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chocolatechipkiki · 9 months

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Say My Name

Loki x Fem!Reader

W/C: 3,113

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲), 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐕 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, "𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜" (𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨…

Soapy water splashes across your hands as you swirl the blue sponge around the dirty plate. Your hips sway to the beat of the song playing in your headphones, and you sing along to the lyrics quietly as you continue washing the last of the dishes. Surprisingly enough, chore time is one of your favorite parts of the day, because you get to dance around and sing and get into such a groove that you forget that you're even doing chores.

Once you place the last dish into the dishwasher, you start it up and bring the damp sponge around your countertops, scraping away any remaining crumbs from making your dinner earlier. You continue jamming out to your music as you grab the broom and pretend to use it as a microphone, swinging your head from side to side and acting as if you're performing in front of an audience.

You giggle to yourself as you sweep your kitchen, finally finishing the last of your cleaning routine. Your heart beats a little faster as you realize what that means - bedtime! Your favorite part of your day.

Your friends would poke fun at how much you enjoyed going to bed. They would tease the idea of why you enjoyed it so much with big imaginations, which would always succeed in bringing a blush to your cheeks. They may have been joking but they were always spot on as to why you wanted to go to bed.

It meant personal time. You time.

You first noticed how much you needed release at the end of your days when you were still younger and curious. Then, you were still ashamed of yourself for wanting it, but now you embraced it. Your fantasies ranged from lighthearted, vanilla reveries with random people you found attractive throughout your day to sultry, erotic daydreams with people you shouldn't think of like that.

But recently you had come across an idea from a book you were reading in your free time. It spoke of rituals performed by ancient civilizations to enhance sex. Your interest piqued and you had taken to the internet to learn more. Much to your surprise, the world had a lot to offer you in the knowledge of sex magic - and you had become particularly fond of one god in particular to pray to during your little sessions.

The first time you whispered his name while your hands roamed your body, you hadn't felt much different. Nothing seemed to change, and your release was more or less the same. The second time revealed the same outcome. So had the third.

But it was the fourth time, when your hands trailed down to your core slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake, that you had whispered his name and felt a rush of excitement flow through you that you'd never felt before. It was like your senses had been dialed past sensitive, and every single thing you felt became more noticeable - the bedsheets beneath you, the cool air surrounding you, the change in your breath as your fingers finally grazed your folds. You had also sworn you felt something brush your ear that night while you moaned his name out to your ceiling, but you didn't know if it was just your heightened senses making your hair more noticeable or if something - or someone - was there. But when you had opened your eyes to investigate, your room was exactly how it was when you had started - empty.

Now, you try to calm your excitement as you wander to your bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth so you can go straight to sleep once you finish. You close your bedroom door behind you afterwards, and begin to strip your clothes, barely able to conceal your excitement anymore. You light one of your candlesticks and then use it to light the others around your room. Then you slide onto your bed and focus your breathing down to a slow, rhythmic pace.

You imagine the god you were praying to for the past few nights in your head. His tall, chiseled body towering over you. His strong hands caressing your soft skin. His blue eyes staring down into yours with lustful mischief. Once you have a strong vision, you begin your prayer.

"Loki..." you whisper, sliding your hands up your thighs slowly, imagining them being his own. "Please, bless me with your presence tonight..." Your hands reach your stomach, twisting and continuing up to your breasts, flicking your nipples with slight urgency as your excitement builds. "I beg you, Loki, make me feel... amazing..."

For a moment, nothing happens, and you wonder if maybe your last night was nothing more than a fluke. You could have just been on the right day of your cycle, or eaten something in particular that heightened your arousal.

Disheartened, you huff. Surely you could still find release without the same feelings as the night before? It wouldn't exactly be hard, you've been doing this for years. You decide to revel in the fantasy of Loki being here anyways, and after a few moments, your fingers are swirling perfect circles around your clit with urgency. You know how to get yourself there - you learned very quickly what did and didn't feel great. You say his name, calling out to your ceiling in the dim lighting. But for some reason, you can't. Quite. Get. There.

After your third time of getting oh so close but losing the building feeling quickly, something like a desperate whine leaves your lips.

"Oh, it burns you, does it not?" a deep voice asks from your bedside. Your hands flinch up from your needy core and your eyes shoot open, landing on a tall, shadowed man standing beside your bed with a smirk upon his lips.

You should be screaming. Slipping out of your bed and making a run for your phone that you stupidly left in the bathroom in your eagerness. Asking him who he was. How he got in your apartment. Anything. But for some reason, you feel absolutely frozen, staring up into blue eyes that seem almost... familiar.

"L-Loki?" you whisper, and the shadow lets out a low chuckle.

"So she speaks," he says. He stalks around your bed now with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes roaming your still-naked body out and on display in the candlelight. You self consciously press your thighs together, which brings another chuckle from Loki, now on the opposite side of your bed. "Nervous, are we?" he asks, reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair from your face. You flinch at the contact - not because of fear, but because it almost felt like lightning shot through your skin where he touched you.

"W-Wha-" you begin, wanting to ask what he could possibly be doing in your room, of all places. You hadn't even known he was real, let alone that he could hear prayers. But he cuts you off by pressing his finger to your lips and shushing you gently.

"Oh, starlight, you've got so many questions running through that pretty little head of yours," he says. "Need not worry yourself with those now. We both know it doesn't matter."

Your brows furrow together at his comment, causing him to straighten his back, retreating from you and narrowing his eyes. "Oh, so you choose to feign innocence in the wake of my presence?" he asks. Your unwavering expression of confusion makes him smirk again. He walks away from your bed and to one of your bookshelves. He pulls out a particularly pretty-covered one, tracing the title slowly with his long index finger. "You've been wanting me to show up, darling. That's why you pray to me, each night when you plunge your fingers into that tight little cunt of yours." He places the book back into its place and turns back to face you. "You can claim innocence, you're nothing but a filthy little whore, aren't you?"

Heat rises to your cheeks suddenly as you struggle to process his words. The past few nights that you had been praying to Loki, lust-filled voice calling up to your ceiling and hands pleasuring where you wanted it most, he had been listening, watching even. He knew you were praying to him. He responded to you last night, when everything felt different. That was him. He made you sensitive to every little thing going on. He had brushed your ear, probably doing exactly what he had just done now - tucking a strand of your hair away from your face.

Your eyes finally refocus on his blue ones, trying to find the words to defend yourself. But before you can manage even a single syllable, he disappears and reappears on top of your body, forcing his leg between your thighs and pinning each of your wrists beside your head. "You're clearly inexperienced in the art of sex magic. So I'll let you in on a little rule that you broke, sweetling."

His breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're not supposed to come until the deity you're praying to allows you to do so. And how many times have you come undone at the thought of me, hm?" A shiver runs right down your spine and decides to settle in your stomach as your heart thrums rapidly in your chest. How many times had it been? Easily a couple dozen, and mostly from just the prior night, as your heightened senses had made it easier to go for another round nearly immediately after a climax. Loki snickers in your ear, almost as if he heard your thoughts.

"Oh, how most certainly unfortunate this will be for you, my sweet," he says, leaning back up to look into your eyes with lust. "I guess you'll have to make it up to me."

