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sweetavenuesong · 1 month
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know it's for the better
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pairing: Loki x fem!reader.
notes: ok, I don't even know if anyone will read this, but if anyone is interested, here are the warnings; first of all, I wrote this just because i don't know, so please don't expect too much from it. it's a really short thing because again I didn't even intend to post it. also english is not my first language. contains angst. hope it's not too out of character. I think that's all thank yooou
"I don't want to feel this," Loki growled softly. "I don't want this feeling that I'm feeling in my heart right now. Yet, I can't seem to run from it like I have everything else."
You had never seen the god of mischief so vulnerable.
Never in his life had he ever admitted these things so openly, so candidly to anyone.
It was the most vulnerable you had seen him, and so you felt strangely honored that he trusted you enough to be this openly vulnerable and honest, despite everything.
"I hate how you make me feel this way. I hate how much you make me feel in general. It's... it's infuriating to me."
"I'm... sorry for infuriating you." You murmured against his shoulder after some moments of silence, not sure what you should say. "These feelings. They're new to me too, you know. We can figure it out together. I'll be on your side, yes?"
He groaned in response. You could practically hear every battle being waged in his subconscious, between his feelings and his heart. He wanted things to be that simple, like in your sweet and innocent mortal mind, but was he even allowed to feel like this for a human? Did he even deserve such affection from you, when he had spent so long manipulating and playing with those around him?
No.
You could practically feel his internal guilt and self-hatred.
You don't deserve this. You never did.
He didn't bring these feelings out in words, however.
"It's overwhelming." he said instead. "Feeling like my heart is going to explode at any moment from so much affection for you... it's humiliating." He rolled his eyes in a ghost of laughter, nuzzling his nose against your neck to tease you. "You're like a damn plague, midgardian."
"And this plague is slowly taking over you." you murmured, trying to play along the little joke to lighten the mood; you chuckled softly, looking up to him at that point. "Your heart will explode soon..."
He had to admit, he would not mind that happening. In fact, he would prefer it. You made him feel so many emotions, so many that he hadn't felt before. Emotions that he wasn't sure if he ever belonged him.
"By the gods, you're an infuriating woman," he muttered, grinning down at you. "I'm a god. Why do I have to fall for a stubborn mortal like a pathetic weakling?" his expression was playfull now, but his thoughts were still clouded.
He just wished he could escape these feelings, but he was too far gone; these feelings had already taken root into his heart, making his feel something he had never felt before.
Fear. Fear as his heart fluttered in his chest and his blood raced.
A fear he couldn't even describe to himself. An uncertainty that this was all going to end when you finally realized who he really was, and what would come would hurt him in a way that he wasn’t sure if he could bear.
Or - much, much - worse, a fear that he would hurt you, just like he did to everyone else who dared to love or trust him in the past. No, this he could never allow to happen; he would never forgive himself. He couldn't.
"Because," you heard him murmur before you could say anything, the edge on his tone suddenly softening. “You're special. Your smile alone can drive a man mad. I just want to kiss your mouth again, pull your hair again, feel you against me. Feel you in my bed once more..."
And then you kissed him. Your lips met his softly, and the way that they parted made you feel so wanted in this moment. His lips parted more and more to allow more space between them. He pulled you closer to him, one hand caressing your cheek and holding your face as the other held your body against his.
At that moment, your heart filled with so much joy that you thought it would burst out of your chest, because you knew he had finally made his decision; It was only when during the kiss he touched your temples with his fingertips and you felt the magic flow through your body that you knew for one last moment before falling into a deep sleep that his insecurities had won. When you woke up the next morning, there would be no trace of the most intense love you had ever felt in your life; With a sad smile, the prince of lies looked at your sleeping body on the bed one last time before leaving your life, never to return.
"Know it's for the better."
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wheredafandomat · 3 months
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Angel
Loki x F! Reader
18+ | contains smut. Loki and y/n are parents who are separated. WK 1K>
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“Say bye bye to mummy” you grinned, opening your arms as your daughter squeezed you one last time, fumbling out a quick bye before rushing past Loki’s legs and into his apartment, no doubt to play with her new games console she spent half the year begging for. Your eyes followed her, half of you already missing her and the other half simply not wanting to look at Loki who’s gaze was near burning into you. Offering the ground a smile aimed at Loki, you began to turn around.
“Y/n, wait” he called after you, causing your gazes to finally meet.
“Yeah?”
“I-I’ve cooked, do you want to come inside?” He offered. There was a still silence between you both as you took in how sincere he looked. His eyes were kind. They were the ones you fell in love with. As you studied this almost new candour, this missed vulnerability, you couldn’t help but be transported to this very day a few Christmases ago when things felt easier, when life was more carefree.
Your lips lightly traced Loki’s jaw as he slept, his body stirring as your kisses met his neck.
“It’s Christmas” you whispered, smiling as he began to wake up.
“Mhmm” he hummed in reply, eyes still closed as a small simper threatened to take over his expression.
“So get up then” you huffed, standing to your feet, gasping as Loki pulled you back down, positioning you above him.
“Ten more minutes” he almost pleaded, eyes open now as he looked up at you.
“I can take care of that in five” you teased, grinding your hips against his as you felt his morning glory practically pushing past his pajama bottoms. Your lips met in wanton kisses as Loki’s hands found purchase on your hips. He began guiding your movements over him before you started getting off of him.
“Don’t you want me to—” you began to question, as Loki held you firmly against him.
“This is fine, this is enough” he interrupted you, eyes falling closed as he continued moving you against his bulge.
“Men, so selfish” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes.
“Really?” Loki smirked, opening his eyes to meet yours as one of his hands left your hips before slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts. His name fell from your lips as his fingers moved against your clit. You ground your hips against his hand, both of you stimulated as you grew nearer to your climaxes. Loki’s gaze rarely strayed from you as he watched you almost tremble above him, your face beginning to flush as your nipples hardened.
“Ughh” you moaned above him, his fingers pressing perfectly against you as you moved your hips to and fro.
The sight of you paired with the feeling of you against him left Loki quickly orgasming, his movements pausing briefly as his body jolted. Huffing, you tried to continue to move against his fingers, your body craving it’s stolen release.
“You’re so wet” Loki smiled up at you. Before you had time to reply, he switched your positions, pinning you against the bed as he moved above you. His thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of your shorts before he tugged them down your legs, throwing them onto the floor. Hands pushing your legs apart, Loki buried his face between your thighs causing you to moan his name loudly as his tongue circled your swollen clit. Your hips rose involuntarily, almost chasing Loki’s mouth as he explored you with leisurely licks. Flattening his tongue against your pussy, Loki glanced up at you as you looked down at him, mouth agape. One of his hands pushed you back down against the bed as he gently closed his lips around your clit, sucking.
“Fuckk Lokii” you whimpered, your orgasm fast approaching. He didn’t say anything, he continued sucking against you until you came, your body twitching against the bed as he drank in your arousal.
“Merry Christmas Angel” Loki smiled at you, licking his lips as he sat up.
“You only call me Angel on Christmas, have you noticed that?” You grinned.
“I love the way your eyes light up when I say it” he shrugged. “It adds to the festivities” he laughed to himself “a gift in itself.”
“You’re a soppy git” you laughed.
“I’m your soppy git” he chuckled. “Now, time for me to shower and then cook” he spoke, standing up.
“I’ll join you for the shower but the cooking is all you baby” you followed him.
Loki clearing his throat brought you back to reality, this present moment as you swallowed thickly, willing the memory away. You bit the inside of your cheek in the hopes that you’d be able to regain some semblance of composure as the thoughts of what transpired in the shower after tried to make its way to the forefront. Before you could completely clear your mind, remembrance of how you both ended up in this current situation dawned upon you. You felt nauseous. As much as you wanted to run into his arms, to kiss him, to let him hold you, to laugh together, to fuck together, to go back to your old life, you simply couldn’t.
“Y/n?” Loki questioned, his voice quiet.
“I—No thank you, I’m going to go” you painfully refused, turning around before Loki could see the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
“Well, Merry Christmas Angel” he called after you, causing you to quickly turn around.
“Merry Christmas Loki” you smiled at him, a genuine smile, an aching smile.
Your legs almost gave way beneath you as Loki’s eyes met yours with a burning intensity mixed with something indescribable.
“A gift in itself” he simpered before you parted.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! I am slowly very nervously coming back 🤣 I hope you’re all well!!
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mculane · 4 months
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Oh so they’re gay gay…
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LOOK AT MOBIUS’ FACE…. MAN IS IN PAINFUL LOVE
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Loki 2.05 | Science/Fiction
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To Kill a God
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Summary: The mission – Assassination of Loki Laufeyson.
Warnings: Light control and dominance, loathing, spanking, smut.
A/N: We're just gonna pretend the events takes a different route after the Battle of New York.
Personal A/N: Apologies for how long it's been. Was dealing with some personal things, including a pretty bad injury that I'm now recovering from. I also tend to write really slow. Please enjoy! Comments/feedback & reblogs are always much appreciated! 💚
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Nights like these were the best time to work. Silent, still, dark. A hunter on a mission for the next prey. But this one was new; you'd never hunted a god before. Breaths were drawn slow, methodical, focused. Keep your heart rate down, keep your steps in check.
You had been kept in the shadows of the Avengers, not fitting in with the pretty boy heros, genius doctors, or sexy vixens. You were a wallflower, a nightcrawler.
Sure, Black Widow, she was cute with her fancy moves and killer body. But you? They never even hear you coming.
With grace and stealth, you had slipped into Asgard undetected when the portal opened up to take Thor and Loki home after the Battle of New York. The rush to this new world had been nauseating, but with breaths through your nose to compose yourself, you slipped into the shadows.
The streets of Asgard were crowded and foreign, vendors shouting to grab your attention, new smells, twinkling lights and glimmering colors. A fine silk robe was lifted from a distracted shopkeeper, promising yourself that you'd return it once the mission was complete.
In only a few hours, you had worked your so-called magic to obtain the intel needed and now stood in the main hall of the Asgard royal prison. It had taken a bit of eavesdropping on a table of drunken guards and the power of persuasion with another to allow you entry into the palace's main gates. A small amount of combat and you had forced your way into the prison compound.
