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abbygraceasd · 11 months

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it’s romantic! sorry lol

It is done.

Loki x gn!reader: Panic attack

Being the younger Prince of Asgard’s personal servant certainly had its perks. You got paid well enough to send the extra money to your struggling family, and the work was easy enough that you never had trouble completing it. Another perk was that you know the Prince in a way not many did. In fact, you were quite proud to say you considered him a close friend. Though your position didn’t stop you from forming a romantic attachment to the young Royal. You would never let him know of it, and you thought yourself quite good at hiding the growing feelings from him.

The funny thing is, he thought the same of his feelings for you. You didn’t know this, because the Prince was very good at acting, but he longed for you. He knew it was wrong of him, to fall for a servant, at least from his father's point of view, his mother just wanted him to be happy. He often dreamed of what could be, had he not been born who he was. Of the life, he could have with you if only he were not a Prince. The only way he could truly be with you was in his dreams.

If only you two knew what would happen in the next day.

It all starts in a tavern. He frequents taverns, in disguise, of course, he is after all a Prince. He enjoyed watching how other people lived. It was where he often dreamed about a normal life with you. In his dreams, the two of you would dance and drink with merriment, living and loving as free as birds.

Your friends had finally managed to drag you out for a night of fun. They claimed you worked too much, but they didn’t know about your feelings for the Prince, and how you would work as often as possible to see him, so you let it slide. They dragged you into a tavern. Loki was ready to leave at this point, two men had spilled their drinks on him, and several prostitutes had propositioned him, he really shouldn’t have made his disguise so attractive. Then his eyes catch the doors and your group comes through. His heart nearly beats out of his chest, and his stomach leaps into his throat. You look positively enchanting.

Your hair is adorned with various braids and your outfit is green and gold, his signature colors. He wishes more than ever he could be yours at this moment. He stands and moves to a spot closer to where your group sits, so he can eavesdrop on the conversation.

“So, y/n, anyone caught your eye?” Your blonde friend, Skyler, asks, glancing around the tavern. You shake your head.

“You barely even looked!” Abby scoffs. “I don’t need to look to know none of them will be worth it.” You deny, “I work far too much to fan the flames of love.”

Ruthie looks at you suspiciously, narrowing her eyes before they widen and she gasps, “I know why you work so much!”

You look at her in slight fear, “Why is that?” “Prince Loki, obviously. He probably has you clean up after all his messes.” You let out a breath of relief, taking a sip of your mead, “No actually, he keeps pretty clean. Prince Thor’s personal servant, however, has much more trouble.” “Well, that is to be expected from the next King of Asgard.” You frown, “Prince Loki would make a much better King than Prince Thor.”

Loki listens even more intently now.

“Prince Thor may be the firstborn, but Loki is smarter than him. He is quite knowledgeable about whatever goes on in the Royal meetings. I’ve never attended one, but with how passionately he speaks about the issues when he’s practicing his speeches with me, and how aggravated he is when he’s done with them, Prince Thor and the royal advisors don’t seem to care as much as he does about the kingdom.”

He smiles to himself, you always listen intently when he’s practicing for the meetings, it’s one of the many things he loves about you.

Skyler smirks lightly, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you fancy him.” Your heart stutters, “Don’t even joke about that. I could get fired if I did.”

He frowns, ‘Why would you get fired for liking me?’

“How would liking one of the Princes get you fired?”

“The All-Father doesn’t think servants should even speak to royalty unless it’s for work purposes. That’s how.” You respond glumly.

Loki rolls his eyes, ‘Of course, only Father would think that.’

Suddenly the music picks up, and your friends gasp pulling you up to dance with them. You try with all your might to resist, only to get swept into the crowd. Your entire body is tense. Loki can tell you are on the verge of a panic attack, you told him you got them in crowds. He disengages his disguise, to your eyes only, and makes his way toward you. You are glancing around the room, desperate for a gap in the crowd to escape. A hand grabs your own and pulls you out of the horde of dancers. You look up and lock eyes with the prince that has been plaguing your mind all night. He places your hand on his heart, “Focus on my heartbeat.” He speaks in a low tone, staring into your wide eyes. Your eyes flutter shut and you drown out the sounds around you, feeling his beating heart against your palm. From this close up he can see the glimmer of tears on your cheeks, how raw your lips are from biting them. He has never longed to kiss someone so badly. Your breathing slows down enough that you can finally open your eyes. He’s staring at you, pupils dilated. One of his hands reaches up and caresses your face, gently. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his tunic as you lean into his touch. His heart beats faster, ‘By the Norns, they are the most beautiful person I have ever met.’ He looks at your lips, slowly leaning in. You lean up, eyes fluttering shut again as his lips brush against yours. Your free hand reaches up to curl into his hair. You press your lips against his firmly. Warmth fills his chest as the kiss continues, this is better than he could have imagined. When you eventually pull away for air, you rest your forehead against his. “I love you.” He whispers. Your eyes suddenly lock with his, your face reddening, “I love you too.” He smiles gently, pressing his lips against yours again.

#loki laufeyson x gn!reader #loki laufesyon x reader #gn!reader #my writing

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 2 years

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A Second Chance - Chapter 7 (LokiXOC)

After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

Warnings: Angst, Feels, Language, Eating disorder referances/implication/mention, Self harm mention/implication, Not much Raven in this chapter

Chapter 7

Loki

The door slammed behind Raven as she stormed from the cottage. Well, that couldn’t have gone any worse. Groaning with frustration, I put my head in my hands, trying to work out my next move. The one time I decide to be honest, it still gets me into trouble. It’s not exactly something I could have lied to her about. If she’d found out later down the line, she would have hated me more. But I didn’t know if I could take her hatred now. Perhaps I had made a mistake coming here, perhaps Raven had begun to move on and I had no place in her life.

Before I could dwell on that thought any longer, the door opened, and Valkyrie entered the cottage. I noted her lack of knocking, much like the first time she’d come this morning to drop off clothes. She just walked in as if she lived here, sitting herself down at the kitchen table opposite me. She didn’t look impressed, meaning Raven had told her what I’d said. “What the fuck were you thinking, telling her all that? You’re lucky to still be in one piece,” she said.

Ah, so she’d come here to berate me, the last thing I needed right now. I already knew I’d messed up; I didn’t need anyone else to tell me. I also figured fighting with one of Raven’s friends wouldn’t win me many points either. “I assure you I could have handled it,” I replied. “You? Could have handled that? Doubtful. I understand your thought process, but you could have worded it better. You, of all people, should know how...sensitive she is. And just because she might look okay on the outside, I know she is far from it on the inside.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I rolled my eyes at her. “And what would you have me do? Lie to her and have her find out years down the line? Or is it that she doesn’t want me here? She wants me to leave.” I asked. If she did want me to leave, I would do so reluctantly. Even if I did have nowhere to go, if that would make her happy, I would prioritize her happiness over mine. Valkyrie sighed, annoyed by my attitude. The feeling was mutual.

“As much as she doesn’t want to admit it right now, she needs you here. She’s struggled the last five years and there’s only so much I can do to help her grieve, to help with her depression,” she continued. This had my attention, if this Raven was anything like mine, I knew I had to be on the lookout for certain behaviours. But other than the lack of food in her home, there hadn’t been anything. “What do you mean, struggling? Tell me everything you’ve seen,” I urged her.

“Her insomnia comes back a few days at a time each month. She’ll be late to the docks with dark circles under her eyes, apologizing. I try telling her to go home and rest, but she insists she’s fine. She never takes breaks, not even for lunch. And if she’s hurting herself again, she’s obviously hiding it because she doesn’t want anyone to say anything or worry about her,” Valkyrie listed. So, it was worse than I thought.

“Please tell me you’ve stayed with her for at least a few of those days. Made sure she ate and took care of herself. Please tell me you didn’t just leave her alone.” “Of course I did, but I had to rotate between looking after Raven, looking after Thor, and running this place. I can only do so much on my own.” My face fell at the mention of Thor. Once again, he had priority over someone else, as always. Seems it was like that no matter what universe or timeline I went to. And people still wondered why I had so much resentment for him.

“You don’t think his new friends The Avengers could have looked after him?” I spat, “surely Earth’s mightiest heroes wouldn’t have just left him.” Whilst I know he didn’t really have anyone from Asgard to rely on now that the warriors three were dead and Sif was missing, that still didn’t mean he was completely alone. This seemed to strike a nerve with Valkyrie, but I wasn’t finished. “Thor is always going to be the bigger priority for you, as one of Odin’s finest, you owe your allegiance to the King of Asgard.”

Valkyrie was now on her feet, her hands braced against the table as she narrowed her eyes at me. “You think they were friends? They used Thor when they needed him and practically forgot he existed afterwards. He didn’t even get a single phone call from any of them. Stop directing your anger and hatred at him! At me! I did my best and I’m sorry that it wasn’t good enough for you, but now you’re here, you are more than welcome to take over if you think you're such an expert.”

I had no idea Thor had been abandoned in such a way, and for a short moment, I actually pitied him. But that still didn’t change the fact Raven had been left alone when she needed her friends around her. Even I had had Mobius. “But need I remind you; you are not her husband and that’s how she sees you. So, whilst you might think you know what’s best for her, but she is going to be distant and hesitant, she’s going to be stubborn and angry because you being here is bringing up feelings she clearly hasn’t completely dealt with yet,” Valkyrie continued, her words as harsh as her tone.

“So, you want me to leave, is that it? I don’t care if she hates me unless I hear it from her, I’m not going anywhere,” I replied matter-of-factly. Valkyrie’s lips curved into a smile, which just confused me more. “Good. She needs someone as stubborn as her to help.” Frowning at her, I realized that she had wanted me to say something along those lines. Profess my true intentions and show that I was here permanently. That I wouldn’t give up on Raven even when it got tough, even if she wasn’t my wife in this timeline.

Needless to say, I was a little impressed Valkyrie had been smart enough to do such a thing. “She’s going to need both of us. So, we’re going to need to work together. You’re going to watch your mouth in the future, and I’m going to convince her to talk to you when she gets back tonight. Fair?” Valkyrie asked. “If she asks, it was not my idea for this alliance.” “Of course not, I’m not letting you take credit for my good ideas. Maybe tone down the arrogance, Raven might find you more likeable.”

I rolled my eyes at her as she headed to the door. “Now I’m gonna convince her to actually speak to you tonight and you're going to be on your best behaviour,” Valkyrie said with an overly sarcastic smile. Once Valkyrie had left, I looked around the cottage, not quite sure of my next move. Maybe I could have worded things better, but I couldn’t be faulted for telling the truth.

Maybe I could attempt to make her dinner, I wasn’t the best cook, but the frozen pizzas or instant noodles seemed simple enough. It was an attempt at a peace offering and would hopefully help take some weight off her shoulders. I could imagine the last thing she wanted to do when she arrived home after working long hours was to cook.

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Later, Raven finally returned home, kicking her boots off and hanging her coat up. I’d already set the table, avoiding adding any romantic touches like candles or flowers. I’d kept dinner in the oven to keep it warm whilst I waited for her to finish work. Putting the warm plates on the table, I offered her a kind smile.

“I made dinner, I know it’s not much and cooking isn’t exactly my forte but the Pizzas you had seemed simple enough,” I stated. Raven glanced at the food, then back at me, seemingly unsure of the peace offering. “I thought we could perhaps talk about earlier, I know I probably didn’t word my intentions in the best way,” I continued, hoping she’d at least sit down.

“I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day and I just want to go to bed,” Raven replied. My heart sank at her words. If what Valkyrie had told me earlier was true, then Raven likely hadn’t eaten anything all day. “Raven, please-“ I tried to bargain. “I don’t feel well,” she declared, cutting me off.

As much as I wanted to push her to eat, I knew she was stubborn enough to keep refusing. And the last thing we needed was another argument. Raven exited the kitchen area to the hall before I heard her bedroom door close. I sighed, putting her portion aside in case she wanted it a little later before eating alone.

But for the rest of the night, Raven stayed in her room, not even coming out for the water I left outside her room. Perhaps she was a lot worse than I had originally thought. But I had promised Valkyrie I’d stick by her, regardless. And I was determined to see this through.

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galaxythreads · 2 years

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my kids will call me fury lore? one of my faves, i reread it like once a month or so

I APOLOGIZE THIS TOOK SO LONG.

LORE FOR MY KIDS WILL CALL ME FURY <- LINK TO STORY

I came up for the idea of this story while in the theatre for captain marvel

This is not the first time I have written an "Avengers are adopted by Fury" story. I actually have a one-shot series that I've never posted

80% of this was written in one setting

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"Then Peggy brought word of the fact that Stark Industries was holding a gala in Maria and Howard's honour of five years since their death and he guesses this is where the whole mess started."

