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michelleleewise · 9 months

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Can I have a story where reader has a huge crush on loki (reader won't admit they're inlove tho) and wants to be his in every aspect? She doesn't want to confess because she knows she'll get rejected and knows she's not his type. Though reader maybe sneaky, they forget that loki can sometimes read minds. They play this cat-and-mouse game it may or may not lead to smut 👀 I kind of had this idea by listening to "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys. Thank you so much <3

Hiiiii!!! I'm sorry this took so long to get to!!!! But thank you so much for sending it to me!! I hope you like it!!! 💚💚💚

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Thinking of You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: swearing, mild yelling, mind reading, self esteem issues, NSFW, masturbation, mildly rough sex (nothing graphic), if I missed anything let me know!! 💚

Summary: Everytime you see Loki your thoughts run wild....unbeknownst to you, he can hear them too...

A/n- sorry this took so long!!! It's probably terrible, I'm a bit rusty......sorry!!!!! 💚💚

"No the other way." You urged into the coms, swiping between screens on the computer screen like a maniac trying to guide the team to where they needed to be. "Y/n, where is it!?" Tony yelled into his earpiece making you wince "there is no need to yell Stark" You heard Loki's smooth voice sound in your ear making you sigh "that's easy for you to say Rudolph, you aren't surrounded by agents." Tony said when you heard an explosion echo into you ear. "Do stop complaining Stark." Loki said when you heard a grunt sound through Loki's coms "you are becoming rather insufferable." He continued making you giggle "I swear laufeyson, when we get back..." Tony started when you heard Thor's booming voice join the conversation "would you two please desist with this nonsense!" Thor yelled making you jump.

"Yes, please silence yourself stark....now darling which way do we go?" Loki asked into his earpiece, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your spine "i...I...let me see" you said searching the map again "take your...umph...time darling, no rush." Loki purred into your ear as you heard a thud on his end. "Ok, everyone needs to get to Loki's location, that's where the serum is." You said pulling up everyone's position, "aaah, Right again I see." Loki laughed into his earpiece "shut up Loki." Thor bellowed into his coms "come now, jealousy does not suit you brother." Loki mocked making you laugh "something funny agent?" You heard Tony snark into the coms "no sir, sorry." You said looking down at your hands.

You listened as the team completed the mission, bickering the entire time. If you were honest you weren't sure how they didn't kill eachother everytime they went on a mission. "Alright, back to the jet everyone." Tony said. "I thank you for your assistance lady y/n." Loki purred into the earpiece making your cheeks heat up "y...you welcome Loki "Alright romeo let's go...shutting down coms, see you back at the tower." Tony said as the line went silent. You took a deep breath pulling your earpiece out when Nat walked over leaning on your desk "quite the sweet talker isn't he?" She asked making you giggle "well they do call him silvertongue." You said trying to not look at her "yeah, makes you wonder what else he can do with his tongue." She said as you stood up "Natasha!" You whisper yelled making her laugh "oh come on, we all know how you feel about him." She said as you grabbed a stack of files quickly turning "I don't know what your talking about." You said making your way to the filing cabinets.

"Y/n, why don't you just talk to him?" She asked following you "I do talk to him." You snapped hoping she would let it go "you know what I mean y/n." She scolded crossing her arms "because..." you sighed setting the files down "because there will never be a universe where he feels the same." You said opening the filing cabinet "you don't know that, the way he talks to you..." She started when you slammed the drawer shut "I'm not stupid nat, he's just being polite...letting his princely charm ooze out of him. I've seen I him do it at parties." You said closing your eyes "I'm not special, he doesn't like me and he never will...why would he?" You asked walking back towards your desk "um, your funny, smart, witty.." nat said continuing to follow you "plain, ordinary...boring." you huffed grabbing your bag "y/n seriously..." you cut her off lifting your hand "no, he doesn't know...he'll never know." You said walking towards the door, stopping in the doorway "I...I don't think I could handle that rejection." You said before walking out heading towards your apartment

You spent the next few days chained to your desk, stacks of mission reports to go through and file from the last mission. Looking up rubbing your eyes seeing you had worked past your lunch "I need a break." You sighed closing the file you were working on as you stood up. Grabbing your coffee mug you made your way to the break room and the espresso machine Tony had recently installed. After choosing what you wanted you leaned your head against the cabinet waiting for the machine to do its thing, praying it would hurry when what nat said the other day ran through your mind does everyone really know....am I that obvious? You thought when the loud beep pulled you from your thoughts. "Thank god." You breathed bringing the cup to your lips taking a small sip you closed your eyes feeling the caffeine touch your soul "mmmhhh." You moaned with a sigh.

"Now that is a sound I could get used to." A deep voice behind you said, your eyes shooting open as you turned seeing Loki leaning against the doorway his arms crossed, the buttons of his white shirt straining against his chest "l...loki w...what are you doing here?" You asked setting the cup down "oh, some nonsense of starks." He said pushing off the doorframe sliding his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans "something about not completing my reports." He shrugged taking a step into the room "o..oh, um he didn't say anything to me." You said fidgeting with your fingers "well let's be honest, when have you known stark to be organized?" He asked making you laugh "so, naturally I came to you to see if there were any...discrepancies." He purred coming to stand in front of you, his cologne wafting between you making you sigh god he smells good you thought hearing loki laugh "do you like the cologne? I just purchased it." He asked smiling "oh...yeah! Your...rrr I mean it...it's good." You stuttered watching his smile widen

"well darling, if you wouldn't mind may I....come with you?" He asked, the baritone in his voice stirring something inside you I'll be coming later you thought remembering all the nights you touched yourself at the thought of his large hands roaming your body, his deep voice whispering how much he wanted you in your ear. You bit your lip seeing him raise an eyebrow at you "er...um sorry...what were you saying?" You asked wringing yours hands "Darling, i was asking if I could come and look at the reports." He said smiling again "oh! Right...yes absolutely!" You said shaking the impure thoughts from your head as you stepped around him and headed back towards your desk. You sat down, digging through the stack of files until you saw "Laufeyson" pulling it out "ah, here it is." You said freezing feeling a hand on your back "you forgot your coffee my dear." He purred setting your cup on the desk "oh, thank you Loki." You said feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Now, let's see shall we?" He asked, taking the file from you He sat it down on the desk in front of you, his one hand sliding to the back of your chair as he leaned his large lithe frame over you, feeling the heat from his chest against your arm. "Hmm..." he hummed flipping through the file page by page, his scent ingulphing you as your mind raced at his proximity to you, the way his forearms flexed with each page turn, your eyes tracing the veins running down to his... "I do not see any issue, do you darling?" He asked when you tilted your head up towards him, your nose almost touching his as he leaned closer "i...um...." your mind going blank as your eyes met his, you couldn't help stare into them. They always reminded you of a forest after a storm, the deep green and blue swirling in a maelstrom as powerful as the man they belonged to but at this closeness you could see specs of gold shining in them.

"Loki..." you whispered, your eyes shooting down to his lips they look so soft you thought when you felt him lean closer "y/n." He breathed when you looked back into his eyes "i..." you trailed off, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest "tell me darling." He whispered as he hovered over you his eyes never leaving yours "i..." you tried again, your mouth going dry feeling his finger tuck your hair behind your ear "hmm?" He hummed expectantly the tip of his nose touching yours "agent y/l/n." You heard from across the room making Loki shoot straight up as you jumped "a..agent hill, morning...er afternoon." You stuttered watching Maria walk in "and what do we owe the pleasure Loki?" She asked nearing your desk "oh, I was only ensuring my report was accurate, I would hate to make miss y/n's job harder then it is." He explained, freezing feeling his finger slowly trail up your arm. "Well im sure the agent has it under control Mr. Laufeyson." Hill said coming to stand on your other side "yes, she does. So I will take my leave...perhaps I will see you later agent." He purred as you looked up at him seeing him smile "o...ok, bye Loki." You smiled back as he bowed slightly before walking to the door.

You sat staring at the file Loki had been going through when you felt Hill nudge you "oh my God, what was that about?" She asked sitting on the edge of your desk, her stern demeanor vanishing "i...I don't know." You said looking up at her "well he looked like he was about to eat you." She laughed making you laugh with her "no, he just wanted to go through his report." You said setting it back on the pile "riiight, even though he's never had an issue with them before." She said crossing her arms. "I...well maybe he...umm." you stuttered trying to think of a reason "dude, just accept the man wanted to eat you like a cream filled donut." She said making you laugh "what!? No he doesn't!" You urged hearing her laugh "well apparently you didn't see the look on his face." She said hopping off the desk. "Look, all I'm saying is maybe he likes you too." She shrugged walking to the door "no he doesn't, he's just being nice." You said grabbing your cup "uh huh...whatever you say." She winked as she walked out.

You sat back sipping your coffee trying to process what had happened when you heard your name called, looking up seeing Tony "Hey kid, I just wanted to check and see how those are coming along." He said pointing at the reports "fury is down my throat about them." He laughed as you looked up at him "oh yeah, they're almost done." You said setting your cup down "oh, and Loki came by like you asked." You said grabbing his file "i didn't ask him to come by." Tony said crossing his arms "yes you did." You said looking back at him "no....I didn't." He argued making you sigh "you sent him down saying there was an issue with his reports." You argued back tossing the file down "I hate to break it to you, but I didn't send him down here, I haven't even talked to him in days." He said making your eyebrows furrow "just have them done by tonight ok?" Tony asked as you nodded looking back down at your desk. "If Tony didn't tell him to come down here.." your thoughts trailed off as you looked up at the clock seeing it was already almost three "shit.." you sighed pushing your thoughts aside grabbing the next file getting back to work.

It had been a couple weeks since your last interaction with Loki, but you couldn't get it out of your mind, it was beginning to drive you crazy. You were sat at your desk tapping your pen on a stack of files remembering the way his eyes stared into yours, how close he was to you, frowning remembering the lie he told you "Hey y/n, I need you to have Thor fix this." Maria said setting a piece of paper on your desk, seeing it was one of his mission reports "oh? What's wrong with it?" You asked picking it up "look at the description." She laughed as you looked down at that section seeing a simple "we won" written "I've told him that's not adequate but..." She sighed shaking her head. "Could you please have him actually write what happened?" She asked as you nodded "yeah, I just gotta find him." You said standing up "I believe he's in the training room, good luck." She smiled walking out. "Of course he is." You sighed walking towards the elevators.

You took a deep breath grabbing the handle of the door you pulled it open seeing Thor sparring with Steve as you walked in "Thor!" You yelled getting his attention seeing him smile at you as he walked over "Lady y/n, what can I do for you?" He asked setting his hammer down "you didn't fill out your report from the last mission." You said holding the paper out to him "you have to write a full description." You said holding your pen out to him "I do not see why, we won that's all that is important." He said grabbing the pen "just write something to make Hill happy." You laughed crossing your arms "very well, give me one moment." He said walking to the benches sitting down.

You looked out into the training room seeing Natasha on the treadmill, Steve had gone over to the punching bags, and then your eyes landed on Loki, dressed in black gym shorts that gave you full view of his muscular thighs, accompanied by a black tank top that was so tight you were surprised he could move, biting you lip watching as he sparred with Bucky. Your eyes traveled up seeing his long hair pulled back into a low bun, sweat making a few loose strands stick to his forehead as he pivoted and swayed, avoiding all of Bucky's attacks with the grace of a dancer. "Fuck...." you breathed, crossing your foot over the other clenching your thighs together trying to hide your arousal as bucky lunged at Loki when his large hand grabbed his throat, planting his foot behind bucky he threw him to the mat on his back kneeling next to him with his hand still on his throat god he could choke me anytime you thought biting your lip when Loki's eyes suddenly met yours making you jump.

His eyes didn't leave yours as he stood up, extending his hand to bucky pulling him up you watched his bicep flex, the veins in his arms bulging as Bucky got to his feet goood...I want trace them with my tongue you thought feeling your face heat up, arousal pooling in your stomach as your eyes met his again seeing a darkness in them you never had before "Lady y/n." Thor suddenly said next to you making you jump "apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." He said as you clutched your chest "no, it's ok." You said taking a deep breath "I have finished your report." He smiled holding out the paper "oh, thank you thor." You said quickly grabbing the paper "are you ok? You look a little flushed." He said as you ripped your pen out of his hand "yes! I'm fine." You said glancing over seeing Loki still watching you "i...I gotta go, see you later." You said quickly turning and walking towards the door, one last look back seeing Loki's eyes still on you making you shiver as you walked out.

You made your way back downstairs gripping the pen and paper in your hand, walking into Maria's office you slapped it on her desk "there." You said turning around "you ok? You seem...off." She said making you turn back to her "yeah! Totally fine!" You rushed out "I'm gonna call it a day, I'll see you tomorrow." You smiled before walking to your desk shutting everything off heading back upstairs to your apartment. Walking in you closed the door behind you leaning your back against it "Dammit Loki." You sighed closing your eyes, the friction of your clothing against your core making you moan "bath...a bath sounds good." You said rushing into the bathroom you turned the water on adding the bubbles as you pulled your clothes off before easing into the hot water.

You leaned back, closing your eyes you pictured the broody God, his eyes....his smile...."loki.." you whispered sliding your hand down your stomach, you gripped the side of the tub as your fingers slowly slid over your folds, biting your lip as you slowly moved your fingers down to your entrance dipping them inside you rocked your hand back and forth, imagining they were Loki's. "God...Loki..." you moaned moving your fingers faster, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach "mmm....haaaarder...." you breathed picturing Loki's eyes staring into yours, his hand wrapped around your throat "fuuuck..Loki." you cried out feeling orgasm wash over you, squeezing your thighs together you slowly slid your fingers out.

You took a deep breath still feeling unsatisfied "ugh, that usually works." You sighed sitting up rubbing your temples. You groaned, grabbing your body wash you cleaned yourself up before getting out of the tub, the ache still very present in your core. Looking up seeing it was almost ten "Maybe I'll make some tea." You said to yourself slipping on your sleep shorts and a bright green tank top pulling your hair back before opening your door and making your way down to the kitchen. You slowly walked in releasing a breath seeing it empty and dark "good, everyone must be busy." You said walking in grabbing the kettle filling it before setting it on the stove.

You opened the cabinet seeing all the coffee mugs on the top shelf "freaking giants" you mumbled lifting you knee onto the counter pulling yourself up freezing hearing someone clear their throat. You slowly leaned back, peeking out from behind the cabinet door seeing Loki standing next to the counter by the door, wearing the white shirt that would cause your death, his hand in his pocket as he tilted his head "h...hey Loki." You said smiling nervously "evening y/n, may I ask what it is your doing up there?" He asked when the kettle screamed. You cleared your throat watching him move it and turn the burner off. "Well, you see....I couldn't sleep so...tea." you laughed as he looked back over to you "and all the mugs are up there." You said pointing to the top of the cabinet "ah, I see." You heard him say as you reached up grabbing a cup.

You went to put your foot down on the floor when your other knee slipped causing you to drop the cup as you fell back off the counter when an arm wrapped around your middle pulling you backwards, you back hitting solid muscle looking to the side seeing Loki smiling down at you. "Your cup my lady." He said lifting his other hand you looked at it seeing your cup dangling from his finger "t..thank you." You stuttered lifting the cup from his finger. "You really must be more careful my dear." He purred when you felt his thumb sliding up and down by your rib, slowly moving up towards your breast "i...I should finish the tea." You said pulling away from him walking to the stove. Stop it y/n, he's just being nice you thought shaking your head when the cabinet door slammed making you jump, turning to see Loki's hand on it.

"Loki...are you ok?" You asked as he turned around "no y/n, I'm afraid I'm not." He said taking a step towards you. "I...I can get bruce...or thor?" You asked stepping back as he came closer "I'm afraid neither of them can assist me." He growled continuing his advance as you walked backwards through the kitchen, loki right on top of you "um..well I could.." you trailed as your back hit the table "these games have exhausted me y/n." He said coming to stand in front of you his chest inches from yours "I don't know..." you started when he leaned forward planting his palms on either side of you caging you in "do not lie to me y/n," He said sternly making you shiver "l..loki i..." you sighed looking down fidgeting with your hands when he leaned forward freezing feeling his breath on your ear.

"I love your eyes as well." He whispered making your head jerk back looking at him "i...you..." you stuttered as the realization hit you "yes dear, there are times i can read your thoughts." He said as your eyes widened "h...how much is sometimes?" You panicked seeing him smile "well, it comes and goes, but depending on how...hard your thinking they make it through." He purred as you looked down, embarrassment flooding through you "y/n look at me...please." He whispered as you took a deep breath "Loki i..." you were cut off by his lips gently touching yours before he quickly pulled back checking gauging your reaction as you stood speechless. You must have taken too long to respond as panic flashed in his eyes as he slowly stood up "i...I have over stepped, I apologize." He said taking a step back, the loss of contact kicking your brain into gear.

"Wait." You rushed out fisting the front of his shirt you pulled him back to you, rising up on your toes your lips crashed into his, your other hand sliding across his side to his back pulling him closer moaning feeling his tongue slide along your bottom lip, his hand cupping the back of your head as you parted your lips hearing him groan as his tongue slipped inside tangling with yours. God his lips are soft you thought when you felt his hands slide across your sides to your back moving down his palms cupping your ass squeezing making you moan into his mouth as he lifted you up setting you on the table. Stepping between your parted legs he pulled back slightly as he kissed along your jaw, tilting your head back feeling his lips wrap around your earlobe "l..loki..." you moaned when his hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you towards him groaning feeling his erection press against your thigh.

God, fuck me..please fuck me you thought screwing your eyes shut feeling his teeth nip at your pulse point "say it." He growled, the husky tone of his voice making you shiver "w..what." you breathed when he pulled back looking into you eyes, his hand gently gripping your chin "I want to hear you say it." He growled his jaw clenching as he watched you with an intensity that sent electricity up your spine "i..I want..." you stuttered seeing his eyes darken "yes..." he encouraged rubbing his thumb across your lips "i...want you Loki." You whispered seeing him smile as he leaned down to your ear "do you want me to fuck you y/n?" He breathed as you gripped the table screwing your eyes shut "y..yes...please." You said, opening your eyes meeting his "norns..." he whispered as he lunged forward his lips crashing onto to yours, his hand going to the back of your head as he guided you down onto your back.

Arching your back feeling the cold wood through your thin tank top "I need to feel you...now." loki growled against your lips as his other hand slid up your side to the bottom of your shirt "as much as I love seeing you in my colors..." he trailed off standing up his hand slipped out from under your head joining the other, hearing a loud rip you gasped feeling the cold air hit your bare skin, looking down seeing your shirt ripped in half "gorgeous." Loki purred placing a large hand on your stomach, his finger tips ghosting over your skin as he slowly slid it up to the valley of your breasts gently pushing you back down. "One more thing." He smiled when you heard another rip, feeling your shorts and panties pulled from you. "Norns....you truly are magnificent." He purred as he wrapped his hands around your thighs sliding you to the edge.

"Loki...." you moaned feeling his clothed cock press against your core "I know my dear, be patient for me." He groaned lifting his hand a green light swept down across him, shivering feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance "are you ready love?" He asked making you look up, his smile melting your insides as his thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs "y..yes....please loki." You whined laying back stretching your arms above your head "mmm....we'll have to look into that." He growled as he leaned over, his large body hovering over yours as he pushed his hips forward, stretching you slowly as he entered you. "Gods your...mmm tight." He groaned, bucking his hips forward making you gasp as he bottomed out.

"Holy fuck." You cried out digging your nails into the table as he leaned further over you, his eyes meeting yours "are you ok dear? Do you wish to stop?" He asked, concern lacing his tone as you stared up at him "God no!" You rushed out wrapping your legs around his middle, a deep rumble coming from his chest as he laughed "loki?" You asked wrapping your fingers around the end of the table "move...now" you demanded shifting your hips "as you wish." He growled as he planted one large hand next to your head, the other gripping your hip as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in before slowly pushing back in.

"H...holy...." you moaned as he set a steady pace, burying his cock further inside you then anyone ever had God, he's ruined me you thought when he suddenly snapped his hips hard against yours jolting you up the table "that was the idea my dear." He growled "my cock will be the only one that can satisfy you." He said gritting his teeth as he slammed into you "Loki!!" You cried out gripping the edge of the table "the only pleasure you will find is impaled upon me as I bury myself in your perfect cunt." He said, his fingers digging into your flesh as he set a brutal pace, the table shifting under his thrusts as he consumed you. "F...fuck! Loki...ahhh....i.....im...." you cried out as his tip hit that soft spot deep inside you "are you going to come my dear?" He groaned, sliding his hand under your shoulder pulling you to him as his pelvis hit yours "y...yes....God Loki!" You yelled feeling the familiar tingle in your abdomen.

"Come y/n...come on my cock." Loki gritted as he thrust hard into you as your orgasm slammed into you screaming his name as he continued his unforgiving pace "w..whose cunt is this?" He growled digging his fingers nails into your shoulder "y..yours..." you moaned feeling another building "who....n...norns...who do you belong to?" He moaned screwing his eyes shut as you squeezed your legs around him "y...you Loki...only you!" You cried out as he bottomed out, holding himself there you felt him release deep inside you triggering a second orgasm as he slumped on top of you laying his forehead on your shoulder, his warm breath fanning your skin as you let go of the table, a hand going to the back of his head running your fingers through his hair, freezing feeling him stiffen.