Without giving you a moment to process your thoughts about the matter, Loki presses his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency you didn't know a god could possess. He forces his tongue inside your mouth and explores with curiosity, pressing his body to yours.

You're completely pinned to the bed underneath him, unable to move. His leg presses into your cunt, causing friction on your swollen nub. You find your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth kissing him back, and before you know it, a deep moan rumbles in your chest. How long has it been since a kiss felt this good to you? How long has it been since you have messed around with someone else? Even with the heightened senses of last night clear in your memory, it still hadn't felt this good. You could come alone from the friction and the heat of this kiss if it wasn't for the fact that he pulls away to look into your eyes once more.

A shy whine sounds from your throat, and Loki's kiss-swollen lips quirk up into the same smirk as before. "I was right, you are a little slut for me," he says, sitting up and pulling his dark green tunic up and over his head. Your eyes wander over his bare upper half with lustful eyes. You spent the past week imagining this body, but none of your wildest fantasies even compare to the masterpiece before you now. You reach out and trace a finger down his torso, much to his surprise. His head falls back as a groan rumbles in his chest. You continue to trail your finger down, down, until you reach the waistband of his pants, and he quickly snatches your wrist up in his hand. "Patience, sweet thing," he growls, pushing you back to the bed and crawling backwards on the bed until his head is level with your thighs.

You watch on with eagerness, forgetting completely about his words from before. His blue eyes look almost predatory as he stares at your body, leaning down and nipping at your thigh. You suck in a breath through your teeth, and your hips buck forward slightly. He places a hand firmly on your abdomen, warning you with his eyes to keep still. You try to (you really do), but every time his teeth catch the skin of your thighs, you jolt. You're sensitivity is going to get you in trouble.

But right when you think you can't take it anymore, he slides his index finger gently up your folds, making you shiver and squeak in delight. "You're already so wet, and I've barely done a thing," he says, bringing the finger to his mouth and licking your slick from it. The lasciviousness of the sight makes you throw your head back onto the pillow. He just looks so... divine. The picture of sexual nature. The perfect being of desire alone. He makes a sound very similar to when someone takes the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. It makes your cheeks heat up.

"Staring is rude," Loki says, smirking at you and now undoing his pants. He shifts on the bed again and your heart drums excitedly in your chest despite his comment. You're overcome with the desire to have him fill you completely, and as if sensing your sudden eagerness for him, he slows his movements to a teasing pace. His eyes stare at your body hungrily as he waves his hand. You watch in awe as a shimmer of green flows from his fingertips.

But when you go to shift and get a better look, you realize that you can't move. Your arms are restrained by some invisible force above your head. Loki snickers as he watches the confusion on your face. "Oh dearest pet, your innocence in the matter of magic is quite entertaining," he says. In one quick movement, he spreads your legs and aligns his cock with your dripping core. "But if you don't mind, I would much rather be making you scream my name." And with that, he shoves his entire length into you, making you throw your head back and let out a slightly pained sound. But the jolt of pain is quickly replaced by the feeling of pleasure, and your breath heaves in time with his. Your walls stretch to accommodate his rather sizeable member, and he seems to be relishing in the feeling of simply being inside you.

You desire to touch him - to run your fingers through his dark strands and dig your nails into his back. But with the restraints holding your arms up above you, all you can do is stare and admire the feeling of him. He feels your eyes on him and looks up finally to meet them. Something absolutely primal fills his expanded pupils, and your body seems to react by mirroring it.

Every little twitch of his still cock inside your walls sends a flurry of butterfly-like pleasure through your body. You can smell your arousal, his thin layer of sweat, the candles you lit. Every single thread of the silk bedsheets beneath your skin is giving you goosebumps, and you can hear Loki's shuddery breath perfectly.

He did it again. He heightened your senses.

"Listen, pet," Loki starts, and his voice sends another shiver down your spine. "Do not come until I tell you to, or I promise, you won't like the consequences that follow."

He pulls away from you just enough that the red tip of his cock rests just inside you, and then without warning, he begins a dreadfully leisurely pace of fucking you. You moan out despite the slow thrusts, but feel panic in your chest as you realize that you're already so close. "L-Loki-" you whine, not really knowing what else to do.

"Ah, ah, my sweet. I told you that you would be making it up to me. But maybe if you're a good little fucktoy for me, I'll let you come eventually," he says, picking up his pace. You bite the inside of your cheek and pull against the restraints desperately. You don't know how you'll be able to keep yourself from climaxing when this just feels so good.

Loki lifts one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, positioning himself to hit your g-spot, and you swear you're seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling. He moans out now with you, planting feverish kisses to your thigh as he continues to quicken his pace.

"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Revel in the feeling of nothing else but me. Fill your senses with me. Say my name," Loki says between shuddery breaths. You barely hear him over the sounds of your moans and the provocative slaps of skin on skin.

"Lokiii," you moan, and he seems dissatisfied.

"I said, say my name," he repeats.

"L-Loki!" you say louder. He groans and throws his head back.

"Say my name!" he growls as he chases his climax.

"LOKI!" you practically scream as he pounds into you. You feel your vision going blurry with the effort you're putting in to not come undone. Loki's raven hair is falling from it's neat slick backed place and his thrusts get sloppy.

"Go ahead, precious. Come for me," he says. He barely finishes the words before you scream out, your eyes seemingly blacking out as your climax crashes over you with such ferocity that you can barely breathe. His own quickly follows, pounding into you relentlessly and whispering praises the entire time as he fills you with his hot seed.

You don't regain your sight until he pulls his softening cock from you, chest still heaving from the intensity of his undoing. He brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and flashing you a cocky grin. He climbs back over you, his eyes still filled with desire. Genuine fear makes your blood run cold.

How could he possibly still be aroused after that?

"You did so well for me," he says, placing a finger beneath your chin. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, studying your exhausted face with curiosity. Suddenly, he grabs your chin assertively. "You're mine now, pet. Do you understand?" You nod to the best of your ability. "Words, darling."

"I-I understand," you stutter out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes before.

"Good. Now flip over and put your pretty little ass in the air for me. I'm not done with you yet."

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multiversediaries · 8 months

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loki laufeyson

key:

✵ (contains smut and/or is smut)

❀ (fluff)

☹ (angst)

— "hurts, doesn’t it? being lied to. being told you’re one thing and then learning it’s all a fiction.”

god of mischief indeed ☹

↳ you would’ve never thought this was what loki said about you when you weren’t around.

#loki marvel #loki laufeyson x y/n #mcu loki #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #loki masterlist

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ladychota · 9 months

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~Masterlist~

Requests are open! (No smut sorry)

Loki Oneshots:

Heartbeat - 2.5k words Summary - You watched Loki die in your arms.

What You'd Do - 900 words Summary - Loki's been spiking your tea with a love potion.

The Avengers Will Fall - 3.5k words Summary - After being captured by Hydra and imprisoned there for years, you're filled with anger at the Avengers and your own fiancé for leaving you behind. When the perfect opportunity arises for you to escape confinement, you seek them out in search of revenge.

Terrified - 1k words Summary - Loki wakes up after one of his nightmares distraught.

I Don't Need You - 1.1k words Summary - Loki wonders why Y/n keeps coming down to the dungeons to see him.

Remember It All - 1.2k words Summary - Y/n is working at the coffee shop with MJ when a mysterious visitor arrives to order drinks.