I don't know if it's canon that Peggy and Tony knew each other, but I will 100000000% take this headcanon to my grave.

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"And, all that is good above, Tony showed up to a gala in his parent's honor drunk."

^^^

Tony feeling guilt about how they died and the last things he said to them. Tony not wanting to feel Feelings, so yeah, he showed up drunk.

"Admittedly, Fury thinks it's a stupid name, but he tries not to be to judgmental about titles villains choose because it can get time consuming and irritating."

Dude. I was reading a different older work of mine today where I made fun of yet ANOTHER supervillains name and I'm just like:

Nobody:

Younger me at supervillains:

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"Clint's eyes refuses to meet his own, staring at his feet. He looks prepared to dive into fetal position at a moment's notice and it's something that Fury isn't happy with."

Hello physically abusive Circus of Crime. Have a very good Die. :)

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"How do you feel about active duty?" He questions, clasping his hands together and staring at the young adult with a hard stare.

Clint's mouth open and closes several times before he says, almost as if inaudible with shock: "Where do I sign?"

Clint was hiding in the vents because he was listening for when he was going to get arrested. The fact that Fury was like, I guess you're an agent now was BIZZARE to him.

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"Fury begins to finally notice what's going on when Clint breaks into his house late 2004 with a fiery redhead and demands a place to sleep and a Russian dictionary."

This is the funniest thing in the world to me that Natasha kept speaking in Russian and Clint was like "meh, whatever."

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"You ate Chinese without a complaint," Fury points out, "you only do that when you haven't eaten for a few days."

^^^

Headcanon that Clint can't use chopsticks.

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"He doesn't want to know how Clint learned where it is."

^^^

Clint stalked him. He wanted to know who he was working for. So. You know. Normal human behavior.

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"Idiot almost got Natasha killed, too, and that's pushing things."

^^^

God help the man who attacks Fury's daughter.

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"He turns to the Tesseract, an item that's been sitting in his apartment in a vase for more than ten years and contacts Selvig."

"It's in that pot over there, isn't it?"

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"He immediately suspects it's a joke or a threat when he receives six cards on Father's day. He's not a parent, hasn't had the opportunity to birth kids and doesn't really want to at this point, but the six cards are on his desk when he enters his office that morning. He suspects foul play, and opens them with a handgun in one hand."

I love SHEILD. what was he gonna do, shoot a bomb or a virus or something?

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But when the Avengers pop into his work-space or apartment with more vigilance to complain loudly or receive sympathy, he doesn't shoo them out.

So yeah, he's not a parent, but his kids still call him Fury.

^^^

this was the original ending. A few days after I posted, I was asked to add an extended ending where Fury kinda adopted Loki and they ran into Carol again.

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"That's not any better." Fury insists. "You can't use chopsticks."

SEE.

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Fury glances towards them, and then his expression clouds with some irritation. He walks up towards the table and rests his hand on the surface staring at Clint. "You're eating with a knife." He states obviously.

Clint shrugs, "No forks left."

^^^

This is just something that I do. If there aren't any forks, why NOT use two knives to make chopsticks? Couldn't be dangerous AT ALL.

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His fists clench and maybe-Colby flicks

^^^

maybe-Colby is Coulson, if that wasn't clear.

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bro. THIS STORY IS THE STORY. I WILL NEVER OUT DO MYSELF.

now i really want to go through that one-shot series and post everything. It was this AU where Fury collected the Avengers cause he was kinda a foster parent more so a WITSEC parent and Thor like legit attacked Thanos with a construction hammer. Those were the days, lol.

#my kids will call me fury #my fics #fic lore #answered

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woulddieforloki · 1 year

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how did avengers loki get his hair to look like that is thanos torturing him but also supplying him with hair gel so he still looks pretty for him?

i am sending this anon because i dont want to admit i have thought too much about loki's hair in various mcu projects. earlier today i wondered whether his hair in thor was just gelled for styling reasons but then it looked a bit wrong on camera somehow and subsequent directors in the franchise saw it and assumed it was meant to be greasy and that's how raganorok happened. i support most of taika's choices with that movie but i cannot accept the idea that loki would ever allow his hair to get into that state.

i feel very strongly that based on general characterisation loki would wash his hair frequently and probably use all manner of products in it to the point where people mock him for it because wtf loki you take hours to get ready and you smell like a lush shop.

the disney plus loki show can be viewed as evidence that it was something to do with wigs and inferior styling products however one could also dispute that with a simple "no actor would let you do that to their real hair that is actually stuck to their own real head." perhaps the in-story explanation for this apparent discontinuity of grease is that mobius introduced his mischevious charge to shampoo, as mobius is quite clearly a man of impeccable grooming which now that i think about it may be intended symbolise his by-the-book bureaucratic (i had to google how to spell that) approach to his world prior to him having a character arc and coming to accept that workplace arson is the solution to most of his problems.

if that last paragraph has piqued your interest i have additional thoughts on sylvie's blondeness and what it might tell us about her character as well as how she might have accessed hairdressing products and/or services while on the run from the tva. i can supply these ideas via further anon messages if you wish to continue this correspondence.

if you somehow guess my identity from this anon message please pretend otherwise as i could never live with the shame of knowing that another human being is aware of how much i care about this and related issues.

kind regards and thank you for your time. and sorry. i only meant to submit that opening sentence but i got carried away by my hubristic nature, which i accept as the tragic flaw that will lead to my inevitable downfall.

i am fascinated by this ask omfg fhsaddkjlfhsjka

okay so I've thought a lot about Loki's hair too but most of said thoughts have been "oh my god I love Avengers Loki's hair" and "ughhh The Dark World Loki's hair does things to me" and "I will crash through my tv screen and wash Ragnarok Loki's hair myself if I have to" so now I really want to think of the in-universe explanations for his hair

first of all, I can totally see Thor (or Frigga or just somebody who's not him) doing his hair in the first movie, because that explains why it's never that neatly slicked back again.

then i think his hair grew a bit when he was with Thanos and before he made his dramatic first appearance on Midgard, he knew he had to fix the mess it had become over the last year. we see in Roxxcart in the second episode of the show that he can dry himself (and, notably, his hair) with magic, so I feel like it would make sense that he can and did try to recreate his pre-exile hairstyle with magic and that's why it's still slicked back like it was in Thor (2011) but it's different because he doesn't usually have to do his own hair (or idk maybe he did do his own hair but he had product he used for it and obviously Thanos doesn't have that in the Sanctuary so that's the best he could do)

and then The Dark World happens and he falls into a state of depression and he doesn't really do anything to his hair for the next year and a half. maybe he has a hairbrush and he brushes it before and after the showers he's allowed to take twice a week in the dungeons, but that's about it. Thor and Odin never come to visit so he doesn't have to look his best for them, he doesn't give a shit what the guards think of him, and he knows Frigga doesn't care what his hair looks like so he doesn't really care, either.

I feel like by TDW, Loki's hair is already getting a lil greasy, but Ragnarok just dumps grease on his head. his hair's (mostly?) neater than dungeon!Loki's, but so much worse. and I think that's because he spends so much time as Odin that he sometimes forgets that he needs to shower his normal Loki self, too. he probably uses that normal Loki form sporadically, and not for days at a time in a way that makes it very clear when he needs a shower (ie it's been three days and tbh any longer than that without a shower is kinda getting gross bro), so he feels like he's only been in this form collecting grease in his scalp for, like, 12 hours max, but actually, the last time he took a shower as himself was two months and a solid five or six Loki-form-days ago and he's just been too busy and too lazy to really notice just how bad his hair was getting and tbh if he'd known Thor was going to expose his ass in front of his people he absolutely would have taken a shower that morning and honestly it was really rude of Thor not to phone ahead and come on Skurge your one job was to give him enough time to wash his hair in case this exact situation came to fruition >:(

and then Loki wasn't in Infinity War at all so we're not gonna talk about that movie. nope. mm-mm. it was a Loki-free film. so tragic that we never saw what became of the main timeline's Loki after Ragnarok.

and then the Loki series happens and tbh there's absolutely no way to explain what happened to his hair between The Avengers and the show but dammit, I'm gonna do it anyway. so when he fixed up his hair before showing up on Midgard, he didn't actually have any product (duh. because, again, he's in the Sanctuary). so it's been a bit of a struggle to make it look nice throughout the movie and he's actually been using a subtle amount of magic to keep it in place the whole time. then he takes the Tesseract, and though he tries to act all casual in Endgame, he clearly isn't controlling it very well because he pretty much falls on his face as soon as he escapes. so when he uses his Tesseract, all of his attention turns to that, and he stops using the magic that keeps his hair looking all snazzy without its product, so the whirlwind of the Tesseract and the fall into the sand really fucks it all up, and that's why it's such a non-greasy mess in the first scene.

his hair really does look better when he's in the TVA and worse when he's with Sylvie, so I firmly believe you're right and Mobius did give him some snazzy TVA-brand shampoo and conditioner and maybe even mousse? (no hair gel tho </3) and Loki was living his best stylish life. and then obviously he ended up in apocalypse world and then back at the TVA and then the Void and it's a whole rollercoaster of hair destroyers and god he needs to ask Sylvie how she keeps her hair so nice through all of this commotion because he's failing at it so badly

this has been my Loki hairnalysis. thank you for coming to my TED talk.

okay but actually I'm v interested in your thoughts on Sylvie's hair. personally I've always kinda headcanoned that it was her way to separate herself from her past identity, and that part of leaving Princess Loki behind and embracing Sylvie was cutting and dying her hair to be as un-Loki as possible (like when a girl gets bangs and you just Know she's going through some shit, y'know?) but if you have another theory I would be very interested to hear it 👀

also if Mobius's grooming skills are due to his pre-character arc bureaucratic tendencies, does this mean that post-character arc Mobius (who better exist like we better get our Mobius back) will have long hair because I would simply Pass Away fhadskjldfhja

#look i have an ask #this truly is the most important question of all time #thank you anon #i have spent an embarassingly long time responding to this #i hope you enjoy #WAIT MY LAST ASK I ANSWERED AT 6:08 AND IT'S 7:02 #DID I SPEND THE LAST HOUR DOING THIS #DID I DO ANYTHING ELSE IN THE LAST HOUR WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER #GOD I HOPE I DID #WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME

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worstloki · 2 years

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[loki's cell on asgard]

Thor: I miss you :(

Loki: I would miss me too, I'm the best.

Loki: But seriously, what do you need help with this time?

#in my head thor visited loki constantly in prison bc he 'needed' help with things #canon can get shot out back i've decided thor visits loki 4 times a day is equally sad each time and asks loki what soup he should drink #thor: there is a feast tonight #loki: ah yes how bad i feel on missing out on such dull observances #thor: should i wear the red or grey #loki: red obviously.#thor just sitting by loki's cell and talking to him about what he's done to restore peace in the realms today #loki obviously takes it as a pointed ''look at the mess you made that i have to fix'' but it's not really that and he enjoys the stories #they can both share meal times if thor times it right #maybe loki starts being less cynical towards thor as he tries to explain himself bc at the beginning when he'd show he wouldnt talk #maybe he starts asking questions and then they talk things out?#like. they never talked about loki being adopted or jotun or how thor may or may not know if he wants to be king anymore #maybe they joke about odin being so close to dying that he wouldn't notice if loki disguised them as each other for a while?#jokingly plan out odin's murder together #sibling stuff #loki telling thor he didn't think he would make a good king before but he's changed? and that he knows he'll fit the position well?#thor talking about how 'restoring peace in the nine realms' has had him see glimpses of things that could mean he's not doing the good?#loki who already knows about the imperialism trying to break the news to thor slowly by giving him hints to work it out himself #thor telling loki he knows he's worthy? maybe not in Father's eyes or to pick up mjolnir but he is?#eventually Loki admitting why he let go on the bifrost? about how he hated everything for a time? about his year in space?#thor saying that it's easier to see loki in this cell devolving into a mess over the months than thinking him dead? because he's here?#thor suggesting to break loki out after malekith after knowing his brother isn't guilty for everything? deciding that he's suffered enough?#and the others don't know he's been visiting loki #maybe heimdall but that's why he lets the plan slide - because he's caught patches of their conversations #thor being defensive of loki getting him out? knowing he only just found out about frigga's death? and them actually sharing their grief?#jane slaps him and loki's like i like her but thor being accusatory when he says 'Jane' after? like. jane. that was unnecessary.#thor pulling the ''he may have waged war on your realm but he is a prince of asgard and he is my brother'' excuse from avengers 1 #loki who has told thor he doesn't retain his titles and was basically disowned not even knowing how to react #loki not knowing how to react because jane is meant to get priority here even if he'd been the one to convince thor to visit her again #JANE having to watch Thor and Loki getting along bc Loki's annoying commentary has Thor in a good mood????