Why did i do that...I shouldn't have done that you thought as you pulled your hand away "y/n?" You heard Loki ask but your thoughts drowned him out i....I should go...this was probably a one time thing... "y/n look at me." Loki's voice rang out again as you tried to slip out from under him what am I going to cover up with....I need to get back to my.... "y/n!" Loki yelled making jump, your eyes shooting to his "apologies, I did not mean to yell but you were lost." He said as he grabbed your hand helping you sit up "now, let me make one thing perfectly clear." He said raising his hand again, the same green light traveling across your skin as your clothes reappeared "you...are mine now." He said leaning forward "you are not a one night stand, you never were...you deserve much more then that." He said as you looked down fidgeting with your fingers "you deserved to be treated as a queen, a goddess...my goddess." He said brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face

"so y/n, will you alow me to take you out?" He asked as you looked up at him "m...me? You want to date me?" You asked laughing but seeing Loki looking more serious then you ever had "I um...I'd like that Loki, very much." You said seeing him smile "how about we go to my chambers and you put on one of your midgaridian films and we can talk more hm?" He asked making you smile "that sounds nice." You said sliding off the table as he held his hand out, placing your hand in his He linked your fingers together as he guided you down the hallway to his room "loki, does that mean your my...boyfriend?" You asked as he smiled down at you opening his door "you may call me whatever you wish, as long as you are mine." He said as he waved you ahead of him "I'll always be yours....my king." You said walking through the doorway "mmm....now that will get you more then you bargained for." He growled following you "oh, I'm counting on it." You smiled closing the door behind him.

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Summary: You and Loki finally confront each other about your feelings and what went wrong. Suggested Song: "Fantasy" by The Driver Era Word Count: 2.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut. Dominating/Controlling Loki, Angry sex, rough sex.

Loki’s room was dark and humid. Thick waves of moisture rolled to you from his en suite, bringing with it the scent of his soap and aftershave. He must have taken a shower moments before movie night, you mused to yourself.

As the latch on his door clicked closed, the fireplace roared to life startling you. The heat from the fire only made his scent grow deep and heady. Warm yellow light canvased the room. You followed the flicker of the flames as your eyes took in Loki’s private chambers.

There you were…alone in his room. His sanctuary. A rare opportunity to sneak around and find out more about the intimidating god of mischief. Nothing had changed since that fateful night when you challenged him to Blackjack. That following morning, you were too hurt and busy trying to get out of the mortifying situation you walked yourself into to appreciate anything else.

His desk sat in the middle of the room, facing his bed. A house of cards was meticulously crafted on top— an elaborate pyramid of angles and shapes. Some cards, magically teetering on their corners. You had forgotten your deck that night, in a hurry to leave and lick your wounds from Loki’s casual opinion of your relationship with each other.

You reached out to take one— a discarded card lying on the bottom layer. You focused on the filigree and the cherub on the back cover, greeting you back.

“I thought I told you to wait for me on my bed?” His deep voice froze your movements, squeezing the air from your lungs. You turned quickly to find Loki, already closing the final steps to you.

“Loki, I-” He didn’t let you finish as he seized your lips and invaded your senses once again. His fingers laced themselves in your hair. His other hand pulled your shirt off from behind, popping your buttons, and exposing your breasts that were already spilling over your bra from his groping earlier.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping to melt with him. You needed him closer. You needed his every being to get reacquainted with you. God, it's been so long.

His kiss was never-ending. He didn’t let you catch your breath, stealing your mouth every time you moved to inhale. His lips were so ravenous and demanding that it almost hurt. “…Loki…” you whined.

At long last, his fingers pulled your hair and brought your face up to meet his eyes. “You never do as you’re told, do you, darling? You never listen. Always worried about letting people inside.” His fist in your hair got tighter. His breath was hot and sweet; trying to hold back an emotion you had yet to work out. “Is that why you perfected your poker face? To hide the lies underneath?”

“What lies?!” you asked insulted and slightly afraid. “You lied to me! You used me just to play some game! Toying with me! Just entertainment for the night!” You tried to push him back, but his body was hard and unyielding. You pounded on his chest, trying to get away. But he trapped you in his arms and he wouldn’t let you go.

“You don’t listen! I have already told you, and yet you still pay no heed to my words! Do you even know how the last two weeks have been for me?” he said with a cold glare. “Torture! The moment you walked out of my bed, I started doubting myself. I started doubting you! I never thought you of all people would play me for a game like you do with your cards and tricks.”

He was furious! You had no idea how this would go, where Loki was going with his discourse. You knew Loki would never hurt you intentionally, but the look in his eyes was undoubtedly anger and pain. Not knowing terrified you and it also sent a thrill down your spine.

You had hurt him. You can see that now. He was affected as much as you were that night. You could see it in the unshed glimmer in his eyes. “You do care about me,” you realized.

“And what made you think I didn’t?” he demanded. His hold on you tightened. To be in his arms and to know that he was holding back so much of his godly strength. It hurt to almost breathe in his presence. But that was nothing compared to the guilt you felt inside. It hurt to know that you had assumed the worst of him and failed to communicate what you wanted. That you had missed out on two glorious weeks of being with him.

“You said you liked playing games. The way everything unfolded…I- I didn’t know what to think. I had no idea you even looked at me that way! And in mere hours I was splayed like a toy for you in your bed, Loki! What was I supposed to think?! How was I to know that I wasn’t just another conquest for you? That your confession was true?” you yelled back at him.

“Does this feel untrue to you!” he bucked his hips to yours, pushing you against his desk. You let out a carnal moan as you felt the length of him rub against your awaiting clit- throbbing to feel more of him, to be closer to him. The pyramid shook slightly behind you but remained standing. “Perhaps, you need a little reminder…” he growled as he kissed your lips boldly.

Blurring colors started to form and solidify in your head. Memories took shape as if they were tangible moving pictures.

~Loki growled. His fervor and desire ruling all rational thought. “I love that you’re intelligent,” he said as he flattened out his tongue and lapped the juices flowing from your cunt. “…Loki…” “I love how clever you are.” He said giving your sensitive clit a soft kiss. “I love how you’re willing to play my games.” He laughed as he kissed his way up your stomach. He knelt up on the bed, towering over your lustful figure beneath him. His eyes were wild taking in your heavy breathing, your glowing skin, and how utterly besotted you were when you looked at him. Your eyes were hooded and pleading, missing his tongue. Your mouth was open, ready to beg him to continue. “And by the Norns, you look absolutely sinful laying on my bed the way you are now.” He lined his hard cock at your entrance and slammed his way inside your tight folds.~

You felt him thrust towards your aching cunt, as if he was reliving the memory himself. The heavy force of his illusion pushed you back into reality. The house of cards gave way and fell behind you in one fell swoosh.

“You love me,” you whispered to yourself. Tears brimmed your lids as you looked at the truth in his eyes. The realization was heavy and thick; along with the guilt of invalidating his feelings.

Loki closed his eyes as he leaned in to rest his head on yours. He took a deep breath, relieved you had finally understood what he was trying to convey. Your fingers brushed through his silken hair, pulling him closer. Your lips apologized for you as you assailed his beautiful face with kisses. Softly, one after another. His fervid cheeks. His troubled eyes. His sharp chin. He felt each kiss as a prayer of penance asking for his forgiveness.

Your velvet lips turned into passionate kisses the more you held him. Loki returned your fervor with as much desire, if not more. How long has he waited for this? Dreamt of this? Wondering if he’d ever get the chance to kiss you again like this.

He had already granted you his pardon- earlier tonight when you had confessed that you imagined kissing him instead of Rogers. Perhaps even earlier than that, when you sat down on his lap and acknowledged his presence, finally, after weeks of disaffection. You had his forgiveness, but not his mercy.

“Loki, I need you. Please,” you begged. You started to unbutton his shirt, your fingernails nicking and scratching at his creamy skin in haste. “Make love to me,” you whined, wanting to compensate for lost time.

He licked his lips and savored your words. “Oh no, pet,” he chuckled darkly. “Only good girls get made love to...” Loki pushed your shoulders down, laying you on his desk. Your eyes widened in shock as your hair flowed around you, weaving with the cards of the fallen castle. He pulled your legs forward, bringing your hips flushed with his hard cock. “…Bad girls get fucked!”

You took a sharp intake of air as his words rattled your nerves. You heard the zip of his pants as his hands held you down on his desk. He nudged the wet gusset of your panties aside and guided the tip of his cock at your entrance. You moaned shamelessly when you felt him inside you for the first time in weeks.

He let out a shaky breath as he dragged himself up and down through your wet lips. Slowly teasing you, making you squirm with need. “…please…” you said so quietly you thought it was in your head. “…please, Loki…”

He gave into your cries. Into your begging; and thrust quickly inside you. You let out a vulgar moan at the sheer length of him filling you completely. Your knees squeezed around his hips as you tried to slow his assault. Your nails dug into the soft wood of his desk trying to hold on. “Stop resisting, my love. I thought this was what you wanted?” he grunted.

Your hands gripped his wrist that was holding down your shoulder. He gathered your skirt around your waist and used it as leverage to thrust deeper into you. “Just a little bit deeper…fuck…When I’m…when I’m done with you…I’ll make sure…you can’t walk in the morning…” he vowed. “So, you won’t leave my bed like you did that day.” His rage was palpable and cloying.

“…Loki…” you whined. But that only made him go harder. Faster.

You held the edge of the desk above you, trying to meet his passionate thrust with your own. Strands of your hair fell off to the sides. Your back arched, and you could feel the cards stick to the sweat of your skin.

“You like this, don’t you? Look how wet you are for me.” He watched as your sweet cum coated his shaft, making him groan. You could feel it dripping from you with each hard thrust of his cock. “Do you like it rough?”

“…fuck, Loki…please…”

“You’re enjoying this too much.” His hand moved from your shoulder up to your throat. He grabbed your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, “Next time, I’ll just fuck you in front of the team. So, they can see what a begging mess you become for me.”

And he was right. You are a mess. And you are enjoying this too much. You had always prided yourself in being a tough and independent person. But when it comes to Loki, you didn’t hesitate to be cuffed and barred. You didn’t fight it when he chased you. You wanted him to catch you. You wanted his dominance.

Loki bent to hover over you, pinning your hips down to his hard desk. “You are not to leave me. Ever. Do you understand?” his breath came out labored and grunting. “You can storm out angry. You can yell, scream, and fight. Hell, I prefer it. But you are never to leave without returning and talking about it afterward. Is that clear?” He thrust deep to mark his point. You moaned loudly into the stifling air. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Say it!” he thrust again, demanding an answer.

“yesyesyes…please Loki…I’m a-about to…” you squeezed tighter around him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Come on then. Give it to me.” He demanded in your ear. You wrapped your ankles around his waist, keeping him locked to you. Loki stood back up, taking your wrist ad holding them down against his desk. You were trapped in between his corded arms. All you could see was the beautiful face of a god unraveling above you. His slanted brows and his gritted teeth, his deep voice grunting at the feel of your warmth around him.

You could feel the tight pull of his shaft against your walls when he dragged himself out and plunged back in. “Fuck baby, that’s it. Tighter. Come on.”

Your legs shook and you screamed his name one last time. Your orgasm pulses inside you, making every single part of you sensitive and euphoric. Loki followed soon after. His hips jutted forward with each grunt and spill of his climax inside you.

Loki bent over you again. He caged your head between his arms and kissed you softly on your swollen lips. Your hands roamed his back, feeling his powerful muscles contort and contract as he moaned above you. Your nails would scratch on his smooth skin whenever his cock twitched inside you. “Loki.”

Without breaking your kiss, he scooped you up from his desk and walked over to his bed. “…such a good girl for me, darling…” he whispered on your skin. “…taking me all in like that. Good fucking girl...” Your throat was hoarse and stung too much to answer anything above a sigh. His plush blankets welcomed you as he laid you down on top. “…and do you know what good girls get?”

You bit your lip to stop from giggling. Loki lined himself up with your entrance once again and pushed slowly. Your giggles turned into moans as he continued his rhythmic thrust against your heat.

“Look at me, darling,” he asked so sweetly. Your furrowed eyes caught his. “I love you,” he murmured. “I should’ve said it from the very beginning.” He continued at a tantric pace, keeping his stare at yours. You tightened around him and you got a more genuine feel for him. Every vein, every inch, pulling your moans from your lips and leaving you with nothing but the sensation of his love and adoration for you.

He looked deep into your eyes, and you could tell that he was close again. “I love you too,” you whispered. Loki let go. At the same time, your body releases itself into a climax. One of the strongest, and most powerful, ones you’ve ever felt.

His body sunk on top of yours. He was finally letting go of the weight and worry that he held these past weeks. And you welcomed it by holding him tighter against you.

You woke up the next morning, tender and stinging. The tiniest movement of your hips shot an aching soreness throughout your body. And you smiled. Your mind reeled at the memories of last night. After your shared confessions, Loki took you again in the shower, then on the floor, and then in the shower again. He fucked you in every conceivable space in his room. And then he would make love to every inch of your body afterward.

“Can you walk?” his voice was low and gravelly. The dredges of sleep have yet to release him from their grasp.

“Well, good morning to you too.” You playfully pushed him aside, pretending to be insulted. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a morning kiss.

“Good morning, my love…” he said with adoration. “…Can you walk?” he repeated. You rolled your eyes at him, smiling. You knew the answer before you even attempted to sit up and try to get off his bed.

Your hips felt out of place. Your thighs burned and screamed at being used again so soon after last night. And your feet could barely hold you up threatening to slip. “No, I can’t. Are you happy?”

Loki scooped you up making you yelp and grab hold of his shoulders. “Tremendously, so.” He said kissing you heatedly on your lips.

Nat sat in the conference room, reading Tony’s mission briefing from the night before. The rest of the team returned early last night and decided to join in on the movie. No one had noticed that you and Laufeyson were missing until Thor asked where his brother was. “They were both very tired. I think they might’ve gone to bed early,” Nat smirked.

And now, here she was watching the two of you come out of the bedroom hallways. A sudden giggle escapes from your lips. She looked over the paper and witnessed Laufeyson carrying you into the kitchen bridal style. “Put me down! I can walk now you know,” you whispered into his ear.

“Oh, darling. We both know I’m too good for that to wear off so quickly.”

“You pompous ass!”

“Yes, one that has your scratch marks all over it!” He gave you a quick peck on the lips, followed by his signature devious smirk. Loki pulled out one of the chairs and sat down with you on top of his lap.

Oh, this oughta be good! Nat neglected the rest of her work on the table and made her way over to the two of you. Loki had conjured a muffin and some coffee for you. While you sat on his lap feeding him grapes like he was Dionysus himself.

“You know, when I dared you to sit on his lap, I meant for the length of the movie,” Nat said coming up from behind you and sitting across the table. “Not indefinitely.”

“Your lovely friend here has been incapacitated, Agent Romanoff.” Loki smiled, nuzzling his nose against the smell of his shampoo in your hair. “I’m afraid she’ll need assistance from here on out. For the foreseeable future.”

“Stop it!” you chided him.

“Make me,” he teased.

⬅️ Truth or Dare | Hide and Seek (Coming Soon) ➡️

A/N: I guess I wasn't ready to let go of these two yet. This series wasn't supposed to have any major angst or plot. It was just supposed to be a collection of these two characters playing random "adult" games. So, I will try to get back to that thought and update whenever I think of something for them to do 😉.

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sserpente · 4 months

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A/N: Can you believe that I couldn’t bring myself to watch the Loki Season 2 Finale more than once yet? Maybe this little piece of fluff will help us heal a little more!

Words: 837 Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 2 FINALE, fluff

Christmas felt off. Yule felt off. You’d set up your tree, you’d decorated, you’d bought all the Christmassy food including half a dozen bottles of mulled wine and you were listening to Christmas music non-stop. None of it worked. Something was missing. Someone.

The promise that had hung from Loki’s lips remained heavy and it had clawed its way deep into your heart. You’d talked about it one night, resting after hunting down an actor-turned-TVA-agent. About your future together. About where you would go and what you would do once all of this was over.

That was before everything fell apart. Before Loki realised that the only way… no, stop.

Right now, you were baking Christmas biscuits—you were forcing yourself to. Christmas music was blasting from your phone in the background, the warm air in the kitchen smelled like vanilla and gingerbread and outside, it was snowing, making you appreciate the warm and flickering candlelight coming from the wreath on the dining table even more. You were supposed to be happy, you ought to be joyful, no? He had sacrificed everything, sacrificed himself in order to protect… to protect… it was all so complex it went above your head. All you knew was that thanks to the cheeky God of Mischief, the multiverse was free.

Thanks to him, you were alive and well, thanks to him you could live a life you’d always dreamed of having. And yet, it meant nothing without him. And yet, all you wanted to do was to break down, ram your fists into the ground over and over, and wail for the loss of your one true love.

Yule, Christmas, whatever you wanted to call it, wasn’t the same if the one person you wanted to spend it with was gone. But you knew he could see you. You knew he was watching over you. And it wouldn’t be fair to let him see your grief after what he’d done for you all.

So you swallowed it down, again and again, and, humming along to the Christmas songs, focused all of your attention on the cookie batter. It was his favourite kind. The only kind you’d be baking this year.

“Hmm… this does smell delicious. I do hope they’re all for me…”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you flipped around, flour landing everywhere around you in the process like a smoke cloud.

For a moment, you simply stared at him, lips parted, eyes filling with tears. “Please… please tell me you’re real.”

Loki smirked, extending his arms—a smug invitation for you to hug him. “Why don’t you find out, love?”

It was all he needed to say. You all but flung yourself into his arms, face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. No illusion. No duplicate. Him. He was actually here.

“Loki… oh gods, Loki…” The tears came before you could stop them. Worsening your sight and making you sob, you hugged him so tightly you feared to cut off his air supply. “But… how… how? How is this possible?”

“It appears that not only have I become the new temporal loom but… my powers have been feeding on the multiverse and vice versa. I became stronger and stronger until I realised I would be able to move around within it freely. I tested it, carefully, for what felt like an eternity until I was sure the threads of all the realities wouldn’t snap on me.”

“So… you’re saying the entirety of the multiverse is still flowing through you right now?”

“It is indeed. You just can’t see it.”

“You’re not going to… explode on me, right?”

“And turn into golden glitter?” He lifted your chin up, smirking and you chuckled but when his smile faltered, yours did too.

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry.”

You frowned. “For what?”

“For leaving you. For being the reason you cry yourself to sleep at night.”

Once again, your heart dropped to your stomach. “You… know?”

“Of course I do.”

“I was trying to hide it so hard…” Loki wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb, a gentle smile tugging on his thin lips.

“I know,” he said, pressing you close. “I came here as soon as I could to be sure it would be safe to do so.”

“You… haven’t seen anyone else yet? What about Mobius?”

“Mobius is with his family, setting up a Christmas tree with Jetski decorations.”

You giggled.

“No. You were the most important. And I want to spend Christmas with you just like I promised I would. And I see you have already made sure to set the mood.” He looked around, noting all the decorations around you.

Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “There’s no Christmas mood without you.”

Loki pulled you back toward the door threshold leading to the living room. You looked up at him, gaze wandering up to where you’d put up the mistletoe. And as far as kisses went… this one was the most magical and wondrous yet.

A/N: I'm really bad at reposting my Insta and Clock App stuff on here too and it's a New Year's resolution to change that next year so that you guys will be up to date as well but basically... I've published too books in my absence in case you were wondering why it got so quiet, lol. Aaaand I'm currently working on an English (my first English series!) paranormal Dark Romance series with demons and witches so if that's something you're interested in, do follow along, yes? ♥♥♥ We're all mad here! :D

PS: Loki becoming the wireless battery of the multiverse is my headcanon, thank you.

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lokidbadguy · 1 year

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pov: the first time loki saw you, loki found you so alluring | I miss making pov like this

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki fic #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston #avengers #loki angst #hiddlestoners #loki smut #fic writing #loki pov #pov #loki fluff #loki x you #loki x reader #loki odinson fluff

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moonyswritinq · 2 years

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looking at you — loki laufeyson x male reader oneshot

❝ LOOKING AT YOU ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Yours and Loki's relationship had always been made up of remarks, rude comments and arrogant opinions. An Asgardian ball brings more than you bargained for and you are finally confronted with your feelings.

PAIRING ➢ loki laufeyson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ nemesis to lovers, gay reader, flirting, fluff, angst ish?, hurt then comfort, cursing, tension, banter, kissing, implied sexual content, rude comments, reader's sexuality assumed, reader's brother's name is Theodore, kinda? dark backstory for reader, maybe slight ooc Loki, ODIN !!!, takes place before Loki finds out he's a Laufeyson so that is why he is Odinson, just two giggly gay men being in love

WORD COUNT ➢ 4.1 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ references reader as you, y/n and y/l/n! finally, i bring you all a male reader fanfic! i've been trying to finish this for ages and i'm so happy i finally got it done. this is for you, Phillip <3

MASTERLIST

The first time you visited Asgard you were blown away by it. The colours, the people, heck, even the damn cobblestones seemed magnificent. It was all so much brighter than you were used to. Growing up, you’ve lived in your family home, passed on from generation to generation. It’s a dark and depressing house that somehow always manages to press onto your lungs, trying to suffocate the soul out of you. You were so used to the darkness that when you travelled to Asgard with your family it felt as if you could for the first time breathe properly.

