#loki odinson one-shot

[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #sam wilson #steve rogers #clint barton #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfiction #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #bruce banner #wanda maximoff

[lokisgoodgirl]

Delayed Gratification [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)

You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.

“Gosh, you really are nervous.” you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Loki’s crisp shirt as he straightened.

Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.

“So how long is a long time, exactly?” you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.

“Since Asgard.” he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.

“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.

Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.

Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.

“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"

“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.

“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.

You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.

He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”

A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.

He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.

Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.

“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.

Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.

“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.

“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.

You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.

Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.

“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”

His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.

Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.

You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.

“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.

“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.

A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.

“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”

You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.

“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”

Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”

“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”

“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.

He cleared his throat, back straightening.

“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”

“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.

The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.

“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”

He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.

“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”

Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.

“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.

"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”

You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.

With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.

“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.

Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”

Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.

Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.

“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.

Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.

He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.

Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.

“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.

“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.

He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.

“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”

Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.

Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.

Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.

He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.

“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.

You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.

In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.

“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.

“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”

Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close

Tags

@gigglingtigger @meowmeow-motherfucker @muddyorbsblr @imalovernotahater @avengersalways @littledark11 @lokikissesmyforehead @simplyholl @fictive-sl0th @thedistractedagglomeration @loveroflokiforpoeticjustice @coldnique @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @vbecker10 @imalovernotahater @thomase1 @morriggannlostinfandoms @marygoddessofmischief @sebstanwhore @glitchquake @peacefulpianist @maple-seed @yelkmelk @wheredafandomat @mistress-ofmagic @infinitystoner @goblingirlsarah @ozymdias @peaches1958 @your-taste-on-my-lips @lokidokieokie @kikster606 @peachyjinx @tbhiddlestan83 @trickster-maiden @skymoonandstardust @justjoanne242 @ladyofthestayingpower @wolfmoonmusic @brittbax @smolvenger @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @kaleenjackson @fictional-hooman @psychospore @littlespaceyelf @kats72

#loki x reader #loki smut #lokismut #loki laufeyson #loki x reader smut #loki x you #loki x female reader smut #loki imagine #loki odinson #loki x yn smut #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson smut #loki fanfiction #loki odinson x reader #loki one shot #loki oneshot #loki marvel #loki laufeyson x reader #sub loki #sub!loki

[layla4567]

I don't trust you

TVA!Loki x Hunter!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are Hunter A9 and you work alongside Hunter B15. When Loki arrives at the TVA you seem reluctant to trust him but Mobius assures you that he is not as bad as he seems.

Warnings: smut with plot, p in v, biting, unprotect sex, fingering, (reader is not a virgin but she thinks so because they erased her memory), mirror sex kinda, overstimulation i think, enemies to lovers trope, fight, angst (mentions of Loki's past), death (mention of Frigga's death), Loki being a brat, teasing, not proofread

A/N: This takes place in season 1 of course. You can watch this video of a a fight training to see where I got inspiration from

WC: 6k (oops!)

You walked through the halls of the TVA together with your partner B-15. Both had been informed of an alert, a variant had been admitted to headquarters and was waiting in a room along with Mobius. Your job as a hunter, like many others, consisted of pruning the variants of the timelines to preserve the timeline intact, you were loyal to your job and you did it without mercy. That's why you were surprised that even that variant has not been pruned

"I don't understand why the variant is still here and what do we have to do with all this"-you muttered under your breath, chewing the words with visible annoyance.

"I don't like any of this either, but Mobius will have his reasons"-said b-15 next to you

They continued walking, marching in a military style until they reached the room where Mobius and that guy were. In the middle there was an orange projector and Agent Mobius was sitting in front of a man with short black hair with his arms crossed. Even though he was sitting down, you could tell that he was tall, he had a frown on his face and looked around skeptically. You noticed that he had that collar on his neck where you could control him with the tempad, good, that would make things easier. Mobius, upon noticing the presence of the two of you, stood up and approached you with an outstretched arm, introducing you.

"Loki, they are hunter B-15 and hunter A-9. A-9, B-15, he is Loki Laufeyson"

"That's great, let's see if they can get me out of here."-Loki said with poisonous sarcasm.

You stood straight and firm with your chin raised showing defiance and threat. You had never let any variant, no matter how dangerous it seemed, scare you, fear was for the weak. Always show courage in the face of the enemy, never show fear, that would only make you look like easy prey. Your face and that of your fellow hunter showed displeasure and anger while Loki's showed contempt and little desire to want to be there.

To end the tension that had been installed and that seemed like it could be cut with a knife, Mobius clarified things.

"I know this looks bad, I know. But I have a hunch, I think Loki could help us find the other variant"

B-15 let out a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief, you just felt your body boil and the frown on your face deepened. This was not how things were done in the TVA, you couldn't break the rules, this would cause a lot of problems.

"Mobius, that variant should be pruned right now and sent into the void!! That's how things work, we're not playing cops and robbers"-you spat with your lips trembling with anger

Mobius looked at the ground in silence, meditating on his words while Loki looked at you with arrogance, which made your blood boil even more. You could barely contain yourself. Who did he think he was? Before a catastrophe could happen, Mobius returned to the attack.

"Please give me this chance, just this one. I have reason to believe that the other variant that is on the loose is a variant of Loki, we know that he is much more cunning and threatening than him but with Loki at our side we can face him"

When Loki heard that he jumped from his seat, offended, pointing a finger at Mobius.

"Hey! How dare you? You have no idea what I'm capable of doing."

Then he approached him defiantly and you took a step forward with your hand about to draw your staff but B-15 stopped you by the arm and Mobius simply pressed a button on his timepad and Loki returned to the place where he was before, falling clumsily to the ground, Snorting angrily, he tossed his hair back and gave Mobius a murderous look.

"A-9 is right, why should we trust him? He doesn't even seem to want to cooperate."

Mobius gave a long sigh before continuing.

"Look, I know you don't trust Loki, but you trust me, right? So I beg you to let me try, just give me a few minutes to try to persuade him. I'll take care of it, he will be in my custody."

You looked at B-15 who gave you an unconvinced look, then you looked at Loki with displeasure and then you looked at Mobius again, he seemed really desperate and he was expecting an affirmative response from you, you felt sorry for him. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath.

"It's okay, if it's that important to you… but at any sign of bad behavior you know I'll prune him."-you said, feeling your staff while Loki raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes of course. I promise it won't cause any problems."

Mobius really seemed happy and relieved to have let him continue trying to reach some fruitful point with that odious variant, you didn't see what was special about it but anyway, you trusted Mobius, you knew he had a good sixth sense to read people and feel compassion. by them. The same couldn't be said about you, you preferred to stick to the rules and follow them. You and your partner left the room, leaving them alone.

"Alright, Loki, what do you think we do a review of your greatest hits?"

Mobius turned on the projector and Loki's bruised face appeared on the screen with several cuts on his forehead and nose, he was lying on the floor of Stark tower. It was the battle of New York, of course. Loki looked away from the screen feeling humiliated while Mobius seemed to enjoy it taking a sip from his can with a smile.

"Why show me this? I already know what happened, I was there."-He said with a hand on his forehead, grumpy.

"I just want to understand why you do what you do."

"You're lying.."

"No, I mean it. I want to know what drives you to act"

"Ah, I see"

Loki rose from his seat, circling like a vulture while placing his hands on his hips, looking at the ceiling with growing impatience.

"This is nothing more than a vile trick, an illusion created by the weak to instill fear, believing they are the owners of the place with great power over time"

"We are"

"No, I make my own decisions, I choose my own destiny, not you."-Loki said putting emphasis on the "I"

"Ok whatever you say, but I think you'll want to see this."

Mobius pressed the button again and a Loki with his horned helmet and a scepter with a bright blue gem on it was projected onto the wall. He spoke with great intimidation and proclaimed that the people should bow before him.

"That's what I mean! I'm so close to claiming what's mine! And it will be because I decided that way and not because this stupid place or whatever this is allowed it-"

Mobius quickly interrupted Loki "Ah, ah, ah, I'm not done yet."

The agent pressed the button again and now the image showed Loki going to a cell in Asgard and his mother Frigga. Surprise and confusion appeared on Loki's face, the images continued to pass and Loki saw his own mother arguing with his other self, he approached slowly and silently towards the screen.

"This is not true, this never happened"

"Not yet, look, the TVA not only knows your entire past, it also knows your future and this is what had to happen if you didn't take the tesseract."

Now the screen showed Frigga immobilized by a dark elf, without warning the elf thrust a sword into Frigga's back, mortally wounding her. Terror spread across Loki's face as he stepped back, trying to process what he had just seen.

"This is a trick…"-he said in a broken whisper

"No, no and no. This is what was supposed to happen, that's how the sacred timeline wanted it."

"It's a lie! You're lying!"-Loki's voice cracked with pain as tears wet his eyes.

"Oh so your mother being dead is a lie too?"

Loki tensed his jaw showing his teeth as he lunged at Mobius who with a quick movement of his hand took the tempad out of his pocket and returned Loki to his place, he fell on his butt.

"Do you really like causing pain? Do you enjoy hurting people? Because it seem like you were made for that"

Loki clenched his teeth to keep from letting the tears escape. Mobius extended his hand helping him up.

"I'm sorry, but that's how things work here."

Before Loki could say anything the doors opened and you appeared with your uniform and your characteristic frown. something bad had happened

"Are you done with the variant?"-You said with a contemptuous tone.

"Not yet, why do you come to interrupt?"

"We need you now, something serious happened"-you said, looking askance at Loki.

"Ugh not again.. Loki I'll be right back, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone"

You and Mobius walked out of the room through the hallways to talk alone while leaving Loki unsupervised. You walked in a hurry with more bad temper than usual while Mobius followed you closely like a dog. When you both made sure that no one could hear you, you turned around abruptly, startling him.

"Mobius we cannot afford more interruptions, something must be done with that variant"

"But why? We were making great progress and-"

"We have lost another unit!" - you exclaimed aggressively.

Mobius suddenly fell down, realizing the seriousness of the matter. You looked down, deciding what to say.

"I know I promised you I would give you a chance but you are compromising my work. We need to prune that variant.."

Mobius put a hand to his mouth thoughtfully. You didn't want to let your friend down, but there were more serious matters to worry about with this Loki guy, and if Mobius didn't let you do what you did best, the entire TVA would explode into chaos and you would lose your job. He was putting you between a rock and a hard place and you had to make the right decision, which is always the most difficult.

"Okay, you're right, I'll see what to do with him in the meantime, show me where the unit's casualties have been. Just let me talk to him first."

You nodded, sighing, but your patience was running out. Mobius sensed that, so he quickly returned to where Loki was. But when he opened the door he saw no one. He quickly looked for his tempad and realized that he didn't have it, of course, he had left it on the table before leaving and Loki took it.

"Son of a.."

Meanwhile, Loki, with the use of the tempad, was able to escape from the room and appeared in the hallways ready to leave that infernal place once and for all. He walked confused, trying to get his bearings and hiding without being seen.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Your eyes wanted to pop out of your sockets while your jaw tensed and you clenched your fists in anger, so hard that you felt the burning sting of your nails digging into your flesh. Mobius tried to reassure you by repeating that Loki couldn't have gone far. You didn't want to hear it, now the variant was out there because of him and that's how you let him know.

"Well in theory if you hadn't interrupted us…"

"Are you kidding me?!"

B-15 hearing the news asked the exact details, you furiously explained how Mobius had let Loki escape, he put his hands in his pockets looking down embarrassed saying it was an accident. The B-15 hunter quickly gathered several hunters and they separated into groups.

"Ok, Mobius you are coming with me and you A-9 are going with-"

"Alone. Understood."-you said activating your cane

"No wait, don't go!"

You were already running when B-15 shouted the order to you. You could do this alone, you didn't need anyone, you would take care of that annoying variant once and for all as you should have done from the beginning. Mobius was too innocent and easily trusted others, but not you. With your pruning stick ready in your hand, gripping it tightly, you marched with long, hurried steps through the halls of the TVA looking for the damned one.

"Where are you you damn bastard..."

You continued walking through the wide hallways of the great place, looking for him everywhere. You turned your head to the side and saw him. Finally. Loki was going to enter the offices. With a predatory and threatening look you ran towards him

"Hey!! Stop there!"

Loki turned around, making his curls fly like black whips. His eyes narrowed and a mischievous smile threatened to appear at the corners, he was studying you. With sure steps he moved away from the door and stood tall with his arms on his hips.

"You've come this far, variant" - you said, spinning the cane between your fingers.

Loki let out an airy laugh.

"Oh, I'm so scared"-he said ironically without stopping looking at you- "By the way, you're the pretty girl who was with the other hunter. What was her name? B-15, right?"

Your piercing gaze was still fixed on him, you didn't want to let your guard down even because of those cheap flattery that were coming out of his mouth. You were not an easy girl given to bending her arm

"Enough talk"

You brandished your staff and moved in to attack. Your arm delivered an accurate blow towards his face with the back of the staff that made Loki turn his face to the side, making his hair fly. You wasted no time and pushed your other arm with your fist going directly to his face but he composed himself and blocked your blow with the back of his arm, you raised your leg to kick him but he ducked and kicked you in the stomach sending you backwards. You fell with your hands resting on the floor, you looked at him just as he sat up slightly, throwing his hair back. Small strands of unruly hair stuck to your forehead and you stood up agitated without giving up yet. With even more fury you grabbed your cane and hit him in the stomach, he grabbed you from behind, immobilizing you with a key on your neck.

"I didn't know you could fight so well, I like that"-Loki gasped, breathing exhausted but with a smile on his face.

You squirmed, grunting, under his arm but he held you firmly.

"Maybe after this you can teach me a move or two."

You decided that you had had enough and you elbowed him hard in the ribs. Loki, growling, released you from his grip and bent over, clutching his stomach, which you took advantage of to raise and put your leg over his nape. Surprised, Loki stood up, you wrapped your other leg over his neck, to which he held them, trying to get you off of him, but you quickly turned your trunk and with the strength of your thighs, you sent him to the ground, pushing him hard. Loki did a somersault and stayed there lying on the floor on his back with a grimace of pain clenching his teeth. You stood up with ease with your cane ready to prune him.

"What do you think of a move like that?"

With two hands you held the cane and a smile filled your lips, you bit and lightly sucked your lower lip with satisfaction, you would finally put an end to all your problems by making him disappear. You got dangerously close to Loki who was leaning on his elbows with a pitiful moan, you raised your arms, raising the staff to collide with Loki when a voice behind you froze you.

"There you are!"

You turned around in surprise and saw Mobius and B-15 along with other hunters running towards you. You lowered the cane towards your waist line, looking at Loki in frustration. You were so close. Mobius came to your side to see the scene, Loki was lying on the floor breathing heavily and your forehead was sweaty and you held the staff in your hands until it hurt.

"Looks like you two had fun."

You rolled your eyes as Mobius helped Loki up. You reluctantly deactivated your cane, missing the opportunity to prune him. Again

"My congratulations to your unit team. You have soldiers who hit hard"-Loki said still in pain but with a lopsided smile.

You looked at him wanting to gut him, did he still have the energy to joke? Mobius giggled until he met your angry face and turned serious.

"Listen Loki, we don't have time, something happened and I need your help, you have to come with me yes or yes. I won't take no for an answer. If not, you already know what will happen if you don't cooperate."-He said pointing at you with his thumb.

Loki looked at you, narrowing his eyes, meditating, he did so for a few long seconds, it seemed like he was trying to enter your soul. Loki understood that if he didn't go with Mobius and you he would find himself on the ground with bruises again, but you sensed that he didn't dislike that idea and you wondered why.

"Fine"-Loki finally said

"Perfect! Come, you have to change your clothes, now you're an agent."