All Good Things - 1.3k words (request) Summary - Loki invites Y/n to his place for a date.

Memories - 900 words Summary - After getting drunk, Y/n seeks out the person she misses most.

Masked Love - 1.2k words Summary - You attend an Asgardian masquerade ball and meet a man who immediately piques your interest.

I Missed You - 850 words Summary - The Avengers leave for a mission, leaving you and Loki alone in the compound to do whatever you want... but something unexpected happens.

Run - 1.4k words Summary - Loki's past actions have finally caught up with him.

Just Drawing - 650 words (request) Summary - You and Loki settle down to do some drawing.

Come Home - 1.1k words Part 2 Summary - Y/n left Loki to keep him safe and prevent him from getting hurt, but her actions had the opposite effect.

I'm Fine - 2.3k words (request) Summary - Loki's been avoiding Y/n after a mission and she wants to know why.

#masterlist #loki x reader #loki masterlist #loki x y/n #marvel #marvel masterlist

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jiyascepter · 13 days

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Fanfiction Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist! You can find all the stuff I have written under the cut. Warnings have been provided in the fics separately.

➳ The top fics are the recent ones and as you go down the list you'll find the early stuff :)

➳ Want to be added to my taglist for fanfics? Tell me in the comments/dm/asks etc or just click here! And lmk if you want to be removed!

➳ My AO3

TO BE UPDATED AS I POST MORE STORIES !

Fluff: ☁️ | Angst: ❄ | Smut: ✦ | (s): suggestive

Midgard Mischief: An Evening In New York: ☁️ [Loki x gn!reader] Loki's first trip to the Earth realm. You take him for an evening out in New York where his protective instincts surface.

Subtle Seduction: ☁️ (s): ✦ [Loki x f!reader] Loki's seducing words and caresses before a party.

The Birthday Surprise: ✦ [Loki x f!reader] When a birthday girl cancels her party with the Avengers, she finds herself unexpectedly visited by the God of Mischief, who uncovers her deception and offers her a different kind of celebration.

A Carnival Serenade: ☁️ [Loki x f!reader] A cheerful reader drags reluctant Loki into the chaos of a city carnival. Amidst cotton candy clouds, carnival games, and a spontaneous photo booth moment, unexpected sparks of affection and mischief intertwine, revealing that Loki has more to him under his stoic exterior.

Embracing Radiance: ☁️ ❄ [Loki x gn! reader] Loki becomes a source of strength and love for the reader who faces body-shaming at work. Through tender affirmations and intimate kisses, Loki proves that beauty is all about embracing their unique radiance.

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those-late-night-feels · 1 year

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Right Place, Right Time

Part 1

Summary: When Loki saves your daughter, the bond you start to form takes you both by surprise.

Warnings: Slow burn, near death experience.

A/N: Readers, your feedback is always appreciated. As a mother, I wanted to play around with how a relationship could develop in that scenario. More to come.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The first time your heart skipped a beat because of him, there was no warning. In fact, your heart had been pounding incessantly and the jolt you felt was like a heart attack. Distracted, running along the sidewalk chasing after a toddler who thought running away from mommy was a new game, even though you'd sat her down multiple times to explain that it was not a fun game for mommy. One minute you watched as she ran out of the playground, the next you had face planted, tripping over the broken sidewalk as she made her way closer and closer to the busy intersection.

"Someone help!" you yelled, pointing to your little girl. Startled, two men on the corner turned toward your cry, and then to the toddler next to them who had just stepped off the curb. It felt like your soul left your body as you watched the bus barrel down the road in slow motion, one man running in front of the child to stop the bus, the other clutching the little one just in time and bringing her over to you.

Sobbing and shaking, your eyes were only on her, your pride and joy, wiping your cheeks from tears you didn't know escaped.

"Sara, you gave mommy such a scare," you shakily said in between sniffs, arms out, taking your little girl from the man holding her as the other man approached. Your mind was clouded and when you turned to the blonde man to thank them both incessantly, you did a double take. “You’re…you’re…”

“Thor, and this is my brother Loki," he said with a smile, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder. "And we’re happy to have been of assistance. You certainly have your hands full.”

Adjusting the squirmy toddler in your arms, you directed your eyes up to the taller man. He prepared himself for a scream, for an angry shove, for any sort of reaction at all. But you took him by surprise, giving a nervous huff and grabbing his hand.

“It's nice to meet you both. And thank you.” Your eyebrows crinkled in earnestness as he nodded. It felt incredibly silly thinking how gorgeous he was after what you just went through, with other-worldly eyes and deep cheekbones, and his brother interrupted your thoughts. “We do need to get back, will you be ok?” You turned to Thor, shaking your head at your own silliness. Of course, they probably had incredibly important things to attend to.

“Oh yes, we'll be fine. Thank you, again.” Loki slipped his hand from yours, but not before squeezing it in return and giving you the briefest of an understanding look.

They disappeared, and you thought that would be the last time you ever saw the avenger and his alluring brother.

The second time he made your heart flutter, it had been months later and you hadn't thought about him for weeks. The fantasy of the mysterious god was exciting for a time, but the reality of a full-time job and single motherhood made you forget those frivolous thoughts. Weaving through the congested New York crowds, you'd almost passed by him without realizing it, but something in the back of your mind told you to look back.

"Loki?" He turned mid-stride, not placing you immediately, but when the recognition hit, it was evident on his face. "You're back."

He smiled warmly as you adjusted your shoulder bag. "I, uh, didn't get a chance to thank you properly for saving my daughter. Could I, um, buy you a coffee?"

He was quiet while studying your face. Did you have an ulterior motive? He didn't think so. And just when you thought he might not have heard you, he replied, "Yes, I'd like that."

The little cafe around the corner had French bistro chairs and softly played Pink Martini on repeat. Sitting at a table in the corner by the window, a latte for you and a black tea for him, you talked incessantly about yourself, your daughter, your job, while he sat there quietly listening, sipping his tea. A little embarrassed that you had just rambled on and on like a nervous teenager, you drew circles on the rim of your coffee cup. "You don't talk much, do you?"

He chuckled to himself, your words amusing him. "I like listening to you."

Your face turned pink as you looked at your hands, the remnants of your latte sitting at the bottom. "Are you staying here for a while? On earth?"

"For a while, yes."

Nodding, you quietly said, "Good."

He tilted his head upon hearing you. "You might be the only Midgardian to think that."

You shrugged your shoulders in response, not knowing what to say. You weren't dumb, you knew exactly who he was, what he had done, had watched in horror the aftermath of the destruction on TV. The glares, the whispers of others, they weren't subtle. But you also knew he was trying to make amends for his mistakes.

"It's getting late. I need to pick up Sara from daycare."

Adjusting your bag, the two of you walked toward the door. He held it open for you to pass by, taking in his intoxicatingly warm scent. Pausing on the busy sidewalk, you turned toward him. "Um, I know this is kind of silly, but Sara's birthday is next weekend and we're celebrating at that park. If…if you aren't busy…"

His smile was kind and genuine. Were you really asking Loki, god of mischief, to your child's birthday party? But he said thank you, and as you said goodbye you felt his fingertips brush against yours.