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writing-by-gayrainbowbridge · 3 years

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Ketchup And Tabasco Chaos

Inspiration From This Gorgeous Fanart Made By murdermuffinloki:

⚠️Warning: Minor Language⚠️

Enjoy 💚💚💚

(Please Check The Pinned Post On My Tumblr Page To See If There Are More Parts To This Story)

"Pass the ketchup."

President Loki frowned deeply, glancing at Sylvie who was stirring the pot of...whatever it was they were making for dinner. President Loki hadn't been paying too much attention when Sylvie suggested they cook for Loki who was still upstairs asleep in their room.

Somehow, Loki had got some Midgardian illness and only Sylvie's assurances that Loki was going to be fine that stopped him from destroying the entire Midgardian population.

"Can I get a please?" President Loki said pleasantly, taking joy in the way Sylvie glared at him. It was no secret to any of them that President Loki desired to cause trouble at any given moment.

"I'll stick this spoon up your ass if you don't give me the ketchup in the next ten seconds," she told him, President Loki scowling at her copy of the pleasant smile he had given her a moment ago.

They both knew she would do it too.

President Loki snatched up the ketchup from the countertop with an aggravated sigh. But then a devious smirk spread across his, glancing at Sylvie who was looking back at the pot, hand held out for the ketchup. "Are you sure you want the ketchup?"

Sylvie clicked her tongue. "Yes, I'm sure. Now give it to me."

President Loki's smirk widened. "Well, if you insist..."

He popped the cap off and just as Sylvie turned to look at him with a frown on her face, he squeezed the bottle, ketchup sauce spraying everywhere. The cabinets, the floor and all over Sylvie's blond hair was covered in a coating of ketchup sauce who gasped, an outraged look taking over her face.

President Loki only smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Oops."

"That's it!" Sylvie hissed, grabbing the nearest ingredient which happened to be spicy tabasco sauce and President Loki's eyes went wide as he got a face full of Tabasco sauce.

He shouted as some got into his eye that felt like it was suddenly on fire and squeezed it shut, resisting the urge to rub it. That would only make it worse, he knew.

Sylvie grinned savagely. "I hope it never stops burning, you stuck up bastard!"

President Loki growled low in his throat but Sylvie didn't back down like Loki would have. She was very stubborn like that. "You have until the count of five to run."

Sylvie stepped closer, right up in President Loki's personal space. Despite her short height, she was still rather intimidating when she wanted to be, so much so that President Loki had to resist the urge to step back.

"Or else what?" She hissed out, deadly quiet.

President Loki glared but Sylvie glared right back and they were both sure a real fight was about to break out any second when a voice cut through the heavy silence.

"What in Asgard is going on in here?!"

President Loki and Sylvie turned their heads towards the sound of the voice in unison just as Loki walked around the corner and froze, staring wide eyed and speechless at the mess of the kitchen. He looked tired though and guilt rushed through both President Loki and Sylvie as they wondered if they'd woken Loki up from all their yelling.

"Well, um..." President Loki bit his lip, glancing at Sylvie.

Sylvie looked at President Loki, having no clue what to say. "We just, uh..."

Loki sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, giving them both disapproving looks. "Can you two please not use ketchup and tabasco as murder weapons?!"

"We just wanted to make dinner for you," Sylvie and President Loki stated at the same time, making them glance at each other again.

Loki's expression softened a little. "I appreciate the thought but it would be great if you two could stop trying to murder one another every minute."

That was fair. The pair did quite literally try to kill each other every other day.

"Well, he/she started it!" Sylvie and President Loki protested at the same, pointing at each other.

"Well, I'm finishing it!" Loki snapped before coughing hard, putting a hand over his mouth. He clearly still wasn't well enough to be up which only added onto the pair's guilt. "I'm going back to bed. Clean this mess up and when you're ready to be civil, come join me. I require cuddles and comfort but I will not deal with you two's banter."

With that, Loki turned and left the kitchen, leaving the pair to stare at the spot he had been standing.

"This is all your fault," Sylvie grumbled, waving her hand and vanishing the mess from all the surfaces of the kitchen and herself though she left President Loki to deal with his own mess himself.

"All you needed to do was say please," President Loki muttered. He was going to need a shower since he knew not how to vanish messes like Sylvie and Loki did.

"And that warrants you spraying ketchup all over me?" Sylvie gritted out.

"Don't act like a saint. You're just as bad, dousing me in tabasco sauce!" President Loki muttered.

Sylvie looked like she was going to strangle him any second now before she sighed, all the fight draining out of her body. "Why do we always have to fight?"

President Loki thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "We're different from one another. We're bound to clash. Though I suppose we could try harder to get along. I'd rather this relationship to not be ruined."

Sylvie nodded, leaning against President Loki who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Try harder. I can do that."

President Loki hummed softly, pressing a kiss to her now clean hair. "Let's not leave our god waiting. You know how fussy he gets when we leave him alone for long."

Sylvie had no arguments there.

Once they'd finished making up what President Loki found out to be pasta apparently, they headed up to their room (Sylvie had forgiven President Loki enough to clean the tabasco sauce off him thankfully).

They quietly slipped into the room and smiled at the sight of Loki under a large amount of blankets, very obviously curled up in a ball.

He blinked his eyes open when he heard them come in and narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously. "You two had better be done fighting."

"We've agreed to try harder to get along more often than not" President Loki promised as he sat on the bed and helped Loki sit up who whined and protested but brightened when he saw the bowls of pasta balanced in Sylvie's hands.

"Good. I'm glad," Loki muttered, taking the bowl Sylvie handed him eagerly. "Thank you for the dinner."

Sylvie kissed his cheek. "Just get better for us, okay?"

Loki nodded, putting a forkful of pasta into his mouth and closed his eyes as he hummed in pleasure.

President Loki and Sylvie smiled at each other from either side of Loki who leaned into President Loki's side.

Get along. They could do that.

No problem.

...

@murdermuffinloki Those two are going to give Loki a migraine, smh 😂

@girl-with-many-fandoms Hope you like Sylki (I know lots of people don't ship it so I'm like ???) with some President Loki thrown into the mix XD

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immersed-in-mischief · 3 years

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Prince Charming (Loki x Reader)- Part 6

I am apologizing for this part up front. It was heartbreaking to write but sometimes the characters in your head just get what they want! Please forgive me!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary: You and Loki deal with the outcome from the ball in your own ways.

Mischief Makers: @ruiningthe1975 @valiantvoidpoetry @nms224 @youlightmeupfinn @salempoe @lokiprompts @oasiswithmyg @saltandapepper @chwlogy @clockblobber @locht3ssmonster

It was early the next morning when you woke up, even though it hadn’t been too long since you had finally fallen asleep. You could hear the tablet vibrating in the drawer until the early morning hours. Part of you felt guilt, but what was there to say to him? If you kept up the charade, he would just want to meet in person again. Without a mask, he would surely recognize you this time. The fact that he had spent the entire evening with you dancing, talking, and joking without truly seeing you told you everything you needed to know. It wasn’t really you that he was in love with. Loki was in love with the woman he met online, not his best friend that was practically invisible to him in all the ways that mattered. It had all come back full circle and you were back to moving on all over again.

With a groan, you pushed the blankets back and threw on a hoodie before making your way down to the kitchen for a very strong cup of coffee. Just as you turned the corner, you saw him sitting on a barstool at the island. Based on the messages you heard coming through, he most likely didn’t sleep a wink last night. As you rounded the island towards the coffee pot, his face confirmed your suspicions. Loki’s face was expressionless. He stared off into the distance and didn’t even see you standing there. Just as you opened your mouth to tell him good morning, Natasha and Wanda walked in from their early morning work out. Their faces lit up at the sight of the two of you together and they didn’t give you the chance to stop them before Nat spoke.

“Well, well. Look who we have here! I guess the ball went well then?”

Luckily, Loki never looked up from the cup of coffee in front of him to see you frantically shaking your head at the two of them, causing a couple of confused looks in return. His voice was low and sad.

“I thought it went well, but now I’m not so sure. I can’t get my date to respond now.”

He looked up at you with a curious look.

“I didn’t know you attended the ball, Bug. I never saw you. Did you attend with your Boy Toy?”

Wanda’s eyebrows shot up as she took a sip from the coffee she had just poured before joining Nat at the end of the island. She was a little more subtle compared to Nat who stood with her arms crossed over her chest and looked back and forth between you and the god in front of you with a frustrated and confused expression.

“Oh… umm… he couldn’t make it. I just hung out around here instead. So, tell me more about this date of yours…”

The two women turned their attention towards him and waited for his answer. He looked back down at his coffee cup again before continuing, completely oblivious to the looks he was being given in the moment.

“She was incredible. It was the first time we had met in person but I felt like I had known her forever for some reason. She was funny, sarcastic, adorable yet sexy, and was more than I ever imagined. Apparently she recognized me since she called me by my name at one point, but it didn’t seem to bother her though. Sadly, I never got her name in return. Well, not exactly. She said that I already knew her but I can’t seem to place her. Now, I can’t get her to respond to any of my messages begging her to tell me her identity.”

Natasha rolled her eyes before shaking her head at him. You shot her a look to knock it off before continuing the conversation with him.

“I’m sorry, Mischief. Maybe it will come to you how you know this mystery woman.”

With a look of defeat, he shook his head as he stood and pushed away from the island.

“Perhaps. I truly thought we had a connection, or at least I felt one each time we kissed… I guess time will tell.”

Upon Wanda choking on the sip of coffee she had been drinking, he finally looked up at acknowledge the three of you.

“Sorry. Wrong pipe…”

You looked down at the floor as they watched Loki leave the room and head down the hall. Once he was out of sight, they finally let their thoughts and reactions out. They bantered back and forth about how much of an idiot he was and how blind he was until Nat looked up at you and saw the tears forming in your eyes.

“Babe… are you okay?”

The shake of your head was all it took and they came and hugged you as the crying started all over again.

“He never saw me. We danced. We talked for HOURS. I even dropped hints and everything. How could he not recognize me? The mask did nothing to disguise my voice or my personality. Do I mean that little to him? The longer the night went on, the more I was afraid to tell him. I was too hurt. Part of me thought that maybe by this morning, he would figure it out. Loki messaged me all night but I never even read anything past the first one. It hurt too much.”

Wanda smoothed your hair and brought your face up from Nat’s shoulder to look at her.

“Did Loki say he kissed you?”

You gave her a sad smile as you nodded your head. Pulling away from Natasha, you leaned back against the counter and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Twice actually. It was amazing and everything I hoped it would be. Well… except for the whole him not actually kissing ME thing.”

It was her turn to hug you.

“I’m so sorry sweetie. What are you going to do now?”

“I’m not sure exactly. I obviously can’t keep talking to him as Chaos. Do I let him down gently? Do I just not respond? How can I possibly be the supportive best friend and help him get over ME? This whole thing is just a mess now.”

You made your self a bowl of cereal and sat down in the chair he had previously occupied. After a few minutes, Wanda spoke up again.

“Sweetie, no matter what you do at this point, things won’t be the same anymore. Even if he doesn’t know, you do. It’s impossible to go back to the friendship you two had before. Hell, if it was as great as you described, you don’t go back to being just friends after a kiss like that. Loki needs to know it’s you and then just go from there.”

It had been a few weeks since the ball, yet she had never responded to him. Loki had spent night after night rereading their conversations for any detail he might have missed. For the first few days, he had begged and pleaded and received nothing in return. He had finally let himself believe that she was never real.

Unable to sleep, he quietly made his way down the hall towards the kitchen. He was surprised to see someone else awake at this hour until he heard her softly humming as she poured herself a cup of hot tea.

“Hello, Bug. Can’t sleep either?”

His voice startled you slightly. In the weeks following the ball, the two of you had talked just as rarely as you had in the previous months. Looking back now, you both had been too preoccupied with talking to each other online to talk face to face anymore. It had started to become strange now after so many years of being all each other had.

“Yeah. There’s still some water left in the kettle if you want some tea too.”

Loki nodded and got up from the barstool and made his way around to it once you finished preparing yours. With your mug in hand, you made your way to the other side of the island and watched him. Over the last few weeks, you had tried to build up the courage to tell him. The longer you put it off, the harder it was becoming, especially when you saw how sad he had been. Now would be as best a time as any. No one else was awake at this hour to interrupt you two and it would give you privacy to figure this whole thing out. Wanda had been right. Your relationship had changed now. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ease into the subject.

“Hey… umm… did you ever figure out the whole mystery girl thing?”

You watched his head dip as he braced himself against the counter. Guilt flooded your gut. His voice was low, but he continued preparing his tea instead of looking back at you.

