicone toy that was tapered at the end, was resting neatly inside. You naughty little minx.
Loki couldn’t help the state of arousal he was in. He stood up and stared at your toy, his fingers running puzzled against his lips. He imagined you spread on your bed, lost in the throes of your passion. What do you think about when you have your toy tucked inside your wet cunt? Who’s name do you moan when you’re at the edge of your climax about to fall? And how can he conspire to make sure you think of him?
Surprised, Loki looked up as he heard the keypad of your door unlocking. In a senseless rush, he closed your drawer and cloaked himself invisible. He didn’t want anyone to find him snooping around your belongings. He stood still as he blended with the shadows of your room.
He shouldn’t have hid. You did give him the access code to your room. You trusted him enough to be in here. But there was something so intimate about the things he found. He felt exposed and guilty. Loki didn’t want anyone to think of him being nefarious with you.
A small sigh of relief flooded him when he realized it was you, back from your assignment. He opened his mouth to speak and announce his presence, but he couldn’t. So many questions rushed through his mind. He wanted to ask all of them! Yet, he was struck immovable by your presence.
Had you always been so lovely? Had your eyes always been that bright and alluring? Your smile, an invitation for his lips?
Were his discoveries about you finally shedding light as to who you might be, underneath the perfect façade you seem to have cultivated for yourself? Everything he found was, he swore to the gods, erotic and arousing. But it was the fact that you surprised him that made his level of attraction to you grow.
You walked in with a heavy sigh, setting your duffel bag down on your bed and your boots onto the floor. You didn’t bother turning on your lights, as you zipped your body suit down and peeled off your armor. A rather tame set of black lace underwear shaped your body. Your exposed skin turned a rich shade in the darkness of your room.
Loki noted some bruises and scars peppering your body. The fresh welts were colored green and blue indicating they were recent and most likely acquired from your latest mission. You massaged your neck and rolled your shoulders trying to ease the ache settling into your bones.
Loki watched as you made your way, routinely, to your en suite and turned on the lights. A loud rush of water from the shower rumbled through, disturbing the silence that had enveloped you both. It took his entire strength as a god to keep standing where he was and not follow you to watch.
New fantasies came unbidden in his mind of you naked and wet in the shower. I need to leave. I need to depart before I do something that both of us would regret.  He waited till he heard you close your shower door. The water made loud splashes as it hit against different curves of your body.
A few more minutes and Loki found he could move again. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and made his way to your door. He would’ve continued if it weren’t for your small sighs. Soft moans and whimpers traveled to his god-like hearing. She’s touching herself?!
Loki balled his fist to elicit pain. His fingernails dug deep into the pad of his palms, trying to overcome the overwhelming state of arousal he was in.
“…Loki…”
He stopped and nearly fell to his knees. You said his name! The honeyed tones of your moans dripped over him. Coating his entire body in primal need until it reached his cock and hardened.
He couldn’t leave now. He wouldn’t. He turned on his heel and slowly lifted his cloak, risking everything by pushing the door slightly more open.
Loki licked his lips at the sight of you lost in your orgasm. Your head was thrown back as water trickled down your body. The droplets guiding his eyes down…
…down…
…to where your fingers played with your aching cunt. Your hands explored your curves. Every dip. Every hollow. Every scrumptious mound that he wanted to devour himself.
He stood at your en suite door, his arms holding the frame above his head. He didn’t trust himself to come closer to you. Not until you allowed it. Not until you saw how his eyes became ravenous at the sight of you touching yourself to thoughts of him.
“Loki!? What the hell are you doing?” you screamed out, startled. His eyes traveled back up to yours as you finally acknowledged his presence. Your body turned flush from the heat of the water and the embarrassing situation you found yourself in.
Loki freed himself from your door and tried to answer. Nothing came out but a quivering breath and a small growl of desire. His eyes narrowed and he bit his lip. He took a step forward and closed your bathroom door behind him making your heart drop.  He slowly made his way to you. Sluggish feet carrying him across your tiled floors. “Don’t stop on my account, Darling.”
“Why are you here?” you demanded.
“I heard you call out my name. And I am nothing if not a benevolent god who answers your prayers.” It was as if a switch was turned on and Loki couldn’t stop until he had you.
He watched you back into the tile of your shower. You looked like a caged animal put there for his viewing pleasure. “Why are you here?!” you repeated. It’s too late to be demure. He’s seen everything.
“I came looking for the daggers I lent you. I looked everywhere in your room. I couldn't find them.” Loki’s voice was deep but clear. You could hear the dangerous desire in his tone as he reached for the door to your shower. On instinct, you reached for the handle, stopping him from opening it.
The chase became real. He had to have you. The last hour he spent combing through your suggestive belongings had built a naughty little version of you in his head. Like a puzzle. It was the most erotically charged moment he’d ever spent. And now? Now, you were denying him!
“Last chance, Darling. If you want me to leave now, say so,” he said with a smile. “But I promise you this. I won’t stop till I have you.” His breath steamed the glass doors. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you looked into his dark eyes.
You let go of the handle and stepped back. Loki opened the door slowly, anticipation building up and pooling in between your thighs. “Good girl.”
Loki walked into your shower, still clothed. The scalding water penetrated through his white cotton shirt making it translucent under the spray. You could trace the lines of his muscle underneath.  His hair became slick and affixed itself against his face. He towered over you, as he leaned over with one arm against the shower wall.
Fuck!
He lowered his face. His nose brushed against the tip of yours and you could taste his breath against your lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked looking deep into your eyes. “And remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”
You quivered at his voice. You looked down embarrassed. “No, no. Look at me.” He said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. He kept his fingers on your face, gently stroking your jaw.
“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. Your voice was so small. You felt so fragile in his hands.
“Go on, sweet thing. What prayer can your god answer for you tonight?” he encouraged. You were mesmerized by his stare. His voice lulled you to a sense of heat and longing.
“I pictured…touching you,” you started. “I fantasized about your body holding mine.” Loki licked his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed against your mouth. It tingled and the sensation moved throughout your body, awakening every cell within it.