The third time your heart fluttered, you hadn't actually expected him to show up to your little girl's birthday party, but a small part of you had hoped, just maybe. Sara was full of smiles, playing on the jungle gym with neighbor kids and snacking on strawberries and pretzel sticks. The squeals of delight when she unwrapped a present and pulled out a mermaid Barbie warmed your heart, exactly what she had wanted. It was thrilling as a mother to hear those happy sounds, see her smiling face on her day and it was a good distraction from wondering if a certain someone would show up. But as you sang "Happy Birthday" and helped her blow out the few candles, the thought gnawing at the back of your mind was that he wasn't going to show. And while you felt the disappointment in the pit of your stomach, it was the nagging thought you had completely embarrassed yourself that truly bothered you. Why in the world had you invited Loki, an ancient god of the universe, the brother of Thor, to your daughter's birthday party? You groaned at the idiocy of it, imagining how he must have been so amused by you, a simple mortal in awe of the Asgardian god. Sighing, you cut slices of birthday cake, handing them out to guests. Holding a forkful of the frosted vanilla cake, you paused mid-bite as clouds rolled in and turned dark. The weather app hadn't mentioned a possible storm. First, there was rumbling thunder, and then the clouds opened up and hundreds of aliens flew out from the opening in the sky.

"Sara…" you called out in warning, picking her up from the picnic table and walking backwards from the activity in front of you. Lasers began to emit from them and your heart thumped in your chest. We need to get out of here. We need to hide.

You turned to run towards the entrance of the park, Sara covering her ears and starting to cry, when you heard your name. Looking up, you saw Loki dressed in a full green and black leather ensemble, running up to you. "What…what's going on?"

"Come with me," he said and grabbed your hand. Clutching on to Sara, the two of you weaved through panicked crowds. Don't let go of his hand!

He dodged falling objects, swerved through oncoming traffic, all while keeping you close. Your legs burned, your feet started to rub raw, but you kept with his pace.

“Only a little farther, darling,” he yelled over his shoulder. “You’re doing great.”

You couldn’t get a word in to reply, your lungs burned and your throat felt like sandpaper, but soon the massive Avengers Tower came into view among the smoke and debris. He took you through the lobby, into a back room, and you tried to catch your breath again while adjusting Sara in your arms. He spoke to a few security guards and then turned to you, never dropping your hand. “Alright, you’ll be safe here. They will take you to a room below and get you settled.”

You looked at him quizzically. “You’re not coming?”

He leaned over to look you in the eye, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Not until this invasion is stopped. I'll come check on you both soon."

The feeling of being left alone somewhere unknown was unsettling, but there was a reason Loki took you here, and that was reassuring. The security guards took you down an elevator to what you could only assume was a safety bunker. Sturdy walls, entertainment units, a full kitchen, and multiple bedrooms, but no windows. You chose a room, laying Sara down on the large mattress as she started to yawn once safely inside.

“Well bug, it's just you and me again.” You rubbed her head and sang soothing songs as she laid down to nap, heart palpitating with every loud blast outside, and soon laid down next to her, the adrenaline of the afternoon wearing off.

When you opened your eyes again, it wasn't from another resounding blast, but to gentle strokes of your hair. Eyelids fluttered as you took in your surroundings, then all at once as he came into focus in front of you, his touch delicate. Opening your mouth, he set a finger to his lips and motioned to your little girl, curled in a ball. He draped a blanket over her, then pulled you up to leave the room and allow her to nap in peace.

"You're hurt," you said when he quietly shut the door and reached up to brush your thumb under a cut on his cheek. "Do you need to have that looked at?"

A smile played on his lips as you looked at the wounds on his face. "I'll heal. Are you hungry?"

You nodded as he reached up to clasp your hand and his fingers latched on yours, pulling you into the kitchen. "Let's see what we can find."

Twenty minutes later, the two of you were eating from a big bowl of spaghetti. He told you about what had happened, how he learned about the coming invasion from Thor, and had instantly thought of you and Sara at that park.

"You've saved Sara twice now. It's like you're her guardian angel."

He smiled to himself, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. "You might be the only creature in the universe to compare me to an angelic being, y/n."

He focused more on the bowl of pasta than you. "I don't really care what people think," you said quietly, resting your hand on his.

He lifted his eyes to yours as you drew circles on his hand with your thumb. Your breath slowed and his jaw relaxed, but you broke contact first, stretching with a sigh. "I should probably get going, wake Sara up and get out of your guy's hair."

His mouth went slack jawed as he hastily got up from the chair. "I wouldn't advise that. You must stay." You paused as he rushed his words. "At least until tomorrow," he said quickly. "They could come back…and I'd be beside myself if I didn't know Sara was safe."

"Loki…thank you, but–" He cut you short, coming up to you and resting a hand on your arm.

"Please," he said softly, looking from one eye to the other. "Just so I know that you…and she…are safe."

His eyes were pleading and you swallowed the lump in your throat, pulse beating faster from his touch.

"I…" you stammered, words lost on you while drowning in his eyes.

"Mama!" You pulled your eyes away, his touch receding as you picked up the little girl running to your arms.

"Hey baby girl," you kissed her cheek and she snuggled into your embrace. "You have a good nap?"

She gave an exaggerated nod, looking around the bunker. "We go home now?"

You could almost swear you heard Loki hold his breath. Looking from her to him, you shook your head. "We're going to stay here tonight, like when we do sleepovers at Grandma's house. Does that sound like fun?"

Again, she gave an exaggerated nod, making curls in your hair with her fingers. "Where's mermaid girl?"

Your lips pressed into a line, remembering the Barbie that was left on the picnic table, along with all of her other birthday presents. "We'll have to get her later, sweet pea."

Sara stuck out her bottom lip. "Did I hear it was someone's birthday today?"

Sara turned her head quickly to Loki, an open mouth smile on her face.

"Watch," he whispered, and placed his hand out in front of her. When he opened his palm, tiny fireworks played among his fingertips. Sara giggled joyfully and clapped her hands. "Now close your eyes–you, too."

He looked at you expectantly, and you gave him a what-are-you-up-to look, but did as you were told. A few seconds passed, and then he said, "Alright, open them."

You heard the squeal of delight before you could open your eyes. "Mermaid girl!"

Before her was the blue and pink plastic mermaid, and she hugged it tightly, wiggling to crawl out of your arms and play with the doll.

"How did you even…" you whispered, but he only gave a smug little grin and watched the little girl explore the room with her new friend. He kept you company that afternoon, him a little more open as he told you stories of growing up on Asgard, the tricks he'd play on Thor, and of course, stories of his mother. Lounging on the couch with your legs tucked under you, you imagined him as the little prince, and how he grew into the man sitting in front of you, and the fluttering in your heart moved down lower to your core.

This new feeling was startling. Yes, you had found him wildly attractive, but it was like staring at a piece of priceless art. It was meant to be displayed in a museum to be marveled by all, not to hang in your living room next to a pile of laundry. You were lost in your own head as he talked, and then there was silence when he cocked his head. "Did I lose you?"

Eyes blinked rapidly as you returned to the present. "Why us?"

"Hmmm?"

"During the invasion today, why did you come back for us? You barely know me…"

He leaned forward and reached for your hand. "Y/n, you don't give yourself enough credit. You've shown me more kindness in the little amount of time I've known you than most of these Midgardians have since I've been here. If anyone deserves saving, it's you."

