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The Blue Princess (Chapter 9)

Summary: second part of the last chapter; Luna lets Loki see her body again

Warnings: *NSFW* very steamy, grinding, smutty goodness

Word count: 3.5k

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A/N: *taps mic* *clears throat* here’s that extra part I promised. It’s late. Whatever. They fuck a little bit in this one. Only a little. I have nothing more to say. Uh, you’re welcome?

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That evening, as Luna stood in the shower, she traced the long scar marring her chest and thought more about her conversation with Wanda. She was nervous, but her friend had been right and was still right. She found it within her heart to trust in her true love. Loki cared for her. He’d held her before when she was terrified to show herself, so it wouldn’t be hard to do it again with feeling.

But once it was done – once he saw her and spoke – there was no going back.

Luna finished rinsing her skin and stepped out to dry off while keeping an eye on her blurry reflection in the mirror. Her throat dried up, and she swallowed to erase the chalky feeling, but it was to no avail, so she took a sip from the tap and cleared her throat. It didn’t help much, but she shrugged on her robe, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She spotted Loki on the couch, watching something on his phone. He spared her a glance and a slight grin.

“How was it?” he asked, referring to her shower.

"It was good," Luna managed to say. Her voice was a little too quiet, and she feared it gave her away, but Loki didn't seem to notice.

She milled around by the dresser, pretending to look for fresh underclothing when Loki turned off his phone and set his gaze on her again.

“Everything alright?” he asked. Luna scratched at the dresser drawer and then her hand.

“Uh, yeah. Just, uh,” she trailed off.

To further her anxious fidgeting, she grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer and twisted them about her fingers. Loki quirked a brow at her obvious display of mannerisms.

“You seem anxious.”

“Really?” Luna squeaked out and sighed, relenting to his unwavering stare. “Yeah.”

“About what?”

"About," she started but relinquished the sentence with a heavy sigh and set the underwear on the dresser.

Luna chuckled dryly and fiddled with the tie around her waist, eyes fixated on the ground by Loki’s feet. He waited patiently for her to do something; speak, walk towards him, even so much as look at him. But her eyes remained locked on something he couldn’t see, with the gears in her head turning faster and faster.

As Loki prepped something else to say, he watched Luna yank the knot free and dropped the robe to the ground, striking every thought from his head. Every luscious brown inch of her body lay bare to his admiration. Of all the things he counted on her doing, this surely was not one of them.

But every second Luna waited for a reaction, the more regretful she became. She can be so impulsive sometimes. Perhaps this was another one of those times, and she'd stepped right through a door best left closed. Her ears burned, and her stomach turned as she bent her head, already predicting dismissive words.

“Uh … this was a mistake,” she muttered and crouched to retrieve her robe. She shook her head sadly. “Never mind. You go shower.”

Before her fingers could grasp the plush fabric, she felt Loki’s gentle fingers caress her cheek and ease her face up to look at him. He’d moved so fast that his sudden presence startled her, but his soft touch guided her back to him.

Luna slowly rose from the floor, Loki's fingers never leaving their spot under her chin. He looked into her eyes, never breaking contact as her face neared his. They told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped his could speak to her the same. He needed her to know what was right and true in his heart, and in there lied nothing she need be afraid of. He refused to look away, even as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one rough motion, flinging it to the corner of the room. He watched her eyes roam his bare torso and glance at her own. Now, they were even.

Loki touched her cheek again, letting his fingers drift down and take in every centimeter of her skin he had not been privy to before. He felt the breath catch in her throat as they passed over the side of her neck and heard a sharp exhale once they met her collarbone. He continued down, feeling the stiffness of her sternum and then the softness of her breast.

“Your heart’s beating very fast.” He could see how each beat made her skin quake and vibrate. Her breathing picked up, too, pressing his hand further into her chest.

“Can you blame me?” Luna whispered, her voice like silk in his ear.

“No.” He couldn’t, for his was hammering so hard, he was sure she could hear it.

Loki’s finger drifted to the side and traced the side of her scar. Her skin prickled from the slightness of his touch, but she didn’t shrink from him. She lifted a hand and slowly traced the top edge of his scar, lingering as leisurely as he did, gently plucking the nerves beneath his skin. He held back a shudder and felt blood rush to his pelvis. Was she aware she played him like a harpsichord? It didn’t matter. He was happy to be her instrument.

In a stroke of urgency, Loki took Luna’s face in both hands and brought her in for a kiss. It was full and ripe with such passion Luna felt the wind get knocked out of her. Luckily, it returned to her, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss even further. The taste of her mouthwash filled his mouth, dancing upon his tongue as his danced upon hers.

Never had they been so close before, and the effects were unforeseen. It felt like they were standing beneath an icy waterfall with the water flowing through them, washing them from the inside out. Luna was drunk with it, drunk with him. She could tell less and less where she ended, and he began with each passing second. The feeling in her feet faded along with whatever was left in her fingers. Outside of her dreams, this was the closest she’d ever felt to flying.

And soon enough, she was.

Loki tightened his grip around Luna’s hips and lifted her just enough to walk quickly to the bed. He slowly eased her onto the mattress, one hand supporting her back and the other pressed into the plush comforter. They separated for a moment as Luna pushed further up the bed to get more comfortable. Loki slowly crawled after her, peppering her skin with kisses as he moved up her body. One on her hip, a couple on her stomach, and a line up the middle of her chest, each one pulling a gentle gasp from her mouth.

Loki’s hair draped around his face and dragged along Luna’s skin, touching her everywhere he didn’t get to. Her hands danced about his shoulders as he kissed along her collarbone, making her whine and squirm. His touch was electric, and it sent chills racing up and down her body. He ate it all up with the bottomless satisfaction of a king in a banquet hall, her soft moans the sweetest melody to his ears. But as sweet as she sounded, she needed to like the sugar he was giving her.

Kissing up her neck, Loki whispered into her ear. “Is this ok?”

Luna shivered and let out a breathy “Yeah.”

Loki kissed her mouth again, and she arched her back, pressing her body tight against his. She felt everything; his heart hammering wildly out of sync with hers, his ribs digging into hers with every heavy breath, and his unmistakable throbbing erection resting on her inner thigh. He was rock hard, and it made her insatiable.

Enticed, Luna lifted her leg and let Loki’s hips rock against her thigh. A groan came from deep within his throat, and he ground down harder. The little moans and groans he made were so delicious Luna's mouth started to water. It was so good, but he wanted more.

Loki maneuvered his knee inside Luna’s leg and nudged it aside. He slid his hips between her thighs, pushing them further apart until he felt the soft warmth they held. Even through the fabric of his pants, it was so hot and delectable, and he knew he’d never get enough as long as he lived. He watched her face as he gently rolled his bulge against her tender edge. She let out a sharp exhale and pulled sharply at his waistband.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, voice thick and deep with arousal.

“Yeah.” Luna’s words tiptoed on a sigh like she was afraid a noise any louder would invite the world to listen in.

Loki tucked his face into her neck and thrust harder, just as she wanted.

“Gods, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her. “Can you feel it?”

Luna’s fingers loosened their hold on his pants and gripped his back instead.

"Uh-huh," she moaned, feeling the rough frost forming on his skin. She wished for a moment to see it, to admire him in his natural glory, but the thought passed as soon as he moved again. However, instead of moving closer, Loki sat back and pushed his waistband down.

Snapping to attention, Luna gasped and grabbed his hand.

“Ah-ah, keep your pants on,” she said, catching his gaze, their eyes red as blood and hot as desire. “I want it this way.”

“Ok," Loki said and settled back down. He'd give her anything she wanted in whatever way she wanted it. But for the sake of his comfort, he paused again. “Ah, wait.” He slipped a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock to lay against his lower abdomen. “Oh, that’s better,” he sighed as he pulled his pants a little higher.

“Oh, yeah,” Luna breathed out. How right he was. She could feel every decadent inch of him from under the rough cotton. “Oh, wow!” He was huge, and he was all hers.

The bedsheets crackled with every shift of his weight. Their icy embrace left a clear, dewy imprint and outline of their bodies, but neither noticed nor cared. The only thing worth worrying about was the ecstasy behind their every shared breath.

Once Loki’s hips fell into a quick rhythm, he let his hands drift delicately about his lover’s skin, kissing her all the while. He couldn't stop, and she didn't want him to. He pulled her leg higher up on his waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath her periwinkle skin. He felt the bumpy scars as his hand slid up her thigh and the little jump she made when he pressed his thumb against her hipbone.

His hand traveled higher and higher, tracing the scar on her abdomen and feeling the underside of her breast. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, his thumb playing and passing over her nipple. Luna wrapped her other leg around his waist and held on tight so he had nowhere to go. As if Loki wanted to be anywhere else.

“You like that?” he asked, smirking against Luna’s cheek.

She nodded and sighed, “Uh-huh,” her mouth quivering.

Loki kissed down her neck, nipping her skin a little to egg her on, and it seemed to work. Eyes closed, she rolled her head back and started letting out a few of those moans trapped in her throat, each one pressing Loki closer to his edge. His hands and knees trembled, but he commanded them to steady. Luna came first.

He could feel her nearing her end as well. Every muscle in her body was tight and shook as she held him. Her breathing was short and fast as her moans picked up pace, and her heart beat wildly against his hand, a perfect dance that was more than ready to reach its show-stopping climax.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Loki murmurs against her throat.

“Yeah!” Luna called out, voice cracking a little. “Oh, don’t stop!”

Her eager wish was his ready command. He groaned deeply and thrust faster, a little for her and a little for himself. Together, they stirred up the perfect storm and waited for lightning to strike. Electricity buzzed through their bodies, bouncing from one to the other, picking up energy and velocity.

Loki tucked his face into Luna's neck, moaning louder and louder, eyes squeezed shut, and his mind abuzz with nothing but chasing the high. He heard hers in the surrounding air, of course; it was the only thing he bothered to listen to as he answered with his own passionate song. He nipped and licked at her wintry skin, letting his tongue work its magic.

Luna felt herself toeing the line, and she clung to Loki for dear life, nails digging deep into his back. He was all she heard, saw, tasted, and felt. Even behind her closed eyes, she could see him in her mind, and despite his nonintrusive nature upon her, she swore she could feel him deep inside her, winding up the energy in her belly. Imagine what it would feel like for real. She groaned and took a deep breath. That was for another time.

She felt her climax swirl and build like a tidal pool against a dam where cracks began to form. Her mouth sat open, but she made no sound save for a few shallow breaths. It all waited for the right moment.

And then, in an instant, bang.

The lightning struck and shattered the dam apart. Luna came with a sharp gasp and held Loki’s waist in a death grip between her thighs. A string of high-pitched moans finally broke free and made their way out into the air, and she scrambled to roll her hips to ride it out for all it was worth. Fireworks sparked in her eyes as the insurmountable pleasure made her melt and raked her nails up his back, scraping up a thin layer of ice.

The sudden sensation pushed Loki to the very precipice of his climax, and he gripped the headboard by Luna’s head in anticipation. He balanced on the brink of it, ready to fall after her. She was so soft, so beautiful, and all his. All mine. The thought gave him a light shove, but it was all the force he needed to dive head-first.

He came a little softer, spilling into his pants as he’d planned, his cock twitching with every extra thrust he needed to bring it to a close. His moans were louder and wavered as his body shook but were still low and feather-soft in Luna’s ear. They tickled her and etched themselves into her memory. If only she had seen his face and memorized that too, but it would have been unfair. He didn't get to watch her either. They promised themselves to do it next time.

The tension released itself from their bodies, and they fell limp on the bed together. Luna's grip relaxed to a soft embrace, and Loki relinquished his hold on the headboard as he eased his body down to rest. His head dropped beside Luna’s, his nose grazing the shell of her ear, and he opened one eye to look at her. He saw nothing of note, only slivers of glittery blue skin and thick layers of ice.

Interested, he lazily brought a hand up and touched the top of her head. Luna’s damp hair was now covered in shards of ice, holding it back and away from her face. He felt her heart hold hands with his and slow to a steady pace together, then her real one drifted up and stroked the back of his head. They felt true bliss and couldn’t help but close their eyes and enjoy it.

However, Luna felt discomfort that urged her to get up.

“Hey,” she whispered, patting his back. “Can I go pee real quick before you shower?”

"Yeah," he responded and shifted off of her to lay beside her. “Go on, then.”

