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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Tale as old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: the much anticipated smut!! Fingering, smut (p in v), unprotected sex (not too graphic) tiny bit of angst in the beginning, soft smut, sorry if I missed anything.

Summary: you and loki begin the rest of your lives together.....

Part Nine-

Final Part one--Part two--

Silence crept through the castle, echoing through the halls when a cloaked figure appeared at the bottom of the steps. Looking around at the now lifeless furniture they slowly strode past into the castle. They walked into Loki's chambers, seeing you hunched over him, your fist balled in his shirt. "Loki...please come back to me." You sobbed looking down at him. "I..I love you..." you whispered leaning down kissing his forehead. The figure removed her hood, revealing the enchantress as she looked down at the melted snowflake. Lifting her hand she chanted as the glass shattered, the water swirling with it flying over engulfing Loki.

You quickly got to your feet, watching him become engulphed in a bright golden light as he rose into the air "what are you doing?" You yelled at the woman who didn't even look at you "leave him alone!" You yelled again when you looked over eyes widening. You watched as Loki's skin went from the deep blue to a beautiful alabaster, the bulk of his muscles disappearing, leaving a lean slender frame, his horns vanishing as his long hair swirled with the glow before it gently set him back down on his side, the light dissipating when you heard him groan.

You took a step forward, watching him lean up on one arm "L..loki..." you whispered as he got up, turning to you. You walked up to him, seeing his ruby eyes were now a beautiful emerald. Searching them you reached up pushing his hair back cupping his cheek as he leaned into your touch "y/n.." he said shakely, tears forming in his eyes "I'm here.." you breathed, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks. He thumbed away your tears, leaning down he gently pressed his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck you laced your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss hearing him groan. You broke the kiss, seeing the sunlight steam through the window, his chambers looking as if nothing had happened.

"I love you y/n." He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours "I love you Loki." You whispered back closing your eyes, feeling his arms around you when you heard commotion outside "come on." You said grabbing his hand you led him to the foyer, watching in awe as the furniture turned back into who they were before, the rest of the castle returing to its former glory. "Master! You broke the curse!" You heard James, looking over seeing a tall man with long brown hair running up to you "it's good to see you old friend." Loki said embracing James. "Madam..you saved us." Anthony said bowing to you. You felt Loki grab your hand, seeing him smiling at you as he made his way through the crowd of people

"Lady y/n!" You heard, looking over seeing a child running at you "it's me! Peter." He smiled when you leant down hugging him. "Im so happy to see you." You said holding him tight. You stood up, seeing a beautiful red head walk through the crowd "I'm so happy for you both." She smiled wrapping you in a hug. Stepping back she looked at Loki "You mess this up, I will kill you." She said making you laugh "if I do, I will let you." Loki said squeezing your hand. You mingled with everyone, exchanging hugs when you saw Loki close his eyes rubbing his face. "I believe a celebration is in order!" Anthony yelled hearing everyone cheer. "That sounds amazing, but I think im going to take Loki to rest for awhile." You said grabbing his arm.

"Yes, of course! We will come get you both later when it's time." James said winking at you. You pulled Loki with you guiding him to his room "we can stay love, I don't mind." He smiled down at you. "After everything that's happened I insist you rest." You said lacing your fingers with his. You walked into his chambers, dropping his hand you walked over closing the curtains hearing the door close. "Darling I'm fine, I promise." He said crossing the room. "Well, then you can lay in the dark." You said hearing him laugh "only if you lay in the dark with me." He whispered in your ear making you jump. "L..loki, i.." you started, feeling his hands wrap around your middle, pressing his large hand on your stomach.

You turned in his arms, shivering at his proximity as his hand pressed to your lower back. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles flex "Loki, I want to....I do." You said looking up meeting his eyes "but I'm not very....experienced." you whispered. You watched his eyes soften as he smiled at you. "Can I tell you...I have wanted you since the moment I saw you." He said, his eyes roaming your face. "Your beautiful eyes, that saw me when no one else did." He whispered kissing your eyelids. "Your perfect lips, that spoke nothing but kindness to me, even when i did not deserve it." He whispered gently kissing your lips. "Your hands, that healed me." He said grabbing your hands kissing the back of them. "I adore everything about you." He said leaning closer, his nose touching yours.

You closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan against your cheek. "Please y/n..." he breathed. You tilted your head up, pressing your lips to his as his hands roamed your sides traveling to your back. You felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip, moaning as his lips slanted over yours, his tongue pressing in massaging yours. You gripped his shirt feeling his fingers unlace your dress, gripping the sides pulling the back open. He pulled back, nibbling on your lip as he grabbed the shoulders of the dress, slowly pulling it down your arms "it was a lovely dress.." he breathed, pushing it past your waist letting it pool around your feet "but not near as lovely as you love." He said, his eyes roaming your exposed figure.

You brought your arms up trying to cover your bare chest when he gently grasped your wrists "no love, I need to see you." He said. Turning you from the window he slowly backed you up to the bed, stopping when the back of your knees hit the mattress. He leaned down, gently kissing your neck as his fingers ghosted down your arms. "Lokiii..." you moaned, tilting your head back feeling his lips latch onto your collar bone. He slowly kneeled down, gently kissing your stomach making you gasp as your hands flew up trying to cover your stretch marks when he grabbed your hands in his, looking up at you. "You are beautiful darling, let me worship you." He said, placing another soft kiss to your stomach.

You laced your fingers through his hair, watching him hook his fingers under the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, not breaking eye contact as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your thigh. Lifting your feet you stepped out of them watching him toss them aside. He grabbed your hips, slowly standing up "lay down love.." he whispered kissing your cheek. You climbed on the bed, settling back against the pillows watching him run a hand through his hair, pulling his shirt off tossing it aside. His eyes met yours as he hooked his thumbs under the hem of his pants, slowly sliding them down leaving him bare to you.

Your eyes traveled down to his chiseled chest, his abs flexing as he climbed on the bed, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. He reached up, parting your knees settling between them as his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You felt his fingers slide up your side, gently cupping your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple making you moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss, traveling down to your collarbone, licking and sucking on the sensative skin above your beast. You buried your hand in his hair, holding him to you rocking your hips up. "Lokii...please.." you breathed, feeling his tongue circle your nipple, softly blowing on making you arch your back.

You groaned feeling his fingers slide down, slowly sliding through your folds as his mouth engulfed your nipple, nipping it with his teeth. "God...please loki...I need...." you panted, rocking your hips with his hand. He pulled off your breast with a pop, looking up at you "what do you need love...say it." He growled, his fingers circling your entrance "aahh you...I need you..." you moaned as he sank a finger inside you, slowly sliding it in and out. "How bad do you need me..." he breathed, adding another finger making you cry out "Loki..." you groaned gripping the pillow under your head biting your lip. He slid his fingers out making you whine. "Don't worry love, I'll give you what you need." He purred, climbing between your parted thighs.

You felt his erection press against your folds making you gasp. "I'll go slow love." He said cupping your cheek he leaned down gently kissing you as he slowly pressed inside you. You slid your arms around his back, digging your nails down his skin as he pulled out thrusting back in, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out. "God love...you feel amazing.." he panted fisting the sheets. You felt him twitch inside you making you moan "loki...more....please..." you groaned feeling him pull his hips back before pushing back in. You arched your chest up to his, rocking your hips with his feeling every inch of him against your walls.

"Haa..harder...aahhh..." you moaned as he snapped his hips into you sharply making you cry out. He thrust into you at and unforgiving pace, feeling your stomach tighten you reached up gripping his hair hard hearing him growl "g..goooddd..i..im..." you tried, your mind feeling fuzzy as he slammed into you. "Aahh I can feel you...c...come for me love..." he groaned, sliding his arm under your shoulder, holding you to him. You felt your walls clench around him, feeling every inch of him as you came hard screaming his name. "Aaahh....y/n....." he groaned, thrusting inside you holding himself there you felt him spill inside you. He thrust in a few more times before slipping out making you whine. He pressed his forehead to yours, you both panting as you came down.

He lifted his head looking down at you. You reached up, pushing his hair back cupping his cheek "I love you so much y/n." He breathed smiling. "I love you too, so much" You smiled back, lifting up kissing him. "Do you wish to take a bath with me?" He asked starting to get up when you grabbed him pulling him back down. "Not yet.." you said wrapping your arms around him. He rolled into his back pulling you to him, your head resting on his chest hearing his heartbeat making you sigh. "I was thinking...i know you want to see the world, what's say we go on an adventure, just you and me?" He asked rubbing your arm. "Well I would need to check on my father..." you trailed off, your finger tracing his stomach "He is more then welcome here, he'll have everything he needs." Loki said running his fingers through your hair.

You looked up at him smiling "really?" You asked seeing him smile back "Absolutely, our home is his home." He said pushing your hair back. You laid your head back down unable to stop smiling "so, where would you like to go first love?" He asked rubbing your back "as long as we're together, I don't care where we are." You said wrapping your arm around his middle hugging him. "You'll never be without me again love, I swear." He said kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep wondering what dreams would come since they already came true.....