“I’ve given up on that endeavor unfortunately. Looking back on it, it ended up being a meaningless interaction to be quite honest…”

It felt like a knife to the heart. He had given up figuring out who you were? Just like that? You thought it had hurt when he didn’t recognize you, but this pain didn’t even compare. There had been a sliver of hope that if he found out her identity that he love you back. Loki no longer cared about his mystery girl. Maybe he had never actually fallen in love like you thought. Knowing it was you wouldn’t change anything now. For the second time, Loki wasn’t going to return your feelings for him. It’s words from the night you invited him to the ball echoed through your mind. Any feelings you had would be returned ten fold? Hardly.

Remaining his best friend was out of the question now. Part of you thought that if he never knew the truth, that the two of you could go back to normal but you were far from that. The fact that he truly didn’t know it was you standing in front of him tainted the years of friendship. It was still your voice, your words, your movements, your actions. One small mask to hide half of your face and Loki no longer saw you. You loved him with every fiber of your being, and he had never seen you standing there.

You faked a cough to hide the sob that escaped.

“Oh…o-okay… that’s probably for the best then”

He nodded and still didn’t look at you. With his back towards you, he never saw the tears streaming down your face or the still steaming mug abandoned on the kitchen island.

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wheredafandomat · 3 years

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Solo Nights 😉

It had been a long day of getting punched, kicked, thrown and pushed. Obviously you guys won. You always win. But the process of getting to that win was not a painless one. Today’s mission was terribly lengthy and the feeling of getting back to your room, showering and falling into a blissful nights sleep was the only thing keeping you going.

Walking out of the quintet, you said your goodbyes to your team. It was your usual goodbye. A playful grope and a hug. You’d do it after every mission except now Loki was also part of the team so it made things a little more awkward. Instead of pulling Loki into a hug accompanied by a grope, you’d usually just do a dramatic curtsy and say something witty like “goodbye your majesty”. To make things even better, he’d usually smile back and say something equally silly like “I wish I was accompanying you” The team would always say he’s flirting but you knew better. Loki didn’t flirt. He’d barley smile so he definitely was not flirting, although it didn’t stop you pretending he was in the comfort of your room.

After showering and putting on an oversized top, you then began to lay under your covers getting comfortable. Closing your eyes, you began to think of what it was you’d dream of and with this, you waited for sleep to take you.

Sleep wasn’t coming. Despite how tired you were, sleep was hiding from you. Well only one thing that’s going to help me now you thought reaching into the draw at the side of your bed. You smiled at the sight of your new best friend. With 12 different intensity levels, pressure technology and a g spot extension, you’d be knocked out soon enough.

Soft whimpers began to leave your mouth as you bucked your hips at the contact from the toy. Right now you were just setting the mood.

Turning up the intensity, you started thinking of him. His raven locks that shaped his face as he’d gaze into your eyes. His striking features. His body. Oh the things you’d do to that body.

Upping the intensity even more, you then thought about his elegant fingers. How they’d feel tormenting you, dancing around your clit. His tongue. How he’d torture you with it, licking every part of your body until you’d writhe underneath him. How he’d use his cock to choke you. How he’d bend you over and fuck you violently as you begged for him to go deeper. Harder. Wow that went dark you thought as you turned the intensity even higher.

At this point, you were a wet, screaming mess. Not that you knew. The thought of you riding Loki was driving you insane. Looking longingly into his eyes as you bounced on top of him. His pants and praises filling the room along with your cries and gasps. His hands grabbing your hips thrusting into you every time you both connected.

You were so close. You knew that this orgasm was going to leave you sleeping for days. This orgasm was going to feel euphoric. This orgasm was…

Interrupted by a distressed Loki barging into your room.

The sight of him, topless, was enough. That was the thing that pushed you over the edge. You were literally squirting.

“Lo—L-LOK”

“I thought something had happened, you were screaming” Loki replied, worry evident in his tone as he tore his gaze from you and turned around.

“G-ghe—GET OoOUt”

And with that Loki was gone.

Wow

A/N: 🤣 I thought this was quite funny. Should I do another part? Maybe Lokis POV or something. LMK.

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literaila · 3 years

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its slippery.

loki x gn!reader

summary: you arrive home to find loki alseep on the couch. obviously, you walk past without an issue. (its just fluff.)

not even on your tip-toes could you sneak past loki.

you’d arrived home-- albeit late, it was dark outside, cold in the house --to find loki, asleep on the couch, cuddling a blanket on the couch.

after a day of meetings, people bossing you around, and an abundant lack of patience, it was a wonderful sight. the best thing you’d seen all day.

it took all your willpower not to take a picture of him (and then proceed to share it with anyone and everyone who might appreciate it as much as you were). all your willpower.

but instead, you smiled at him adoringly, glad to see that he was relaxing while you were at work, then debated against going and giving him a kiss without waking up and eventually came to the conclusion that it wouldn’t end well.

your standing in the doorway ended when you took your shoes off and attempted to walk past him to your bedroom door without disturbing him.

unfortunately, coordination wasn't your strong suit. about halfway there you tripped on apparently nothing and just barely managed to keep yourself up. it was almost embarrassingly loud.

so no, not even on your tip-toes could you sneak past loki. or manage to walk to your bedroom door.

you held your breath for a moment, not daring to turn around and face loki who was surely awake now. it was a moment before you heard the grumble from his mouth.

“you are the least discreet person i have ever met,”

something about his tired voice and the annoyed words coming from him made you smile, forgetting momentarily about your embarrassment and finally turning around to grin at him.

he was still snuggled against the blanket, only one eye open.

“you must know some very sneaky people then,” you titled your head at him, pretending not to notice the roll of his eye.

his “irritation” was adorable, and to see it some more was to breathe air.

you moved to the opposite end of the couch, purposefully as far from him as possible, setting your bag down next to the coffee table and picking up the book loki had left sitting there. you flicked through it, peaking your eyes up every few moments as you watched him.

“just the leviathan i share a bed with.” loki said, voice still rough, shoving his face into the blanket.

you laughed, half offended, half shocked and threw a pillow over at him without taking your eyes off the page you were scanning.

the book was held high enough to hide your smile from watchful eyes.

loki finally sat up at your attack, flicking his hair away from his face, staring at you. it didn't go unnoticed to either of you that you were smiling, despite the object blocking loki’s gaze.

“good day at work, darling?” he asked, voice a bit more cheerful, a bit more awake.

you hummed, pretending to be disinterested with the conversation, trying to actually read whatever this book was. it wasn’t working, his voice was distracting. “it was alright,” you shrugged.

loki moved a bit closer, you didn’t look up to see the question in his eyes.

“that’s very wonderful darling, sounds-“ when he stopped, looking towards the other end of the room, you finally took the chance to sneak a peek at him. “did you really just trip on the floor?” he pointed towards the door, perking a brow at you.

of course, now he would notice.

“it’s slippery,” you defended, putting the book down and crossing your arms. you mirrored his gaze.

“slippery?”

“yes.”

loki chuckled which only made you glare at him. he crossed his arms in an imitation of you, barely hiding his smirk.

“we might have to get that inspected,” he said, mock-thoughtfully, faking concern. bastard. “wouldn’t want the mortal to go slipping on the floor again.” he was trying to annoy you, obviously, and it wouldn’t work.

“i’ll have you know, god of whatever, that-“

you paused when you noticed him moving closer, sliding closer, staring at you.

“i’m listening, darling,” he said, close enough to run his finger along your thigh, to stare at you and still mess with you.

his eyes were frightening— and beautiful.

“well, um,” you weren’t watching him anymore. you were staring down at the hand that was moving it’s way up your thigh, trailing itself over your hip.

“darling?” your eyes snapped back up to him. he wasn’t trying to hide the smirk anymore.

bastard bastard bastard.

you stared back at him, forgetting what you were supposed to be saying.

“you were about to tell me how the floor was responsible for interrupting my nap?” he prompted, eyes sparkling at you.

“right, yes,” you swallowed, feeling the hand on your waist now. he was still getting closer to you. “the floor,”

loki smiled wider, looking down finally, still touching you. “are you alright, darling?” he was teasing you in so many ways, you followed his eyes.

and then you grabbed his hand, glaring at him again. “you’re cheating,” you pushed his hand back to him, softly, the corner of your lip twitching.

“we aren’t playing a game,” his eyes were wide, innocent, but his smirk was all-knowing.

“you’re always playing games,” you accused. he was moving closer to you again, enjoying your non-intimidating glare and smiling at you some more.

clearly, he wasn’t tired.

he was right next to you now, leaning his head down to your ear, teasing you with his breathing.

you couldn’t look at him anymore with how close he was.

“but isn’t it fun?” loki whispered, moving down to place a small kiss on your neck. another. another.

and then he was kissing every available inch of your skin and you didn’t really have it in you to reply.

“darling?” loki whispered, a minute later when he was breathing against your skin, when he was pausing to look at your face.

you smiled at him. it was sweet.

and then you tackled him down against the couch, throwing yourself over him. he fell down with an “oof” and you smiled deviously at him.

his eyes were scanning your face, a shocked laugh coming from him.

“this is fun,” you said.

“are all mortals as tireless as you?” he asked, amusement lighting his eyes.

you didn’t respond, instead bringing your nose down on top of his and laughing at his reaction to your proximity.

“i was trying to enchant you,” he half complained, half explained.

you stared at him, dubiously.

it took a moment and then—

“no not literally-“ exasperated, he looked away from you, hiding his smile once again.

you giggled, kissing his cheek. “too bad it didn’t work,”

loki looked back at you again, glaring at you playfully, leaning his head up so you could kiss his neck. you complied.

the two of you were tangled together, his hand moving across your waist, your hand around his neck. you were much warmer than him, it was a pleasant feeling to both of you.

“i could always try again,” he said, teasing. he was trailing his hand up your back, causing goosebumps to crawl their way up your skin. not that you would let him know that.

"hmm," you hummed, breathing him in once more.

and then, in an instant, you were getting off of him, leaving him with one more kiss and picking up your bag once again.

“hey-“ loki groaned, the sudden change so quick that he didnt even get the chance to look shocked. he was sitting up, confused, trying to pull you back.

“i’ve got to go get changed,” you said, smirking at loki, glad for the upper-hand. “there’ll be time for that later,”

he pouted at you, standing up to follow. “this is cruel,”

you laughed, once, turning around to look at him. “don’t blame me. you started it,”

he was trying to grab after you, trying to keep you from walking through the door. his hands were grabbing, clinging onto your waist. you were trying to hide your smile, trying not to squeal at his insistency. he was quietly chuckling at you, his hold strong.

and then you were slipping once again, he was pulling you some more so you were slipping, in the same place from before, falling back into him.

loki didnt let you fall-- would never --but when you looked up at him, he was smirking again.

“how in the nine realms did i start it-“

such a bastard.

my masterlist here.

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part IV

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1880.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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After you came back to your room, you got a message from Steve about changing the locks on both you door and your locker. You were so taken aback by today's conversation in the student council room that you had completely forgotten about it. Apparently, Steve had already requested the change of locks on your behalf through email, and you were really grateful to him for that: you dreaded coming back to the room that had been forced open. Of course, tonight you would have to move your dresser to the door so that nobody could enter when you'd be sleeping.

Shit. It was absolutely crazy.

"I'm not sure about all this, Steve." You texted him while laying on your bed and staring at your phone in the darkness of the room. "It doesn't seem right."

Naturally, you meant the fake dating thing. It felt horrible thinking of what others would think after seeing you with five different guys. Would they be calling you a whore in the open? Make some nasty jokes behind your back? Report you to the school administration for immoral behavior? Remembering those bigots from the student office, you cringed at the thought.

Besides, it still didn't make sense to you why you had to date all five. Sure, if they were around you at all times like your friends, these unhinged bastards who stole your things wouldn't do anything funny again, but it wasn't like that. What could one guy do against a group of other students?

"Listen, I didn't want to talk about it in class, but I'm worried it won't end with a stolen lingerie."

You didn't like his message.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. They might attempt something much worse than a theft."

Oh no. Was he talking about rape? Seriously? Did he anticipate others were so crazy they would do something like that?

But then again, girls were being raped in colleges even if it weren't the all-boys schools. A shiver ran down your spine.

"But if several people attack me, just one of you won't be enough." You typed with your shaky fingers, trembling beneath your blanket.

"It's not about the pure force. Each of us has a certain reputation, and others wouldn't want to cross us over because of it."

Wait, this was interesting. What on Earth did he mean? What kind of reputation was that to prevent people from messing with them?

"Thor is a good athlete and a great leader, his basketball team is ready to beat people to death for him."

"Loki's father is one of academy’s main sponsors, and he can have this school turned upside down if he wants to."