Mobius took Loki away, placing a hand on his back, the variant turned around but his gaze remained on you until they were far enough away for you to leave his field of vision. You and B-15 left the hallways, preparing to go to the place where the last hunters had been. While they walked at a safe pace, Hunter B-15 gave you suspicious glances but you had your eyes fixed on the front.

"Well? How did it go?"

"What do you think?"-you said sharply

"Yeah, it's a shame. On the other hand, Loki seemed very interested in you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"-you asked with a grimace

"Oh please, didn't you notice how he looked at you?"

"With hate?"

"No" -she laughed- "Quite the opposite, I think he likes you."

"Excuse me?"

You said as you stopped in your tracks and turned to face her, she imitated you.

"You're wrong"

"And if I'm not? What do you bet?"-She said with her arms on her hips, looking at you funny.

"Are you seriously going to turn this into a bet? Fine, if you win I'll share my lunch with you for a week but if I win you'll have to give me an extra helping of chocolates from the vending machine."

B-15 was about to extend his hand to seal the deal when you raised a finger.

"For two weeks"

B-15 looked at you reproachfully, thinking whether to accept or not, but then he reached out and pressed his hand against yours.

"It's a deal"

You smiled pleased

You and B-15 were waiting for Loki and Mobius to transport you to the indicated place, your thoughts revolved around Loki and your mission, why was it so difficult to prune him? Had Mobius grown so fond of Loki that he could prevent you from doing your job correctly? You always stood out for being efficient and loyal to the TVA, this was your life, you didn't remember anything else and you liked it that way, or rather you had gotten used to it that way. You couldn't imagine anything better, you couldn't imagine another life outside of that place. You were so focused that you didn't realize that Loki and Mobius were already ready, B-15 elbowed you. When you turned your head to see them you raised an eyebrow, Loki was wearing a uniform of a brown jacket and tie that matched his pants, his neatly buttoned white shirt was tight and adjusted to his body, making his pecs noticeable. You decided that this suit fit him better and accentuated his slender figure unlike his old variant suit which was a bit baggy. Loki came to your side, adjusting the lapels of his jacket, lifting them up and smiling at you, you rolled your eyes.

"Well, we can go now" -and then he whispered to B-15- "Before these two kill each other"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that"-she whispered conspiratorially.

Even though they were whispering, they were right behind you so you turned your head, looking at them angrily, frowning. Before they passed through the portal, Loki offered you to go first with an outstretched hand.

"Ladies first"-he said smiling

"I was going to pass first anyway."-You said unmoved, entering through the portal.

The others followed behind you and soon they arrived at what seemed to be a Renaissance fair. There were several circus tents with pennants hanging from ropes that ran from right to left throughout the place. People dressed in period clothing, men in tunics and women in corseted dresses walked around looking at you intrigued. You entered a tent, there were helmets lying on the grass, the place looked like a massacre with things lying around and bodies lying motionless on the ground. You dropped your temp and saw a red line flashing

"There is nothing here, split up and look for that variant"

You put away your tempad and were about to leave the tent along with the others when Loki, who had stayed behind motionless looking at the ground, caught your attention.

"Wait, don't leave the tent, it's a trap."

Mobius turned around. "How are you so sure?"

Loki walked slowly around the room in a theatrical manner, taking his time to speak to create suspense and gain their attention.

"There is a saying in Asgard…Where there are wolf ears, there are wolf teeth, it means that you should pay attention to your surroundings"

You laughed sarcastically. “Please do you want us to believe that?”

"Wait let him finish talking."-mobius said stopping you with his hand

"You look like the people in my town, so gullible, underestimating others. Luckily I was smarter than them"

"We are running out of time" - You warned Mobius

"Loki what's your point?"-he rushed him

"My point is that this variant is waiting for you outside but I can go out and talk to that other Loki, he fervently believes that together we will overthrow the TVA. I can stop him, but with certain conditions.."

"And what would those conditions be?"-You approached him defiantly.

"Guess that I will be able to return to Earth and fulfill my purpose, and I think I will have to talk to the time keepers, they are in more danger than they imagine."

You put your arms on your hips, breathing deeply in frustration, you couldn't believe how filthy this variant was in front of you. Mobius sat in silence for a few seconds until he finally gave his verdict.

"Bravo Loki, you almost fooled me" -Mobius looked at the others - "He's fooling us, there's no one outside"

Annoyed at having wasted your time, you left the tent with the other hunters, but before leaving, B-15 placed a device similar to an oil lamp on the ground, resetting the timeline as if nothing had happened.

Upon returning to the TVA you and Mobius had to endure a talkative Loki all the way, the previously grumpy and distrustful Loki had disappeared and in his place had left this hyperactive man with the attitude of a 5 year old child who ate a lot of sugar. Mobius, tired, went to take another elevator away from the two of you, leaving you with that unbearable variant that looked behind you with that characteristic mischievous smile of his.

"I hope you're happy, you fed up the only person who tolerates you in this place"-you said entering the elevator

"Oh, you don't like me then?"-He made a pitiful pout.

"Not even a little"-you said without hesitation

"I think that remains to be seen."

His stupid smile makes you sick, you hated his impudence and bragging, thinking he was the smart one in the place, when everyone knew that you and everyone at the TVA were the ones in control. But I also hated to hate him, you didn't know why, but that impertinent attitude he had filled you with adrenaline, made you feel as if you had a challenge to solve, an intriguing challenge. And you loved challenges

"Well, I hope you're done with your little tricks because we won't fall for them anymore."

Loki laughed and walked closer to you, standing in front of you to look at you.

"Aw it's so adorable that you think you're smarter than me, I'm always ten steps ahead."-He said, patting your shoulders and rubbing them, your muscles tensed nervously at this gesture.

"Don't touch me again."-you said, abruptly removing his hands from you.

The two remained silent until they reached some offices where Mobius was waiting for you two. He had gone ahead and was looking for some papers in a file. When he heard your footsteps he got up from the seat.

"Oh here you are, Loki, A-9 I want you to look for variant files, as many as you can find. I'm going to lunch."

Before leaving he addressed Loki especially.

"I hope you have fun, and some advice, search as if your life depended on it"

With that he walked away, leaving the two of you alone. Loki sighed boredly and sat in the seat that Mobius had left, reviewing papers. You sat in front of him doing the same. Loki seemed bored and didn't seem to take things seriously, muttering expletives and feigning surprise when he read something obvious, casually pushing the papers away. Tired of hearing him talk, you told him to shut up

"Shh!, you can shut up? "

Loki frowned and shushed you with a finger on his lips. Annoyed, you got up from the seat and stood next to him.

"Loki, this is serious, why don't you collaborate?

"What else do you want me to do? It's not my fault that you want to bore me to death."

"Stand up"-you barked the order

Loki reluctantly obeyed you, now that he was close to you and standing in front of you you realized how tall he was and you had to lift your chin until your neck hurt a little. You grabbed his arm firmly and led him away from the offices with a frown.

"Hey! where are you taking me?"

"Let's chat for a while"

Without flinching you guided him with a quick step towards the corridors looking for a place where you could talk alone without interruptions, after walking for a while and with Loki chattering like a confused parrot you arrived at the women's bathrooms that were under repairs, you pushed the door with your stood and they both entered.

"Why do we go into the women's bathroom?"

"You wish if you think I'll go into the men's bathroom. This one is cleaner"-you said with mocking laughter

"But..."

You turned around irritated to look at him.

"Ugh stop talking already!, don't be a coward!. And I will also tell you that you are, a useless person who only thinks about himself and doesn't take things seriously!"

You said as you tapped his chest with your index finger putting emphasis on the words, Loki was going to interrupt you when you called him a coward but he simply sighed with his arms on his hips looking at you intrigued.

"Why do you hate me so much? Why do you insist on pruning me?"

His words hit your face like a bucket of cold water and you were speechless for a few seconds, then your typical frown appeared, wrinkling your forehead.

"I- I don't.. hate you. I'm just doing my job!"you said touching your cane

"Oh right, I had forgotten, my bad"- he said smiling and placing a hand on his chest

"Seriously, Loki, what is happening is serious, we have never lost so many soldiers."- You said tired and worried, no longer wanting to fight.

Loki looked at you thoughtfully and then apologized to which you breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing your body, but when you lowered your guard, Loki approached and quickly took your cane that was on your belt.

"LOKI GIVE IT TO ME!

"Oh you want it? Then come get it."

You screamed in fury and desperation while Loki smiled triumphantly, spinning the staff in his hands. You lunged at him but Loki dodged you by moving to the side, Loki was faster and more agile than you thought and the worst thing was that he was considerably taller than you so Loki mocked you by raising the staff so you couldn't reach it. You jumped in a pathetic attempt to grab it.

"You'll have to do a lot more than that"- he laughed

In a moment of distraction you kneed him in the groin to which he bent forward, lowering his arm. You were about to grab your cane but he recovered quickly and with a growl pinned your arms.

"Enough"- he warned you

"You started!"- you said baring your teeth and trying to get out of his grasp.

"Enough of hitting me or-"

"Or what?! I'm not afraid of-"

Loki closed the distance and kissed you hard. You opened your eyes in surprise and then wrinkled your brow, you wanted to separate but the more time you spent on his lips the more you wanted to stay like that. You clung to the lapels of his shirt as he leaned closer to you and explored your mouth with his tongue. Your hands traveled to his hair and held onto his locks firmly, you gasped into his mouth from the shock. Loki pulled away from your mouth a little and hummed.

"We should do this more often, even your annoying frown disappeared from your face"- he teased you

You frowned annoying but a smile threatened to appear on your lips, you repressed it

"Oh no, there is"-he smiled mischievously

"I didn't tell you to stop"

You tugged at his lapels and crashed your lips against his again. His hands were on your hips squeezing them and your arms went around his neck. His nose was buried in your cheek at the proximity of his face. You ran your mouth over his lips to memorize them and remember them later, they felt soft and warm and were slightly swollen. Loki gently turned you so that you were facing the mirror and with your back against his chest. He began to place hot, wet kisses on your jaw and neck, you placed a hand in his hair to feel him closer. Loki buried his face and mouth in your skin while you tilted your head to the opposite side to give him more space. The fervent strength and passion that Loki put into his kisses made you moan softly. Suddenly Loki lowered a hand that was on your waist towards your belt, you opened your eyes wide and stopped him by grabbing his wrist firmly, he looked at you in surprise.

"Wait! what are you doing?"- you said with a bit of fear

"Calm down darling, I was just going to unbuckle your belt. I wasn't going to hurt you"

"The thing is.."- you said shyly

"I understand, I will be gentle"- He whispered to you and kissed your cheek delicately.

That calmed you down a little, you were embarrassed to admit that it was your first time, no one had touched you before and much less like Loki did, elegant and soft. Loki took off your belt and put one hand inside your pants, approaching your mons, with one finger he began to massage your clitoris over your underwear. You gasped in surprise and felt like you were going to fall but Loki firmed his grip on your hip. You watched in the mirror as Loki's hand did wonders on your sweet spot, you could barely keep your eyes open from the pleasure. When there was more confidence, Loki slid his fingers inside your underwear and began to pump in and out. You felt your legs shake and you threw your head back trying to stay upright, Loki didn't give you any respite and kissed and bit your neck while he worked his hand down there.

"L-Loki.. ahHhg"- you moan

"Look at you, how pretty you are, so needy for me and begging for me to touch you."

Loki's deep and hoarse voice made your breathing rise, you looked in the mirror. Your chest rose and fell and your face was flushed and sweaty, strands of hair stuck to your forehead and your neck glistened with sweat, Loki next to you and close to your neck looked at you in the reflection with a seductive look drunk with lust. and pleasure. Loki's fingers pumped faster and faster and your thighs began to tremble and your knees flexed a little, you breathed through your mouth.

"Oh my god... Loki-!"

Loki took his hand out of your soaked clit and kissed your hair, you looked at him annoyed and confused to which he smiled.

"Not yet, hold on a little longer for me"

You were going to protest but he lifted you up, grabbing your thighs and sat you on the counter near where the sinks were, a little cry of surprise came out of your mouth. A willing growl came from Loki.

"How delightful.."

You opened your mouth to say something but he silenced you with a hungry kiss, biting your lower lip while his hands traveled to where your protective breastplate was, unbuttoning it and taking it off, throwing it to the ground.

"This annoying uniform won't work for us now"

Loki opened your shirt, leaving your bust exposed and began to kiss and leave marks on it while his hands grabbed your pants and slowly lowered them. Your hands grabbed the back of his neck, panting and closing your eyes. It was the first time you were left speechless, especially in front of a man, but he was different from everyone else. You were thankful that there was no one in the bathroom but the two of you at that moment. Suddenly Loki separated and desire was drawn in his eyes.

"Are you… are you ready?"

You nodded and Loki pulled down your pants and your panties while he unbuttoned his own pants. You nervously saw how his cock stuck out of his boxers like a divine bulge, and when he pulled down his underwear you gasped in surprise. He smiled mischievously at you.

"Don't worry, I promised you I would be gentle."

He positioned himself right in the center of your entrance and asked you again if you were ready, you told him yes, you couldn't wait to feel and taste his warmth. He put the tip inside you and you moaned loudly clinging to the back of his neck, but it was just a scare, actually it didn't hurt you like you thought it would and that intrigued you.

"Did it hurt?"

You denied, surprised. "P-please continue.."

With your consent Loki entered you fully and you gasped loudly, you didn't think his size could fit inside you but it did. His thrusts touched you deep inside and your breathy screams echoed in the bathroom. Loki dug his fingers into your thighs, tensing his arms while you kept your chin resting on his shoulder, trying to keep up the pace and not speed up your breathing. At one point a strong thrust from him hit a sensitive spot inside you and with a whimper you bit his shoulder to which Loki growled.

Your body bounced and collided with the mirror behind you. Loki's grunts and gasps filled your ears and were driving you to your climax, while his cock hardened and your walls tightened around him, hugging him like a warm blanket. You dug your nails into his broad back, feeling like he was about to cum.

"N-norns.. ahg.. you're getting.. tight I can feel you're about to-to cum"

Loki's face tightened with effort while your breathing became faster and faster, your legs felt weak and your thighs trembled, everything was escalating quickly.

"Come on do it, do it for me ngh"

His voice broken by lust was what triggered your fluids to shoot out with a loud and pleasant moan and a tremor throughout your body. Loki threw his head back and came with you. You let your head fall on his chest exhausted and feeling weak. He put his arms around you, hugging you as you took a moment to catch your breath. Then Loki easily lifted you off the counter like a feather and straightened your clothes, you did the same with his. When they were ready, Loki saw that the staff had been left on the ground, he slowly picked it up with your eyes fixed on it, he held it in his hands for a while and then looked at you. There were a few seconds of silence in which only his heartbeat and yours could be heard. With relief you saw how he gave you the cane.

"I think this belongs to you"

You took it and for the first time in a long time you smiled genuinely, but your smile was erased in a second, you had remembered something.

"Oh shit..."

"What's wrong?"

"I owe my lunch to B-15, damn it"

Loki looked at you confused, frowning and you laughed softly.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter. Let's go back before they discover us, Mobius would have already finished eating"

You grabbed his hand and trotted towards the offices making sure not to be seen or heard. Maybe Mobius was right, maybe Loki wasn't as bad as he seemed.

#one shot #imagine #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #female reader #marvel mcu #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki series #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #loki #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #smutty #smut #loki smut #tva loki #mobius m mobius #mobius #loki season 2 #hunter b 15 #miss minutes #sylvie #enemies to lovers #badass female characters

[jayden-killer]

TVA LOKI AS YOUR BF PT.2

thank you so much for the support on the previous part of my Loki bf headcanons!! I didn't expect at all to be that liked. Here is the second part of my headcanons.

wanings: it may be a little sad :((

Be certain he will travel the multiverse if something happened to you. He doesn't want another close person of his to be hurt, or even worst, dead. He's had enough of it.