She wasted no time sliding off the bed and hurrying toward the washroom, but Loki couldn't help himself and piped out a wolf whistle. Luna stopped, looked back at him with an amused smile, and picked up her robe.

"Hey, yourself," she shot back and playfully threw her robe at him. It didn't make much distance, but they laughed anyway.

Luna relieved herself, cleaned up a bit, and dried off the rest of the melted ice in her hair. It interested her, and she made a mental note of it but stopped her thought there. Her time with Loki was not a science experiment.

Upon exiting, she saw Loki was up and straightening the sheets on the bed. Bits of ice still clung to the fabric, so he lifted the entire thing and snapped it sharply, sending the shards up and dispersing them into the air. As Luna grabbed her underwear and slipped them on, Loki flattened the sheets out with his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and noticed Luna already out and looking lush as morning dew.

“Hi,” he greeted. “The bed was covered in ice. So strange.”

"Not very, but," she took a step toward him, "how about another time we investigate it?"

“Sounds like a plan,” Loki said with a slight smile. “Oh, and we should do laundry tomorrow.” He pulled at the fabric of his pants as he passed her by. A sizable wet spot had made a home on the front. Luna tilted her head, unsure of what was her fault and what was his, but it didn’t matter.

She watched him slide them off his legs, put them in the wash pile, touch the doorframe in thought, and walk back over to her. He gently took her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. It was brief, like a single music note, but as poignant as one.

Loki parted from her and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Luna whispered back.

“For trusting me.” He stroked her cheek. “I know how hard it can be,” she nodded, “so thank you.”

“Yeah.” Luna felt her throat tighten. “Thank you for being someone I can trust.”

He kissed her forehead and headed back to the bathroom, finally walking through the door and closing it to wash up.

On her own again, Luna felt the tears build, and she let them flow. She sat down and cried quietly into her hand. She never thought she’d be the ‘cry after sex’ type, but here she was, crying. Loki wanted her, and he chose her all on his own, scars and all. It felt so good to be loved this way that she couldn’t help but weep a little.

By the time Loki was done and dry, Luna had calmed down, put some lotion on, and gotten comfortable under the covers with her phone in hand to wind down. Loki grabbed a fresh pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights, and got under the covers with her. She spared him a glance and looked at the headboard.

“That’s new,” she said.

Loki scrunched his brow. “Hm?”

"That." Luna pointed, and he followed her direction. The edge of the headboard was slightly dented in the pattern of four fingers. Loki traced the curves, realizing he was responsible.

“Hm,” he hummed and looked at Luna. “Don’t tell Tony.”

The pair chuckled. “Promise,” she responded.

Loki's smile faded, and he cleared his throat. “Did, um,” Loki bit the inside of his cheek, “did you like it?”

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Of course, I did!” She moved closer to him. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

He shrugged and picked at the comforter. “Well, I had something more romantic in mind. I really wanted to take my time and pamper you.”

“Hey.” Luna put her hand on his cheek. “I liked it. It was just what I wanted.” She put her phone down and scooted up next to him. “I think taking it slow might be a good thing.” She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip. "A little something each day or every other day makes it exciting." Loki smiled at that, and she leaned closer. "What I felt was different than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to navigate that with you.”

“So it wasn’t just me,” Loki whispered. He paused in thought and continued. “I can’t explain it. It all felt so different.”

“Huh,” Luna breathed out and smiled. “We have a lot to talk about, but how about we sleep on it? Save it for tomorrow?”

Loki nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

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A/N: why did this take so long, you ask? Well, its half “I was trying to complete part of my thesis project” and half “I didn’t feel like it.” Also, scenes like this are waaaay harder to write than you think, certainly more than I thought and especially if you want it to hit. Like, wow. I certainly hope it hit. And give em (and me) time before they fuck crazy. The build is where its at.

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fanfic-collection · 1 year

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Loki x Reader: Prisoner - 1

Some weird AU that I had in a dream and am attempting to write, I dunno, wish me luck

Dark themes, very au. I don't know. Let me know if this is worth sharing. I imagine it's got a slow start

Shackles kept your wrists together. You walked with your head held high. Internally you cursed the skimpy gown you had been forced to wear, forced into your new life.

Once a proud leader of your people, a leader of freedom and independence from the Asgardian onslaught…

A rod swatted against your shoulder and you stumbled, catching yourself. The shackles bound your magic and you could not fight back. Instead you shot a glare at the accusatory, the one who had hit you.

An Asgardian guard, faceless and impassive, stared down at you.

You opened your mouth to speak but another crack of the rod and you fell silent.

Looking away, you faced back in the direction you were walking.

Guards stood around, passively keeping guard as other prisoners of war were marched along.

You were the last in line.

Soon you were from the dungeons, your people before you all washed and stripped, redressed in Asgardian attire. Humiliated, you and your people were next forced to walk among the jeering crowds of Asgard.

It was not just the humiliation of a battle defeat, but this, to see the men, women, and children of Asgard, gathered to see your shame.

You walked with your head held high, refusing to be cowed.

Still, the crack of the rod hitting any who looked too haughty, too proud, echoed through the roaring crowds. You refused to stumble, but eventually you were forced, by number of strikes, to keep your head bowed.

After the long, grueling walk, you were lined up at the end on a large raised stage.

A general walked forward, stepping before each person and declaring their new duty in this new kingdom.

“Maid!” The general sneered, striking the rod when the prisoner dared to look up.

“Death.” Two guards broke free of the crowd and dragged the prisoner away.

Your people raised their voices, screaming and complaining, trying to keep the one sentenced from death safe. But in quick succession, the cries of anger and complaint were replaced with pain and followed swiftly by silence.

On down the line the general, perhaps head of the guard walked. “Death, servant, maid, worker, worker, death…” Each time he said death, you flinched. Still you held your head high.

When the general finally reached you, he looked down with murderous eyes. “You.” He placed the sharp end of his sword to your throat and forced you to look at him. “You will know the pleasure of knowing your captive’s name. I am High General Yorin, High General of the Asgardian guard.”

You narrowed your eyes down the long blade but remained silent.

“When a general greets you, you respond.”

“You expect me to bow with a sword to my throat?” You replied calmly.

The sword pulled back, striking down with the flat of it and knocking you to your knees. Any magic you had was hindered by these damned cuffs.

“Bow, wretch.”

You were on your knees, hands on the ground catching your fall. Irritably, you bowed your head. “Of course.”

“You will address me with respect.” Yorin spat.

“My liege?” You tried the title, hating how it burned in your mouth.

You knew instinctively Yorin was smiling.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you upright. Tears pricked at your eyes despite yourself, the pain of your hair proving too much for your smarting eyes.

“Would you like to know where your job will be?”

You fought the urge to say that he was probably going to tell you. “Where, my liege?”

“Leaders of your rebellion, and their families, are given preferential treatment.”

You didn’t like where this was going, but remained silent, eyes cast downward.

“You are called to service our generals. Who knows, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to service me.” Yorin let out a booming laugh, patting his lower abdomen.

You swallowed hard and kept your mouth shut.

Two guards surrounded you and guided you down one of the halls. Slowly the crowd would disperse and quiet would fall.

You walked with your head bowed, taking in the grandeur of Asgard. It was immaculately preserved, and as you walked along, you could see it was your people who kept it so. Maids and servants skittered from room to room, not daring to look at you as you were marched down the hall. Great golden pillars, gilded floors, opulent tapestries, all of it added to the blood that had been spilled creating this kingdom.

At long last, you reached a pair of large double doors.

King Thor had long since abdicated the throne, leaving your people to suffer. From his absence, a council had sprung up. The attempt of false kindness that had been left in Odin’s stead, no longer existed.

The doors creaked open, heavy on the ground and revealed a large circular table. Twelve chairs, with ten people.

Yorin strut in behind you and took one of the chairs. Other men of varying ages sat around the table, leering at you as you entered.

The guards pushed you forward, another stumble, before allowing you to catch yourself. They held their spears to your throat, ensuring no escape.

Yorin spoke up, he sat in the fanciest chair, larger than the others, like a throne. “Generals.” He began, voice booming. “It seems we are in arrival of a particularly, interesting specimen.” He paused searching for words. “She is the High Queen of a forgotten land.”

Your eyes widened.

Yorin sneered. “Your villages are decimated, your people enslaved, you are queen no more.”

You set your jaw and refused to move. Refused to show the pain of the blow that had been.

“So. Which of you would lay claim to a new servant?”

One of the older men scratched at his beard, frowning thoughtfully. “I could use a new one. My last one is growing… old.”

The man to his right laughed. “Surely you would like old by now, you are not so spry yourself.”

The one who had spoken first scowled at his companion, muttering under his breath.

A side door opened, almost unnoticed by anyone. Anyone save you.

A tall man with long black hair entered the chamber, almost invisibly, and silently sinking into the twelfth unoccupied chair. The man’s chair was simple carved wood with a green velvet cushion.

Something about him struck you as odd.

The twelfth man looked bored, annoyed that such a farce was being made.

Something in you stirred, knowing this man was far more interesting than any of the others. Perhaps there would be a chance for rebellion with him. Something about him was othered, not a man of the other eleven, he was… different.

“Do I get a say?” You asked, interrupting the bickering generals.

The twelfth man rested his elbow on the table and fist against his cheek. He smirked at your interruption, watching you closely with vivid green eyes.

You looked around at the gathered men. Many were struck by silence, unsure of what to say. Others seemed angry at your obstinance.

“You should send her to death.” One of them muttered.

“No, no, I want to hear who she picks.” The man with long black hair spoke. He had a deep, velvety voice. His voice did little to hide his boredom, and yet… He seemed intrigued by you. A sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he tilted his head curiously at what you were going to say.

The guards lowered their spears and pulled them back only just.

You fought back your rising fear, your uncertainty and looked the green eyed man directly on. “You.” You said simply, curious at his reaction.

There was a roar of upset, the other eleven protesting vehemently. Bickering rose through the air. All save, from the twelfth man.

The corner of your mouth quirked up. He was smirking. You almost could have smiled should the circumstances be different.

Yorin finally stood up, slamming his fist on the table. “She will have no such say.”

The twelfth man stood up. “Certainly. I’ll take her then. That is my say.”

All eyes in the room fell on twelve.

Yorin sputtered a protest, growling complaints and generally failing at words.

“High General. We do not let the prisoners have their choice to who they serve.”

Twelve rolled his eyes. “Certainly. I am making my choice.” He looked back at you. “My choice is only perchance helped by her opinion.” His eyes roved over your figure and you remembered how scantily clad you were to be humiliated.

You bit back a flush, wondering why this cruel man was having such an effect on you.

Clearly he was unpopular with the others. Yet he was still one of them. This dynamic fascinated you. But to what end?

“She will be in my ward by nightfall. Yes?” Twelve looked around the room, silently daring anyone to challenge him. When no one spoke, save for a grunt from Yorin, the man nodded. “Very good. Then we are adjourned from your humiliation farce.”

“This is an important ceremony!” One of the generals cried out. “Surely you should know. It is utmost important that we keep our enemies cowed, to know what would face them should they rebel.”

“Yes. Quite.” The man turned and disappeared through a side door without a trace.

You watched him go, keeping your head slightly bowed. You would comply, for now.

There was surprised silence around the circle, followed by begrudging acceptance. The generals all stood, bowing to one another, before exiting the room in their own ways.

It was late day already, the sun nearing its set. The guards gripped your arms, dragging you from the room and sending you to your new life. Whatever that might be.

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tired-truffle · 2 years

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Rivers and Roads

A Lokixfem!reader fic

Word Count: 2.4k

Part 1/16 (Series is Complete!)

Summary:

Loki had been alone for so long that he’d almost lost track of the years. Yet he couldn’t. He wished he could let go, let time pass him by as he waited out his sentence. He longed for the numb and empty feeling he used to have before he had met you . Anything was better than the gaping hole you’d ripped open in his heart when you had left.

When you wake up on an alien planet with a man you don’t know, you think that’s about as crazy as your life is going to get. But when you start having visions of Loki that you don’t remember, things get more complicated than you ever could have imagined.

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“Do you accept?” The spectre’s words were anything but warm, venom dripped from its voice and its thin, blood-red lips curved up into what could only be described as a poor imitation of a smile.