“Like this?” he asked, grabbing your hand gently and placing it underneath his soaked shirt. He guided your hand up his torso and held it there. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he guided you over his stiff nipple and then down his lean abs.
Loki didn’t take his eyes off you once. He watched how your eyes widened at his boldness. How your lips parted when you finally touched him. How your whole body moved just a fraction closer to him, capturing him in a lust-filled haze of his own.
He continued steering your hand down his body, past the hem of his pants to his aching bulge. He was big. And hard. You couldn’t imagine what he would look like, what he would feel like, once he took it out. He kept your hand on his cock, driving your hand up and down. “Keep your hand on me,” he instructed. The steam from the shower did little to prevent the shiver that ran down your spine. Nor did it hide the wetness that was now dripping from you.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. His mouth incased your lips in an uncontrollable kiss. He weaved his deft fingers into your wet hair, pulling your head back to kiss you at a deeper angle.  He inhaled deeply, smelling the clean scent of your soap and shampoo.
He groaned into your mouth when he felt your hand reach inside his pants and squeeze him tightly. Loki’s eyes rolled back as you expertly palmed his stiff cock. You felt the veins pulsing in your fingertips as you pumped his dick mercilessly. He leaned over you, caging you between the wall and his eager body.
“Don’t stop, Darling,” he whimpered in your ear. “Don’t stop.” Loki bucked his hips into your hands. He captured your lips one last time before he moaned your name, releasing the pent-up arousal he’d been holding in. He fell apart in your hands, and you continued till you milked every last drop from him.
Before the water could wash away your efforts, you licked off two of your fingers, tasting his offerings. “There she is,” he said with a devilish grin. He was waiting for the real you to come forth. You seemed so demure and shy at the beginning. Nothing at all like what he found out you were. The one who reads erotic novels over and over again. The one who hides their toy on the bedside table, ready to go. The one who has a patent leather collar with their pet name etched into it.
Loki growled at the memory. He will see you in that collar. He’ll make sure of it. “But for now, I want a taste,” he said to himself. Loki started with your mouth, sampling himself in your kiss. You winced slightly when he reached for your waist. Reacting from a sensitive bruise that you acquired from your mission.
“Do you think your body can handle a couple more bruises from me, Darling?” he asked earnestly. You swallowed thickly and nodded. Loki proceeded to grab your hips and hold you in place, while his mouth eagerly marked your neck. He continued down to the base of your throat as he knelt in front of you. He captured your breasts with his tongue, paying them each attention. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gathering the white cotton in your hands as you fisted it.
When he reached your stomach, he was gentle and sweet. His hands secured your waist, pushing you slightly higher. “Wrap your leg around me,” he directed. You obeyed and placed your left leg on his shoulder.
Drips of water still fell from the shower. Loki licked and slurped each drop that fell onto your thighs. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe on your warm cunt. “Fuck…Loki,” you screamed when he latched onto your nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at you and watched you as you threw your head back, your ecstasy showing through.
“Did you like that, Darling?”
“Mmyes,” you whined. “God, yes!”
Loki repeated his actions, holding onto your thigh, as he savored your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Your knees were weakening, and you had nothing to hold onto as your hands slipped against the tile of your shower wall. “Loki, please,” you panted.
“I need to be inside you,” he moaned. The sooner he can make you cum in here, the sooner he can properly bed you on top of your sheets. He looked deep into your eyes and you almost didn’t recognize him. Hunger and desperation were hanging on his brows. The sight of him in between your legs, the feel of his lips latching onto your folds, the weight of his fingers thrusting inside you. It was all-encompassing and all too consuming.
“Oh, God! Loki!” you screamed as he inserted another finger. You laced your hand through his drenched hair, pulling every time his tongue flicked your nub. “Please, I need you inside me too. I need…” your breathing came in harsher. The steam almost suffocating you as you come closer and closer to that edge, waiting to fall.
“Don’t fight it, Darling. Let go for me,” Loki quoted your book, making you clench around his fingers. One last thrust into you and you screamed your release. Loki lapped up your swollen pussy with a greedy smile, making you shudder.
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Hours later, you and Loki were lying on the floor of your room. Blankets and pillows surround you while your legs and arms tangle with each other, holding each other tightly. You were running your finger up and down his chest as he read aloud a passage from one of your “smutty romance books,” as he called them.  
His voice was magnetic and hypnotizing. Every word he said came to life inside your head. “Hmm, we might have to re-enact this one,” he teased after he finished a scene.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear the last word you said. It just came out. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. From bending to his will and wanting to please him.
“I was curious about something,” he grinned, biting his lip. “Which I hope you can enlighten me...”
“Yes?”
“When I was looking for the daggers, I came across this.” He conjured up your patent leather collar and held it up against the dim light. He next conjured up the matching riding crop and showed you the tag that was hanging from the handle. “Who was your master?” Loki asked, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer. “Why do you have this and not them?”
“I never had one,” you admitted sheepishly. “I bought that in hopes of using it one day. But we never worked out.”
“I see,” he said with a devious smirk.
“It was so pretty. I couldn’t just get rid of it.”
“Sit up. Hold your hair, while I put this on you.” You obeyed his instructions. A pool of desire is already forming in between your legs as he tightens the collar around your neck. The heart-shaped tag, ‘Darling’ felt heavy and cold as he placed it neatly on the base of your throat.
Loki wiped his thumb over the tag of the whip. Newly etched, in bold letters, was his name instead. “Well, it’s mine now, darling,” he grinned as he tested the switch on his hand. The sharp thwack stung his palm. Your heart started beating quicker.
“On your knees,” he growled.
“Yes, sir.”
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Desire’s Last Defense
Fandom: The Avengers/MCU
Relationship: Loki/Fem!Reader
Words: 4,063
Summary: When Loki gifted you a new flower to research, neither of you knew what to expect. 
Notes: IT’S SEX POLLEN TIME! Consent is discussed at length, but if it makes you uncomfy please skip it! Thanks @mollygetssherlockcoffee for beta-reading and convincing me not to scrap the whole thing!