"Bucky is a threat by himself, but he also have a company of loyal friends."

"I don't think Peter is serious enough to scare anyone, but with his computer skills he could easily blackmail others, I’ve already seen him doing it. Students would be wary to cross him over just like any of us."

Steve was writing you a bunch of messages with a terrifying speed, and you could barely read the first when he was already sending you the second. It felt absolutely insane. Did he choose every guy because the more powerful admirers you have, the less others would intervene? Well, at least in case of Bucky and Thor who could beat people to near death, it was wise. You preferred not to think of Peter - you had no idea someone as sweet and caring as him did something as disgusting as a blackmail.

“But what others will think? 5 boyfriends? Others will think you are dating-” you paused, chewing your lips to bit, “- a whore. Nobody gonna stood up for me.”

"Imagine if each of us tells our friends that other four guys were just asked to watch over you, but you date only one.”

Oh. Yes, this was slightly better. Then you wouldn’t have to do something as bold as kissing every guy in public, instead maintaining the mystery who you were really dating.

Damn, how Steve even came up with this plan? Why was everything so complicated?

“It’s getting late. Good night.” Your phone vibrated again, and you huffed with irritation. You hoped you could ask him a bit more - about what you were going to do with the thieves Steve found, for example - but he was probably getting tired with all your questions. It was better to ask him tomorrow.

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The next morning you were restless: since you were starting to going out with guys, you felt like you needed to look better than you usually were, so you spent your morning working on your hair and makeup. It was like fake dating, right? You had to pretend you wanted to look pretty for them.

What else did you have to do? Cook something sweet for them? Yeah, probably, but not at the start of your relationship. Going to cafe together? Helping each other study? Loki also mentioned the cinema...

You felt dumb. Of course, you dated guys before, but now you realized you had no idea how to act not to cause any suspicion. Oh boy, it was going to be a tough day.

Thor nocked at you door thirty minutes before your first session, but you woke up so early you were more than ready to go. As you opened the door, first moving the dresser back to its place, the guy looked at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Hey, what was that?"

"The dresser. I can't leave the door just like that until the lock is changed."

He blinked at you, watching the door and then probably remembering somebody forced the lock open to steal your underwear.

"These guys are batshit crazy." He mumbled and nodded you to go with him, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't do it again."

You wanted to argue they definitely would, but, seeing his warm smile, you thought Thor simply wanted to cheer you up and smiled at him in return. In the end, he was here only to make you feel safer: you didn't doubt he was very popular with the girls every time he went out to the city.

"You look great today!" He said sheepishly, walking in the dorm's corridor while other students were staring at him silently, obviously surprised to see you two together. "I mean, not that you looked bad yesterday, I just..."

Watching his face suddenly getting crimson red, you couldn't help but giggle at his expression. You could never think Thor was actually bashful around girls. Yeah, at your old place he'd definitely be one of the most popular guys around.

It was lunch time when you two could actually talk, sitting together at the same table and being watched by everyone around. Strangely, with Thor constantly talking and often rubbing your hand with his, it didn't feel suffocating, and you held your head high: regardless whether those pricks were looking at you, you weren't going to run away to your room and cry there like a little girl. Loki was right: you weren't a silly little sheep, scared of your own shadow. You wouldn't let anyone spoil your time in the academy you dreamt studying in.

Funny enough, Thor turned out to be a talkative type when he was speaking about basketball and his team in particular. He loved sports: while you were more into hockey, the way he talked was so enthusiastic it made you listen to him with a genuine interest. Thor's love for basketball was infectious.

He seemed a simple man, this giant bag of muscles who was laughing so loud people around him flinched; Thor wasn't the exact type of a guy you would encounter on your own, but he seemed nice, sincere, and surprisingly softhearted. You felt at ease talking to him, and soon you too acted like you'd known each other for long.

It was a pity you'd only met under this circumstances. It felt like you two could became friends.

But then when Thor absent-mindedly put his arm around your shoulders, you remembered Loki's warning: they would try to gain your favors. Was it the reason Thor was so nice to someone he just met? Wasn't it suspicious of him? You couldn't let your guard down after just one lunch together. In fact, you knew nothing of the man sitting in front of you.

"I knew something like would happen." Some guy to your left sighed loudly, catching your attention. "They were fucking crazy."

"I'm not surprised either. I just wanna know who they got in a fight with to be beaten like that. Have you heard they broke Gray's both legs?"

"Woah, both? That's brutal, man."

You shivered, trying not to listen to them.

"It'd happen sooner or later anyway. They were completely wild."

A word caught your attention right away: that was what Steve called those students who were stealing your things. Could it be a coincidence? Surely, in an all-boys school the students were fighting each other constantly.

But to the point of breaking both legs of someone? Really?

As you sent Thor a nervous look, he gently patted your shoulder, lowering his voice so no one would hear him, "I'm sure it's nothing to do with you. These things happen here from time to time because the guys have no idea what to do with all that testosterone."

You hoped he was right.

The rest of the day went as usual aside from Thor walking the corridors with you and chatting about sports: he managed to convince you to come see the game next month when they would be having a tournament. You were grateful to him for helping to ease your mind because the news of guys being sent to the ambulance made you shook. Steve also mentioned something about his and other's friends ready to beat anyone to death, right?

By the middle of your last class you couldn't think of it any longer and quickly typed a message to Loki. Of all people, right now he seemed the most sincere to you.

"Hi. Are the guys who were beaten last night are the ones who stole my things?"

Waiting was a special torture when you held the phone in your arms beneath your desk, hoping to see your screen lighting up with a message. In five minutes you got your reply.

"Yes." The message said simply, but it was enough for you to stare at your phone with horror, wishing you didn't ask Loki anything.

Oh shit. It wasn't a coincidence, right? It's impossible. Somebody did it on purpose. But who of the five?

"Do you know who did it?"

Next time he answered pretty fast, "No."

A part of you felt relieved. Maybe it wasn't related, finally. Maybe they got beaten by somebody who was fed up with their attitude because they were crazy as the guys in the cafeteria said.

But what if it weren't true?

"Who's the most brutal among you five?"

Biting your lips, you started rocking in your chair a little, making the guy on your left to roll his eyes in irritation.

The phone's screen flashed again.

"Barnes."

Part V

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lokiskitten · 3 years

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Loki Laufeyson | Valentine’s Day pt4

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

Author’s note : so so so sorry for the delay! I was dealing with some personal issues. People who wanted to be tagged : @delightfulheartdream @idontreallyknowhonesyy @kaz11283 @cc12-02 @thegirlthatsfalling @likesiriuslydude @wolfish-trickster

plot : ( refer to the three previous part if you wish! ) After confessing time each other, you and Loki spend a romantic moment where you decide to loose your virginity together.

warnings : kissing, making out, virginity loss, consensual intercourse, self discovery, masturbation, premature ejaculation, unprotected sex.

As your lips moved against Loki’s in a shy manner, your tongue barely dared to peek out of your mouth in order to collide with the young man’s lower lip. Understanding the message yet remaining reserved at the moment, Loki parted his lips and allowed his own tongue to delicately penetrate your moist cavity. This was your first kiss, and you didn’t regret sharing it with someone such as Loki. The more your lips remained pressed against his, the more feelings grew inside of you.

The tip of your tongues collided with each other’s, tasting one another’s saliva and enjoying the way it mixed with yours. Soon, Loki took the initiative to place his hand onto your waist, crossing a line that no one had ever dared to cross before. A blush spread across your cheeks as you moved closer to your lover, the kiss progressively growing more confident as both of you made an effort to learn from this first interaction.

Pulling away from him, a smile appeared onto your lips as you looked down at your hands in order to avoid eye contact- secretly wishing that Loki wouldn’t notice how much influence he had on you. Though, that was something he would’ve never been able to deny. “That was..” you began, loosing your words only to be helped out by the demigod. “..absolutely ravishing.” He finished, head tilting as he attempted to make eye contact with you. However, his efforts were soon put to an end when you accepted to look up at him by yourself.

Lovingly staring at each other, you easily understood that both of you wished to go further. However, innocence and inexperience managed to fill your beings with doubt and anxiety. But talking would’ve been unnecessary, as nature was here to lead you both towards the greatest achievement that was loosing your virginity to someone you trusted and loved. You were the first one to take the initiative to remove a first layer of clothing, hands moving up to your shoulders in order to slide the straps of your dress off your silhouette.

Loki’s eyes widened face to this nice spectacle, his green orbs watching the way the thin fabric slid off your body to reveal your bare breasts. Gasping nervously, Loki adjusted his position on the bed as his eyes couldn’t seem to get off your chest. In fact, it was the first time he ever saw the upper private parts of a lady, and this honestly awoken sensations and feelings within him he already knew about. Before he could even tell, his member hardened underneath the fabric of his suit, creating an uncomfortable sensation for Loki to bare with. “You can touch them.” You ended up saying, secretly wishing that Loki would start taking more initiatives.

Gasping nervously, his hand rose from the bed sheets and gently travelled up to your breast, palm colliding with the soft and warm fleshy mound. You bit down onto your bottom lip, enjoying this first physical contact as your eyes looked down at Loki’s hand. In order to make him feel more confident, you added a couple of details to your previous sentence. “You can squeeze it, but gently. The feminine body is delicate.” You notified happily, allowing Loki to follow your advice. His hand squeezed your breast, causing tingles to take over your chest. It felt peculiarly good, allowing your mind to forever remember and learn from this move for your future intercourses.

On another hand, Loki seemed as pleased as you were, though for different reasons. Being a young man, it obviously felt like a great accomplishment to finally get to touch a woman’s bare body. But it wasn’t an act to take any lightly, and everyone in Asgard knew it required humbleness and great care. His cock didn’t take long to harden to a painful state underneath the fabric of his suit, your eyes locking with the appetizing sight which was his boner. After noticing this detail, Loki blushed and pulled his hand away, face turning down towards his crotch as he awkwardly cleared his throat. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You should see it as an asset.” You joked with a smirk before making your hand travel until his upper thigh.

The man did nothing to stop you, and simply watched curiously as it was now your turn to return the pleasant gesture. The tips of your fingers delicately collided with the long print, soon starting to rub up and down his shaft which easily caused your partner’s breath to itch sensitively. Loki pressed his palms against the bedsheets, leaning backwards as his eyes continuously stayed onto his crotch as if he was scared you would attempt to backstab him. As ironic as it could be. Though, that would’ve been a thought you would’ve been easily able to understand, as this probably remained the most fragile part of the masculine body- and even as a virgin, you knew. Or at least, you could expect it to be.

“This- this feels nice..” he spoke shakily as his positive words encouraged you through the sinful acts. Your fingers now clenched, locking the man’s girth between the phalanx of your folded digits and keeping on moving up and down in a enhancing manner. This eager initiative caused Loki’s balls to twitch lightly, length following the gesture which allowed you to feel the wave from underneath the fabric of his pants. A discreet smile appeared onto your lips, yourself secretly feeling proud about being able to please him efficiently enough for such a thing to happen. Now feeling more confident, the young man sat back up properly before unzipping the upper part of his suit, arms soon sliding out of the extensible fabric and leaving him bare chested for you to enjoy.

Your eyes respectfully settled onto his bulging abdomen, admiring the way he breathed in and exhaled repetitively, yet in a calm manner. Looking up from his body, you locked eyes with him and noticed the slight sadness which easily reflected in his green orbs. However, before you could even part your lips and speak up about the matter, Loki suddenly pushed his body forward and allowed his mouth to collide with yours again, hand instinctively moving up to your jaw with he cupped passionately. You obviously returned the gesture, progressively forgetting about the emotions you saw in his eyes as your lips tenderly moved against his.

Little did you know, sadness was far from being the emotion which previously filled Loki’s green eyes barely a couple of seconds ago. It was passion. The young man was simply and desperately in love with you. He wished to admire your features forever, and the only thought of his new source of happiness potentially drifting off to his brother caused his heart to shatter to billion of pieces.

Without ever breaking the kiss, both of your half naked bodies progressively moved further onto the bed as he allowed his hands to grab your waist in a securing manner- as if he wanted to hold you back from leaving if you ever planned on doing so. A gentle moan escaped your lips as you were soon to climb onto his lap, clothed cunt pressing and grinding against his hard bulge. You couldn’t help but allow your hands to move up to his head, breaking through the gel and messing up his usually silk hair into thousands of random strands. Some of them even started to fall before his handsome face. The room’s dark yet peculiarly illuminated ambiance set both of you into the right mood to fool around, though not as much as your respective and mixing hormones did.