He's a decent cook! Since Mobius has kids, he'll probably teach Loki how to cook, so he can surprise you with great homemade waffles!

Spoiler: he cooked them very well, but he almost burnt the kitchen...

Are you cold? No problem. As the gentleman he is, he'll place his brown coat on your shoulders. "Better, little one?" *smiles*

He will probably break some TVA rules and take you out on dates in different realities. Your most recent one was in a 80's disco, situated in New York.

Loki gives the most reassuring hugs someone could ask for. Marvel probably forgot he is a Frost Giant, so his body is technically cold; but, to you, they're the warmest hugs in the world. His arms will cling you to his chest, nuzzling his nose into your hair. Leaving little kisses all over your scalp.

Both of you share emerald green rings that have in the inner part of them an engraved phrase: "Sun is shining on us for the enternity".

After he made the decision to sacrifice himself and become the God of Stories, he had to leave you. Not because he wanted it, he had to. It's different. Don't worry. He's watching over you, in every universe, making sure you are living the life you deserve. Leaving you was the hardest decision he has made in his life.

Yet, he'll always cherish those heartful moments in his heart.

#marvel x reader #marvel imagine #loki x reader #loki x you #loki series #loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson #loki season 2 #loki headcanons #fluff #sfw #hints of angst #marvel one shot #marvel headcanons #loki odinson x reader #loki x y/n

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

'Oh, you are in trouble, y/n stark' (Loki smut)

Fem!reader

"Bye, Dad! love you!" you say to your dad, Tony as he leaves for yet another mission with his crew. You were 18 years old and lived with your dad and the crew. He only had one rule: that as long as you were living in the same house as him, no boys could stay over or even come over for that matter. I mean, he had informed you of this rule when you were 12 years old when you had developed your first crush on this guy called Jake in the 7th grade. You guys hadn't really talked about it much ever since then, but it was established that that rule was still in place.

"Hey, he's gone," you say to the person on the other side of the phone. "Finally, I've been waiting for this for too long my love. I'm coming up" He cuts the phone and soon, you hear your window opening. As soon as you see him in that green suit of his you run towards him and jump into his arms. You passionately connect your soft lips to his luscious pink lips and grip his hair as if you were about to fall from a 20-foot building, but Loki didn't mind...He loved every second of it. He groans into your mouth as he drops your feet to the floor. You grind on his torso as he says, "No hello, how are you? Just straight to the point, y/n stark?" You moan as you continue to kiss him, giving him his answer. He smiles at how childish and cute you are. "oh, you're in trouble, y/n Stark." he says while kissing your neck deeply. You moan. 

You and Loki had been together since 1 month after your 18th. How you met was a story for a whole other time. But you hadn't seen each other in like 2 weeks which was a lot for 2 people in a relationship. especially with those of a high sex drive like you and Loki. 

"Mmm...why can't people commit crimes more often? it would make life so much easier. I mean, your father would never be home." Loki says as he throws you on the bed. "I agree," you say. Loki climbs on top of you and you both try to catch your breath as your lips connect again. You moan into the kiss. Your hand travels down to his leather pants which are getting tighter by the second. You move your hand in an up and down motion and he chuckles in your mouth. He removes your white t-shirt and moans at the sight of your breasts and hard nipples. He puts his mouth to one of them and starts sucking. You moan as you put your hands in his trousers and start stroking his veiny, gigantic cock. He gets up and slips off his trousers along with his shirt, while you simultaneously taking off your pants. He climbs back on the bed and kisses your stomach all the way to your wet vagina and licks your slit. He slowly sticks his tongue in your wet hole. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the incredible sensation. He thrusts in and out with his tongue right until you're about to orgasm. But then, he stops. "you thought I was going to let you off that easy huh?" he smiles.

He lifts you and puts you on the bar counter in your room. You open up your legs as he enters you slowly. He grunts as he starts to thrust. You can hear the slaps of your skin banging together. He grabs your face and kisses you roughly. "Mmm, I missed this so muchhhh" you moan. "me too, darling." He lifts you again and puts you on the ground, you bend over and he groans and smirks at the sight. He slides into your tight, wet pussy. His big cock pulsates at the sensation of you almost reaching your orgasm. Your knees begin to shake. He picks you up and throws you on your bed, and enters you again. He starts thrusting even deeper now, hitting your G-spot every. single. time. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you begin to see stars. You could feel his warm pre-cum spilling in your pussy. He moans and keeps moving in your tight walls. Your entire body begins to tremble. "d-daddy?" you say. "yes, my love?" he says. "i-i think I need to pee." you had never felt this sensation before but it was the intense need to pee (in a good way). "no, baby you just need to cum." he starts pounding you deeper, your words begin to slur. you close your eyes tightly. As soon as he pulls out, you bite your lips and squirt, all over his beautiful, defined abs. He begins to rub your clitoris and you begin to shake again, he rubs it harder. You cry out loud. He grabs his dick at the sight of you squirting again. He begins to stroke his dick slowly. He enters you again, and your sensitive hole begins to pulsate at the sensation. You both moan in sync. He pounds you, harder than ever before and just keeps going until he releases his warm cum inside you and pulls out, as you squirt all over him. "oof, you are one hell of a drug y/n."

#loki fanfic #marvel #the avengers #female reader #one shot #smut #marvel smut #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki #loki smut #loki x you #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki x female reader #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #gif #edit #x reader #reader insert

[the-princess-of-loki]

Waves of Desire

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut (don't like it, don't read it), a little of voyeurism, smut just for the sake of it, strong language for some people.

The weather was nice. The sun was up in the sky, providing its heat while the sea brought with it a nice, calming breeze. I was sitting on a plastic lounger which Loki had kindly left for me while he was lying face-down on a towel in the sand, right next to me. We have both brought our books to spend the day here on the beach. There weren’t a lot of people around us which was nice to concentrate on our books. Supposedly. I wasn’t able to focus on anything at the moment.

I have brought with me a very interesting essay on creative writing by Stephen King that I’ve been wanting to read for a while. I had thought this was an excellent opportunity to get my hands on it. How naive on my part. It was impossible to focus on something with the display I had next to me. Loki was actually focusing on his astronomy book, so he wasn’t purposefully doing something to distract me. But for all that’s sacred, Loki wearing only a pair of black swimming shorts should be a crime. They hang from his hips deliciously, embracing his butt in a magnetising way.

It was the main reason I’ve been reading the same sentence for the last fifteen minutes. I was sure that Loki was enjoying having my eyes on his ass every minute even if he wasn’t doing anything about it or reacting in any way. He always knew when he was the centre of attention somehow and he absolutely adored it. It was a known fact that Loki belongs to the spotlight, after all. I left my book on one side with a sigh. At least, that sigh let me release my lower lip from my teeth: I had been biting it so hard that I could almost taste the coppery flavour of blood on my tongue. Loki looked up from his book to me. His green eyes shone with that mischief that was always present. 

“Is there something wrong, darling?” Loki asked me almost in an innocent way. Too innocent for the God of Mischief. “Is your book not what you expected it to be?” His smile gave him away. He definitely knew what was happening to me. I could even bet that he knew my exact thoughts.

“I wouldn’t know, actually,” I answered with a bit of a dry tone. Loki closed his book and rested his body weight on his elbow, giving me a small peak of his happy trail and his wonderful abs. He looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

“Why is that, my love?” I had to give it to him: he looked genuinely concerned. After all these years together, though, I knew how to differentiate the truth from the mask. I also knew how to play most of his games, luckily. I sighed dramatically, standing up from my lounger and stretching a little bit. I felt his eyes travelling down my body in my swimming suit.

“I believe the heat is affecting me,” I answered with a pouty face. Loki was now sitting on his towel looking up at me with that same innocent-like face. “I should probably go into the sea and take a swim…” Loki’s eyes widened with that possibility. I had to refrain myself from smirking.

“Well, dear, if heat is your problem, may I suggest you lay down here with me?” He moved a little, making some space for me in his towel.

“Oh? How would that help me, love?” I asked him with the same innocent smile he had given me a few minutes ago.

“I can lower my body temperature and embrace you to help you.”

“You’d do that for me?” 

Loki just laid on his towel again, opening his arms to me. I kneeled on the towel and then crawled until I was face-to-face with him. Loki passed his arms around my body, glueing our bodies. I smiled at him and caressed one of his sharp cheeks, feeling comfortable in his arms, as I always do. He did lower his body temperature for me, even when we both knew that was just an excuse for us to get close like this. Loki smiled lovingly at me as he got his face closer to mine, resting his forehead on mine. If someone was able to resist that, it wasn’t me.

I moved my hand to his perfect jaw and lifted my lips until they met with his. Loki kissed me back without hesitation, his warm breath on my face as our lips moved in complete sync. I moved my hand from his jaw to his wavy, black, soft hair and I grabbed a bunch of it. He grunted as his hands pressed me more against his body. I passed one of my legs on top of him, locking the inside of my knee on his hipbone. His tongue joined mine in a beautiful dance, deepening our kiss, as one of his hands travelled down my back until he grabbed my thigh on top of him. A pleasurable shiver and a soft moan escaped me at his movements. A little shift on his hips allowed me to feel his aroused state and I could feel myself getting wetter just because of it.

We kept kissing until we were both out of breath. We both panted as we looked into each other’s eyes. His green eyes were clouded with lust and his pale cheeks were a little rosy. While his face was always attractive, he was even sexier when he was all aroused and wild. I kept caressing his scalp with my fingers and he kept grabbing my thigh. Our eyes were locked together as we kept trying to normalise our breaths.

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Loki asked with a little smirk. I matched it before answering.

“Actually, I’m feeling hotter…and wetter…” Loki looked around us at the almost isolated beach.

“Are you sure? Here?” Loki asked, concerned. Even though his worry for me was all over his sexy face, I could see the excitement in his green eyes. He’d never forced me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how appealing the idea was for him. I moved my hand to caress his cheek, still smiling as I nodded.

“Completely sure. Here and now,” I whispered the last word against his lips.

Loki moved immediately on top of me, excited for my consent. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, even when he silenced my laughter with his lips on mine. He caressed my whole body with one of his hands since the other was still grabbing my right thigh. I caressed his bare chest with both of my hands, going down his body through his abs, his happy trail until I reached his black swimming shorts. I was excited just by doing this on a beach, so I was quite eager to do it. I untied the white cotton bow and pulled them down just enough to free his already hard member. At the same time, Loki moved my swimsuit to the side so he could tease my entrance with his long and skilful fingers.

He broke our kiss when he slid himself inside with ease, making me moan. Immediately, Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my mouth, making my moan somehow hushed.

“Shhh, my love. You wouldn’t want us to get caught in this intimate time, would you?” He asked with a smirk on his thin lips. I just looked at him since his mouth was still silencing me. “I’m going to move my hand now because I want to see those addicting lips of yours. But you have to promise me that you’ll keep as hushed as possible, yes?” I nodded, still looking straight into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

Loki removed his hand slowly from my mouth at the same time he moved his hips back. He rested his forehead on mine as he thrust inside me again. We both let out a breathy, soundless moan, while our lips found their way to each other again. While Loki started a slow rhythm, I moved my hands from his waist to the tempting devil that had started all of this in the first place: his ass. I grabbed it and squeezed it and he let out a surprised gasp. After all this time, I knew how much he liked it when I played with his rear, and God, did I love having fun with it too. I squeezed it again, making him close his eyes and move his hips forward. Loki opened his eyes again, telling me with his face: “Game on”.

While I kept playing with his ass in all the ways I knew he liked, Loki thrust further inside me, rolling his hips in such an exquisite way that I had trouble keeping my moans in check. Our lips kept together, even when we both had our mouths open. His warm breath hit me all the time while his green eyes got more and more clouded with lust as time passed by and we kept making love. He moved his hand from my waist to my clit, starting to rub it with his thumb. I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my pleasure rise with each of his thrusts and his hand on me.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Loki whispered in my ear, not ceasing his movements at all. “I want to see your face contorting with the pleasure only I can give you.”

His words alone were erotic enough. His sultry voice, his powerful thrusts and his thumb rubbing me. All of that combined made me explode in an intense orgasm. Loki silences my moan with his lips on mine, and his movements didn’t stop until I felt him cum inside me too. He stayed still inside me for some minutes more. Then, he kneeled in front of me, keeping one of his hands on my swimsuit so he could see his semen dripping out of me. He loved that sight, so he did something like this every time he was allowed to. After that, he put my swimsuit and his back into place, while I sat on his towel.

“I believe we both could use a dip in the sea, don’t you think?” I said with a smile.

Loki just laughed and offered me his hand to help me get up. Then, we both walked holding hands towards the sea.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki friggason #god of mischief #mcu #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki in midgard #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki one shot #loki oneshot

[lives-in-midgard]

A worm family

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: You ask Loki if he would still love you if you were a worm.

Word Count: 611

A/N: Hey everyone! Happy Birthday @lokisbiiiitch1993 !! This is for you sister 💖 hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

You were sitting in the living room of the Avengers compound with Peter while talking about something. Some other Avengers were out on a mission or training. And your boyfriend Loki was on a trip to Asgard with his brother Thor. Loki was coming back in a few hours, and you were very excited to finally see him again.

“Did you see the Tik-Tok that I sent you?” Peter asked you while putting his phone away.

“Which one do you mean?” You wondered because he sends you a lot lately.

“The one where a girl asked her boyfriend if he would still love her if she was a worm.”

“Oh, that one, yeah it was funny.” You replied and wondered what Loki would say to you.

“I think you should ask Loki and see what he would say.” Peter suddenly suggested.

“I don’t know Peter, he will probably find it dumb and will laugh.”

“But you want to know what he would say am I right?”

“Yeah” you mumbled.

“Then you should ask him. Loki loves you so much I don’t think he would laugh about it. But I really have to go now I have to study for my science test tomorrow.”

“Maybe I’ll ask him later, I wish you good luck on the test!” You gave Peter a quick hug and said goodbye to each other.

You were in the living room in the Avengers compound with Wanda and Natasha when Loki and Thor finally arrived from their trip to Asgard. You were so happy and glad to see your boyfriend again. You ran to him with a smile on your face. He hugged you tight while whispering in your ear.

“My love I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Lokes” you whispered while hugging him.

“I missed you too Lady Y/n” Thor smiled beside you. You both smiled at each other after breaking the hug. You looked at Thor and told that you missed him too.

“Did you caused any mischief again?” When you asked that Loki grinned at you.

“Of course, he did.” Thor said and made you chuckle. They told you everything they did in Asgard. Loki then wanted to know what you did while he was away and he promised you that he will take you with him next time. Not only to show you everything but also that you could meet his mother. Loki told you so much about her and you can’t wait to meet her.

In the evening at your and Loki's daily reading hour you looked up from your book and thought how you should ask him or if you even should ask him.

“Is everything alright my dear?” Loki whispered while looking over to you.

“Yes, everything is fine, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” You mumbled a yes and tried to concentrate on the book in your hands again.

After a while you looked at Loki and thought what he would say to you. “Loki?”

“Yes, my love?” He put his book on the bedside table and then smiled to you.

“I know this may sound stupid, but would you still love me if I was a worm?” you mumbled shy.

“Of course, I would Y/n! I would shapeshift myself into a worm so I could still be with you. And then we can have cute little worm babies.” He added with a smile on his face. A tear rolled down your face and you smiled. You have never been so happy as with him.

“I love you so much Loki.”

“I love you too Y/n and I will never let anything happen to you.”

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki #loki odinson #loki imagine #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson fanfic #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #tom hiddleston #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #peter parker x reader

[michelleleewise]

Sorry this had taken me a minute, I was waiting for inspiration to strike, then my life got blah! But here we are......based in this prompt, I did tweak things a liiiittle bit... I hope thats ok!!! I hope you like it!!!!