Adrenaline pulsed through your veins, knowing you were close. Turning the corner, the prisoners were found fast asleep in their glass panel prison cells. And then, you stopped in your tracks and held your breath. The raven haired terror, that pathetic excuse for a god, slept only a few meters from you. He looked peaceful, almost gentle, but looks were deceiving. You reminded yourself that he was ruthless and cruel, but not for long.
Knowing there were only minutes before a slew of Asgardian guards would come rushing in, you worked diligently to shut down the currents running through the security system. Loki stirred in his bed, but didn't awaken. The dagger was heavy, but it was all that was needed to finish the mission.
Hand firmly on the hilt, you took quiet, determined steps to his bed, taking one last look at the god in front of you, then bared your weight as you went for his heart. But there was no impact as his body faded away to nothing.
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How peculiar it was, these small other worldly creatures who thought they could defeat a god. In the shadows, he tsked at the young thing in front of him. So impatient, so immature. Who did they think he was? He emerged slowly, a sinister smile dancing on his face. You turned abruptly, eyes going wide knowing your advantage was lost…or had never been there to begin with.
"Did you really think you could slay me?" He chuckled to himself, very amused by this predicament. "I assure you, girl, it will take more than a knife and leather leggings to take down the god of mischief."
With a futile attempt, you lunged at him. He grabbed you like a rag doll, twisting your arm in an awkward angle until the metal clanged on the floor. A whimper escaped and he let go before it dislocated, only to wrap his hands around your throat and bring you to eye level with him. He watched in satisfaction as you struggled, choking and clawing at his hands.
"Don't worry pet," he leaned in closely to whisper in your ear. "I won't kill you, not yet. There'd be no fun in that."
He drew a finger down the side of your face, relishing in the thoughts of all the things he could do to his new captive, when a booming voice echoed through the prison corridor. "LOKI?!"
He sighed to himself in annoyance, always the killjoy to his fun. "Here, brother."
Thor stood in front of the prison cell, taking in the scene before him: Loki standing calm and poised, a small girl held at arm's length from the neck, face turning red, toes dragging on the ground. "What's going on here?"
"Well, dear brother, it appears our security is not what it once was. I caught this one lurking around." Your eyes darted to his. Why did he withhold the truth?
Thor squinted, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at you. And then, your name left his lips like an incredulous question.
Loki's face went from a look of surprise at his brother's recognition of you to amusement at what this meant. "You're Midgardian," he mused.
"Loki, release her," Thor demanded, hearing you struggle in his grip.
"I'll tell you what. Allow me to go back to my chambers freely, and this little minx will be handed over to your care."
"Loki…" Thor gave a gutteral warning. He was treading on thin ice, but they both knew who had the upper hand.
"It's a fair trade. It's clear she is important to you." Loki's eyes locked on yours. "Release me…or I crush her windpipe."
You flailed uselessly in a panic, his grip growing tighter, causing your eyes to water, face slowly turning to shades of purple.
"Fine, Loki! Go back to your chambers."
A look of satisfaction as he dropped you to the floor. You collapsed and breathed in deeply, rubbing the sensitive skin around your neck. Thor called the guards: two to escort you back to his personal chambers and another two to allow Loki free access to his wing.
Loki stepped over you as he left, clearly pleased with how his evening was ending. This wasn't over, but it was for now.
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Thor had given you free reign of his chambers for the time being, instructing a few maidens to assist with your care, tending to any wounds, assisting with bathing and dress, although you insisted on doing the majority yourself. He found you the next morning after some rest, fully pampered and lounging on a chaise, feet and shoulders massaged by maidens.
"I could get used to the life of a prince," you teased when he came into the chambers. He ignored your jest and sat down looking troubled.
"Leave us," he ordered the maidens, watching until they filed out of the room. When the door shut, he turned to face you. "I have spent the last few hours trying to comprehend why you would come to Asgard without my knowing, and have yet to come up with a reason that doesn't involve violence." Your arms folded as he looked for any admission of guilt.
"It's classified, Thor." Your voice stayed steady and strong, and his jaw tightened. He grabbed a goblet from a nearby table and threw it against the wall, making it shatter, but you didn't flinch.
"I will remind you," he said slowly, "that right now you are on my planet, and not under Tony's protection."
You blinked at the mention of your employer and ally's name.
"You know I won't break, Thor. If I were a threat, wouldn't Loki have requested to have me locked up in one of your prison cells?" Thor considered your words. "In any case, I will leave you in peace and return to Midgard. I'm sure you have enough to deal with right now."
"No…. I think you'll stay as our guest for a while. We have some chambers available on the east wing." Your stomach twisted at what his words really meant. A guest, disguised as a prisoner. Thor stared you down.
"And, if I refuse?"
Now Thor crossed his arms, leaning back on the chaise. "You've seen our prison cells. They can be quite accommodating as well."
You smiled at his offer. "The east wing will be fine."
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The maidens took lead to the east wing; you attempted to map the halls to memory, but after the twelfth turn, considered it was futile. You'd be lucky to find your way to freedom, let alone finding your primary target.
A brunette opened the door to the chambers, a hand held out to guide you in. "If you need anything, we will be right outside to assist."
Great, I have watchdogs.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in the adjoining apartments, studying from the open window the trimmed gardens, the various exits, the guards that roamed the outer courts and how often they changed. When your stomach started to rumble with hunger, like clockwork there was a light knock on the door, followed by a maiden poking her head in.
"Excuse me, my lady. Your presence is requested in the dining hall."
As you followed the silent maidens, you tried speaking as casually as possible. "Is Loki's chambers in the east wing?"
"No, my lady."
You frowned. "I would assume he has a full wing to himself?"
"If the prince wishes for you to know where his chambers are, he will show you the way."
The other maiden giggled quietly, then pulled herself together quickly before being seen. No doubt they assumed you were looking to bed the prince, not that you would correct them if it took focus off the real reason to be here.
The dining hall was as elaborate as it was giant; high backed velvet chairs, a table that went on forever it seemed, vaulted ceilings adored with golden arches and cherubs, servants stationed every few meters. It was hard not to feel completely out of place, but Thor made you feel welcomed enough, having plate after plate of the most decadent food placed in front of you. You had to hand it to Thor, he had learned to become more sly, perhaps by watching how others on the team worked. He made small talk about Midgard and the team, but would casually add a question here and there about why you were in Asgard.
You were tight lipped; it would take more than being wined and dined to make something slip. Mid-conversation, the door creaked and the guards and servants straightened up. Footsteps clicked on the marble floor around the corner out of view, but you already knew who was approaching.
When he appeared, his eyes darted from Thor to you but his face was like a stone, unreadable. He tilted his head to consider you, no doubt admiring the marks he'd left on your neck the night before. "Have we lowered ourselves to now dine with common criminals?"
He watched as your jaw set and heard Thor's booming laugh. "Loki, I'd like you to formally meet my friend–"
At the mention of your name, he scoffed. "We met. Might I advise that you be more particular in who you acquaint yourself with, brother."
"Like you?" Arms crossed, you leaned in the chair in defense. He was as annoying as he was cocky.
He watched the pulsing of the vein in your neck, the slight reddening of your face; he was getting under your skin. Good.
"My dear, I have more greatness in the tip of my finger than you in your entire being."
You scoffed. "Greatness, huh? Seems like that greatness delusion is what brought you back up here in chains."
"And yet," he said, holding out his arms, "no chains. Although, I guess I have you to thank for that."
Internally, you were screaming. Fantasies of diving across the table to gouge out his eyes and claw his face played in your mind. He was insufferable. Agitating. Annoying.
You needed to finish this mission and escape Asgard. The sooner this world was rid of Loki Laueyson, the better.
You stood, your plate of food unfinished, turning to Thor with a plastered smile. "Thank you for the lovely meal, Thor. Please, excuse me."
You wouldn't dare look at Loki, but you could feel his eyes on you, causing the hairs to raise on the back of your neck.
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The halls had been quiet for hours and the only light in your room came from the glow of the moon and candlelight. You'd waited until it was almost inevitable that the maidens would have fallen asleep at their posting. Slipping by them was easy.
The occasional guard roamed the halls, but as you expected, was not as sharp. You slipped by two undetected, a third was put into a sleep hold and dragged into the shadows before anyone could be alerted.
The North Wing was far more rich in decor and aesthetics, with golden pillars and chandeliers. Loki's chambers were here, you were sure of it.
A sparkle of green in the shadows caught your eye. Was it a trick? Maybe, but he wouldn't take you by surprise this time.
The door was heavy and your steps were light as you entered the room. It was dark and smelled of cedar and leather. He was nowhere in sight, but you still kept to the walls.
A faint flicker of light in the next room caught your attention, a crackling fireplace, and there he appeared, reading in an oversized plush chair.
"You know, you're not as subtle as you think." He flipped the page, not even giving you the courtesy of looking up. "Thor had mentioned you were stealthy like a cat or something, but my oaf of a brother has about as much stealth as you do."
Your cheeks reddened in spite of yourself. He was absolutely infuriating. "Why did you lie?"
He finally looked up from his book, sliding a bookmark into the crease, a smirk playing on his lips. "You do realize that I'm the god of lies, don't you?"
"You could have told Thor why I was there, what I tried to do, and have me locked up. Why didn't you tell him?"
He made you feel so small when he stood, setting the book on a nearby coffee table. "Now where would the fun in that be?"
Taken aback, you blinked in response. "This…. This isn't a game."
He tsked and long daggers were revealed in his hands. "Darling, it's the best game there is."
He came forward at a fast pace. Your own weapons were drawn from your belt, ready to attack. Metal clashed in the middle of his study. He was impressed by your speed and agility, but he caused the first cut, a minor wound on your bicep. You responded by kicking him off his feet to pin him to the ground for only a moment before he flipped you over your head, losing one of your daggers in the process. With your hand free and he distracted, your fist made contact with his face.
A slur of curses were emitted. "You'll pay for that."
"We'll see." You smiled cockily, coming at him, but he was ready and provoked. One minute you had attacked him, a swipe of your blade and another punch blocked. The next minute, you were bent over and pinned to his desk. One of his hands had grasped your wrist, still gripping the dagger, the other hand on the back of your head. His body pressed into yours as you writhed and struggled, bucking your hips, kicking your leg out, but he was much too heavy.
"Let me know when you're ready to yield." He was very amused.
"Fuck you."
He laughed in a huff. The grip on your wrist went tighter. "Drop it," he demanded.