By Hook or By Crook Masterlist
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(Additional Note: The actress in the gif does not reflect the appearance of the reader in this story. The gif just fit the best. I do try to keep my reader-inserts as neutral as possible, and I am open to criticism on that front!)
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Loki stopped caring what others thought of him long ago. So when Thor and his friends poked fun at him for stopping by a flowering field, it did not irk him as it once would. They were fools and could not understand the all-consuming love that drove his actions. 
He almost felt sorry for them. 
He looked through the field and was disappointed to find that most of the plants were familiar to him. Wild herbs that you already cultivated, flowers you had books full of pressings of. He was about ready to admit defeat when something new caught his eye. 
He kneeled down to better examine the strange plant. At first glance, he knew that it wasn’t one that you already possessed. He was certain he would have recognized it. The blood-red leaves stood out from the main stalk in jagged, alternating tiers. Since the flower had not yet bloomed, he could not be sure of the color of the petals. But the outside of the bud had a dark grey hue. 
He took out one of his smaller knives and carefully positioned it the way you taught him. He could not simply pluck the flower from the ground, nor could he uproot it. You had made it very clear to him that under no circumstances would you accept a gift that had been stolen from the ground. It was paramount that he leave enough behind to promote new growth.
He had kissed your forehead and promised to abide by your rules. 
He cut through the stem at an angle before holding the bud up to his eye for closer inspection. 
“Are you quite finished gardening?” Fandral asked, a mocking lilt to his voice. “Some of us would like to get home.” 
Loki rolled his eyes and used his magic to hide the plant in a safe space until he could gift it to you. He could not wait to see the look on your face when he presented you with this latest find. 
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As he hoped, you had been overjoyed with the newest addition to your collection. You inspected the leaves and ran your finger along the bud, hypothesizing what it would look like when it fully matured. 
You fussed over the sprout for days. If you weren’t trying to identify the plant, you were trying different soil mixtures and moisture ratios. If Loki were being honest, he felt a little neglected.
By the fourth day, he grew tired of being jealous of a flower and approached you on the balcony. You did not acknowledge his presence as you checked the moisture level of the soil, but he knew that you heard him coming. Only when he was standing right behind you did you turn your head to him. 
“How much sun do you think it got in a day, Loki?” you asked him with a frown. Despite your best efforts, the plant was withering. Most plants went into shock when you transplanted them into a new pot, but this one looked to be on death’s door. 
Loki sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m not sure, love. I found it amongst a field of wildflowers,” he told you once again. “Any luck identifying it?” 
You shook your head as you leaned back against his chest. “Not yet. It’s difficult when I don’t know what it looks like in bloom.” 
“Then, I think that you must be patient,” he said and he leaned down to brush his lips along your neck. 
You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off. “I hate being patient.”
“I know,” he replied, his arms tightening to keep you flush against him. “But I bet I can think of a way to distract you.” 
You whined softly, tilting your head back as he lightly bit at the sensitive skin behind your ear. “You’re not playing fair.” 
“Since when do I play fair?” his voice rumbled, and you could feel his smirk against your skin. 
As he dragged you back inside, the two of you missed the way the bud filled out and opened the tiniest amount. 
~*~*~*~*~
As you awoke, you reached out across the bed. You frowned as you found only empty space. You opened your eyes and noticed a folded piece of paper on Loki’s pillow. You leaned on one arm as you opened the note, taking in the handwriting you knew better than your own. 
Thor requires my assistance on Midgard. Be back late tonight. 
-Your humble servant
He hadn't signed it. He never signed them. He didn’t need to.
You sighed as you tossed the note aside, thinking about all the things you could do with your day. Given your status as Loki’s paramour, there was not much that you were required to do. However, you preferred to keep busy. You decided to go into the city. There were a few things at the market you wanted and it had been a while since you visited your parents last. You did technically live with them, after all. 
You rose from the bed and started your day. You took your time washing and getting dressed, choosing one of your more practical outfits. It rattled your father when you wore the finery that Loki dressed you in.
Before getting ready to leave, you stepped out onto the balcony. You began watering your plants when you turned to your newest plant. You gasped in surprise when you noticed the dark grey bud had opened, revealing vibrant orange petals. 
As you leaned in closer to get a better look, the flower closed a little in response. 
“How strange-” you started to say, but suddenly a puff of air came from the blossom, and black pollen coated your face. You coughed and cringed from the earthy taste on your tongue. You wiped your face off on a rag before addressing the flower. “No need to be rude.” 
You picked the plant up and brought it inside, placing it on Loki’s desk. Your plans to leave the palace were long forgotten as you went to retrieve one of your many botany books. Now that you knew what the plant looked like in bloom, it would be much easier to identify it. 
As you thumbed through the pages of your largest book, you began to feel warm. You unlaced part of your dress, reveling in the momentary relief it brought you. You were surprised by how unseasonably hot it was for early spring. 
The words began to swim before you on the page, and you struggled to focus. You heard the door open as you finally landed on a page titled “Desire’s Last Defense”. On the page was an illustration that perfectly matched the flower before you.
“Lady Y/N,” Aslaug, one of the palace maids greeted you. Being assigned to Loki’s chambers she had grown used to your presence. Unlike some of her older counterparts, she never batted an eyelash at your relationship with Loki. It made you almost fond of the girl. “Is everything alright?” 
“I am fine,” you replied as you fanned yourself. “Just surprised by the heat.” 
“That's peculiar.” She carefully set down the laundry and stepped closer, a concerned frown etched into her gorgeous features. “It is not overly warm in here.” Her perceptive, green eyes observed you for a moment before she lifted one hand to feel your forehead. 
Your eyes closed in pleasure at the simple touch. Her hand against your skin felt soothing. You barely resisted the urge to lean into her.
“You’re burning up,” she hummed as her hand moved down to feel your neck. “Perhaps you should go back to bed.” 