=====≈==========≈===================

Life Lessons

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: innuendos, flirting, mild swearing, groping.

Summary: with your last year of college coming to an end, determined to be the first in your family to graduate, you prepare for finals, when your English teacher throws a wrench in your plans.

*college au, Loki is captain of the soccer team and Thor is captain of the football team (of course 😁)

Part one-

You made your way down the halls to your last class of the day, English literature. It was the one class you dreaded. You loved the class, your teacher Mr. Banner was by far your favorite, it was your classmates, well one in particular who seemed to enjoy making your life miserable.

You bolted in, sitting at your desk as you pulled out your laptop, preparing to take notes "Well well, there you are, i haven't seen you in the stands during practice, I thought you may have been avoiding me." He said, propping himself on your desk. "Loki, could you get your ass off my desk please?" You asked, looking up at him, his green eyes bright as ever "I thought you liked my ass, you seemed to when I see you at practice." He smirked making you roll your eyes.

"Maybe I just like soccer, the world doesn't revolve around you and your ego." You said looking back to you laptop. "Ouch, that hurts darling." He said grabbing his chest. You did your best to ignore him, you admittedly had had a crush on him for awhile, who wouldn't, with his long black hair, and chiseled features he could have any girl in school he wanted, and he usually did.

"My laufeyson, take your seat." You heard Mr. Banner as Loki jumped up practically running to his seat. "Morning class, I know you are all prepared for finals, hopefully." He smiled as the class laughed "but, I'm going to change things up a bit. I'm going to pair you off into teams. And I want you to do an analysis of any of Shakespeare's works. You will create a presentation on its significance to modern times, and the importance of the writing, you will have three weeks to complete it and then you will present it to the class." He said pulling out a piece of paper. "As I call your names, find your partner and start discussing which work you would like to do." He said.

You waited anxiously, looking around you would love to be paired with Steve, be was always studious. Or wanda, you knew she always recieved top marks. "And finally Ms y/l/n, you'll be paired with Mr laufeyson. Find your partners and get started." He said sitting behind his desk as you looked at Loki, leaned back in his chair smirking at you. "Shit." You muttered, going up to Mr. Banners desk.

"I'm sorry sir, but is there any way I can get another partner?" You asked as he looked up at you. "And what's wrong with Mr. Laufeyson? You two seem to get along fine." He said, looking back seeing Loki watching you "Sir, Loki is an egotistical jerk, and I would rather work alone then with him, please I'll do anything." You pleaded "y/n, you need to learn to work with people who you may not get along with, it's part of life. I suggest you suck it up and try to get along with him, this project is a large part of your grade." He said "yeah, I know." You sighed, heading back to your desk as Loki gestured to the desk next to him with a smile. "This is going to be a long three weeks." You sighed, grabbing your things.

"So, what were you thinking about doing?" You asked him sitting down. "Well, there's lots of things I was thinking about doing." He purred wiggling his eyebrows "do you have to be a pig all the time?" You asked as he laughed "why don't you harass your girlfriend." You huffed opening your laptop "I don't have one." He said looking at you "Well that's surprising." You said pulling up a reading list of Shakespeare's works. "I have several. I'm a bit.....insatiable." He smirked "eeww, could you not." you said glaring at him. "Can we just get this over with please?" You sighed as he smiled.

You spent the rest of class deciding to do Romeo and juliet, slightly cliche, but popular nonetheless. As the bell sounded you grabbed your things and quickly left class without looking back. "Y/n...y/n wait!" Loki yelled making you stop. "What Loki, I want to go home." You said crossing your arms. "D..did you want to come by practice? We can go over the assignment after?" He asked slipping on his jacket "no I don't think so, I'm just gonna.." you started "Looooki, baby there you are." You heard a girl yell behind him as she ran towards you both.

"Hey Stacy, what are you up to?" He asked as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his as you looked away. "I came to find you, I wanted to walk you to practice." She said, running her hands up his chest. "Whose this?" She asked looking at you "this is y/n, she's in my English class, we were paired up on a project." He said looking at you. "And i was just leaving so.." you said as she ignored you "come on loki, let's go." He said grabbing his arm dragging him off.

You shook your head as you turned to leave, missing the glance he gave you as he was pulled away. This was better you thought, you were not about to be another knotch in his bed post. You made it to your car, throwing your bag in you climbed in. You looked up seeing the soccer field, your eyes immediately finding him. His hair pulled back into a bun, his uniform showing of his muscular frame.

You sat staring as he jogged around the field, until that girl, Stacy, ran towards him jumping up as he caught her kissing her. "Uugh...." you sighed, starting your car as there was a knock on the window making you scream. "Thor, what the actual hell!" You yelled rolling your window down. "Sorry y/n, I was just wondering if I could catch a ride, my brother had practice so he needs the car." He said smiling. "You don't have practice." You asked. "Nope, no football today, coach wants us to "take a day" Whatever that means." He air quoted making you laugh. "Sure, jump in." You said smiling.

You dropped Thor off, making your way home, if you call the closet of an apartment home. You plopped on the couch, scrolling through your phone as you opened Instagram. You followed Thor so occasionally pics of Loki would pop up if he was tagged, this time it was him and that Stacy girl, it looked like she had taken a selfie in the car as his face was hidden in her neck and her hand was on her breast as she sat on his lap. Scrolling down, seeing the caption "this girl gettin lucky tonight" with a winky face, and she apparently tagged eveyone be knew.

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone aside before making your way to bed, preparing for the longest three weeks of your life...

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

If I missed tagging anyone let me know please!!

@lokisninerealms @lokiprompts @high-functioning-lokipath @vbecker10 @lonadane @buttercupbestie @lulubelle814 @tjellisworld @sinsandguilt

#loki #loki imagine #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki au #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki odinson imagine #loki odinson fanfiction #loki odinson oneshot #loki oneshot #loki odinson x you #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson x y/n #loki odinson #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson one shot #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson angst #loki angst #loki odinson angst #loki request #request #your asks

[fermentedfanfics]

the cottage on the hill.

hey cuties here’s another au fic, i feel like aus are the only things i write these days?? i just have a lot of ideas i want to insert loki into lmfao. ummmm i simply did no research on this genre whatsoever so i’m really sorry if it kind of sucks or is a little all over the place?? let me know what y’all think! <3 also, there’s going to be instances of mentioning of reader’s father’s initials on items, it will be done so as (F.I) thank you cuuuttiiiieeessss. this fic series is explicit and for 18+ audiences, minors dni.

summary: reader lives in the hills outside her local village, close to the fae border. after a fateful encounter with a black cat, she accidentally invites the fae king into her home. warnings: (for future chapters) fem!reader, smut, fear kink, praise kink, piv sex, unprotected sex, different time era, kinda obsessed loki? not kinda, he is obsessed, i’ll add more as the series progresses. word count: 4.1k tag list: @colorsunimaginable @huntress-artemiss (please reply below if you want to be added to the tag list for this fic series!) part two (will link once posted.)

“You should move into the village.”

You’ve heard the sentence plenty of times, over and over again– and at this point it’s a nuisance. But the old woman in front of you, her serious tone, you know you cannot laugh and wave her off. Not Meredith. Your fingers dig into the handle of your woven basket, placing four nice, round apples (the last of her order) into her hands– she sharply thrusts the six copper and one silver coins it cost her into your hands. “The hills are not safe.” Meredith grumbles, her one eye that hasn’t gone blind is shooting beady daggers into your soul.

You thickly gulp and shakily nod your head, tucking the coins into the small pack sewn to the hip of your dress. “Yes, Meredith. I’m making arrangements.” You lie, and she knows you’re lying to drop the topic. But before she can barrage you again with eerie warnings of your home, your heels have turned and you’re on your way. You thank her profusely of her patronage, but you must be on your way. Household chores and the lot.

You’ve actually not much to do today, but you desperately do not wish to sit and listen to Meredith and her outlandish stories of the fae. You were smarter than she thought, you knew to stay home and never wander. Ever since the passing of your father, the village has grown more concerned about you living in the hills all by yourself.

With nothing much else going on in their lives, it’s expectant for them to bud their noses into other’s lives and gossip– you didn’t think this much though.

“Y/N!” Gareth, a tall townsman that you’ve found yourself day-dreaming about on multiple occasions, catches your attention just as you are to leave the village. His frame towers you, and his dirty blond hair is messy from work, sticking to his forehead in the sweltering heat of the day. “Heading home already?” He muses.

You smile, nodding slightly. “Only a few deliveries today.” Gareth looks you over, your basket almost empty, odd for someone about to head home. “May I walk you?” He offers, but before you can even think you’re declining his offer and absconding.

You aren’t sure what possesses you to isolate yourself from the town, but ever since your father’s passing you’ve found yourself uncomfortable with any sort of bonding the people of the village offer you. Even from someone you fancy.

It’s an hour's time from your home to the village, you hope to be home before the sun sets. While you aren’t afraid of walking home in the dark, your trusty dagger tucked to your hip and out of sight, you also didn’t want to deal with the troubles night brought. The warm, summer wind kissed your cheeks and cooled the sweat forming on your forehead, thankful you weren’t nearly as heated as you could be.

Following the brown beated trail from your house to the village, you kept notes of your surroundings. The birds that flew ahead, the rabbits that hopped around you– if you had your traps you’d make the effort to catch some for dinner. You thought of tempting one with kindness and taking your blade to it, but you didn’t want to waste daylight.

The forests around you whispered ancient tongues directed towards everything but you about you, just as they were taught to. Where you were, who you spoke with, what you were doing– they knew far too well who would be asking these questions. But they didn’t have to, he was already there– watching.

You listened to the crunching of the leaves and sticks below your feet, enjoying the day's walk. If you were in your right mind, you would have taken Gareth up on his offer to walk you home, but there was something different. Something wrong. You could feel it in your gut, and your father always told you to never ignore a gut feeling.

Picking up your pace, the strange feeling relaxed a bit as you could see the faded, moss-overgrown roof of your home. You could practically feel the comfort of your rocking chair once the stone fencing of your house came into view, shoulders slumping. 

Digging into your basket, you pulled an apple from it. Turning it to the side, you eyed the small, brown, bruise that made the woman that you tried to sell it turn it away. You felt lucky the apples trees lining the forest near your home had decided to bear fruit this soon, but a bit bitter at the expectations from the villagers. The trees were there when you were born, they weren’t going to be perfect every year.

Pulling your dagger from it’s sheath, you carefully cut the bruise from it and began to cut the apple in half, then into quarters and so on. You were left with dingy, but still edible apple slices, popping them into your mouth as you completed your trip. The sweet juice was satisfying.

Without warning, a sudden loud chatter pulled you from your thoughts. Your dagger slipped from your hands from the startle, looking down to see a beautiful, sleek black cat staring at you. He seemingly came from no where, or at least snuck up on you while you hadn’t noticed. “Oh!”

He was possibly the most beautiful cat you’ve ever seen in your life, your heart instantly swelling. Black cats were a parah amongst the villagers, harbringers of bad luck, death, and everything terrible. It wasn’t uncommon to see the instant death of black cats– it was one of the reasons you didn’t want to move to the village.

Squatting to your knees, you held your hand out to the cat, beckoning it. “Hello pretty kitty..” A smile curled to your lips as he dipped his head into your palm, purring. Oh, what a way to end the day. However, just as quickly as he turned sweet, he instantly turned sour.

The cat snapped at your hand, nipping your palm with his sharp teeth. You shouted, wincing in pain as you fell back onto your backside. “Fuck!” You cursed, looking down at the small bite mark in your hand, light dribbles of blood pooling from the wound. Well, suppose there was a reason people were wary of black cats.

Before you could react, he swiftly picked your dagger into his mouth, blade hanging out. In an instant, he was a black blur in the wind. “No! No, no, no– please!” Your voice immediately cracked, standing to your feet in an instant to chase. But it was no use, the minute the cat ducked behind the apple trees and into the forest your run came to a stuttering halt. Your chest rose, a burning sensation flaming across your skin and tears pricking your eyes.

Your father’s dagger, his prized dagger– the one he made himself and gifted you just days before his untimely death, it was gone. Just like that. Falling onto your bottom once more, you heaved at the sky. “Fuck!!” You shouted.

What would a cat want with a dagger anyway?

It was dark by the time you picked yourself help and dragged yourself into your home, tears streaking your cheeks. You cried hard and long in front of those trees, your grief gripping you by the throat with a strong vice. You’d thought you were okay. Yes, you were broken by your father’s death, alone with no one to protect or love you– but you’d stopped the crying weeks ago!

You were frustrated at how easily your sobs came back due to something so simple. Sniffling, you closed and locked your wooden door before heading to the kitchen. You needed to eat. A solemn expression settled on your face, and the ache that grew in your chest hummed painfully.

A soup would do good tonight, something comforting to pull you from this rut. Grabbing two large, chunky potatoes from the sack in the corner of your kitchen you placed them on the counter, ready to cut. Instinctively, you reached for your dagger to use and gasped when you felt it’s emptiness.

Shit.

Tears welled again, and your crumpled to the floor like a wet rag. Nothing had ever hurt so much.

Your little home filled with the sounds of your moaning sobs, weak sniffles and frustrated screams. You felt like a child having a tantrum, and all you wanted was your father. But even he couldn’t come to help.

You cried yourself to a short slumber.

Thump. Thump. Thump!

You jolted. Eyes bleary from the tears, you confusedly blinked them. Was that the door? Pushing yourself up off the floor, you wiped your wet face with the sleeve of your dress. Seems you didn’t sleep that long, it was still dark outside– just how late into the night was it?

Thump. Thump. Thump!

“Gods! Who…who would be here..?” You whispered to yourself, picking yourself up off the floor as you tried to make yourself look presentable and not like you hadn’t just crumpled into a mess of a woman. Wiping your hair from your face, you quickly rounded the corner of your kitchen to your front door.

The strange feeling that fluttered your stomach on your walk home returned, making you hesitate in opening the door. Unsure of the feeling, you took a step back from the door, staring at it warily. Perhaps you had heard wrong?

Thump. Thump. Thump!

Christ your candles were still lit, they knew you were home. You didn’t wish to deal with an intruder or burgler, let alone someone coming in to do you harm. You didn’t have your dagger, but you surely had your kitchen knives.

Running back to the kitchen, you quickly grabbed one and slid back to the door. Hiding it behind the door, you finally slid the wood slab that kept it locked away and creeked it open, peaking your head out. “..Yes?” Your voice wavered slightly.

You were surprised at the stature of the stranger in front of you, noting how you actively had to look up. He wore a hooded cape that hid most of his upper torso, the hood settled atop his head and slightly covering his face. It was dingy and slightly torn, little holes littering hte hems indicating how long he’d been using it for. His boots were covered in mud, as if he traveled far. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“My lady,” He grinned, cunning and wicked. Your stomach twisted.

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you so late into the night, but, I was passing– and noticed the initials etched into your home.” Despite his attire, he was eloquently spoken. You gripped your knife tighter, trying to keep a calm face.

“Are you perhaps, F.I?”

“I am. What is it to you?” You were stern, this caused him to chuckle. It was deep, almost mesmerizing.

“Then, I believe this belongs to you.”

The stranger then reached his hand out, and you tensed. You were expecting something terrible; a curse, a dagger ready to rob, anything bad that would befall you and make you meet your end tonight. You were correct, in a sense, but the dagger in his hand made you gasp.

You didn’t even think when you dropped the knife, the clatter not reaching your ears as you opened your door wider and grabbing it from his much larger hands. “My dagger!” You heaved, the smile of relief that washed over your features make him smile wider.