Any attempt at freeing yourself was proved useless. The dagger clattered on the desk and he tossed it aside, his own going back into his invisible pocket.
"Good girl. Now tell me you yield."
Silence. You'd rather die than give him the satisfaction.
"Suit yourself," he said. "It seems to me like you Midgardians need to be taught some manners." And slowly, his hand was brought to your back, running down the length of your spine. Teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut, you tried to remove yourself from the moment, knowing more than likely what was coming from the dominant, power-hungry male. But then, smack!
Your eyes shot open, the sting of your ass cheek startling you. Another hard spank, the sting almost making you yelp as your body went forward.
"Now," he said calmly, evenly in your ear as you looked straight ahead. "You have two options." Smack! "One, you stop being stubborn and admit your defeat." Smack! "Or two, you stay on this desk until I decide you've learned that lesson." Smack!
Your legs trembled as you held onto the edge of the desk. You hated him, hated this… and yet, a warm ache started to slowly whisper within. No, you couldn't… With every ounce of strength, you tried to block it out. "What… what are you gonna do to me?"
He chuckled and you couldn't quite tell if it was out of amusement or something darker. "Not to worry, my pet. I only bed willing participants."
His hand rested on the small of your back and he leaned forward. "Now, tell me. Have you learned your lesson?"
He caught your eye and you struggled to answer. How did you reply without letting him win? Maybe, if you said yes, he would lower his defenses and then you'd— Another spank caught you by surprise and a yelp escaped in spite of yourself. "I asked you a question and do not enjoy repeating myself."
You took a shaky breath, he had you so off guard and you hated how it was making you feel.
Looking up, you gave him the best innocent look you could muster and nodded slowly. He reached for the back of your head, gripping your hair to tilt your head up towards him with a jerk. "Have you?"
"Yes," you choked out. You hated him! You hated him! You hated him!
He considered you, bent over his desk, head bent back violently so, breathing heavily and shaking, and then, he just let you go. You stood after a beat, confused and feeling embarrassed.
"Leave," he demanded, walking out of the study to another room. Red-faced, your stomach churned. Did he seriously just…
"Hey!" you shouted, following his path to the other room, but when you got there, he was gone. Searching room by room, your anger built as you found each one empty.
A rage burned through your veins as you stormed down the hall toward Thor's chambers. You were done with this mission, with these stupid mind games, with the princes of Asgard. You wanted to go home and call the mission what it was–a failure.
Done with courtesy and manners, you barged into his chambers without warning. "Thor, I need to talk to you–"
The words caught in your throat as you stopped in your tracks, finding Loki already there. Thor said your name like a pleasant surprise. "You look an absolute wreck! Are you alright?"
"Wha–" the words caught in your throat as you looked down at your shifted top, feeling your face redden, hair a mess.
"Well, no matter," Thor continued. "Your ears must be ringing, we were just discussing your return to Midgard."
"You… you were?"
Loki's lack of eye contact was not lost on you.
"Indeed," Thor continued. "My brother believes that we have no use of you here and should send you back immediately. His words, not mine." Thor laughed, caused by your startled expression and Loki's uncharacteristic silence. "But, as neither of you are willing to speak freely on what matters are going on, I reject this request."
Both you and Loki raised your voices, you taking a step forward. How long did he plan to keep you here against your will?
Thor raised his hand. "You both think me a fool, but until I know why you are here, I will not change my mind. Classified or not."
Your jaw clenched, fists tightened, and you stormed out of his chambers, slamming the door behind you.
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Loki winced as the door slammed. "I don't believe she was happy with your decision."
"No, I think not. Anything you care to tell me?"
Loki shook his head. "There is nothing to tell. She's a nuisance and Asgard should be rid of her."
Thor placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Loki, you may be the god of lies, but even I can see through this one."
Loki left the chambers deep in thought. He absolutely despised Midgardians–mortals who risked their lives every day, absolute fools they were. Pompous, annoying little gremlins.
And yet, he had enjoyed the little game he was playing with you. You were a challenge for him and getting under your skin was pure pleasure. But, there was something in the look you gave him as he held your head up that he knew. It made him realize he was playing with fire, and this game was getting too dangerous. He needed to rid himself of you.
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Almost a week had passed and he hadn't reappeared. You'd toured the gardens, the library, the royal throne room, dined in their mess hall and terrace multiple times; it was clear by day three that he was actively avoiding you, and somehow that was even more irksome. It should have been a relief to be rid of his annoying presence, but you were equally on edge. What if he caught you off guard? The possibilities of what would happen were endless with that twisted mind of his. Torture you? Strangle you at night? The nights were restless, with every creak and whistle of wind making you jump.
By day five, enough was enough. If Thor wouldn't budge in sending you home and Loki wouldn't show himself, you would take matters into your own hands.
The nightly strolls through the halls were becoming commonplace, and it wasn't long before the familiar chamber doors stood before you again. The rooms were illuminated by moonlight. He was deep asleep in his bed, bare-chested with only a sheet to cover him at the hips. Your dagger was unsheathed and slowly you pressed it to his neck. His eyes opened and he took a sharp breath inward.
"Don't move," you whispered.
"Alright." His voice was steady.
"You're going to help me leave this planet."
His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Am I?"
"Yes."
"And…what if I refuse?"
You pressed the dagger harder to his neck. He could see the desperation on your face. "I don't think you are in a position to refuse."
He smirked at you, like he understood a joke you weren't in on. "Didn't you come to Asgard to kill me?"
He was absolutely the most abhorrent person you'd ever met. Why would he bring this up? Should you kill him? He was right there, the knife pressed to his neck. One swipe and…
He grabbed onto your arms, taking you out of your thoughts and pulling you closer to him. "Do it."
You blinked and froze. Something in your stomach twisted. "I… I can't. Why can't I kill you?"
In a quick motion, he rolled you onto your back, his weight heavy. Your hand shook and he leaned in, pressing down on the dagger, further and further, until his lips met yours. Your breath was lost and the dagger slipped between the two of you to clatter onto the floor. He gripped onto your clothes, pulling and tearing and breaking.
He wasn't gentle, wasn't kind. There was no room for romance or making love. It was carnal, rough. A desire that neither wanted to admit to themselves.
Pain in the most pleasurable form, as his lips pressed hard onto yours. As clothing was torn in desperation. As your undergarments were stretched and discarded until you were just as naked as he. His eyes and mouth and fingers explored the areas only meant for a lover.
His long digits played with your silky folds before delving into the warm wet center, causing you to shiver in delight. You reached down between your bodies to grasp on an already stiff cock, making it throb, a moan emitting from him like an ache that hadn't been relieved in years, before he took your hand from beneath him and placed it above your head. In a swiftness, he sheathed himself inside you, causing your eyes to grow large, your head to come forward, your teeth to sink into his skin. He shifted, looking down at you, the minx who had wanted him dead, and thought how beautiful and fragile you were. He could have snapped you in two like a twig if he had wished it. Instead, he'd punish you until you came, over and over again; tattooing his existence on your soul for the rest of your eternity.
The angle of his cock rubbed in a way you'd never felt before by any Midgardian man, and soon your body was convulsing below him. He let you ride out your high before flipping you onto your stomach and penetrating from behind. A shaky high-pitched moan emitted from you, making him smile in satisfaction. He wrapped his hands around your throat, bringing your head up higher to whisper with a smile, "I think you've admitted your defeat."
"You never shut up, do you?"
"Never."
With a smack of your bottom, he thrust into you until he was spent and you were ruined. The silky sheets of his bed melted into your skin as you lay quiet in thought after. You didn't fail missions. You also didn't fuck them. Contemplating what you'd write on your report, Loki emerged from the other room, dressed and ready to take you back to Midgard. He handed you the clothes you first arrived on this planet in.
As you dressed, preparing for your arrival back home, you studied him. He was, without a doubt, the most abhorrent, irritating person you'd ever met. And yet, something drew you to him that you didn't understand.
"Alright," he said when he saw you were dressed. "Let's get you back to where you belong." You nodded, wondering if you'd ever see him again, hoping you wouldn't…but not for the reason you'd expect.
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“Mobius is Loki’s glorious purpose” yeah? Well maybe Mobius needed a glorious purpose of his own, and he found it in this beautiful, broken, twisted god that appeared in his life when he needed him most! What about that?
maybe Mobius wasn’t content with his life at the TVA.
Maybe Loki gave him a reason to keep pushing forward, in spite of everything that happened.
Maybe Loki is the glorious purpose.
His glorious purpose.
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renegadesstuff · 5 months
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The way he fixed his hair before going to see Mobius 😍😍
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holdmytesseract · 7 months
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✨️Updating My Taglists✨️
Yup... Definitely have to do that, 'cause it's quite a bit a mess. 🥴 Therefore, we're gonna do that now. 😊
If you'd like to stay on my four taglists or want to be added somewhere, please interact with this post. Comment or reblog. Thank you! ❤️
I'll remove everybody who hasn't said anything - and that's okay! No hard feelings here!
You have 3 days, guys! 🫡
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Here are the current taglists...
°☆• LOKI •☆°
(Includes everything Loki. Blurbs, drabbles oneshots, series and the Ice Flower AU, except the Baby Fever AU.)
@lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @muddyorbsblr @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @theaudacitytowrite @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @linaax @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002 @aagn360 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @kikster606 @somewiseguy @huntress-artemiss @lunarnights95 @fire-treasure-iii @zippythewondersquirrel @alexakeyloveloki @goblinsgirlsarah @lokiforever @bunny24sstuff @anukulee @valencia-rou @itsybitchylittlewitchy @meowmeow-motherfucker @chokeanddagger @smolvenger
(Gonna reblog this post and tag everybody else there, 'cause Tumblr doesn't allow me more than 50 tags. 😑)
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Reading List January 2024 📖
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Welcome back, my loves!
There goes my plan to be on time with posting this year. But I'm very happy to have you all back here with me - very close to 500 of you lovelies 🥹Hopefully your start in 2024 went better so far and you're doing well ❤️
January kinda felt a bit more quiet on here in comparison to the last few months so the list is a bit shorter, but there was still enough worth to discover or continue reading.
So enjoy my list of the month, leave nice comments on your favorite stories and most importantly, feel hugged 🫶
I adore you.