Your stomach tumbled, your eyes turned down, watching as his palm found yours, fingers slowly weaving together. He saw you and it was all so overwhelming. Feelings like these hadn't been present since Sara's father, and those had long since flown away. No one had truly occupied your mind but Sara for years… Sara…

You looked around the large room to find her playing under a table with her doll and a few items she had gathered while exploring the room. "It's getting late. I should give her a bath and put her to bed."

"Would you like me to go?"

Nibbling your lip, you shook your head, and as you turned to find your daughter, Loki smiled.

Sara was always an easy one to put to bed, like she was just as eager to go to sleep when you said it was time. She laid in bed after playing in the tub and listened as you made up a story about a young boy who lived in a far away land and was different from everyone else, giggling when you told about the tricks he would play on others, but really all he wanted was to be loved.

"I like it here," she whispered and you gave her little kisses on her nose and forehead and eyes, her breathing soon growing heavy with time.

Fifteen minutes later, you quietly shut her door, finding Loki lounging with a book in his hand. The massive hardcover book was propped open on his chest and you tilted your head to read the title.

"The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness…"

He paused, considered your words. "You are full of surprises. You know your Tolstoy."

You smiled, maybe a little proud that you could impress him. "I took some classes on Russian literature in college."

It turned your conversation into a new direction, on books and favorite authors. He pulled a book out of thin air, holding it out to you. A worn green cover and brilliant gold font, you took it, slowly cracking open the cover in your lap. "I think you'll enjoy this one."

You drew your finger over the beautiful script, the delicate pages.

The warmth of his hand met your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his. "Y/n," he paused, his body leaning in, your heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. "Can I kiss you?"

Lips parted, the answer on the tip of your tongue, and then the clobbering of footsteps down the hall, the bellowing of Loki's name, his hand sliding away from your face, the moment gone.

"Loki, there's been another invasion," his brother announced when he found the two of you. "We're needed in London."

Loki sighed, looking from his brother to you. "Please stay here tonight. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He left with a kiss to your hand and more questions swirling in your mind.

Part 2

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⬧ 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ⬧

A collection of Loki/Tom Hiddleston characters x Reader Masterlist!

Everything here is 18+ so if you are not 18, you should not be looking at the content of this blog! (灬º‿º灬)♡

I Have You - Loki x Reader | Ongoing - NEW CHAPTERS EVERY MONDAY

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Cabin in the Mountains || TS!Loki x Reader || 🢖 fic finished ↠ oneshots and skits added regularly

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It's my plan (Loki x Reader, dad!Loki & child!OFC) - Complete

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I need him back (deceased!Loki x vengeful!corrupted!Reader) - Complete

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A night of passion

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Library meet cute ↣ meeting Loki for the first time

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shamrockqueen · 3 months

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Loki’s Masterlist

Oneshots

Frost fairy : Fae King Loki x Ice Fairy reader

Fae King Loki : King Loki x captured human reader

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Welcome to the Clandestine F*cks Library A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE

These fics can be read as one-shots or chronologically as a thinly plotted series following Avenger! Loki and Y/N's sexy, secretive liaisons. Whichever you prefer. (PP=Plot point, for the series readers)

This collection list is COMPLETE.

All of them contain smut. Clandestine smut. And sometimes they are funny too.

1. Safe House (w/c 2.2k) 2. Conference Room A (w/c 2.2k) 3. Victory Brunch (w/c 2.3k) 4. Moan for Me (w/c 2.3k) 5. Yield to Me (w/c 2.1k) 6. Truly Desperate (w/c 2.5k) 7. A Touch of Sentiment (w/c 2.5k) 8. Pledge Your Allegiance (w/c 2.5k) [PP] 9. Touch Yourself (w/c 2.3k) 10. A Question of Trust (w/c 2.5k) 11. Denial (w/c 1.3k) 12. The Avengers Expo (w/c 3.4k) [PP] 13. That Little Dress (w/c 2.3k) 14. The Evaluation (w/c 1.9k) [PP] 15. Relax, Darling (w/c 2.5k) 16. Claim Him (w/c 3.2k) 17. Madam, Please (w/c 4.1k) 18. Asgardian Standards (w/c 2.7k) [PP] 19. The Clandestine Council (w/c 3.2k) 20. Dark Corners (w/c 2.8k)

21. Sate Yourself (w/c 2.5k) 22. The Honeytrap (w/c 3.9k) [PP] 23. Asgardianese (w/c 3.7k) [PP] 24. Say My Name (w/c 5k) 25. A Happy Ending (w/c 5.3k) [PP]

Special Editions A Clandestine Christmas (w/c 2.9k) Mystery Caller (pre-part 22) (w/c 600)

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chocolatechipkiki · 9 months

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꧁•⊹٭ Loki Fics Masterlist ٭⊹•꧂

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨~

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴! 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘌𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳!!

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yunggoblin · 7 months

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Loki - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

One Shots:

Can I? -💦

Summary: Loki has been hiding his Frost Giant form but on an accidental slip during a hot occasion you can't help but to ask him to 'suck it'. (18+, Mature, Minors DNI)

Series:

None

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wheredafandomat · 9 months

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Multi chapter fics

Safeword ✔️

Avenger! Loki x female reader - contains smut

Fear & Desire 2|3 ✔️

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader x Bucky - contains smut

One of Stark’s infamous parties ✔️

Avenger! Loki x female reader - contains smut

Hot & Cold ✔️

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader - contains smut

Tender is the night ✔️

Avenger! Loki x female reader - contains smut

Chimera

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader - contains smut

Knight in Asgardian leather ✔️

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader - eventual smut

The Devils Angels

Rockstar! Loki x female reader - contains smut

Bloodlust ✔️

Vampire! Loki x female reader - contains smut

Match ✔️

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader - mentions of smut

Friends with benefits ✔️

College au! Loki x female reader x Thor - contains smut

Post mission ✔️

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader - contains smut

The country club ✔️

Loki x female reader - contains smut

Dr. Laufeyson ✔️

Therapist! Loki x female reader - contains smut

Two slow dancers ✔️

Avenger! Loki x Avenger! F!reader

You’re the boss ✔️

Loki x female reader - contains smut

Mob Loki ✔️

Loki x female reader - contains smut

Someone great ✔️

Loki x Divorced! Female reader - contains smut

For better or for worse ✔️

Ex! Loki x female reader - contains smut

MirrorMirror

Loki x female reader & Bucky x female reader - contains smut

Hired gun ✔️

Bodyguard! Loki x F! Stark! Reader - contains smut

The Royal Ruse

Prince! Loki x F! Asgardian reader - eventual smut

Shrink ✔️

Avenger! Loki x F!therapist reader - contains smut

Thatfreakycouple ✔️

Avenger! Loki x F!Avenger reader - Onlyfans AU

Fiendish pleasures ✔️

Prince! Loki x female reader - Ao3

Whore-O-Ween

Collection of dark Halloween fics written with @simplyholl

In my solitude

Thor x reader x Loki - eventual smut

Club Paradise

Avengers x reader - contains smut

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 11 months

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Loki Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺 Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES:

5 Types Of Kisses 🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS:

Give Me 2 Lifeline (w/Nuada)❤️‍🔥 I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good Sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

My Little Secret 🌺 🌩️ May I request a how Loki would react to meeting a child he never knew he had fic?