You grabbed her wrist tight with every intention of pulling her closer. Pulling her down into your lap and-
“Y/N?” she asked, the slight quake in her voice exposed her trepidation, and brought you back to your senses. Long had you known you were attracted to women as well as men, but you never desired anyone the way you did Loki. Even with her sharp features and calculating eyes, Aslaug was no substitute for Loki. Those thoughts and urges confused you. 
Worse still, they aroused you. 
Something was deeply wrong. 
You released her wrist immediately, clearing your throat. “You’re right.” You closed the book in front of you and hugged it to your chest. “I’ll just continue my reading in bed. Thank you.” She turned and walked to the doors that would lead back to Loki’s sleeping chambers.
Aslaug frowned again. “Should I call for a healer?” 
“Absolutely not!” you cried before closing the door behind you and turning the lock.
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Loki sighed as he returned to the palace. Another day of doing glorified magic tricks and helping his brother gain favor amongst the Midgardians. How they worshiped him and fell at his feet. Meanwhile, Loki made sure he lived up to his role as a trickster god. 
He walked down the corridor, eager to climb into bed with you. Perhaps if he was lucky, you were still awake and waiting for him. He grinned at the thought. 
“Your highness!” A voice broke him from his thoughts. 
Loki looked towards the voice and found Aslaug. One of his maids you had taken a liking to. It was your affection for her alone that made him watch his tone as he addressed the poor girl. 
“What is it?” That was as polite as he could muster when she was standing between him and returning to you. 
“It’s Lady Y/N,” she explained. “She’s ill.” 
Loki paused before turning towards Aslaug. “What? Have you called for a healer?” 
She shook her head. “She told me not to,” she explained. “But she felt feverish and was acting very strange. Then she locked herself away in your bedroom and has not come out since.” 
Loki inhaled slowly through his nose as he reminded himself that she was just doing her job. He had given his servants strict orders to obey you completely, and infuriatingly so that included when you told them not to fetch a healer. 
“I will look after her,” Loki managed between gritted teeth. “Thank you for alerting me.” 
Without another word he turned and stalked down the hall, his pace quicker than it was before. 
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By the time he made it back to his apartments, Loki’s mind had gone wild. How sick were you? How bad could you have gotten in the almost twelve hours he was gone. With a quick glance around the room, Loki confirmed that you were not there and continued towards his bed-chamber. 
True to Aslaug’s word, he found the door locked. 
“Go away,” you moaned pitifully from the other side of the door. 
Loki winced before leaning in. “Let me in.” He knew he could just open the door with his magic but he wanted your permission first. 
“Loki?” you asked, your voice barely discernible through the thick door. 
“Yes, darling,” he exhaled. “Please let me in.” 
There was a moment of silence before he heard the lock click. Loki sighed in relief and reached for the door, only to find it already open and your hand grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the dark room. 
His back slammed against the closed door as you kissed him hungrily. Perhaps you were not feeling so sick after all, he mused. Your hands ran along his chest, your fingers desperately working at his leathers. You managed to get his tunic off before he pulled away, making you whimper. With a grin, Loki opened his eyes to take you in. His smile fell as he took in your appearance. 
You were naked, which was always a positive in Loki’s book. But, there was a sheen of sweat that covered your skin. Your eyes were clouded over, with your pupils blown wide and unfocused. He realized that you were trembling, and reaching out for him. You nearly fell forward and he caught you. 
“Y/N!” he gasped as his hands grasped your upper arms and he felt how hot you were to touch. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and it took everything for him not to recoil. 
You moaned, closing your eyes. "Say my name again." 
"This is serious, we need to get you to a healer right away,” Loki insisted, standing you upright again. He looked around the room for something to cover you with. A robe or something. 
You waved your hand lazily and dismissively. “Don’t need a healer.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Need you.” You kissed him again, the same desperation continued to fuel your actions. 
“Y/N, no,” Loki said firmly, before gently pushing you away from him. “We can’t. Something is wrong. You are clearly sick.” 
At his refusal, some clarity seemed to return to you. “Loki, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to die and it will be your fault.” 
Loki snorted. “You’ve said the same thing before.” 
“No, I-” you huffed in frustration before you made your way towards the bed. Loki followed you, but at a distance. Every cell in your body screamed that he was too far away, but you pushed through it. “That cursed flower you gave me.” 
You grabbed the botany book and flipped it open to the correct page, before shoving the book at him. Loki shot you a confused look before reading the passage aloud. 
“Desire’s Last Defense. An exceedingly rare flower that has many benefits. The roots of the plant can be ground up and made into a salve to relieve pain or increase circulation. The leaves can be boiled into a tea said to grant prophetic dreams. During the single month in which the flower is in full bloom, it is imperative to approach it with caution. This flower got its name from its ability to “spit” its toxic pollen as a method of defense. Victims who ingest this pollen will suffer from increased sexual appetite which may prove fatal if not satiated fast enough-” 
He stopped reading and looked up at you, his eyes wide with panic. “You can’t be serious.” 
You sat on the bed with a groan before glaring at your gorgeous, shirtless lover. “Deadly.”
“How long ago did you-” he asked, looking between the book and you. 
“This morning,” you closed your eyes. You hoped that if you couldn’t see him your desire for him would lessen. Unfortunately, all it did was make you aware of the fact that you could smell him. Parchment, leather, and a hint of smoke. Your mouth was practically watering. 
“Did you try-” 
“It didn’t help.” 
“What about the-” 
“Loki, I tried everything,” you hissed at him. “Well almost. I haven't tried Aslaug yet.” 
Loki glowered as he understood what you meant. He knew you would never stray while in your right mind, but the thought of you with another person was enough to make his blood run cold. 
“You have my consent. You know that as long as I am breathing, you have my consent,” you reasoned with him with the last of your willpower. “Now, if that was your only concern I recommend you hurry up and get over here. Otherwise, I will walk out that door and-” 
Loki pounced before you could finish your threat.
Your hands feverishly tore at the last of his clothes and he kissed and nipped along your neck. Finally, finally, he was giving you what you craved. Your body came to life under his touch.