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↪︎ Previous reading lists & writer recommendations
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Thrown | @maple-seed | ongoing
The two lovers cherish their time together with a camping trip, returning to the mountain still lingering in Lokis mind for a night of stargazing. And as we're nearing the end of this wonderful story, Loki contemplates the past and hopeful future that awaits ♥️
Freedom & Forgiveness | @darkserenity24 | ongoing
I don’t think I’ve ever been in favor of murder as much while reading - just when tiny progress is being made and everything calms down a bit, our girl gets hit with more from Jacob, the psycho. I don’t wanna spoil too much but it’s really time Loki is allowed to deal with this by himself 😤
Déchire | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 | ongoing
Brace yourselfs, people, for this might kill you with it's smut We venture to Asgard with Loki, who chose us as his breeding partner for the time of his heat. Now I mean it, the combination of a breeding kink and Loki in his Jotun form has already enough potency to make me melt, only increasing when we also increase the amount of Lokis wanting to claim us 🔥
Time & the Trickster | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 | ongoing
Admit it, we all needed a Loki/Dr. Who crossover in our lifes! This new story takes the theme of time both universes revolve around and casts the Doctor as well as Loki in our own universe, where they are nothing but fiction. While being stranded in a police holding cell after wandering the streets of New York without his clothes, Loki gets to know his fellow inmate Joey, who first believes him to be Tom Hiddleston. After convincing his sister to bail them both out, Loki starts convincing them of his true identity and need for help to get back 👏 ✨
When everything's made to be broken | @use-your-telescope | ongoing
Theo slowly starts to feel comfortable with her place in the team and grows more and more close with Loki - until a mission goes awfully wrong and the god of thunder is fighting for his life. While giving her all trying to save Thor, Loki starts to break because of the fear of losing his brother, causing him to lash out and hurt Theo with his words. 🥺
Follow the Crow | @gigglingtiggerv2 | ongoing
We got another incredible and unique story on our hands! Time can get kinda murky, especially around events like Asgards destruction during Ragnarok. With Fenris still not finished, Loki as one of the remaining gods and freed from his prison has to try to take back control of the events by finding the "Anywhen" - while in search for a guide he comes across Dee, who really just tries to keep her life together after losing her parents. I'm so excited to see where this all goes ✨
Would've Could've Should've | @muddyorbsblr | ongoing
Loki fears he might loose his love, after a careless comment about the stability of their relationship from Thor. Reader starts distancing herself more and more, until an alumni event at her college brings back bad memories from her time there which still have a grip on her 🫣
A Court of Mischief and Purpose | @smolvenger | ongoing
After the season finale of this story concludes with us having to leave with our former fiancé Will and go back to earth, we never planned on giving up to get back to our friends and choosen husband Loki. We're taking the next steps to enact our revenge while biding our time and getting back into the good graces of our town with performing a miracle ✨
Afterglow | @fictive-sl0th | ongoing
We've reached the season finale! During a night at the club with Bucky, involving a lot of teasing and disagreement with the also present God of Mischief, things turn dangerous when Reader is being seperated from them and threatened by dangerous people - with no help in sight her only chance is to try to save herself 🫣
Worthy | @xalygatorx | completed ☑️
I finally finished binging this amazing story about Cora, who finds herself involved with heros as well as norse gods after she picked up Mjolnir basically by accident! Catching Lokis attention, he takes her with him, starting a journey through the realms and changing the future for the better ♥️
Breath of the Aesir | @chantsdemarins | ongoing
My talented friend has already proven how incredible they can capture an abstract future where even gods are animated by artificial intelligence - now we switch completely for this story and find us in medieval times! We follow our Reader, who is awaiting her husbands return at her manor, when a mysterious and injured man shows up at her door and she decides to try and save him - without even knowing that the now powerless god because of disagreeing with the other norse gods life is now in her hands. 🥺
Dirty Work | @darkficsyouneveraskedfor | ongoing
My favorite Dark! Loki writer is at it again and brought me a new guilty pleasure I’m looking forward to every day these past weeks 😮‍💨 Lovingly nicknamed Cinder, our girl found herself at a new job as a maid for her demanding boss Mr. Laufeyson. Coming from a terrible family situation with a father who has not a single nice thing to say to her, our quiet girl still tries to do everything right all the time, even as the intensity of Lokis demands increases more and more.. 👀
A Hollow Promise | @olet-lucernam | ongoing
A special new discovery is this story, where Loki while being imprisoned by SHIELD encounters his new guard for the time being. The woman ignites turmoil in him, who seems somehow familiar even though that should be impossible - just as impossible as lying to her, for she can always recognize when a lie is being told and can’t tell one herself. Very beautifully written, to me it’s almost poetic and I can’t wait to read more ♥️
The Old Gods and the New | @mrs-illyrian-baby | ongoing
It seems like we're finally able to catch a break and retreat to Lokis hideaway after the run in with Lugh. While Loki helps us to train our magic more and rewards us for our bravery, the questions about recent events and their connection to people from the past still hangs in the air.
Prince Loki's Favorite Maid AU | @mrs-illyrian-baby | ongoing
What can I say, who doesn't love a Loki and his maid AU! While it can be a demanding job to serve a god, there is a lot that makes it all worthwhile - not only sexual pleasure, but also the pleasure of seeing Loki staking his claim to you 😮‍💨
The Villain’s Weapon | @simplyholl | ongoing
In the latest chapter Lokis continues lying to himself about why wants to keep us around - but when we finally join him in fighting and encounter the Avengers again a situation arises that shows he might care more than he’s been willing to admit 🤭
Linden Leaves | @buttercupcookies-blog | ongoing
A fellow lurker decided to start posting her story! For now we only got the first chapter that starts out with the ending of the events on Svartalfheim. Not accepting his brothers death, Thor takes his body with him. Get in early on this story, where Loki will be given a second chance but struggles to find where his place is in the world - until he meets the princess from Alfheim being kept safe on Asgard.
Very Full | @mischiefandmedicine | ongoing
And a final new story that's just beginning! I quite like the concept here and it caught my attention immediately, I think you should check it out as well! Unlike most fics I read instead of a Reader, we jump into the plot with Loki who ended up at the end of time as guardian of the universe. Unexpectedly a visitor shows up, demanding answers - Saoirse, his daughter, seeking retribution for her mother's absence.
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@lokisgoodgirl
A Quiet Storm
Believe me
@muddyorbsblr
A Helping Hand
@mochie85
I'll follow you
@ijuststareatstuffhereok89
A Damsel's Debt
@divine-knight-hand
Being followed
@hunny-beann
Worship; Devastation
@glitchquake
Blue Jeans
@lokis-little-fawn
Bad Dragon
@darkserenity24
Strong
@cosmic0artist
Injury and Intrigue
@give-me-a-moose
Feline Finesse
Gladiator
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I hope you‘ll find something new for your own reading list & if you do, please don’t forget to reblog the fics of these amazing writers to support them :)
If I made a mistake somewhere, please tell me, I'm quite the chaotic person 🫶
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I’m actually going to be completely honest for once.
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It’s about time… I usually tend to keep my real feelings vague, up for interpretation or use enough humour to not be taken seriously. But I’ve recently learned that being honest about yourself can help others accept themselves, so I’ll try it out just this one time.
But first a quick thank you.
It’s been a year since I started up this blog, it’s grown to like 800 followers as of late (which is just mind blowing to me) and I’m insanely grateful.
I’m especially grateful to my mutuals, I’ve made genuine friendships here that have kept me going at my lowest points and I’ve had a lot of lows this year, I’m going through one right now as my Dad is really sick but I will spare you all the sad details.
Thank you. You have no idea what this fandom means to me, it saved me.
Now to confess…
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A love letter to Loki:
I’m gonna say something that’s going to sound weird as shit to a lot of you… and that’s okay. I will explain best as I can but ultimately, I’m doing my own thing now and I genuinely do not care if people think I’m crazy and delusional for it - I’m carving out my own fate and shaping my future all on my own so think what you like, I will be okay regardless.
A year ago, I genuinely fell in love with Loki.
I’m not saying this to be funny or seem relatable, I mean every word.
I’ve felt really ashamed about it, as I know it’s not considered typical by most people’s standards. I’ve tried to “be normal” and force my feelings to go away but it’s involuntary.
I’ve not been very kind to myself about these feelings, I made myself miserable over them earlier in the year. I know this may be a hard concept for some people to understand, but accepting that this is how I feel seems to be healthier for me than trying to conform to people’s expectations of who or what I should love. I’m currently at peace with myself.
I lost my Nan just under two years ago now who was a mother figure to me, and quite honestly, I feel forcing myself to stop being in love with Loki isn’t the right thing for me at the moment.
Maybe one day the love will no longer serve me, but for now I don’t need to put myself through anymore grief and loss. My brain is going to grieve him if I force him away, even though he isn’t real as it’s known that the brain can’t distinguish between feelings for real verses fictional folk.
So why force myself through that pain if I’m currently managing this unexpected situation in a healthy way? Well… as best as I can. I’m not perfect about this, sometimes it does make me sad but that’s life. I can’t hug Loki, and I can’t hug my Nan anymore either so I just have to pick myself up and carry on with life.
I’ve only ever spoken about this privately with a few trusted friends as I was really scared about what people think, but I’m okay with people thinking I’m a bit different to what they are used to.
I wrote out several paragraphs explaining the nuances of fictosexuality and my feelings, but then I deleted it all because people will think what they want to think.
However, I just want to be very clear about one thing: I’m in no way delusional. I know he’s a fictional character and the feelings I have are one sided, but I’m honestly okay with that.
I don’t need him to love me and physically be with me to be happy, because I’m more than capable of doing that myself. I’m setting up a very bright future for myself that will hopefully come to fruition when my family troubles are over.
It’s worth noting that there are single people living their best life, and I personally don’t feel you need a partner to be happy. Plus, even if you do have a partner then they shouldn’t be the only source of your contentment.
My life is full of all kinds of relationships, I’m more social than most people due to the type of work I do and what my life is like right now with helping my family. I’m hardly ever at home and I really don’t get the time to lose touch with reality.
But I’ve got to be honest, I love him. I can’t deny it, I wish it was more socially acceptable to be open about it… so I guess this blog is the only place this confession is ever going to be read. It’s better than nothing I suppose. Maybe I’ll delete it later, it’s likely I’ll chicken out and shove my feelings back into hiding again - completely disregarding what I said earlier about not caring.