The handle was carved beautifully out of wood, wrapped in a thin leather for grip. But in the blade, an engraving stood out. F.I. Your father’s dagger was back in your hands. “Gods! I never thought I’d see this again. Sir, thank you! Where did you ever find it?” Your wide eyes looked back up at him.

“Well, I found it quite odd to see a cat carrying such a thing. It dropped it when I scared it, so I kept it– just in case. And on my travels to the next village over,” He motioned towards the one you had just came back from. “I saw your home, and your initials.”

Your heart raced with excitement and joy, pure, unbridled joy. The sadness you had felt had washed away, and was replaced with a happy melancholy. Your father was still gone, but it was like he’d returned home.

Your fingers grazed the blade, looking it over. It was undamaged, surprisingly. “How could I ever thank you?” You whispered, your mistake.

The stranger held back his wide smile, sharp teeth gritting with delight. He knew not to get too excited, not too giddy. Good things come to those who are patient afterall.

Dipping his head slightly, he cleared his throat. “If it’s no trouble to you, madam, would you be so kind as to offer this traveller a meal? To ready him for his continued travels?” He innocently asked.

Looking up at him, you thickly swallowed. A stranger, in your home. Your mind, body, and soul were on different paths. Your gut said no, turn him away and call it a night. But, your heart, oh your weakness. He had kindly given you back your beloved dagger, even though he could have kept it for himself because of how well it was made. A meal was nothing to you, nothing.

Biting your lip, you peaked at the knife on the ground. Norns. “Yes!” You almost shouted, clearing your throat. “One moment.”

When you shut the door of your house, you looked down at the dagger for a moment before tucking it into it’s sheath on your hip. You picked up the knife that had made it’s way to the floor and tried your quickest to put it back into the kitchen. You hadn’t even started dinner, but the soup you were to make would do just fine.

Back to the door, you opened it and this time fully opened it, allowing the stranger access to your home. “Please, come in.” You offered with a wry smile.

The stranger graciously accepted your offer, stepping into your small, cozy little home. Your scent engulfed him, and he had to turn away from you for a moment. You’d already turned your back to him, heading back to the kitchen. “There’s not many places to sit, other than the table and my chair. Feel free to get comfortable if you wish, I’ll be making dinner then.” You wave your hand at him.

He takes your advice and melts into your chair, almost radiating in the fact that it was yours. He was delighted, gleeful in fact. You’d been much dumber than he expected, but it was with charm. Your back turned to him, he greedily took in your backside and bottom as you began to chop away at vegetables; potatoes, carrots, peppers– anything to add to the soup. It wasn’t going to be much.

“So, my lady. What does F.I stand for?” He mused.

You bit your lip, rolling your shoulders slightly. “I’ll admit that I lied to you. They are my father’s initials, not mine.” You admitted, dumping the potatoes into a pot of water you had prepped before you fell asleep. You’d have to go out and get some chicken feet to add flavor so you weren’t just feeding him vegetables and water.

“Ahhh, a little liar on my hands?”

“Well, I didn’t know who you were!” You defended yourself.

“And your name?”

“What about it?”

He grinned, so you were a tad bit informed. “May I have it?” His question was so simple, and very innocent. He was good at making your skin crawl, your forehead sweat, and your abdomen warm. Strange, indeed. You remembered what Meredith told you. Never give your name to a stranger, they’ll take it for good. “No..” You sighed.

You jumped when he burst into laughter, haughty and loud. You’d almost nicked yourself with the knife when he did, looking over your shoulder with confusion. “You are very smart, madam! Suppose I should stop testing you.” Testing for what? You wondered.

“What is your name, my lady?” He finally asked, like a normal person. You were beginning to believe he wasn’t a normal person, and the thought alone made you shudder. “What is yours?” You asked instead.

“Loki.”

“Loki?” You reiterated, it was a foreign name certainly. One you’ve never heard.

He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue, and the fact that you simply didn’t realize who he was by name only elated him. Were humans forgetting? Becoming more stupid? Loki revelled in the thought of what the future would bring.

“Yes, Loki. Now I’ve told you mine, you must tell me yours!”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Y/N.” You huffed curtly.

Loki already knew your name, the trees whispered your secrets to him. It’s why he knew everything about you, why he loved you.

“I must step out to my coop for an ingredient, try not to mess with anything.” You simply stated as you walked across from your kitchen to the back door by the chair he had so comfortably plopped himself in. You wiped your hands onto your apron before opening the door and stepping out. You just needed some chicken feet.

When you returned, you instantly noticed Loki was no longer in the seat he was in. Before you could panic, you finally noticed him leaning over the pot of water and vegetables. 

“I told you not to mess with anything.” You almost scolded him, a hint of faux-ire in your voice. You tossed the chicken feet you’d acquired into the water, looking up at him. He seemed dissatisfied with what you were making, and it made you upset. Sure he returned your dagger, but he was a guest and you were genuinely going out of your way to feed him.

No traveller would be this picky.

“I was wondering if you’d planned on feeding me just water and vegetables.” He taunted.

“And I was just thinking no traveller would be this picky.”

His silence chilled you to your core as you picked up the pot, huffing at it’s weight. You struggled to bring it over to the fire hole in the center of your home. With effort, you were able to plop the pot right over the fire– it would be a bit before it was done. This left you with some time with Loki, and your skin itched at the idea.

You melted at the dining table your father had also made, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Loki joined you, sitting across. His hood was still on, despite his comfort in your chair he had not made any advances to relax.

“Where do you hail from, Loki?” You finally asked him a question, one you should have asked long ago. The strange feeling in your gut did not leave whatsoever, in fact it only worsened. The hairs on the back of your neck stood when he was near, and his voice sent chilly vibrations throughout your body. You weren’t quite sure if you were afraid, or attracted to him.

“Asgard, and I assume you hail here?”

You couldn’t tell if Loki was lying or not. With everything he said, you just weren’t sure what to take at face value. It was what bothered you the most about him, he was a wall you seemingly couldn’t knock down. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Yes. My whole life.” You admitted.

“And where is your father?” The question stung, and Loki knew it did.

You’d remembered and grieved your father’s death far too many times today, your face said it all. Nose slightly scrunched, brows furrowed in such a miserable sense– it almost made Loki want to jump from where he was and hold you.

With watery eyes, you coughed slightly to cover it. You looked away, over to the pot checking it hadn’t boiled over. “He’s dead.” You quaked. This night wasn’t how you planned and you wanted it to end instantly.

But looking over his figure, his large hands with long, delicate fingers– he’d overpower you easily should the night go awry. You admit you were scared of Loki, deeply afraid. His mere presence evoked a trigger in your flight or fight responses, and you wanted to fly.

“That is a shame truly, to leave a lovely daughter all alone. With no one.”

His words were a stab to the heart, breaking you down. You abruptly stood from your seat, clearing your throat. “The..soup.” You motioned over to it, your excuse for leaving. Hastily making your way over, you grabbed a large wooden spoon from the kitchen and began to stir. It finished much faster than you anticipated, but you were glad it was. The sooner he ate, the sooner he left– right?

Loki watched you carefully as you walked from the kitchen to the pot again like a ghost, two bowls in hand. You first filled his, the broth a nice brown-ish colour from the cooked chicken– and when you handed it to him you held up your hand for one moment.

You returned from the kitchen with a loaf of bread, breaking a piece for him. He gratefully took it. You then made your own bowl and joined him once again at the table, exhausted. Loki ripped a piece off the bread you’d given him, dipping it into the hot liquid before taking a bite. A hum escaped his chest, as if he were a starved man eating for the first time in weeks.

Starved but picky? His strange aura eluded you. “Much better than I expected, this will get me through the night, madam.” He grinned, almost as if he wanted to taunt you to anger– to do something not in your right mind.

What was the point in sharing names if he was just going to call you madam and lady? You weren’t even a lady, the state of your home made that clear. Tearing off a piece of bread, you silently dipped it into your soup and took a bite. Much to your surprise, he was right.

The soup was delightfully flavourful, instantly warming your core. Your mouth watered as you swallowed the broth soaked bread, picking up one of the smaller wooden spoons you’d grabbed for the two of you to eat with. You scooped up a chunk of potato, slurping it down with a bite of bread and as you chewed you began to realize there was something off about the soup.

You wanted to panic, to stop eating, but you didn’t. You kept eating it, because it was delicious. It was the most delicious soup you’d ever made, and you were a pretty good cook. Your mind ran wild with how something so simply put together tasted so good that you didn’t notice Loki had finished, and was watching you devour the soup and bread like you were the one starved.

When you finished the soup, you couldn’t stop the sigh of content that released from your chest. You felt warm, fuzzy, and sleepy. A tired you’d never felt before. You chalked it up to eating such a hot dinner on such an emotional night, but you knew you were going to sleep heavily afterwards. You looked forward to it.

Loki standing up pulled you from your daze, your tired eyes looking up at him. “Thank you for the meal, my lady. But I must take to the night.” He told you holding out his hand. Without much thought, you slipped your hand into his. Loki brought your knuckles to his lips, placing a chaste kiss upon them. Your brows flew up in surprise at the sentiment, the skin where he’d kissed feeling hot as well as your cheeks and ears. This was unexpected.

“Oh, it’s alright– please.” You awkwardly pulled your hand from his, stepping aside to lead him to the door. A part of you was jumping with glee that he was leaving so soon.

“If it’s no mind to you, when I am finish with my duties in the village, may this traveller come back for another meal tomorrow night?”

His question did not have time to linger before you agreed without thinking, wishing you’d bit your tongue. With a grin, Loki let himself out and was gone into the night. You closed the door, sliding the lock into place.

You stared at the door for a moment, then wavered to the bedroom in the back– it was your father’s bedroom now turned yours. You plopped into the bed, softly grunting as your body collided with the fluffy blanket. Your body was burning, and your head was elsewhere. That soup did a number on you, and as you thought back to seeing Loki leaning over the pot, you drifted into a deep slumber for the rest of the night.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki #loki odinson #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #loki imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki au #loki mcu #loki x female reader #loki one shot #loki laufeyson one shot #loki x you #loki fanfics #loki fanfiction #fermentedwriting #fermentedfics

[rosaline-black]

ᴅᴏᴠᴇ - ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ

Summary: When being forced to join the avengers in an attempt to reform, the last thing Loki expects is to fall for the green thumbed witch who spends all her time in the greenhouse.

Category: Loki Laufeyson X Fem!reader

This was a new low. Resorting to going behind enemy lines, having to enter the place he had attempted to destroy a couple years ago. And no, not to infiltrate, but to join them. The godforsaken avengers.

"Brother... you need to at least act as though you are willing to be here..."

"Thor... I'm not willing to be here..."

"It was this or you would be condemned to the dungeons of Asgard for eternity..."

Loki had sort of tuned out as Thor continued to speak of what could have happened. His eyes scanned the mutual living space, it was comfortable, too modern for his taste. But then something caught his eye, or someone to be more exact. Your gentle fingers carefully mimic the motion of flipping a page, the book in your hand, in turn, flipping a page. Witchcraft?

He didn't remember you from the battle, and Loki was sure he would remember a face like yours. Gentle and kind, a nurturer he assumed. He was drawn to you for some reason, a reason he could not explain, and his chest was tingling in a way he never felt before. It was... peculiar.

"Ahhh reindeer games... finally arrived..."

Amazing, Tony stark was here to greet him. Loki wanted the ground to open and swallow him, maybe one of doctor strange's portals to open beneath him. Anything to remove him from the humiliation he was facing. Of course, it was deserved, but he could feel your eyes on him, and although he did not know you, he didn't want you to see him this way.

"Stark..." he said coldly in return, keeping the witty comeback about Tony's alcohol dependency behind his tongue. Maybe he could use that another time.

What followed was even more peculiar. On orders of Nick Fury, everyone was supposed to greet him. All of the defenders of Midgard looked up on his arrival, just like he expected the warmest reception he received was from his own brother. That was until you.

"Hello, I'm y/n... it's lovely to meet you..."

Loki didn't know whether he wanted to cradle you in his arms or puke at how kind you were being. He almost fell for it, of course, you were being sarcastic, for who would be intentionally kind to a monster like him.

"Sarcasm? How witty..." he snapped your sweet smile dropping.

"I wasn't being sarcastic I was welcoming you-"

"Oh of course you were... let me guess pretending to be kind so you can find out my weaknesses and report them to the higher-ups... very clever..."

Loki watched as your mouth fell upon, brows drawing together in anger, and just as he expected you to rip into him, scream at how nefarious he was, you simply turned on your heel and left the room.

For some reason, he regretted his cold attitude, not even because now the entirety of the avengers were glaring at him even harder than before. The red-headed assassin stepped forward, her finger pressing against his chest as he stared up with fury-filled eyes.

"Listen here... you are not liked here... you are not accepted here... and going after someone who is for whatever reason trying to be kind to you isn't doing you any favours..."

So you weren't being sarcastic?

It had been two weeks since then. He now knew of you. The green witch. That is what they called you. A woman of nature, who had harnessed the fruits of the earth and nourished them even in the most industrial of cities. Loki was sure you could view even a common fly with the potential to spread care and worth. You saw potential in everyone, which was probably why you were so warm to him even after everything he had done to New York. You spent most of your time on the terrace of stark towers, in the greenhouse Tony had built you as bribery of helping the avengers.

Even after how distrustful he was by nature, Loki could tell you were being genuine in your words, after all, you weren't there in 2012, and you didn't see the pain and destruction he caused first-hand. However he knew you knew, yet still, you had been nothing but cordial, even after how rude his first impression must have been.

Nick Fury had assigned what he called "classes" to Loki. To him it sounded ridiculous, spending time with the different avengers in their respective fields, was a fancy way of saying he was being babysat.

So far he had spent a day or so with Bruce in the lab, the conversation was minimal but he hadn't seen Mr green yet so that was a positive. He had also spent a few days sparring with Thor and Rogers, both of which under minded him like he was a weak child, it sickened him. His latest class was with Romanoff, not once did she speak, her glare doing all the talking for her.

Yet today was different, today was your turn to show him first-hand what you contributed to the avengers. He was yet to see you in action, only the brief flick of your wrist here and there to open doors or summon items, it was menial, but how the others spoke so highly of your craft, it convinced him not to pass judgment quite yet.

The sun was hot on his ashen skin as he managed to arrive at the greenhouses five minutes early. The first thing he noticed was the range of greenery, flowers, fruits and even a sanctuary for aquatic plants spread across the concrete forest, it was quite the safe haven. Loki breathed in through his nose, it was the first time he'd felt fresh since arriving at the godforsaken tower. Like a new lease for life was washing over him with every passing second he spent in your arena of refuge.

The next thing he noticed was the light humming coming from the greenhouse itself, sweet soft melodies filled the air, and Loki was physically drawn to it, you were like a siren with only good intentions.

A pot smashing startled him from his reverie, your wide eyes staring back at him before you scrambled to pick up the brown porcelain.

"My apologies... I didn't hear you approaching... welcome to the greenhouse..." you muttered busily, your fingers curling around the pot, within seconds it was good as new. Impressive.

"It's quite alright... I'm here by fury's request... I assume you were told?"

"Yes.. yes I was... here come in... you can help me with my latest project..."

This piqued Loki's interest. Nobody had actually utilised him since arriving, only once did Bruce ask for his help, and that was when he needed a top-up for his coffee.

Loki carefully watched as you levitated a shoe box onto the table before you, the lid slipping off with a flick of your index finger, revealing a dove. The Dove was injured, its wing visibly broken, and its beak mauled, presumably by a feline.

"I found her on the roof yesterday... now I can heal plants but animals... takes a little bit more concentration... Thor tells me you were trained in sorcery..."

A fond memory of his mother nursing a mouse back to health resurfaced, but Loki pushed it away. His head only nodding in acknowledgement.