“You are fucking mine,” he reminded you before sinking his teeth into the junction of your shoulder. The bite was harder than he would normally dare, as the faint metallic taste of your blood reached his tongue. He pulled back in concern, but you seemed oblivious to the pain, moaning and writhing beneath him. 
With an almost apologetic kiss on your shoulder, Loki continued to kiss a path down your body. He just made it to your navel, when your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him back up.
“Don’t need it,” you groaned, before kissing him frantically. You took his hard cock into your hand. 
“Don’t need it?” Loki repeated in an affronted tone. You always seemed to enjoy yourself when he used his tongue on you before, and it was one of Loki’s favorite things to do in all the realms. 
In response, you pressed your hips against his, making him feel how wet and ready you were for him. “Need you.” You lined him up with your soaked core. “Now!”
Loki thrust the rest of the way into you with no more questions, and your eyes rolled back into your head. As you clung to him, Loki knew that this was not the time for teasing. He would not draw this out. 
As he always aspired to do, he would give you exactly what you needed. 
He moved at a brutal pace. Normally, you would wrap your legs around his hips, but you could not manage it. Instead, you kept your legs as open as you could for him. You did not beg, you did not make demands. You just laid beneath him, clutching him and moaning in his ear.
Under normal circumstances, Loki would be worried and would stop to check in with you. However, these were not normal circumstances. Loki was fucking you to ensure you did not die. 
He swallowed his concern and continued to drive into you. 
Everything Loki was doing was simultaneously too much and not enough. Every single touch was heightened, but his touch was the only thing that soothed the fire under your skin. The hours you had spent locked in his room, hoping he would come back soon. You had laid in his bed, surrounded by his scent, and tried to please yourself but it was not enough. As if the pollen in your body knew and refused to find relief by your own hand. 
Quickly, all too quickly you felt your body tighten and contract. The pleasure was already intense, you could not imagine it getting better. Yet your body would not be denied. 
“Loki,” your voice came out as little more than a high-pitched gasp as you pulled on his hair. 
“I know, darling,” Loki murmured in your ear. “It’s alright.” He pulled back enough to look into your eyes. “Come for me.” 
His eyes burned into you as you reached your peak. It’s glorious and world stopping, and everything you had been hoping for since you got hit with the pollen. 
Loki stilled as he felt your cunt squeeze him tight. He had not finished yet, but that did not matter to him. You were his first priority. 
He groaned low in his throat as he watched your face contort in pleasure. “Feeling better, my love?” he asked, caressing your cheek. 
You panted softly, feeling some of the haze leave your mind. However, the heat was still rolling under your skin. You tilted your head back to capture his lips with yours, this kiss more tender than the ones before it. 
Loki grinned against your lips and you continued to kiss him lazily. You rolled him onto his back, and he let you, gripping your hips tightly.
“More,” you murmured, before placing your hand on his chest. You rolled your hips slowly, groaning as the fire in your veins ignited all over again. 
“More?” Loki teased, bucking his hips up into you once. 
You moaned as you threw your head back, rocking your hips again. “Please, Loki…” 
“Go ahead, sweetness. Use me,” he said, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Take what you need.” 
You smirked as you looked down at him. You were a sinful vision, naked and astride him. He was relieved to see alertness in your eyes, alongside a familiar glint of mischief. You were returning to him, slowly. 
“You’re too good to me, my prince.” 
Then you did as he said and took what you needed. 
And then some. 
~*~*~*~*~
When you awoke, your head felt much clearer, and your body felt incredibly sore. You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but the room was still dark with only hints of light dawning from outside. You could not have been asleep for more than an hour.
You turned to face Loki, who looked flushed and completely debauched. A delicious sight that even your aching body couldn’t ignore. Thankfully, it was your normal insatiable lust for him, and no longer a wild, uncontrollable need driven by mysterious plants.
“Have you returned to me, my love?” Loki asked. His head propped up on one hand, and his eyes focused entirely on you. 
“I think so,” you said with a sleepy nod. “I’m utterly drained, but I’m here.” 
Loki let out a sigh of relief until his eyes fell to the bite mark on your shoulder.  It was deeper than his previous markings and he could not help but feel guilty. 
You raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze down. 
A thousand apologies rushed to Loki’s lips, but you giggled before he even start. “Perhaps I went too far to provoke your jealous nature.”
“Does it hurt?” Loki asked, his voice almost hoarse.
You shook your head. “I didn’t even feel it.”
“I can heal it for you,” he offered, even though a darker part of him rejected the notion. In truth, he liked the fact that you carried his mark.
“I will keep it.” You smiled at him teasingly. “How else will Aslaug know that I belong to you?” 
Loki narrowed his eyes, remembering your earlier threat. “Why her?” 
“She was here,” you shrugged. “Plus she has incredible bone structure.” 
Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Well, I am relieving her of her duties.” 
You chuckled and nuzzled yourself against his chest. “If you must.” You knew he wouldn’t actually fire her. She had done nothing wrong, and you would not allow her to be punished. 
You looked up at Loki, only to find him looking down at you. “You can never scare me like that again,” he commanded you. “If anything happened to you I would die.”  
“I’m sorry, my love.” You raised a shaky hand and caressed his cheek.  
He leaned into your touch, turning to kiss your palm. “Also, I’m getting rid of that plant.” 
You sat up in an instant, your body screaming out against the movement. “You will do no such thing.” 
“Darling, it’s too dangerous,” Loki explained with a sigh. As though he knew you would argue with him. “If I had not returned when I did, you could have died. Or worse, sought solace in Aslaug.” Her name fell from his lips as if it tasted sour in his mouth.
You raised your eyebrow at him. “Me fucking Aslaug is worse than me dying?” 
“My point is, that plant is too dangerous to keep around.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to lay back down, curling himself around your back. “Tomorrow, once I can stand again, I will destroy it. End of discussion.” 
Silence fell between you, and Loki let himself close his eyes. Content that the matter was settled, he felt himself giving in to his exhaustion. The siren’s call of sleep beckoned him deeper as his breathing slowed. 