I don’t tell a lot of people, there’s too much prejudice in the world. I’m already queer and disabled, I’ve got enough problems. But it would be nice to be able to simply say “Hey I’m Bry, and this is Loki, he’s an important part of my life and I love him.”
That’s all I want, I don’t want it to be a big deal. Maybe in another life.
But anyway, I really do love him. Truly.
I love writing fanfic about him and watching the Thor films when I get time. He brings me joy and warmth, I will put the Avengers movie on in the background while I work to comfort me a little - I like feeling like he’s close (even though he’s not).
I’ll spend the last five minutes of my day reading a fanfic snippet or simply thinking about him, imagining telling him how my day went.
I love that he brought me this community, I love that he motivated me to start writing. I have him to thank for the time wonderful people I’ve connected with here.
He’s made me more empathetic, open, and honest with myself. Loki has always been unapologetically himself even when it meant he fit in nowhere.
I think I was drawn to him because he’s… just a bit of an odd duck isn’t he? He doesn’t quite fit in wherever he goes which is something I strongly relate to. But he’s still so mighty, brave, self-driven, beautiful and capable - he’s all those things in spite of all he’s been through.
I started writing this post with the mindset of trying to justify my feelings to everyone who reads it but honestly? I’m not surprised I love someone like that.
Thank you Loki. You can’t give me what real partners can, but you’ve given my life so much joy in other ways.
Yours. Bry.
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aintinacage · 5 months
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thank you for your service
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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months
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His Healer
Pairing: Mob!Loki Laufeyson x Nurse!Reader
Word Count: ~1.7k
Warnings: fixing an injured loki, mentions of al capone, fluff mostly
Summary: Your paying job is working as a nurse in a local hospital. Your side hustle is being a doctor for the mob boss, Loki.
Squares Filled: 1920s au (2021) for @lokibingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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“Alright, Mr. Sanchez. How do you feel this morning?” you ask as you pull back the hospital curtain.
“Better now that I get to see you.”
“Keep talking like this and your wife is gonna think you have a girlfriend,” you say.
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” he chuckles.
You grab your stethoscope and place it over his heart to listen to it. Next, you check his pulse and blood pressure. His pulse is a bit high but with the medication he’s taking, it’s not surprising. His vitals are looking strong for someone who had hip surgery, and you write them on the paper chart you have hanging off the end of his bed.
“Keep this up, Mr. Sanchez. You’ll be running marathons in no time.”
“I hope so, dear,” he smiles.
“Okay, time to get those muscles moving. I’d like to see you make it to the couch this time.”
“I’ll try.”
You help the older man sit up in his bed when your coworker comes into the room.
“Y/N? There’s a call for you. I can take over.”
“Okay, Mr. Sanchez. Elizabeth is the best besides me, of course,” you wink playfully. “You’re in good hands.” You leave Elizabeth and Mr. Sanchez alone while you head to the phone that’s on the wall. There is a receiver and a transmitter connected to the base of the phone. Both ends are on tubes that you can move around so you’re not stuck to the wall. You place the receiver to your mouth and the transmitter to your ear. “This is Y/N.”
“899 E Logan Boulevard. The boss needs you.”
“I’m at work. You can’t just--”
“The boss needs you.”
“Repeat the address, please,” you sigh. You set the receiver down and keep the transmitter to your ear while you write down the address. You pick up the receiver when you want to talk to him. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
You hang up both ends of the phone and find your boss who is filling out paperwork at the desk.
“Mary, I have a private client who news me right now. Elizabeth is covering for my patients. May I leave? I’ll come back once I’m done.”
“Yes. Make sure you follow up with Elizabeth about your patients.”
“Of course.”
You leave the hospital and to the car that the boss gifted you. He’s always giving you presents for your services on top of the money he pays you. You’re not sure where he’s staying, so you grab your navigation watch to put in the address you were given. This watch has saved you in more ways than one when you’ve gotten lost in the bustling city of Chicago.
The map is where the face of the watch would normally be found. The direction of the maps is wound around small wooden pegs like scrolls that could be switched out of the wristband depending on the route needed to go. You take out the map you were using before and put in the new one. Once you’re ready to go, you head toward the house.
Well, mansion is a more accurate description. Take away the hedges and big trees, this place looks like half the size of the hospital you work at. There is a steel gate at the front of the property with two armed guards standing outside of it. They’re immediately put on alert as soon as you pull up but you’re not afraid of their big guns.
“State your business,” one of the guards says in a deep voice.
“I’m the doctor for the boss.”
He nods to the other guard who opens the gate for you. You drive down the long driveway to the front of the house where half a dozen guards with guns are posted outside of it. Even if you’ve never been here before, you’ve always had to have a guard lead you through whatever place the boss is staying in. You get out and grab your medical bag from the back.
“Right this way, ma’am,” one of the guards says.
If you thought the outside was heavily guarded, then the inside is just ridiculous. More than two dozen guards are keeping watch or just wandering around protecting the place. You should get used to this because you get dozens of calls a week from the boss. This place is just beautiful and you’d love to live here if it were crawling with guards.
The floor is marble, the walls are dark grey, there are lights on the black walls that give them some kind of light, the archways are high with chandeliers coming down from the high ceiling, and the windows stretch higher than you can reach. It makes sense why the boss would live in a mansion like this. The guard takes you to a room with two guards posted outside of it, and one of them opens the door for you.
There on the bed lies the boss, Loki Laufeyson. The blankets have been stripped from the bed so he’s only lying on the black sheets that are stained with his blood for sure. He has an enormous gash starting from the top of his chest down to his hip. There is a towel covering the area that is dark red, and you don’t think it was that color when he placed it there.
Loki is well known across all of Chicago as one do the deadliest mafia bosses. He works very closely with Al Capone which is why he gets injured all the damn time. Loki found you in a bar one time with a deep cut on his cheek. You told him how to best take care of it without scarring since he has such a pretty face.
If you knew who he was before you talked to him, you wouldn’t have done it.
He took a liking to you and always came to you whenever he had even the smallest of injuries. You’re the only one who caught his attention so he wanted you around him as much as possible no matter the reason. The more you took care of him, the more your feelings for him grew. You’re not going to tell him that, of course. It would only go to his head.
Seeing him in so much pain breaks your heart.
“What did I tell you about getting into fights?” you ask and approach the side of the bed.
“I need to take care of business, love,” he laughs but groans in pain.
The bed is low enough to the ground so that when you pull up a chair next to it and sit down, you’re at the perfect height to fix his wound. You peel back the towel to see what you’re working with and more blood comes rushing out.
“It would be better if you were in a hospital with equipment and blood.”
“You know why I can’t go there.”
“You’re bleeding all over your bed.”
“I’ll get a new one,” he shrugs.
This isn’t going to be pleasant but the wound needs to be cleaned. You have a water bottle that will be used to flush out the wound while gauze will be used to clean the edges. You gently pat the area around the wound to clean the blood up and Loki closes his eyes in pain. Once you’re satisfied, you take the water bottle and begin flushing the wound.
“Fuck!” Loki shouts.
“If you can handle getting a wound like this, you can handle a bit of water. Stay still.”
When you’re done with that, you grab new gauze and pack it inside the wound so blood doesn’t spill over. There is a numbing cream that you use to spread on the outside of the wound because you need to stitch the wound so it can have a chance to heal.
“This is gonna hurt,” you state. “Even with the cream.”
“As you said, I can handle it,” he chuckles.
You take the needle and stick it through one side of the wound and thread it to the other side of the wound. You pull it close and tie it multiple times before cutting it. One down, many more to go.
“You know, this is gonna scar.”
“Good. It’ll give me some character when I’m handling business.”
As you’re stitching the wound closed, you notice his bare skin on display for you to see. It’s so pale. It’s like he hates going outside and getting some sun.
“You’re so pale. Getting some sun every once in a while isn’t gonna kill you.”
“Yes ma’am,” he drawls. A blush makes it way up your neck and to your cheeks at his accent. “I’ll go outside if you come with me.”
“I’ve already told you why I can’t,” you whisper.
Loki turns his head away from you and coughs causing more blood to rush out of his wound. When he turns his head back, his hair has fallen over his eyes. You reach up and move his hair away without touching his skin.
“I’ll change for you.”
“Al Capone will let no one go. You know this.”
It doesn’t take long for you to stitch the whole wound shut, and you use your water bottle to clean the site from his blood. You grab some more gauze and lay it over the entire wound and a big bandage that you lay over it to give it another layer of protection.
“I hate seeing you like this, Loki,” you sigh.
“I’ll try better next time,” he promises. “Thank you for being such a great doctor.”
A smile breaks through which makes him smile.
“I took time out of my very busy day to be here. How will you ever compensate me?”
Loki reaches up and grabs your neck gently and pulls you down to him. He slants his lips against yours and gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared with him and it certainly won’t be the last.
“I’ll have one of my men pay you most graciously, love,” Loki whispers against your lips.
You have to get back to the hospital so you pull away from him and gather your medical supplies. You put your hand on the doorknob but don’t turn it yet.
“Don’t get into any more fights, Loki.”
“How will I ever see you if I’m not injured?”
“You know where I live,” you smile. “All you need to do is knock.”
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Pledge Allegiance
Prince! Loki x female reader
18+ | contains a little smut
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“There’s a guest here for you, your majesty.” Your messenger spoke, averting his gaze as he entered the room.
“Who is this guest?” You questioned, glancing at him.
“He said he’s a prince, should I tell him to wait in the—” he began before you interrupted him.
“Send him in.” You instructed.
“You want me to send him in? Now?” He asked incredulously.
“I don’t take kindly to repeating myself.” You answered evenly.
“Yes your majesty, sorrows.” He apologised before turning around and leaving.
You turned back towards the court painter, the silence resuming as he continued to paint you before you heard the door opening.
“Hello silvertongue.” You welcomed coyly as Loki stepped inside. His gaze darkened a shade as he took you in, laying sideways on the chaise lounge, nude, a thin layer of silk draped across your lower body shielding your modesty as you looked up at him.
“Y/n.” He greeted fondly, gaze meeting yours again as he stepped towards you before crouching down and taking your hand. “My queen.” He added, kissing the back of your hand before lowering it. You nodded chastely in reply as he stood again.