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Just like in 2019, 2020 & 2021 I am going to post a kinky, fluffy or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st 2022.

All upcoming stories got added now.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until release date.). The release date may change.

All stories contain smut, gore or horror elements. Please head the individual warnings for this event!!!

FANTASY/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Irresistible Scent

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Kink: Marking kink

October 2nd: Revenge served cold

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Cuckolding

October 3rd: Like Hell

Pairing: Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader

Kink: A/B/O

A/N: requested

October 4th: Dance for me

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Stripper!Reader

Kink: Cock warming

October 5th: Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 6th: Mr. Orgasm (1) - Wrong Turn (Mr. Orgasm)

Pairing: Cultleader!Jensen Ackles x Author!Reader

Kink: Sex Cult

October 7th: Molded to perfection

Pairing: Steve Rogers x SextoyDesigner!Reader

Kink: big dick fetish

October 8th: Always daddy’s good girl sequel to Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Daddy kink

October 9th: Best costume ever sequel to Is that a costume? & Where is your costume

Pairing: Wolverine x fem!Reader

Kink: Ripped clothes fetish

October 10th: Her concubines

Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam

Kink: Feather play

October 11th: His favorite

Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader

Kink: Public sex

October 12th: Too much

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + facesitting and a hint of beard burn

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1

October 13th: Bearded Beast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Beard fetish 😈

October 14th: Asgardian Possession

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior/possession

A/N: idea by anon

October 15th: Her big bear

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Kink: Size kink

October 16th: Got milk?

Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader

Kink: lactation kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1

October 17th: Perfect ending sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Kink: Roleplay

October 18th: Put it there

Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader

Kink: Strap-ons

October 19th: Tight places - sequel to Cramped

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 20th: Dad Jokes

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Dirty Talk

October 21th: Enemy Mine

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Exhibitionism (implied)

October 22nd: The strongest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Strength kink

October 23rd: Mustache Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Kink: Gunplay

October 24th: You, me, and your hands tonight

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Quorofilia / Hand Fetish

October 25th: Normal, not boring

Pairing: Endgame!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x TfatWs!Bucky Barnes

Kink: Breeding kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1 & anon (Bucky)

October 26th: The gigolo

Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Kink: Paid sex

October 27th: Scavenger hunt

Pairing: Winchesters x fem!Reader (Dean, Sam, John, not Wincest)

Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome

A/N: idea by @moosekateer13

October 28th: Weather Goddess

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader (X-Men)

Kink: Hyperspermia & Cum fetish

October 29th: Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: daydreams

October 30th: Praise me like you should

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk

A/N: idea by anon

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: His prey

Pairing: Nomad!SteveRogers x Innocent!Reader

Kink: stalking

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1

October 31st: Carved

Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader; Sam x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Knife play

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

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awesomerextyphoon · 2 years

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The Fairest One - Part 1

Summary: So your stepmother killed your father, forced you to be a servant, and hired mercenaries to kill you and your best friends. Maybe it’ll work out for the best.

Pairing: Black Female Snow White!Reader, OFC, OFC, OFC x (Steve, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Thor, Pietro, Peter, Loki, and Joaquin Torres)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3K

Overall Warnings: a lot of Smut, Oral (f & m), Attempted Murder, Mild Depictions of Violence, Mentions of Child Abuse, Free Use Kink, Polyamory, Electric and Magical Stimulation, Light Angst, Light Bondage, Breeding Kink

A/N: This started as a fun idea from the Smut Hub Discord Server. This might be the sluttiest fic I’ve written to date. Dividers are by the amazing @firefly-graphics and was beta’d by @mrs-mischief-209.

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“Ow!! Fucking branch!” Estrella stormed as she picked herself off the forest floor.

“We tried to warn you, Ella,” Kusuma sighed noting Estrella failing to notice the branch for the third time now.

“It’s not my fault! My skirt is too long!”

“Then ditch the skirt! You’ve got pants!” Darinka reasoned as you helped Estrella off the floor.

“So how long are we goin’ keep running?” Estrella wondered.

“Until we’re sure Rumlow’s not on our ass,” you replied while checking for any indication that Rumlow and his men have followed you.

You couldn’t blame your friends for their weariness. You’ve been on the run for two days now. And despite the sinking weight of guilt in your belly, you knew this wasn’t your fault.

It was your stepmother’s.

It started two years after your mother died. Your father, the king, was worried that you didn’t have a maternal figure in your life (didn’t consider your friends’ mothers who treated you like one of their own), and that the kingdom needed a new alliance so he married the beautiful princess of Xarida, Konjit.

Konjit was indeed incredibly beautiful. Most of the court (especially the men) were enamored with her. She was kind to everyone she met and she showered you with love and attention.

All seemed well until one day, Baron Gwerder commented on how beautiful you were becoming...just like your mother.

Konjit squeezed your shoulder as she froze on the spot and her eyes darkened. It was the last day she was kind to you.

At first, you thought nothing of it. You just spent more time with your friends and their families.

She and your father were fighting and it was getting more and more public. The relationship between her and your father wasn’t that great, to begin with; it was a marriage of convenience though it never got that bad.

Your father seemed to relent and withdraw as your stepmother took a man named Alexander Pierce as a lover.

She became colder to you and your friends; sometimes slapping you in private saying you would never be good enough to be her daughter.

Pierce, her lover, started looking younger, more handsome while your father became aged and haggard in appearance. Everyone in court started talking of it, not caring if either you or your friends could hear.

Once your father coughed up blood during a council meeting, it was only a matter of time before he would die. You begged him not to leave you, but fate seemed especially cruel.

Your stepmother didn’t even have the decency to wait until the weekend to start fucking Pierce out in the open.

She wasted no time in removing your friends’ families from the board in terms of power and to make an example out of them.

You still remember the bodies and your friends’ screams. You still have nightmares about them.

Konjit immediately sent you and your friends to the servants’ quarters to ‘be of better use to the kingdom’.

That’s how things stayed for the next nine years and you tried to make the best of it.

“I can’t believe she tried to pull this stunt! There’s no way the public will take this lying down.” Darinka raged as she jumped over a fallen log.

“Then let us hope the rebels catch wind of it,” Kusuma encouraged noting the crowd commotion earlier.

While your stepmother had near-total control of the aristocracy, expanded the kingdom into an empire, and became rich beyond belief, she never had complete control of the public.

Especially when her reign was met with resistance.

It began with a few farmers' revolts near the edge of the empire and the Standek Republic. They grew in strength and numbers led by a group that goes by The Avengers.

It got to the point that she couldn’t just neglect you behind the castle walls. She actually had to prove that you were alive. So, she decided to throw a parade for your 24th birthday in an attempt to show the public that she really cared.

Really, bitch?! Too little, too late.

The four of you gave each other a look after she brought you to the throne room for her ‘fantastic news’. She even hired ‘bodyguards’ to make sure nothing horrible befalls you.

The leader introduced himself as Brock Rumlow. Yes, you remembered that name. They’ve been causing trouble for the female servants. Kusuma fought not to gag when some of the ‘bodyguards’ made cat caller ‘clicks’ at you.

That night, you and your friends hatched a plan of escape. You knew she was planning to have you killed during your ‘parade’, so you planned to lose them in the Reinstech Forest.

You asked Kusuma, Estrella, and Darinka if they really wanted to do this. They looked at each other, nodded, and affirmed that you’re their friend and they can’t leave you. Also, your stepmother would probably have them killed once you escaped.

You hated to admit it, but they were right.

The parade started as planned. You and your friends were fitted in dazzling dresses while the public cheered at finally seeing their princess again.

You gave Estrella the signal as soon as Reinstech Forest came into view. Somehow the crowd got restless and a fight broke out. Estrella used that instant to fire the smoke bombs, Kusuma and Darinka casted the nets and bolo restraints on your guards while you destroyed Rumlow’s tracker and sprinted into the forest along with your friends.

After three days of trekking, you stopped to catch your breath and did a supply check. Your group had enough food and water for five more days.

It took a few more hours before you reached a clearing. The bright light gave way to a large compound with five buildings, the residence dwelling being the largest.

Estrella knocked on the front door of the residence and it just opened.

“Anyone home?” Darinka wondered as the four of you made your way into the foyer.

The residence was...something.

The foyer was enormous but filthy; it looked like someone was at least ashamed of its state and tried to clean it. The kitchen was an absolute nightmare with the sight of mold in a few places.

Luckily, there were no rodents. To your knowledge.

The living rooms were in total disarray, the bedrooms were at best in a state of controlled chaos. None of you wanted to think about the bathrooms.

“Criminy! This place is a nightmare!” Estrella cringed.

“Was this place abandoned?” Darinka asked noting the cobwebs.

“No. None of the chairs or beds are covered in dust. Judging by the food, the inhabitants should be back soon.” You observed.