“But what if I-” 
He didn’t open his eyes. “No.” 
“- I’m sure I could-” 
“No.” 
“But think of the-” your sentence cut off with a squeal as Loki pinned you to the bed, your hands trapped under his by your head. His eyes were dark as he glared down at you. 
“For the love of Odin,” he hissed. “This is one issue I will not back down on, so let it go.” 
You looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised by how quickly your body reacted despite your exhaustion. You blinked once and then twice as you felt your heartbeat quicken once more. 
“Are we clear?” he asked, his voice low. Dangerous. 
Any sane person would back down upon hearing that tone. It was one thing to tease a lion from afar, it was another to continue to provoke it when it had you in its clutches. But when it came to Loki, you were anything but sane. 
“I just think that-” 
With a growl he cut you off, forcing his lips onto yours once more. 
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Right Where We Belong
Loki x gn!reader
Word count- 3.7k
Dialogue prompt- “ you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasn’t about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you. “ Action prompt-[ SECRET ]: sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver.
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), protective!Loki, mutual pining, harassment, kidnapping, minor character death offscreen, feelings, romantic s.ex, praise, takes place mostly in a woodsy/forest area but I left it open as to where in the world it is, pet names (lovely, darling), no use of y/n
Notes- For my Year of Protectiveness @yearofcreation2023 . I've actually had a rough idea of this story in my head for about a year it just took some time to flesh it out and get it right. For that reason too, there's no series spoilers and is ambiguous as to where it fits on the timeline so you can imagine whenever.
This can be read as a prequel to In My Arms (Over and Over Again) but it can be read on its own. That fic is one of my pride and joys though so I recommend reading it after this one! Enjoy!
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Midgard… Earth. It was the last place Loki ever expected to find himself, let alone willingly. Yet, it was the last place anyone would ever think to look for him. So it’s where he found himself when he wanted to be alone, unbothered by any pressures that surrounded him.
Loki had no idea where on the planet he was, but it didn’t matter. The trees of the forest surrounded him and created a shelter of peace where he would just breathe. The warmth of the sun hit his skin, and the fresh air from the trees filled his lungs. It was refreshing. It was peaceful. It was everything he needed.
But, as he made his way through the forest with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the birds around him, another sound made his eyes shoot open. The roar of a large animal snapped any notion of peace out of Loki’s mind as he found himself nearly face to face with bared, sharp teeth. He wasn’t worried, though, and he smirked as he brandished his dagger in his hand.
Just as Loki was about to attack, however, a voice from behind him made him freeze.
“Wait!”
Loki paused.
The voice continued, “It’s not aggressive, not really,” you were calm as you spoke, “Keep eye contact and back away slowly and it’ll leave you alone. There’s no need to kill it.”
Loki pondered his options. He could easily kill the beast and be done with it. But, there was something about your voice that swayed him, so he did as you instructed. Slowly, he stepped back, putting more distance between himself and the wild animal until it stopped growling and turned away. As it did so, Loki let out a deep breath. 
You also let out a sigh of relief as the tall stranger with black hair got closer to you, “She’s just defending herself,” you explained, “Must be a den or a nest around here somewhere. I bet she just had babies too.”
A smirk lit up Loki’s face, “Would you give that benefit of a doubt to anyone?” he asked as he turned to face you, revealing his face to you.
You gasped as you brought your hands to your face, “You’re…” your body tensed as you clearly recognized who you found in the woods, “Loki…”
“Would you have said the same thing if you knew who I was?” Loki challenged, yet no malice was heard in his voice, “Would you grant me the same courtesy?”
Silence filled the air between the two of you for several moments, the tension palpable. But, you exhaled, releasing the tension in your body as you did so, “I guess I would be a hypocrite if I said no, huh?” you said, trying to ease the tension.
Somehow, it worked, and it made Loki let out a genuine laugh. Something he hadn’t done in so long, and if he had to admit, felt nice. “What is your name?” he asked.
You told him. 
“Lovely,” Loki said genuinely.
It all blossomed from there. You and Loki fell into conversation easily and naturally, as if you had known each other for a lifetime. And the more time you spent in his presence, the more at ease you felt, not that you were scared of him in the first place. Nervous, yes, but Loki had a calming air about him, and something told you it was ok. And Loki, for one reason or another, felt comfortable around you. You had the same calming aura about you that Loki felt drawn to, and he found he actually wanted to stay and talk to you longer.
That never happened with anyone before… Loki wondered why that was. 
Before you knew it, the sun started to set, and you looked up with a gasp, “It’s getting late,” you breathed, “I…” you paused as you stared into Loki’s eyes, “I should go.”
Loki bid you farewell with a nod and watched you leave. And he already decided he was going to keep an eye on you until you were safe. He wasn’t going to let you know, though, and he stayed in the shadows, keeping watch over you from afar. And as he did, he couldn’t help but notice the new feeling in his chest. Sure, Loki had bedded princes and princesses, lords and ladies, and common men and women. But, you… you were different. And he couldn’t help the feeling of fondness towards you.
You seemed to know the path well, and you made your way to the clearing at the edge of the woods in no time. Behind you was the fantasy world, the forest, the place where your life just changed forever. In front of you was the real world, civilization, the daily grind. Taking a deep breath, you took the first step back into reality. 
But, as you started to leave, you suddenly found that you were not alone. A chill ran up your spine as a group of men whistled at you, and closed in on you quickly.
“Hey there sweetheart,” one of them grinned darkly.
You didn’t reply, but your hands shook as you looked around for an escape plan.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” another chimed in, “We just want to talk to you.”
A whimper escaped your lips as you hated the helpless feeling that came over you. But, a growl in the distance called all your attention, and everyone snapped over and saw a shadowy creature. All that was visible were glowing eyes and sharp teeth, but it was enough to scare the men away. You, on the other hand, backed away and tried to make yourself smaller in hopes that whatever it was would chase them, and you let out a heavy breath when you felt a rush of wind past you and heard a roar in the distance where the men ran off to.