The smell of your natural pheromones drove most of Loki’s senses wild, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he allowed his face to burry in between your breasts, pressing kisses to your skin and fleshy mounds in the most respectful manner you could’ve ever wished for. His arms remained wrapped around your waist, hands soon moving up to the back of your shoulders which he held in a securing and needy manner. Soon, both of you managed to overcome the excitement as Loki was now rubbing the tip of his nose against the skin of your bare chest. His eyes remained close, hips slightly thrusting forward as his cock felt like it would explode if it didn’t get to be trapped inside of your moist cavity any time soon.

At this point, your light dress had fell down to your crotch, revealing the top of your underwear whilst Loki’s suit unfortunately allowed its owner to remain dressed efficiently. Laying a couple of more kisses against your jaw, the demigod’s hands took the initiative to slide off your shoulders and release the grip he had passionately been keeping on you. Your clueless orbs looked down at him as you then understood that it would probably be the right time for you to get off your partner and allow him to fully undress. Loki indeed acknowledged your move, hands sliding the zipper of his suit down until he couldn’t go and further. He was now able to fully remove his upper piece of clothing before going for his pants which he seemed quite eager to get rid off.

Within a few seconds, the two of you were now sitting in underwear before each other, your eyes finally able to witness what his crotch was composed of a little bit better. He smirked as soon as he noticed that you were staring, large hand reaching out for your wrist as he decided to take the initiative to lay your palm down against his crotch. Surprisingly enough, it was boiling warm- a detail you didn’t expect to end up face to face with even though you probably should’ve. However, it was something you seemed to enjoy as it offered comfort to your usually cold fingertips. Biting down onto his bottom lip, Loki started to gently grind his hips again as he obviously couldn’t seem to maintain his physical nor hormonal excitement.

You didn’t feel an ounce grossed out, in contrary, you enjoyed his kinky gestures. At least, it gave you the guarantee that he felt confident and comfortable with this intercourse, which was something you believed was absolutely primordial. And just like you did before, your hand soon started to stroke his member through his underwear, now being able to feel it better then you did back when Loki still adorned his pants. Besides, you were also able to get a better hold of his length. The demigod’s facial complexions grimaced, brows raising and frowning continuously as it was his way of handling the pleasure without necessarily having to moan it out.

Your body moved forward as your partner tilted his head back, hand remaining on his cock as your lips started to press lustful and gentle kisses against his exposed Adam’s apple and jaw. This seemed to have a lot of positive affects on him, moans finally escaping his mouth as his member twitched. Unfortunately, this initiative turned out to have more repercussions than both of you expected, Loki’s climax progressively building up as he couldn’t help but remain quiet about it out of shame. “Y/n- I-..” loki stuttered painfully, hips thrusting forward in one great and sloppy move out of anticipation. Believing that he was only irrelevantly moaning out your name, you carried on stroking his girth without ever daring to slide your hand down his underwear.

And before both of you could tell, thick liquid sprayed out of his urethra, staining his underwear as Loki’s hands took a tight hold of the bedsheets. A guttural moan came out of his open mouth, your hand and entire body moving back as it was the first time that the demigod ever had such an eager reaction. It didn’t take too long for you to understand, both of you looking down at the stain on his underwear whilst your partner continued to pant tiredly. Eventually, his lips ended up pressing together out of shame, hand moving up to his messy hair which he sulk back in order to keep his anxious self occupied.

“I’m sorry..” he spoke, avoiding eye contact which allowed you to understand his mental state. Carefully, your body moved closer to his, placing himself behind his back and allowing you arms to wrap around his chest. “Hey.. it’s okay. It happens.” You whispered before laying a kiss against his cheek, though all you received in return was an inaudible groan. Whilst you thought about ways to make your partner feel better, Loki couldn’t help but once again think about the fact that this kind of accident probably never happened to his “perfect” brother. Unfortunately, those intrusive thoughts only managed to make him feel even more miserable.

Seeing how he wasn’t answering anything nor even taking the pain to look up at you, you took the initiative to move before his sitting silhouette. “This doesn’t make me want you any less. At least, we now know everything is working perfectly.” You spoke with a chuckle, hoping that this will help to lighten his mood. Loki’s eyes finally flickered up at you, smirk progressively forming on his face as he suddenly took the decision to crawl on top of you. Now that he had released once, the demigod had the guarantee that he would probably be able to make this intercourse last for a while. Or at least, he wished so.

A happy laugh escaped your lips, feeling glad that Loki had finally got his tricks and malice back to enhance this moment. Once again, his lips pressed against yours as he made his way between your legs, the cum stain rubbing against your inner thigh. Your back arched, initiating penetration and allowing your partner to understand that you now felt ready for more than rubbing and kissing. Loki’s confidence dropped slightly as he stopped his movements, head looking down at your crotch in apprehension and fear. Even if he was as eager through this moment as you were, the young man knew that he held the responsibility of taking your virginity as painlessly as he potentially could. And this was seemingly a duty he felt anxious with.

You could tell that the demigod seemed intimidated by what was soon going to occur, yet your mouth didn’t speak any words and that mostly due to anxiety progressively taking over your own self. Carefully, Loki’s hands firstly slid down his underwear; allowing his hard member to spring out of the confines of his tight briefs. Your head didn’t even tilted up in order to look at it, secretly feeling intimidated by the potential sight of masculine genitals. Though, you at least decided to slide your own panties down, your completely naked self laying underneath the young man and patiently waiting for him to break through your hymen.

Nervously, Loki’s forearm made sure to keep his body above yours in order to guarantee maximum comfort whilst his hand held his girth in order to properly align it with your entrance. When his tip finally collided with your wet slit, a shaky breath escaped your lips which probably betrayed the fact that you indeed felt as anxious as he did. Yet, you accepted to offer him your entire trust and didn’t do anything to put an end to the soon to occur vaginal penetration. Once the demigod believed that his girth was properly lined up with your own genitals, his other forearm made its way back up and landed beside your head to guarantee him great stability.

In a caring manner, Loki’s lips pressed against yours- his main goal being to distract your mind from the what he expected to be slightly painful penetration. And as he carried on moving his mouth against yours, his hips carefully moved forward, forcing his tip inside of your entrance as slowly as he could. Soon enough, the amount flesh broke through your hymen, allowing his full member to penetrate inside of your sensitive self. A high pitched wince escaped your lips as your eyelids shut close, Loki’s face pressing against your cheek as he took the decision to immediately reach balls deep, believing that it was probably better for him to put an end to your misery as soon as possible. Besides, he wouldn’t deny feeling absolutely impatient about finally getting to be inside of you.

The new sensation of his cock being trapped by your warm walls caused his breath to shiver, body squirming as his knees lost control and slipped along the silk sheets of the bed- causing both of your stomachs to collide together. He waited for a couple of seconds, waiting for your body to ease up and for your entrance to adjust to his size before he allowed himself to start thrusting in and out of you. You arms wrapped around his muscular back, eyes remaining closed as the pain progressively turned into pleasure. You moaned, shockwaves of pleasure going through your body as your partner seemed to perfectly know how to satisfy you and your sexual desires.

“Loki..” you moaned in his ear, enhancing his state and encouraging him to slowly start to upper his pace. Even though he wasn’t necessarily keeping an even pace, it was still enough to make your pussy throb. Besides, the way his pelvis collided with your clit only managed to make it feel even better. Both of you were as vulnerable as one another, sharing the same amount of love and passion. “You’re so tight..” he whispered vulnerably, keeping his voice low as he insisted on maintaining his energy locked in order to spend it with his hips rather than his mouth.

Apparently, it hadn’t taken your partner a while to stack more semen up even though he had released a couple of minutes ago. Progressively, his thrusts started to get sloppier and sloppier, hands clenching against the pillows as lustful groans would eventually escape his lips until he finally came inside of you. The sensation of his warm cum staining your walls and cervix caused you to moan yourself, hands wrapped around his back in a passionate manner as you made sure to keep his muscular body close to yours. Unfortunately, lust and excitement unfortunately hadn’t allowed you to think about the consequences this gesture would obviously have.

Raising his body in order to look down at you, his green orbs nervously collided with yours as his lips remained parted, soft pants escaping his mouth whilst his hips remained physically connected to yours. You were as messy as he was, a couple of sweat droplets staining the back of your neck- a spectacle which was thankfully hidden by your hair. Pulling out, Loki then allowed his bare body to fall down beside yours, hand resting onto his bulging stomach as he stared up at the ceiling. You followed this breathing pace, chest rising up and down as your body was progressively trying to get over the intense intercourse which had just taken place, and barely ended a couple of seconds ago.

[ 4/4 ]

Sorry for taking so long! Here’s part four. Lots of love. Would you guys like me to make a new series or imagine, connected to this one, where the reader finds out that she is pregnant? Let me know! It would probably be centered around an argument.

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Drive - Loki x Reader

Summary: Created as a member of the TVA, you were used to basically every possibility - yet one person never fails to surprise you.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Safe for POC, Gender Neutral! Reader

Words: 1782

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A/N 2: Heya there! Guess who's back and in love with Loki again! I'm a little rusted, but I hope you'll enjoy this stupid little mess anway. Didn't read the comics tho, so pls ignore the logic gaps. XOXO

"Hey."

"Get lost, variant" you muttered under your breath, not even biding one look to the man that was bothering you this whole week already.

Loki was leaning onto your desk, head resting in his hands as he admired you simply filling out some files. "But need your help with something."

Does he really think he looks even remotely cute with that stupid, cheeky grin on his face? Well...maybe he does.

Still, it doesn't matter to you. The only thing you were meant to care about is the work assigned to you by the time lords.

"And what would that be?" you suspectingly rose an eyebrow on L1130, who was still giving it his all to look as innocent as humanly possible.

The God of Mischief was now circling your desk and you couldn't help but wonder where he was taking all that energy from. Much to your displeasure, his excited way of acting towards you made you snicker just a little - and he'd never miss such an important detail.

His eyes were shining in great anticipation, and admittingly you caught yourself to stare into them a little too long once or twice.

"Well, actually" he began, and you immediately knew this was gonna become one of his long speeches again. Ugh...

"Actually, you need my help!" he exclaimed, pointing to you with his index finger and making you groan in frustration. "Yeah, and since I'm a generous god, I'll assist you as way of exception."

"Damn it Loki, what the hell do you want?" you gnarled, only to be rewarded with said man now grinning from ear to ear. "This is the first time you've called me by my first name! May I take this as hint for a certain sentiment towards me?"

"You may take this as a sign that you are making no sense and are driving me crazy." Rubbing your temples, you shoved him aside and went to the cafeteria.

"I mean it!" the Laufeyson shoutet as he followed you closely, just like a little puppy. Not that you've ever seen that animal in reality, but there was one on a motivational poster right in front of your desk.

"The TVA needs me to capture the other Loki variant, right?" Obviously. So you didn't bother answering. "Which means they grant me some freedom, to a certain extend."

"Otherwise you wouldn't roam around here, bothering working people" you snapped, poking his forehead, thus stopping his motion. "Didn't Mobius give you something to do? Anything?"

"Well, yeah..." he rubbed the back of his head, stammering "But I thought...I could combine labour with pleasure."

You had no nerve to listen to any of his empty words. That man reeks of lies, that much you knew.

And you knew him better than he himself, as far as you were concerned. They all were the same - always have been, always will be.

"Don't you want to ask me what I had in mind?" Oh man, he's still there. Can't that man take a subtle hint?

Right now he was sitting in front of you, while you were struggling to not let him interrupt your meal - time works differently in the TVA, but breaks feel just as short as on the actual timeline.

"No."

"Great!" Loki cheered as if you didn't just turn him down. "So, I thought you're probably bored in here, right? Every day the same, for all eternity. Such a dull desk-job wouldn't suit someone of your calibre."

His silver tongue was well known around here, so you couldn't wrap your head around why he'd try to lull you with such cheesy compliments.

And why you, of all people? The persons doing the paperwork around here instead of risking their lives on the battlefield were actually considered the lowest of the lowest. There was no way he could gain from your status, or knowledge at that.

"So what? You're gonna take me to a field trip or something?" The imagination alone was enough for you to laugh so hard, you almost choked on a piece of lettuche.

"Exactly." At first you were sure he was mocking you, trying to pass time by joking around - but the look he was giving you right now seemed determined. "Whatever I want to catch the variant, they will provide. And I want you."

Suddenly, the situation began to scare you. "Why me, of all people?"

Loki placed his hands onto yours, expression gleeful but also somewhat gentle. "My dear, isn't it obvious? Because I-"

Before he could finish the sentence, the man that was just inches apart from you had now disappeared.

"So it was a trick after all" you thought, the small ember of whatever emotion he made you feel fainting as quickly as it appeared.

It was best for everyone involved if you didn't get any closer to a Loki...again.

"And that's enough strolling around for today" Mobius spoke calmly, putting the remote aside. Those necklaces were sure a blessing for his work in containing the God of Mischief himself.