“Okay, if we’re going to convince the inhabitants of this place to let us stay, we need to clean up the place,” Kusuma reasoned, “Here’s the plan…”

You and Darinka tackled the foyer, dusting, and window washing while Kusuma and Estrella cleaned and polished the living rooms. All four of you decided to take on the kitchen together.

You needed a small support group for the bathrooms.

Fortunately, they had a vast assortment of ingredients to cook a feast. Hopefully, they won’t throw them out.

You found a sparse yet spacious room with a large bed to sleep in. All of you took turns guarding the door, but you soon fell asleep.

“Man, today was a pain!” Pietro complained as the team made their way back to the hideout.

They were wiped from taking out several of the Empress’s squads. They’ve been making excellent headway since Thor and Loki have been able to join. Also, not having the Maximoff twins as enemies was a nice bonus.

Sam got a tip from an anonymous source inside the capital that the princess would finally be seen outside the palace. It was reported that the empress was forced to prove that she hasn’t been killed. Some organizers planned on striking during the parade as a show of force against the empress.

They had planned to kidnap the princess and have her serve as a figurehead for The Resistance. Peter, Joaquin, and Pietro went to secure her Highness, but it didn’t go as planned.

First, the strike happened earlier than scheduled due to one of the younger strikers, a kid named Bradley, landing a blow to one of the nobles supportive of the Empress’s regime. Second, the strike turned into an all-out brawl. Then one of the young women in the procession activated several smoke bombs and all of the women fled the scene.

Damn it all to Hel!

They had the consolation of obliterating five of the Empress’s brigades though it was a drop in the bucket of her full force. The princess is the key to turning the tides.

Good thing no one was injured beyond a few scrapes.

“I hear the shower calling my name!” Joaquin beamed.

“Agreed. While today’s battle was exhilarating, we’re still not any closer to defeating her.” Thor noted.

“Well, we would’ve gotten some information out of that last captain if Barnes didn’t shoot him.” Loki groused.

“Lay off, Emo Mage! He was going to attack Tony, Steve, and Sam with a hell-fire blast. What exactly were you gonna do?” Peter countered.

“Why you impudent little-!”

“Enough Loki! Barnes, thank you for the save. Your skills are invaluable as always.” Steve maintained.

“Aww look! The little soldier needs to be reassured once again.” Loki mocked while Tony groaned.

“Can it Reindeer Games!”

“Will you cease with that name, Stark!”

“Ugh, here we go again-” Pietro started.

“The base feels different!” Peter interjected causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks.

“The fu-”

“Language, Cap.”

“Well Emo Mage, Shell Head, y’all have something to say?” Bucky questioned with a smirk.

“Nope.”

“My wards only go after those who would wish to harm us.” Loki scoffed.

“The kid’s senses haven’t failed us this far.” Sam pointed out.

“Let’s be careful.” Steve cautioned.

“Alright! Move aside!” Thor bellowed as he opened the door, Mjolnir in hand.

“Better not be like last time, Loki. Otherwise, you’ll owe Barton another 40.” Bucky warned while trying not to laugh.

“Quiet Frost Slayer before I…” Loki sibilated before gazing upon the once slovenly foyer.

“Holy shi-”

“Not now, Spiderling.” Thor admonished, “Something’s not right.”

“I know. That’s why I said so in the first place.”

“Parker, now is not the time to-” Steve started gazing around the foyer. It had never been cleaner even after his attempts to clean it. He could actually see his reflection looking up at him.

“What are those mouthwatering smells?” Thor praised as the other members practically drooled at the beautiful symphony of aromas coming from the dining room wave after wave.

The men nearly sprinted to the dining room to find a marvelous feast of Thick Beef Stew, Honey Tenderized Boeuf Bourguignon, 6 types of pasta, Creamy Mash Potatoes with Red Wine Mushroom Sauce, 2 Beef Wellingtons, 3 types of Quiches, Crispy Honey Orange Salmon, Chicken au Champagne, Tomato Basil and Mushroom Risottos, Cheddar Broccoli Soup, Honey Garlic Shrimp Skillet, and a whole host of other items.

“We can’t just eat this! It could be poisoned.” Steve chided much to the chagrin of everyone else.

“Really, Stevie?”

“This is the best food we’ve seen in ages!”

“Look, we have to find who made the food.” Steve reasoned.

“Well, judging by the food magic, they’re still nearby.” Loki surmised.

“Good. We’ll need to search the compound. Thor, Tony, Bucky, Pietro, and Peter: check the surrounding area. The rest of us will search the compound’s interior.”

“Fine!”

The group was about to give up after about an hour of searching and coming up empty when Joaquin shouted, “Hey guys, over here!”

“What is it?”

“Are they hot?” Pietro inquired to the slight disappointment of the group.

“What?”

“Really, Speedfeet?” Tony deadpanned.

“Stark-”

“Pipe down! They’ll hear us.”

“Okay, Torres. Who’s the ‘they’”? Sam asked while peering through the spare room’s door.

“You’ll never guess. Come and see.” Joaquin whispered as he open the door and revealed...four of the most beautiful women they’ve ever seen. All of whom looked familiar.

“Well, what d’ya know,” Tony smirked.

“Seriously?” Loki groaned pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How in the-?” Sam started

“Okay, okay. Let’s get out of here first and then we talk about what to do with them.” Steve suggested.

“So, what do we do now?” Joaquin queried.

“I don’t like this. It could be a trap.” Pietro grumbled remembering Wanda’s best friend, Radoslava.

“That may be. I wouldn’t put it past the Usurper.” Thor mused.

“Let’s let them sleep. When they wake, we can interrogate them.” Steve put forward.

“Hey, Loki, could you use calming and truth spells during the questioning?” Sam asked.

“’ Tis a small matter.” Loki waved dismissing the matter as an infinitesimal task

“Um, so now that we have a plan for the women, what do we do about the food?” Peter wondered as everyone’s stomach started growling with a vengeance.

“Well,” Steve gulped,” since neither Loki nor Tony sensed anything amiss with the food. So maybe we can- Wait! Stop! You’ll wake them up!”

Dinner was...entertaining.

“Guys stop fighting! There’s enough food for everyone!” Steve shouted while saving several plates.

“I would if Thor would stop hogging all the beef!”

“Then trade me some of the chicken and salmon, Samuel!”

“C’mon Tony! Put the armor away! You can shoot Bucky with a repulsor ray over a Dinner Roll!”

“Have some class, Cap! It’s a Buttery Honey Brioche Roll. Do you know how hard it is to make them this well?!”

“Peter! Get that quiche off the ceiling! You can’t eat them all!”

“You sure about that, Torres?”

“Pietro! Stop swiping the pasta!”

“I need carbs, Пиздец!”

“Ugh! Loki, could you help, please?!”

“Not a chance, soldier!”

“I should've asked for Strange to join instead,” Steve grumbled under his breath.

“What was that, mortal?”

“Nothing!”

“Fuck it. Give me a plate of that Braised Lamb and Mash Potatoes!” Steve barked giving up any notion of having an orderly meal.

The food was gobbled up in record time. Everyone hoped that the women weren’t spies for the empress. That was the best meal they’ve ever had!

“Ugh. Where are we?” Kusuma yawned. She was always the first to wake up in the morning. Everything seemed to be in order until she noticed the door being open wider than last night.

“Girls, wake up!” She hissed while gently shaking them awake.

“Okay, okay, we’re awake!” Estrella lethargically groused, “So what happened last night?”

“I don’t know, but I sense other lifeforms, nine of them.” you fretted noting the lifeforms being dispersed throughout the compound.

“They didn’t do anything, but we can’t let our guard down,” Darinka warned while checking her clothes and surroundings.

“I wonder if they enjoyed our offering?”

“That’s your first priority?!”

“Don’t look at me like that, ‘Suma! I put a lot of effort into that meal!”

“Well, we won’t know unless we leave this room. Let’s head out.” You suggested as you and your friends got dressed and headed towards the foyer.

“Oh, Hello! Who’s the cutie?”

You and your friends made your way to the foyer to see if any of the compound’s inhabitants were there when Estrella spotted someone in one of the living rooms.

The figure laying on the couch could best be described as boyishly handsome. He was tall (5’11½”/1.82m) with Slate Black hair, Scorched Brown eyes, Sahara Gravel skin with Pink Sand and Orange Maple undertones. His body was of a lean build with evidence of a few battle scars on his hands and forearms and he was dressed in a customized ranger’s outfit.

“Not again.” Kusuma sighed at Estrella’s antics not wanting a repeat of the driving intern incident.

“Um, hello there.” you waved as the man walked towards you.

“Good Morning!” the man welcomed in a surprisingly deep voice.

“Fuck, even his voice is sexy!” Estrella gushed under her breath.

“My name is Joaquin, Joaquin Torres.”

“Ooh! My name is Es-” Estrella tried introducing herself before Darinka cut her off with her hand.