Perhaps the earliest thing you remember in your life is the portrait in the living room. The windows are tall, yet the sunlight never seemed to reach the room inside, always casting the house in an eerie shadow. You remember sitting on the stool, having been told to stay still. Afraid to move. Afraid of the consequences of disobeying your mother. Theodore, your older brother, towering beside you, your mother’s hand on your shoulder. A predator setting its claws in its prey.

It’s been that way your whole life. Always staying in Theodore’s shadow — which you didn’t mind, really, because it meant your mother’s focus was on him and not on you. That didn’t let you off the hook completely, though. No, your mother has always been breathing down your neck about proper behaviour and the future and what you should and shouldn’t do. Your father isn’t much better; a figure you rarely see and when you do it is just to agree with your mother and remind you of the future legacy.

Suffice to say you desperately needed to get away. Theodore was to be wed to some lady of Asgard and the pressure was now on you to find a bride of your own as well. As if you’d ever let that happen. He suggested to your parents that he would take you to an Asgardian ball coming up and take the opportunity to introduce you to his fiancé. Somehow, your parents let you two go alone. Thank the gods. The last thing you needed was your parents hanging over your shoulder all night.

Magnificent.

Magical.

Absolutely, impossibly, beautiful.

The only words you could describe Asgard with. The golden city is glittering in the setting sun. You don’t even mind that it blinded you. Your breath is knocked out of you every time you see it — as if you’re gazing upon it for the very first time. You and Theodore made your way down the rainbow bridge, swallowed by the sea of revellers also wanting a taste of the Asgardian castle. You were clothed in the finest suit you owned, black fabric hugging your frame and trying desperately to avoid the other people. You scowled as an intoxicated woman brushed up against your arm, almost spilling her entire drink.

“Watch it,” you snapped. She gave you a dark glare and turned to leave, quickly getting lost in the crowd

“Bastard.”

Theodore rolled his eyes. “Would it really be too much to ask for you to not act like an asshole tonight?”

You gave him a sideways glance, cocking your head. He just sighed and urged his feet forward. It wasn’t that you hated being here — you would much rather attend a ball than stay in that awful house another second. But that didn’t mean you were happy to be here — it isn’t your life. This was sunlight and glamour and blooming flowers in the spring. You were rain and quiet and a book on an autumn afternoon.

Besides, there was a particular man you were hoping to avoid. You didn’t need tonight to get any worse.

You passed the gates, your head thrown back admiring the walls. They really liked gold, huh? Your brother tugged on your sleeve, urging you forward.

“Why in such a hurry, brother dearest?”

He chose to bite back his reply, knowing you couldn’t help yourself. One day that tongue of yours was bound to get you in trouble. He led you through the giant doors, held open to welcome the stream of guests. Flowing gowns, extravagant costumes, silken robes: they were all a blur of colour in the great hall. It stretched down opposite the great doors, ending in a golden throne. God, these people really were excessive.

The floor was a shining mix of white marble and golden threads that stretched to the walls and climbed upwards, towards the roof. If you looked closely, you could see the golden threads shining faintly and moving very slowly, as if the dancing gave life to them. An easy illusion, you could clearly determine, but a beautiful one for the simpler eye.

Theodore started down the hall, pushing his way through the dancing crowds. You hurried after him, afraid you’d lose him in the blurring colours if you stood still for too long. That wouldn’t be the worst thing, though, you realised.

This really wasn’t your scene. You usually felt like a black spot in the midst of movement, a token misplaced, compared to every other gentleman in the halls. A shadow hiding in a dark corner. But not tonight. Tonight, it felt as if a hundred eyes were fixated on you, watching your every move. You threw a glance over your shoulder, trying to ease the fear of someone staring at you. It didn’t go away.

Theodore was leading you towards the throne. Oh, no. That’s the completely wrong way you wanted to be walking. You tried to signal Theodore, but he ignores you and keeps walking. God, he’s stubborn. It’s too late now anyway. You could feel the eyes of Odin, king of Asgard, on the two of you, approaching with raised chins and well-kept smiles.

“Welcome, honoured guests!” His smile was wide and his eyes alight with amusement. Despite the warm exterior you couldn’t help but shiver at his penetrating gaze. Something about him put you off. “Theodore y/l/n, I am delighted you could attend tonight’s ball.” His eyes shifted to you. “And I see you brought a guest.”

“Oh, yes, this is my younger brother, y/n.” Theodore bowed his head at Odin. Beside him, stood Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, who nodded back. “I wanted to introduce him to my betrothed — with your permission, of course.”

You shot a sideways glance at him. Who even was this bride?

“Of course,” Odin’s voice boomed. He gestured to a guard and muttered something in his ear, who in turn bowed deeply, almost touching his toes.

You rolled your eyes. The disgusting ass-kissing apparently wasn’t excluded from the halls of Asgard. A lady came forwards, taking your brother’s arm and smiling up at him. You cocked an eyebrow.

“y/n, this is my betrothed, Cassandra,” said Theodore. She smiled at you, offering you her hand. You glared at it but didn’t make any effort to take it. Your brother cleared his throat at her faltering smile. “I am so happy you finally have the chance to meet.”

“I am too,” said Cassandra. “Theo’s told me so much about you, y/n.”

You crossed your arms, glancing at your brother, knowing fully well that all you had known about her before this day was that she was a woman. “Yeah, you too.”

Theodore bent down to Cassandra’s ear and whispered something you couldn’t and frankly didn’t have any interest in hearing. She left with a small smile, her sage gown fluttering behind her.

“What the hell was that?” hissed Theodore. “Can’t you behave for more than one minute?”

“I don’t know, can I?” You raised an eyebrow defiantly at him. He gave you a flat look and you threw your arms out in exasperation. “Come on, I greeted her, I talked to her — what more do you want from me?”

“You barely said more than two words to her!” Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You didn’t even try.”

You gave him a flat look. “I didn’t need to try to know I don’t like her.”

Theodore’s gaze pinned you to the spot. You looked away from it, trying to ease the squirming feeling. “This is important, y/n, not just another childish game.”

“I am offended by that.” Another look. You rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll try.” At that exact moment, Cassandra returned to her spot beside your brother.

She fixed you with a look, tilting her head. “If you keep rolling your eyes like that they will get stuck. We wouldn’t want you gazing into the back of your head for the rest of your life, would we?” she said, a smirk on her face.

Your eyes widened, glancing between her and your brother. He smiled, giving you a knowing look. Your smirk grew as you leaned forward. “And why wouldn’t we want that, m’lady?”

“Then you wouldn’t be able to see my punch coming.” She pouted, but her eyes shone with amusement. “Not really a fair fight, is it?”

You chuckled, leaning back on your heels. “Maybe I do like this one, after all.”

“What did I tell you, brother?” laughed Theodore. You dipped your head, smiling.

“Yes, yes, you were right—“

Your words faltered when the princes of Asgard walked into the hall, every eye turning to them. Thor, his blonde hair almost glowing in the fiery light, a charming smile on his face, walked towards the throne. He shot every person he passed a wide grin. Beside him walked his younger brother — the menace, as you liked to call him. His dark hair slicked back in loose curls, framed his green eyes. A thin smirk played on his lips as he made his way towards you, and when his eyes found yours you could see the mischievous glint in them. You let out a deep sigh and had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at his growing grin. Smug bastard.

“Father, mother,” announced Thor, bowing slightly at the king and queen, his brother following suit. He turned to your brother and Cassandra with a smile. “My lord, my lady.”

Theodore clasped Thor’s forearm, bringing him into a hug. He muttered a few words into the other man’s ear, to which he smiled. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t see why I am required to be stuck here with a far from desirable company.”

“Pleased to see you too, my dear y/n,” drawled Loki from his spot beside Thor. You mouthed an ‘I hate you’ before raising an expectant eyebrow at your brother.

Theodore rolled his eyes. “Brother, you know the whole reason why you’re even here.”

Loki’s ears perked, suddenly standing up straighter. “Oh, is there some delicious y/n drama I hear? Pray tell, darling.”

“Shut up,” you warned Theodore, sending a glare to him. You’ve never felt a connection with women, no matter how beautiful or quick-witted or intelligent. None of them made you feel that spark, that fiery feeling you knew should be in your chest. Something to make you desire them, want them. You wanted to feel it — so badly. Your brother didn’t know it, but you knew you would never find a suitable wife.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Loki, leaning back on his elbows against the throne, a confident smirk on his lips. He wasn’t wearing his usual gold and green armour but had opted for a subtler dark green suit with gold accents, the laces open at the collar. The firelight from a nearby chandelier danced across his face, shading the edges of his jaw. Your eyes jumped between his features, drinking in the collected demeanour on his face, his cool gaze turning to you.

Your eyes immediately turned away, feeling your cheeks start to burn. Wait, why were you flustered? You’ve never particularly liked Loki. He was stubborn and arrogant and infuriating. He always knew exactly what buttons to push to get you enraged. Your relationship was strictly confined to petty remarks, rude comments about one another and endless teasing banter. You couldn’t change that because of some idiotic emotions.

Thor walked up the dais to the throne, a woman by his side. He introduced her as Jane Foster, the person he was courting. Odin gave him a look you couldn’t decipher before his eyes turned to Loki. The orchestra started playing a lively waltz, the music curling around every person in the room.

“Loki, you should follow your brother’s lead,” said Odin, “Find yourself a partner.” You didn’t miss the glance Loki sent your way at those words.

“Actually, I would rather not,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “I much prefer the life of an available man. Settling down is much too, what’s the word? Boring. Besides, there is nobody fitting enough for me.”

Thor tried and failed to hold in a snort. You raised a questioning eyebrow his way but he only responded with a half-committed shrug. Odin’s eyes darkened.

“You’re Asgard Royalty, the future of this kingdom. You have to act the part.” said the king.

Frigga put a hand on her husband’s arm. “Do not be so hard on him, he is still very young.”

“At least find yourself a partner to dance with,” Odin sighed in exasperation.

Loki pushed himself from his elbows, straightening. He let out a dry chuckle, but his eyes were fixated on you as he gritted out a choked, “Fine.” He walked towards you, extending his hand with expectation in his gaze.

Your eyes widened as the realisation hit of what he was indicating. What was he thinking? “Loki, I—“ you managed to force out but trailed off from lack of words.

“Come on, don’t you just stand there staring, love, at least try to move your feet.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, letting out an exasperated sigh. “If you think everyone’s watching you, they’re not — they’re watching me.”

You sent him a tight smile. “Charming.”

“Only for you, darling.” He gazed at you through his lashes, a confident smirk on his lips, and his palm outstretched. Your eyes tried to find Theodore’s, or even Thor’s, but they were both gone with their respective partner. You sighed and placed your hand in Loki’s, somewhat reluctantly, and let yourself be led towards the edge of the dance floor. His fingers closed over yours, guiding you to where it should be placed over his shoulder, letting his hand wrap around your waist. He took the first steps of the dance, guiding you with him.

You studied his face, examining the way his eyes glinted in the firelight. They were as amused as ever, the exact picture of mischievousness. If eyes were the windows to the soul then you had a pretty good idea of what his soul looked like. His smirk was as charming as ever, tongue as quick, yet you could not determine the change in him. Why would he suddenly disrupt

You tilted your head to the side ever so slightly, narrowing your eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“Do what?” questioned Loki, innocence lacing his words.

“Don’t act all innocent now, Loki,” you spit out between gritted teeth. “Asking me to dance — what were you thinking?”

He rolled his eyes. “I was thinking I wanted to dance with you.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“When you have spent your whole life despising me, then yes. You always have a reason.”

Loki sighed, leaning closer to your ear. “I have never despised you, love.”

He leaned into you, hesitating before pressing a light kiss to your cheek and letting you go, turning to walk away. You stood there, breath hitched and a bit dazed from the interaction. What the fuck just happened? What was the meaning of that? People continued to dance around you, their colourful clothing a big contrast to yours. You hurried off the dance floor, trying to spot Loki’s dark frame.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a green glimmer disappearing into one of the halls. Your eyes narrowed. There was no doubt it was him. You took off, walking with determined strides towards the doors. The hall was darker and a lot quieter than the main hall, the silence almost suffocating. Only the occasional note or laugh seeped through the strong oak doors.

Your eyes roamed the shadows beside you, all too aware of Loki’s ability to disappear whenever it pleased him.

“Loki,” you called out, even though you knew there would be no reply.

Your feet took you down the marble floor, every step too loud in your ears. There was no sign of him. You felt your cheeks burn, embarrassed and furious — a dangerous combination. Of course, he would toy with you, with your feelings. You knew Loki better than to expect anything less from him. God, how could you have been so stupid?

Loki would have it coming. He will have something coming, you just didn’t know what, yet. He may be a god, but you were a vengeful man with way too much time on your hands.

Without a second thought, you set off to the gardens. It was the only place you were going to be left alone tonight. The cold air hit your flushed skin, furiously trying to cool it down. You took off your jacket and unbuttoned the few top buttons to quickly lower your temperature. Asgard’s palace may be beautiful, but it attracted the warmth too quick for your liking.

Your breath fogged in front of you and despite yourself, you let out a chuckle. Either it is too cold or too warm — nature was never happy.

“You will become sick like that.”

You spun on your feet, standing face to face with Loki. The moon lit up his face in an entirely different way than the firelight did. His jaw sharper. His eyes too cunning. His skin like a pale ghost waiting to haunt you after its death. You let out a breath, shaking your head.

“What do you want, Loki?”

He tilted his head, his hands in the pocket of his pants. His gaze was almost… amused? “I don’t want you sick.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You turned away from him, instead opting to admire the landscape around you. A large tree stood a few feet from you, its branches reaching for the sky like drowning hands in a lake.

“Is it not obvious?” he asked as you turned around to face him again.

You sighed with exasperation, rolling your eyes. “No, it is not obvious, Loki. You are toying with me. I know we don’t get along well but messing with my emotions is over the line.”

“Yes, I know, I’m so—” Loki cut himself off, his eyes narrowing. He opened his mouth but promptly shut it. “Your emotions?”

You realised what you had said and immediately turned your gaze away. “No. No emotions. What are emotions? You have emotions.”

Loki chuckled, walking closer to you. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” he asked with a growing smile, furrowing his brows. You continued to avoid his gaze, shaking your head. His hand cupped your chin, tipping it so you were forced to meet his eyes. “Are you sure?”

You were about to deny all claims when a thought made itself known, causing you to smirk at him. “Actually, I think you have something to tell me. Wasn’t it you who so desperately wanted to have a dance with me? Who kissed me?”

This time it was Loki’s time to blush, eyes lingering on your lips before diverting to the sky. His hand began to slip from your cheek but you caught it before it did, bringing it to its place again. You smiled reassuringly at him, meeting his eyes again. Slowly, you leaned in, hesitating halfway when he had made no sign to move. Despite yourself, your thoughts began to run wild.

Had you read the interaction wrong? Maybe he actually did want nothing to do with you. How could you even begin to explain a situation like this? Gods, he was really going to hate you after this. You sighed and tried to step backwards, but Loki’s hands suddenly firm grip on your collar pushed you forwards — into him.

Your lips met his, soft and fierce at the same time. You closed your eyes, bringing your hand to the nape of his neck, pushing him closer to you. The kiss was everything you would expect from Loki. It was gentle but challenged you. He pushed you and you pushed back, just as hard. His hands snaked around your neck and began to slowly push you backwards. You felt your back hit the trunk of the tree, rather hard, and a breath escaped you at the impact. Loki pulled away, his eyes roaming your face, lingering on your lips. A laugh escaped him, causing him to fall against you.

“Who would have thought? The cold and ruthless God of Mischief turned into a giggling moron just for me.” You shook your head, chuckling and bringing your arms around him to hug him closer.

He pulled away to glance at you, dismay clear on his features. “Giggling moron? And this is coming from the idiot who can’t stop blushing every five minutes.”

You scoffed. “Not very polite for a prince, huh?”

“Well, what can I say? You bring out the impoliteness in me,” smiled Loki, bringing you in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting at every piece of skin he could reach. Your hands found his hair, your head thrown back to give him better access. He was truly divine. And to think you had thought him so awful only hours before. To be fair, he was still an arrogant asshole — but a hot one at that.

You let out a low moan, something that seemed to make Loki only more motivated. You could feel yourself getting more aroused by the second and you swear that the two of you would have done it if it weren’t for two guards entering the gardens, chatting among themselves. Loki sighed against you, waiting until the footsteps of the guards had disappeared.

They had been completely oblivious to the two of you, hidden beneath the shadows of the tree’s branches. A chuckle escaped your lips, meeting Loki’s gaze already on you.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed.

He tried to hide his smile, averting his eyes. “Just— you’re so beautiful.” Your cheeks began to burn furiously and you tried to brush off the compliment as nothing. It only made Loki’s smile grow. “See, there you go blushing again.”

You gave him a deadpan look. “You’re one to talk, pretty boy.”

“I think I preferred giggling moron.” He took your hand in his and started to lead you into the palace. Thankfully, no guards were on duty in the halls you walked. It may not have been luck so much as Loki knowing exactly what routes would be guard-free.

“You sure you wouldn’t want to take this night in another direction?” asked Loki, leaning against the wall with your hands in his.

“As much as I would want to, my dear brother is probably driving himself insane searching for a lady to suit me,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Loki remained quiet, fiddling with your fingers. “What? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Loki scoffed, very clearly offended. “I am certainly not envious of some simple minded fool!”

Your eyes widened, a surprised laugh escaping you. “Oh my lord, you definitely are!” You took his hands and began to kiss his knuckles. “Do not worry, you’re the only asshole for me.”

He tried to hide his smile and turned to the door. “You’re terrible,” he muttered, opening the door and holding it for you.

You smiled — he made a point of avoiding your gaze — and leaned in to whisper in his ear as you passed, “Only for you, my darling.”

He took hold of your wrist, stopping your tracks. "I lied," he said. When you gave him a clueless look he cleared his throat. "When I said no one was looking at you, I lied. I was looking at you. I've always been looking at you, y/n."

Maybe getting involved with the God of Mischief wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all, you thought with a smile.

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lokisransom · 8 months

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Take Me Back To Eden

you radiate a warmth that loki craves, it reminds him of Asgard when he was young, before he thought of it as a place of unjust bias resulting in the anguish of their people. Since the day he saw this father for who he is loki only craved the familiarity and comfort of what felt like home to him. it had always seemed just out of reach, as if the world around him needed him to feel cold and alone, ironic considering his lineage.

The day he met you he could've sworn the universe was just putting him in his place, just another desire just out of reach, something he convinced himself would solve all his problems, or at least help him relax once in a while. You seemed almost ethereal, Moreso than even the god was prepared for. No one on the compound had told him they'd be getting a new teammate or that said teammate would give off an almost hypnotic aura.

Loki knew he needed you the second he laid eyes on you, it took him days to come up with a plan that he thought would succeed, he placed you on a metaphorical pedestal, convinced himself that even his best schemes couldn't trick you into spending time with him no matter the context.

Loki almost idolized you, he'd do things with the justification that you would want him to or that you would approve of his actions, most of the actions using those justifications were selfcare themed proving himself kind of right and definitely not wrong (his favorite type of right)

he'd gotten into the habit of going off into his own world while in meetings and especially while outside sunbathing, you were always the center of his fantasies, although innocent in nature they were still very distracting. in fact they were so distracting that he didn't notice you standing over him with a smile on your face until you kneeled down next to him where you poke his sides to get his attention. his eyes snap open the second you touch him, a moment ago he had thought your scent was just his overactive imagination.

the panic set in almost immediately, none of this was how he'd imagined the two of you would talk for the first time, he had always thought one day he would finally walk up to you after a mission, or maybe save you from imminent death, making him your saviour but here you sat with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"hey?" your greeting sounded more like a question than you had meant it to but you'd also expected loki to cause chaos at every chance

"h-hi" the only thoughts running through his mind was how perfect you were up close, he wanted to lean into you and never let you go but he refrained from doing so. you could read him like a book, his every though projected from behind his eyes, his body language screaming that he just wanted to fall into your arms and never leave.

"you're so much more docile than I expected" your head was tilted and your tone curious. Loki's paused for a moment, thinking over his most recent actions and how they'd been sub par for his standards. he hadn't thought he'd let you distract him that much but he hadn't gone through his usual weekly list of pissing people off with minor inconveniences and moving furniture an inch to the left. his methods have gone soft but he tells himself its just efficiency.

"i guess i have been more docile recently, you're right to have expected more of me." his gaze drops to the grass below you, the last thing he wanted was to disappoint you.

"n-no, its not that I expected more of you, I've just heard rumors, none of them exactly pleasant. i think its a good thing that you haven't been wreaking havoc. it makes you seem a little more approachable. " your smile softened and your brows furrowed.

"they don't speak to you much do they" you intended it to be a question but it was really more of an observation. loki just shook his head, he'd always been a loner, always craved recognition and reassurance, always just wanted to have someone to lean on and he seemed to have accidentally chosen you. he really didn't mean to but you just had this atmosphere surrounding you.

you placed your hand under his chin, gently pulling up so that he'd look you in the eyes, you felt the need to make him truly understand your intentions.