"Hey!" Loki yelled, slamming his fist onto the table. "I was just onto something!"

"Rather trying to get onto someone, right?" Right now, Mobius was trying way too hard to not laugh at his own pun, needing to clear his throat before he continued. "You're here to investigate, not for fooling around with one of my best coworkers."

"It's not like that, you imbecile! I was trying to-"

"Don't bother explaining yourself, Loki." Oh, how the god hated to be interrupted. All kinds of fantasies about what he'd do to this place once he got into control again were flooding his mind the more he spoke.

"Don't take it personally" the Analyst reassuringly put a hand on Loki's shoulder, almost seeming as if he'd pity him. "But you're by far not the first Loki trying to have his ways with Y/N."

The god tilt his head ever so slightly, how he'd always do when something confused or upset him. "Wait- seriously?"

Flipping yet another switch on some retro machine, the images of several Loki variants flooded a holographic screen. Some were only slightly different from the 'sacred timeline's' Loki, others made the Laufeyson wonder what breach they caused to look that way.

"Those are all variants of yourself which we successfully contained and, well...you know" he shrugged. "And all of them tried to get close to Y/N, even in the face of neutralization. The TVA might know all about the timeline, from beginning to end - but some things not even we can explain."

"My naive brethren on Asgard would call this fate."

"Oh come on, Loki. You of all people, believing in such a thing?" Mobius sunk down on a chair, sipping on a soda. "There is no such thing as fate, destiny or free will. We are all slaves to the sacred timeline, and in that one, you were never supposed to meet Y/N. No one in the proper flow of time should ever interact with members of the TVA."

Slowly and hesistantly, Loki sat down as well, still staring at the variants - so many opportunities to turn his life for the better, all gone.

"Is-" at first, he stopped himself. A god like him, taking advice from the people who humiliated him beyond reason? Never!

But curiosity kills the cat. "Say, is it allowed for TVA members to have relationships?

"As far as I know, it is not forbidden" he explained, acting as if all of that didn't concern him. "But we are certainly not meant for that kind of purpose. Existing separately from the timeline, but are still connected with it. The freedom of our actions is limited, yet we have emotions and can build up connections to each other. Why do you think that is?"

"Beats me." Loki crossed his arms, seeming deeply buried in thought.

"Because the bonds to other lifeforms are what gives us strenght, Loki. It lets us connect with the people existing on the timeline, even though we're never allowed to live a 'normal' life of our own."

"You've got it all wrong." As always, Loki was touched, but would never dare to admit this - because it would mean letting one near his core. Maybe they'd use you against him, if he allowed himself to have such a 'weak spot' for someone.

So he did what he could best: Acting all high and mighty, to cover up for his insecurities. "I was just using her to get information. So don't you dare preaching to me about love and trust. I don't need anyone but myself."

He rolled his eyes in disinterest, preparing to leave again, when Mobius' last words made him stop in his track for a second.

"The thing is: After so many times of meeting 'you'...at some point, Y/N began to take a liking to you. Don't disappoint them again."

"Again?!" Loki thought to himself, not knowing if he should be mad at Mobius or himself. "That wasn't even me, damn it!"

But it sure fit his profile, he had to confess. Was he doomed to stay like this forever? Life is about growth,his brother once said...

And yet...if the Loki Laufeyson of the sacred timeline was destined to bring death and destruction only, wasn't he - the 'variant', the 'error' -not able to avoid that cruel fate?

"Still busy scheming against the TVA?" a familiar voice brought him back to the present. It was you.

"A lowy bureaucrat like you would never understand the ways of a god!" Ouch, that sounded way less mean in his head.

And the way you pouted at this insult only made him feel worse about himself. "My apologies...it has been a hard...timeline."

"I know that, Loki" you spoke with a tone so genuinely kind, that he actually believed you to understand his pain. "On the inside, you're actually a big softie...at least I hope so, L1130."

Trying to regain his cool, he fondled with his jacket before scoffing "Do you mean those other variants of me? They are inferior, compared to me, my dear. I can show you things far beyond your imagination, if you'd let me."

"Well, let's find that out, shall we" you smiled at him, meant as half an invatation and half a challenge. "Meet me in the library after my work is done, then I'll teach you blockhead all you need to know to get along here."

With a swift movement, the god placed the ghost of a kiss onto the back of your hand. "What kind of man would I be to decline such an invitation?"

"Don't get too full of yourself" you advised him, "You're still a criminal against time, one of thousand versions of a Loki that should never exist in the first place. Why should I trust you of all people?"

"Because what drives me is different from those, petal." The way your eyes widened at the nickname was enough for him to become more engaged. What else had he to lose, anyway? "I have freed myself from selfish desires, and am willing to prove myself worthy."

"So, what is it that drives you then?"

"Meeting you again."

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ur-riddikulus · 3 years

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Fear and Cuddles (Thor Odinson)

Pairing: Thor x Y/N.

Summary: You are afraid of storms and go into Thor’s room one night because he calms you down. Then he figures out and forces you to admit this to him.

Warnings: Just pure fluff and the obviousness of them loving each other and needing to get together. This may suck but honestly it’s just meant to be a short cute story.

As another roll of thunder shook the compound, you buried yourself under more covers. You were shaking in fear, the lightning flashing across the sky.

It was probably around 2 or 3 am, but honestly you didn’t know. Fear was weird, making the hours start to blend together at this point. But it could have also just been exhaustion. You hadn’t been able to sleep all night, too afraid to from the raging storm outside.

Screw this, I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I can deal with one storm. You thought to yourself, but that confidence immediately left when moments later, another round of lightning streaked across the sky.

Everyone was probably calmly asleep, with not a care in the world. You have never been more envious of your team mates. You were so, so tired and had a long day tomorrow, but sleep wasn’t even an option with your anxiety through the roof all night.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you were having a stroke. Maybe I’m dying? You thought. At least it would take you out of your misery. After all, you can’t be scared when you’re dead. But even you were not that lucky, you supposed.

You had been battling yourself since the storm had started. Should you go to Thor’s room or not? You haven’t because it was so embarrassing, what adult was terrified of storms? But you had been friends for years, and he was just across the halls. He helped you through everything and you were too scared to be alone right now.

“No, I am not a child. I’ll be fine right here.” You promised yourself for the umpteenth time. You were resolved, you weren’t going to run into his room and bother him with something as dumb as your ridiculous fear of storms.

But when you heard wind rattling the trees in the night and huge bolts lightning light up the night sky, you were a goner. So, being the coward you were, you finally had enough. You ran out of the room, your shaking legs taking you quickly across the hall and outside the door of Thor’s room. You knocked, just to be polite, but when you heard nothing you just assumed he was sleeping. So you just quietly opened the door, tiptoed over to his bed, and crawled into it beside him.

He was snoring, loudly and deeply. If you weren’t terrified of waking him up and of course, the raging storm outside, you probably would have laughed.

You were crawling into bed very slowly, pausing whenever he would shift or a break would come in his snoring. When you were finally tucked into his bed, beside him, you were enveloped in his smell. Pine tree, the smell of rain, and a scent that was just...Thor. You breathed it in deep, the mix of it all making you feel safe and protected from the violent storm outside.

Your fear soon started washing washing away and you could feel your eyes suddenly start to droop when he moved, turning in your direction. You immediately held still, careful to not move in order to not possibly wake up the god.

He snuggled into you, holding you close and putting an arm around you. Then, his deep snores started once more. As awkward as this position was, it relaxed you even more. Thor was simply your best friend, nothing more. But you couldn’t help but be secretly glad that he was in this close, intimate position with you.

You ignored the fluttering of your heart, guessing that it was just all the anxiety you had been through that night. You leaned in and cuddled with him as well. Moments later, thunder shook the compound the loudest it had all night, but you didn’t care. You were finally calm and sleeping, a faint smile on your face as you were tucked in next to the Avenger.

You heard noises before you opened your eyes the next morning. It sounded like a shower was being turned on. You ignored it and decided to go back to bed, snuggling back into the comfy covers. Then, before you drifted back to sleep, you noticed it. Thor’s scent was all over these covers. It made no sense, none at all. That was, until you remembered last nights events. The big storm, your fear, you sneaking in and cuddling with Thor.

You shot up, cheeks blazing from embarrassment. How were you going to explain this to him? The bed was empty beside you, so you knew he was in the shower. He had to see you this morning, you were hugging him like a giant teddy bear for God’s sake.

You didn’t want anyone to know of your fear. Why would you? The rest of the Avengers went through hell and back and lived to tell the tale. They feared nothing. While you turned into a statue if you heard one roll of thunder. There was no way to get out of this. And you definitely couldn’t face him, what were you going to say? “Sorry, I am a huge baby and crawled into your bed last night because of a storm, then you cuddled me and I loved it and haven’t slept that good in years?” No, absolutely no way. You didn’t need to add even more embarrassment onto this already huge list of things to be embarrassed about.

You looked at the door, wishing you could somehow magically teleport back into your room, where you were supposed to be. Maybe your friendship could survive this, of course considering that he even wanted to be friends with you after this, the girl who crawled into bed with him at 2 am without his consent. You could just ignore it, never talk about it, and with time, maybe it will be back to normal.

You were about to run to the door when you heard the shower stop running and Thor get out of it. The bathroom door was open, and soon you saw him saunter out of it with a towel wrapped about his waist, water droplets still streaming down his chest and v-line.

Your eyes immediately opened wide at that sight. No wonder he’s a god. He was the hottest, most attractive man you’ve ever seen. Of course, as close friends you saw him shirtless sometimes, and you always thought he was attractive (I mean, you would have to be blind to not see it) but it never made you feel this...starstruck before. He was turned around, going through his dresser for clothes. So, you did the only thing you could think of it that moment.

You leaned back down and faked being asleep.

Sure, it was a coward’s move. But your pride was long gone. You already knew you were a coward last night when you crawled into bed with him.

He finished going through his clothes, picking them out and you could hear the fabric rustling so you assumed he was getting dressed. Once the sound stopped, you felt his gaze harden on you. You had to fight the urge to not move while feigning sleep, but knowing that he was staring at you was making it pretty hard.

You felt the bed dip down under his weight as he got on it beside you and snuggled right back into you like the way you were together last night.

He moved your hair behind your ear and put his lips right next to your ear. You had to fight yourself to not give him more access to your neck, which was ridiculous. Why were you being so weird around Thor lately?

You felt him breath on your ear. “I know you're awake, Y/N.” Thor said in a singsongy voice.

Your heart dropped. How were you going to explain this? In your head, you knew that Thor was a kind and understanding person, but that didn’t mean you wanted to admit that you, someone whose literally job it is to face villains, couldn’t face a storm. You just didn’t want to get laughed at.

You sighed and opened your eyes. “Surprise?” You said. Maybe you could joke your way out of this mess. He loved jokes, and you knew that his big heart would trust that you weren’t lying to him.

He smiled his trademark dazzling smile and you automatically felt more comfortable, as you always felt when you were around him. You weren’t thinking about the situation you just got yourself into, all you could think of was, “Why wasn’t Thor the god of beauty? He certainly fits the job description.”

“Uh...thank you?” He said with a little laugh and a confused look on his face.

“Oh shit...did I just say that out loud?” You’re cheeks grew red and you started to hate yourself so much for how embarrassing you are

“Maybe, but I find it very endearing.” Thor replied, still smiling.

You had to clear your head, but whenever you were around him recently, you couldn’t. You shook your head quickly to try to gain any brain cells you had left. When you looked back up you saw Thor looking at you thoughtfully.

“So, not that I didn’t love sharing a bed with you, Y/n, but why were you in my bed last night? I wasn’t aware we had scheduled what you mortals call a ‘sleep over’.”

You swallowed thickly, quickly going in between answers to this question in your head. Should you say that you were possessed and woke up here? That you were just wanting to snuggle with your best friend for the night? You audibly sigh, you never were a good liar.

“Are you okay,Y/N?” You looked up at him and his worried expression. Thor was the kindest person you had ever met, and he never failed to make your day better. He didn’t deserve to be told a lie from his best friend. Especially when you know how much he hates lies, understandably because he was told them all the time from Loki, his mischievous younger brother.

This was it. Were you going to lie and keep your fear to yourself? Or tell the truth and possibly bear the humiliation?

“Thor, I came into your room last night because I was scared. I’m afraid of storms and you always calm me down so I went in here to feel better. I’m so, so, so sorry. Really, it was-”

He cut you off by putting a finger up and saying, “Wait...you came into my room because you were scared?

“Uh...yeah?” “I calm you down and make you feel better, really?

Okay, not the way you thought this conversation was going to go at all, but at least he wasn’t focusing on your embarrassing fear.