“We are but humble travelers. On behalf of all of us, I apologize for the intrusion. We were exhausted from our journey. Please accept the food we made as a token of our appreciation.” You explained hoping Torres wouldn’t need any further explanation.

“Just so you know, the guys and I agree that dinner was the best meal we’ve ever had!” Joaquin complimented

“Well, that answers my question.”

“Fuck, she’s flustered now,” Kusuma swore while Darinka nodded in annoyance.

“Where did you say you were going again?”

“I’m sorry, Joaquin, but that’s our business.” You insisted.

“Fine, fine, fine. Well, at least let me get the rest of the guys here to thank you all before you leave.”

“So we can either stay and see what the rest of the ‘guys’ are like, or we can make a run for it.” You offered to your friends.

“I have a few smoke bombs left and I brought a taser!”

“Damn it, Darinka!”

“You’re just mad because you didn’t think to do the same, Kusuma!”

“I say we stay and hear them out. They didn’t do anything to us in our sleep.” Estrella pointed out.

“That may be true, Estrella. But we don’t know if they’ll just turn us into the empress.” Kusuma countered.

“I doubt that, Kusuma. If that’s true, then why didn’t they do it while we were sleeping? They had all night.” you reasoned.

“But maybe they want to make sure you’re the-”

A sharp cough shattered Kusuma’s train of thought and caused the four of you to turn around.

“Shit!” Darinka blurted.

Standing before you were the famed leaders of the Resistance, The Avengers. The Captain, The Knight, The Spiderling, The Thunder, The Trickster, The Silver Speedster, The Peregrin, The Angel, and The Winter Soldier.

There were others, but they seem to not be here.

“Hel...Hello.” Kusuma faltered. It was all she could muster in the face of the sheer magnitude of their situation.

“Good morning, ladies.” Steve, the Captain, greeted, ”I see you’ve made yourself at home, princess.” your eyes widened in shock, “We need to talk.”

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If you are a monster, then so am I-- Fae Collection

Loki x Reader

Summary: The moment when your human glamour fades after a sparring lesson gone wrong with Wanda and you feel insecure of your true form that stood in front of everyone in the training facility. Later, Loki assured you that you are no monster by your true Fae form and reveals his own.

A/N: this is from the original storyline where the reader has no idea of their Fae origins and what it means — I also harbored this in my draft section for over a year now. Enjoy!!

“What the hell?”

You looked in the reflection of a nearby mirror at the sound of Rhodey’s voice. It was then you were greeted with the sight of your true form, one that you hadn’t seen ever before.

With in a split moment, your walls came crumbling down and your fellow team members thoughts poured in.

“Why does she look like that?”

“What just happened?”

“Does she always look like that?”

“Oh, my-- Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to--”

Wanda’s voice pulled you out of your deep stare into the mirror. Your skin was more gray, with pointed ears. You always looked dainty or fragile, but now your skin looked like paper.

And those training around you, Wanda, Rhodey, Natasha, Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Steve, all looked at you with a quick moment of fear and confusion at your sudden transformation. You could feel the quick panic and anxiety run through you as you were not only scared of what you were, but of how everyone would view you.

Your eyes met with Natasha, who moved towards you. She had become an elder sister to you. Always indulging you in your desire for girl talks and advice.

But in that moment, you couldn’t look at her. So, you darted out of the training room and into the nearest room you could find.

Thor was not on the compound to explain what happened, and you had hoped that Loki would know. But even more so, you needed someone who wouldn’t judge you.

You needed silence.

Bursting into his room without so much of a knock, you found him in his chair with a book in hand.

“Loki?”

He looked up at the sound of your entrance and desperate call. Then, he noticed your state.

“What happened to me? Why do I look like this?” You said frantically avoiding any thing that might reflect your image.

A few strides towards you and he caught your gaze, “It is okay, little one. This is a Fae’s true form.”

You shook your head, “I never looked like this before. I- I’m hideous.”

Shaking his head, he grabbed your gloved hand and placed his other one on your cheek. “You are not, Y/N. Your appearance might look different, but you are not hideous.”

You wanted to believe his words but you couldn’t. “Everyone was looking at me like I was a monster. Is this what I am? Why do I look like this? Why can’t I go back?”

He wrapped you in his arms, knowing all too well of the internal horror he felt when he first transformed. Holding you tightly, he guided you to calm your breathing.

And once you did, you looked up at him. “Am I a monster, Loki?”

Loki hated seeing you this insecure of yourself. You were always light-hearted and warm to other, but to yourself you seemed anything but. Constantly, you questioned your worth on the team, but this time he noted that you questioned your own worth based on beauty.

It was something he hated to see you do when he saw you as one of the most beautiful women in the Nine Realms.

“If you are a monster, then so am I.” He spoke softly. You looked at him curiously before he stepped back and slowly transformed into his Jotun form.

Your eyes widened at the slight of his blue skin and red eyes. However, you weren’t scared as you walked near him.

It brought comfort knowing he related to you once again. That while you stood there, looking inhuman and terrifying-- at least for you, he also had an inhuman form aside from his glamour.

“Be careful, I am quite cold.” He warned you in a quiet tone.

You nodded as he resumed back to his normal form. Loki grabbed your hand timidly and wrapped his around yours. “Breathe, little one. Clear your mind and re-imagine what you usually look like.”

And so, you followed his voice and closed your eyes. Soon, felt yourself become consumed in your magic once again. “There.” He said softly.

Opening your eyes, you were met with his soft smile and endearing eyes. Loki stepped closer towards you and breathed in.

“You are not a monster. Not to me. Do not ever fear your own true form, my dove.”

Slowly nodding and with a tight smile, you believed him as he remained calm and soft with you.

“You will always be beautiful to me, Y/N.”

You gulped and sighed before pressing yourself firmly against him. Loki welcomed you and held you tightly once more. Planting soft kisses on your head, he inhaled.

“I am sorry I should’ve told you sooner. I assumed you had known which is why you always remained in this form.

You shook your head and spoke against his chest, “I didn’t. I- I thought I always looked like this.”

Playing with the ends of your hair, Loki sighed. “Perhaps, we should teach you more of your people. There may be somethings you still have yet to learn.”

Nodding, you still held him tightly not wanting to leave his embrace. And, as if he had read your mind, he continued to hold you in the middle of his room.

Hoping to offer you a bit of solace in his arms.

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likeitloveitblogit · 3 years

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LikeitLoveitBlogit Masterlist

Currently I only write for Loki, if that changes I will update the lists. Nearly all of these contain a mixture of angst and fluff. No smut. Most have a gender neutral reader.

- My AO3 -

Love is an Imaginary Dagger

Coming Soon

One shots:

Just Hold Me

Lokitty

Loki's Playlists:

Loki's Playlist #1

Loki's Playlist #2: Love Songs

Loki's Playlist #3: "I Guess I'm In Love." A Loki Musical

Loki's Playlist #4: An Apple Cider Kind of Day

Loki's Playlist #5: coming soon

Sour Album Inspired Story:

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back (part1)

Jealousy, jealousy (part 2) : coming soon

Faerie Tale Retellings:

Beauty and the Beast: coming soon

Headcannons/Imagines/Incorrect Quotes:

Glorious Purpose Poise

How Loki Inspired Christmas

Loki's Childhood

Incorrect Quote: A god, little g

Jotunnary 2022

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However, whenever you've come across this masterlist, I hope you're having a lovely day.

If you enjoy what I've written let me know. It honestly makes my day, seeing supportive comments. Likes, reblogs, and new tags are always appreciated. My asks are open if you want to ask me questions. Feel free to make a request, but I can't promise how long it would take.

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tarithenurse · 5 years

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All is fair in Love & War - 4

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader Content: angsting, imprisonment, sexual undertones, killing, suffering, sneaking about, doubt, reluctant epiphany, more angst...the usual. A/N: This is a semi-AU in the sense that it is in a sort of medieval/fairy-tale setting, but Loki and MCU’s version of Nordic mythology still applies. If you want a tag, just let me know! I’ll be more than happy to hear anything on this as the continuation depends on popularity/feedback.

4. Gilded cage

You are not restrained for long, thankfully. Loki appears briefly to release you but does not utter a single word. Later a servant arrives with clean clothes (all dresses of fine fabrics and lavishly embellished) who helps you dress. She too leaves without giving you any information on what will happen. Another equally silent servant arrives with more wood for the fire.

Hours pass with nothing to do but walk about in the room, stare out of the window, and tend to the fire. By the time food is brought to you, it seems as though you have been starved for days. Perhaps time passes differently? Maybe the windows are enchanted to show me the wrong time of day? Either way, your stomach is growling at the sight of the steaming meal which is carefully served upon the little table by the fire together with a fine glass and a carafe of wine. You should at least hesitate to consider the option of poison in this meal despite the safety of the last, but it seems a waste of effort for the god to go through all this trouble only to kill you in such a manner (not to remind yourself that he has not seemed averse to violence). And so, you sit for the first time in one of the wide chairs, almost getting swallowed by the cushions and furs until you manage to rearrange them.