“And pray tell, how may I help you?” You queried.
“I’d prefer to speak in the absence of doting ears.” He answered, clearly gesturing to the other person in the room.
“Well you heard the man, he’s a prince” you turned to the court painter “make haste.” You ordered, flicking your wrist before the man scampered out. Turning back towards Loki, you picked up the grapes that were propped up in front of you. “Loki, would you like a grape?” You offered with a smile as you ate one. “I tend to grow quite peckish myself when posing for portraits” you spoke, eating another “and then these are just here, teasing me.” You snorted. Lifting one of your fingers, you gestured Loki closer before grabbing another grape with your free hand. Instead of crouching, Loki knelt in front of you as you fed him the grape with a wide smile on your face.
“How succulent” he complimented, looking deeply into your eyes once he finished the grape “a refreshing burst of sweetness.” He grinned.
“Now, away from flibbertigibbets, tell me what’s so important that you mustered up the dark energy needed to come here, surely it wasn’t just to pay me a visit.” You insisted.
“Can I not just simply visit you?” He answered bashfully.
“No.” You smiled as Loki stood up again.
“What’s so far-fetched about me coming here and paying a visit to the queen of a realm once promised to me?” Loki shot back, seemingly walking towards your unfinished portrait.
“What do you want?” You asked, smile falling.
“I remember when it used to only be me who painted you undraped, I was the only one you’d let see you so unclad” Loki reminisced as he looked at the painting “but I must admit, your court painter has done a splendid job at capturing your beauty y/n.”
“I could get him to paint you next, I’m sure he’ll be able to capture those sleepless nights under your eyes.” You snapped, sitting up as you pulled a silk robe around you.
“And she bites.” Loki smirked, turning towards you.
“Oh, I can do a lot more than just bite.” You answered, narrowing your gaze.
“Yes” he agreed “I seem to recall many of those sleepless nights were spent with you.”
“What do you want Loki?” You asked, looking up at him. Walking towards you, Loki stood in front of you, raising his hand to caress your cheek as he looked down into your eyes. Wordlessly, his thumb found your lips, circling them before he dragged his thumb down, your lips moving in the process before they were released, his thumb travelling lower. It ventured between the valley of your breasts and lower as Loki knelt back onto the floor.
“I find this more appropriate, a queen shouldn’t look up at a prince, especially not in her own realm.” He finally broke the silence.
“Even in a realm you insist you gifted me.” You spat.
“I did gift it to you.”
“I bested you.” You insisted.
“Did you?” He questioned, kissing one of your knees, lips travelling up your legs. Using one of his hands, Loki pushed them apart as he kissed your inner thighs. “Or did I let you win?”
Before you could even answer, your hands had curled into fists, fists that bored into the chaise lounge below you as you arched your back towards Loki, his name escaping your lips in a lewd moan. You moved further to the edge as Loki’s tongue ravished through your folds before his lips wrapped around your clit. One of your hands found the back of his head, fingers working through the knots in his hair as he suckled against your clit leaving you thoroughly pleasured.
“We are at war y/n.” He spoke between licks, not even lifting his head to speak.
“W-war?” You questioned, head thrown back with your eyes closed.
“Yes, a very real, a very merciless war.” He stated, lips smoothing over your clit as he spoke.
“And what can I do?” You asked, looking down at him. Without answering, Loki engulfed the bundle of nerves with his mouth again, making you moan out loud.
“There are two things” he began before you nodded “first, you could finish” he grinned, glancing up at you “refresh me with another burst of sweetness.”
“Loki” you sighed with rapture as he alternated between licking and sucking your clit. You could feel the pleasure swelling in your abdomen as he continued his victimless torture before your delight gushed out of you. Loki continued, slowly licking you until you pushed him away. Sitting back against the chaise, you tried to compose yourself as Loki stood. You closed your legs as you looked at him, wiping his face.
“And now I’m looking up at you again.” You noted.
“Secondly, I need your allegiance.” Loki answered seriously.
“My allegiance?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Was it not you who cursed me to an eternity by your side?”
“I simply saved your life.” He shrugged.
“Exactly, you saved my life. There’s no war where I fight against you Loki.” You assured as he crouched down again.
“Do you promise?”
“I promise” you nodded “do you want me to swear on it like when we were children?” You chuckled.
“Your word is enough.” He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. Turning your head, you captured Loki’s lips in a proper kiss, an uncouth one. It didn’t take long for him to join you on the chaise lounge, below you, holding you down against him as he lifted his hips, fucking up into you.
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megamindsecretlair · 1 month
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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 12
Chapter 11 Chapter 13
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. There's ANGST. Mentions of grief, violence and suicidal ideation (please seek help, it's never a light subject). Soft Loki.
Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An attack on the club affects everyone, you most of all.
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You and Loki ran towards the screaming. Your heart leapt in your throat. Was there no end to this bullshit? Your headache from earlier only increased tenfold. The shrill, loud screaming grated on your nerves. Working here was becoming a dangerous hazard. Once you found this blasted saboteur, you’d have to worry about people leaving this job. 
Responsibilities were starting to stack like those colorful block things Midgard children played with. The blocks would topple soon though. Some errant wind or careless leg would crash into it and bring the whole thing crashing down.
Would you survive it? 
The screaming was coming from the Helheim room. Patrons and performers were leaving the room, shrieking with a terror reserved for their worst nightmares. The entrance was surrounded by dark smoke but there were no alarms and the sprinklers weren’t on. Was it a fire?
You took a deep breath but didn’t feel anything burning. You attempted to enter, but Loki held you back. “I don’t like the way this looks,” he said. His calculating sapphire eyes took in the entrance and the people spilling out of it, but you didn’t see two of your performers. 
There was still so much screaming. You were not one to ignore it. You constructed two batons in your hands and rushed inside anyway with Loki calling after you.
The smoke was thick. Tangible in a way that let you know that magic was afoot. You called out for the staff members that were assigned to the room at the time. “Sweetie! Baby!” 
Yes, you knew the names were stupid. But Loki was terrible with names and it provided an extra layer of mystery for the patrons. Not to mention privacy. There were too many drunk tourists that you had to kick out for trying to get handsy with your wait staff. 
“Darling!” Loki called after you. You looked behind you but the smoke was too thick. Too cloying. You breathed it in and it was like sweet fog from a fog machine, except thicker and blacker. The dark decor in the room did little to help. The fog obscured everything. You couldn’t see two inches from your nose.
You coughed around the thick fog, grunting every few minutes as you ran into a table or a chair. You didn’t know how far you traveled into the room or where you were. “Call out!” You yelled. 
“Oh gods!” 
You turned to the sound. “Call out!” You yelled again. You moved to your right. If you only traveled a few feet in the room, you should be approaching the small bar area. Your stomach crashed into the corner and air whooshed out of you in a painful sigh. 
You clutched your stomach and dissolved one of the batons. You checked your stomach by feeling alone. It didn’t seem broken. And nothing cut you, you hoped.
“Darling!” Loki’s voice echoed. 
“Loki!” You yelled. 
You coughed. The fog in the room seemed to get thicker, crawling into every nook and cranny that you possessed. It went up your nose, down your throat. It burned your eyes. The coughing only got worse as you uselessly searched for your employees. 
Flashes of green light turned your attention to the far left side of the room. Whatever Loki was attempting, it did little to combat the fog. However, it was a beacon that you stumbled towards. You held out your hands to try and avoid obstacles or getting hurt in the process.
Screaming from outside of the room was still driving your headache up the wall. Everything hurt. Your heart, your head, your eyeballs. The green light continued to flicker every so often. The more you walked towards it, the more it bobbed away at the last moment. 
“Loki!” You called out.
“Darling!” Loki sounded like he was behind you, distant. The flickering green light was in front of you.
The fog must be playing tricks on you. You coughed, trying to clear it from your mouth but the chemical taste remained. “Loki!” 
The green light hovered mere feet away. You reached out your hand, prepared to grab a piece of Loki’s suit. An arm or Hel, you’d take a leg at this point. When your hand swiped through the light, Sweetie appeared. 
Her eyes glowed green, a twisted visage of anger. You screamed and tripped back, crashing over a chair, and falling into the ground with a painful thud. 
“Is this all the attention I’m worth, Loki?” Sweetie asked. Her voice sounded amplified as if she were speaking through the stereo system in the room. 
“I leave you clues to know who I am and yet all you concern yourself with is your pet?” Sweetie moved in an angry line, pacing back and forth like a warrior gearing up for a fight with a frost giant.
“Why the games? Why not reveal yourself?” You heard Loki but you didn’t see him. 
Another pair of glowing green eyes emerged from the dark fog. Baby. She joined Sweetie as they paced, of one mind and body. Similar to those jerks who attacked the club. 
“I want to see the look on your face when you figure it out. Until then, the fun must continue. But I will not be ignored!” Sweetie and Baby spoke in unison. It was creepy. It was wrong. 
Pain bloomed up your leg but you had to get up. You had to help. You got to your feet and limped towards your employees. “Sweetie!” You grabbed her hand and shook her, trying to get her attention. She had to still be in there.
Sweetie - or whoever was controlling Sweetie - tilted her head at you. Her hand came up to gently caress your cheek. 
“He will break you too,” she said, softly. 
“Sweetie, I know you’re in there. Fight it!” You yelled. You shook Sweetie but she remained stiff, strong, and unyielding. 
“It’s what he does. And you will help my revenge,” she said. The fuck was that supposed to mean? 
You moved around her, heading towards Baby. Either she closed her eyes or the entity left her because the green light went out and you could no longer see. You coughed and spread out your hands, waving your remaining baton. You didn’t want to hit either one, but maybe pain helped. 
A strong hand gripped your neck and you screamed, turning to bring your baton down. Thanos emerged from the fog, like a devilish mountain. He grinned, his purple face transforming into a satisfied smirk. 
He moved methodically around the space, illuminated by some inner glow to where you could see everything. Icy fear wrapped a bony hand around your heart and squeezed painfully. You stumbled away from Thanos.
Gold glinted off of his gauntlet. The monstrosity was half complete, filled with glowing rocks around the knuckles. “It should have been you,” he said, kindly. Patiently. You hated that most of all about him. The way he spoke as if this was some divine duty he had to perform and not the massacre it was. 