"they don't deserve a glimpse inside your mind, frankly neither do i but id like to change that if you'd let me" if it was the placement of your hand or the tone of your voice he wasn't sure but you had left him breathless, he nodded in response to you, not trusting his voice or even knowing what to say. all he knew was that he needed you, that he'd run to you any time he had the chance, his mind raced with possibilities, plans for long walks, places you might enjoy, he suddenly wanted to know everything about you, your favorite foods, if you had allergies, your favourite color. he needed to know it all, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and aimlessly walk till his legs give out.

you decided you would join him in the grass, sitting just out of the sun under a tree while he continued laying in the direct sunlight, he turned onto his side to face you, not ever wanting to miss a glimpse of you. even in the shade you seemed to be glowing, it was a nice warm glow that reminded him of an oil lamp or a camp fire on a summers night.

the sun had started setting, you and loki had fallen into a comfortable conversation that jumped from topic to topic, he would hang on your every word and you returned the interest. it seemed the two of you really were polar opposites, although you'd both spent much of your lives searching for something to even you out, for him that meant sunbathing for hours a day and for you that meant long walks on winter nights.

loki had kept in the back of his mind that you two might be able to even each other out more so than your current solutions, he didn't want to push his luck though, he had just gotten to talk to you today and he didn't want to push you to far or scare you off, although he did hope that you had the same thought process as him.

of course you had, it was what initially made you want to go to him, you'd heard rumors of him being cold, both physically and metaphorically. you'd always felt like you burned to bright for your own good, like at at any moment you'd combust and be left with nothing but ashes.

you'd always felt like Icarus, flying to close to the sun but not sure you could resist even if you wanted to. it had popped into your mind at some point while you and loki spoke that he could keep your wings from melting in the hot sun, although it would run the risk of the cold shattering the wax that kept you afloat. it felt like you had known him all your life, as if he was there from the start.

you thought to yourself that maybe both of your lives would have been better if you had known each other from the start, that maybe if you had been Asgardian or if he had been thrown to Midgard at a different time maybe together you would've been able to avoid the growing pains of life. maybe you would've been able to save his mother or avoid some alien invasions, maybe you could've saved him before he fell and maybe he could've held you before the collapse.

the chill in the air and the darkness surrounding you is what snapped you out of your train of thought, you'd both spent so long talking that your voices were hoarse and the sun had long gone down, the moon cast a blue sheen on Loki's skin making the green of his clothes stand out just that little bit more. the reflection in his eyes drew your attention, he seemed less at peace under the moonlight, almost as if nights in the past had left him sleepless and numb.

in reality it wasn't the night that was at fault but instead the endless expanse of space and the creatures that occupied it, particularly the ones that dedicated their lives to hunting him down and making him suffer, the sun helped him forget about the darkness that followed him across galaxies. you crawled towards him sitting back on your heels, you rested you hand on his back softly as to not startle him. the look on his face told you everything you needed to know.

"you know you don't have to run alone right?" your words were far softer than either of you had expected, the implication that you'd follow him across worlds hung heavy in the air, although he did understand where you were coming from. in the short time you'd been speaking to one another you'd become closer friends than loki had ever had.

he nodded in response before hesitantly responding "I know, but its safer if I'm alone.. less people get hurt when I'm alone" his word stung you in a way you didn't quite understand. you knew he didn't want to be alone and that he meant it towards everyone and not just you but you felt the need to prove him wrong which would prove to be a difficult task.

after a short pause you decided on actively asking him questions that would force him to second guess his train of thought and re-evaluate what his options actually are.

"is there really no where you could go that would be safe? even just for a little while? what about Asgard?" your spitfire questions almost threw his off, he'd never had someone try to problem solve with him because most people just wanted him gone.

"I mean, technically Asgard would be fine for a while... i never really thought about going back home. there really isn't anything there for me other than potential safety and inevitably the past." that answer felt almost to easy. the only real downside would be the lack of purpose. at least if he stayed here he would have something to fight for even if it wasn't something he was passionate about it was still a reason to get out of bed every morning. he also realized at the thought of leaving he felt an almost dread, not because he'd miss the things he has or the general area but because he'd found a new friend that he really didn't want to get to the point of missing. he didn't want to miss you.

"if you go to Asgard are you going alone?" you didn't want to outright ask if you could go with him but you were really hoping he'd let you, if nothing else it would be nice to see a new planet. he could've sworn that his heart fluttered, maybe he could have the best of both worlds.

"would you be willing to go with me?" a smirk creeped its way onto his face and with that you knew you'd finally get to see the chaos loki could bring, a trickster back in the places he learned how to trick people would be a recipe for fun, for him at least.

A/N- i will be making a part two fairly soonish, also i apologize if this seemed all over the place, it was written in the late hours of the night across several weeks and I'm not great at reading over things before i post them, maybe some day I'll learn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

PS. this was 2k words, v proud of myself

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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year

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Scary house

🎃Halloween party🎃

platonic!Loki x platonic Stak!reader

Words: about 0.65k words

Warning: a bit scary, sarcastic reader (how a Stark can’t be sarcastic?), a scared Loki ?

Author’s note: hi loves! day 21th! Here I’m so sorry but i was really busy this week. I’ll try post everything this weekend. I choose to write this with Stark reader, because I really love tha idea of the daughter of Tony getting along with Loki. Hope you like this one I really enjoyed writing this one.

✒️: “You won’t be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house.” “Okay.” “What, you don’t insist?” “No, because apparently you’d rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.” “Fuck you.”

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Loki still could not believe how weak he had been and how he had been persuaded by you, in following you in this, to say the least, stupid venture.

"You are a little Stark witch, and you will not be able to convince me otherwise." He says, following you as you enter the woods, now in darkness, with only a flashlight to light your way and the light of the moon, dimly coming through the dry branches.

"They also call me Morgana, as well as Y/N." You say laughing as you realize you are almost there. It took weeks to convince the God of Deception to follow you on your quest: to visit an abandoned house you had seen might be cursed. You didn't know why you were so intrigued, but you felt you had to go through with it, and besides, it was the time to try out the new powers gained from one of the gems: the ability to communicate with the afterlife. The fact that it was October 21 and therefore ten days before Halloween was purely coincidental.

"Really?" Asks the stunned god as he sees you pause, which can only make him let out a sigh knowing his impending doom.

"No, I was being sarcastic, I summon the dead, it's not like I'm King Arthur's sister, at most they can call me Nico of Angelo."

"Sister of whom? Nico of what?" Loki asks even more confused than before.

"Nothing, quiet, fangirl things." You say as you roll your eyes.

"I don't understand you young humans." He continues.

"At least you have the excuse that you're from another planet, here even our parents don't understand us." You say before walking toward the abandoned mansion. It's bigger than you expected, but that certainly won't stop you.

"You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." He says distantly, since he is still not following you. You smile, knowing that you will succeed one way and another, and begin your game.

"Okay." You say quietly as you continue walking toward the house. You're a little afraid too, but you try not to show it, and you succeed brilliantly.

"What, you don't insist?" Loki asks in amazement as he takes a couple of steps toward you. He knows inside that he loves you more than he cares to admit, and that somehow this young daughter of Stark has managed to warm his little icy heart and now seems almost like a daughter or younger sister to him, and so he can't help but be concerned about you, which is precisely why he agreed to come.

"No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." You say simply, turning around and smiling at him, before continuing walking and arriving at the front door of the house.

"Fuck you." Loki shouts, only to run and arrive in seconds beside you. "Sometimes I really hate you more than your father."

"I love you too little snake." You respond by opening the door, which is opened with an eerie squeak. "Besides, I want to practice conjuring and talking to people, and I need your help. Maybe even see some ghosts!" You continue excitedly, as he widens his eyes, and begins to scream.

"YOU'RE CRAZY IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU CONJURE UP GHOSTS IN MY PRESENCE IN A CURSED HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!"

"Are you finished?!"

"YOU LISTENED TO WHAT I SAID!"

"No, and I don't care, now we want to go in or what."

"Sometimes I wonder if you have any survival instinct at all."

"How tragic we are. Remind me never to let you see a horror movie."

"WHAT WAS THAT NOISE."

"Your breath Loki, your breath. God even Disney you can't see at this rate."

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binxiboo · 2 years

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The Bookstore on Midgard

Marvel Masterlist // Full Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

It had become a ritual. Whenever Loki was visiting from Asgard, he’d come hauling a selection of books ready to trade for your finest Midgardian recommendations. This had started after you caught him reading while everyone else was off on a mission, leaving the two of you alone at the compound. You were silently lingering behind him; one peek to observe what he was indulging in resulted in your investment in the plot. Your presence, however, did not go unnoticed.

“You don’t have to read from over there you know?”

“Oh. I-“

“Come. Sit here, I’ll read it to you.”

You didn’t need any persuasion at the god’s gesture. The day turned to evening, the story so riveting that you didn’t notice the time passing until several loud voices echoed through the building.

After that interaction, Loki promised that on his next return to your world, he would bring you some of his favourites for you to read on your own time. He followed through on this promise and was met with a pile of your favourite novels which he took back to Asgard with him, a smile playing on his face.

Every visit was unexpected, but the way the days progressed once Loki arrived was repetitive. Not today though. Today Loki turned up with a plan. Not that he would tell you what it was, no. Instead, he instructed you to get yourself ready for an outing and wandered off before you could question any further.

With questions building in your mind, you hurried back to your room, threw on an outfit you deemed acceptable for public attention and checked yourself in your bathroom mirror. By the time you were finished, the dark-haired god was already waiting for you outside your door.

With an evaluation of whether you were ready or still needed to grab something, Loki casted some magic and, before you could comprehend it, you were on an unfamiliar street.

“Loki,” you whined, “I hadn’t even picked up a bag!”

“You don’t need one.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m not telling you, just,” Loki holds his hand out, “come.”

You place your hand in his grip, trusting in his intentions, and blindly follow. Loki pulls you towards a building across the road from where he transported you. He held open a door and ushered you through. One quick glance up was enough to make you gasp and stop on the spot.

“Ah, I was right, you do like it.”

He’d taken you to a bookstore, except where the books were organised into genres, the area of the building was decorated accordingly. You were drawn to a forest section with vines dangling from the ceiling. Green bean bags adorned the floor for readers to comfortably experience the stories. You noticed how the lower shelves of the section had books more aimed for younger readers and the higher shelves had stories for more mature readers.

Loki followed your eyes around the space, paying attention to what you were intrigued by and attempting to guess your thoughts.

“They want to be a space open to readers of all ages, since everyone should be able to enjoy books.”

“How did you find this place, Loki?”

“I did some research.”

You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

“I love it, but I’m going to walk out of here needing to come back because you’ve left me with no way to buy anything…”

You were determined to prove your need for a bag. It was also pure torture for him to bring you to a shop filled with books without any way to pay for them.

“Ah, but you see,” he produces a wallet out of his pocket, “I haven’t.”

“You have money, like… legal tender money?”

“Well, while you were taking your sweet time getting ready, I spent some time with the lovely Tony Stark.”

“You conversed with Tony? Just to get some money to take me to a bookstore?”

“Some sacrifices are worth making.”

“Wow…” you hold your hands over your heart. “I’m so blessed.”

The god chuckles and gestures at you to pick some books. You turn back to the shelf and go to pick up a book drawing your eye to its artwork when you hesitate. You work to earn. You have enough money to buy your own haul of books. There are less fortunate people in the world that could use this money Loki has acquired from Tony that could literally have their lives saved. You couldn’t help but feel guilty at indulging in your desires once that though had entered your mind.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my dear?” Fondness creeps into his voice.

“I don’t need Tony’s money to buy books. There are more people who could use that man’s fortune than I can on books.”

“Darling, you deserve a treat that you don’t have to pay for.”

You turn to look at him, eyes widening and watering slightly. A sigh escapes your pouted lips. It takes Loki one look at you to glide forward and take you in his arms, comforting you in the artificial forest the two of you were stood in.

“You help people every day, you see terrible things and fight for others even when you aren’t being paid to. Y/N, believe me, you deserve a few books courtesy of the billionaire.”

You step back from his embrace to look him in the eye and sniffle slightly. You contemplate for a minute to accept the work you do on the daily, and nod.

“Okay, I guess I can get one or two.”

“Tony definitely gave me enough for more than that, love, there’ll even be enough to buy some books to donate to the store’s community project.”

“They give books to the community? Ugh, could this place be any more perfect?”

Loki chuckled at your change in mood, humoured by your joy at the goodness of others. He then proceeded to follow you around the other sections of the store talking you into handing him every book you try to convince yourself you don’t need. He also reminded you at every section to pick up a few books to leave in the collection box at the check outs before you leave.

Eventually, the two of you walk out of the building hauling a bag of books each after leaving twice the amount of books for the store’s charity partnership. Both of you felt an overwhelming feeling of goodness as you made your way back to the compound.

Maybe, you thought, I should speak to Tony about a regular donation to that community book partnership…

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Out For Revenge: The Revengers Headlining Tour — Chapter Two

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8,585

Summary: Ever since that first gig at the pub, you’ve been following The Revengers—as well as getting closer with Loki, of course—and they’ve gotten big. Big enough to where they’ve landed a small recording deal and secured a headlining tour after their first album takes the rock scene by storm.

When Loki drops in at your job, as he does almost every day now, he invites you to the celebratory party for the big news. That same night, you and Loki further your growing relationship.

Warnings: i will be honest there may be a little bit of angst. it’s not that angsty, but it’s loki being realistic and ur wanting to smack him upside the head. mentions of alcohol, body shots, reader may be a Little Too Bisexual in this (sorry if that’s not ur cup)

Notes: i wrote the last of this fic delirious at 7 am after 6 hours of sleep, listening to the rocketman soundtrack. if this fic doesn’t bang, then i’ll die it’s fine this is fine. hope u all love it!!!

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Better clothes for you was simply changing out of your work uniform and into mostly what you wear around the apartment—a pair of leggings (they have pockets, you can never go wrong with wearing these ever), a slightly form fitting shirt before tossing a hoodie on over it.

You would dwell on how you look in front of Loki, but considering he said to dress comfortably and your long day at work, you’re not giving any fucks. You give yourself one last look over before leaving your place with your phone and wallet in your hoodie’s pocket, keys in hand.

You pull your phone from your pocket once you’re behind the wheel of your car again, seeing another text from Loki.

You don’t work tomorrow, do you? I don’t want you to feel pressured to coming tonight :(

You cooed, leaning back in your seat while your heart slammed a little harder in your chest.

No! Tomorrow’s a rare day off it’s okay!! I’m heading your way now, be there soon.

Turn that frown upside down, rockstar you don’t look as pretty when you pout.

Part of you definitely debated on not sending that second text just as you hit send—Loki looked pretty doing anything with his facial expressions. Hell, Loki could make anything look pretty, as long it was his face and body involved. You almost took your words back, but once you started to watch those three little bubbles float onto your screen to indicate that Loki was texting back, you just went to quickly tap on the address he sent you earlier. Google Maps was just as fast to start replacing your texts seamlessly as it showed you the address on the screen. You hit the small start button once you were buckled up and had your phone on it’s small vent mount.

Traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was as you followed the directions your phone told you to take, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it all seemed familiar. Most of these turns felt like muscle memory, and your brain was slowly placing pieces together.

It was like you were heading to Helen’s complex.

You snorted and shook your head at your thoughts, carefully taking a right turn before stopping at a red light. There’s no way Brunn could share a complex with Helen, is there? You would have ran into her way before this.

Turns out, no, you wouldn’t have. You haven’t. Because before you’re even told you’ve reached your destination from Google Maps, you’re taking a back road to lead into the parking lot of Helen, and apparently Brunn’s, apartment complex.

You can’t help but laugh a little out of shock as you ignore the voice from the app telling you to get back on course before it tells you it’s rerouting. Brunn and Helen. In the same complex. And you haven’t even met her until The Revengers stumbled into your job to eat.

What a small fucking world.

Once you’re parked in a visitor’s spot different than your usual one you pick out when you’re visiting Helen, you’re pulling your phone from your little mount, ending the Google Maps navigation interface and checking your messages. Loki’s sent you two more texts, one a few shocked emojis, and an actual reply of: “I’m always pretty, you’re LYING”

You chuckle at your screen, quickly sending an emoji with it’s tongue sticking out before replying with I’m here! Be up soon and promptly locking your phone again, carefully shifting in your seat to slide it into your leggings pocket. At the moment, you didn’t care to see the other notifications that were probably building up before you’re checking that you’ve gotten all of your things from your car you may need in your hands or hoodie’s pocket and exit your car. You lock it promptly before you’re making the trek into the building.

Brunn is, even more ironically, a floor below Helen. Helen was on the fourth floor, and Brunn was on the third. Less of a pain having to walk up the stairs, but still a pain nonetheless.

As you walked down the hall, quietly muttering Brunn’s room number under your breath, you played with your keys while following the slight loud muffled noise of music.

It’s now that Helen’s complaint from months ago hits you: Brunn was the one below her that threw some massive new year party and didn’t get in trouble for the noise complaints. That makes you laugh softly, the music growing louder progressively before you’re situated right in front of Brunn’s door.

“Helen’s gonna get a kick out of this when I tell her,” you mutter to yourself before shoving your keys into your hoodie pocket with your other things and knocking as hard as you can physically handle on the door so someone could hear it over the music. It didn’t take as long as you thought it would for the door to open once you stopped banging on it, and you didn’t realize how thankful you’d be for that.

You’re even more thankful for who’s actually opening the door.

It’s Brunn—which, you don’t know why you didn’t expect her to answer. It was her own apartment. You smile at her probably tipsy state as she places your face just outside her door. She says your name gently, almost like you’re not even there.

“Yeah,” you reply casually, waving with the hand that was knocking on the door. “Hi.”

“You’re….you came?”

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “Yeah? Loki invited me today when he came by—“

“Oh! Oh great!” Brunn cuts you off with a look of sheer excitement. “Come on in! I just didn’t expect to see you tonight!”

You scoffed dramatically, stepping past Brunn and the door, the song changing from the thumping bass to something a bit lighter. Maybe Helen will have a good night’s rest once she’s back from closing.

“I probably would have found my way here without Loki’s help thanks to that last song,” you joke. “I wanted to come and congratulate you all on the news anyway, may as well do it here, y’know?”

Brunn, who you’ve never seen actually get bashful or sheepish actually blushes and giggles. You chalk it up to her being intoxicated before she’s pulling you into a hug once she’s shut and locked her front door behind you. You let out a small laugh yourself and hug her back just as tight.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome. Though, not sure why you’re thanking me,” you reply gently, resting your chin on her bare shoulder, just missing her tank top strap. “You picked me up along the way with your talent, just like everyone else.”

“I know, but—“

“Brunn!”

The two of you nearly flinch away from each other’s embrace due to the random voice calling her name. Brunn’s suddenly all but dragged off to a different direction by the person that was calling her out, giving you a wave. You made a little mental note to maybe try and find her later at this party, or maybe just ask her about tonight some other day.

Brunn’s apartment isn’t too packed, but as you looked around at all the people, it definitely was near capacity. It was comfortably full, but, remembering Loki’s text, you’re worried what may come later in the night. You elect that maybe it’s better to just not think about it, carefully maneuvering around people to try and find the kitchen for a drink of some kind that’s non-alcoholic. You’re not feeling up to that tonight.

Once you made it to what seemed like the middle of the apartment, you find the little breakfast bar cut out to the kitchen, and you feel washed with a huge wave of relief.

And just as you start walking towards the kitchen you ironically lock eyes with the very reason you’re here tonight, Loki.

It’s fairly obvious he was doing a sweep, looking for someone—more than likely you, which has your stomach in all kinds of knots for good and anxiety ridden reasons—and just so happened to fall right on the person he’d been searching for.

You’re smiling, if not grinning at the eye contact as you stop mid-step to the kitchen. It’s almost like one of those movie moments, where it’s like…a slow-mo montage. With a slow jam playing over it. And then the record scratches, of course, when someone stumbling out of the kitchen asks you kindly to move and you press yourself up against the edge of the wall that makes a small hall to lead into the kitchen.

Loki looks like he gives a small laugh before he turns to talk with his friend he’s been standing with, his head jutting your direction. You take this as your own cue to start heading into the kitchen, but still keeping an eye on Loki.

He needs to stop dressing so god damn well. He’s got his fucking leather jacket on over some skin tight shirt and his usual black jeans. How he makes something so simple look so good, you never seem to understand. You watch as he passes off his solo cup to his friend, still talking with them as he starts to shrug off his jacket.

It feels like something you shouldn’t be watching. The second you see bare skin past the black hem of the shirt is when you learn that it’s fucking worse than a tight fitting shirt. It’s a fucking tank top, and now his entire bare arms are on display for you and everyone else in this party to see.

If Loki turned around right now and saw you staring at his forearms, you may just die. But it would be worth it.

His friend nods his head back your way as he takes Loki’s jacket for him in exchange for his cup back as they seem to exchange final words. You stand from your position against the wall to prepare yourself to see him up close and personal.

Right as Loki turns around however, he’s speaking over his shoulder before he’s stumbling slightly as if he’s tripped on something.

You and his friend cackle in unison, across the room, all at the same guitarist. Loki whips around probably to chastise his friend for laughing at him, and that’s when you decide to properly end up in the kitchen. Loki would come when he’s done chewing his friend out and ready to properly talk with you, now that he knows you’re here.

Brunn’s kitchen is slightly bigger than your own, and you can’t help but be a bit jealous when you walk in. There’s a cliché sight of a couple that’s making out on the counter currently before they’re hearing you open the fridge as if you’ve existed in this apartment longer than they have, easily finding a 12 pack of Sprites in her fridge. Thankfully, if not mercifully, they evacuate the kitchen quickly after you finished rummaging around in the fridge to leave you be and possibly go take their session somewhere else. You give a small sigh of relief, and place your cold Sprite can down to go hunting around for grenadine near the alcohol.