"Yes... however, healing magic isn't my area of expertise..."

Loki watched a small smile form on your face "Ah well maybe I can teach you something then..."

The next few hours went by quickly. The conversation didn't necessarily flow, but Loki found your company invigorating. Your witchcraft was beautiful, delicate fingers nurtured the plants of your greenhouse. He found it endearing when you even quietly spoke to your plants, his lips unwillingly curling into a smile.

He learnt of your heritage, how you'd hidden away for centuries in fear of being hunted for your magic. That was until Tony had managed to find your small cottage in the middle of the forest, coaxing you from your safe haven in hopes of letting you benefit the entire planet, and not just your small corner of the world.

Loki noticed how you didn't hold any form of arrogance like the others, you were simply just you; there to harness your craft and help whoever you could. He truly wanted to learn from you, and even though it had just been a couple of hours, Loki left the session feeling inspired.

Originally it was meant to be a week, a week in your company before he moved on to someone else, but Loki just couldn't let you go. The two of you had worked hard on researching different complex healing spells for Stevie.

Stevie was the name you insisted on naming the creature, something to do with a singer you liked? Nonetheless, Loki didn't want to leave your sanctuary just yet. After all, he was the god of lies, so one week turned into two and now you were onto the third.

Loki would pop in anytime he could, old books in hand and he would ramble about different approaches you both could take towards finally launching Stevie into flight. Although he enjoyed the little task the two of you were partaking in, he much preferred your company, in fact, he much preferred you.

"Right Loki... I think she's finally ready to take flight, her wing has healed, and she's singing again..."

You murmured almost sadly. Why were you sad? Loki was under the impression you'd be joyful, your hands waving in excitement, but there was none of that. Had he done something wrong? He always did something wrong.

"Is uh... is everything alright?"

"Yes... I just... never mind..."

Your hand waved him off, just like you waved off his concerns. Yet they remained banging against the confines of Loki's mind. He wanted to make sure you were alright, he needed to know that you were. A year ago the thought of caring for one of the earth's protectors would have sent him into a spiral of hysterical laughter and disgust. He wished he was ashamed to feel those things for you, but he swore on the gods that he'd jump off of stark towers and exclaim his love for you if it made you notice him. Before Loki could question you further, you spoke again. This time however it was unexpected.

"Your different from how I thought you'd be..."

His brows furrowed at that. Different how exactly? Different in the sense that he was no longer a homicidal maniac? He supposed that was true, not that the other members of the team believed him to be changed. To them was still the cold-hearted killer who murdered their beloved agent Coulson.

"Pray tell what you mean by that..."

Loki was an incredible judge of character, and he could practically feel the thin sheen of sweat secreting from your forehead out of nerves. Unlike himself you were an open book, he liked that. His father was a brute who kept his cards close to his chest at all times, so in turn, Loki did the same until he couldn't feel at all. That was until he met you, chipping away at the iced cage he'd put his heart into.

"Well I assumed you'd be mean... brutish like your brother... but without the loveable qualities..." Your eyes met his for a brief moment before a smile crept onto your face "However... you're not like that at all... your kind..."

Kind? Loki had never been called kind before. He assumed if he ever was called kind the person who spoke them would get a dagger to the chest just for underestimating him. Now, he wouldn't dream of doing such things. Well, at least not to you.

"I have a confession..." you spoke again, this time looking more shameful. This was usually the part where Loki got let down. Where the person he'd gone out on a limb to trust or care for sunk that very same dagger into his heart.

"Do go on..."

He didn't want that part to come. And lucky for him, it didn't.

"I'm a master healer within witchcraft... in fact, it's my strong point... one flick of my wrist and Stevie could have been fixed within an hour or two..."

Rarely caught off guard, Loki didn't know what to do with himself. You had lied to him? But not in the way he had assumed you would. What reason would you have for not just letting the bird go free that very same day you met him? Loki's low self-esteem didn't allow him to connect the dots.

"I don't understand-"

"I wanted you to come back... I... god I sound ridiculous... I just... you're the first person I've met since joining this team who seems to understand me..."

He could practically feel the heat emitting from your cheeks, you were clearly embarrassed. Loki couldn't focus on that though, your words had paralysed him into a statuesque state of being. His brain was screaming at him to say something, anything.

"I understand if you want to go... I've taken three weeks of your time-"

"I lied as well... I was meant to be in your company for just a week... and I told you fury extended that... but he didn't..." With a shaky breath, Loki continued "As it turns out... I've grown quite fond of your company... and you..."

The toothy grin that spread upon your face shattered the ice cage once and for all. Without overthinking his actions, Loki enclosed your hand within his own looking down into those eyes that sparkled with excitement and wisdom, the very same eyes he would happily stare into for all eternity.

"I'm very glad to hear that... I'm not very good with the whole... social aspect of this..."

You gestured with your free hand, waving it in his direction. If he could Loki would scoop you up in his arms and just hold you for being so unmistakably adorable. But that action may be a little bit soon.

"Darling... me neither..." Another shaky breath left the god's lips and as your floral scent reached his nostrils, Loki knew he was a goner "May I... kiss you?"

A split second after you had nodded your lips met in a rush of gentle nervousness. The only sound that culminated off of the greenhouse walls were the fluttering of dove wings. It seemed that doves were the birds of love after all.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #Loki x you #loki laufeyson x fem!reader #loki laufeyson one shot #loki fluff #loki reader insert #the avengers #avengers x reader #loki Laufeyson #Thor odinson

[anonymousfiction211]

Birthday

Summary: Loki didn't have a birthday present for you. Or did he?

Word count: 2.497 words

Warnings: Loki is a little bit of a dick at first, sex (18+), a little biting and hair pulling

Birthday The team was all gathered in the living room. You had poured coffee and put out cake. They had brought you some presents, new gadgets you wanted for your electronic devices, new craft supplies, or some jewellery. When everyone had gifted you their present, all eyes turned to Loki.

‘You don’t have anything?’ Steve asked.

‘No, should I have?’ Loki replied.

‘Well, it is tradition to give someone a gift on their birthday’

‘After the first 50, you kind of done with birthdays’ Loki said.

‘It is a tradition here on Midgard, I did tell you about it last month’ Thor chimed in.

‘Just let it go guys, I didn’t expect anything from him anyway’ you replied. Wanted to be done with this conversation.

‘Why wouldn’t you expect anything from me?’ Loki asked offended.

‘Pff, why would I? You are here for almost a year, do everything not to be a part of this team, so no. Like you could come up with anything I would want’

Loki shot up from the couch. He straightened his jacket, he stared blankly at you. ‘Fine, I’ll get you a gift. But be careful what you wish for’ he said way too calm for your liking. He walked away without saying anything.

The whole team now turned their eyes towards you. ‘What did you do?’ ‘You know what happens when you piss him off’ they started.

‘Yeah, yeah, after my clothes disappearing, the green hair, the cats to trigger an allergic reaction to the salt and sugar being switched.. I know. But he is so arrogant and self-centred all the time, I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out’

‘Relax, it’s not like he would actually do anything on your birthday’ Thor said.

Everyone looked at Thor. He just looked silently around the room. ‘I’m like 99% sure’ he said.

‘Didn’t you tell me he once gifted you a snake that bit you, which turned out to be himself later?’ Tony replied.

‘80% then’ Thor said.

‘And what about your birthday where he got you to get yourself lost in a maze?’ Nat asked.

‘55% then, still more than half’

‘Didn’t he once replace all the cakes at your birthday with vegetable that looked like cake?’ Steve asked.

‘I-, if I were you (Y/N), I might stay in my room tonight and avoid him’ Thor finally said.

You just shrugged it off. You would see what Loki would do when it happened. It was annoying, but the stuff he pulled was harmless. The rest of the afternoon you spend with the team.

Everyone had dinner together, but Loki never appeared. Thor when in search for him, but he couldn’t fine him anywhere. You were becoming a little nervous but tried not to let it show.

The rest of the evening, your nerves grew higher and higher. The fact that Loki was nowhere to be seen, didn’t meant anything good for you. When it was time to go to bed, you tried to reassure yourself. If he still hadn’t pulled anything today, maybe Thor was right .Maybe he would understand that he shouldn’t mess with you on your birthday. But if felt like you were lying to yourself.

You sneaked into the hallway, but there was no sign of him. You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. And tiptoed through the hallway, around the corner, to your own room. You opened the door and closed it behind you.

Safe.

Or so you thought.

The second you had closed the door behind you. It was gone. ‘Shit’ you said.

‘Didn’t the Captain teach you to not to swear?’ you heard his menacing voice in your ear. You looked back, but there was just a wall. You stepped into the middle of your room, looking for a door or other way out. But the room around you started to spin. You felt yourself move, but you couldn’t tell you if you were. You were starting to lose your balance and stumbled backwords. Two hand grabbed your hips from behind, your back hit something hard.

‘Answer the question’ you felt two lips brush your earlobe.

Startled, you jumped away from the hands and turned around. Loki was standing with an amused smile on his face. He took a step towards you, making you take a step back.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ he innocently asked.

‘It’s my birthday! You can’t do something to me on my birthday!’ you frantically answered. Normally his pranks were on a distance, that fact that he was up close didn’t mean anything good.

Loki just looked at the clock behind him. ‘It five minutes past your birthday, according to my clock’ he grinned.

You took another step back, not trusting what he had planned. Your legs hit something, you looked back to see an enormous bed behind you. Judging by the green colour, you knew it was his. You looked around and realized that you were in his room. It was obvious, though you had never been there. There was a desk with some scattered papers, a bookcase next to it, a sofa and a comfy seat placed next to a small coffee table, and there was a giant tv on the wall.

‘I’ve never been in your room’ you said.

‘Stating obvious facts, I see’ Loki replied.

‘Has anyone ever been in your room?’ you asked.

‘Do you like it?’ he asked.

You turned to face him, trying not to show you were a little startled that he had moved closer towards you, without you noticing.

‘Since when do you care what I think?’ you asked suspiciously.

‘Well, since you are going to be spending a lot of time here. I thought I would be nice’ he answered. ‘And no, nobody’s been here. Except for Thor’

‘Keeping me hostage in your room…. I think they will be able to find my location quite quickly’

One of his eyebrows quirked up. ‘I’m not keeping you hostage. If you want to leave, leave’  he stepped sideways and gestured to the door. You eyed the door and then Loki. You weren’t quite sure what he tried to pull. But curiosity got the better of you.

‘Why bring me here, and why not invite me like a normal person?’

‘Like you said, I owe you a present. I got you a present, and it is far more fun to teleport you here than to ask you’ he smirked.

‘No snake or vegetable cake I hope?’

He chuckled ‘No, you are going to enjoy this one. You can trust me on that’ he took another step closer towards you. This might have been the closest you have ever been. You could smell his forest cologne, for two seconds you closed your eyes and breathed it in. You looked him straight into his eyes, trying to hide your nerves and the effect his scent had on you.

‘All right, what did you get me?’ you asked.

‘Sit down’ he said.

‘Loki’ you warningly said.

‘Sit down’ he repeated himself. For a moment you contemplating on leaving, but let’s be honest, you didn’t want to leave.

You slowly sat down on his bed behind you. Not letting him out of your sight. He just looked smugly down at you and stepped closer to be right in front of you. You tried to ignore the bulge that was kind of in your face and leaned back a little bit on your arms.

‘What did you meant by what you said? That I’m going to spend a lot of time here, if I can leave any time I want?’ you asked, realizing he never explained himself.

‘Close your eyes’ he said.

You stared defiantly at him, but after a few seconds did as he asked. You felt his presence getting closer, the bed dipped a little lower, his curls trickled the side of your face and you felt two soft lips touch yours. Without a thought you moved your lips with his. He pulled back way to quickly, you opened your eyes.

´I thought I will finally give you what you truly desire’ he said.

‘And what is it that I truly desire?’ you asked intrigued.

‘Didn’t you think I knew? O darling’ he chuckled. ‘I have known for a while now. I see how you try not to stare while I train, when I just returned from the shower, or how your eyes almost pop out in the summer while I’m wearing nothing but trunks. And I have to say it’s just pathetic that you haven’t made your move once’

‘Y- You knew?’ you thought you were being smooth, but apparently it was quite obvious to him.

‘Did you thought you were being smooth?’ he patronizingly asked.

You were overthinking every event where he might have seen you staring at him. And you realized that you might not have been so smooth as you thought.

‘So, for your birthday. I give you me’ he looked smugly down at you. ‘I know it is the best present you have ever been given, but if you don’t want it, you can leave, and I’ll get you a necklace or something like that tomorrow’

You didn’t make a move, because now that he had kissed you, you needed, no you craved more.

‘Can I continue with your gift, now?’ he asked.

‘Yes’ you agreed.

‘Good’  his lips were back on yours again. He slipped his tongue in your mouth between his open mouth kisses. You were already panting and gasping for air, and realized he had only just begun.

His lips trailed towards your neck and without any warning you felt his teeth sink into your flesh. You hissed from the sudden pain, but the way he licked your skin afterwards made all the pain disappear. He had a way of balancing the line between pain and pleasure. It took him only a few seconds to find you weak spot, and you began to think that his nickname silver tongue, didn’t come from his way with words.

He sat upright, his legs on either side of your hips. A knife was conjured out of thin air. ‘If I were you, I would lay very still’

The tip of the blad was placed at your throat. He slowly but carefully dragged the tip of the knife across your throat to your chest. You were focussing hard on keeping your breathing even, so the knife wouldn’t cut your skin. The knife slid right through the top of you t-shirt and the middle piece of your bra was next to go. In one smooth motion he sliced through you entire t-shirt, making your breasts pop out of their containment.

Like an animal in heat his lips found your left nipple and he started to suck hard. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin. You arched your back, trying to escape the sudden pleasure, but it was no use. His hand snaked behind your back and he kept you in this position until he was satisfied by how hard you were panting and moaning.

His trailed his kissing upwards, until his lips reached your earlobe. ‘Now, normally I would tie you to the bed and make you beg until you have no more voice to even whisper your desperate prayers to me’

‘But since it’s your birthday and this is your gift, I’m going easy on you’

With a snap of his finger none of you were wearing any clothes anymore. Startled by your sudden vulnerability, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Loki grabbed your wrists and put them beside your head.

‘Don’t ever do that for me again’ he tried to warningly reassure you.

He kissed you softly this time and looked you in your eyes ‘I have been craving you since the moment I met you. Now that I have you, you’re mine and to me you are perfection, darling’

You felt one of his hands at your hip, sliding towards your thigh.

‘Tell me I can continue’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Loki, please, you’re killing me here’  you pleaded, hoping he would give you what you have craved all these months.

His hand moved towards your centre. He slowly trailed downwards and put a finger between your fold. Going upwards he found your clit and you whined out loud. Finally, you would get to know for real what his fingers could do to you.

He slowly started to circle you clit, while he kept his gaze on you. He registered every expression and every movement you mad. Calculating what to do to give you the most pleasure. A sum he had solved in merely a few minutes.

‘Sing for me, darling’ he hummed in your ear, while you could feel the high pressure let go in your release.

He kissed you, while you were still coming down from your high and felt his fingers slowing down their pace. With his hand he grabbed your hair and pulled it hardly, making you hiss. The tip of his cock made it way through your folds. He guided himself inside of you with his other hand, and slowly went as far as you could let him.

Full, was a word that got a whole new definition for you.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

‘Oh God, you feel amazing’ you ignore the smirk that showed on his face.

‘That’s right, pray to your God’ he moaned while he started to pump up and down inside of you.

He began slow but quickly picked up the pace. You met his pace with your hips, making his cock drag just against the right spot. He kept going, and you lost all track of time. Finally when he increased his pace, he triggered your orgasm hat milked him for all he got.