Loki stood in the small clearing a few miles from his makeshift home on this hostile planet. He’d been on a hunt, while also avoiding being hunted himself. He’d been alone for so long that he’d almost lost track of the years. Yet he couldn’t. He wished he could let go, let time pass him by as he waited out his sentence. He longed for the numb and empty feeling he used to have before he had met you. Anything was better than the gaping hole you’d ripped open in his heart when you had left.

It had been sixty-three years, eight months, fifteen days, and twenty-three hours.

Almost another whole other day had passed since he’d lost you. And here he was, finally being offered what he hadn’t even let himself dream about; another chance with you.

He wanted you back more than he’d ever willingly admit. If it was possible, if this thing was telling the truth, how could he not take it? Yet there was so much that could go wrong, one misstep and he could lose you again, it would be his fault again.

That nagging voice at the back of his mind didn’t care. He’d beaten the odds many times before, what was to say he could do it again?

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Loki asked, his fingers twitching as he ached to pick up the knife and plunge it into the spectre’s chest. He didn’t forget what had happened, couldn’t forget. He most certainly did not forgive.

“You are the God of Lies, are you not?” It countered, its sharp accent punctuating its words, “Surely you would know.”

Loki ground his teeth, that smug bastard. He couldn’t figure out a reason for it to lie, there were clear benefits to both sides. And as it had said, keeping you now was only causing it problems. Did Loki really care anyway? As long as he had you back he didn’t care about the details. He could figure it out later.

“I accept,” Loki said, willing his voice not to waver. He squared his shoulders, he excelled at portraying an image of confidence and strength, even if his stomach felt like he’d swallowed a hundred writhing snakes.

The spectre nodded, “It is done. We will see you again, Loki Laufeyson.” It bared its teeth in a half smile, “Soon.”

Its black cloak billowed, a ray of bright orange light bursting out of its body and illuminating the clearing. Loki had to look away and shield his eyes or he’d risk going blind. The wind ripped from the spectre and flew towards him, making him plant his feet and lean in so he wasn’t launched into the woods behind him.

It stopped as swiftly as it had started, leaving Loki reeling as he regained his bearings. He blinked the spots from his vision and shook his head. What he saw made his heart leap into his throat.

The spectre had disappeared and in its place was a naked body lying prone in the grass, its back to him.

His legs felt wobbly, and his breath left his lungs. He’d know that figure anywhere, it had to be you. He stumbled over, dropping to his knees as his strength failed him.

It’s cold out, he reminded himself, and she has nothing to keep her safe.

Loki needed to get you warm, now. He pulled on his stifled magic and managed to summon a thick blanket from his home. You’d already started to shiver in your unconscious state and he quickly threw it over you. His hands hovered above your body, ready to pick you up, but he paused. What if it was all an illusion? How could he handle it if his hands went right through you?

He steeled himself, he had nothing left to lose. If you weren’t truly here then life would be no more different than it was this morning. He took a deep breath before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You were solid and warm underneath his touch and he finally let out a shuddering sob that he had been holding too long. Tears leaked from his eyes as he turned you over so he could see your face.

You looked so peaceful, as beautiful as he remembered, yet such a contrast to his last memories of you. That horrible look you had given him, so full of grief and crumbling dreams had broken his heart. He drank in your untroubled face, desperately trying to replace those images. And yet, as he looked at you, asleep and no different than he remembered, he felt a burning feeling rise up in his chest. He growled in frustration, he didn’t have time for these petty mortal feelings. He thought he’d dealt with them when he’d last been in New York.

Loki breathed deeply and reeled in his quickly escaping emotions, it wasn’t safe out here, he had to get you inside. He could deal with his issues later.

He picked you up gently in his arms, relishing the weight of you against his chest, and broke into a sprint. He hadn’t gone that far before he’d been interrupted, but there was all manner of creatures out there who would relish in the scent of easy prey such as yourself.

The only thing running through his mind was that you were back; you may not remember him for now, but he would ensure you were safe and cared for.

He owed you that much, your death had been his fault after all. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

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You groaned, your body felt like it had been steamrolled, run over with a tractor, and steamrolled again. Your brain was so fuzzy it may as well have been replaced with a peach for all the good it did you. It reminded you of an AOL startup, with shrieking that rang in your ears, and an inability to process anything outside of booting up.

You heard footsteps quickly padding towards you. You lived alone, had someone come over to look after you while you were sick or injured? Whatever had happened to you, it must have been bad. The only thing you could remember was an unearthly orange glow that seemed to go on forever and a watery floor beneath your feet. Maybe you’d had an accident in the water during an orange-tinted sunset. Had your friends convinced you to skinny dip only for it to have ended in disaster?

It took all your effort to crack open your eyes, taking a moment to blink away the blurriness and survey your surroundings. The ceiling above you seemed to be made of shiny silver metal, the walls were much the same. The bed you were on was large enough to fit your body lengthwise if you wanted, but the dark blue satin sheets were absolutely not from your bed.

You started to panic; where exactly were you? Your rational brain tried to suggest a hospital, but since when did hospitals have metal walls?

“Careful,” Came a smooth baritone voice from beside you, “You still need time to recover.”

You didn’t listen. You whipped your head to the side, your neck screaming at the sudden movement. You didn’t know that voice, you didn’t know this place, had you been kidnapped?

The man kneeling beside you didn’t look like a kidnapper. At least none like you would see on the news. The only word you needed to describe him was gorgeous. You were pretty sure kidnappers didn’t look like that. Maybe this was a hospital and you were lucky enough to have a hot nurse. That was always what you wanted to find when you woke up after a horrible injury, right?

His shoulder-length black hair hung loose, framing his angular face and sharp jaw. His light green eyes studied you as one might look at a frightened and fragile lost kitten. He was wearing some tight, dark, leather suit, which did scream kidnapper to you, but it looked good on him so you weren't complaining. Though it did rule out him being a nurse, you were almost positive that nurses didn’t wear leather.

Were you in your right mind? Absolutely not. But could you also see the deep-set concern in how he pursed his lips and creased his brows? Yes. And that was enough for your addled brain to feel okay. Would a kidnapper be concerned about their victim? Maybe if it meant that they wouldn’t get the reward money.

You tried to speak but instead made a grating, choking noise as your throat constricted. It felt like you hadn’t spoken in decades, like dust had collected and piled up while you’d slept. You cleared your throat before he could interrupt you and tried again.

“Where?” You asked, unable to get the rest of the words out. One word was fine for now. Your voice was almost impossible to understand because of how raspy it was, but you hoped he got the gist.

“You’re safe.” He answered. Not exactly what you were hoping for, but still good to know.

“Who are you?” You were able to get more words out this time. You were sure that if you had any extra energy you would be freaking out at this point, maybe yelling, running away in fear. You were starting to think it was a good thing you were so tired. You couldn’t imagine any other way you’d feel comfortable around a stranger, handsome or not, who had you in a very susceptible state.

“Loki.”

The name rang a bell. You didn’t know much about Norse Mythology, but you’d vaguely heard of Loki before. This guy’s parents must have been big into those stories, or perhaps Norwegian themselves, though he didn’t look like he descended from Norway. From his British accent and jet-black hair, your best guess would be that he was from somewhere in Britain. Maybe his parents were British scholars who researched Norse Mythology.

Loki’s family history really wasn’t important. You needed your brain to focus instead of guessing this stranger’s ancestry, but you felt a need to place this strange feeling in your chest that had crept up when he’d said his name. This need to rationalize and make sense of your surroundings. A name was something you could place, and you like to think you’d done quite well in figuring it out. You’d have high-fived yourself if you could move your arms. You could also have it completely wrong, you could barely think straight.

Loki picked up a cup on the table beside the bed, holding it in front of you, “You should drink, you’ve been asleep for a few days.”

You jolted, a few days?!

“You’ll be alright,” Loki said, instantly calm spread through your body, you believed him, despite your better judgement, “But you should have some water, human bodies need it often.”

You looked at him suspiciously, human bodies? He looked human to you, but you’d seen enough T.V. to know that’s what aliens said when they were trying to appear human.

Oh God, had you been abducted by aliens?

Before you could panic any further about this man being too attractive to be real and definitely a human skin suit with a little green man piloting from inside, Loki interrupted your train of thought.

“I didn’t poison it,” He insisted, moving the cup closer to your mouth, “If I wanted you dead I would have done it already.”

That wasn’t what you had been thinking, “How comforting.” You grumbled. He cracked a small smile and nodded again at the cup.

You couldn’t deny you needed water, and if it was poisoned then at least you’d be out of the pain that currently shot through your body. A morbid thought, but right now you had no control over where your brain decided to go.

You tried to convince your body to move enough so you could take a sip, but after you’d thoroughly wrenched it when looking at Loki for the first time, it refused to cooperate and instead sent a jolt of pain down to your toes.

You let out a hiss, this was more difficult than you had anticipated.

“Allow me?” He held out his free hand and gestured towards the back of your head. You let out a long-suffering sigh and nodded ever so slightly, it was as much as your neck would allow. You didn’t like being this helpless, but you weren’t about to be your usual stubborn self and refuse his aid. You needed that water, your tongue felt like a dry piece of sandpaper and your throat wasn’t much better.

Loki gently put his hand behind your head and lifted you enough to take a drink as he tilted the glass. Embarrassingly some dribbled down your chin, but Loki said nothing as he wiped it off with the edge of the sheet.

“Thank you,” You blushed. A beautiful stranger wiping dribble off your chin wasn’t exactly what you would have had in mind for your morning, or was it afternoon? You didn’t see any windows or clocks to tell you the time.

“You should get some more rest,” He pulled the sheet back up to your neck.

You wanted to protest, but after your body had received the water it needed, it seemed more than ready to go back into hibernation. Your eyelids fluttered with exhaustion as you struggled to stay awake. You still had so many more questions, what had happened to you, where exactly were you, and why was he helping you?

Loki stood up, his head nearly reaching the ceiling. You hadn’t realized how tall he was, or maybe how low the ceiling was, when he had been in a kneeling position. Great, not only was he a beautiful stranger, he was a tall, dark, handsome stranger. The full package.

“Why?” You managed to ask as your eyes finally shut.

“Get some rest, we will talk when you wake up.” He said instead of a response.

You didn’t fight him, you didn’t have any strength left to insist on a real answer to your very vague question.

Your brain seemed to have enough of your endless trains of thought and flipped off like a light switch. There was nothing you could do as you slipped into unconsciousness besides hope that Loki was telling the truth, that you were safe.

What a shame it would be to die now when your life had just gotten so terrifyingly interesting.

A/N: I had the idea for this fic while listening to Rivers and Roads by The Head And The Heart and its one of my favourite songs!!

I’ve been wanting to post this fic for so long but I had a lot to figure out, its all planned out now and 9 drafts have been completed so I should be getting these out quickly :)

Thank you for reading ❤️

Next Chapter

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #no use of y/n #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #fluff #visions #falling in love #marvel mcu #loki needs a hug #protective loki #hurt loki #multi chapter #reader insert #eventual smut #loki laufesyon x reader #loki fic recs #loki fic

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 years

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Hi everyone !! Does anyone of you know some youtuber!reader // blogger!reader // vlogger!reader // journalist!reader with loki, thor, steve, bucky or poly ? Can be on Tumblr AO3 or even Wattpad 😉

I searched but didn't find a lot, maybe you could help 😊

Thanks a lot, please reblog so more people can see 🤗🥰

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unityrain24 · 1 year

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Chapter 8 of Convalescence

wattpad link here

Fic in which Thor finds Loki's body in space to give his sibling a funeral, but by some miracle the body is frozen and able to be revived. The story continues with Thor learning about Loki's past (especially the Sanctuary), them healing, & reconciling to be siblings again. Best part is that Loki is genderfluid bc im not a coward like m*rvel.

If you'd like to start from the beginning: ao3 | wattpad

#honestly i don't even like marvel anymore they've ruined everything all i have left is fanworks #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 link #fanfiction #fanfic #wattpad #wattpad link #multi-chapter fic #wip #Loki #mcu loki #loki fanfiction #thor #thor odinson #thor fanfiction #genderfluid loki #genderfluid #unityrain.author

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villainousshakespeare · 2 years

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New Loki Fic

Here is a bit from a new Loki fic I am working on. It takes place after the battle of New York. A psychiatrist and trauma specialist has been tasked with debriefing Loki and determining whether or not he is a continued threat.