You find half a bottle of grenadine near a bigger bottle of lime juice and other mixers before carefully reaching around the glass bottles of alcohol on the counter to grab a solo cup for yourself.

With all your drink ingredients, you set out to make the easiest non-alcoholic drink imaginable in Brunn’s kitchen: a Shirley Temple.

It’s a weird moment of loneliness you feel, cracking open your can and pouring your Sprite into the cup. You’re the only one in this kitchen for the time being and the music sounds as if it’s dully thumping outside of the room. Almost like you’re in the bathroom, trying to cool down in a club, but that’s just the atmosphere of Brunn’s apartment right now.

Weirdly enough, you enjoy it almost as much as Queen’s Pub on Saturdays. Once your Sprite can runs empty into your cup, you’re opening the grenadine. As you start to pour the grenadine, your mind pulls back to Loki from earlier. The way he shucked off his jacket. How he turned before tripping—

“Easy on the grenadine,” Loki says as he walks in, breaking the soft pouring noises into your cup. You almost do as he says, shocked how the man spooked you so easily, only stopping the grenadine just a few seconds after he speaks to you. “Brunn may beat you for using a bunch of that. Her Sunrises are her lifeline.”

You snort, putting the cap on the grenadine bottle. “I like my Shirley Temples with a little too much sweetness, sue me.”

Loki continues walking towards you, finally moving to rest against the counter with his cup in hand. The look on his face is fond, taking in your appearance. “She just might.”

“Oh no,” you reply, deadpan. “Not Brunn suing me over some cherry syrup I could buy her more of. However will I go on?”

There’s a beat between you and Loki as you both finally make eye contact with each other. It’s not too long before you’re both giggling between each other, and you’re putting the grenadine bottle back where you’d found it as well as grabbing a green plastic straw so you can stir your drink around to not get straight syrup.

“So,” Loki starts, coming down from your shared giggle fit after taking a sip from his newly empty cup, “a Shirley Temple? You’re not drinking tonight?”

You shake your head, sipping your drink and very pleased with the results. “Nah, got to drive myself home, and I don’t really feel up to it tonight anyways. Even if it was a long day at work.”

Loki nods in understanding, pushing from the counter and placing his cup down as he carries his conversation with you to the fridge. “I get that.”

“What’re you drinking?” you ask, raising a brow and trying not to look at his ass in his tight jeans while he bends over to dig around in Brunn’s fridge. “One of those cocktails from a can?”

“Nope,” Loki chirps from the cold interior of Brunn’s fridge, pulling out finally after a moment with a green can. “Been indulging with Ginger Ale tonight.”

You scrunch your face up. “Ginger Ale?”

“Yeah,” Loki responds, easily cracking open the can to pour it into the cup just as you did with your Sprite. “What of it? You look disgusted.”

“Because I am.”

“For why? It’s basically your Sprite with some Coke splashed in.”

“That’s why,” you huff in reply, trying not to laugh again at how defensive Loki is currently over Ginger Ale as you sip at your drink. “As someone who does that frequently, I’d rather gag.”

Loki makes a small clicking noise with his tongue as he finishes off the last of the soda that’s in his can before his solo cup overflows, shaking his head almost as if he disapproves of your words.

“Your words cut deep, sweetheart,” Loki quips leaning against the counter, a little closer to you than before. “Anyway, how was the ride over? Didn’t get lost, did you?”

You snort, shaking your head as you begin to mirror Loki by leaning against the counter, too. “No. Actually, I already knew how to get here.”

“Oh?” Loki raises a brow in curiosity. “Really?”

“Yeah, Helen lives in this complex too, ironically enough.” You go in for another sip, watching Loki’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” you pop the “p”, trying not to laugh at how cliché you sound. “I wish I was. Helen was pissed about that New Years party, by the way.”

Loki finds himself chuckling a bit. “Yeah, that one was a little too crazy, even for myself. I hope she’ll never figure out it was Brunn, she may have both our asses then.”

“She’s over it now, but if tonight gets loud, she may just murder all of us.”

“Does she know you’re here?” Loki questions, a small glint in his eye. “Like, here in the complex.”

“Uh,” you start, free hand finding your straw you’re toying with as you swirl your drink. “No. Unless she sees my car when she gets off shift. I did tell her I was coming to the party though.”

Loki nods and brings his cup up for a drink. You pull your eyes away from Loki as he takes his sip, you fear you may actually do more than just stare at the way he swallows, the tank top leaves too much of his neck exposed for your liking.

“She was the one who told me about your note, actually. She found me mid-rush to tell me,” you ramble out, taking interest in the pleasing sizzle your drink gives as you stamp the cup down against the countertop you’re both leaning on. Loki goes on to let out an interested hum.

“Did she—“

“She didn’t read, it, no,” you carry on immediately, laughing out of the sudden rise of nerves you’re starting to feel. “At least, I don’t think? She does know I’m the only one in the waitstaff that has a green pen. She said she saw that.”

Loki chuckles at that, smiling as he shakes his head. “I don’t really give a damn if she read it or not, as long as it got to you, that’s all I cared about.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at Loki’s words in that damn tone he’s speaking in, as well as his smile and nod back, your smile hopefully just as cute as his.

“How was work after I left, though? It looked like hell just sitting there,” Loki quipped, the two of you chuckling a little.

“It was hell, you’re right.” You bring your cup up to take a sip through your straw, and Loki’s almost quick to make you choke.

“Did you miss me after I left, then?”

He’s fucking cheeky looking as he says it, and it makes you want to kiss the little smirk off his damn face—which is a thought that equally excites you and terrifies you all at once. After you take a moment to swallow and breathe from your sudden inhale, as well as your thoughts directed at kissing him and Loki just being Loki before choking on Sprite and grenadine, you clear your throat.

“Absolutely not—“

“Make way, love birds!” Some random guy shouts as he storms into the kitchen with purpose. Unfortunately, you and Loki are somewhat close to where the man needs to have access to, and thus his sudden shouting makes Loki wrap an arm around your waist protectively before guiding you a bit further down the line of the counters as the two of you are just floundering for a proper reply.

Loki doesn’t have a fair judgement of just how out of counter space the two of you are until you squeak when your lower back presses into the corner of the counter near the stove, crowded in by Loki’s tall frame.

It’s now you feel so little in Loki’s arm, your drink still a safe distance away to where you can sip at the straw still, but Loki’s whole chest is just as far away, if not closer. You can faintly smell the cologne he’s wearing as he replies to the man rooting around the fridge for something he’s not finding, your eyes unable to stay away from how his neck is straining as he glares at him over his shoulder.

You’re focusing enough on Loki’s chest to watch the rise and fall of it as he speaks, and even make out the faintest outline of his pecs, maybe an ab or two. This leads your mind to that deep, dark little crevice of your brain from the one time you’d had a far too sexual dream about him. You wished you didn’t have your mind fly that deep and so fast into the gutter that was your damned attraction to Loki—who’s still trying to coach this probably drunk man in the kitchen to get a fucking drink and get out.

You only realize you’re moving out of the kitchen when Loki’s calloused fingers dig into your hoodie, his huff fully pulling you from your train of thoughts. You’re shocked you’re not stumbling along like a rag doll as you’re trying to piece together where you and Loki are even going.

“Are you alright?” Loki speaks suddenly, gently tugging you around a corner to another main hallway before stationing the two of you against the wall next to an antique hall table. You can’t help the air that huffs out of you when your back connects with the wall, Loki’s arm resting next to your head, just above your shoulder.

“Uh, y-yeah, fine.”

“I’m sorry for cornering you like that,” he sighs, head bowing down to look at you somewhat properly. “I’d rather not deal with some drunkard that I don’t know through Brunn.”

“Yeah, no, totally get it.” You’re shocked you’re even speaking right now, with how Loki’s still towering over you, eyes locked on your own as the both of you calm your breathing from the sudden movement from the kitchen to here, in the hall.

Loki nods, breathing out a soft okay before he’s realizing just how close he is to you and backing off slightly, almost awkwardly before he’s clearing his throat, both hands moving to cup at his solo cup before speaking aloud.

“So. How is Helen doing?”

You should have seen that coming. As well as the other awkward conversation topics to follow. The two of you always have a flowing conversation at Queen’s Pub, but that may just be because Loki’s in his element and you have billions of questions about everything.

However, as the two of you converse about anything painfully, personally cringing at yourself internally every second as you ramble on about Helen, or your newest random hobby you’re trying to pick up to avoid the burnout of working in the restaurant industry, you realize that you’d kill to be at Queen’s Pub. You’d rather Loki rambling about the lighting rigs Brian taught him how to install with Roger. Have one of Brian’s fruity concoctions in hand. Hear all of the cool experiences he and the band have had up to this point—not have to dig up more and more horrifically painful topics to bore him with.

Yeah, you realize, you’ve got nothing to talk about.

“But, uh, yeah,” you stutter slightly, looking down into your cup to mix around your ice that’s melded with the now flat soda and grenadine. “How, um, how was your day?”

Loki seemed like he was hanging on to every word you were saying, though. Kindly enough. “My day? It was. Well..”

You can’t help but laugh lightly at the stress of how awkward this talking period is currently, and Loki seemed to agree and joined you with a light chuckle.

“Sorry. It was good. After seeing you I just cleaned. Watched a few shows.” Loki stops and leans over to place his newly empty cup on the hall table you’re close to before laughing and speaking again. “Christ I promise I’m more entertaining than I lead on—“

“Oh, do tell,” you tease gently, looking up from your cup with a small smirk.

And luckily, Loki does. It gets easier through the night. Any questions either of you had about what you spoke about actually started to properly stem into actual conversations about what the two of you do outside of how you met each other. You tell Loki about your successful hobbies, he tells you all about his part-time job that he’s still got under his belt in case this tour falls out and TR ends up not being too big of a hit as you all expect them to be—and suddenly, it’s like any awkwardness vanished. All from a little quip and a smirk.

It’s good. Not to say that it wasn’t good before. But the conversation still flows unlike earlier when the two of you had a bit of a lull in picking a topic.

Now, you’re here, drunk on Loki as he finishes telling you a story about how he, Thor, and his sister tried to put on a play for his family when they were kids. You never want to leave his sight, or this party, just to pull more stories like this from him.

“There is no way your sister got you both into dresses that easy,” you giggle into your hand, placing your finally empty cup on the hallway table the two of you were still stationed next to. Loki’s made himself comfortable again after all of the awkwardness now, arm back next to your head and over your shoulder as you lean comfortably against the wall. Part of you wants to rest your head on his wrist and forearm, just to see if his bare arm would flex any more than it has in the past however long you’ve been standing here—

“She did! She absolutely did. I’ll ask her to text me the pictures or take them myself next time I’m at my parents and send them to you. Red is my true color, I think.”

You squint playfully up at the man before you, a fond smile creeping onto your face. “Nah. Green suits you. Green and black.”

“Really?” Loki hums in question. “Is this from my nail polish choices or the fact that you’ve never seen me in any other colors?”

You gasp at that, a hand pressing over the middle of your chest from Loki’s words—he may be right, but you’re having too much fun being just as dramatic as him.

“Excuse you, Mr. Odinson.”

“Excuse me? For what?” Loki asks fondly, arm shifting next to your head slightly before you finally break away from your thoughts that were holding you back to rest your head against his forearm.

You were right, his arm did flex at that. And you’re glad you’re holding your sudden reaction back from how you can see his arm slightly bulging to support your weight.

“I’ve seen you in other colors,” you sigh gently, as if you’re not affected by resting your head on his arm. “There’s so many different shades of green and black. They’re just not called green and black.”

“Oh my god,” Loki groans dramatically, rolling his eyes playfully. “I should let your head fall right now.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Your bright, teasing eyes meet Loki’s who’s equally just as teasing as he smirks at you.

“Try me.”

You squint your eyes slightly, still holding his gaze as Loki gives you a soft chuckle. You’re expecting him to say something again since he’s still staring into your eyes. But, as you move your head from his arm to stop your neck from cramping, you realize you’re basically having a small staring contest.

And your heart is already going into overtime, ramming into your chest every few seconds as you notice just how close you are to Loki. You’ve been close to him like this all night, and now you’re really feeling the aftereffects of the proximity.

Loki’s inched a bit closer to your face at this point, his hand shifting to have his forearm lean against the wall now to support his body weight. You hear him take a deep, shaky breath before his breath is fanning over your face.

“Can…can I try something?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathe quietly in reply. “Go for it.”

If anything, your heart is speeding up even further. You’re not sure that’s entirely possible, but you’re not asking any questions as you watch Loki lean in closer and closer to you.

You’re about to have your first proper kiss with Loki Odinson. That on the rise rockstar you met months ago at your waitressing job. And you couldn’t be more excited for it. Part of you is suddenly curious if you’ll actually be a good kisser. There’s not much experience you’ve had in that regard, and you’re hoping Loki won’t mind it.

And if any of your nerves are showing, Loki doesn’t seem to notice it as he leans in the rest of the way, head tilting to the side to let his face slot into your own personally and press his lips to your own.

After a few seconds, you were confused when Loki just pulled away almost immediately after leaning his lips on yours. His lips were on yours for a small, small amount of time.You didn’t even have enough time to get your eyes closed properly.

It was more so of a peck, you realize.

Loki seemed shocked with his own actions, and scanned your face to see if what he’d done was okay. You didn’t really let him say anything to you in response and pulled him back in to slot your lips together once more.

You didn’t want to admit it aloud, but you had no idea what to do after this. You’ve never kissed anyone properly, ever. So you wouldn’t know jack shit what to do. Thankfully, Loki’s large hands ended up landing on either side of your face to start kissing you in what you assumed was the correct way, lips moving and somewhat guiding your own as he gripped your face gently as if it were a piece of glass.

You admittedly got lost in the kiss, not getting enough of Loki’s lips slotting against yours. You shuffled as close to him as you physically could, hands resting on his chest and gripping at the fabric of his tank top. And you could just about faint as you felt his small chuckle against your lips as he turned his head to deepen the kiss.

It felt just like it looked in some romantic movie you’ve seen—soft, loving, and all-consuming. Which, you didn’t expect out of a first kiss, but were you complaining?

Absolutely not.

The only time you did complain was having to pull away, softly gasping for air just as Loki did, hands still pressed into your now warm cheeks.

Your eyes—you don’t really recall when you closed them like you thought you would, honestly, you were probably that taken up in the kiss—are staring right into Loki’s blue ones again. You’re both panting lightly, and when you start giggling from all the butterflies in your tummy just erupting, Loki starts giggling with you, too.

“Is there something wrong?” Loki asked gently, his giggles fading a lot faster than your own, “besides, well, the obvious, y’know..”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before finally speaking.

“‘S nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly as you let go of Loki’s tank to slide your hands down his abdomen slowly and rest on his sides. “It’s just...that was my first kiss.”

It’s that response that makes Loki freeze, and you’re suddenly filled with dread. You don’t know what the reply is for most people when they say that, and frankly, if this was about to be a whole joke to make fun of you, you’re prepared to walk back out to your car and go home to cry in a pint of edible cookie dough.

You watch Loki’s tongue flick out to run over his lips—lips that just willingly pressed against yours—quickly, swallowing before speaking.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you finally breathe with a nod, “really.”

It’s painful, waiting for Loki’s reply. Your brain is conjuring so many what if scenarios that you’re not all ready for what he could actually say.

“Well,” he finally breathes, his hands starting to pull away from your cheeks to find a spot on your waist. “If you don’t mind, my kiss quota for the evening is, unfortunately, needing to be filled—”

You’re back to giggling again, your dread moving far away just as fast as it came, the two of you leaning forwards before your foreheads gently bump together. The tip of Loki’s nose nudges against your own as he speaks, lips brushing yours.

“—care to help fix that?”

“Absolutely,” you mutter back happily before closing your eyes and reconnecting your lips.

After that, you and Loki really just spent the rest of your night chatting, or kissing. You’re both very giggly. You’re extremely happy to say it’s not from the alcohol either as the two of you navigate around the steady group of people in the living room to get back to the kitchen after a few more kisses and conversations shared to get refills.

You never really recall finding a party this enjoyable until Loki came into the mix. Honestly, you’d like to keep it that way for as long as the universe allows you to have it.

It’s around midnight when you finally move to tap out of the event. Brunn still has the party going steadily, you think you even heard someone shout for a round of body shots—to which you and Loki happily declined in favor for more hushed conversation and kisses near the hall table to be hidden from all the drunk, hazy eyes.

“I’ll walk you out,” Loki says immediately, stacking your newly empty cup with your own before you’re being guided by a hand on your lower back to the kitchen. “Just gotta grab my jacket.”

All you can do is smile and nod. You haven’t had the need to take off your hoodie, weirdly enough. At some point you thought you may need to—that’s the whole reason why you wore a shirt under it, after all, as well as the leggings with pockets on the sides so you could hold the important little things inside the hoodie pocket—but the most you’ve done is pull the sleeves up to your elbows.

Loki leaves you once you’re both about to pass the kitchen, so you take it upon yourself to head to the door while he tosses your cups out. As you head that way, you’re sure to dodge all the people crowding around Brunn as she does a body shot off of another woman. There’s…a lot of cheering happening, and it makes you worry for Helen who has the opening shift tomorrow.

But you also can’t help yourself by watching how Brunn licks up the salt on the other girl’s skin.

You’re quick to distract yourself back to the task at hand: Loki’s jacket. Pulling yourself from the crowd where you could see Brunn finish taking the shot, you find what looks like Loki’s jacket in a heap with the rest of the jackets various people have brought in.

Just as you get closer to the jacket pile, you feel a hand land back on your lower back and flinch immediately. You turn around, preparing to chew whoever the fuck it is out, but end up seeing Loki’s face, which is just as startled.

“Sorry!” He shouts over the sudden burst of cheers from the middle of the living room. “Should have warned you, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” you sass back, leaning back into his touch as you both reach the jackets. “Top one yours?”

“Should be.” Loki reaches around you—your eyes fall to his arms, of course, you’re suspecting that may be some sort of kink if that’s even possible—and feels the jacket before nodding. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

“How can you tell it’s yours by feeling it?” You question suddenly, hopefully your amusement being heard over the hum of people.

“No one else here has a real leather jacket,” Loki laughs in reply, following you as you turn to open the door and lead the two of you out into the thankfully quiet hallway. “At least, I think most of those people in there have common sense not to wear one to a party of Brunn’s.”

The both of you turn into the direction of the stairwell as you snort. “So you’re saying you don’t have common sense then?”

“Well, not tonight no,” Loki decides aloud. “I was trying to impress a certain someone.”

You could feel your face heating up from his confession, noticing his hand was off of your lower back so he could pull his jacket back on. You feel a small pang of sadness, no longer being allowed access to ogling Loki’s well toned arms from who recalls how long of lifting amps for gigs.

“Oh, really?” You’re trying to be coy, but all you’ve done tonight is kiss him and be held by him and honestly, you really should just be bold. Guys like that, don’t they?

Loki glances at you as you make it to the stairwell door at the end of the hall, you can make out his little smirk and swear you see a wink. “Yeah, really.”

It’s at that point you realize you don’t really want to go back to your apartment and lose Loki’s company for the night. You’re not quite sure what the two of you really…are. After finally kissing, you’re not quite sure what happens at this point. Are you casual? Is it considered a relationship now?

Towards the end of your descent back to the parking lot with him, you realize you’d be down for just about anything he offers, if Loki does offer anything. The conversations you share are just as fun as they were in the party, your hand is intertwined tightly with his as you take one step at a time to make the night last longer.

You’re sure it’ll be about one in the morning by the time you’re in your car to drive away, and you don’t really give a damn.

“Helen is going to text me later in the morning and complain about the noise, I bet,” you say as Loki opens the door for you to head out into the cool morning. You notice as you carefully step outside, pulling Loki with you, that the moon’s out and extremely bright. If there wasn’t lamps and light pollution being a thing, you may just be blinded.

“I don’t doubt it in the slightest, if I’m honest,” he replies, hand briefly tightening around yours. “She can’t murder who she doesn’t know, can she?”

“That might just be a super power of hers,” you joke, now officially taking the lead as you follow the sidewalks that lead you to where your car is. “She can be evil when she wants.”

Loki chuckles, and you can see him shaking his head out of the corner of your eye before you’re turning to walk backwards, slowing down your steps so you don’t trip. Loki’s quick to catch on and his free hand lands on your waist so he can guide you.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

You pout, even though all you want to do is squeal over how Loki sounds so taken by you in this moment. He’s been speaking like this all night, with that same fond look in his eye. You never want to leave his sight if that’s how he’ll be looking at you.

“I am! I’ve done this drunk, I can do it sober.”

“Would love to see that,” Loki snorts, fingertips digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “Same car still?”

“Duh,” you huff.

Loki doesn’t reply or say anything, and neither do you. Your eyes alternate from your feet to Loki, and that makes you both giggle.

“You’ll text me when you get home, yeah?” Loki asks suddenly, his hands tugging you closer to him probably to make you stop walking. “Or, you could call me—“

“Loki!” You cut him off immediately, letting yourself get pulled in all the way to where you’re face to face with his chest again. “Chill. I’ll text you, okay? I’m sleepy.”