Completely spent, you were catching your breath. Loki did the same. When both of you were breathing normally, he slowly made his way out of you. With a snap the mess was gone and you smelled the fresh bedlinens on the bed you lay.

Loki laid down next to you, putting a hand around your waist. While he hummed in approval. You turned around in his arms, so your face was towards his chest. ‘You can’t say this wasn’t the best present you have gotten today’ he said teasingly.

‘You really are full of yourself aren’t you?’

‘I thought it was you who is going to be full of me’ he smirked.

‘Well, at least this was a good surprise, instead of all the bad ones you did’ you answered.

‘Really?’ he asked.

´Well, yeah. I finally get to lay in your arms’ you snuggled closer against his chest.

He just laughed a little. ‘While that is more than true. You do realize I’m your problem now? Don’t you?’

‘O god’ you murmured.

‘Happy birthday, darling. Just know that there here is only one God that can help you now’ he whispered in your ear.

Taglsit: @benaddictcumberpatch @joyful-enchantress @harlequin-hangout @eleniblue @misunderstoodself @lokisgoodgirl

Let me know if you wan to be added

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki marvel #loki mcu #loki god of mischief #loki god of lies #loki of jotunheim #loki x you #loki x reader #loki fic #loki fanfiction #loki fiction #loki fanfic #loki sex #loki smut #loki story #loki one shot #loki oneshot

[lokisgoodgirl]

Deeper [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki have a sensual reunion in the Tower swimming pool. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluffy Smut. Language.

Your face dipped beneath the still surface of water with every careful spread of your arms. There were sixty-four lengths in a mile. So far tonight, you had swum eighty-six. The calmness of the swimming pool on the second highest floor of the Tower had been a godsend while Loki had been away. It helped soothe your nervous heart and fill the empty nights - if not your empty bed.

An undercover operation; arms deals, shady characters with suspicion and murder baked in the soul. You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you dipped a final time beneath the surface.

Your fingers wrapped around the cool ledge at the deep end, taking a breath before turning and readying to push away from the wall. And that was when you saw him.

Loki was leaning silently against one of the tall pillars surrounding the still water, reflections bouncing in ethereal waves across his face; eyes creased at the corners in a secret smile. He was half bathed in shadow, strands of hair hanging loose at his temples with the lengths drawn back into a ponytail. A perfectly fitted suit clung snug to his imposing body, the black material making him look like a shadow transfigured to flesh in the gloom. “Hello, love.” he murmured, the echo carrying around the tiled space. “Stay where you are, please.” he commanded calmly, seeing your excited failed attempt to hoist yourself up to the edge. “Right...there.” You knew you should ask how the mission had gone. Quite well, you expected, considering he was back three days early. But right now, Loki clearly wanted to play. A thrill roared through your blood; hot and wild as the heels of his dress shoes clacked against the tiles with each measured stride. He paused at the precipice of the shallow end, leaning down achingly slowly and unlacing his brogues before slipping them off. He knelt at the top of wide stairs which disappeared beneath the lapping surface, before rising to his full height. Nimble fingers moved to the buckle of an expensive leather belt, the whip as he yanked it from its loops making your pussy clench beneath the water. Loki’s eyes never left yours as he unzipped the sinfully fitted trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out, kicking them to the side.

You felt your grip against the ledge falter as he began to toy with the waistband of his black underwear. The smooth wall of the pool slipped against your back, making you kick your legs harder to stay afloat. The urge to begin swimming towards him was almost unbearable. You blinked as he peeled the tight cotton over his hipbones, toying with you as the waistband caught on his growing bulge before letting them fall to the ground. “Come to me, darling.” he purred, his velvet voice seeming to fill every pocket of air all the way to the high ceilings. “Slowly.” You swallowed the well of saliva that had formed on your tongue. God, how you loved him.

Stroke after stroke, you moved as slowly as you could while your heavy gaze bore into the sight of your god shrugging off the bespoke suit jacket. It joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor before he reached up and pulled the hair-tie from its hold. Curls unfurled around his shoulders as long, pale fingers moved to the knot of his silk tie – digging in and releasing it with a firm yank.

Your breathing was completely out of time with your movements, the heavy throb of desire beating in your core seeming to pull you deeper. The water was treacle. Every brush of your arms that had felt effortless minutes before, now a mammoth task. He began unbuttoning his shirt just as you reached the halfway point. “Stop, please.” he enunciated slowly, making your breath hitch as you splashed upright. Your hands grazed on the surface to the side, keeping yourself afloat as Loki began to descend into the gently lapping water. You bit your lip, seeing the curve of his muscular calves submerge as he made his way confidently down the stairs. Loki's cock was hardening furiously with anticipation, swelling with the same heat smouldering between your legs. It bobbed with every slow step. And he was still wearing the shirt. The half naked god waded through the shallows, pausing to dip himself once beneath the peaceful surface. He ascended soaking wet, throwing his sodden hair back over his shoulders. The soaked white cotton clung to every valley in his chiselled torso, dark shadows visible through the shirt where the rock hard muscles dipped and rose. His hair wrapped in inky tendrils down his neck, drops of chlorinated water rolling over his cheekbones. He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all yours. In four effortless crawls, he reached you; the force of his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he kicked backwards pushing you against the nearest side of the pool. Loki’s breath was hot against your wet skin as you spluttered, the intensity of his stare making you quiver in his arms. “Norns, how I’ve missed you.” he whispered with a groan, wet kisses trailing the angle of your jaw.

Your fingers toyed at the opening of his shirt, tips relishing the feel of him pressed against your body after so long apart. “I know how much you love to undress me from these contraptions.” he chuckled, drawing himself away from the lure of your exposed neck. You smiled. “How thoughtful of you.” you coyed, enjoying the flash of his dimples that followed. Loki slipped a finger under one strap of your swimming costume, eyebrow rising as it slid easily down your bicep. The other followed. You arched your back, allowing him to tug the chest down around your waist. He moaned in appreciation, exhaling into a passionate kiss which fastened to your lips like a wave sinking into sand. His tongue massaged inside, caressing your own as your swimsuit slid over your thighs and into the void below with a final solitary tug of his fingers. Loki's hard chest pressed against the curve of your breasts, flattening you desperately beneath his violent kiss. The wet cotton dragged against your nipples, ferocious passion in every sway of his jaw as he consumed you. Your fingers dragged through his slick hair, tangling in the mess of thick strands that spread on the water’s surface. Without warning, he hoisted you to perch on the cold side. You gasped as the cool air bit against your soaking skin, the rough of the edging grazing your thighs before he wrapped his fingers over your dripping calves and placed them gently over his shoulders

“Close your eyes.” he murmured, the low lapping waves against the side tiles making you shudder as you did what he asked. You knew his feet would be flat on the bottom of the swimming pool floor, the blue hued water caressing teasingly around his biceps as he slid closer and nuzzled against your inner thigh. “My beautiful woman…” he whispered wistfully, licking a trail over the skin before he latched to your pussy. Your head fell back, heavy strands of clumped, wet hair slapping between your shoulder-blades. Loki’s tongue swept softly against your slit, his hands massaging up your spread thighs before pulling your ass closer with a gentle yank. He moaned softly as your sex rolled against his open mouth, tongue slipping inside your channel sticky with fresh arousal. Your hands slid over his slick scalp, pulling him deeper. Baritone growls vibrated against your centre, every flat lick of his talented tongue making you thrust into him. Your palms braced on the floor behind you, feeling yourself fall backwards with a shameless groan of pleasure. Loki chuckled against your pussy, his sharp jaw waxing and waning as he ate you out like he was conducting a symphony. It was perfection. With him, it always was. Your thighs juddered against his shoulders, making his fingertips dig tighter into the soft flesh. Climax was close, and he knew it. Wet slurps rose muffled between your splayed thighs, only the god’s brow visible above your hips. He looked so fucking good buried in your needy pussy. He always did. You felt the point of his tongue trace from the base of your slit to your swollen bud, flicking in a straight line to the side. It moved in a licentious circle, stalking your entire tingling sex in a teasing dance before landing on your clit again. His eyes moved up to meet yours, the smouldering hues of his irises darkened by lust and delayed gratification before ducking down. You arched your back as he began another ascent up your messy centre, the staggered gasp from your lips taking you by surprise. Your hips began to shake as he flicked his head to the right, his tongue capturing a delicate fold in a gentle suck. Shallow pants made your chest rise and fall as he hovered, before repeating the movement, lower this time. A staggered moan of his name filled the air. His name. He was pleasuring you with his name. Loki licked his lips, cheekbones sharpening as he lowered himself to deliver the final sexually devastating blow. “I..-” you whimpered, making Loki laugh softly beneath your spread cheeks. His hands tightening around your thighs, pulling your ass flush against his chest. Making sure you could see him work, he lapped gently at your asshole. The pathetic whimper from your throat made a knowing smile tug at his lip, before he released a final straight lick against your little cunt. You couldn’t draw your gaze away from his, the restraint etched on his brow as he drew it up your sex with aching slowness. Your hands flew to meet his own, grasping desperately as he suckled your clit with needy abandon; feeling the spurt of your hot juices coat each soft massage of his tongue.

You felt your whole body relax, the slip of water against your legs as you fell down around him on autopilot. Loki's hands were fastened on your waist, guiding you over the edge of the pool to join him. Your bare chest slid again the heavy cotton stuck to his torso, one of the buttons of his drenched shirt catching on your nipple bringing you back to reality.

"Did you miss me?" he whispered, the ache of longing in his voice. "More than anything." you replied, sliding your hands over his broad shoulders. Your lip quivered, the force of your love for him reflected back twofold in his bottomless eyes.

Loki's hands rested on your hips, pulling you flush against his stomach. There wasn't a sliver of ebbing light between your bodies. At some point, the vibrant orange sunset through the window had faded to a panorama of glittering New York lights. The tails of his shirt floated upwards, resting on the surface. With trembling fingers, you made quick work of the buttons, peeling the arms off to reveal his flawlessly firm alabaster skin. "I love you." you sighed, before Loki kissed you again.

He adjusted you slightly, before the thick tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. Fresh cum from his attentions still clung there; knowing its purpose. "I love you." he said firmly. "Always, I will come back to you.” His warm breath skating up the curve of your cheekbone, before he nuzzled possessively against your temple. “Always." he whispered against the dripping skin.

Dual groans of ragged relief echoed around the swimming pool as he squeezed into your keening heat, dragging against the friction of water. He filled you to the hilt, bottoming out with a careful thrust of his muscular hips. Your back slipped against the side of the pool, the cock impaling you the only thing stopping your body slopping beneath the surface. At some point, he had wrapped your legs around his waist, taking control as you fell apart beneath his touch.

Your back slid up the tile as he fucked you, the slow gyrations of his thrusts making you bounce steadily up and down. Nails dragged down his back, a hiss escaping his parted lips as he shook away inky slathers of hair that clung to his bladed jawline. Sweet murmurs of praise fluttered in the air, chiming with the rhythmic lap of waves against the side. Your fingers gathered Loki’s sodden hair, curls transformed to obsidian lengths that fanned on the water with every squat as he made your world spin. Glittering skyscrapers radiated behind his head, a line appearing and evaporating between his brows as he tried to withhold his moans of pleasure accompanying each slow slap of his hips. He had been undercover for far too long. “Let me hear you Loki…” you whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him. “I want the whole Tower to know my lover’s home.” He growled, bracing a hand against the edge of the pool beside your shoulder. You heard the crack of porcelain, crunching as he clenched his jaw with a feral rumble. It crumbled beneath his grip, flecks of white plaster descending into the water which had begun to slosh violently around your tight bodies. His forehead pressed against your own, shallow pants becoming ragged and fierce. “F-fuck...darling...jeg er h-hjemme.” His breath caught as he spoke the words. ‘I’m home’, you thought with a gasp as he plunged deeper. Loki’s moans became frantic, primal, loud– every drag of his rigid cock tipping you over the edge a reminder that you were his. Every masculine whimper of pure desire from his lips a reminder that he was yours.

When Loki was gone, you always realised just how much you loved him; his absence draining your world to fading shades of sepia. And when he returned, you felt yourself fall inexplicably in love all over again; in deepest greens and brightest gold. His love consumed you. And each time, deeper.

Tags @gigglingtigger @meowmeow-motherfucker @muddyorbsblr @imalovernotahater @avengersalways @littledark11 @lokikissesmyforehead @simplyholl @fictive-sl0th @loopsisloops @thedistractedagglomeration @loveroflokiforpoeticjustice @123forgottherest @joyful-enchantress @sititran @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @michelleleewise @vbecker10 @imalovernotahater @thomase1 @morriggannlostinfandoms @marygoddessofmischief @ravenwings73 @xorpsbane @filthyhiddles @peacefulpianist @maple-seed @yelkmelk @wheredafandomat @mistress-ofmagic @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @ozymdias @peaches1958 @your-taste-on-my-lips @lokidokieokie @kikster606 @peachyjinx @tbhiddlestan83 @trickster-maiden @mandywholock1980 @lokisninerealms @daggers-and-mischief @sinsandguilt @skymoonandstardust

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x yn #loki x yn smut #loki fluff and smut #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson #avenger!loki #loki mcu #loki x fem reader #loki x female reader smut #loki oneshot #loki one shot #loki imagine #loki x you smut #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki x female reader

[layla4567]

The stars are closer

Loki x female reader

Summary: You spend a pleasant night stargazing with Loki

Warnings: none i guess, fluff that rots teeth

WC: 832 (short but soft drabble)

A/N: inspired by the song "all the stars" by kendrick lamar and "car's outside" by james arthur

Loki was on the balcony of his room, resting his arms on the railing, contemplating the dark night dotted with stars and a fat, white moon serving as a spotlight above his head. Suddenly he saw you standing in the middle of the patio surrounded by tall pine trees, you seemed to be contemplating the infinite sky wanting to count the millions of stars.

Loki left his room and went to the patio where you were, it was a little cool but it wasn't freezing. Stealthy as a cat, he approached your side, not wanting to interrupt your silent ritual. You had your gaze lost in the stars and your eyes shone with the same intensity as them. Every once in a while your mouth twists into an open smile. Loki loved seeing you like this, so happy with something simple, he could feel the tranquility and emotion that your body emanated. He decided to break that spell that had you trapped by clearing his throat slightly.

"It's a beautiful night today, right?"

You were startled when you heard his deep voice very close to you and you turned to look at him, a wave of shame lightly enveloped you.

He laughed softly "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me".You said downplaying it and shrugging your shoulders. "I just wanted to see the stars, they are very bright today"

"You're right"

But Loki was not looking at the sky but at you, you were his most beautiful and bright star and he had you right by his side. He loved how your eyes seemed to contain the entire galaxy in two fragile pupils and how your mouth opened slightly in amazement when you found a new constellation.

Oh darlin all of the citylights, never shined as bright as your eyes

"Look at that star, it's very bright!".You said pointing a finger towards a part of the sky.

"It's not the brightest".He said without stopping to see you

"No? And for you, which one is the brightest?"

Oh if you knew that I already have it in front of me

Loki looked at the sky trying to look for a brighter star although he knew it would be impossible, suddenly he pointed his finger at any star.

"That one over there"

You looked where his finger was pointing and smiled, you didn't think it was that bright but it was nice.

"it's quite pretty"

"I think so...".Loki said smiling at you.

Suddenly you thought you saw something passing quickly through the night sky, like a trail of fiery and fast light.

"Look darling at a shooting star, make a quick wish my dear"

You gasped and quickly squeezed your eyes shut and wrinkled your nose trying to think of a nice wish, Loki laughed at the look of concentration on your face. He also silently closed his eyes and thought of a wish that would involve you for all eternity. Almost at the same time you two opened your eyes.

"Loki.."

"Mmh?"

"Did you also make a wish?"