“I fail to see what this has to do with the invasion,” Loki evaded her question.

“Forget the invasion for a moment. It must have crossed your mind. Just that day Thor had led you all to the Jotunheim to slay the Frost Giants. He tried to take on the entire race, wipe out their evil forever, as you said. All of that hate, all of that killing fervor, directed at a group that you were suddenly included in.”

Loki scoffed and looked away, but inside he was in turmoil.

#six sentence sunday #Loki #Loki Fic #WIP #angst #maybe one shot #maybe multi chapter #not sure #Loki gets thearapy #Someone talk to him about his trauma!#I am such a sap #he is so tragically beautiful

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tardisesandtitans · 3 months

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Pro of my multi chap fanfic: Sooner I do the first chapter, sooner I can write the fun stuff

Con of my multi chap fanfic: Cant write the first chap because I'm stuck thinking it'll be boring and there'll be no way around it 😭

#one of my favourites #lol but also not a lol #sylki #sylki fanfic #sylvie laufeydottir #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #wip #multi-chapter fanfics #loki s1 #loki season 1 #loki season one #loki s2 #loki season two #loki season 2

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holylulusworld · 2 months

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Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

#bucky barnes #lloyd hansen #dean winchester #sam winchester #andy barber #ari levinson #jake jensen #steve rogers #lance tucker #lee bodecker #walter marshall #Traders of love (lust) masterlist #smut #multifandom #reacher #sam wilson

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falling-endlessly · 3 months

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Masterlist:

A heads up:

1. Not taking requests

2. No set update schedule

3. This blog contains 18+ content

Hazbin Hotel:

Teknologik (Vox x Bisexual!Vaggie) —Multi-chapter

Summary: Vaggie is a newly fallen soul in hell. In a strange twist of fate, she manages to get tangled up with the infamous TV demon—and now, he won't leave her alone.

The Lesson (Vox x Reader) —One shot

Summary: Vox comes home to find you lying in a pool of your own blood.

Adoption of Vark (Vox x Reader) —Drabble

Boomerang (Vox x Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Summary: When Vox proves incapable of cutting Valentino out of his sex life despite his many reassurances, you decide to break it off with him and leave for good. He doesn’t take it so well.

Try Me (Vox x Female!Reader) NSFW (18+) —One shot

Summary: You still have a few lessons to learn when it comes to teasing your boss.

The Finer Things in Death (Alastor x Soulmate!Female!Reader—One shot

Summary: An AU where your soulmate's first words to you are tattooed on your body in their handwriting.

Loki (TV series):

The Lazy Eight (Loki x Female!Original Character) —Drabble

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smirkingkitten · 6 months

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Reading list Oktober 2023

pinterest @bellablues99 | Dividers by @cyaspeedy

Hey there,

The first month is already over since I decided not only to silently read here, but to actively comment and reblog fanfictions. It's a lot of fun.

And what a month it has been. The Loki series is finally out, and it was also kinktober. 🤤😏 So here is my first reading list, I plan to share a new list each month. Enjoy browsing and happy reading. 😊✨

Since I don't have many followers yet, please reblog this post to support all these wonderful writers by having more people see and read their stories.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

Series | Collections | Multi Parts

The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles

2 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | more Ch. linked here

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

Prince Charming @immersed-in-mischief

8 Chapters (completed) | Avenger!Loki | angst, fluff

Falling in love with your best friend is always complicated, especially when said best friend is The God of Mischief. When you finally come to terms with the fact that it seems that Loki doesn't return your feelings, you allow yourself to start an online romance and move on. After making plans to finally meet in person, you discover that moving on won't be as easy as you thought.

Under Your Spell @holdmytesseract @multifandom-worlds

3 Parts (one shot collection) | Model!Tom | thirst, fluff, spicy

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (I haven't read yet, but nevertheless I want to link it)

Clandestine F*cks @lokisgoodgirl

25+2 Parts (completed) | Avenger!Loki | smut,

A secret relationship in Avenger's Tower is not an easy task, but with the insatiable Loki as your lover...is it an impossible one?

Hostile F*cks @lokisgoodgirl

21 Parts (completed) | Avenger!Loki | smut, thirst

Loki forever find new ways to irritate you in a selection of erotic outfits. Why is that so goddam irresistible?

One Shots

Exam aid @smolvenger

5k | Prof!Hiddleston | smut, dom/sub

In the Quiet of the Morning @sarahscribbles

3,1k | Asgard!Loki | fluff, smut

Exaltation @infinitystoner

2,2k | Asgard!Loki | smut, oral (m reserving)

A Prince's Release @lokisgoodgirl

1,9k | Asgard!Loki | smut, oral (m reserving)

The Devilish Professor @fanficshiddles

long | Prof!Hiddleston | smut, dom/sub, spanking, bondage

Eavesdrop @oliwrites

medium | Avenger!Loki | smut, soft dom/sub, thight riding

Twenty-Seven Wounds @smolvenger

3k | Coriolanus | comfort, fluff

What makes a princess @muddyorbsblr

3,4k | Avenger!Loki | fluff

S(cream) For Me @simplyholl and @wheredafandomat

Long | Avenger!Loki | smut, dom/sub, cnc, bondage, knife play

Jump "Scare" @ren-does-bullshit

medium | Sub!Loki | smut, dom/sub, anal

Hide & Seek @holdmytesseract

3,1k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, smuttsh

Paris @muddyorbsblr

1,5k | Jonathan Pine | fluff, smutty

Drabbles

My Loki @wheredafandomat

700 | TVA!Loki | smut

I belong to you @wheredafandomat

short | Vampire!Loki | smut

Kinktober One Shots

Cum Play @sarahscribbles

1,4k | Loki | smut, oral (m reserving)

Humiliation and Exhibitionism @sarahscribbles

2,4k | Asgard!Loki | smut, dom/sub

Somnophilia @sarahscribbles

1,4k | Avenger!Loki | smut

Breeding @viviluvssmut

1,4k | Jotun!Loki | smut, dom/sub

Playroom @notyetneedcoffee

medium | Loki | smut, dom/sub, bondage, spanking

Headcanons

The Avengers Movie Loki vs Tva Loki @lokisbiiiitch1993

The First Time @lokisbiiiitch1993

Squirting @lokisbiiiitch1993

✨Happy reading 😊✨

Back to my Fanfiction Bookshelf

Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

#hiddleston #tom hiddleston #fanfiction #one shot #multi chapter #drabble #headcanon #loki #loki laufeyson #smut #loki smut #fluff #loki fluff #avenger loki #fic recs

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vampirefreakism · 2 years

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The Blue Princess (Chapter 7)

Summary: Luna tries some new experimental techniques and Loki hangs out with Bucky

Warnings: some suggestive content

Word count: 3.2k

The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist

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It was another lovely day in middle-of-nowhere Oregon, and Luna wanted to make the most of it. She planned to meditate during prime daylight hours but found her plan slowly being foiled. She searched high and low for a beach towel large enough to spread her yoga mat on, but none were meeting her eyes. The wick on her temper burned shorter and shorter until she wanted to give up. However, a gentle voice from behind stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, what are you looking for?”

Luna turned around and met Bucky’s bright eyes.

“Oh, um, I’m looking for a beach towel,” Luna responded. “Like, one big enough to lay my mat on.” She indicated her yoga mat, which was propped against the wall.

“I have something if you want. It's not a towel, but it's big enough.” Bucky pointed behind him. “I can go get it. It’s still in my bag.”

“I’d totally appreciate that. Thank you.”

With a nod and a smile, Bucky hurried off to fetch his item. True to his word, it wasn’t a towel but a woven mat he’d kept on the floor of his home in Wakanda.

“It’s not much, but it’s made for sitting,” Bucky said as he handed it over.

Luna held it up as high as she could to examine it. It was huge and exactly what she needed.

“Oh, this is perfect.” She folded it up and tucked it under her arm. “Thanks again.”

“Of course,” Bucky said, smiling. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing.”

“I sure hope I will.” Luna waved goodbye and headed for the downstairs doors.

Once outside, she took a deep breath, the air lovingly greeting her lungs. She picked a spot beneath a tree and spread the mat Bucky lent her on the ground, then unrolled her yoga mat on top of it. Bucky’s mat gave the perfect cushioning for sitting on the ground, and Luna could not be more content. She popped back inside to get her pen and notebook but quickly returned and got situated.

“Ok,” Luna said, sighing as she sat on the ground. She jotted a few preliminary notes in her notebook and set it off to the side. Shoes off and beside her, she crossed her legs and rested her wrists gently on her knees.

To Luna, meditation wasn't about clearing the mind but focusing it on a singular topic. She closed her eyes and searched her brain for something to hold on to; anything that held some weight. Rubbing her thumb against the side of her finger, she felt like she was fumbling and grasping at nothing. Her concentration was crumbling away before she could even figure out what to concentrate on.

Luna flashed her eyes open and stood up with a huff. She paced back and forth inside the perimeters of the mat, thinking and thinking about what she wanted to accomplish. She wanted to control her newfound abilities, but it was easier said than done. Unconsciously, they did as they pleased, but under her command? It seemed near impossible.

Turning and pivoting, Luna thought long and hard. She knew strong emotions and injuries called them into being, like fear and anger. But such emotions were counterproductive for a meditation session. If she aggravated herself, she would become a menace for the rest of the day and do nobody any good. And she didn’t want to take a knife to her skin again.

Aside from such powerful negative feelings, what could make her feel so deeply? What else could take her heart in its hand and squeeze?

Luna sat back down and propped her elbow on her knee to rest her chin in her palm. She pondered and thought and pondered again. She thought so hard, and yet, the answer was so simple. Loki made her feel deeply, deeper than she ever believed possible.

Luna straightened her posture, set her hands back on her knees, and closed her eyes. She banished any previous or doubtful thoughts from her mind and concentrated on Loki's image, allowing it to wash over her and encompass her every sense.

His gentle voice was in her ear, his hands on her body, and his distinct aroma in her nose. She arched her back as his imagined touch slowly glided up and over her shoulders, stoking the fire in her belly. It raged as his hands inched down her chest, lips parting ever so slightly as her breathing picked up. She let it undo her, no matter how unreal it was.

The fiery caresses moved lower and closer to her core; so close, there was almost a spark. Luna’s uncertainty gripped her will and urged her to stop, but she pushed it aside. She wanted to surrender and let it move her how it needed to. Fingers trembling, the fire exploded and ran its way through her bloodstream. Every inch of her skin prickled with tiny fires beneath the surface. It swayed her and made her sweat and pant so hard, she thought she might pass out.

A deep-seated throb pushed into Luna’s abdomen, making her lurch forward and plant her hands on the ground. As she caught her breath, she stared hazily at her hands. The impact caused a slight poof of frost to emanate and coat the surrounding blades of grass. She slowly sat back up and ran a hand over her arm. Her periwinkle skin shimmered with frozen water droplets. She couldn't be sure whether it was sweat or condensation, but it fascinated her.

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Bucky yawned and stretched his arms on his way to the kitchen. The six-pack of beer in the fridge called his name, and he hadn't the heart to resist. He took the entire thing out and pulled one from the bunch to fiddle with on his way back to the living room. Blowing out a discordant whistle, he stopped in his tracks as he spotted someone already lounging on the couch.

“Oh, hey,” he said. It was Loki, who flashed him a soft smile.

“Hello,” Loki greeted back. He watched Bucky resume his approach and sit down next to him. “Did you expect to be alone here?”

“Yeah. You’re really quiet.” Bucky set his beer down on the table.

“When I need to be.” Loki watched as Bucky grabbed a second beer and offered it to him. "Oh, thank you." The pair flicked the caps off – Bucky with his left thumb and Loki with his right – and clinked them together.

As Bucky took his first sip, his eyes wandered to the TV screen. The volume was low, and the screen played the scene of some movie he'd never seen before.

“What’re you watching?” Bucky asked.

“Mm, nothing, really,” Loki responded, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m just here to keep an eye on her.” He gestured with the bottle to the window. Bucky followed his line of sight and squinted to see Luna sitting under a tree, writing intently in her notebook.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Loki looked over at Bucky. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Yeah,” Bucky affirmed. The image of Luna’s bloodied body flashed through his mind’s eye. If he were Loki, he’d be keeping the same watchful eye.

Another moment of silence passed until Bucky couldn’t take it and flipped through the channels. He needed something easy and distracting for his busy mind as beer does nothing to dull his racing train of thought.