You couldn’t breathe. Combined with the thick fog, your head swam. The lack of oxygen made your steps falter. You backed away and couldn’t take your eyes off of Thanos. You tripped over something and fell hard on your ass. You patted the ground around you and clutched fabric.
The lump you tripped over felt like a body. A man by the feel of it. He wasn’t moving or breathing. Thanos continued his slow steps towards you. “It should have been you,” he said. 
Tears sprang to your eyes but did little to obscure his face. That terrible face that haunted your every waking moment. Your dreams. Your thoughts. Beside him, a figure emerged.
“No,” you gasped. Your friend, the one Thanos snapped away, stood beside Thanos as if she were his daughter. She leaned her head on his thick, protruding arm. 
“It should have been you instead of me,” she said. Her voice was just as you remembered. Clear and loud as a bell. Soft and feminine. She had thick ropes of dark hair, a small elven face, skin like butterscotch. She used to read those silly little pamphlets out loud to you while you walked to the playhouse. Gods, you missed the playhouse. You missed her.
Tears flowed freely now. You had thought of her so often, but her image had started to fade away. Asgard didn’t have those…camera things that Midgard had. There was no way to capture someone’s image except by painting their picture. 
Silly commonfolk like you and her didn’t have need for such things. Asgard seemed endless. Like a paradise in the universe. You had forever with her. Forever to live. And it was savagely ripped away. 
“It’s time to right that wrong,” Thanos said, bunching up his brow. He was so hideous. Disgusting. Hairless and cruel. 
“It’s time for you to die this time,” your best friend, Erian, said. Even thinking her name hurt. 
“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed. 
“Darling!” Loki’s voice was a distant buzz that faded too quickly. Your thoughts were wholly on Thanos and Erian walking beside him. 
You scooted along the floor. You knew better than to turn your back on an enemy but you flipped over and crawled along the floor. Your tears were a haunting, ugly thing leaking from your eyes. Snot dripped from your nose. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
“Look how she cowers. You’re a craven, rotten piece of trash,” Erian said. 
“I know,” you whispered. Your fingers gripped the disgusting floor as you pulled yourself towards the direction of the door. There was a faint, pale light there. Your head continued to swim. A painful throbbing made your eyes ache. Your throat burning from your mumblings and apologies and the thick fog. 
“Stop this, at once!” Loki’s voice was still too far away. You were alone. Alone. 
You would always be alone. You were too stupid, too weak, too desperate to do things right that it only turned out wrong. You couldn’t take care of your siblings. You couldn’t find your family. You couldn’t take care of the club and deduce who the saboteur was. You couldn’t get Loki to admit his feelings. And now Thanos has returned.
How did he find you? How did he know? Could he scent your uselessness across the galaxy? Had he realized his mistake? That he should have taken you and not Erian? 
You didn’t know what force propelled you forward. You longed to stop crawling. To let him take you. To let him trade your life for Erian’s. Still you moved forward. Cravens still had a tiny drive for self-preservation. Some ancient, deep knowledge in your bones told you to move forward and escape the danger.
Thanos’ taunting laugh made you shriek with fear. Your heart felt like it was going to shrivel in your chest. You didn’t have enough air to breathe let alone scream out for help. Who in the world would help you? 
Loki. Loki would help. 
All Loki cared about was himself. He was more interested in owning you, torturing you, than ever seeing you as a true partner. How could you think such a thing? That you were worthy of a god? 
You weren’t even worthy of the skin you occupied. “I’m sorry, Im sorry,” you cried. 
“Do you think I want your apology?” Erian asked. Her soft voice sounded wrong. Twisted. Cruel. 
Sobs wracked your body, making you shiver with fear. You didn’t want to be crushed under Thanos’ thumb. You thought you’d die doing something else. Perhaps in old age or in a fight. Perhaps by your own construct if anyone ever got the better of you. Not like this. Not like this.
Your thoughts were violently pulled back to the day on the ship when Thanos attacked. How his minions showed no mercy. No capability of the sort. Thor tried to fight but after dealing with Hela and Surtur, not to mention the total and complete destruction of your homeworld, he was powerless to stop him.
Thor, the golden Prince who summoned lightning, was powerless. It was laughable if it weren’t so sad. Loki attempted to fight him as well, going so far as to summon a knife to drive into Thanos’ neck. The gauntlet prevented him from doing so and Thanos blasted him against the ship’s hull, knocking him out. 
Thanos’ minions separated the rest of your people. You could smell the fear and despair in the air. There was misery and heartbreak aplenty. You clutched Erian’s hand in yours, desperate to stick together. 
You watched his minions shove people back and forth but they were paying more attention to the other side. You pushed Erian. You pushed for her to go to the other side so she would be safe. She cried and shook her head. You needed her to survive.
You tried to push your siblings as well but they clung to you instead. You tried to join Erian but there were too many hulking beings in your way. One such creature shoved you back to your side. Without warning, they turned their blasters to the opposite side and began firing.
“No!” Your scream only joined the ones on your side. The lucky ones. You watched Erian crumple into a heap on the floor and you screamed and you screamed and you screamed. 
You finally reached the entrance to the Helheim room and crawled out into the hallway. There were others there, lost in some kind of trance. Your staff’s eyes glowed green as they stalked through the halls.
The black smoke spread to the other rooms, invading like a malevolent parasite. People screamed and coughed. Pandemonium raced through the club as muzak played an upbeat song, mocking the current situation. 
“Coward,” Erian said.
“Pathetic,” Thanos said. 
You were a coward. You were pathetic. You were responsible for your best friend dying. You heard someone calling your name but you were useless. You crawled with no destination in mind as Thanos’ boots thundered behind you.
Didn’t anyone see him? Didn’t anyone hear them? Was that why everyone was screaming? Thanos’ minions must be in the club terrorizing your staff and patrons. No one would ever want to come here again. 
A keening whine left you. You cried and cried but there was no one to help. Nothing to do but wait for Thanos to catch up to you and finish what he started on that ship. 
Hands gripped your arms and tried to pull. You still had no air to scream. You fought whoever it was, fought to get away. If it was Erian, you didn’t want to go with her. She was free now. She could escape. 
“Darling, Darling,” you heard.
You were flipped over. Loki’s face swam in your eyes and you reeled away from him. “Loki, look out!” You yelled. Thanos hovered behind him. Thanos approached and smiled, bringing his gauntlet across his chest. 
“No! No! No! Not him! Take me!” You yelled with a raw, singed throat. You fought with Loki, fought to climb to your knees. 
“Darling, gods,” Loki breathed. He tried to hug you or press you to his chest. You fought him. You fought him with what little remaining strength you had left. 
“Take me! Take me! Take me!” You said, over and over. A prayer to the ancestors in Valhalla. You could not enter like this. Not dying feebly on the ground unwilling to protect yourself. You didn’t care. You’d spend eternity in Hel if it meant that Loki was alive and safe and whole. 
One of the stones on his gauntlet glowed a bright purple. Your head felt like it was being squeezed like a watermelon. You yelled, voice rough from overuse and passed out to the sound of Loki calling your name.
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Sound was the first to reach you. Soft murmuring that sounded like prayer roused you and you turned to the sound. If this was Hel, it was awfully cold. You made a noise. 
Gods, you hurt. All over. Your fingers especially.
“Darling,” you heard. 
Your mouth was dry. You smacked your lips trying to work up some saliva to clear it but it was still too scratchy and raw. “Cold,” you said.
A moment later, a blanket was draped over you. You sighed.
“Darling, open your eyes. Please.”
The only person who called you Darling was Loki. And he was safe on Midgard. If you heard his voice, that must mean he was dragged to Hel with you. Your consciousness swam to the surface, fighting to get to him. 
“Safe,” you mumbled. 
Loki gripped your hand and delicately kissed your fingers one by one. “Please,” he whispered.
You were trying. Your eyes were glued shut. You tried with all of your might and was able to crack one eye open. The crust in your eye pulled your eyelashes painfully but you persisted. 
Loki smiled softly. “Thank you, Mother,” he sighed against you. He leaned his head down towards your chest and rested his cheek against you. 
“What…”
“Shh, shh, you’re safe,” he said. He lifted his head and scooted closer to you. He looked haggard. Haunted. His eyes were sunken in, ringed in dark purple ridges from lack of sleep. He grasped your hand in his, rubbing his thumb softly against your skin. He leaned down and kissed your thumb. 
You searched his eyes. “Hel?” You asked.
He grinned. “No. You’re alive. You’re alive,” he sighed, relief flooding his tone. 
You bobbed your head and it swam, roiled. You dry heaved and Loki shushed you, rubbing your hand. He told you not to move, that you were safe and sound in his office. 
Tears gathered in your eyes. “Club?” 
Loki used his other hand to gently wipe away your tears. “No one’s dead. The club stands. Figures you would be more worried about that than yourself,” he said. 
His voice was soothing, working to bring you more and more to the present. You looked down at your combined hands. He was pale and practically shaking. 
“Loki?” You rasped. 
“You fucking scared me, Darling,” he breathed against your hand. 
You licked your lips and groaned at how dry they were. What the hell happened? Sleep tugged at you however, your body too stiff and achy to deal with the present. 
“Sleep, Darling. I will be here when you wake,” he said.
“Mkay,” you mumbled. Sleep claiming you once more. 
The second time around, you were able to wake up with less difficulty. True to his word, Loki sat on the floor by his couch. His dark hair was disheveled and plastered all over his face. His suit was dusty and chalky as if he walked through plaster. 
He rested his cheek against the couch cushion, still holding your hand. This couldn’t have been comfortable for him. You watched him anyway before you woke him up. He looked like he needed sleep. 
You wanted to reach out and brush his hair from his face. Even the thought of moving hurt. Gods, you ached. 
As if Loki sensed your desire to move, he slowly blinked his eyes open. He smiled when his gaze connected with yours. 
“How are you feeling?” Loki asked.
“Like Hel spat me back out,” you croaked.
Loki laughed and kissed your hand. “Everyone is safe. The club is safe,” he said, already knowing the direction of your thoughts.
“What happened?” You asked.
Loki took a deep breath and told you about the fog that induced fear. Whatever you saw, whatever you heard, it was a hallucination. The fog affected everyone. Loki sent them home until further notice. Loki caught the shiver that ran through you at the mention of what you saw. Thanos was just an illusion? 