Grilled fish, vegetables, some type of mash. All of it smells of herbs and spices, most of which you cannot identify despite the mouth-watering effect it has. The cutlery is finely wrought of silvery metal. Perhaps the knife can serve as a weapon. It looks spindly, but it is better than nothing. For now, however, it will continue to be used as intended by the maker. A satisfied hum escapes you at the first bite.

“Glad you like it.” You almost choke at the sound of Loki. “No need for that, I’ve brought you something.”

That’s easy for him to say! There is plenty of reason to fear the madman and whatever he may have brought, so it is with a wary mind you watch him walk over to take the remaining seat. In his hands is a stack of books, all of them considerably thinner and with lettering on the spines that somehow is…simpler. Clearer. Gaudy colours grace some of the volumes.

“Please…you can continue your meal,” he urges, a smirk dancing on his lips, “I will show you these in the meantime.”

Not daring to enrage him again, you do as you are told trying hard to enjoy the taste of the food like with the first bite though your appetite has gone. Putting the stack aside, the god grabs the first book and holds it up for you to see. Only three letters are at the front and he points to them, as if explaining to a child, and announces that they spell out “A B C” which (according to him, at least) are the first three letters of the alphabet. Inside the book, each page is devoted to just one letter, and pretty images of things beginning with that letter (again you have to trust Loki on this) are depicted in pastels.

“Tell me, what is your name?”

It slips out of you before you can think better of it. Flipping through the pages, he reaches the page where the first letter in your name should be rendered and judging by the images, it may be correct.

… LOKI’s POV …

Putting the cutlery aside, the young woman, [Y/N], reaches out for the book with eyes round with wonder. Of course, he lets her hold it and watches as she traces the letter with a slender finger. He can almost recall the same wondrous feeling from his own discovery of the treasures words can hold. The power.

“What are the others? Your highness.”

She still feels compelled to show I am not her king in any way she can, Loki muses, but does not comment on it. Taking the children’s book back, he leaves through it until he has spelled out her name. In this moment, there is no fear. The air between them sings with victorious curiosity, sending warm ripples of her scent each time she reaches for the book to study it closer.

Then he takes another from the stack and opens it for her to see the pages with him. The smile on his own lips cannot be supressed when she scrunches her nose and wrinkle her brows in an effort to find any semblance in the few lines of text on each paper. This will be much easier than I thought.

“Your food is getting cold, little mortal.” And then he begins to read for her while she finishes the dinner.

… READER’s POV …

One day takes the other and a pattern starts to show. The morning includes a lavish breakfast with exotic fruits followed by a warm bath. Unfortunately, you are no longer taken to the bath hall by the kitchens, rather a smaller (though still full sized) tub is brought to your chambers each time and both filled and emptied by a flock of servants, people who do not say a single word to you…in fact some even scowl although you try to be kind to them, reminding yourself it is not their fault they have been born to serve someone like Loki.

It is odd, though. Looking at these people and their master, one would not think they hail from the same kingdom because these beings have subtle signs of the horrors you have heard ascribed to the god: nails reminiscent of claws; teeth too sharpened for comfort; lumpy scars and tattoos littering what skin there is to see. Their skin…each has an undertone of grey or blue reminding you of frost-touched mountains. It makes your own skin look as if it is burning in comparison.

Having people attend to you is disconcerting, making you heave a sigh of relief when the last one has left, locking the door behind them. If you are to be alone, then you would rather be so without anyone around you. And so, you while they day away in solitude, silently happy for the books that give you something to do with your mind – learning to read is not a skill most people possess and if you ever make it home again, then you know your fortune will be made thanks to this.

Home. More than once, you catch yourself staring out the windows (on a good day even pushing the glass pane aside to let the fresh air and shafts of sunlight in). Somewhere out there, maybe behind the forest at the horizon, is your homeland suffering under a decade-long war with the very same person whose prisoner you are. Because that is what you are. No luxury can change that you are locked in this room, held at Loki’s mercy until he bores of you…but so far, he has not. Each evening he arrives when your dinner has been brought and sits to read for or with you.

Tonight is no exception, and though the book he is reading from is too complicated for you to master your skill with you are hanging at his every word. He is telling a vaguely familiar story of the creation of the kingdoms. He calls them “realms”, but there is no doubt he means the same. Once there was peace (everyone knows that), but things changed as kings and gods broke treaties and grew greedy. The worst wars were between Asgard and Jotunheim, and the peace was new like the first leaves after the winter when the king of Midgard sought to grasp his opportunity, delving into a strife that still rages.

“No, that’s not right!” you exclaim with indignation. “Your highness, you cannot make me believe we- my country, my king would attack unprovoked?”

“Unprovoked?” A chuckle escapes Loki. “Resources and greed has been the motivation for worse deeds throughout history.” Reaching to the floor, he grabs a roll parchment and spreads it on his knees.

(Author’s note: decided to keep it overly simple because I’m no cartographer)

During your time in the army, you have seen enough maps to recognize what you are looking at although most of those hadn’t been anywhere near as detailed or for that matter featuring the entire world! All the maps you saw had to depict where to go to find the enemy. Blue and red lines zig-zag through the pastels of green and any variety of earthy hues you can think of, sometimes punctured by larger blotches of the first colours. Black dotted lines lead to the red blotches and you find lettering there.

Testingly, you begin to spell your way through a word that looks oddly familiar. “S-sjo…ö…sjöb-leek…lik. Sjöb-lik…OH! Sjöblik!” The capital of Midgard is penned out carefully on the map.

“Well done.” One of those unreadable glints plays with the green of his eyes, but it is gone and he is pointing at the mark. “That is where your kings sits, safe and sound while his loyal subjects fight and die for him.” He points to a red line between Midgard and the area to the east. “This border had been unrivaled for centuries. After the war, truce came about due to the death of the former king of Jotunheim, Laufey, and many thought this realm defenseless. Leaderless. They were wrong, as it turned out.” Loki chuckles coldly.

Again, indignation and rage bubbles within, making you slam the glass of wine you would been holding on the table with a clang. “How dare you?!” He does not answer, does not even look at you. “Look at me! You call yourself ruler. You mock my king for hiding behind safe walls, yet don’t you do the same this very moment? Why should I believe a word you say to discre–“

He is upon you faster than should be humanly possible, one grabbing your hair to force your face upwards while the other is raised as if to strike you. Instinctively, your jaw clenches, but the hit never lands.

“By Odin’s –“ He pauses to look you over and blow a wayward strand of black out of his face – “Why did I think it was a good idea to take you in? You do not want to learn the truth, stubborn mortal.”

“Learning’s not the same as accepting everything without question!”

A sharp tug of your hair tilts your head painfully, but it is the hurt in his eyes that silences you. “You think I would simply lie to you?”

“I know some of the names you go under. Silver tongue. Lie smith.” Your eyes are beginning to prickle, still you do not look away.

“And yet it is lies you seek to hold on to.” Seemingly lost in thought, he clicks his tongue a couple of times. “I suppose there is only one thing to do, then.”

Loki’s got you on your feet and drags you along. Thankfully he is favouring a grip on your upper arm rather than pulling you by the hair like some savage. At first the path is familiar: down the corridor and the stairs until reaching ground level, then the path differs and soon you have lost your way. It doesn’t matter, he won’t leave me ought of sight.

The two of you come to a halt to allow him a chance to open a smaller door that leads you into what must be some sort of storage mainly housing clothes and fabrics and...my gear! It is all there. Boots, leather armour, breeches, all of it. You grab it eagerly, happy to hold something that feels familiar. Safe.

“Change.” The god smirks at you from where he is leaning against the closed door. “And be quick about it.”

There is nowhere to hide from his gaze. Resigning, you tug at all the silly ribbons to loosen the dress which soon pools on the floor, allowing you to continue. All the time, you feel the bile of panic burning in the back of your throat. Even at the encampments on the way to and at the front, your fellow comrades had had the dignity to allow the women to sort their affairs in private, yet this so-called god shows no such manners. He is no king. Never will be. Finally dressed like the night you fell into his trap, you look for the few weapons you had.

“Do not be foolish. I would not trust you with my life.”

The words sends chills down you spine. Yet I have to trust you. There is no reason to voice the thought, because he must know what any sane person would think when at his mercy.

Silently, he leads you through the courtyard to the stables where he orders the stable boys to prepare his horse. The saddle is surprisingly simple, you manage to notice when an enormous steed is brought out moments later. Black like his hair, the beast blends in well with the night despite the torches and braziers. Standing before you, it bows its head to smell the shaking hand you present to it. Please, be kinder than your master, the prayer loops in your mind, and it is rewarded by the soft nudge of a muzzle begging for strokes and scratches between the ears although you have to stretch to reach.