“Hey, you like conspiracy theories? Like, Loch Ness Monster and whatever?” Bucky asked as he stopped on a mystery channel.

“Sometimes," Loki said and turned his head to face Bucky. “You fancy them?”

“I like to check up on them now and again to see if any of them might be my fault.” Bucky selected the channel and raised the volume a bit. “Like, the Kennedy-second-shooter one.” He tapped his chest with the remote. “That’s me.”

“No,” Loki said in amusement. “I was there that day, I think.”

“No kidding!”

“Junior was a bit of an acquaintance of mine.” Loki picked at his thumbnail. “He wasn’t the best man in the world, but he was a great shag.”

“Ok, I did not need that image in my head.” Bucky rubbed his eyes as Loki chuckled.

“I can give you a better one if you like.”

“No thanks.” Bucky shifted to angle his body towards Loki. “So, why do you watch these?”

Loki shrugged. “I think they're fun, and, uh," he leaned closer, "I'm also responsible for a few of them.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Uh,” he paused to take a sip of his beer as he thought. “Bigfoot, but only a couple of the Northern ones.”

Bucky cracked out a laugh. “Oh my god! No way!”

“That’s what the travelers said too.” Bucky laughed again and patted his thigh a few times out of the sheer comedy of Loki's quip.

“What other ones? I’m curious now.”

“You’ll have to be patient. You get that one for free.” Loki gently poked Bucky’s shoulder.

“Can I guess?”

“Guess all you like. You might get it right.”

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Luna stretched out her neck, feeling the joints between her vertebrae crack as she moved. Her first attempt at conjuring her icy complexion returned as a success, but practice makes better, so she geared up to try again, this time with less resistance and shock.

Wrists against her knees, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Loki again. Not on his touch or his austere visage but on his pure essence. She focused on exactly how he made her feel. All the love, safety, and recognition she received in his eyes. It bloomed in her heart like a flower in bright moonlight. Her cheeks quickly grew warm with emotion, so she kept the sensation flowing. It was all working in her favor.

Luna felt it flow and rush through her veins. She felt it under every inch of her skin. There was no need for Loki's touches as he was already within her. An intimate, beautiful piece of him resided deep inside her and now made up a part of her too. He was the butterflies in her stomach, goosebumps up her arms, and pulsing heat in the basket of her hips. She felt it all and let it fill her from her scalp to her toes.

Fingers moving slowly and rhythmically, Luna felt the flow even out into a continuous spring. It moved and felt like how a river sounded: strong and constant. It was everlasting; it was there before her and would be after her, like her culture and ancestors from the mother country. She always took comfort in the thought, and it was such comfort that gave her the confidence to open her eyes.

She gradually opened one eye first, peeking through her lashes and angling her gaze to her right hand. Glittery periwinkle skin met her eye, so she opened the other and lifted both hands into the light. She rubbed her fingers together and felt rough and smooth textures. The roughness came from the gentle frost forming about her skin and smoothness from dampness that had yet to freeze. Luna wondered if it would and how it would look and feel.

The frozen pieces felt hard against her soft skin, but she didn't feel the cold. She barely felt chilly. She hummed in fascination and traced the patterns going up her arms. Again, she wondered how the rest of her body looked. She hadn't had the privilege of admiring herself or Loki if he would let her at all. She wanted him to feel comfortable with her exploring this with him and through him, but he was still hesitant.

Perhaps she was still a bit to blame. She still hid her body from him, her new scars. He knew they were there. Everyone knew they were there, but she hid them from the one person she didn't need to hide from. Loki had already understood her feelings, but her fear of rejection may begin to read as distrust of his word. He would be within reason to doubt her comfort with him, even a little.

But she was comfortable with him, more than anyone in the universe. He knew her body as well as she knew his. Their scars matched, and they shared a piece of each other. He was a part of her most deeply, down to each cell. He moved her, changed her, and protected her.

Excitement gripped her, as did terror. Change is inevitable and a part of life, but she would need to spend time with it and feel it in its fullness by herself. So, Luna swiveled to lie on the mat and closed her eyes. She loved him dearly, and they swore commitment to each other. To know Loki is to love him, and she needed to uphold her part of the bargain. Luna concentrated on holding the gentle flow in her body, but after some time laying in the shade, drowsiness took over and pulled her into a light sleep.

However long her nap was, she couldn’t tell, but she woke up to the feeling of brisk wind and the sharp tickle of grass. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her right. Her gaze fell on a lone rabbit grazing peacefully a few feet away. She gasped upon seeing it, but its ears twitched, and it stopped nibbling, causing Luna to hold her breath. It stood on its hind legs, looked around, and hopped a few feet further away. It had noticed her and gotten scared. Luna didn’t blame the creature, for she was a bit thankful because now she could move without feeling like an imposition.

Discomfort quickly snuck up on her as she shifted her arms to push her body up to sitting. She looked down behind her and cringed. The mat and her shirt were completely soaked, as was the rest of her body.

“Ugh, what?” Luna groaned. She pulled the damp fabric of her shirt, and it occurred to her that as she slept, the accumulated frost had melted and gone the only place it could go: everywhere.

She pulled her shoes on and shuffled into the house, making a mental note to pick up her notebook and mats after she’d dried off and changed. As she itched at her skin under the wet cloth, cheerful voices met her chilly ears.

“You? You were the guy?” Luna instantly recognized it as Bucky.

“The very one.” The other individual was Loki.

“But how’d you get away? He just said there was no trace.”

“Well, you see, it was a careful timing of me jumping into the air and then Heimdall calling the Bifrost.” Luna walked into view, catching the attention of the two. “Darling!” Loki greeted with a bright smile.

“Woah, why are you wet?” Bucky said with great surprise and concern. He eyed her up and down, glanced outside at the clear skies, and looked back at her.

Luna stopped and gestured to herself. "Condensation. This happens when something gets colder than the surrounding air temperature, and," she paused and waved a dismissive hand, "ah, whatever. I’m going to go change.” She took a few more steps toward the staircase and paused. “Oh, what time is it?”

"It's, uh," Bucky began and glanced at his phone, "almost 2."

“Ok. Loki, remember we got the lawyers calling in about an hour.”

"I remember," Loki said lovingly. "You go get comfortable." They waved at each other, and Luna ran up the stairs and out of sight.

“You got to go?” Bucky asked, feeling a little disappointed.

“In an hour,” Loki replied. “What, are you tired of me already?”

Bucky raised his brows. “Seriously? Five seconds after I learn you’re literally D. B. Cooper? The story’s just getting good!”

“How right you are.” Loki held his beer up and took a sip. “Now, where was I?”

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Loki's remaining hour with Bucky came and went, with Luna making one more trip outside to fetch her things. Loki had gone, and now Bucky was alone as he had planned. He finished three more beers and two more mystery episodes before calling it quits. In the silence, he sat staring out the window. He was at a loss for what to do. Steve and Sam were busy chatting away with Tony or their lawyers. He didn't know Wanda well enough to talk to her, and there was a grey area with Natasha that intimidated him. Luna and Loki were also busy with their lawyers, so no fun there either.

Checking the time again, he wondered if he might take a walk by himself. It seemed peaceful outside, and the air looked warm and crisp. He could also talk to someone. But who? Nebula? It had been a minute since he'd seen her, let alone spoken to her. He checked his numbers and debated pressing hers when lo and behold, his phone dinged with an incoming call. Swallowing nervously, he pushed to answer and held it to his ear.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hi,” Nebula greeted back in her trademark rough voice. “I don’t know why I called. Everyone else was making calls.”

“And let me guess, you felt left out?”

“Mm,” she replied. Bucky nodded his head.

“That’s ok. I was thinking about talking to you anyway.”

“About what?” Nebula’s voice seemed to relax, which made Bucky relax.

“Um,” he adjusted his seating position, “how’s your day going?”

“Fine. Humans are nosey,” Nebula chastised.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, they are. So, uh, how are you handling all the attention?”

“It’s awful. And loud. Everyone’s always asking questions.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. I expected as much.”

“What are you all doing over there?”

“Just hanging out with everyone. Loki, most recently.”

“Mm.” Nebula sighed quietly.

“I don’t think he forgives you, but neither would I if I was him. I come pretty close, actually, and I don’t forgive those people.”

Nebula’s voice softened. “What happened to you besides falling?”

Bucky blinked. “You don’t know?”

“Mm-mm,” Nebula hummed.

“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t since you’re from space and all.” There was a pause as Bucky thought of negating what he said, but Nebula spoke up.

“I don’t forgive my father either.”

“Good. You shouldn’t,” Bucky said confidently.

There was another pause on both their ends. Bucky wondered what to talk about next or if Nebula wanted to keep talking to him. He debated offering an out in case she felt unsure about talking, but instead, she changed the subject.

“I liked dancing with you,” she said softly. “I’d never danced before, so it was nice.”

Bucky smiled sweetly, though she couldn’t see it. “I’m glad you did. I liked it too.” He scratched at the fabric of his pants. “Maybe, when this is all over, we could, um,” he cleared his throat, “we could, uh,” he trailed off.

“Ok,” Nebula answered.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah,” she confirmed, seeming just as nervous. “But don’t tell anyone. I have Quill yapping in my ear enough as it is.”

Bucky laughed and heard Nebula snicker on the other end. "Don't worry; I can keep a secret for ya."

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A/N: apologies again for the late update. I’ve been having the hardest time staying motivated and passionate. I feel like my writing doesn’t matter anymore and I try too hard for no reason. I’m also still coming up with more details to push the story forward and sometimes I forget what I have.

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Prisoner: Loki x Reader - 11

TW: smut, semi public

This is the end unless you folks thing I should do another one or two

Loki bowed low. He wore something of a tiara with small gold horns protruding form his forehead. As he straightened up, his eyes locked yours and he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, looking around nervously. Did you need a guard? Did you want a guard?

“It is a feast for celebrating peace, is it not?” Loki asked innocently.

You crossed your arms and frowned. “A celebration of peace from your people.”

Loki sighed. “Am I truly not welcome?” He spread his arms wide. “I came alone, if it matters.”

Your heart skipped a beat, what did he mean by alone?

Reading your face, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “This is a feast for your hand too, is it not?”

You squinted at him, studying him dubiously. “Perhaps.” You paused. “Why would that matter to you?”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Asgard is in want of a good queen. I am in want of a wife. You are in want of a good king, and husband, and an alliance of such powerful nations.”

“Asgard is not what it once was.”

“Is it not?”

Your eyes darkened as you looked at him.

“I have put our efforts into the arts, into peace and reparations, but Asgard has always been a warrior society. I simply pulled back on the need to conquer.”

“You have a standing army?” You asked in disbelief.

“You of all people should know what Asgard is like.”

“I didn’t get much chance to know it, if you remember.”

“Did you not? I recall showing you the expanse of the palace, having you sit in on war meetings, learning Asgard’s inner workings. Or were you too busy skulking to have learned anything?” Loki snapped back.

“I will not stand for this.” You huffed, pushing past him as you made to walk away.

Loki’s hand shot out, grasping your arm. In one swift movement, he pulled you back against him until you were flush against his chest. “I did not mean to offend.” He murmured.

“Shut up.” You shook your head before reaching up and cupping his face, lips meeting his hungrily after so long apart.

Your mouths moved in sync, kissing passionately. You opened your mouth, allowing further access for him as he all but devoured you.

Loki lifted you up and set you on the balcony ledge. You wrapped your ankles around his waist. Reaching down, Loki undid his trousers and began lifting up your many skirts. He bit and nipped down your jaw, to your bare shoulder, sinking his teeth down hard and leaving a mark.

And then he was entering you. So thick, so long, so deep. His cock slid into you with hardly any resistance as you relaxed around him, welcoming him further and further. After he had settled at his desired depth, he paused for a moment, burying his face in your bosom.

“Move, damn you.” You hissed under your breath.

Loki was quick to comply, thrusting in and out. You met him, thrust for thrust, rocking your hips into his. He remembered your sweet spot, angling his cock and hitting it with each thrust. You could feel him pulsating within you, his heartbeat throbbing within his cock as he slammed into you. Nuzzling your face in his shoulder, you gasped softly as you came. Inner walls clenching around him and after several more thrusts, Loki too followed, letting out a long, soft, low moan.

The two of you leaned into each other, holding the other close and did not speak. His cock was still buried deep within you.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Loki held you tight, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head.