“Could call me on your way home? So you don’t fall asleep?” Loki’s voice is bordering on pouty, soft around the edges but could definitely end up whining if necessary. You tilt your head up to actually see his face that’s illuminated by the street lamps, a small pout on his lips.

You giggle and stretch up to press a small kiss to his bottom lip. “Cool it, rockstar. I’ll be fine. No need to get all pouty on me again.”

“This is the perfect time to be pouty, excuse you,” Loki quips, quick to capture your lips in a proper kiss for a moment, then pressing your foreheads together before you could really get into the groove of it. “But fine. I’ll stop on your behalf.”

Your smile could make your face ache for the rest of the night from how wide it is, but you don’t care. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Loki replies, his smile just as wide.

You’re both stalling. You sense it, Loki can probably sense it, and you’re trying not to care. You pull your head away to properly see his face as you speak.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Besides that? Yes—ow, hey!”

The both of you laugh at his reaction to your free hand smacking his stomach. “That’s rude!”

“You’re rude!” You tease back, still laughing before you take a breath to speak through your giggles. “What are we? Or, what’s this, I guess.”

Loki’s taking a breath, getting the last of his giggles out unlike you before he’s speaking slowly, and choosing his words carefully.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

Thankfully, you’re silent by the time he finishes his sentence, and you shudder at his tone. There’s no hints of teasing you at all, and he’s so sure of himself as he continues to hold you so gently.

You’re speechless for a few good seconds, but Loki can already tell you’re going to say yes probably from your face alone.

“I’d love to have you be my boyfriend, yeah,” you reply. It feels a bit awkward and clumsy to reply that way, but it feels…right. Honestly anything you say to Loki feels like it’s right since earlier tonight in Brunn’s apartment.

Loki’s just watching you like you’ve painted the moon and hung up the stars personally for him before his hands are pulling away from your own hand and your waist to cup either side of your face in his palms.

“May I kiss my girlfriend?”

You try to hold back your grin, knowing that Loki’s probably not going to be particularly keen on wanting to kiss your teeth and give a tiny nod. “Absolutely.”

The kiss isn’t really all that different from all the ones you’ve been sharing over the course of the night, but you lean into it with a smile regardless. Kissing Loki would become a new favorite past time fast if the two of you kept up with it. Now that you’re official, that is.

That’s when a question pops into your head.

“Wait,” you start, pulling away from Loki’s lips to speak. “Should…who should we tell? Should we wait, or?”

Loki’s still recovering from the bliss of kissing it seems, his face still contoured as if your lips were still on his. After a moment he registers what you say and takes a slow breath in.

“I think,” Loki says after a brief period of silence—the thought of stunning Loki with your kiss flashes across your mind, and you feel like cackling. You’re so inexperienced before tonight, you’d never think that would happen because of you. “I think we should wait, for sure. And it’s not because I want to hide what we have or anything, but with the tour going on, I want to be sure this is something you want.”

“Why wouldn’t it be something I want, Loki?”

“Darling, if The Revengers gain popularity to do more than just a small local headlining tour around the area, you won’t see me as often,” Loki explains, his face looking pained. “Life of a rockstar isn’t very kind to relationships..”

You take a deep breath and release it in a sigh, leaning more into Loki’s hands that are still holding your face. “I want this. I want to be your girlfriend—I have for the last four months—I want to give us a go, Loki. It’s not like we don’t have smartphones for video calls or anything.”

“I know that, sweetheart, but what I’m saying is it’ll be months before I’m ever back to you if we take off how we expect to. It may get hard—“

“Then I’m all for it!” You huff softly, not meaning to raise your voice before gently pulling your face from Loki’s hands. “I know you’re doing this to save both of us from a broken heart, Loki, but really, I want to try. I’ve been set on you for a while now, I think we can make it work.”

Loki doesn’t look as startled as you do, and maybe that’s a good thing. His smile is returning from your words it seems, but you’re slightly worried he’s going to take back everything he’s said or asked of you tonight—and being Loki’s girlfriend is something you’re absolutely inclined to be.

“Okay,” he finally replies, letting your brain cease running around your skull like crazy. “We can make it work. But if you want to back out—“

“If I were an idiot, I would,” you cut him off completely. “But, if—and it’s a hard if, by the way—I want to quit, then I will tell you. I can communicate, I’m an adult.”

You’re sure your words get through to Loki then, his hands grabbing your own and squeezing them tightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay, okay, no need to go growling at me—“

You don’t hold back your snort, squeezing his hands back. “I’m going to. Now that I’ve got a taste of you? Kissing you, at that? I’m not giving that up, baby.”

It’s….nice. Getting to call someone—Loki, in particular—baby. You’re excited to try all the other terms of endearment you’ve seen tossed around by couples you’ve been surrounded by both online and in person.

Loki seems to agree. You notice how his cheeks seem a little more rosy than just a few minutes ago.

“Likewise, babe.”

You and Loki hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before laughing together.

“That sounded weird, coming from you—“

“I thought I’d give it a try!” Loki exclaims gently, leaning forward to peck your forehead. “I’ll stick with sweetheart and work my way into new ones. How’s that sounding, babydoll?”

“Better,” you hum, a small shudder moving through you slightly. “Call me that one a bit, sounded nice.”

“Can absolutely be done,” Loki affirms. “Now. I believe one of us was heading home for the night. And I’d like for you to sleep before you do whatever you have planned tomorrow. Unless it’s work and you’re lying to me, again.”

“I do have tomorrow off!” You exclaim, pouting as you let your head crane back to look at Loki again. “I’m not a liar. You’re being mean.”

Loki grins and lets one of his hands drop yours to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you in close to him, chuckling. “I am, I am, sorry sweetheart. You’re cute when you pout, if it helps.”

“Maybe it does.” You huff dramatically, letting yourself mold into Loki’s front. “I should probably get home though, seriously. It’s probably close to one. I wanted to get laundry done.”

“Sounds like a lot,” Loki commiserates with you, his chin bumping against the top of your head gently. “Terrible. Truly.”

“You just don’t want to let me go so you end up going home to your place and end up sleeping before more tour rehearsal,” you scoff, letting your head slowly tilt up again. “I’ll call you while I do my laundry tomorrow?”

Loki doesn’t hesitate to look back down at you then. “Please? I don’t have rehearsal until six. I’ll be bored. Missing you, probably—“

“Oh please,” you giggle, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s true! I’ll miss you the second you get in your car!” Loki whines. “You’re the mean one. That’s it. It’s decided.”

You laugh, Loki pouts. It’s a small cycle that the two of you continue doing before you’re starting to actually yawn into Loki’s tank top. Then, he’s ushering you into your car with a stern tone.

“Y’know, if I didn’t work earlier today I would be fine,” you reply, finally inside your car completely now, actually buckled up with your window rolled down to keep talking with Loki.

His arms are crossed over the top of the window as he speaks to you. “I know. All the more reason you should sleep and I can be greedy and pester you to spend all your time with me tomorrow.”

You laugh at that, your face heating up. Now that you’re both official, Loki’s not holding back, it seems.

“Fine. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay? Text me when you get to yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Loki replies, a smile accompanying a little salute before he’s standing up straight from your window. “Maybe we could actually grab lunch tomorrow or something? If you’re awake?”

You want to say something about your laundry, you do really need to get that done, but honestly, you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“Sure! We can aim for it.”

Goodbyes won’t be either of your strong suits, you assume. By the fact you’re still in this parking lot, just observing Loki with all his nervous giddy energy that reminds you of him before performing on Saturdays on the pavement next to your car, you’re just sleepily gushing behind the wheel in your brain while you stare at him.

Loki’s pulling you out of that small cloud you’re up in, leaning through your window to press a final kiss to your lips. “Home. Home for you, sweetheart. Get there in one piece. Goodnight.”

You sigh reluctantly in your car, Loki pulling away and stepping away from you in your car to the sidewalk so you don’t keep sidetracking any longer.

“Fine, goodnight!” You shout from your window, Loki laughing and waving to you and shouting the phrase back again before you’re finally rolling up your window. You put the car in reverse and start backing out, giving Loki one last wave while you still can before both hands are on the steering wheel and you’re exiting the parking lot.

You barely pay attention to the radio as you turn out from the way you came in just hours ago—hours. God, you really expected to leave sooner than this, but Loki really held you up. You couldn’t find it in yourself to mind at all.

It’s then you actually realize what’s playing on the radio. Queen’s Somebody To Love. It’s probably in the middle-end of the song, but it makes you smile wide nonetheless as you stop at the stop light that leads you onto the main road.

Yeah, you’ll have to stop by The Queen’s Pub and thank Brian for keeping you all those nights with his stories so you could talk with Loki whenever he was there sometime, whenever you and Loki figure out when you’d like to tell everyone.

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jayden-killer · 6 months

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TVA LOKI AS YOUR BF

I've never written for Loki before OWHWKAO, I was like: "let's give it a shot!". (´ｰ｀).｡*･ﾟﾟ

• If we're talking about TVA Loki, then expect LOTS OF PHYSICAL TOUCH. Like, a lot.

• he doesn't hold himself: he'll sneak his arm around your shoulder, hugging you in public with no problem, giving reassurance hand squeezes. He doesn't care if you two are in public. He wants to show how much he appreciates you :))

• He'll pull magic tricks if you're sad or upset with smth/someone. Spoiler: he'll always make you smile, or laugh, after that!

• You'll notice Loki turning his gaze up in the sky in a thunderstorm. You'll need to give him some reassuring rubs on his back because every time he does that, he's wondering where his brother Thor is...

• He would make you meet his variants of him. But not President Loki. Sneaky bastard...

• He would need some reassurance from you sometimes. He still believes that he doesn't deserve the love and affection after seeing the files about his past, but you're there to kiss his thoughts away and making sure he's fine.♡

#loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki series #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #the avengers #loki #loki odinson #fluff #sfw

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oliwrites · 7 months

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Eavesdrop

relationship: loki x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: loki cant help but overhear your conversation with natasha

warnings: smut (18+) unprotected piv, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, soft dom loki??, multiple orgasms, loki being nosy

“I dunno, Nat… I love him to death, I really do… it’s just…” You say as you run your fingers through your hair. You didn’t like the idea of talking ‘bad’ about Loki behind his back, but this is the only way to get the emotions and thoughts off your chest.

“What is it? Stop beating around the bush! C’mon, I’m good at keeping secrets” Natasha replied, sipping on her beer.

“It’s kind of TMI but—”

“Oh please, TMI is nothing in this friendship and you know it, just spit it out!”

“Well… when Loki and I get… y’know… everything starts out great, but he just gets all soft and vanilla-y and I just wanna—” You start to explain, but stop when what you really want to say gets caught in the back of your throat.

What you and Natasha didn’t know is that Loki had walked out of the bedroom. His ears perked when he heard you say his name, so he walked towards Natasha’s room and listened in.

“Go on…” Natasha said

“Well… when we get frisky… he gets all soft and shit… like all mushy and gushy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s sweet to me… but I really just wanna be fucked. Not ‘made love to’ but ‘fucked so hard I can’t walk’ y’know?” I explain, a feeling of guilt washing over me as I finally say it.

“Have you tried bringing it up to him?”

“No… I want to, but I just don’t know how or when”

Loki frowned. Was he really boring you that much? You seemed pretty into it when the two of you were in action.

“I mean, when Bruce and I first started out, he was all mushy and stuff, all up until I sat him down in his bedroom and just told him how I felt. Ever since he’s pretty much been Hulk smashing me,” Natasha explained. I roll my eyes at her ‘Hulk smash’ comment

“What if I hurt his feelings?”

“He literally terrorized the city of New York and Stüggart, killed 80 people in 2 days, almost killed the entirety of the Frost Giant race, and faked his death 2 times. I don’t think he’ll be offended. Honestly, he might be more offended if you don’t tell him,” Natasha explained.

“But—”

“No buts, you’re literally the love of his life, and he would probably do anything to make you happy. Just trust me, babe, Loki isn’t going to be offended or mad, just communicate,” Natasha cut you off

Loki agreed silently. Natasha was right. He wasn’t offended or upset. He would climb the highest mountains and cut through every forest just go make you happy, if you asked. He decided to gather a plan, and he walked back into his room.

“You’re right. Thank you, Nat,” I smile and start to stand up, grabbing my beer bottle, and taking another drink of it, “I’m gonna go talk to him about it,” you smile, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within your stomach.

“I would say tell me how it goes, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if you have a limp tomorrow or not,” Nat snorted, you flipped her off playfully and started to walk out of the room.

When you entered the hallway, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and saw a text from Loki.

Loki: come visit me if you can, my little dove

You smile at his text. The nickname “little dove” always made your heart flutter. You pocket your phone and walk towards Loki’s room. You don’t even bother knocking, considering he was expecting you.

What you weren’t expecting was Loki to practically jump you the second you walked in.

He closed the door and pressed you firmly against it, kissing you hungrily as he groped your breasts without care. It took you by surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, kissing him back just as roughly.

Your guys’ tongue and teeth clashed together as he guided you to his bed, pushing you down onto it, before removing his shirt, and hastily removing your sweatpants and tossing them to the side. Before he flipped you over, setting you on his thigh

“Ride me.” He commanded, leaving no room for discussion. You blush and move your hand to the string of his sweatpants, “Not there,” he said simply.

You blush before experimentally rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. You let out a shaky moan at the new feeling. Loki growled before he started bouncing his leg. You let out a surprised, but aroused shriek, stopping the movement of your hips.

You let out another shriek when you felt his hand come down harshly on your ass.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asked in a serious tone. You shake your head no, “then keep going,” He said simply, before he started to bounce his leg again.

You continue to grind down on him as he bounce his leg. The feeling of cotton against your clit had you almost screaming as you continued to buck down against his thigh.

“Loki, I—” You started, before you cut yourself off with another moan.

“Soak me,” He said, grabbing your hips and pushing you down harder against his thigh.

Your whole body quivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ears started to ring as you soaked his thigh completely, your juices squirting all over him.

He gave you no time to recover before he flipped you over and ripped your panties off and shoving two fingers inside of you, going at a rapid pace.

“Oh gods, Loki!” You screamed out, arching your back off the bed as his fingers drilled into you.

“You wanted to be fucked, hm? Oh I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow…” He said huskily, before going down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it harshly.

His words did not process in your mind, instead you screamed out his name and tangled your fingers into his hair.

He curled his fingers at just the right spot and you came again, soaking his face, fingers, and the bedsheets below you as your arousal sprayed out of you once again.

Loki stood up and took off his sweatpants and boxer before flipping you over so your ass is in the air. Without warning he plunged into you, fucking you at a breakneck pace.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? You wanted to be fucked? Treated like a toy?” Loki growled, before slapping your ass harshly as he continued to drill into your abused hole.

“Yes! Fuck, Loki!” You screamed out, grinding back into his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The words he said remained incoherent, as, lack for better words, he fucked your brains out.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it back, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper. You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life as he pummeled you with his cock.

He grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching, he reached forward, circling your clit at a rapid pace, causing you to scream out his name.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he fucked you swiftly. You tried to warn him, but were caught off by your orgasm as if ripped through your body.

You screamed out in sheer pleasure as you came on his cock. Your orgasm triggered his and he thrusted as deep as he could, spilling his seed deep inside of your quim.

He laid down next to you and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You adjusted and laid down as well, looking at him.

“I actually wanted to talk—” You started, before being cut off by Loki

“You wanted to be fucked, not made love to… I overheard you and the Black Widow talking,” Loki said with a smile, “I hope I was able to fulfill your dreams,”

“Mmm… maybe another round or so could really fulfill my dreams” You smirked before crawling on top of Loki, starting yet another round

~ The Next Morning ~

You woke up in Loki’s bed, with Loki still sleeping peacefully next to you. You smile and decide to get up and head out to the kitchen for coffee.

You walked down the hallway into the Avengers common area where Natasha sat, drinking her own coffee. Natasha laughed at your limp as you hobbled over to the kitchen

“Oh shut the fuck up”

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hayyy sorry for not posting in foreverrrr but i got bombarded with school, work, and family issues, and i haven’t really had the time to write something (even something small) and i also have officially hit a good ‘ol writers block!! if you have any requests please lmk and i will write them!!!

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michelleleewise · 10 months

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Hi! 😊

Leaving aside evil me, whenever you can, can you write about Loki fallen in love with reader, but he isn't his usual self, he seems lost in his thoughts and reader is all happy, all the time she is sighing, hearing and singing love songs. One day Loki hears a conversation between reader and Wanda where Wanda is asking reader if the way she is acting is because she is in love and reader confirms it, and explain how she can't erase the smile off her face, have butterflies in her stomach when she thinks of him, but she didn't say a name but when she describes how is the person she is in love, Loki misunderstood and now thinks the person in question is the Cap and gets angry but mostly sad. At the end is revealed that readers is actually in love with him.

Sorry if is too long, I just need to feel loved 🥲

Aaaahhhh!!!!! Hiiiiii!!!!!! This has taken me waaaaaaay too long to get to and I'm so sorry!!!!! But I'm here, let's do it!!!!! And thank you so so much for sending this to me @luvlady-writes !!!! 💚

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Close to You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: sooooooooo this totally took a nose dive directly into angst-ville.....sorry.....angst to fluff, happy ending, friends to lovers, confession, mild sadness.

Summary: you work in stark tower and have fallen hard for a certain god, but he would never feel the same....would he.....

A/n-umm......not much really.....sorry again it took so long to get to this!!!!!

You quickly grabbed your bag and Wanda's coffee heading to the elevators. Pushing the button you sighed "come on." You said shifting feet, you were already late having slept past your alarm, not wanting to come back to reality from your dreams....the ones of a tall dark asgardian. Your head snapped up as the elevator dinged its arrival "finally." You huffed as the doors slid open making you freeze "ah lady y/n...how are you today?" Loki asked smiling that smile, the one that makes your insides melt "your good...I mean I'm hot....eerr good! I'm good!" You stuttered hearing him laugh. "Well, are you coming?" He asked when you realized you hadn't moved "yes!...yes sorry." You said slowly stepping in as the doors closed.

You slid over to the panel, the scent of mint and snow wafted through the air making you sigh as you pushed the button to your floor before sliding away. "Full day planned?" He asked smiling again...damn his beautiful face..."y..yes, wanda has a few interviews to do and some meet and greets." You said looking at the doors, trying to keep your brain from short circuiting at your proximity "ah I see, I have some of those as well, maybe I will see you there?" He asked fully turning towards you "i...I'd like that." You giggled seeing his smile widen when the elevator sounded again "after you my lady." He said waving you before him. "T..thanks." You said smiling back as him as you walked out. "See you later y/n." He called from behind you "bye Loki." You turned seeing him put his hands in his pockets, his cheeks a slight pink as you turned back making your way to the common room.

"Aahh your here!" Wanda yelled as you walked in "yeah sorry! I overslept." You said handing her her coffee, you had been her assistant for almost a year and you loved it. She was kind, compassionate...you couldn't have asked for a better boss. "Oh no, do you need to take the day off? I can manage." Wanda said sitting on the couch "oh no, I'm fine. It's just..." you trailed off setting your bag down "nothing, it's nothing." You smiled pulling your planner out. "Ok so, today..." you trailed off hearing music coming from down the hall, furrowing your eyebrows you look up seeing Bucky walk in with his phone..

"And just like me, they long to be, close to you...." the song played making you smile "Bucky Barnes, I didn't known you listened to the carptenters." You smiled as he sat down "honestly it's a good song, I wish I had been around for that time period." He said as the song continued. You hummed along, making notes as your thoughts wandered. Would Loki like that song...would he dance with you on the balcony under the stars..."earth to y/n." You heard pulling you back "oh...sorry lost in thought." You said clearing your throat "are you sure your ok?" Wanda asked "yeah! I'm fine." You smiled sliding your planner back in your bag "we should probably go though, lots to do." You said grabbing your keys "ok, but let me know if you want to go." She said standing up "Wanda I'm fine I promise." You said laughing as you headed back towards the elevators.

The entire day had been a mess of interviews, and fans, and autographs and to say you were done was an understatement. You could handle people fine, but the large crowds, the screaming and chanting was starting to grate your nerves. "Ok, you've got one more meet and greet and then we're done for the day." You said flopping into your car, Wanda slumping down in the seat next to you "do we have to?" She asked making you laugh "Tony's orders, besides they love you." You said slapping her knee. "Well atleast I won't be on my own for this one." She said sitting up "what do you mean?" You asked turning down a side street "oh, Loki's with me at this one...didn't I tell you?" She asked as you cleared your throat "n..no, i...you must have spaced it." You stuttered peeking over seeing her staring

"what?" You asked pulling into the garage "your ok with Loki yes? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." She said still staring "what! Yes! I just...I didn't know he was going to be there." You rushed out parking the car "ok, you guys seem to get along so.." She shrugged as you giggled "yeah no he's good...we're good...I mean...yeah." you mumbled hearing her laugh. "He's a little intimidating but he's a big softie." She said opening the door. "I'd like to find out how soft.." you said under your breath "what?" Wanda asked leaning down. "Nothing! Let's get in there." You said quickly grabbing your things you led the way inside wanda following quickly behind you.

You both made your way to the small stage where your table was set up, pulling her set of different colored markers out you nodded as she smiled "ok, I'll be over there if you need me." You said when wanda grabbed your hand "Hey, thank you...I don't think I'd make it through this without you." She said making you smile "you got this." You winked squeezing her hand as you walked towards the backstage area. You leaned against the wall with a sigh hearing they had opened the doors, hundreds of people yelling and hollering resonating through your head "almost over." You said looking out seeing Loki's table watching him sitting stock still, staring down at the table. "What the..." you started when every woman in the city rushed his table, cutting off your view of him.