All too soon, the calm moment ends. Loki lifts you onto the back of the horse before following swiftly and settling behind you. No matter what you do, you cannot avoid being pressed against his chest, caged by his arms and legs as he nudges the animal forward in what soon turns into a dashing gallop through the impenetrable darkness. Gripping the leather of the saddle tight, you try to focus on the movements of the horse rather than those of the man even as he sometimes slips an arm around you waist to pull you tighter. He’s simply making sure I don’t try to escape, the logical side of you reasons…even when his nose is buried in the hair by your neck.

“Now listen carefully, pretty mortal,” the cold breath speaks in your ear, “I am taking you to the front, but I cannot have you betray our presence once there, so I will cast a spell to silence you, and I will be carrying you tied up to prevent you from doing anything…foolish.”

Naturally, there is a lot you want to say to him about that. Appease him. Yes, if you play his game then you might be lucky that he lets his guard down long enough for you to get away because surely, he cannot carry you all the time. Probably. Strong muscles are pressing against your back, butt and thighs, and somehow you do not fully believe that normal stamina has anything to do with any of…him. Also, there is his magic to consider.

“I know you are weighing you chances.” Once more a cold hand finds your midriff before blatantly sweeping over your chest (thank the gods for the barrier of the leather armour) until finally coming to rest on your throat. “I cannot recommend it, although it would a delightful change of things to truly hunt you down.”

Now that you believe.

The horse comes to a halt in, judging by the smell and sounds, a forest. How the creature and the god can have navigated the place without running headfirst into a tree or something is far beyond logic. You want to ask, but the hand on your throat burns hot and cold, stealing your breath away as your windpipe spasms uncomfortably. It is not painful, simply…wrong.

“ – !” None of the curses leave your mouth.

Feeling the air stick in your lungs, your tear Loki’s hand away, your nails digging into the skin before he manages to restrain you.

“Shush, breathe. Just breathe.” Somehow, he manages to soothe your frayed nerves. Shallow gasps turn into deep inhalations that in turn combat the tension in your shoulders, neck and chest. “Much better. I will restore your voice once this endeavour is over. Now, we have to walk from here.”

You feel him sliding away, and although you do not hear it, he must have landed on the ground too because a moment later his hands are on your waist and he pulls you down to stand next to him, both of your wrists in one of his large hands. Familiar golden-green-glowing dust emanates from his fingers and lights up the narrow space between you as it coils around your wrist where it turns into metal, cold and hard against the skin, but by then the light disappears. Blind once more, there is no warning before Loki hoists you onto his back and wraps you legs around his hips where he keeps them pinned as he begins to move effortlessly through the night.

The jostling motion continues for a long time, or so it feels, and you almost cannot believe it when you finally see a flicker of fire between the black silhouettes of tree-trunks and bushes. As Loki reaches the edge of the camp, it is evident that this is no little outpost.

The colours of the Midgardian army can be seen everywhere despite a thick layer of dirt and the worn condition of the fabrics, both a telling symbol of the state the forces are in. Most are asleep, exhausted and hungry as they are it is impossible to truly get any rest (you remember this all too vividly), and the few that should be on guard are fighting the urge to mimic their comrades. They’re not fulfilling their tasks! The enemy is walking through the camp, silent as a cat he moves from shadow to shadow and not a soul stirs as he passes, allowing him unchallenged access to enter the biggest tent in the camp.

In there, things look different. You have never been inside any other tent than your own (which was more of a shelter than an actual tent) and you are stunned at what you see in the soft light from the embers in the firepit. An actual cot is covered, improved with furs and a few cushions so that the man sleeping there suffers none of the hardships his men does. Of course, you expected the captain to have more favourable conditions, they were all thanes or chieftains and as such their status would merit certain comforts. But to see this leader snoring comfortably next to a low table with the unfinished scraps of his meal made you shake with anger. Chicken, vegetables, barley-mash, even fruit and wine! More than he could eat and drink, which contradicts everything you have been told on the “consequences everyone suffers from Loki’s invasions”. Apparently, some suffer less than others.

“Look.” The god’s whisper makes you reposition your head to his other shoulder so you can get a clear view at the item he is pointing at.

On the table (a real, proper, wooden table) are documents in gnarly handwriting, but it is a crudely drawn map that has caught your captor’s attention. The borders are familiar thanks to the landmarks and the letters inserted in the rivers’ flow. The arrows signaling troop movements and planned battlefields, however, tell a different story than the one you were told by your superiors. According to the orders you had listened to, had memorized, the Midgardians were fighting to take back their own lands which had been stolen by the instigator Loki who, according to your king and commanders wanted nothing more than to wipe your homeland off the face of the earth. That is not what the map shows. Each arrow crosses from Midgard to Jotunheim.

“See that river?” Loki points to a set of somewhat parallel likes snaking across the parchment. “This used to be the border. You can even see the old line has been blurred, here.” Tapping his finger to indicate where for your sake. “We would need to walk west for two days before reaching where Midgard ought to begin.”

Having no words, you are left to nod mutely. Whether he cares remains a mystery to you because he has become engrossed in the letters, studying the (for you) impossible handwriting before stuffing them inside the leather armour together with the map. When did he change? Only now do you realize that the refined shirt has been gone for a long time, replaced with an outfit similar to the one he had worn the night you found him. It doesn’t matter. Why should you care what he wears? Truth is you do not, of course. The whispered sound of metal calls you out of the nonsensical babbling of your mind to see Loki leaning over the bed, a long knife gleaming in his hand for half an eternity before it is plunged into the unsuspecting Midgardian. Bloodshot eyes flutter open, locking briefly with his killer’s. Then they see nothing but the emptiness of the afterlife.

You have seen people die before, both naturally and by the hands of someone else. Witnessing the murder of this gluttony commander, it is the fact that you do not feel sorry for him that shocks you to your core. Lost in a debate on whether or not you are losing your soul, you pay little attention to Loki’s actions as he makes his way through the camp by seeking out the armouries, the enclosures for the beasts of burden. Bit by bit, he sabotages all he can, before eventually returning to the cover of the forest and the darkness there.

“This is what I do.” He still whispers although the enemy, the Midgardian camp, is safely behind. “Each night after we have read, I head out to gather information and delay the next wave of attacks to prevent meaningless bloodshed on both sides. You must understand this too.”

The rest of the journey back to Loki’s keep is passed in silence even though he restores you ability to speak once you reach his horse which has been waiting exactly where he left it.

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The next evening, the god only visits briefly in your fancy prison to inform that he will be away.

It is a promise he keeps which at first feels wonderfully freeing but soon brings a new emptiness to the stale routine where the only other company grows increasingly hostile and negligent. Meals become simpler (still filling, at least), and the bath is replaced by a single bucket of cold water and a cloth in much the same way that the clothes suddenly are simpler too. You are not lacking anything, as such, but it is clear to you that only Loki has been the reason for the lavish attention you have received before and most likely it is their fear of him, or warped loyalty, that is keeping you alive.

Then comes the day where no one sees to you. Then one more…and one more. You keep the thirst at bay by drinking sparingly from the bucket of dirty bath water, prizing yourself fortunate that you had not poured it down the loo after use when no one had come to collect it as usual. The temperature, however, is a different matter: during the day, the room is cool, but at night the place does little to insulate against the dropping temperatures that penetrate the walls and the glass of the narrow windows. Some mornings, you wake to frost on the furs and pillow, and ice on the water in the bucket. No one comes. You grow lethargic from the hunger that no longer bites and tears at your insides but simply…is. At least sleeping can take your mind away from it.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe Oneshot Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson

La Douleur Exquise: Loki x Reader

Crumble to Dust: Loki x Reader

Michael Morbius

Like a Knife: Michael Morbius x Reader

Lost Privilege: Michael Morbius x Reader (PART TWO TO LIKE A KNIFE)

Fear of Blood: Michael Morbius x Reader (HEADCANONS)

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Masterlist

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CALL OF DUTY

Back to December | Part 2 | angst, smut NEW!

[ex!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader]

Your new job as an assistant for the CEO of a big, shiny company was supposed to be a good thing. Instead your ex from uni who completely ghosted you out of nowhere several years ago happens to be one of your superiors. It doesn’t help that he’s only gotten more handsome over the years. But you hate him for leaving without an explanation, and he seems to hate you too. Everything is just fucking great.

MARVEL

One-Shots

Webs of Opacity | fluff, angst

[Peter Parker x Rogers!reader (adopted, of course), Steve Rogers x sister!reader]

On the eve of the annual Stark Halloween party, you’ve managed to gulp down too much alcohol and tangled yourself into intricate webs of trouble. Even glittering fairies can’t escape the drama, and handsome 80’s film characters can’t always save them from sleazy boyfriends and hangovers.

My Blood Turns Into Alcohol | fluff, angst

[bartender!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader]

Bucky Barnes doesn’t step out behind his trusted bar counter, no matter what goes on out on the floor. Until you, that is—the town newbie who stumbles inside the lanky old bar and won’t stop showing up in your pretty dresses and with that shy smile. Bucky is infuriated. Maybe that’s why he won’t let you pay for even one of your drinks, or why his coworkers won’t stop bothering him about you.