Toothache Crush 🌺 Could you do a Loki x reader Where reader has a toothache and anxiety so they try to avoid the dentist and the others are dreading taking reader so then Loki offers to fix it (like normal way) and afterwards Loki finds out about readers crush and Loki feels the same

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Misfit God And A Mortal 🌺 Loki and Y/n promise and vow to each other to be together until the ends of time as a bog design looms over Asgard

First Date Flutters 🌺 Loki enjoys his First Date

Going To A Ball With Loki 🌺

My Love Is Eternal 🌺 Loki knows how to respect his love, he is a prince after all

Thank Doctor Strange 🌺 🌩️ Strange offers his magic to help y/n and Loki

I Fell In Love With You, Not Them 🌺 a little bit of insecure reader where Loki confirms just how much he love y/n

Loki Meeting Your Mother 🌺

Pillow Talk 🌺

Spending New Year 🌺

Mornings With Loki 🌺

Visiting Loki 🌺 🌩️ Y/n pays a visit to Loki with Thor’s sneaky help

Prayers For Loki 🌺

Having A Secret Relationship 🌺

Loki’s Helmet 🌺

One Love Short 🌩️ Loki trades himself to save his love

DIFFERENT AUs

Biker!Loki ❤️‍🔥 what would the God of mischief look like as a biker

MULTI-PART STORIES

Flower, My Flower 🌩️ the long awaited prequel of Loki, My Loki where Loki and Y/n share a final moment before deciding what to do for their relationship

Loki, My Loki 🌺 🌩️ Loki sees how much of a heartbreak he left behind

SHORT IMAGINES

Talking About The Future With Loki 🌺

Teaching Loki How To Vogue🌺

Loki Teaching You The Waltz🌺

Hands 🌺

Loki Teaching Your Royal Ethics 🌺

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mischiefandmedicine · 4 days

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Very Full - Chapter 12: End of the Dream

Summary: Tragedy strikes requiring Loki to seek help from enemy acquaintances.

Word Count: 4,152 words.

Chapter Warnings: Implied nudity, fire, hospital, health problems, injury/trauma.

Soundtrack Link

This Chapter's Music Inspiration:

End of the Dream by Evanescence

Very Full MASTERLIST

Previous Chapter

A/N: As per usual, I just want to say that I do not own the rights to the lyrics. I did, however, imagine that Melara wrote this song, because the lyrics fit so perfectly into hers and Loki's story.

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In a time not bound by the linear march that mortals call chronology, there came a calm. Melara, with a newborn Saoirse cradled in her arms, found a semblance of peace. It was a fragile time, woven from the silken threads of lullabies and the steadfast presence of Loki, who lingered just long enough to ensure the safety and care of his daughter and the love he had left behind in the mortal realm.

Loki had duties and they required him to keep his strength. Projecting such a strong connection to Melara’s timeline for months on end cost him strength and energy that he could not always spare.

Evelyn, a beacon of support, would often step in when Loki was called away to tend to his throne. The nights were long, and Saoirse, colicky and restless, would cry into the wee hours, her wails a stark contrast to the serene stillness of the multiverse. Yet it was in the embrace of music that both mother and daughter found their solace, their shared strength. Melara would hum softly, melodies weaving around Saoirse, calming the tempest within her tiny form.

Time, ever the fickle stream, flowed on, and Melara, with her little star in tow, began to traverse the country, her music making her own body stronger with each passing day. Her voice, her music, touched the hearts of many, and soon her journey expanded, crossing oceans and borders, until the whole world became her stage. But with the spotlight came shadows, and odd occurrences began to weave themselves into the narrative of Melara’s life on the road with infant Saoirse. Power outages at concerts, instruments that burst into flame of their own accord, and more such peculiar happenings that left audiences both bewildered and entranced.

Melara shrugged these things off, assuming that her daughter, a princess, and heir to the god of mischief’s throne, had been passed her own magic and mischief that was uncontrollable. It was a theory that was not without merit, but the reality was that little Saoirse was not the cause.

But in the tapestry of one particular night that draped over upstate New York, Melara’s latest performance had seemingly cast a spell of enchantment. Her voice had ebbed away into the velvet darkness of the countryside. Once Melara had returned to the hotel, her place of respite in between performances and appearances, the words of her songs etched into her heart as she felt a longing for Loki to be by her side once again.

High above, in the penthouse suite, Melara took refuge on the balcony, having just nestled her daughter into the cocoon of a portable crib. The city below was a lattice of light and shadow, a mosaic of the mundane and the magical, unbeknownst to the brewing tempest of fate. As the cool breeze nipped at her skin, Melara felt the stirrings of a familiar sting to her nerves.

The suite was a realm of silence now, save for the soft breathing of her sleeping baby. Melara, her body weary from the night’s exertions, felt her body succumbing to the call of pain threatening to overtake her body once more. Yet, as she sought refuge in the solitude of her room, a peculiar heat began to unfurl within her, a companion to the pain that clawed underneath her skin. It was a heat that bore no kinship with the warmth of the stage lights she so often basked in. It clawed at her senses, urging her towards the cool solace of a shower, where the water ran like rivulets from a winter’s thaw.

Stripping her clothes off in a flash, Melara found herself doused in cold water, but steam poured from her skin as though she were molten lava reaching the ice-cold seas below a volcano. As the cold streams cascaded over her flesh, Melara’s thoughts swirled like the steam around her – a frenzy of longing and solitude. She chastised herself for the stubborn pride that made her decline Evelyn’s company, her mother’s foresight now seeming like a beacon of wisdom in the haze of her fatigue. The independence she sought now felt like an albatross around her neck, a self-imposed exile. She had insisted on carving her own path, a lone figure silhouetted against the daunting expanse of her dreams.

The silence of the suite was stark in contrast to the disharmony of her inner turmoil. She missed Loki – his presence, which was both comforting and confounding, had become an anchor in the tumultuous sea of her life. The whisper of his name against the tiles of the shower was a prayer, a wish, a conjuration she half hoped would summon him to her side. But the only solace she could find was to turn off the shower, wrap herself in a towel, and retreat to the confines of the oversized bed.

Her dreams were not comforting either. She found herself lost in the same nightmare she had every night. The burning strands of the infinite timelines in Loki’s grasp. She would feel her limbs tangled within them, pain searing through her flesh as she fought to break free. Loki, commander of ice would put the fire out, but at a cost to himself and many of the timelines for which he had sacrificed so much. He had the choice to save her or the strands of time, but he could not offer refuge to both. He would always choose the timelines. Every time. The look in his eyes when he had finally made the heartbreaking decision to put the fire out, all at the expense of Melara tangled within them as she screamed in agony.

A sudden cracking in the air pulled her from the dream, gasping for oxygen, but not able to find it. The sounds that had pulled her from her frantic dreams seemed alien to the rhythm of the night. It began as an undercurrent, a whisper beneath the threshold of hearing, growing to an insistent sizzle that set Melara’s already pained nerves on edge. The air turned acrid, a prelude to the scream of alarms that soon shattered the quiet.