You pushed off the wall walking back to wanda seeing her smiling at a group of kids dressed as her "Hey, what's up with dark and broody?" You asked as wanda looked over seeing Loki leaned over the table mindlessly signing what was put in front of him "hmm, I don't know. He's been like that for weeks now." She said looking back at the kids. "Really? I hadn't noticed." You said standing up straight "he's pretty tight lipped, maybe ask Thor?" She shrugged continuing with her fans. "I'm gonna head back over there." You said walking back towards the wall. You stood back watching as the crowd began to thin, thanking all the gods it was almost over.

Exhaustion ran through you as you made your way back to the tower, the song bucky was playing earlier wandering back into your mind. "Y/n?" Wanda asked making you look over "hmm?" You hummed looking back to the road "you were humming that song again." She said laughing when your felt your cheeks burn "oh...sorry" you said clearing your throat "no, it's ok...it's just." She started turning herself towards you "do you like someone?" She asked as your eyes shot to hers. "I have no idea what your talking about." You said turning into the garage getting out. "Oh come on y/n, you've been all doe eyes and hearts the last month." She said quicky catching up to you. "Can't I just be happy?" You laughed nervously pushing the button to the elevator "well yes, but I've known you for awhile now....you don't hum." She laughed as you both stepped into the elevator "I think your reading too much into it." You said as the doors opened you quickly walked towards the common room.

"Y/n, aren't we friends?" Wanda asked plopping down on the couch "yes...But..." you were cut off by her raising her hand "well, then you should know you can tell me anything." She said smiling. "You aren't letting this go are you?" You sighed as she shook her head "nnnnope....spill it." She said as you walked around sitting next to her. "Fine...yes i...I like someone." You said sitting back "more then like really." You said as she shifted facing you "tell me tell me tell me." She said hopping up and down. "You can't tell anyone." You said watching her cross her heart. "Ok...he lives here...in the tower." You said as she leaned in "He's tall...handsome...and those muscles..." you trailed off looking at the ceiling. "And his suit...its so...tight." you sighed thinking about all that leather tightly wrapped around his large frame "god what I wouldn't give to get that suit off of him." You sighed hearing her laugh "someone I know i assume?" She asked as you looked over at her when Loki walked out from the hallway

"oh, h..hey Loki." You said quicky sitting up "Ms. Y/l/n." He said not looking at you as he walked across the room, his cold demeanor making your anxiety rise "h..how was your meet and greet?" You asked trying to act casual "fine." He huffed disappearing into the kitchen. "What was that about?" You asked Wanda seeing her shrug "he can be a bit moody sometimes." She said turning back to you "now, you were saying..." She said waving her hand "actually I should go, it's getting pretty late." You said standing up. "Well you'll have to tell me more about this tall mystery man tomorrow." She said standing up with you "fiiine." You laughed as Wanda hugged you "be careful getting home." She said turning to head down the hall "I will." You called after her. You threw your bag over your shoulder looking at the kitchen door, your interaction with Loki eating at you. "I'll just tell him goodnight." You said to yourself taking a deep breath you walked over pushing the door open seeing Loki sitting at the island in the dark, his hands over his face.

"Loki.." you trailed off watching him quicky stand up wiping his face "miss y/l/n." He said not looking at you. You stood in the doorway as he set the kettle on the stove, Silence blanketing the room causing your anxiety to reach a new high at the tension between you "s..so um, I just wanted to say goodnight." You said as Loki went about preparing his cup "is that all?" He snarked still avoiding looking at you "is...are you...is everything ok?" You stuttered taking a step towards him "Why wouldn't it be?" He asked, his voice void of all emotion as he kept his eyes down "you...well you seem upset." You said when his eyes finally met yours, seeing a sadness in them that stabbed your heart

"never better...in fact Thor and I are going to that new bar downtown." He said as the kettle screamed "oh?" You asked taking another step closer "yes, I hear there will be a fair amount of lovely women there as well." He said pulling the kettle from the stove, a pang of jealousy running through at his words "oh...I see." You said taking a step back "maybe I'll finally find someone worthy of my attentions." He said as he looked up at you, his eyes stern causing a chill to run up your spine. "Well um...have fun." You said turning back towards the door "oh I intend to." He said behind you, you closed your eyes taking a deep breath "goodnight Loki." You said, after a few minutes he hadn't answered so you took that as your queue to leave. You made it back to your apartment, your interaction with Loki still running through your mind had you offended him...said something to upset him..."maybe he just had a long day, I'll talk to him tomorrow." You said as you climbed in bed trying to get some rest as the exhaustion of the day finally set in.

You had tried to catch loki the next day, and the day after but everytime you arrived at the tower he was nowhere to be found. As the days went on you began to miss your morning run ins with the god, his smile that made your heart skip, those deep green eyes that seemed to see into your soul. After two weeks you were beginning to get nervous, the last interaction with him boring a hole into your brain deeper and deeper the longer you didn't see him, so you decided to ask wanda one morning as you arrived for work seeing her reading on the couch "Hey, has Loki been around? It feels like forever since I've seen him." You asked setting your bag on the couch "yeah he's been spending alot of time with his assistant." She said not looking up from her book "I thought he didn't have an assistant...said he didn't need one." You said taking a seat across from her "hmm? Oh, a couple of weeks ago he told Tony he wanted one, some lady named jill I think." Wanda said setting her book down

"so, what's the plan today?" She smiled leaning forward "oh, um you have a couple of interviews and..." you trailed off pulling your planner out of your bag and began to flip through it trying to ignore the sting in your eyes he just doesnt want to see you. "Y/n, are you ok?" You heard her ask as you looked up meeting her eyes when you heard a woman laughing down the hall "and then I turned him into a frog." Loki's voice carried through into the room as he walked in looking as perfect as ever in his blue button up and black slacks, his sleeves rolled up, his forearms flexing as he talked to the short brunette next to him "oh my God your so funny." She said grabbing his arm as she cackled making you wince when you looked back at Loki seeing he was looking at you "hi Loki." You said trying to offer a small smile "love, this is Wanda's assistant, miss y/l/n." He said placing his hand on her back "hi, I'm jill." She said smiling at you "Hey." You said waving at her as Loki turned to her again and continued talking.

You took a deep breath, it was now or never "L...loki. I was wondering.." you started when he crossed his arms turning back to you "yes..." he said expectantly "um..could we...i mean could i..." you started looking between him and Jill "could i talk to you for a moment?" You asked hoping he would agree so you could figure out what you had done to upset him "Jill love, what does my schedule look like today?" He asked her not breaking eye contact with you "oh, you have a full day I'm afraid, interviews....a photoshoot...there are a couple of pr meetings, and then.." She trailed off closing her planner "yes, what else darling?" Loki said finally looking at her, the pet name he had given her stinging your chest "our dinner plans...sir." she said smiling.

Loki looked back at you. "You heard the lovely lady, I'm afraid I don't have time today." He said, his tone emotionless as you nodded "right, sorry. Maybe another time." You said looking down to your lap "maybe." He said turning back to her "shall we love?" He asked holding his arm out as she looped hers around his elbow "your so fancy." She giggled as they walked back down the hall. You grabbed your bag stuffing your planner back inside when your eyes met Wanda's "what?" You asked seeing her staring at you. "It's him." She said making you sigh "I don't know what you mean." You said standing up "oh don't give me that! It's him....the one you like." She said standing up with you. "Shh! Someone's going to hear you." You whisper yelled making her laugh "have you told him? You need to tell him" She said walking over to you "you were just in the same room right? You did see those two?" You asked throwing your bag over your shoulder "well yes, but..." you cut her off raising your hand "no buts, if he's happy, then I'm happy for him." You said sternly walking towards the hall "but what about your happiness?" She asked following behind you "I'll be fine." You said pulling your keys out "let's get today over with yeah?" You asked heading to the elevator "ok, whatever you say." She said as you buried your feelings, slapping a smile on your face wishing today was already over.

Another few weeks had gone by and several attempts to catch Loki alone to talk to him but he always eluded you, the times you had caught him he was with Jill and refused to acknowledge you. The weight in your heart becoming unbearable, your mind running into overdrive as you analyzed every interaction you had before he stopped speaking to you. "Hey y/n." You lifted your head seeing Wanda's smile drop "are you ok?" She asked looking you up and down, granted you hadn't put much thought into your appearance...your hair thrown up in a messy bun and grabbing the first outfit you found in your dresser "yeah...fine why?" You snapped as she crossed her arms "Well I was going to ask if you wanted to come to Tony's party tonight but you don't really seem up to it." She said leaning on the counter in the kitchen "why wouldn't I? Sounds like a great time." You snarked closing your planner shoving it in your bag. "Y/n..." Wanda trailed off making you sigh.

"I'm sorry, I just..." you sighed closing your eyes "He...he still won't talk to me and I don't know what I did to upset him and...jill." you said feeling a tear slide down your cheek "do you want me to talk to him?" She asked taking a step towards you "no! No that would just make things worse." You said quickly wiping your face "I think, wanda I think im going to..." you were cut off by the kitchen door opening, Jill walking in in one of Loki's t-shirts and a pair of shorts "Hey ladies. How are you?" She smiled walking towards the fridge. You heart sinking seeing her

"I have to go." You quicky said grabbing your bag "but y/n." Your heard wanda call after you as you pushed through the kitchen door running into something solid, a pair of hands grabbing your arms as you were forced backwards looking up seeing those green eyes staring down at you. "Miss y/l/n." He said, his tone flat as he quickly removed his hands. You felt the burn in your eyes return as you shouldered past him trying to get to the elevator "no need to be rude." You heard Loki call out from behind you as you pushed the button hoping the elevator would get there faster. "Y/n, wait." Wanda yelled as the doors slid open "I'll see you tonight." You said pushing the button, the doors closing right before she made it. You took a deep breath closing your eyes, you knew what you needed to do, as hard as it would be it needed to be done.

You touched up your makeup in the rear view mirror, adding another layer of concealer over the dark rings under your eyes as you got out of your car smoothing your dress. "Alright, I can do this." You said walking towards the elevator. You picked at your nails as you rode up, you were going to miss this, miss wanda...but you knew it's what you needed to do. You heard the bass thumping from the ballroom as the doors opened, walking down the long hallway you walked in seeing the room filled with people you didn't know as you made your way to the bar. You waved the bartender over ordering a drink as nat walked over "Hey how are you?" She asked sitting on a stool next to you "fine...where's Tony?" You asked looking out into the room "over by the stage last time I saw him." She said sipping her drink "ok thanks." You said grabbing your drink as you headed towards the stage. "There you are." You said as you spotted him standing in the corner talking with Steve when someone's elbow came up knocking your drunk out of your hand gasping as the cold liquid splashed down the front of your dress.

"I'm so sorry!" You heard, looking up seeing Jill staring at you "let me grab some napkins." She said quickly rushing off as you pulled the material away from your skin. "What a shame." You heard Loki's deep timber next to you, looking up seeing his arms crossed as he looked down at you "loki." You said gritting you teeth as you glanced over seeing Tony still with Steve. "Ah, making sure the captain is here." Loki said making you look back at him "too bad he isn't wearing your favorite suit." He sneered making your eyebrows furrow "what are you talking about?" You snapped, tired of whatever this was "oh you know very well what I'm talking about, don't deny it." He said taking a step closer "loki, I really don't..." you were cut off by his hand rising "it matters not, he is welcome to you." He said looking you up and down "I wouldn't waste my time on a pathetic mortal anyway." He said looking back towards the bar.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach at his words "a pathetic mortal." You whispered feeling the sting in your eyes return "here, I got these." Jill said as she came back with a handful of napkins "thank you love, but I'm sure she is fine." Loki said grabbing her arm "ah reindeer games...y/n what happened?" Tony asked as he joined the commotion. You looked up at Loki his eyes cold "Tony, I quit." You said grabbing the napkins from Jill "thank you." You said quickly turning back towards the entrance "y/n wait." Tony said as he followed you "why are you quitting?" He asked as you made it to the elevator "I can't do this anymore, I can't be around..." you trailed off looking down the hall seeing Loki walk around the corner watching you "I just can't do this job anymore, I'm sorry Tony." You said as the doors slid open "what am I going to tell wanda?" He asked as you pushed the button "tell her I'm sorry." You said, your eyes meeting Loki's one last time as the doors slid shut.

You made it home, pulling your soiled dress off you jumped in the shower hearing your phone going off making you sigh. You finished cleaning your spilled drink off wrapping a towel around you as you walked out grabbing your phone from the nightstand seeing multiple missed calls and texts from wanda "Hey what happened?" "Was it Loki? I can stab him." You almost laughed at the last one as you typed your response "don't worry about it, I'm sorry wanda but I can't be there anymore, I hope your next assistant is better." You typed as you hit send before quickly turning your phone off unable to deal with her as you grabbed your pajamas, changing before you slipped into bed wishing the whole day was a nightmare.

It had been a week and you had spent the entire time in your pajamas, unable to bring yourself to put actual clothes on. You walked to the kitchen deciding to make some coffee before jumping onto your computer turning in more resumes when there was a knock at your door. Shaking your head you continued your task thinking it was wanda again trying to convince you to come back "I said no wanda." You whispered when another knock came, louder this time "y/n, may I please have a word?" Loki's voice made you freeze as he called out from the other side of the door. "What is he doing here?" You asked yourself peeking out of the kitchen to the front door "I will not go away until you speak to me." He said making you sigh "one second." You called out straightening out your sweatshirt and trying to pull your hair up as you walked to the door, grabbing the handle you took a deep breath as you opened it, seeing Loki in all his glory standing with his hands in his pockets "what do you want?" You asked crossing your arms.

"May I come in?" He asked as you didn't move "it will only take a moment...please." He said shifting back and forth "you have one minute." You said as you stepped aside letting him in before closing the door behing him "time starts now." You said crossing your arms "y/n, I'm an idiot." He said turning to face you "I...wanda had a word with me, well...several if im honest." He said rubbing his palms together "and she informed me a may have been sorely mistaken." He said looking down "about what exactly...thirty seconds." You said looking at the clock

"I heard your conversation that night...with wanda after the interviews." He said as he looked up "I was under the assumption the tall muscular mystery man was....rogers." He said as his eyes met yours "so, I did what I thought was best...since you clearly didn't feel the same way for me, I pushed you away." He said clearing his throat "wait...say that again." You said dropping your hands "that I pushed you away?" He asked taking a step back from you as you walked closer "no, before that." You said still advancing on him "t...that you didn't feel the same." He said running into the back of the couch "you...do you mean to tell me you..." you trailed off looking down "yes y/n, I like you...alot, I have for quite some time." He said making your eyes shoot back to his "your kind, funny, intelligent...how could I not?" He asked smiling "and when I thought your attentions were for rogers i...I felt as though my heart would break in two." He said fidgeting with his fingers

"I can never apologize enough for the things I said to you, how i spoke to you" he continued as you took another step closer, your hands reaching out to grab his when your eyes met, seeing his puffy and red "please believe from the bottom of my heart I am so sorry." He said lacing his fingers with yours "what about jill?" You asked loosening your grip when he squeezed your hands "I have told her that I have met someone, that i...." he trailed off clearing his throat "t..that I love." He said, his eyes searching yours "I understand if I have ruined what may have been, but I was hoping you may find it in your heart to allow me to court you?" He asked squeezing your hands tighter.

"On one condition Loki." You said looking up at him "anything, name it." He said pulling you towards him "loosen your grip." You whispered as he quickly looked down releasing your hands, your fingers a light blue making you laugh "norns I'm so sorry, I sometimes forget myself and..." you cut him off pressing a finger to his lips "it's ok Loki." You said seeing him smile "there is one other thing I must ask." He said rubbing your fingers "what's that?" You asked smiling "I have been told that if I do not bring you back to the tower with me I shall be disemboweled." He said making you laugh "so would you be willing to take up your old post and become Wanda's assistant again?" He asked as you looked up at him, his eyes hopeful "well, you need to be in one piece to go on a date." You laughed "yes that would be preferable." He laughed with you

"ok fine, but no more assuming ok?" You asked as he took a step closer, cupping your cheek in his large hand "no more assuming, I swear it." He said, his eyes darting to your lips and back "may we seal it with a kiss?" He asked licking his lips. "Weeellll, I suppose...." you were cut off by his lips capturing yours, your brain short circuiting as his arm wrapping around your back pulling you closer pressing your chest against his as your hands gripped his large shoulders. He pulled back slightly, your lips chasing his hearing him laugh "there will be plenty of time for that darling." He said pressing his forehead to yours "now, how about you go get ready and I'll take you to dinner." He said smiling at you as you stepped back walking towards your bedroom "and do hurry, If you take too long I may have to come in there." He said making you laugh

"well, I may need help finding my shampoo." You said turning around in your doorway winking. "Well what kind of gentleman would I be if I did not help a lady in distress?" He asked striding towards you "well I was hoping you might be...less then gentle." You purred trailing your fingers up the buttons of his shirt "whatever you...desire." He growled as you grabbed his hand pulling him into the room shutting the door behind him hoping your shower was big enough for two....

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Truth Or Dare

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Summary: The first contact you and Loki had made in weeks, since the falling out that fateful morning. A game of Truth or Dare makes you both confront your feelings. Suggested Song: "Do I Wanna Know" by The Arctic Monkeys Word Count: 2.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut adjacent/Mature, a game of truth or dare, a kiss between Reader and Steve Rogers. 😏

Pent-up days bled into lonely nights. You retreated into your room, save for mission briefings and assignments that Fury would send you too.

Your interactions with Loki had been civil. Not a word was spoken between you two that didn’t involve other people or the task at hand. And when you found yourself in each other’s company, alone, you would just leave the room.

What you didn’t see were the glances and the stares in your direction. Not Loki’s, but the team’s.

“They must’ve fucked,” Bucky whispered.

“Absolutely, they did,” Natasha confirmed.

“How do you know?” Steve asked. “You can’t know that.” The three of them were watching through the glass wall of the conference room. You were showing the new recruit, Wanda, around the common areas and Loki was watching you through side glances and narrowed eyes.

“Do you remember how he acted during poker night?” Bucky asked.

“Ya, he was a real piece of work. I thought we were gonna have to call HR or something the way he was coming on to her,” Steve spurned.

“Ya, and now…that stopped. He got over his infatuation.” Bucky observed.

“Or he wasn’t enough to satisfy her.” Natasha counteroffered. Both men looked at her quizzically. “I mean come on. Not once had she looked in his direction. She’s over him. But he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off her!” Natasha said proudly of you. Neither Steve nor Bucky could argue with her assessment.

You had just walked into your room when a loud knock came on your door. “Come in” you yelled across your apartment.

“Hey,” Nat said, walking in and sitting on your duvet. She eyed you up and down looking at your blouse and pencil skirt. “Did you just have a meeting?”

“Ya, with Fury.” You said, mid unbutton.

“Don’t get undressed yet. The rest of the team is on a mission again tonight. So, we thought we’d have a little movie night to welcome Wanda.”

“Oh, that’s nice. I think she would love that. I’m down,” you said excitedly.

“Great! Same crew as poker night.” Nat said getting up to leave.

“On second thought…”

“What?! What is it?” Nat asked running through a list of possible scenarios and conclusions in her head. “Oh my God, is it because of Laufeyson?”

“WHAT?! No! Why would you say that? Pfft…of course not!” You laughed. “Laufeyson? Why would I care? I don’t- I don’t care,” you prattled.

“You guys slept together, didn’t you?” She smirked, wanting confirmation of her earlier theory. You stayed quiet. Just staring at her, not knowing how to answer her question. It wasn’t like you were ashamed of it. It was just that it ended on a very sour note. “Your face says it all. Tell me everything!”

You sat there, telling her about the amazing night you had weeks ago. How you brazenly went to his room that night of the poker game and had your own game. But then you also told her about the following morning and how neither of you have really talked about it since.

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked with a Cheshire grin. “You really like him!” You groaned and flopped yourself on the bed, hiding underneath your pillows. “I honestly don’t see the problem. The man was packed! And if you’ve managed to ride it and leave it. More power to you.”

“Natasha!”

“What?! I remember the poker game. I remember him stripping!” she laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“How could I forget? He made a show about it in front of me when he could’ve easily just magicked his clothes off!”

“Look. Just come. Prove to him that you don’t care what he said to you. That it was a game for you too and nothing more. Right?”

“Right…” you agreed hesitantly.

You followed Nat down the hallway, praying to any powers-that-be that Loki wouldn’t show up. Wanda bound up to the two of you and she blocked your view of the common area. She was very excited about the movie, thanking Steve for letting her choose it. When she moved to sit, was when your eyes landed on the recliner across from you. Decked out in a fitted white shirt and loose black denim, sat Loki, with his arms crossed and legs open as if in invitation.

You sat on the couch to the other side of him, facing the other direction, pretending to be interested in the projector Bucky was trying to work out. Bucky smacked it a few times till the light flickered momentarily and then went black again.

“Why is this not working?!” Bucky raised his arm to hit it again before you and Vision stopped him.

“You know, I think we should play a little game to take our mind off things while those two try to fix the monitor,” suggested Natasha. “A little game of Truth or Dare, perhaps?” The game got your attention and you looked directly at the redhead, affixing your death stare to her pouty lips.