Braces Are Breaking | angst, fluff

[Peter Parker x sister!reader, Bucky Barnes x reader]

Peter Parker does not have much family left, and the small part he has he protects fiercely. When he suspects someone is dating his sister, he’s determined to find out who it is. What he doesn’t expect is to do so under such dire circumstances.

Barefoot in the Wildest Winter | angst, fluff

[Steve Rogers x agent!reader]

Being hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers does nothing to help you in your massive fight after risking your life on a mission. Steve Rogers being hopelessly in love with you might just help save your life when the heat goes off in your reclusive safe house in the midst of wild winter.

You Flower, You Feast | smut, angst, little bit of fluff

[Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Sam Wilson]

Ever since you began your work as an agent, John Walker has treated you like shit and you have no idea why. Sending you to watch over Sergeant Barnes and his work should have been a punishment—turns out it was anything but.

Sweet Spot | smut, fluff, angst

[Steve Rogers x fem!reader]

Fed up with being the only one who can’t relate to the seemingly mind-blowing sexscapades everyone seems to be experiencing, your superior and great friend Captain Steve Rogers offers to help you with your problem. You should have never agreed to it.

Series

Resurrection Masterlist ON HIATUS!

[brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader]

Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Anachronism Masterlist COMPLETED

[slightly feral Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x fem!reader]

Sprained ankles, snowstorms, blood-thirsty wolves and feral super soldiers. What was supposed to be a peaceful walk in the woods surrounding the cabin you're staying in with your best friend Steve quickly turns devastating, forcing your path to cross with a mysterious and burly man who can't seem to grasp social cues and the concept of privacy. His past is a puzzle that can't seem to be solved and your feelings for the sweet and giant man quickly develop from friendly gratitude to something neither of you can't quite grasp.

Stark U Masterlist

[college!Steve Rogers x fem!reader, college!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, college!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, college!Sam Wilson x fem!reader]

Five people crammed into a loft just outside of the Stark University campus might have been a bad idea. Concussions, breakdowns, asshole hook ups and secret pining are everyday occurrences. Nobody is normal and chaos is constant, but what would you ever do without them?

Drabbles

You’re Gonna Go Far

[older brother!Steve Rogers x sibling!reader]

You’ve been acting different for weeks now and Steve is not having that at all. His little sister is his world, and sitting crying in your room without telling him why? Unacceptable.

Wildest Dreams

[Bucky Barnes x reader]

Song fic!! Based on Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

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bolontiku · 2 years

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A/N: Hoping this will stay organized and to add to it. Active WIPs at the bottom. Thank you for reading!

A/N 2: all stories will be linked via Ao3, with a small preview posted via the library. You will have to be registered in order to read through there.

You are responsible for the media you consume, please be 18+ otherwise I will block you so no children. Go, go, go!

Masterlist 1.0 || Recommends || Ao3 || Tiku's Library

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Sam Wilson

A Long Day - Sam x Reader

Bucky Barnes

Alcohol - Bucky x reader

Greedy - Bucky x Reader

The Set Up - Bucky x reader

A Lifetime - Bucky x Reader

Danger - Brock Rumlow, Bucky Barnes, Reader, Clint Barton

Perfectly, Incandescently - Bucky x Reader

The Truth - Bucky, Reader

The Bakery - Bucky x Reader

The Thing About... - Bucky x Reader

The Look

Steve Rogers

Hopelessly - Steve x Reader

A Trim - Steve, Reader

Jealous - Steve x reader

Wonderland - Steve x Reader

Three Story House - Steve, Bucky x Reader

Exactly - Steve x Reader, Bucky

The Ghost - Steve x Reader

Accidentally - Steve x Reader x Bucky

The Right Size

Curtis Everett

Interesting - Curtis x Reader

Jake Jensen

Almost

The Nerd, The Idiot, & The Charmer

Stucky

The Trade -Dragon!Steve x Chase Collins

The Price of Honor - Stucky Medieval AU

Henry Cavill Characters

His - Henry x Reader

Be Quiet - Syverson x reader

Three Minutes - Syverson x reader

The Supply Closet - Syverson x Reader

Chasing Pumpkin - Syverson x OC!Reader

Your Personal Incubus - Incubus!Walter x reader

Cold Coffee - Walter Marshall x Reader

In the Dark - Clark Kent x reader

Books to Bread - Walter Marshall

Wade Wilson

The Neighbor - Wade x reader

Brock Rumlow

Danger - Brock Rumlow, Bucky Barnes, Reader, Clint Barton

Long Enough - Brock x Reader

Distracted - Brock x Reader

Save Her - Brock x Reader

Bullshit - Brock x reader

Jerk - Brock x Reader

Pretty, Pretty - Brock x Reader

To Me - Brock x Reader

Heathen - Brock x Reader

On the Edge - Brock x Reader

FUBAR - Brock x OC!Reaper

Odinson

The Cursed Fairy Tale - Loki x OFC!Princess Lila

YouTube - Loki & Reader

Playing With Fire - Loki, OFC!Ixhuecatl

A Whispered Prayer - Loki x Reader

The Temptation - Loki x Reader

The Visiting - Loki x OC!Julia

If They See - Thor x Reader

See Yourself - Thor x Reader

To Rise Above - Thor x OC!Amalia

Clint Barton

Too Close - Clint x Reader

Vulnerable - Clint x Reader

Stranger Things

The Aftermath - Harringrove

Tell Me - Harringrove

Anywhere - Harringrove

Billy the Butcher

The Weapon's Dealer - Butcher x Reader

Modern Warfare

Just Once - Ghost x Reader

Pedro Pascal RPF

Preciosa Mia - Pedro x reader

Ethan Hawke RPF

Selfish - Ethan x Reader

Original Fiction

Troublesome - Lucian & Reine

I Hate You - Lucian x reader

The Vampire Lucian - Lucian

The Immortal - Lucian x Maximillian Dùghall

Weloden Paths - Alexi x Dante

Twisted Fates - OC!Villain The Void x OC!Hero The Knight

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shamrockqueen · 4 months

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I’m really getting into this idea of fae king Loki and frost fairies 🩵🩵🩵🩵

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Tale as Old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: forced imprisonment, mentions of drinking, plotting, Thor being Thor, sadness,

Summary: Thor enacts his plan.....you prepare for your dinner with Loki

Graphics by: @firefly-graphics

**next chapter will be the last for these two!! Sorry it took me sooooo long to finish it and thank you all for sticking with me!! Love you guys!!!! 💚💚💚

Part Six--Part Seven-

You ran to your room, accidentally slamming the door in your hurry "wh..what happened...who do I need to kill!?" Natasha yelled as her doors flew open "sorry...didn't mean to do that." You said walking towards her "I do need your help though." You smiled "I'm having dinner with Loki and..." you started "a dress! You need a dress!" She yelled excitedly, her drawers flying open tossing fabric onto the air "what were you thinking my dear? Sleek...conservative...sexy maybe..." She said wiggling what you assumed were her eyebrows making you laugh "I shall trust your judgment." You said bowing, seeing her jump up and down "let us begin." She squealed.

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Loki strode into his room followed closely by James and Anthony "this is your chance to make her yours master." James said jumping onto the bed. "James..."Loki growled going to his closet. "You only need to tell her how you feel." James said watching clothes fly out of Loki's closet. "But how...I've never felt this way, and what if..." Loki trailed off grabbing his nicest suit jacket coming out laying it on the bed. "Sir, the way she looks at you says everything." James said jumping off the bed. "Now, we have a lot of work to do." He said looking Loki up am down "and first things first...a bath." He said hopping into the bathroom, Loki following behind.

Hank ran around, packing a bag of supplies before leaving. He had come home as you asked but you hadnt come back. He hadn't hardly slept or ate wondering if you were ok. He knew you, he knew you would do whatever you could to escape, and with no sign....he began to fear the worst. But he was going to need help, he knew he couldn't take the monster on his own. He fastened his cloak grabbing his bag he made sure the house was secure before heading to the tavern to find any able bodied person he could.

He walked in seeing everyone apparently celebrating, a drink in everyone's hand as Thor jumped up on the table "what is everyone so happy about?" Hank asked the man next to him "oh, Thor is getting engaged." The man said sipping his drink. He walked past the man making his way to the middle of the crowd "everyone! Please I need your help!" He yelled getting everyone's attention "ah Hank, we were looking for you." Thor said jumping down. "Please, you must help me! There is a castle in the woods and a...a monster!" Hank yelled grabbing Thor's shirt. "I think you've officially lost your mind old man." Thor laughed pulling Hank off of him.

"No..it's true! He held me prisoner! He's massive..seven feet tall with long horns coming out of his head! And he's...he's blue!" Hank said hearing everyone laugh "and you say this...blue devil lives in a castle in the woods...that no one has ever seen?" Thor asked arching his eyebrow. "Yes! I got lost in the woods, a..and stumbled upon the place. And everything Is alive! The clocks, the furniture..it's cursed!" Hank continued as Thor wrapped an arm around his shoulder "Hank, I think I speak for eveyone here when I say you have become dillusional in your old age." He said. Hank looked up seeing the Doctor walk in with several men "what..no! It's real! All of it...I'm not crazy!" He yelled as two men grabbed his arms "Hank, these are ramblings of a broken mind, the doctor will take care of you." Thor smiled as the men began to drag Hank away "no! No I have to save y/n! I have to help her!" He yelled again as they drug him outside, everyone in the tavern following.