You stood still for several moments as you processed what happened. For some time, you didn’t dare move, yet something within said you were safe. There was a familiar feeling around the air, as if you were being watched. Yet, you didn’t feel threatened like with the men who approached you. Looking around, you took one tentative step away from where you stood  in hopes of finding someone, yet you were alone. After letting out a deep breath, you turned and left, smirking to yourself; you had a hunch who was responsible for the shadowy creature that saved your life. After all, you did notice that the shadowy creature had bright green eyes.
In the shadows, Loki smiled with satisfaction.
*
One week to the day later, you found yourself back at the same spot. You weren't sure why or what you were expecting, yet you couldn’t help but find your way back there. The sun shone through the trees, warming your skin, and you felt at peace here.
“Well, it looks as if you and I had similar ideas, darling,” a voice chimed through the trees.
“Loki,” you breathed as you turned around and met his gaze. The tension you momentarily held in your shoulders melted away and you grinned widely, “Were you stalking me?” you asked cheekily.
“Never,” Loki replied, “It seems mere coincidence that we both came back to this spot on the same day.”
You gave him a pointed look, but the smirk never left your face, keeping the tone light.
“I promise,” Loki raised his hands in mock surrender, “I’ll never lie to you, my lovely.”
Your breath caught in your throat as the world around you suddenly felt hot, “I.. Uhhh,” you stumbled over your words, unsure of how to respond, “Thanks,” you decided on in a low mumble.
Loki returned the grin you gave him earlier, “Shall we sit, darling?” 
It turned into a routine for the two of you. Every week on the same day at the same time, you and Loki met in the woods. It was your escape from the world for both of you. It became a comfort for each of you to seek solace in the other. Although neither of you ever officially made plans, or said you’d be back the next week, you always were. 
For you, it was an escape from your life, from your stresses, to meet with Loki. And though you never thought you’d make friends with a Norse god, you were grateful for him. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when you realized tomorrow was your meeting day, and you forced your heart to calm its wild beating as you stood in the woods waiting for him.
And as for Loki, he felt the same way. He never expected to find peace and solidarity on earth, and he certainly didn’t expect to fall… Loki laughed at himself, for so long he chastised his brother for loving someone from earth and here he was… They have more in common than Loki cared to admit. And he wasn’t ready to fully admit his feelings for you yet. They were there though.
Loki paced around the forest; it was unusual for you to not be there waiting for him. It was rare he felt nervous, but Loki couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his gut. Everything in him screamed that something was wrong, and after he waited long enough, Loki decided he was going to look for you.
And may the gods help if anyone hurt you…
*
You groaned as your body ached. The last thing you remembered was that you were on your way to meet Loki for your weekly rendezvous when you bumped into a group of men who looked like they were up to go good. You gasped and tried to run, but one of them grabbed you. You tried to scream, but no one heard you, and the last thing you heard before a cloth covered your face was, “Wrong place wrong time, sweetheart.”
And that was how you found yourself in a locked room tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. You wiggled in your binds as much as you could, but it was no use. They were tied too tight, and you had no idea where you were anyway even if you could break free. You didn’t even know what time or what day it was. And you whimpered softly when you realized that you would most likely never see Loki again…
Or so you thought.
Gunshots and screams from a distance called your attention and you snapped up to strain to listen. You faced where the source of the sound was, even if you couldn’t see anything. You didn’t dare move, however, since you had no idea what was happening. Were you going to be safe with whoever attacked the men who kidnapped you? Or would it be worse? You held your breath, pressing your lips together as you tried to calm your trembling hands.
The screaming went on for what felt like hours, and you could only imagine what the men were fighting in their last moments. Part of you didn’t want to dwell on it, but part of you had to have hope that whoever it was would be your savior. You never, however, expected to hear your name after the screaming stopped.
“Loki?” you whispered. When his voice called your name again, you shouted back, “Loki!”
The door burst open, and you heard Loki breathe your name in relief as he rushed over and untied you, “You’re alright, it’s me.”
“Loki?” tears filled your eyes as you were filled with disbelief that he was actually here. He actually came. For you. “You…?”
“I’m here,” he cupped your face, “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head as you felt your body tremble, “A little sore, but I’m ok,” you froze as you looked into his eyes and your heart skipped a beat at the look on his face, “Loki… You… You came for me?” your voice was shaky. 
Loki grinned, “Darling… You underestimate how much you mean to me. I wasn't about to let them hurt you. and I certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you.”
Before you could stop yourself, you lunged forward and kissed him deeply. Your bodies smashed together as you pushed everything you had into him, clinging to him hard. You trembled as your emotions overwhelmed you and for a moment, you lost yourself into the feeling of Loki’s lips. It brought a comfort unlike anything you were expecting, and a lone tear fell down your cheek. But, then you realized what you did.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed as you tried to pull away, “I don’t know what came over me.”
Loki just mumbled your name as he cupped your chin and gently turned you so you met his gaze. There was a sure look in his eyes, and it told you everything you needed to know. This time, it was Loki who closed the gap between your faces, kissing you once more. His kiss was more tender, but very purposeful, and Loki wasted no time in darting his tongue past your lips.
You moaned into the kiss as you lost yourself in the emotions once more. For a moment, you forgot where you were as Loki became your entire world. Nothing existed beyond him and his kiss. And the taste of him was immediately intoxicating.
But, neither of you could stay like that forever, and after one last peck on your lips, Loki broke away. He stayed close to you, however, and his voice stayed low and soft and comforting, “Let’s get you out of here.”
Without a word, you nodded.
*
“Sorry it’s not much,” you stood nervously at your front door as you let Loki inside your place, “It must be completely different than what you’re used to…”
Loki caressed you as he reassured you, “It’s wonderful, darling,” he purred. Truthfully, he wasn’t even paying much attention to your place; Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
Feeling his heavy gaze on you, you turned back from where your eyes wandered around the living space and you felt a tingle up your spine at the way Loki eyed you, “Loki…” you whispered. 