“I have so much planned for you.” Loki murmured.

You pulled back slightly, wincing at the sensitive feeling between your legs. His girth was still buried deep in your core and only half flaccid. “I would be your queen?”

Loki nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

You clenched your inner walls around his cock, and he bit back a sharp groan. “Is that a challenge, pet?”

You smirked up at him. Loki lifted you off and set you down, redoing his trousers and then adjusting your skirts.

“What will I tell the people, the other suitors?” You asked, worrying at your lower lip.

“Whatever you want. Run away with me if you wish.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, let us inform my people I have chosen a husband.” You took his hand and tugged him after you.

Loki complied, a smile touching his mouth as he followed you.

“I will still rule my court.” You added as you walked.

“Until you have an heir to tend it for you. I shall make our time together as sweet as our parting.”

You bit your lip and didn’t respond.

All eyes fell upon the two of you, hand in hand as you reentered the ball.

“I have found my husband.” You declared.

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Rivers and Roads

A Lokixfem!reader fic

Word Count: 3.5k

Part 2/16

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“They decided to let you stay then?” You asked, looking up at Loki’s concentrated face. You were walking through a field of short-cut grass, a high-tech-looking grey metal building beside you.

“Loki?” You prompted upon his silence, waving your hand in front of his face. He frowned at you, unimpressed as usual with your casualness. You snorted a laugh and he rolled his eyes. You could have sworn there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“There are conditions to my stay, but yes, they have decided to ‘keep their enemies close’” He sneered, kicking at the grass as he walked.

“And the conditions?” You asked.

Loki huffed, “I am to stay on the grounds and use no magic unless otherwise instructed. To make sure I comply they have taken the liberty of clamping these obscene bracelets on me to stifle my magic.” He flicked his wrists so the sleeves of his leather outfit moved up to reveal small metal bracelets with engravings you couldn’t understand. They were securely fit to his wrists, you weren’t sure how they even got them on him. Magic, probably, it was the answer to most things.

“Curtesy of one of your earthly sorcerers,” Loki grimaced, “More like a second-rate magician.”

“Be nice,” You scolded playfully, “It’s better than high-security prison where you would probably be wearing some version of those cuffs anyway. You should thank Banner for vouching for you.”

He scowled, “It’s bad enough that I am now consorting with people that I once set out to conquer, let alone that I have let them harness me like a dog.”

“You did try to take over Earth.” You pointed out, “You can’t blame them for being cautious.”

Loki scoffed, “I was King of Asgard for a few years, they shouldn’t worry about their silly little planet.”

“You mean you posed as the King of Asgard for a few years.” You corrected.

Loki waved you off, “Semantics. It no longer matters, seeing as Asgard is gone.” There was a hollowness to his words that broke your heart.

You stopped walking, putting a hand on his arm as you turned to face him. “I am sorry I wasn’t able to save Asgard,” You said, barely more than a whisper, the guilt swallowing your voice, “I am sorry that this was the compromise that had to be made, but as soon as this war with Thanos is over, maybe you could convince Thor to bring you somewhere where you don’t have to have your magic bound. Maybe you could disguise yourself as another planet’s king.”

You dropped your hand, shoving them both into your pockets as you looked away from him. Maybe you’d grown attached to this grumpy ice cube but you didn’t need him to know exactly how attached that really was.

He tapped underneath your chin with his index finger, almost impatient for you to look back at him. You expected to find a cool and indifferent stare, but instead, that eternally irritated mask he always wore around most others had cracked ever so slightly.

“Asgard wasn’t your fault,” He said firmly, leaving you no room to argue that yes it actually was, “And as much as I may complain, I won’t forget that you saved my life, even if I haven’t made it easy for you.” Your throat felt tight. At least you’d done that one good thing.

“And,” He continued, “When I’m ready to leave this ridiculous planet, you will come with me. I will not leave you at the mercy of Thor’s oafish drinking contests.”

You blinked, you hadn’t expected that. True, you’d been closer with him recently, but inviting - more like telling - you to stay with him on some foreign planet was a surprise to you.

You opened your mouth to answer but were interrupted by the firing up of the Quinjet’s engine.

“We should go,” Loki began walking again as people started coming out of the hanger door towards the plane. You nodded, it was time to go to war.

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You woke up with a start, your mind still reeling from that extremely vivid dream. The more you woke up, the more it faded, yet you couldn’t shake how real it had felt. Your dreams were normally so strange that you had no doubt they were fake, but this… You decided it must have something to do with your addled brain. You still didn’t know what happened to you, concussion symptoms could include realistic dreams about the man who’d been playing nursemaid for you for all you knew.

Rationalizing was the only thing keeping you sane.

You briefly hoped you’d dreamed of waking up in that bed that wasn’t yours, surrounded by metal walls, and a stranger with the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen. Your hopes were quickly shot down as you looked around, adjusting to the dim light, and recognized your surroundings as being the same. However, this time you had enough mental energy to take a better look around.

The room you were in wasn’t just a bedroom, it contained a bedside table, a small cooking area, complete with a wood stove, and smoke funnel out the top of the completely metal walls that rose up in a dome over the living space. There was a bookshelf stacked with intricate-looking books, and a small green couch off to one side that looked like it had seen better days. The bed you were currently laying in was on the far wall between the kitchen and couch area. On the couch, under a thin blanket, was the sleeping form of who you assumed to be Loki. You couldn’t see his face, but you could see his silky black hair splayed across the pillow. You could make out the shape of his knees tucked in under the blanket so he could fit. That couldn’t be comfortable.

There wasn’t any art on the walls. There were a few shelves lined with what looked like various hunting equipment, some dried meats, and some fruits or vegetables that you had never seen before. There were two doors, one next to the kitchen with a tightly sealed locking wheel, and the other that was close to where Loki slept had a regular door knob. You wondered where they led and if you could walk there and escape without Loki noticing. You looked down at the ground and noticed that it too was made of metal. If it got cold here that would be brutal to walk on.

You felt better than you had when you’d last woken up. A little weak, but as far as you could tell you had no external injuries.

Your stomach let out a loud growl, alerting you to the intense hunger that gnawed at you. You felt a sharp spike of pain lower in your torso which clued you into the fact that you also really really needed to pee. You looked around for a bathroom, hoping to God that he had one. You couldn’t imagine the embarrassment of having to go in a bucket with Loki sleeping right there. You decided to try the door with the regular handle, if anything it could give you privacy to use a bucket.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, fighting off the lightheadedness that almost caused you to black out. You breathed through it, waiting for the spots in your vision to subside before carefully placing a foot on the floor. You realized as you looked down at your now uncovered body, that the clothes you were wearing weren’t yours, though they seemed to fit you well and felt comfortably loose. You weren’t sure where he’d gotten clothes that would fit you and you certainly weren’t the same body type. What had he done with the clothes you’d been wearing? Unless whatever had happened to you had destroyed your clothes without physically harming you, you couldn’t see why you weren’t wearing them. You realized with a start that you had no underwear or bra on. Your face turned red, had he undressed and redressed you? What had happened to your clothes? Moreover, what had happened to you?

You felt that sharp spike of pain again in your bladder and pushed those questions aside for now. The last thing you wanted to do was pee Loki’s bed, you couldn’t imagine he’d be pleased about that.

You stumbled as quietly as you could towards the bathroom, your socked feet helping to minimize your sound. The ground was freezing, about as brutal to step on as you had guessed. The air itself was not warm either, you’d been cozy enough under the blankets in bed, but the cold seeped through your clothes and sent chills through your body.

You peeked over your shoulder at Loki once you’d reached the door. You were pleased to see he hadn’t stirred. You were even more pleased to find the door unlocked and a small toilet, foot pump sink, and medium-sized basin - likely for bathing - in the tiny room.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sat on the toilet that reminded you of the type you’d see in a mobile home. He must live in a strange post-modern trailer with no windows. Maybe he was a private guy, or he just really didn’t like the sunlight. Either way, a toilet was a toilet. You knew that the flushing would probably wake him up if he wasn’t up already from the sound of the longest and loudest peed you’d ever had in your life, but you weren’t about to leave a full bowl for him to find. It was bad enough he’d probably seen you naked and had been caring for you while you were unconscious in his bed, you couldn’t do this to him too.

You resigned yourself to flushing, and washing your hands, but you refused to be a bad guest to someone who had seemingly helped you out. Or so you hoped.

You poked your head out the bathroom door to find that Loki had indeed woken up. He was sitting upright on the couch, the blanket folded beside him, looking at you with an expression that you couldn’t read, though it looked fairly like some sort of distress. Had you not been supposed to use the bathroom?

“Hey,” You said quietly, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind you. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, hoping to maintain at least some semblance of modesty. It was cold, and your chest decided to broadcast that to anyone who happened to sneak a glance.

He raised an eyebrow, “Hello.”

The awkward silence that ensued made you antsy, you bounced on your feet, wishing he would say something else.

“Are you hungry?” Loki asked, gesturing towards the small kitchen and fulfilling your wish.

Your stomach answered for you with a deep growl. Your face heated up at the small smile and twinkle in his eye like he was holding back a laugh for your sake.

“I will take that as a yes.”

He got up and crossed the small space in only a few strides. Now that you were more coherent you realized that the ceiling was only just tall enough to fit him, though he couldn’t have been much over six feet.

You stayed where you were, shivering as the cold settled into your bones. Loki wasn’t wearing that strange leather outfit like he was when you had first woken up, and in your dream, but instead was dressed in clothing similar to yours. In fact, it looked exactly like yours, only in a size that fit him. It clung to his figure and you averted your eyes so you didn’t stare at him.

He’s a stranger, you reminded yourself, don’t ogle strangers, you weirdo.

Loki rummaged through a basket on the shelf and pulled out a small bag of dried fruit - or at least what you hoped was fruit - and grabbed some bread from a basket beside that one. Even people who live in odd metal trailers had snack drawers, you were pleased that not everything about this place was off.

He held out the snacks to you and you hesitated. Stranger danger taught you never to accept food from people you didn’t know, yet you were so hungry you almost didn’t care.

“I don’t bite,” He said, a teasing smile on his face. It lit up his features and took your breath away. Though maybe that was the weakness from your recent comatose state setting in.

Beautiful wasn’t the right word for him, stunning and God-like were much more accurate.

Stop it, you chided yourself. Stockholm Syndrome may not be a real thing but it was going to start being one if you didn’t reign it in.

You gave him a shy smile and shuffled over. You all but snatched the food out of his hands and shoved a slice of bread into your mouth as fast as you could. You swallowed it in only a few bites, your stomach would not be ignored. You wouldn’t normally eat like a barbarian, but you hadn’t eaten in what felt like hundreds of years, and the hunger had taken control.

Loki’s eyebrows raised in shock and he reached into the bread basket to get you some more, “I may not bite, but I’m unsure if the same can be said about you.”

“Sorry,” You said, grateful for more food, you wanted to enjoy the dried fruit, but first you needed a nice bed of carbs for your stomach to settle.

“You can sit on the couch, I’ll make something a bit more filling before you bite my fingers off, and grab a blanket before your clattering teeth become unbearably loud.”

Your cheeks turned a light pink and you looked down at the floor to try to hide it. Not only had you taken over his space, but you’ve acted like a strange lost dog, sneaking into his bathroom, threatening to bite his fingers off, and clattering your teeth so loudly that you’d started to annoy him.

You did as you were told, taking the extra slices of bread with you, and waited patiently on the couch, the blanket didn’t offer as much warmth as you wanted, but it was enough to stop your teeth from clacking together. However, describing your attempt at waiting as ‘patient’ may have been an overstatement. You waited for at least a solid ten minutes… or five… or maybe more like two. But honestly, how were you supposed to tell how long it has been when there wasn’t a clock anywhere in sight?

“So,” You started, hoping that he could hear you over the sounds of him chopping vegetables, “Where am I exactly? And how did I get here? And do I know you?”

You took another big bite of bread so you wouldn’t let loose any more of the millions of questions bouncing around in your head. He stiffened, pausing his chopping to look back at you, a searching look in his eyes. It startled you, a look that intense from a man holding a very large kitchen knife wasn’t exactly comforting.

“What do you remember.” It was more of command and less of a question.

You shook your head, your shoulders curling inwards. The bread in your mouth tasted like ash. “I don’t remember anything, at least nothing about how I got here or how I met you.”