"Yes dear, these Midgardian traditions can be interesting sometimes"

You laughed softly. "And what did you wish for?"

Loki raised a finger and moved it from right to left. "I won't tell you, miss naughty, or else the wish won't come true."

"You're a fast learner"

Suddenly a cooler breeze began to blow and since you had not brought any jacket you began to feel cold in your arms, you surreptitiously hugged yourself to give yourself warmth but Loki noticed your tremors and taking off his green cloak he placed it on your shoulders lovingly.

"No Loki, there's no need"

"Please darling, I insist"

You both sat on the grass curled up, you rested your head on his shoulder and he put his arm around your waist and kissed your hair. The night couldn't be more perfect and suddenly thousands of stars seemed to fall from the sky, but they weren't stars, they were meteorites. An enormous shower of small meteorites crossed the sky quickly as if it were a race, just a fleeting flash and then they went out. You and Loki lay down on the fine grass and linked your hands, admiring the landscape while the pine trees surrounded you and served as protection. You suddenly turned your head to see Loki.

"Loki tell me the truth.."

He looked at you confused.

"That wasn't the brightest star you saw, was it?"

He smiled softly. "The truth is no… because I'm seeing the brightest star right now."

His confession took you by surprise and you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows, but then your face relaxed and you smiled until wrinkles appeared on the sides of your eyes. You brought your face closer to his, almost touching your noses. You couldn't contain yourself any longer and crashed your lips against his. While the stars, meteorites, the moon and the entire universe were silent spectators of your infinite love

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #loki laufeyson #one shot #imagine #female reader #x reader #fluff drabble #drabble #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki marvel #loki mcu #loki fluff #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #y/n #loki x f!reader

[strawwritesfic]

Loki Laufeyson x Female!SHIELD Agent!Reader: Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

Summary: Loki is burdened with many things, but luckily, you aren’t one those burdens.

Rating/Warnings: All (Post-Avengers (2012); canon divergence Post-Avengers (2012); not canon compliant; fangirls; fanboys; Helicarrier; SHEILD Agent!Reader; Lab assistant!Reader; fluff)

Requester: Anonymous

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Request: “Can I request one where random SHIELD agents flirt with Loki but he shows no interest in them cause he fell for a shy lab assistant instead? Everyone was surprised cause they expected him to go for someone stronger and more confident but Loki likes the idea of being the big protector and having some [sic] rely on his strength. He adores her shyness and tender heart and treats her like a princess."

Notes: A request long, long, long in the making. Goodness, I think it's been over two years since this anonymous person asked for this. It's not a terribly interesting interpretation of the request. They can't all be. But I feel that it meets the requirements, and I'm ready to move on to the rather more...colorful Loki request on my list—and put a dent in my expansive request list. If you're the person that asked me for this all those months ago, I hope you enjoy this!

Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

At long, long, long last, you found yourself in the midst of a moment of perfect quiet. No Klaxons blaring, no unit head barking orders, no rock music pounding fit to shake the walls. Such moments were hard to come by on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. Coworkers and bosses alike expected a lot of even a lowly laboratory assistant such as yourself. Go here; pick up this; learn to shoot that. Things had only gotten worse since the start of the Avengers Initiative, too. So when you finally had your usual lab to yourself, was it any wonder that you jumped at the chance to spend some alone time with the Hulk blood sample that had been sitting inside the Stark Industries-powered fridge all week?

"So that's how that works," you murmured to the empty room.

You hardly dared to remove your eye from the microscope long enough to scrawl down a few lines of notes. Someone else might shatter your solitude at any minute, wresting the instrument from you or demanding an errand that would pull you away from the sample. The Avengers were all onboard that day, true—something that went a long way in explaining the vacancy of your typically bustling workstation—but if Director Fury got it in his head that something needed done right away, the presence of superheroes wouldn't prevent someone interrupting you to take care of whatever it was Fury demand. You wanted to take advantage of being without company for as long as possible.

"Agent [L Name]," said a woman behind you.

Only your several years of (generally useless) field training prevented you from shrieking at this sudden invasion of your quiet time. Unfortunately, said training did not prevent you from sucking in a breath and turning on the spot.

Maria Hill rolled her eyes at your behavior. Your cheeks grew hot as she uncrossed arms and made her way over to your lab table.

"Yes, Commander?" you asked weakly.

Her stern expression didn't shift. "You're needed on the bridge."

Well, that couldn't be good. Lab assistants, as a rule, didn't get called to the bridge. They especially did not get called to the bridge in person by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s second-in-command. You licked your lips at the thought of just why anyone up there might want to see you, then asked:

"You came up here to tell me that? Why didn't you just use the intercom?"

"I did."

Clearly, your play for time wasn't about to earn you any points with Maria. You gulped and went on in a rush, "I really can't come to the bridge right this very minute, Commander. I just got to work on this sample. Would it be all right if I came up when I'm finished? It shouldn't be more than an hour."

Oh, who were you kidding? You weren't going to get out of trouble that way. No one had told you to look at the blood to begin with. All you'd likely managed with that stunt would be making Maria extra angry for not asking her how high when she said jump.

To your very great surprise, however, she narrowed her eyes at you for a mere handful of seconds before she turned to leave.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine?"

"Fine." She paused at the door to throw a very characteristic look at you over her shoulder. "But I can't guarantee that he'll still be in one piece when you get there."

"He? Who's he?"

"Your boyfriend. It's his check-in day. Don't tell me you forgot."

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. In the midst of your excitement to find yourself alone at work for once, you had entirely forgotten about the one day a month you could easily (and legally) see Loki. That Maria herself had come searching for you to attend to something regarding him could only be bad news. Before she could make it to the lift down the hallway, you put all your equipment and the blood sample away at a speed that might have got you mistaken for an Enhanced. Then you hurried after her to step inside the elevator before the doors closed.

Maria said nothing. Her pursed lips told you everything. Even if you'd had the wits about you to ask what Loki had done this time, you probably wouldn't have. What if you didn't like the answer? Taking a cue from her lack of small talk, you stared at the vertical crack in front of you so hard that your eyes began to water.

The doors opened seconds later. Maria unwound her crossed arms long enough to motion for you to step outside ahead of her. You could already hear a commotion coming from closer to the control point in the center of the bridge. Several voices spoke over each other in what sounded like excited—not terrified—tones, but you couldn't quite hear what they were saying well enough to confirm everyone's mood. Fury wouldn't call you in to stop a fight (not when he could get the satisfaction of seeing Captain America smash Loki's nose in with his shield), but Maria? Maria just might get more satisfaction out of seeing one of your coworkers smash your nose in instead.

You left the lift with your pulse pounding, though you did keep your arms from shaking at least. It took quite a bit of effort on your part to keep your eyes wide open as the bridge came into view. Bright afternoon sky blazed through the many windows. No dark figure stood at the controls, however. Fury must have had better things to do than referee whatever was going on.

And soon you spotted exactly what that was. One of the computer stations had drawn a crowd. A good six or seven S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed in familiar navy uniforms stood talking eagerly over one another. Fury had recently blocked all copies of Galaga on the organization computers, and last you'd heard, Mr. Stark hadn't come up with a way around it yet. Nobody was clustered around Cameron to watch him beat his latest high score, then.

Then you saw who the crowd was talking to. Just why Maria had called you up on Loki's check-in day became clear at once. A tall, dark-haired man with hollow cheeks stood at the center of the cluster of agents. A thick collar wrapped around his neck, and gleaming gold shackles kept his wrists firmly pulled toward the desk in front of him. As usual, Loki managed to look completely unbothered by such instruments as he smiled sardonically at the people surrounding him.

"Poor thing," you heard a woman say as you drew closer. "It can't be comfortable standing like that for hours on end."

"You've been waiting there for a long time, man. Are you thirsty? I could bring you some tea," said a man.

"Forget that! I brought grapes in my lunch. I could feed them to you one by one," said a second woman.

"Now, now," Loki purred. "You may all bring your offerings to me."

An excited murmur rose from the group as Loki’s green eyes swept across it.

“You.” He gestured as best he could with his hands restrained as they were. "Run along and retrieve those grapes. My beloved brother did not allow me to partake in breakfast before he insisted we traverse the realms, and who knows when he'll be back to retrieve me for lunch?"

A short-statured woman broke away to trot off in the direction of the nearest break room. She wore a glowing expression, and she did not stop to speak with you as she passed. The rest of the waiting agents resumed their fussing at once.

"He really shouldn't leave you chained like this."

"What if the Helicarrier falls out of the sky and you can't get out?"

"We could lose engine power again at any minute!"

"Truly," Loki bowed his head. "But then, Thor never has thought much about my well-being. It all started when I was about seventy years old..."

At last, you thought you were close enough to be heard without raising your voice. "Loki?"

His mouth snapped shut mid-sentence. The onlookers leaned in eagerly, waiting to hear the rest of his tale. Loki, however, looked over in your direction the moment he'd gathered his thoughts.

"[Name]!" he said.

The obvious delight in his tone caught his audience's attention. Every single person's head snapped toward you in unison—and not a single expression appeared happy.

You gulped.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary beings," Loki announced, "Agent [L Name]!"

All your coworkers continued to stare at you wordlessly. You could feel Maria doing the exact same thing behind you. Probably her idea of calling you up here had not involved giving Loki a better opportunity to show off. Thank God Fury seemed to be elsewhere that day. He would have already thrown the both of you into the newly repaired Hulk cell.

"Hi," you said uncomfortably.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy with work," said Loki.

Before you could answer, one of the men said, "yeah, [L Name]. What are you doing on the bridge? Don't you belong downstairs where you won't get in the way?"

If he could have seen Loki's expression growing colder and colder, that agent probably wouldn't have finished his sentence. As it was, the ice in Loki's genes was apparent as he said, "you will address her as Agent [L Name] until such a time as she requests you do otherwise."

The man looked as though he'd been slapped.

"So [Name]?" Loki turned the full force of his smile on you. "Why have you deigned to grace this vessel's bridge with your presence?"

"Commander Hill came and got me." You took a deep breath before plunging on: "She wanted me to come break this up. You're all causing a scene."

"A scene?" Now one of the women spoke up, indignant.

"We were all just talking until you barged in," said another.

"Why would Hill bother asking you to break up anything?" asked a man.

"What are you supposed to do to make us leave?"

"You're only a lab assistant."

"You can't even use your I.C.E.R. properly."

"Not to mention that all of us outrank you!"

Over and over and over they beat you with their words. You struggled to stand up straight under the full force of them. What could you say to defend yourself? They were right, each and every one of them. If only Loki hadn't been there to hear it. Maybe you didn't hang your head; maybe you didn't even flinch. But your lower lip trembled, and you knew that the moment Loki spotted that, he'd lose interest in you on the spot. Princes from other realms—even princes currently under galactic house arrest—didn't date girls so easily cowed by their peers.

“Silence!”

This voice belonged to Loki, and so people did, in fact, fall silent. Even the woman before, returning clutching a bag of red grapes, didn’t voice her obvious confusion. One by one, each of the agents present turned their attention back to him. But a smile no longer grace his narrow features. He stood at his tallest, head up to gaze down his nose at those surrounding him with undisguised scorn.

“I warn the lot of you to not insult the love of my considerably long life,” he said. “After all, your lives working for such a sloppily led organization will certainly be cut so short that none of you will be capable of so much as grasping what such a love entails. That [Name] has selected a more reasonable assignment does not make her lesser. In fact, I should think her career choice proves her vastly more intelligent that the standard-issue SHIELD agent that you all proclaim to be.”

You bit your lower lip, bracing yourself for another round of mockery.

One never came. Many grumbles did, as well as dark backward looks, but no one said a word as the group slowly dispersed. The woman with the grapes left without further comment herself.

Then you found yourself alone with Loki at last. When you finally gathered enough courage to face him, you found his frosty demeanor gone. In its place was a warm smile.

“Are you all right?” he asked gently.

What could you do in response to that besides hurry over to hug him?

“Thank you,” murmured into his neck.

“For what?”

“Saying all those nice things about me.”

“For once,” Loki said as you lifted your head to smile at him, “I only spoke the truth.”

Most people claimed Thor to be the most princely of the Asgardian brothers, but when Loki said things like that, you couldn’t imagine that was true. Loki’s charm struck you speechless. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect an answer from you on this occasion.

“Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?” he asked.

Your heart soared. “I’d love to.”

“Good. I’ll need feeding, seeing as you chased off my potential servant.”

Was he joking? With Loki, it was hard to tell. You decided to assume he was in this case. Chuckling, you stood on your toes to give him a swift kiss.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you told him.

“I’ll be waiting, my princess. Unless, of course, Thor happens to remember where he left me before then.”

“Tell him to wait until we’re done with lunch. You need sustenance. I love you,” you added as you turned to leave.

“I love you as well.”

You shot him an enormous grin before you walked back to the lift. Several of the agents stationed nearby rapidly looked away from you and back at their screens as you passed. Maria remained exactly where you’d last seen her only long enough to roll her eyes. After that, she went to stand in Fury’s usual position on the bridge, and pretended as though she didn't see you hurrying back to your post.

Did you care? Not at all. Let them stare. Let them gossip. Though you were hardly the bravest, strongest, or smartest agent S.H.I.E.L.D. had to offer, Loki had chosen you. He could have chosen anyone, any of those vastly more talented people willing to sacrifice just about anything for him. But when your eyes found him one last time before the elevator doors closed, you saw him smiling at you from across the room.

A love like that was even harder to come across than the peace and quiet you’d been trying to enjoy earlier that day. Thankfully, Maria had interrupted all that. If it came down to a choice between standing in the center of attention or hiding in your lab, when it came to Loki, you’d pick standing in the center of attention every single time.Post Work

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #one shot #request #request fic #loki #loki layfeyson #loki odinson #avengers #avengers 2012 #marvel #mcu #thor #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x you #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x y/n

[thebestofoneshots]

MARVEL

Your favourites: ❈ Lilly’s favourites: ✩ Smut: ♡

Want to support me? Consider buying me a Ko-Fi <3 Or just rebloging this post

Bucky Barnes

Road Trip ❈ ✩

Party Favours ❈

See you soon

Kitchen Mess

Babysitted

DogTags

Books and Pizza

Electric Pink or Magenta Day (Accidentally posted it twice, slightly different ending) 

Pillowless ❈ ✩

April Fools

Marshmallow monster ✩

My Favorite super hero Pt.1 Pt. 2 ✩

The kids ride

Winter Morning ❈

Blue spray paint is the new black ✩

Christmas Times

Cold Feet ❈ ✩

Loki Laufeyson

Hugs and Wild Beasts

A piece of heaven

Series:

Time Variant 30578 ❈ ✩

#one shot #imagine #oneshot #marvel one shot #marvel oneshot #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky x reader #bucky one shot #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #the winter solider x reader #bucky x you #Bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #loki of asgard #loki fanfiction #loki odinson #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x you #loki one shot #loki oneshot #loki series #Bucky barnes

[mochie85]

Hey! Just popped in to say, I love your work and could you also put up the masterlist for the Poker face fiction, which is one of my favourites [cuz I spent the last hour scrolling through to find it]

Sending you a Thor-sized hug! Awe 😍 Thank you so much jellybean! Poker Face is kinda tricky. It was supposed to be a one-shot that got away from me again because of my extra-ass. So it's part of a series. The first in These Wicked Games.

These Wicked Games

I'm sorry you had trouble finding it.

Now, I'm not one to promote myself ...who am I kidding, of course I am!... But I highly recommend the following chapter to Poker Face, The Chase.

Two words: spreader bar. Enjoy 🤗

#answering asks #lovely people #these wicked games #one shots that got away from AGAIN! #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mcu #tom hiddleston #poker face #the chase #loki x reader #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki smut #loki fluff