“I won’t ask what you saw. But you kept screaming for them to take you. What did you mean?” 
You took a deep breath and rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. “I didn’t want them to take you,” you said softly. You avoided looking at him. Loki scooted closer to you and gently raised your chin to look him in the eye.
“Hallucination or not, you will never, ever, trade your life for mine. Do you understand me?” Loki asked. His voice was gentle but his tone was harsh. His eyes pleaded with you, demanding that you understand him. 
“I can’t make that promise,” you said. Tears gathered in your eyes. When it came down to it, you would always choose him. It was stupid and girlish and you really ought to have more self-respect. “I love you too much to ever live without you.” 
Loki’s eyes widened a fraction. His nostrils flared. “You don’t know–”
“This isn’t because I almost died or got hurt. I’m telling you I love you because I do. You drive me up the fucking wall and sometimes I wanna murder you myself, but I know what I’m saying.” 
Loki placed soft lips to your hand and held that position for a long time. So long that you worried that he was trying to gather courage to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way. That these past five years were no more than a game to him. A cat playing with its favorite toy. 
Loki looked back up at you, eyes blazing. “I love you,” he said and called your name. “I love you and you’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”
“You don’t have to say it–”
“I’m not saying it because you did. I’ve always been drawn to you, Darling. I prayed to Frigga, to…my mother. I prayed that if she let you wake up, if she let you return to me, then I would earn you. I would tell you anything you wanted to know, do anything you asked of me. Even if you asked me to leave you alone,” he said. 
“I shouldn’t have given you the ultimatum,” you said. 
“No, you were right to. I was a coward and selfish. I like the way you look at me. If I told you about Thor, I’d have to tell you all of it. And I can weather many things, Darling. Your pity is not one of them.” 
“Loki…”
“And I would rather you look at me with pity than never look at me at all.” He took a deep breath and smiled briefly. “I will tell you what happened with Thor.”
You licked your lips, at a loss. Your curiosity about it was winning against your need to assure him that you were not entitled to his secrets. You opened your mouth to tell him that; it was the right thing to do but he squeezed your hand. 
“Please. I have a vow to uphold and I want to.” 
You nodded. You weren’t going to stop him and you really were dying to know the story there. Why he snapped at you like that and looked at his brother as if he wanted to jump into the nearest black hole. 
“Thor and I didn’t leave Sakaar on the best of terms. We were always at each other’s throats growing up. Hundreds of years of resentment. I hated him when he was sent to Midgard. So pathetic. So weak. And he still managed to find happiness. It was like no matter what, the sun shined on Thor and left me it’s cold embrace.”
“We agreed to go our separate ways, in fact I tried to trick him one last time. Leave him there and escape. Make him suffer at least in some small way. For him to feel what it was like to be me for once: hopeless. We managed to leave together only to come home and deal with our sister. You know the rest.”
“Something changed with him after Thanos. He broke.” Loki shook his head as if he just realized that the word described Thor perfectly. After what you saw, you’d say it was accurate. Thor had always been loud and boisterous. The life of the party. He managed to make friends easily and make everyone feel included. He was bright. In your face.
When everyone’s eyes were drawn to him, your eyes were on Loki. On how his smile didn’t match his eyes. It seemed like the brighter Thor shone, the more Loki was forced to the shadows. Forced to move aside and make room. You knew what that was like. Your heart called out to him before he knew you existed, no matter what he said. 
Seeing Thor reduced to the town drunk, overweight, and likely depressed was horrible to watch from afar. Loki saw it up close. Felt like he had a hand in it. It hurt you to think that Loki had been carrying this by himself for so long.
“We settled here and I checked on Thor every week. But there’s too much bad blood between us. We fought, over and over. And he got worse and worse. I still show up, but Thor…let’s say it hasn’t gotten better these past five years. I wanted him to suffer but I never wanted him to break. Never. I never wished that.” 
“I believe you. But Loki, it doesn’t sound like you had anything to do with how he’s feeling now.”
“Don’t try to make me feel better about this. I’ve earned this guilt and I’ve got to make amends on my own,” he said. 
You rubbed his hand in yours. “I don’t pity you, Loki. I’m proud of you.” 
Loki tilted his head, the question hovering in his blue eyes. You smiled at him. 
“It takes a brave person to admit what you did. And braver still to face it head on week after week,” you said.
Loki sighed and shook his head. “You continue to surprise me, Darling,” he said.
You took a deep breath. “Since we’re in a sharing mood…”
You told him about Erian. You told him that even in paradise you felt lonely. Abandoned. You had family but felt like the odd sheep out. Erian helped. She was the only one who didn’t judge you for your permanent state of melancholy. She didn’t try to fix it with parties, ale, or a man. You worked in the dye house, dyeing fabrics for the palace. 
The one vice you had was visiting the playhouse. Hearing and seeing magnificent plays by brilliant writers. You told him that you thought his play was hilarious. He smiled at that. 
You told him how you pushed Erian to go to the other side to be safe. You thought your side was going to get killed. Erian’s bright light deserved to keep going on, not your black mood. 
But you only pushed her to her death. You watched as you got your best friend killed. The only one who saw you. Loved you despite your mood swings. 
“Darling,” Loki said.
“Aht, aht. I can’t make you feel better about yours so you can’t make me feel better about mine. I’ve earned this guilt,” you said. 
Throwing his words back in his face made him roll his eyes and smile. He sighed and looked at you, content to just see you. Really see you. 
“We are two fools, you and I,” he said.
“Two fools trying,” you said and smiled.
“For a night of confessions, I have one more.” He took a deep breath. You rubbed his hand and looked at him. Whatever it was, you truly felt like you could get through it together. 
“I know who the saboteur is now.”
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Warnings: 18+ smut, hand job and clit stimulation with a shower head
Word count: 1.023 words
Summary: Loki helping you relax in a bath after a stressful day.
Focus Stepping into the bathroom the warm steam greeted you. The humid air felt like a comfortable blanket that was draped around your skin. Inhaling deeply, the warm air travelled through your nose to your lungs. Closing your eyes you focused on the feeling. Rolling your shoulders widely back, hoping the muscles in your neck would relax a little bit.
The lavender smell engulfed you completely. It reminded you of the spring when everything was in bloom and you were greeted by sunrays in the morning, instead of the pitch black darkness in the winter. The mornings where you slept in and Loki would already have your coffee waiting for you on the kitchen counter. Silently joining him on the couch, starting your day in a robe doing a crossword puzzle, while he read a book. Somehow shifting so that at least one would lean into the other. Those moments, that scent, it meant happiness to you.
Those two familiar hands rested on your shoulders from behind you. Your hair was pulled sideways, while his lips softly placed one kiss on your neck.
‘You shouldn’t work so hard’ he told you.
‘But I like my work’ you complained. ‘Most of the times’ you added.
‘Maybe you should work more from home, that way I can make sure you relax during your break’ he whispered in your ear.
You chuckled at his suggestion. ‘We all know that I would get no work done with your around’
‘But you would be relaxed’ he countered. His hands slowly undid the robe you were wearing to cover yourself up. The robe slid from you shoulders and fell down on the ground. You opened your eyes when two arms wrapped around your middle from behind. You could feel his naked chest against your back. He was taller than you, he laid his chin on your head. You could feel the ends of his hair tickle you a little.
‘Now get your ass in the bath, because there are a lot of other tempting things to do with your right now’ he moved you towards the bath, not letting go of you.
He extended his hand, preventing you from slipping while getting in the bath. You moved a little to make room for him behind you. Two legs on either side, you laid back down with your head on his chest. He let you close your eyes for a few minutes, while you still breathed in the scent of lavender deeply.
He gently pushed your back a little off of him. Giving his hands access to your shoulders and back, working their magic. Loki started to massage every soar spot that kept you up last night, easily making the tension leave your body. After a few minutes, you let your head hang back and started to moan with his movements.
Loki was meanwhile whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You slowly put your hand behind your back and felt his hardened cock. You grabbed it. ‘Darling you don’t have to..’
You started to pump up and down in a leisurely pace. ‘Fuck’ he moaned while pushing his hips upwards, trying to get you to move your hand up and down faster. He started to put more pressure in his massage, his breathing quickened and you could hear him mutter under his breath.
‘I’m not going to last long’ he sighed. A sign for you to quicken your pace a little, making him whine and tell you over and over again how close he was getting. While reaching his high, he stopped massaging you and grunted your name loudly. You could feel his body tense up, before relaxing and slumping against the edge of the tub.
He took a few deep breaths, and pulled you towards his chest. ‘This was supposed to be about you’ he scolded you.
‘Just my way of saying thank you’ you innocently answered. ‘Don’t you like to be thanked like that?’ you added.
‘Hmm, cheeky girl’ he mused. ‘But let me return the favour at least’
His arm snaked around your middle, keeping you in an iron grip against him. With his other hand he had already grabbed the shower head next to the faucet. He put it on and pulled the shower head under water. The sudden water pressure against your clit had you tense up.
‘Loki, I don’t..’ you started, thinking you were too much in your own head to be able to come tonight.
‘Sshh, just trust me and relax. Empty that pretty little head of yours, and only focus on the way the stream feels’ he shushed you.
Closing your eyes, you tried to relax a little. Taking a deep breath you laid back down relaxed in his embrace. He slowly started play with the pressure, but alternating the distance of the stream against your clit. Slowly moving the shower head, making the stream alternate it pressure points on your clit. He had you panting in mere minutes and you felt your orgasm quickly approach you.
‘You are gorgeous right before you come’ he said. You head was back against his shoulder, you were breathing through an open mouth, while your eyes still remained shut.
‘Loki, I-‘ you moaned.
‘Just focus and let it happen’ he said.
The pressure was building, and suddenly you felt a familiar relaxing feeling spreading in your legs. Your whole body just ceased to exist for a second. A feeling of release was spreading through you. Loki kept the shower head on your clit a little while longer, prolonging the feeling of relaxation for as long as he could. Right before it would get too sensitive he pulled the shower head away and turned it off.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asked.
‘Better’ you whispered, still in the daze of your orgasm. You laid in his arms, while he was caressing your skin.
‘Good’ he said.
‘Do you mind if we go to bed, so I can snuggle against your chest some more?’ you felt almost too shy to ask.
‘Anything for you, love’ he said. ‘And the next time you feel stressed, just let me know’
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