That searching look shuddered closed in one blink.

“I found you in the forest outside my home, you were unconscious though seemingly uninjured. I brought you here so you could be safe.” He looked away and went back to cutting. You didn’t think that wasn’t quite right, call it a gut feeling, but you couldn’t think of anything to ask without outright accusing him of keeping something from you.

“And where-“ You cut yourself off as you watched Loki snap his fingers in front of the wood stove and a fire came roaring to life on the deep purple wood you saw inside.

He looked at you, a cocky grin on his face, “You were saying?”

“How - How did you do that?” You stuttered, your eyes as wide as saucers as you pointed to the fire.

“Magic.” He said like it was no big deal, before turning back around to put the vegetables and some dark liquid that smelled like beef broth in a pot on the stove.

“Okay…” You felt a tinge of panic in your chest. Either he was joking or he was not as stable as you had hoped. Yet, he had allowed you - or stolen you - into his home for multiple days and didn’t seem at all miffed that he had to care for a complete stranger. You took that as a good sign that he meant well.

Or maybe he had a clapper that register the sound of a snap and was able to ignite the oven. He seemed to be teasing you, he treated you like a friend, not like a captive, so you were going to take that as another good sign. You hoped it was that option.

You can trust him! Your heart kept insisting, but your brain was not so easily convinced.

“As I was saying,” You decided to move past the ‘magic’, “Where exactly is here?” You were afraid to hear the answer. This metal trailer unnerved you with its lack of windows. That and the very tall magic man who was currently cooking you dinner with some weird-looking vegetables that you didn’t recognize. They were a vibrant green, shaped like a potato, with a soft pink inside.

“That is a good question, but thanks to my brother, I don’t know the answer.” He said, bitterness coating his voice. He kept his back to you and stirred the soup, his shoulders tensed.

“You don’t know where you live?” You asked hesitantly, worried you would only anger him more.

He shook his head, “If I did I would have gotten off of this infernal planet ages ago.”

“Right,” Okay he was definitely not in his right mind, “Do you have a cellphone I can borrow? I’m sure my family is worried about me, I can arrange for them to pick me up so I can be out of your hair.”

He looked at you as though you had two heads, “You’re across the room, how could you be in my hair?”

“What?”

“You aren’t in my hair.”

“It’s just a saying.”

“It doesn’t make any sense.” He pointed his wooden spoon at you to emphasize his point. “And no, I do not a phone, nor would it matter if I did, it would not work here.”

You shifted nervously on the couch. You hoped the nearest town was close by, the more you talked to him, the more red flags popped up. You had a feeling he wasn’t going to let you go.

“I want to go home,” You said in a quiet voice, your fear creeping up your throat, your brain feeling foggy as something prickled at the corner of your thoughts.

“You can’t leave, it is safest for you here.” Loki insisted, his voice low, turning back to tend to the soup. You felt sick, you were being held hostage by a man you had very little hopes of overpowering. Your body seemed keen to keep failing you, the weakness spreading through your limbs made you slump forward as you lost all control over yourself.

The prickling grew suddenly sharper and you cried out in pain, your vision deteriorating in a sea of spots. You tried to hold on to your consciousness, but there was something in his tone of voice, hardened and angry, that had your brain shutting down and bringing you someplace different, though not anywhere you felt any less afraid.

You felt the cold metal floor beneath your body and you pushed yourself up, scanning the room. It felt similar to your dream, vivid, but that you were simply a passenger in your own body, forced to watch as your thoughts became different, and you said things you didn’t understand.

You were in a dark room, a brazier in the middle. There was a blaze of blue fire flickering gently, casting a faint glow across the room. You couldn’t see any more of your surroundings, the room could be tiny, or the endless darkness could contain all sorts of horrors you were scared to even imagine.

Movement from the other side of the brazier caught your eye as a figure appeared in the light. His face was tinted blue from the fire, his eyes flickered with barely checked rage, and the shadows that lined his face made him appear exhausted. He looked different than how you’d just seen him, but there was no doubting who it was.

It was Loki, and he didn’t look pleased to see you.

He sneered down at where you sat on the floor, “A mortal? What kind of idiotic joke is this?”

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cleo-fox · 8 months

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master list/about me

about me

I write fanfic.

Right now, I’m focusing on Loki/Reader one shots. They’re mostly smut.

Okay, maybe they're exclusively smut.

I also suffer from periodic James Conrad brainrot.

You can find my work on Tumblr and AO3. I do not post fanfic on any other platforms at this time.

I don't have a tag list—it’s just a little too much for me to keep up with.

I don’t take requests, but my asks/DMs are open if you want to chat!

My updates are erratic. I am a slow-ish writer and I have a small child and a full-time job, so it can vary quite a bit.

I am still updating As the Clock Strikes Midnight, I just wrote myself into a very irritating corner and am trying to figure out how to get out of it.

Since we apparently have to say this now: I do not consent to having my work uploaded to AI or chatbot software.

fics (all are on AO3 as well)

one-shots

Surrender (Loki x Female Reader)

Movie Night (Loki x Female Reader)

Overtime (One Shot Series) Overtime (Loki x Female Reader) Daylight (Loki x Female Reader)

Unraveled (Loki x Female Reader)

Wildest Dreams (James Conrad x Female Reader)

two-shots

Close Quarters - Part 1 | Part 2 (Loki x Female Reader)

three shots

Conquer - Part 1

multi-chapter

As the Clock Strikes Midnight (Loki x Female Reader) Currently on AO3 only--I am hoping to get it crossposted to Tumblr at some point, just haven't gotten there yet.

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Hello everyone!

After writer's block and some changes in my life (mostly good ones), I'm finally able to write again. I can't believe that the last lines I wrote for my Loki fics were in July/August 2023. Unbelievable.

Here is my new multi-part fic!

It's a modern AU, I will use MCU characters and facts incorrectly and Loki will be as I want him to be. The Multiverse is open and I do what I want. Those who have read my other stuff know what I mean. So if you don't like it, don't read it. This story will contain morally grey stuff (or not, I don't know. What exactly is morally grey? But nothing too bad happens here or without consent. It's still a love story), fluff, angst and eventually smut…so 18+ only, please!

I also use random names/characters, they have nothing to do with the MCU, they're a product of my fantasy. They are inspired by real-life people and also the plot might be inspired by real-life experiences (not every part of the plot, please keep that in mind). So please don't steal my stuff, use your own experiences and let them inspire you. I also did some research but without a guarantee of completeness and accuracy.

Here is the first chapter of my new fic. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. 💚

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader / 18+

Chapter 1

Preview here

Warnings: none so far, contains fluff, angst, and smut (eventually), it's a slow-burn love story.

“I leave."

"Yeah, good. Go home and get some rest. I don't know when I'll be back. Might be late. “

“That's not what I meant.”

“Then explain.”

“I leave the company…and you!”

“It's just a phase, darling. Take a few days off and then everything will be fine again.”

“You really don't get it, do you? It's not a phase.”

“No one screws things up with me! Not even you! ...you have six months.”

3 months later

Damn! Just damn! You were late, like always. You were permanently struggling with keeping places in time and today it wasn't any different. It was pouring rain since you had left your apartment and you were nearly completely drenched from head to toe and of course, you had forgotten your umbrella. The only protection from the rain was the high collar and the hood of your coat. You hurried through the streets of Manhattan, melding into the people who crowded the sidewalks. The city's smells and noises were engulfing you, uncountable different languages and accents were hitting your ears. On every street corner was music, played by street entertainers who tried to grab some money from the people passing by. Car horns were honking, and brakes were squeaking, the sirens of ambulances or police cars drowning out any other sounds. The whole city was buzzing and glowing, a permanent noise filling ears and streets, echoing between amazing skyscrapers. But you loved it, this was your hometown and you have been living here for five years now. You wouldn't stay here forever, surely not, but for now you would stay.

On your way to your appointment this afternoon you accidentally bumped into someone because you held your head down to keep the rain away from your face. “Hey, watch it, girl!” a manly voice scolded you. You apologized with a hasty: “Sorry”, and continued your way unimpressed. Somehow you managed to cruise fluently through the masses of people and cars and reached the building you wanted to go to right in time. You passed the doorman, who gave you a friendly smile, and the security men in their black suits in the reception area, who greeted you with a short nod. They looked much too good for your liking but you couldn't deny your attraction to tall men with broad shoulders in black suits. You had a soft spot for this kind of man. The rainwater that was dripping from your coat was wetting the floor of the entrance hall and with an apologetic shoulder shrug and a heartwarming smile on your face towards the security men, you headed for the lift.

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How much Loki hated the weather today. Fortunately, he had his umbrella with him so he was protected from heaven's water. The pouring rain, the crowded sidewalks and streets, the deafening noise. He was living here in New York for over twelve years now but it seemed to some things he would never get used to. He surely wouldn't stay here forever but for now, he still had to. Normally he wouldn't go out on the streets when it was raining like this. No one would go out voluntarily in such weather. But he got a call from a negotiating partner, who asked him to meet him at a café in the early afternoon to inform him about a few details. And some conversations were better made personally than by phone. The meeting wasn't a long one and his conversation partner Mr.Miller had already left but Loki was still sitting in the café, sipping on his espresso. “Damn it!”, he murmured under his breath, annoyed about what Mr. Miller had asked of him.

Mr. Miller was an extremely old-fashioned, elderly man and he told Loki for his next event, a business dinner, he would like to see him with a female companion. Every other guest would bring their significant others too, there wouldn't be just the dinner, there would also be some dancing afterwards and how sad it would be if he were there alone.

“Please, bring your significant other, too. I don't accept a no!” Mr. Miller insisted.

Loki knew exactly when it was better to not discuss a negotiation partner's wishes and so he agreed. Sometimes you have to make concessions if you want something to be successful. Now a solution had to be found. Loki didn't have any female friend he could take with him on such a date. It must be someone trustworthy, someone who could be silent as a grave, someone who could keep secrets. In the best case, someone who did it professionally. He would never ask any of his former affairs, not to talk about that his last affair was some time ago. He pulled out his mobile phone and did some research. Over the years he'd learned to appreciate his phone as a daily companion. Using apps on your mobile phone made your life easier and finding a solution for nearly every problem was easier with it as well.

Shortly after starting scrolling through several websites, he found it. The solution to his problem ‘how to attend a date with a female companion’: an escort agency. Professionally escorted by a well-educated woman, intelligent, sophisticated and with perfect manners, professionally obliged to keep silent. That was it, the ultimate solution to his problem. Of course, he had to meet the woman he wanted to book for that upcoming event, first. He had to ensure that she was the right one and if she was suitable for such an event. He had no other choice so he gave it a try. He called the agency he had chosen and described what he wanted and what was required in every detail to the polite and friendly lady he was talking to. It sounded like she was smiling on the other end of the phone and it gave him the good feeling of having made the right decision.

“Okay, Sir. I'm pretty sure I already have the right lady for you. Have you heard of the ‘Vivian's Velvet’ nightclub?”

“Yes, I did."

“Fine. Then you'll meet her there at the bar at 8 pm sharp. She'll be waiting there for you.”

“How will I recognise her? I mean…”

“She'll know who you are. Please send me a photo of you and then I can forward the image to her. Please don't get me wrong, Sir but we handle it this way because we want to guarantee our ladies a way out in case they want to refuse a meeting for whatever reason and at any time. Even if they are already at the nightclub. It's for the safety of our ladies. I hope you understand.”

“I do. It's what your ladies deserve and I respect that.”

“I'm glad to hear that, Sir. Thank you for understanding. Would you please give me your name so our lady can address you correctly?”

Loki hesitated for a second. In his business sometimes it was advantageous to use an alias and he would hold on to this tradition here.

“My name is Luke Larsson.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Larsson. If you have any questions or if the lady I've chosen for you is not for your liking, please don't hesitate and let me know. I'll look for a new lady for you then. We aim to satisfy you completely at any time. And please don't forget to send me your photo, Mr. Larsson.”

“I'll send it immediately.”

“Of course, Mr. Larsson and I wish you an enjoyable evening. Thank you for choosing and calling us. Goodbye, Sir.”

“Goodbye, Ma'am and thank you for your excellent service.”

“You're welcome” and with that, the call ended.

He did what was required of him and he sent the agency a photo of himself. To book a lady at an escort agency was an expensive matter but money was no object. He had called the best escort agency in the city and only the best was what he needed.