Melara’s heart lurched as she tore herself from the bed, a robe her only armor against the unfolding chaos. The suite had transformed into an inferno, the flames a ravenous beast devouring the walls that had once promised her rest. Saoirse’s cries pierced the roar of the fire, a clarion call that galvanized Melara into action.

Barefoot and hair still drenched from the cold shower, she raced through the flames, her only thought of Saoirse, her little star in peril. The fire licked at her heels, a predator snapping at its prey, but Melara was undeterred. Her arms ached to hold and comfort her daughter, to shield her from the fury of the blaze, but it had burned too bright and too hot for her to reach the door to the room where her daughter lay.

Separated from her crying child by walls now licked by fire, Melara’s heart was seized by terror. With her voice, raw and powerful, she called out, a name that was both a plea and a summons, “Loki!”

As if conjured by the sheer force of her frantic will, Loki materialized amidst the chaos, the god now a savior in the searing heat. With the fabric of his cloak unfurling like the wings of a raven, Melara watched, calling out between coughs as he traversed the inferno, an ethereal figure against the consuming flames. His heart, often shrouded in enigma, now beat in tandem with the mortal dread of losing what was most precious.

Breaking down the door in a flash of green, Loki found Saoirse enveloped in a cocoon of purple shimmer, her cries muted by the roar of the fire. Scooping her into his arms, he further shielded her from the embers’ wrath with a mantle of energy unmatched. Through smoke and flame, he carried her, the heir to worlds lost, to safety, her tiny heartbeat a drum against his chest. Seeing Melara, now sputtering in the smoke and flames, he ushered the family out of the burning building in a flash.

Outside, the night air was a cold shock to their senses. Melara, escaping just moments after Loki, smiled as she met Loki’s gaze, seeing him rocking Saoirse, attempting to shush her cries as they watched the building burn. Overcome, Melara collapsed to the ground, her strength failing her just steps away from the blaze of the hotel. Her voice, which had called upon gods and enchanted mortals, now faltered, a mere whisper carried by the wind.

In the aftermath, as the first responders tended to the flames and survivors, the onlookers whispered of miracles. Loki, with Saoirse safe in his embrace, knelt by Melara’s side. Her skin, once kissed by the spotlight, now lay pale in the moon’s ghostly hue. The night air was filled with the sounds of distant sirens and the murmurs of the gathering crowd, but Loki’s focus was solely on Melara, her shallow breaths a counterpoint to the pounding of his immortal heart.

With a tender gentleness that belied his chaotic nature, he handed Saoirse to a paramedic, reaching to cradle Melara in his arms. His voice, a soft incantation, called her back from the brink, “Melara, hear my voice. Follow it back to me, to Saoirse. We need you.”

There, in the shadow of the smoldering hotel, under the gaze of a silent cosmos, Loki conjured the essence of Asgard’s healing magic, a luminescent thread woven from the fabric of the universe. It danced upon his fingertips, a ballet of light seeking to mend and restore.

Melara’s eyelids fluttered open, her spirit grappling with the tether that pulled her homeward. And as her eyes met Loki’s, there was an unspoken understanding that passed between them. He had answered her call, he had saved their daughter, but the night’s ordeal had exacted a price – a debt that would shape the destiny of all three.

As she came to full consciousness, Melara coughed again, attempting to express words of gratitude to Loki, but as the air hit her vocal chords, so did the realization of the level of anguish she was in from the attack that she had tried to avoid. Her back arched, her ruby lips parting, eliciting a piercing scream so treacherous as it fell from her lips, it shook the ground surrounding them.

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Loki’s gaze was a tempest of green, swirling with the power of ancient magic and the depth of his despair as he watched Melara wrestle with the pain that gripped her. The hospital room, bathed in the sterile light of necessity, was a haunting reminder of the last time the pair had been in this situation. Machines beeped and hummed, a discordant symphony to the rhythm of Melara’s heart – steady, yet fragile.

Loki stood there, a god amongst men, feeling the weight of his own helplessness. His magic had always been his ally, his weapon, his shield, but now it hung uselessly at his side, unable to soothe the agony that wracked Melara’s body. He had already tried to heal the burns and smoke inhalation, to weave the threads of restoration through her with his magic, but the pain she now faced was a different beast – one that his powers could not quell.

Saoirse, innocent to the gravity of the situation, lay in his arms, her small hand reaching out towards her mother, grasping for a connection that, for now, was just out of reach. Her coos were a balm to the cold dread that had settled over Loki, a gentle reminder of life amidst the sterile echoes of the ICU.

The doctor’s voice broke through the quiet, a solemn timbre that carried the weight of his words. “Mr. Odinson,” he began, an address born of formality in the face of the inexplicable. “I’m afraid we need to place Melara in a medically induced coma. Her metabolism is incredibly high and she is burning through medication to keep this pain at bay. It’s the only way to allow her body to rest, to try and get past this episode.”

Loki’s heart clenched; a visceral reaction to the words that threatened to sever his hope. A coma. The word hung in the air, a specter of the unknown. He looked down at Melara, her once vibrant face now a canvas of pain and exhaustion. Nodding slowly to the doctor, he granted the silent assent they needed to proceed.

Melara, the woman who had captivated his ancient heart, lay before him, her vitality ebbing into a void with each excruciating scream. The doctors, these mortals vested with the knowledge of healing arts, spoke in hushed tones, but their words were a tangled lexicon that grated against Loki’s ears. They spoke of comas, of metabolic cascades and analgesic thresholds – of pain so profound that even their most potent of medicines faltered in its wake.

As the medical team worked with quiet efficiency, preparing Melara for the deep sleep that would, hopefully, be her respite, Loki’s mind raced. But as the medications were administered, the heart monitor picked up. It was like her body was fighting the very efforts to stop her insides from burning. Melara’s bloodshot eyes snapped open, her face contorting in agony even worse than it had outside the hotel. Tears streamed down her face before another cry of anguish escaped her lips, so loud, so penetrating that the medical staff collapsed to the ground, holding their ears to mute the onslaught of wails as the glass windows of the tiny room shattered around them.

Loki’s mind went wild, every thought a shard of ice, sharp, cold, and desperate. To see Melara in such torment was torture greater than any punishment meted out by his brother’s hand, the Allfather’s decrees, or even what he’d experienced at the hands of Thanos before being sent to take New York. It was the agony of a soul, a test of his very essence.

He had tried, gods, how he had tried. With the whispered incantations and the force of his will, he had sought to weave a tapestry of healing around her, to mend the burns, to soothe the hurt. But the malady that had gripped her now was a menace that danced just beyond the reaches of his magic – a flame that no spell could quench. What good would all the power of the universe be if he could not save her?

In the communion of their intertwined hands, he felt the fevered heat of her skin, a glaring contrast to the chill of his Frost Giant flesh. It was a heat that seemed to burn him from the inside, a reflection of the fire that raged within her, unseen but deeply felt.

It was obvious to Loki that the love of his life, the mother of his child, was experiencing no ordinary pain, no ordinary illness. There was another place, a place where science and magic danced in a delicate duet – a place where the best scientific minds and the most advanced technologies converged. It would be dangerous for him to travel there, but it was a place that would likely be the only hope to ease Melara’s supernatural affliction. The Avengers’ compound.