“Yeah, of course you do. Are you not mad or something?” You asked. Why was he caring about that?

After saying that, then he looked at you like you were an idiot. “Why would I be mad? That’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever said to me. And many people have something to be afraid of, me included.”

You smile at Thor, just relieved that he was such a kind person. You had nothing to be nervous about, he would always be there for you. You were curious about him mentioning that he has a fear but then just decided that was a conversation for another time.

“Thor, you are the sweetest person alive, I hope you know that.”

You both smiled and enjoyed each other’s presence. You were so grateful for such a great person in your life.

Thor yawned before saying, “You know, I was going to work out but seeing you so comfy in bed makes me want to go back to bed. Want to sleep in?”

You give Thor a look. “Only if you make me waffles when we wake up.”

He rolled his eyes. “You humans and your weird breakfasts.”

You laughed and scooted over on the bed to make room for Thor. He got more comfortable and you moved back to cuddle with him almost immediately without even having to think about it, it was just instinct for you now.

You soon went to bed but before you fell back into deep sleep, you barely heard the comforting voice of Thor say, “I love you, Y/N.” before finally dozing off. Loud thunder could be heard once more in the room but you didn't care. You were finally cozy and cuddling with your favorite Avenger, his presence keeping the fear at bay.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years

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Hello lovely! So a friend and I have been talking about Frankie lately and how damn adorable it would be if he were his kids little league baseball coach. Like, he passes down his old mitt to them from high school days (even though it’s comically too big for them) because it gave him good luck, and of course all the guys would come to support them (possibly Benny or Santi even trying to hit on the single moms because of course they would LOL) could possibly be in the neighbor!frankie universe with Gabi in their future some time? We just thought you’d be perfect to write these random ideas into something beautiful. If you have time or even like the idea of course!! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you don’t mind me putting this in the mechanic!frankie AU! I think it’s a great way for reader and Frankie to bond a little more!

A/N: You run into your favorite mechanic while out running errands.

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You wandered aimlessly down the aisle of the store, randomly grabbing a box of cereal to throw into your cart as you whistled along to the song playing in your ear. As you rounded the corner, you ran into someone else’s cart. You quickly removed your earbuds to apologize.

“Oh! I am so- Frankie?!” It came out a little louder than you expected, making a few heads turn.

“I thought I was Frankie,” he joked and you rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Just picking up a few things.” You looked at his cart. “You look like you’re picking up enough to feed a small army.”

“I kinda am.” He held his jacket open to show you his baseball jersey. “Got a game tonight and we’re gonna have a party after--win or lose. You’d be surprised how much those kids can eat.”

“Wait, are you telling me you coach little league?”

“I do, yeah.” He smiled proudly. “I used my own money to get the league started. I buy the uniforms and everything.”

“You didn’t tell me this last night.”

“Well, I was focused on other things,” he said and you giggled like a schoolgirl. “I had fun.”

“Me too and the food was delicious. Remember, next time I’m cooking for you,” you told him.

“Are you doing anything later?” he asked.

“Oh, wow, trying to get me to cook for you already, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he chuckled, “I was wondering if you’d like to come out and watch the game. Cheer us on a little.”

“I’ll be there. Where is it?” you asked and he told you. “Coach Frankie...it fits you.”

“Thanks.” He stood there silently for a moment. “Why is it always so hard to say goodbye to you?”

“I was just wondering the same thing. How about this? We won’t say goodbye just...see you later.”

“Okay then. See you later.”

“See ya, Coach Frankie.” You winked and pushed your cart past him and he watched until you were out of sight.

It was a nice day out so you decided to walk. The game was already underway by the time you got there, and you didn’t know it but Frankie had been scanning the bleachers for you. This time when he looked up and spotted you, he beamed and waved then turned back to all the kids that surrounded him. Once he was done, he walked over to the fence and waved you down.

“You made it,” he said.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I walked,” you told him.

“No umbrella?” he asked then looked up at the sky. “It’s gonna rain, you know. Can’t you smell it?”

“The weatherman said nothing about rain today.”

“He could be wrong...” Someone called his name and he turned. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Don’t sit alone. My friends are up there.” He nodded to the group of guys sitting at the very top of the bleachers.

“Okay. Good luck, Coach.” You smiled and made your way up the bleachers.

“So you’re Frankie’s girl, huh?” one of the men asked. “I’m Benny, by the way.”

“Hi Benny. And I’ve met you, Santiago...right?” Santiago nodded and shook your hand.

“This is my brother William,” Benny said. You shook his hand too then sat down to watch the game. It made you smile to see Frankie enjoying himself, surrounded by children who obviously hung on every word he said. You didn’t hear him shout once aside from cheering for his team. At one point you got so into it that you stood up and cheered louder than anyone else. The guys snickered as you cleared your throat and sat back down.

They ended up winning the game and you all went down to congratulate them.

“What a win, Coach Frankie,” you said, giving him a high five.

“I think I might have had a good luck charm out there in the crowd,” he said and you looked down shyly. The guys came over and you stood back while they talked to him. Afterwards, Frankie reminded everyone of the little party he had put together in the park for them so you all walked over and enjoyed pizza and snacks with the team and their parents.

Frankie told you that you didn’t have to help clean but you wanted to. You weren’t exactly ready to say goodnight just yet. His friends said their goodbyes and his players all gave him a high five and a hug before leaving with their families.

When the last of the mess was thrown away, Frankie turned to you, lifting his cap to scratch at his head. “You mind if I walk you home?” he asked.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Oops...almost forgot my umbrella.” He sprinted over to where he left it then made his way back to your side.

“You really brought an umbrella? It’s not going to rain,” you repeated.

“Yeah, it is. Here...let me show you. This is what my dad taught me.” He led you over to a tree. “You see when the wind blows and the backs of the leaves show? That means rain.”

“I see but...” You felt a raindrop on your head and Frankie shrugged.

“Told ya. Come on.”

You two walked slowly through the park, taking the longer way around. “Maybe it won’t rain too bad.” No sooner had you said that than the skies opened up. You squealed and Frankie opened his umbrella as quickly as he could, pulling you under there with him.

“Think we can make it to the bridge?” he asked over the rain.

“I don’t know...” Suddenly he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran under the bridge then leaned against the stones to catch his breath.

“I...told...you,” he teased.

“Don’t rub it in,” you breathed. You smiled at him and he smiled back. He took his hat off and slicked his hair back before replacing it.

“At least it waited until after the game,” he said. He saw you hugging yourself and shrugged his jacket off before draping it over your shoulders. “There.”

“Thanks.” You pulled it around you tighter and were hit with a delightful smell. You closed your eyes and let yourself be surrounded by it. “Sandalwood,” you said out loud.

“Hm?”

“Your jacket...it smells like sandalwood,” you said.

“Oh yeah. One of my favorite scents,” he told you.

“Fits you. Very earthy and...” Your breath hitched as you noticed how close he was to you. “...you.”

“Very earthy and me?”

“Y-Yeah.” You two just stared at each other for awhile and you felt yourself being drawn to him, your body leaning towards his.

“Looks like it’s letting up,” he said suddenly, breaking the spell you were under.

“Oh...yeah, it does.” You tried to hide your slight disappointment.

“Shall we, my lady?” He offered his arm while he used the other to hold the umbrella. “Not my lady,” he amended, “I meant like...”

“I know what you meant. Let’s go.” You took his arm and moved as close as you could to get under the umbrella with him.

“I’m not used to this, you know,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I haven’t walked through the park like this since my wife died...” His words trailed off.

“Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Frankie.”

By the time he got you home, the rain had stopped and the sun had started to go down.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“Thank you for walking me home,” you countered and he chuckled.

“Can I call you tonight?” he asked.

“Of course. You can call whenever you like.”

“Great...awesome.” He walked backwards down the path. “Talk to you soon,” he said before turning away. As he walked along, he noticed he had started whistling I’m Singing in the Rain. He twirled his umbrella playfully and purposely jumped in a puddle.

“What a glorious feeling, and I’m happy again...” he sang to himself.

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Loki And His Follower - Part 3

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Summary - When Loki's time on Earth is interrupted by a sudden voice in his head, everyone around him are suddenly suspicious. In order to determine that he is not a danger to those around him with his constant talking to himself they send him to a secluded location in a disguise. What happens when he meets a young woman who is also a magical practitioner and has been speaking to Loki all along.

"Hello! My name is (Y/N), I am your neighbor I live a mile or so that way." You point to your right from where you just exited the forest surrounding the property. He still stays silent looking you up and down trying to analyze you. "... Uh anyway! I have food for you and your friends I wasn't sure what all of you liked so I made what I thought was suitable. There are also some vegan options as well!" You walk back off the steps and gesture to the baskets inside the wagon. "I see you are not really fond of company, but I would like to get these inside before they spoil in the sun, would that be okay?" The man only steps aside allowing entry to the home.

You quickly gather the baskets in your arms and walk inside unknowingly tracking mud inside as well. "Oh jeez... I'm sorry." You set the baskets down on the kitchen counter before taking off your boots and quickly dashing outside and setting them on the bottom stairs of the porch. " Okay where are your cleaning supplies?" You ask walking back inside and he only points to the kitchen sink. "Thank you!" You say as you make hast in cleaning the mess when you notice the bread oven and gasp. "Oh my Gods! You have a bread oven! I would kill to have one of these!" You exclaim the man seems to tense up. "I-I mean not literally I just... I really want a bread oven haha..." You say and walk over to the basket and begin to unpack the food.

"So what I have are some gluten free, vegan, and other dietary options as well as a multitude of deserts that I hope you enjoy! I-" "Why are you really here." The man finally speaks. "I just- " you are cut off yet again by the man. " You barge in here with food as some sort of offering you obviously want something now spit it out!" The man exclaims making you flinch. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cause a disturbance I just wan-" "Well you did and I would appreciate it if you leave! Take your alterative motives else where you mewling quim." He hisses venom dripping from his voice making you shut your eyes trying to avoid the tears that welled within them. You nod with a quick 'I'm sorry' and exit the home as fast as you could putting your boots back on as fast as you could, taking ahold of your wagon before making a mad dash back into the forest your wagon making loud metal noises as you run away.

Loki's chest is heaving with anger and exhaustion. "Was this some sort of test?" He calls out. "Was this to see that I would give into temptation of finding a way to be free? Did I pass!" He shouts and leans over the counter trying to calm his breathing. The smell of food wafts it's way toward him, he looks up at the baskets and the food that was already unpacked. Some were covered is foil while others were covered in clear wrapping. He can see pieces of notebook paper taped on to each one that seemed to have a list of ingredients. He decided to unpack and unwrap all of them to take a closer look. Looking at all of them made his stomach growl. In one half of his mind he wants to throw it away but the other wants to devour and try every and all foods that is currently presented to him. All the foods seem home made so he decides to take a risk and try some. He takes a fork out of one of the drawers near the sink as well as a plate from an overhead cabinet and look at them to see what is calling to him. He spies some chocolate truffles and slides some on to a plate before stabbing it with the fork and gingerly taking a bite. His eyes widen and a warmth seems to overcome him. This food tastes somewhat familiar but he cannot seem to place where he has ever eaten it. He then moves on to a cheese platter that also had an assortment of meats and crackers. He takes a bite of this as well and hums in delight as he continues to eat slowly. He begins to feel some form of guilt that he has never felt before. Loki never really feels that emotion but something about the person he met today and how kind they were despite wanting nothing in return. His thought is cut off by a whimper. At first he looks around in search of it until he realizes that it was the voice in his head, His stomach is suddenly full. The person in question must have made an offering, but why do they seem so sad?

When you arrive home your chest is heaving up and down. You drop the wagon only for it to make a loud bang as hit hits the ground. You look back to see that your wagon has a front wheel missing. This just causes you to break. Tears begin running down your face as you try wiping them away. You walk inside kicking your shoes off and slamming the door. Never had you encountered someone so full of hate by just meeting a person. Well you have, just not in a long time since you moved out here. You enter your room which had a queen sized bed with (F/C) blanket and sheets, You had posters of all kinds as well as a few colorful tapestries on the wall. You have your alter on the left side of the room and your desk across from it with your bedroom door to the left of the desk. You sit on your bed about to snuggle into it when you notice the violent flickering of Loki's candle. You assume that he must want an offering since you have yet to give one to him recently so you quickly exit your room to find some left over truffles and some coffee to set there. When that is done you decide to curl up and read the book you have just began to read. Your tears now fully gone but the sorrow is still heavy on your mind. You get up and decide to have some dinner by making your (Y/F/F). After your belly is full it seems that the day has passed you by. The sun is beginning to set and the forest darkens all around you. You shower, get dressed is comfy pajamas , and finally settle in for the night and allow darkness to over come you.

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