What are you up to? You mouthed to her. She ignored you completely and turned around. “Ooh, can I go first? I love this game!” Wanda asked bouncing excitedly. “I’ll start with Steve!”

“Awe why do you have to start with me?” He asked petulantly.

“Cuz you’re our fearless leader. So lead!” Natasha pushed. Steve only rolled his eyes.

“Truth or dare?” Wanda asked.

Steve lowered his head down in defeat, smiling, trying to be a good sport. “Dare,” he said to the resounding oohs and aahs from the group.

“I dare you to demonstrate the best kiss you’ve ever had.” Wanda smiled innocently at the heckles and jabs thrown in Steve’s direction. Although, you got the feeling that she was hiding more than she was letting on.

“What? Like in the air?” Steve proceeds to pucker his lips and kiss an imaginary person in front of him.

“No! OK, that’s… kind of gross!” Everyone laughed.

“How ‘bout on her!” Nat interrupted, pointing to you as she sat back and smiled, watching the whole thing play out.

Heat ran down your back as you looked at Steve. He gave you a boyish, heartwarming smile that almost took your breath away. You watched as he got up and made his way over to you. Did everything just go in slow motion? He lifted your chin to face him. “May I?” he asked so sweetly, and you nodded in response. With bright blue eyes shut, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was soft at first. He gently sucked on your upper lip and splayed his hands open, cupping your cheek. You had missed this. The closeness. The intimacy.

You missed him!

You started thinking about Loki and the few erotically charged moments you spent with him. You moaned at Steve’s touch, imagining it was Loki you were kissing. Steve took that as a sign to tilt his head and his tongue dove in further. It slid across yours, sending a tingling sensation down to your core.

Natasha watched Loki. As Loki watched you. The scowl on his face getting deeper and deeper as you clung to Steve tighter and tighter. Steve pulled away slowly, as he breathed out. You didn’t realize you were holding tight to his lapels, on your tippy toes, keeping him close to you.

“Ok. My turn!” Steve smiled and turned around abruptly as if he hadn’t given you one memorable kiss. You stood there stunned into place, slowly turning to face away from Loki. Steve looked at Natasha to exact his revenge. “Natasha. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” She answered confidently.

“Have you ever fantasized about anyone in this room, intimately?”

“Yes.” She answered and Bucky’s ears picked up, looking at the deadly assassin through his side eyes.

“Who?!” Steve asked aloud.

“Fixed!” Bucky yelled as the monitor came to life.

“One more before the movie starts.” Nat turned to you and asked you with wild eyes and a mischievous grin. “Truth or dare?”

You took a deep breath and sighed, “Dare.” Nat’s grin got even wider as she walked up to you and whispered her dare in your ear.

“Oh come on! We all want to hear it!” Wanda said. Your eyes turned wide and the expression on your face dropped when Natasha pulled away.

“Go on. You have to do it! You chose dare.” She goaded you. You narrowed your eyes at her as you started making your way over to Loki on his lone recliner. His arms were still folded, and his legs were still open.

The confusion on his face was telling. It got even more concerned when you turned around and sat directly on his lap. Loki held his arms in the air, unsure of what to do or where to put them. “Excuse me?!” he finally said.

The room looked at both of you, chuckling and awe-faced. Nat looked like she had won a match that you were unwittingly a player in.

“Just go with it, okay?” you whispered to Loki.

“Go with what? Why are you sitting on my lap?” Loki bellowed.

“Shh! The movie is starting,” Natasha scolded the both of you, turning around with a self-satisfying grin. The audacity! The fucking nerve of this woman! You were going to pay her back somehow. You didn’t know where or how, but one day! Best friend be damned! Maybe you’ll reveal who she’s been having fantasies about. Maybe you’ll hide all her guns. Yeah! And her stun bracers too!

Loki placed his hands on the armrest. He was euphoric at the turn of events. But highly confused as to what the dare was to make you sit on his lap. How long will he have? Are you going to sit here for the entire movie? Can he touch you? Norns how he longed to touch you! It’s been weeks since that awful morning. And every time he tried to talk to you, you would leave the room. Or there were more pressing matters at hand.

His pride and confidence left him the morning you left his bed. He thought he made it very clear how in love with you he was. But you either didn’t believe him or you were just playing a game with him.

He didn’t know how to approach you anymore. But one thing is for certain, if you keep moving the way you were, he would have to excuse himself immediately.

“Stop moving!” he ordered.

“I can’t help it. You’re not exactly comfortable to sit on.” You whisper-growled back at him.

“That’s not what it looked like a couple weeks back. I seem to recall you enjoyed sitting on my lap.” Without warning, Loki grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his frame. Seating you right in between his open legs. Right on the cushion of the seat. “Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said begrudgingly. “Thank you.”

“Always a pleasure, darling.”

The first half hour of the movie was hard to follow. Every breath Loki would take, any small movement he would make, you felt it right behind you. You sat perfectly stiff. Your back, like a ruler, not wanting to give in to his warmth and comfort.

As the movie progressed, you tried to make the best of your awkward situation. The team had settled and forgotten about the two of you in the back of the room. You yourself got lost in the dramatic plot of the movie. All too soon, your arms grew tired. You relaxed them onto the armrest, forgetting that they were already occupied by Loki’s. You tried to relax them to your sides but were met with his thighs on either side of you.

Loki didn’t seem fazed by any of it. His breathing was even. His heartbeat was steady as a drum, albeit thumping loudly and hard behind you. The only tell he gave away was the movement of his head next to yours. His quick inhale of breath as he surreptitiously smelled the perfume of your hair.

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? A lifetime, since you’ve felt his touch. And here you are now, sitting on his lap, hoping that the growing hardness you felt behind you is what you think it is and not just his belt buckle.

“Truth or dare, darling?” Loki whispered in your ear, breaking his resolve.

“Loki, I’m tired of these games. I don’t-”

“Truth? Or dare?” he insisted. You gave out a big sigh and rolled your eyes, knowing he could see your expression. You looked around at your team, engrossed in the movie.

“They can’t hear us as long as you whisper,” Loki said answering your unspoken question.

“Truth.” You answered him.

“Really?” he asked surprised.

“Well, a dare got me into this mess,” you reasoned.

“What was Natasha’s dare?” Of all the things he could’ve asked you. You didn’t think he would be too curious, but it was also the one answer that would leave you too vulnerable.

“She dared me to-”

“Sit on my lap?”

“No!” A beat was taken before you had the courage to say what you needed to.

“What did she say, verbatim?”

“Her exact words were…to sit with the person I had feelings for…for the entire movie,” you whispered.

Heat crawled up your spine. You can feel your embarrassment radiate through your clothes and add to the heat that Loki was giving off. You felt so flushed and nervous that you started rambling. “And you had taken up the entire space with your long legs. Clearly, there was nowhere else for me to sit but your lap. I mean honestly. It was almost as if you didn’t want anyone sitting next to you. What’s the point in coming to these group exercises if you don’t intend to be amiable? I-”

“Shh,” Loki said putting his finger to your lips. “Keep your voice down, darling. Or else my enchantment will fail.” You looked around at your teammates who were still engrossed in the movie.

He pulled you closer to the chair, flushed against his firm chest. His large hand cradled your stomach while his other fingers continued to explore your lips. They tickled you as he ran them gingerly, tracing your cupid’s bow down to the soft pout of your bottom lip. He kept his stare at your mouth, lost in thought.

“Dare me, darling.” He whispered.

“That’s not how the game works, Loki,” you smiled.

“Dare me to kiss you. Please.” His plea took you by surprise. Desire wrapped around the two of you. Squeezing the air from both your lungs, leaving you wanting.

Breathlessly you said, “I dare you to kiss me Lo-” You hadn’t finished your sentence before his lips hungrily descended on yours. His hand cupped your cheek and kept your head to his. Your hands intertwined with his and he held on to you tighter.

Loki’s kiss was deep and demanding. There was a sense of urgency to it as if he was running out of time and he had yet to get his fill of you. He pulled away briefly to breathe but his appetite only grew. He needed to kiss you. He needed to touch you. Everywhere.

With his eyes closed, his lips found your neck and artfully marked your skin. His hands flew to the buttons of your shirt, opening them one by one as you laid your head back onto his shoulders. You gave in to him. Into his touch. His hands reached inside and cupped your breast, making you moan.

A well-timed explosion happened in the movie that you and Loki had already disregarded. It pulled your attention away from his yearning, giving you logic long enough to remember where you were.

“Loki…” you whimpered. He ignored your cries and was lost in his own spiral. “Loki I…I need you. But not here. Not in front of everyone.”

“Why not in front of everyone? That way Rogers knows what a proper kiss looks like,” he growled. His jealousy made you titter. “Let me wipe that moment out of your memories. Let me replace it with my lips.” He grabbed your chin and kissed you again with no regard for keeping it quiet. His entire body shook with emotion. Longing, jealousy, dominance.

“I was thinking of you,” you admitted panting onto his lips. “I was imagining I was kissing you.”

Loki stared into your eyes as he let that information swirl in his thoughts. His growing smile sent shivers throughout your body. You felt carnal pleasure in knowing you had pleased him somehow.

His voice changed. His eyes had grown darker. He inhaled through his teeth as he praised you, “That’s my girl,” he snarled. His hands continued to roam underneath your blouse. His fingers pinched your aching nipples through the lace of your bra, sending you jolts of pleasure down to your already heated sex. “Are you going to continue being a good girl for me?”

You nodded devotedly. “Good,” Loki growled, fighting to keep his desire at bay. “I want you to go to my room and wait for me on my bed. Can you do that for me, pet?”

You moaned when he nipped your jaw gently waiting for you to answer. You slowly got up, feeling the rush of your excitement pool down into your panties. You walked slowly, trying not to get the attention of the others, as you snuck behind the chair where Loki was sitting.

“Oh and pet…” he whispered grabbing your hand gently. “…Don’t think of running away to make me chase you like last time. Unless,” spreader bar “You’d like to be cuffed and barred again.” He smiled, daring you.

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A/N: Requests from three anons! This Imagine is smutty… optionally! There will be a hyphen to indicate it. So if you’d like some fluffy Loki only, you can stop reading there! If you want some smutty action, keep reading! Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 2564 Warnings: pure fluff, (optionally) smut, anxiety, period sex

You knew when you woke up that morning that this day was going to suck. Cramps tormented you from the moment you opened your eyes. When you hurried to Loki’s washing chambers—ignoring how your vision went black for a moment from jumping up so fast—you reached the toilet just in time to avoid further damage.

A small trickle of red already ran down your inner thighs, making you sigh. You cursed.

Loki was already up and about, of course, you appreciated how he let you sleep in when he had to act on his kingly duties. Right now, however, you were even gladder you were alone so you could sulk and pity yourself in peace. Stupid period, stupid cramps, stupid uterus!

If there was one thing you had not thought about upon moving to Asgard with Loki, it was the fact that you were a menstruating individual. And now that meant that you hadn’t thought of bringing pads and tampons with you.

Cursing once more, you cleaned yourself up and got dressed, using a small hand towel to prevent any damage to your underwear until the maid arrived to clean Loki’s chambers—surely, she had a solution for you. Until then, you would have to find the man in question to help you relieve your pain. He had done it before. Loki knew a spell that could ease your pain as if it was nothing.

Heading outside, the hallways were quiet for a while, leaving you alone with your footsteps echoing through the palace. You knew the way by now and even though it could feel rather lonely at times to release Loki to do his job and be… well, king, you were happy to have agreed to life in a different realm, with him. If only, however, that would stop those nagging thoughts you harboured in the back of your mind and that you never quite managed to switch off. Mean little voices in your head making you question why Loki would choose you over all those beautiful Asgardian women you had met since your arrival. You were nowhere near as powerful, nowhere near as beautiful as them, no? You certainly had no special, otherworldly skills and you were not immortal. With Loki’s reputation as a Trickster and Deceiver, you hated yourself for sometimes asking yourself if he truly loved you as he claimed… or if you were but a funny joke to him.

The fact that you were on your period right now didn’t exactly help with that sentiment and made you all the more emotional towards your current situation.

It wasn’t until you moved around the corner only a few more turns away from the throne room that you suddenly heard a couple of female voices. A group of women, presumably chatting sitting on one of the broad window sills near the ground. Your heart dropped the closer you got and picked up on what they were saying.

“He hasn’t even gotten engaged to her yet anyway. I say she’s hardly queen material. I bet she’s just a plaything for him. I mean, please… a human queen for Asgard? She’ll be dead before our kids hit puberty. What could she possibly contribute to the Aesir community? To this entire realm?”

That stung. More than you would have liked to admit. If you knew a different way to the throne room, you would have turned on your heels now. But you didn’t. You had to get past these gossiping witches.

“Have you seen her?” They continued as you approached them. “She doesn’t fit Asgardian garments at all. She isn’t even exceptionally pretty. I just don’t understand why he would prefer her over me.” What? Who was this woman? Your heart skipped a beat, the woman in question finally in sight—and of course, she was stunning. They all froze when they spotted you, except for her. She only raised an eyebrow at you.

“Can I help you?” She asked. There was no need to answer, really. Perhaps it was your period that made you snap.

“Yes. I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking about me behind my back so poorly. At least make sure I don’t know of it, that’s the whole point. And don’t think for one second that Loki won’t hear of this,” you threatened, hurrying away before she could respond to you—or catch a glimpse of the tears in your eyes.

But it was a lie. You wouldn’t tell Loki of this. What could he possibly do about it? Or worse… he might realise that they’re right about you… that you’re just a silly little mortal not worthy of his time and affection.

Swallowing thickly, you sneaked into the throne room, the sound of Loki’s smooth voice instantly calming your nerves. He was talking to a farmer, discussing crops and prices you knew nothing about. As soon as he caught sight of you, however, his entire demeanour changed, yet he remained composed.

“Are you quite content with this temporary solution?” He asked the farmer.

“More than happy, my king. Thank you,” he responded. He bowed and then left the throne room. Once he was out the door, Loki turned to you, waving you towards him with a smile. It was hard to reciprocate it with those stupid cramps.

“Leave us for a moment,” he told the guards who nodded mutely and then left the room as well. You approached him, allowing him to drag you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

“Good morning, pet…” he mused, stealing a kiss.

“Morning…”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?” Butterflies awakened in your belly when he brushed a streak of your hair behind your ear. Of course, Loki would notice instantly that you were not feeling well.

“I was wondering if you could do that spell again? Like you did when I had a headache?”

“Are you in pain? Where?”

“Period cramps,” you murmured.

Loki raised his eyebrows. “I see…” Without questioning you any further, he put his palm against your lower stomach. Your entire body tingled when he enchanted you, willing the pain away. You let out a sigh of relief, leaning your forehead against his.

“Thank you…”

The tears in your eyes still did not want to disappear. So you closed them, hoping that Loki would not notice. But of course, the God of Mischief was incredibly perceptive. He frowned at you.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

You quickly shook your head. “No. I mean… no, nothing happened, not really. I guess I’m just overly anxious and emotional today, is all.”

Loki took a deep breath. “We can talk about it in my chambers later. Wait for me there and rest. I will ask the maid to bring you something to eat in the meantime. No need to head to the dining room for breakfast.”

You nodded, too tired of your feelings to protest—not that you wanted to. Obeying your Asgardian boyfriend, you gave him one last passionate kiss and then returned to his chambers. You asked the maid for some… products for your circumstances and she returned with reusable underwear that unlike period underwear from Earth would absorb both the blood and the smell to the point you could wear them for a few days straight.

With the pain gone, some snacks, and some of Loki’s books, you crawled back into bed once the maid was gone and passed the time by reading more about the realm you had moved to. Normally, Loki retired when the sun began to set.

Needless to say, you were hence surprised when shortly after noon, you heard him enter his chambers to find you in the bedroom area.

“Tell me what happened.” It was the first thing he said when he entered his chambers, concern spread on his face. He had returned a lot earlier than usual today. Part of you beamed that it was because he had been thinking about you, the other was still drowning in feelings you did not want. Stupid, stupid period!

“N-nothing happened,” you lied. Fuck this. You could already feel the tears burning in your eyes as you spoke. Loki sat down on the bed, joining you. His armour vanished to give way for more comfortable clothing. You shivered when he spoke your name.

“Oh, nothing. I overheard a group of Asgardian girls gossiping about me this morning. One of them even said you’d be better off choosing her over me.”

Loki sighed. “Hmm… was she blonde? Green eyes?”

“Y-yeah?”

“That was Amora. We used to be… romantically engaged… but that was a very long time ago. She is an Enchantress, I only still keep her around the palace because of her skills. What did she say?”

He spoke about her with such indifference in his voice that it gave you hope. You still didn’t want to tell him. So why were the words spilling from your mouth regardless?

“Did she insult you?”

“Not directly but… Loki, what if they’re right?”

“About what?”

“I’m just a mortal. I’m not special. I don’t have any special powers and I can’t even help you with all that king business that keeps you so occupied. See, when Thor found Jane, she became a second Thor and I’m not even…” You swallowed thickly, noticing now how the tears ran over your hot cheeks. “I’m not even as beautiful as your ex-girlfriend. As any of them. Why on Earth would you choose me over any of them?” You choked out, the last couple of syllables swallowed by an attack of sobs.

For a brief moment, it almost seemed like Loki didn’t know what to do with you. Then, however, he did what helped you the most. He wrapped you in his arms and held you until you had calmed down again.

“Why would you think such a thing? If anything…” He paused. “If anything I should be worried if you should be with me after all I’ve done to your planet. And still, you chose to trust me. You are right. You are not as beautiful as them,” he said, pulling you close to him. “You are more beautiful.”

He smirked at you then—mischievously. “And it seems I’ll have to prove it to you,” he purred. You laughed when he tickled your sides, scaring away the last of your tears.

“Loki, I’m… still on my period, you know.”

The God of Mischief frowned. “Are you still in pain?”

“No but… I mean… I’m bleeding out of my vagina, that’s usually where your cock goes.”

You almost chuckled when he tilted his head. “You make it sound like that is going to stop me from ravishing you. Hmm, I know exactly what to do with you to make you feel better…” He promised.

Gasping, you looked at him for a second. “I mean… I guess I don’t mind the blood if you don’t. But we should, um… put a towel or something over the sheets so we don’t soil them?”

That was a new one. You had never had sex on your period before but then again… there was nothing to be worried about, no? You were not in pain and technically, you couldn’t see the blood until he pulled out again to get you both cleaned up, right? Besides, Loki was a skilled sorcerer. He could make that blood vanish from your sight as soon as you were done with your fun.

“Tell me, my love… would you like it sweet and slow or rough and hard?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. Fuck, when he talked to you like that…

“Be gentle with me today,” you responded quietly, playing along.

“Hmm… with pleasure, pet.” He pushed you back on the bed, spreading your legs so he could move between them. He was quick to get rid of your green dress and your underwear, lifting your naked behind to stuff the towel you had been using earlier underneath it.

You had to admit, the thought of him seeing any blood down there did make you feel a little self-conscious. It was so easy for a woman to not feel clean during that time of the month. Loki, however, paid little attention to whatever state he found you in.

There was greed sparkling in his blue eyes when he licked his lips, his expression darkening. He hovered above you like a predator about to devour its prey, demanding a passionate kiss and as your tongues fought a battle neither of you was willing to lose, Loki got his own clothes out of the way.

A moan escaped your lips as soon as you felt his bare skin against yours, his muscles dancing as he moved even closer, releasing your lips to let you catch your breath. His mouth was all over your neck by the time you felt his hardening member pressing against your entrance. You were unsure whether you were wet from his kinky promises already or because of your menstruation but you didn’t want to think about it.

You wrapped your arms around him when he slowly guided himself inside you, claiming you inch by inch until he was deeply sheathed inside of you. His quiet grunts sent lightning bolts of pleasure through you, the sensation of him filling you stealing your breath away every single time.

Loki’s gaze was so incredibly loving and affectionate that you feared you would melt on the bed. Taking his time, he retreated and then plunged himself back inside of you, falling into a steady rhythm. He fucked you passionately but gently, as you had asked, all the while his hands went on a quest to explore your revealed skin, fondling your breasts, stroking your cheek, or merely holding hands with you.

Loki knew your body better than you did by now. He knew exactly what turned you on, how to get you there fast. Soon, his fingers were playing with your clit relentlessly, his slow and passionate thrusts never ceasing.

You whimpered, hovering on that cloud of pleasure shortly before the fall.

“Come for me, pet…” You heard Loki whisper against your lips, luring you closer to the edge. Moaning his name when you came, you pulsed around his length, pleasure coursing through you and filling every single one of your cells. And just like that, your remaining discomfort from your period was all but forgotten for the moment.

Loki leaned his forehead against yours, giving you enough time to ride out your orgasm before he continued stroking, hungry for his own release now. You urged him on by digging your nails into his back, planting kisses on his bare shoulders.

Eventually, Loki came with an animalistic growl, his blue eyes closed and his thin lips parted. You could feel him spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls. Once he had stilled and collapsed on top of you, you sighed, hugging him like a teddy bear.

You could feel him soften inside of you, yet when he attempted to move to take his weight off of you, you held him even tighter.

“No… stay,” you murmured, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Are you feeling better now, my love?”

You nodded weakly. “Much better. I love you, Loki.”

Your name rolled off his lips like a song. “And I love you.”

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