To take Melara there was to risk everything. His pride, his secrecy, his very being could be unraveled by those who had every reason to distrust him. Yet, as he watched the rise and fall of Melara’s chest, each breath an echo of the vibrant life she once embodied, he knew there was no other choice.

With a heart heavy with trepidation, Loki made his decision. He took Melara’s hand, her skin nearly burning to the touch. He enveloped her with his magic. “Hold on, my heart,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “I will not let this be the end of your song. There is yet one more haven we have not sought. I will take you there no matter what the cost.”

In a shimmer of emerald light, the boundaries of space and time bent to his will. The walls of the ICU, the machines, and the world he had come to know as Melara’s refuge from the stage, all dissolved into the ether. They were traversing the fabric of reality of her timeline itself, moving through space in a way that only Loki, the god that he was, could command.

They arrived at the Avengers compound, a place that was a nexus of heroism and home to some of Earth’s mightiest protectors. The air crackled with power and in the wake of their arrival, a hush fell over the compound.

The heroes, ever vigilant, ever ready, were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Asgardian god of mischief, an infant in his arms, and a woman whose pain was written in the lines of her face, the pallor of her skin, and the cries escaping her lips. But this was not the Loki the original team had fought in New York, certainly not the adversary they had once known. This was a man whose face had been twisted with the torment of seeing the woman he loved suffer.

“Help her,” Loki implored, his voice carrying the command of royalty and the whispered plea of a man whose entire universe hung in the balance. “I know you all are ready to fight me, but she…she has fought with the courage of the mightiest warriors, and now she needs your strength, your knowledge. Please…”

A man, wearing the same colors as Captain America once had, stepped forward, to take Saoirse from Loki’s arms, smiling at the baby and greeting her gently to gain her trust. Once his arms were free of his squirming child, Loki gently picked Melara up to cradle her in his arms. An exhausted Melara, just moaned, tears streaming down her face as Loki carried her through the compound to the medical bay.

By Melara’s side, he remained, a sentinel against the dark tide of her pain, with Saoirse being cared for by other members within the compound. And Bruce Banner – who had been moved by Loki’s sincere pleas for help – worked tirelessly, blending his knowledge of science and some of magic. The night gave way to the promise of dawn quickly.

The compound, once a battlefield, was now a cradle of hope, and in its embrace, Melara, Saoirse, and Loki found the strength to face the coming day. For in the hearts of heroes and gods alike, the power of unity and the will to protect the ones we cherish transcend all differences, forging alliances in the crucible of necessity. The compound became a testament to this newfound accord, as each Avenger lent their expertise to the effort.

In the medical bay, a symphony of technology and expertise buzzed around Melara as she came in and out of consciousness, body contorted to its limits in insurmountable excruciating pain. Banner and Loki, side by side, worked with a focus that belied the underlying urgency of the situation. Each monitor, each device, was a lifeline that hummed with the promise of healing. They were the best of two worlds – Midgard and Asgard – and they pooled their knowledge, seeking a way to pull Melara back from the precipice on which she precariously stood.

Loki, often with Saoirse still in his arms, watched the Avengers move with precision. He saw them not the warriors of old but as allies in the fight for Melara’s life. It was an unexpected solidarity, born of the very love that had once made them adversaries.

The man who had initially taken Saoirse, now having introduced himself as Sam Wilson, Captain America’s successor, approached Loki, his expression solemn yet kind. “We’ll do our best for her. She’s in good hands now,” he said, clapping a supportive hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Just don’t try anything,” he warned.

Loki nodded, his usual façade of aloofness shattered by the gravity of the moment. “I…can only thank you on her and our daughter’s behalf.”

Sam wordlessly raised an eyebrow in Loki’s direction, training his eyes between Loki and Melara, almost as if to question what this woman was doing with the god of mischief. He walked away before speaking another word in judgment or condemnation.

As the hours passed, the compound’s resources were pushed to their limits. The magic that Loki had provided mingled with Earth’s finest medical advancements, creating a bridge between methods old and new. The Avengers, each in their own way, stood vigil with Loki, a silent oath shared among them to see this battle through to its hopeful end. Many of them, however, used sitting with Loki as an excuse to play with Saoirse who was a beacon of hope to all those who checked in on Melara. Loki certainly also used this opportunity to tell their story in the hopes of casting a different light on himself, an urgent plea for redemption in their eyes.

The sun rose, casting its first light upon the compound, and with it came a change. The machines that had been monitoring Melara’s vitals began to reflect a positive shift. Banner, monitoring the readings closely, let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. “She’s stabilizing,” he murmured, allowing himself the faintest smile of relief.

Loki’s eyes, which had been pools of fear and desperation, now shone with a glint of cautious optimism. He looked down at Saoirse, her presence a comfort and a reminder of all that was at stake. “Did you hear that, little one? Your mother is a fighter,” he whispered eliciting a smile from Saoirse.

In the days that followed, the compound became a haven for the small family. Melara’s condition improved steadily, her body responding to the care it was given. The Avengers watched over her, their respect for Loki growing as they witnessed his devotion. Of those who frequented the compound, Clint Barton resolved to avoid Loki, having been under his control in New York, he thought it best to avoid the triggers of the past in the god’s presence.

Many of them watched as Melara finally opened her eyes for the first time, taking in her surroundings. “Loki?” she asked, as he ran to her side with a smile.

“You’ll be okay. I brought you to some…acquaintances that could help you,” he explained, his voice hushed. He grabbed her hand, brushing a hair away from her face as she lay on the gurney.

Her voice transitioned into a hushed whisper as she smiled sheepishly, singing the words:

I’m not afraid, I pushed through the pain. And I’m on fire. I remember how to breathe again.

A look of bewilderment crossed Loki’s face. “Melara? Your…your hand.”

Melara looked down to see a small fireball cradled gently in her free hand. She gasped in shock, looking as she played with the fire, wide-eyed. “Did…did I do this? The hotel? Oh my god! Saoirse!”

Loki shushed her, using a burst of ice to put out the fireball in her hand. “Saoirse is here, she’s just fine. She’s even made a few new friends.”

At that moment, Banner entered the room. “Miss Brandt? My name is Dr. Bruce Banner. You’re at the Avengers compound. We don’t know what’s going on, but we will get to the bottom of this while you recover. And you are welcome to stay until you do.”

Melara nodded, turning her attention back to Loki. “I have to see her, Loki.”

“Let’s wait until you get a little stronger and can control whatever is going on with you,” Loki whispered.

“Loki…,” her voice trailed off as tears fell. Each one evaporated from her hot skin before they could be wiped away. Melara nodded in agreement, realizing that she had been a danger to her daughter without even knowing it and began singing again to calm her nerves. It was what she knew would give her strength and keep these burgeoning powers over fire at bay.

As much as it hurts, ain’t it wonderful to feel? So go on and break your wings, Follow your heart ‘til it bleeds, As we run toward the end of the dream.

Realizing that Melara was likely foreshadowing an untimely demise – her powers of observation were keen – Loki dropped his head into her lap, hiding the fact that he felt helpless in the face of Melara beginning to burn out of control. They both wondered if this was what had ailed her for all these years, a deadly magic raging beneath the surface. It explained the pain, but they could not reconcile why music, her singing, but nothing else seemed to quiet the storm and give her strength. Though some questions seemed to have been answered, at the moment, more rose to the surface, silently treading water.

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