He paid his bill and left the café. The streets were still crowded, rain was still flooding the streets and slightly ruining his leather shoes and his slacks. On his way back home a hood-wearing person with a lowered head, drenching wet from the rain, bumped into him. Why couldn't people watch their way, he thought angrily.

“Hey, watch it, girl!“ he scolded. He wasn't sure if it was a woman, he just assumed it. He barely heard the apology of the person and he immediately regretted his harsh words. He turned around to apologize as well. But the person who ran into him had almost completely disappeared in the crowd. He could just catch a short glimpse of the shoes the person was wearing. ‘Nice colour’, he thought and disappeared into the crowd himself. In a few hours, he would meet the escort lady who probably would accompany him to his next business dinner.

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With a ping, the lift's door opened on the 25th floor where the agency had its office. The word REA was written in large, finely curved golden letters on the big white, opaque glass door, right above the golden door knob. REA was the acronym for Rhea's Escort Agency and you had to ring a doorbell to get in. The interior was simple but very elegant, bright and inviting at the same time. Smooth jazz music played in the background and created a comfortable atmosphere. A large white leather couch was invitingly positioned close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, framed by exotic green plants and a coffee table. Behind the front desk sat Rhea, the owner of the agency, on the phone, talking to one of the other escorts. She beckoned you with her hand getting over to her. After you approached her desk, she opened her mouth with a soundless dismay when she saw you in your dripping wet state. You could just smile at her with a shoulder shrug. You took off your drenched coat and hung it on the coat rack. Shortly after, she ended the call and rounded her desk to hug you.

“Jeez, girl…look at you. What happened , dear? Did you take a swim and forgot your towel?”

“Kind of.” you answered and laughed.

“Sit down, lovely. You must be freezing. I'll get you a towel and a hot drink. Some Tea?”

“Yes, I'd fancy a cuppa“, you said with a sigh of relief and you were glad to drink something warm now and to dry the front part of your hair with a towel.

“Here, darling “, Rhea said when she came back from the restroom and kitchenette which were both located at the back of the office, invisible to clients.

“That's much needed now, thanks, Rhea. You're my saviour.“ you answered with a thankful smile and took a sip of your tea before you began to dry your hair. You immediately felt much better. Rhea sat down again in her chair opposite you and opened the appointment calendar on her laptop.

“I'm glad that you made it to the office, y/n. The weather is really horrible today but I needed to see you personally.”

“Did something happen? Did a client complain? “ you asked concernedly. You hoped not, you needed this job and you always gave your best.

“No no, don't worry, darling. Everything is fine and that's what I wanted to tell you. Every client you have escorted so far has been happy and satisfied. You're booked up for this week except for the weekend, as you wished. So based on your successful dating and our clients’ satisfaction, I can offer you a higher hourly rate.”

“Oh, really? Oh thank you so much, Rhea, that really means a lot to me. I need every dollar I can earn.” You meant it, it was the undeniable truth.

“I know, dear and you know you could increase your income further by being booked for the weekends as well.” Rhea reminded you.

“Yeah, I know but I need the weekends for personal matters. Those are important too, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry. Your personal matters are surely important and I know it's none of my business. But please let me know whenever I can do something for you, okay?” she said softly.

“No one can help me, I'm afraid. But thank you for your kind offer, I appreciate it,” you replied, well aware regardless of how much you'd work, even if you worked 24/7 you still wouldn't earn enough money to solve your problems. But you had to try and that was what kept you going.

“Okay…so…are you spontaneous, dear?” Rhea asked you while looking for her work mobile phone on her desk.

“Ahmm…yes”, you answered hesitantly.

“Good, because I got a request 30 minutes ago and already made an appointment …and based on the requirements of our potential new client I think you perfectly fit him.”

“Okay, where will I meet him and when?”

“At 8 pm sharp at ‘Vivian's Velvet’. Walker will drive you like always. It is more a casual meeting with our client to get to know each other so please dress appropriately but not too chic. Classy will do…a black cocktail dress would be fine.”

“Yeah, no problem. How does he look like and what's his name?”

“Waaaiiit…ah now…sent you a photo “, Rhea explained and a second later your phone vibrated with an incoming message.

“He's eye candy, a jackpot, a real cherry on top, the icing on the cake…and his voice…he could read the phone book to me. But the most important thing, he sounded nice. Maybe a bit arrogant but nice.” Rhea gushed.

“A jackpot you say? Let me see…” and with these words on your lips, you opened the file. You nearly dropped your phone. Black mid-length curly hair, a beautiful blade of a nose, a chiselled jaw, prominent cheekbones and a mouth you just wanted to kiss. But the most impressive were his piercing blue eyes which seemed to look deep into your soul.

“Wow” was the only thing you were able to say.

“I told you” Rhea laughed, fully getting your reaction towards the beauty of this man. “His name is Luke Larsson. I'm sure you won't miss him.”

“Absolutely not. How could someone miss this handsome man? Luke Larsson…is he Norwegian? “

“I don't know…his accent sounded more British. So you're willing to meet him? “

“Oh yes, I'm looking forward to it. I'll be at ‘Vivian's' at 7.30 pm so I can wait for him there.” you confirmed.

“Fine, dear. He booked you for two hours. When I get the drinks bill from the bar, your hourly rate and your share of the drinks will be transferred to your bank account…as usual. Enjoy the evening, dear. And tell me how it went, okay?” Rhea asked you.

“Of course, I'll let you know.”

After this enjoyable talk, you headed back home quickly. You had less than two hours left to get prepared for the meeting with Mr. Luke Larsson.

In less than 20 minutes Walker would arrive at your apartment to drive you to ‘Vivian's Velvet ‘. Walker was your chauffeur and was responsible for driving you safely to a dating location and back home again afterwards. In case you would spend intimate hours with a client, he would wait in front of the hotel. For your safety and to drive you home after the intimate encounter. Walker was 56 years old, a rock of a man with a buzz cut and a beard. He was an imposing figure, always dressed in a formal suit. But he had a heart of gold and you always felt safe when he was around. Knowing he was always close by when you had an appointment with a man, made you feel even safer. You knew he had a soft spot for you and he would always be there for you, no matter what. Somehow you were like a daughter to him but if you were his daughter he would never allow you to work as an escort.

You were almost ready. You were wearing a simple but elegant black, midi cocktail dress with sleeves in black lace and black high heels. With your hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a sleek tight bun, which sat deep in your neck, you created an illusion of long straight hair. You grabbed your purse from the wardrobe and after a final inspection of your appearance in your large mirror, you left your apartment.

“Good evening, y/n. You look wonderful tonight “. Walker was waiting for you in front of your house and opened the door of the black limousine with tinted windows for you and you let yourself slide into the backseat of the car.

“Thank you, Walker and good evening.“ you replied with a smile on your lips.

Walker closed the door, entered the driver's seat and drove you to ‘Vivian's Velvet’. It was one of the most exclusive and most expensive nightclubs in Manhattan with a luxurious interior in black and purple.

It was close to 8 pm and you were waiting for your date. You were excited about how he would be if he really looked that good and if you would fit his expectations. You ordered a glass of champagne to calm down your nerves a little bit but it would be your only drink tonight. As always, because you must remain in control of your senses. It was a golden rule. The men you dated were supposed to drink alcohol, lots of it, not you. It brought additional money to the hourly rate of an escort. The more they drank the more you got. The only thing that brought the most additional money was having sex with them. But it wasn't a must and you weren't interested, not in the slightest. But the day might come when you had no other choice and maybe one day you would feel a carnal desire again that needed to be satisfied. But you wouldn't do it with everyone. It had to be a special man with a special aura and he must give you kind of a feeling that you were safe with him.

A few minutes later, at 8 pm sharp, you felt someone standing behind and then next to you. A hint of a delicious scent hit your nostrils and a sizzling energy filled the air, making your skin tingle.

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When Loki entered the nightclub, there were already four women sitting at the bar, their backs turned towards him. Two of them were in the company of a man, two were sitting there alone so one of them was supposed to be his date, he assumed. Because he didn't know what the woman he had booked looked like, he went over to the bar and ordered a drink, the most expensive Scottish whisky the club had to offer. Next to him to his right side sat a woman on a stool, dressed in an elegant black cocktail dress and black high heels, her hair in a tight hair bun. For now, she ignored him and he wasn't sure if she was his date or not. She looked stunning as far as he could see it. He didn't want to stare at her. But he hoped she was the woman he had an appointment with. She was very lovely to look at. In the corner of his eyes, he saw her sipping at her glass of champagne.

“Good evening, Mr.Larsson. Nice to meet you,” you addressed him with a calm, velvety voice and smiled at him.

“Good evening, Miss… I'm sorry but I don't know your name yet,” he answered softly but dryly.

“How would you like to call me, Mr. Larsson?” You asked him mischievously, a smile curving your lips.

“I don't think I am in the position to give you a name.”

“You're very polite and well-mannered, aren't you?”

You had difficulties maintaining your facade. He looked extremely good in that photo but in reality, this man was beyond beautiful. Inky black hair you wanted to rake your fingers through, broad shoulders, lean muscles, slender waist and endless long legs. All of this gorgeousness was wrapped in an exquisite black suit and a crisp white shirt, the top three buttons undone. You could see a hint of his chest hair which peaked out of the V of his shirt. You felt your mouth watering. He was devastatingly sexy. Now that he was reassured that you were his date he moved a little closer to you. His smell was enchanting. An indescribable mixture of fresh cotton, sandalwood, orange blossom and something spicy you weren't able to specify.

The way he leaned against the bar, his big veiny hand with long, perfectly manicured fingers holding the whisky tumbler, his other hand in his trouser pocket, had something indecent about it. You wanted to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter down to the floor. You should better stop salivating over him and begin entertaining him. That was your job and he was the client you had to convince of you because you wanted him to book your service. You had to focus on your job.

“What kind of escort service do you need from me? How can I be of help?”, you asked him kindly.

He took a sip of his whisky and you of your champagne before he gave you an answer, making eye contact with you and holding your gaze. It made you inwardly shiver.

“I need a companion who escorts me regularly to functions. I'm not interested in flirting with you. I need someone I can have an actual conversation with. Nothing annoys me more than some people and their boring talk. It also should be someone who is discreet and can keep secrets. Someone who doesn't want more afterwards,” he explained, his voice dark and raspy.

“Even if you would want more afterwards I won't give it to you. I'm an escort, not a luxury call girl. I just offer you simple accompaniment, nothing more and nothing less,” you stated kindly but firmly. Good-looking or not, you would never give him the chance to get between your legs.

“I'm well aware of that, Miss”, he replied dryly. “You're an escort lady and this is what I want and what I need. And don't worry, I don't believe in love or anything related to it!”

Loki took a sip of his whisky, his gaze still fixed on you. How pretty you were. Your big bright eyes, your cute nose and your rosy lips were just perfect. Your body was perfectly hugged by your black cocktail dress and your legs with those beautiful high heels at your feet were tempting and he suddenly thought about how good it must feel if they were wrapped around his waist. Loki quickly pushed that thought aside. He wasn't here to live out his lust with you. Also, his past was dark and blood-drenched. And you definitely deserved a better man than him. Regardless of his indecent thoughts, he liked your attitude and your behaviour. A little bit of sassiness, a lot of passion and somewhere hidden deep inside of you, vulnerability and a kind of sadness. Now that he has gotten to know you he wondered how and why you had ended up in the escort agency. You didn't seem to belong there.

“Me neither, Mr. Larsson! I'm glad we see it the same way. I've sworn off men entirely. I'm not interested in a love affair with you.”

“Well, I guess we got a deal, then.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Larsson, we got a deal”.

You smiled at him and you took another sip of your champagne. He gave you clearly and precisely all the information you needed to know so you could get an idea of the business dinner he wanted you to escort him to and you agreed with the conditions. Time flew by so quickly and before you even knew it your appointment with him was over.

“So we'll meet next week? “ Loki asked you.

“Of course, Mr Larsson. Call the agency and make the appointment. It was a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad that I could satisfy you and I'm pleased that I meet your expectations “. You smiled brightly at him. You were still captivated by his incredible aura.

“The pleasure is all mine. But there's one last thing…” You looked quizzically at him.

“I still don't know your name. What should I call you? “

“Sugar. You can call me Sugar.”

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