Time felt like it stopped as you stared into each other’s eyes. Your breath caught in your chest as you felt your heart pound. Between the way his hands cradled your form and the way he looked at you with those dark eyes, you knew exactly what Loki was thinking. And before you lost your nerve, you made your move.
You crashed yourself into him as you pressed your lips into his. Loki immediately yanked your close, his hands roaming up and down your sides as he deepened the kiss. Both of you moaned into each other as you savored the taste of the other. Heat rose in the room as passions erupted, and there was only one thing on both of your minds.
“Bedroom is this way,” you murmured, your tone low, “You want to…?”
“I thought you’d never ask, my lovely,” Loki smirked.
Sliding your hand in his, you led the way, and Loki kept a cheeky grin on his face as he waved his hand the moment you crossed into the bedroom. Suddenly, all your clothes were piled neatly on the dresser, his next to yours. Before you could react to his antic, Loki pounced on you, crashing both your bodies onto the bed.
You landed on your back with Loki overtop of you. You gasped as you found yourself in such a vulnerable position, yet you weren’t scared. You could never be scared of Loki. No, there was a different feeling that pulsed through your veins, and it made your body warm at the thought of what was to come. 
Loki hovered over you, his hands on either side of your body. As he trailed up and down your figure with his eyes, Loki felt his cock harden and his heartbeat quicken, “You are absolutely lovely,” he purred, “A decadence of perfection.”
All you could do was whimper as your mind went blank. No one ever whispered such sweet and beautiful words to you, or about you, before. Your hands roamed all over Loki’s bare chest, and you felt a rush of need between your legs as he groaned at your touch. “Please, Loki,” you whispered, “Don’t tease me right now.”
He smiled down at you as he caressed the side of your head, “Don’t worry, darling,” Loki’s tone was just as low as yours, “Let me show you how a god makes love.”
The moan you let out echoed in the room as Loki leaned in and attached his lips to your skin. With expert precision, he nibbled and licked and sucked at every spot that made you mewl, as if he had touched you a thousand times before. Loki groaned into your skin as he kissed his way across your chest before latching onto your nipple.
You arched your back, allowing Loki more access to your body as you dug into his shoulders. Your mind swam in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, driving you wild. Bucking your hips into his, you murmured his name once more, begging him for more.
“I’ve got you, darling,” Loki hummed as he kissed his way back up your body, “Exquisite,” his voice was a low rumble that went right to your core. Loki noticed of course, “You like that, darling?” he asked, amused.
He didn’t give you the chance to properly answer as he rocked his hips against yours, dragging his cock between your legs. The action made you moan even louder and you dropped your head down onto the mattress. “Fuck… Loki…”
He exhaled sharply with a grin as he did it again, feeling a tingle up his down spine as he rocked himself against your body. But, as much as Loki wanted to prolong this, the way you cried out, and especially moaned his name, made him more impatient than usual. “Are you ready, darling?” he asked as he reached between your bodies and lined his cock up with your entrance.
“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Please, Loki.”
Loki groaned as he slowly pushed himself inside you, feeling your warmth engulf him. Both of you gasped loudly as he filled you inch by inch. You cried out as he pushed deeper inside you, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him as much as you could, holding him tightly.
Once Loki’s hips met yours, he immediately started a slow yet harsh pace. Skin slapped against skin as Loki drove his cock into you over and over again. Your mouth dropped open as the moans and cries flowed freely- music to his ears.
“That’s it, darling,” Loki purred, “So beautiful…” he mourned your name as he lost himself in you.
As Loki’s cock hit that one spot deep inside you, your eyes shot open and you screamed louder, “Loki! Fuck! Yes!”
He growled as he picked up his pace, aiming for that spot every time, “I’m close too, darling,” he groaned, “Fuck, you’re so lovely.”
“Loki…” you whimpered as you saw stars and felt your skin tingle.
It only took a few more thrusts for you to completely fall apart and you came with a loud scream. Your nails dug into his skin as your entire body trembled. Never in your life had you felt a pleasure like this, and it brought fresh tears to your eyes from the overwhelming sensations.
Loki groaned as he watched the spectacle you put on just for him. His arms trembled as he fought to keep himself overtop of you, not wanting to miss a moment of your climax. Although you couldn’t hear over your screams, Loki mumbled soft praises as you came on his cock. And he had never seen anything in the nine realms more beautiful than you were right there in that moment.
And that was when Loki couldn’t hold back any more. He came hard, his own orgasm overtaking his entire body. And Loki did something he had never done before in bed- he moaned your name as he spilled himself deep inside you. Tears of his own formed in the corners of his eyes as he gave one last thrust before he fell forward.
Heavy breaths filled the room as you both came down from your highs. Loki placed a series of feather light kisses on your skin wherever he could reach as he caressed your body tenderly. Once he gathered his strength, he carefully pulled out of you, kissing the side of your head as you gasped. Loki didn’t go far, though, and he settled in your bed with you gathered safely and secretly in his arms. Together, the two of you laid like that for several moments in a comfortable silence.
Until you broke it with a question that had been on your mind for some time, “Why me?” you asked. 
Loki grinned, “Remember the day we first met?” he paused as you nodded, “You can see beyond what’s in front of you, and that, my lovely, is a rare occurrence in the universe,” Loki cradled you in his arms as you let out a deep breath, “Sleep now. I’ll watch over you. You’re always safe with me.” He placed a feather light kiss on your head.
“I know I am,” you yawned contently, “Loki I…” you fell asleep mid thought.
Loki watched you for some time as he whispered to your sleeping form, “I’ll protect you, darling. No one will ever harm you again, I’ll make sure of it.” 
As Loki watched you sleep, he noticed that the beat of your heart was the exact same rhythm that drew him to earth time and time again. It was like a siren song that called out to him although neither if you were aware of it. Was it soulmates, as your people would call it? Perhaps… but Loki was never one to believe such fables… until now. He smirked to himself before he fell asleep in the last place he expected. But it was right where he belonged. And you were right where you belonged: safely in his arms.
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