Loki got up, stepping out of the tub grabbing his robe. "Atleast the smell is gone." James said hopping back into the bedroom "come sit, I do believe we can make you look presentable." He said smiling "look here, just because you are helping me, does not mean..." Loki started when a chair came up behind him knocking him into it "Alright everyone....let's get to work." James called out when Pepper hopped in accompanied by several other servants as the chair moved to the mirror. James jumped up onto the vanity smiling "let's get you a princess" He said as they got to work.

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You twisted your hips, watching the gown sway with the movement as Natasha clipped a small tiara into your hair. "I belive it is perfect dear." She said. "Thank you, it is lovely." You said, happy you chose blue slipping your shoes on. You smoothed the dress down walking to the door. "Trust your heart dear." You heard her say as you grabbed the handle. Taking a deep breath you nodded and walked out, making your way down the hall you saw Pepper and Peter "wow, you look pretty." Peter said smiling. "Well thank you, it's not too much?" You asked "You look lovely. Now come on, he's waiting." She said hopping down the hall.

You made it to the stairs, looking down you saw Loki pacing back and forth, fidgeting with his hands as you walked down. You couldn't help smile at his nervousness when his eyes met yours seeing him smile. He held his arm out as you reached the bottom "You look positively radiant y/n." He said as you wrapped you arm around his. "Thank you, you look pretty good yourself." You said looking him over, his burgundy overcoat fit snug against his frame over his black tunic, his black pants accentuating his long legs. "Thank you darling, shall we?" He asked guiding you towards the dining room. You stopped coming up to a set of large doors "What's in there?" You asked "Oh, that's the ballroom. Would you like to see it?" He asked "yes please." You smiled as he dropped your arm opening the door.

You walked in to the massive room, a large piano sat in the corner with several candelabras spread throughout the space, lighting all at once. You looked up seeing the ceiling covered in detailed painting of clouds and cherubs, a large chandelier shining in the light. "I haven't been in here since.." loki trailed off looking around. You turned to look at him, he seemed so small in the massive room making you smile. You walked up to him, craning your head up to look at him "dance with me?" You asked holding your hand out. "I..i haven't danced in.." he started when you grabbed his hand "come on..for me?" You smiled seeing his eyes soften "very well, for you." He said leading you to the middle of the floor when the piano came to life. "I don't know if ill get used to that." You said smiling as he guided you in front of him.

You looked up at him, his beautiful ruby eyes searching yours, you did your best curtsie as he bowed. You grabbed his hand, gently guiding it to your waist hearing him clear his throat, putting yours on his shoulder stepping closer grabbing his other hand in yours, the way his hand engulphed yours made you shiver. He tilted his chin up, looking down at you through his dark eyelashes, his grip tightened on your waist as he guided you across the large floor. You heard a lovely voice float through the air, looking over seeing pepper on the piano making you smile as Loki twirled you out, pulling you back in to his chest, holding you tight to him.

Tale as old as time...True as it can be...Barely even friends...Then somebody bends...Unexpectedly

You let your hand slide down to his chest, feeling his muscles flex under your fingertips, his grip on your waist tightened as he turned you, pressing your side to his, lifting you up you gripped his shoulder as he spun you, your dress ebbing and flowing with your movements, setting you down he grabbed your hand spinning you before pulling you back to his chest, lacing his fingers with yours bringing them to his chest.

Just a little change...Small to say the least...Both a little scared...Neither one prepared...Beauty and the beast

You had never felt like this before, with anyone. Your heart raced feeling his hand slide to your back, keeping you close to him. If you were honest, you could stay like this forever.

Ever just the same...Ever a surprise...Ever as before...Ever just as sure...As the sun will rise...Tale as old as time...Tune as old as song...Bittersweet and strange...Finding you can change...Learning you were wrong

You thought back to your first day with him, how cold and harsh he was...to now, seeing him smile down at you with a softness in his eyes you had never seen before. But now, you could see the pain, the loneliness. Everything he had been through weighing on him was clear in those rubies that gazed into yours, and you wanted nothing more then to take it all away.

Certain as the sun...Rising in the east...Tale as old as time...Song as old as rhyme...Beauty and the beast

You took a chance, laying your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he swayed back and forth, squeezing your hand in his when you heard the music stop. You looked up at him, tracing the ridges on his skin with your eyes when he cleared his throat dropping your hand. "W..would you care to see the balcony?" He asked holding his arm out "yes please." You said grabbing his arm. You walked out letting the cool air wash over you looking out the grounds. Loki guided you over to a bench as he sat down next to you.

You sat quietly looking out at the blanket of snow covering everything, remembering when you were a child and your father would take you out to build snowmen and have adventures. "Everything alright my dear?" Loki asked. You looked at him, seeing concern on his face "yes, I'm fine. It's just.." you trailed off looking down. "I wonder how my father is." You said looking back out at the snow. "You must miss him." Loki said fidgeting with his fingers "very much yes, I just hope he is ok" you smiled. "W..would you like to see him?" Loki asked sitting up straight. "How?" You asked as he stood "come, I'll show you." He said holding out his hand.

He walked you to his chambers, following him in you saw the snowflake floating on the table, considerably smaller then the last time you saw it when Loki walked over holding a mirror "here, you only need to tell it what you wish to see." He said handing it to you. You held it up seeing your reflection "I'd like to see my father...please." You said seeing yourself fade when your father came into view, surrounded by a mob of people being drug out of the tavern "father..." you said covering your mouth. "What is it?" Loki asked watching you "he..he's in trouble..." you said not taking your eyes from the mirror. "Then...you must go to him." Loki said stepping back.

You looked from the mirror to Loki "what.." you whispered when he grabbed your hand "he needs you, you must go." He said. "Loki, i.." you started when he held his hand up "it is alright y/n." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you Loki." You said, rushing forward wrapping your arms around him, feeling his large arms hold you to him. You looked up at him "I will come back...I promise." You said seeing him nod. You let go waking to the door "oh..here" you said handing him the mirror "no, you take it. To remember me by." He smiled. "I will see you soon." You said rushing out heading for the door.

Loki leaned on the table, looking at the snowflake, knowing his time was up. "Master, I had my doubts but every thing is going perfectly." Anthony said hopping inside the room with James and Pepper. "I..i let her go." Loki said walking to the window. "Why would you do that?" James asked jumping kn the table "because he loves her." Pepper said. "But the curse...we aren't human." James said looking at Pepper. "Because she doesn't love him." Anthony said looking down. Loki walked outside leaning on the balustrade seeing your figure riding towards the entrance of the grounds, your cloak billowing behind you. "I set her free, I'm sorry I couldn't do that for all of you." He said looking back.

He watched as another piece of the snowflake fell, melting on its descent. "Go spend time with your loved ones, our time is running out." Loki said looking back out the window, hearing the others leave he walked back out to the balcony "You will always be with me y/n.." he whispered into the night as your figure disappeared from view. Soon he would be alone....and he always would be....

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The Fairest One

Summary: So your stepmother killed your father, forced you to be a servant, and hired mercenaries to kill you and your best friends. Maybe it’ll work out for the best.

Pairing: Black Female Snow White!Reader, OFC, OFC, x (Steve, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Thor, Tony, Pietro, Peter, Loki, and Joaquin Torres)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

A/N: This started as a fun idea from the Smut Hub Discord Server. This might be the sluttiest fic I’ve written to date. Dividers are by the amazing @firefly-graphics

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Dance With Me

Loki x Reader

Summary: the one where you get him to dance with you

You couldn’t help but sway a little to the sound of the music that filled the air.

It was your day off. And you had no desire to do any work. Therefore, you called it a “self-care” day and decided to do a little house keeping and just relax.

After doing all your laundry, cleaning your bedroom, and bathroom ensuite, the last thing on your list was to re-order all the books you had scattered around your desk for your latest passion project.

You were flipping through the books and humming to the soft Latin music playing. Your escape playlist had a random assortment of music, but overall, felt as though the transported you somewhere else.

Mentally, you were somewhere on the coast of Portugal at the current moment.

“And what is that you are doing, little one?”

You spun around on your heel, and noticed Loki wearing a smirk on his face. He leaned against the door frame watching you dance for a little while restacking your books.

“Hello, my Trickster. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Loki inhaled and shrugged, “I was curious where you were today. Wanda informed me of your day off.”

“Did you miss me?” You spoke teasingly causing him to softly chuckle. “Whatever you say, my dove.”

You looked at him with a softness, knowing that while he was very reluctant when being affectionate or even kind, in general. You knew he would be hard to crack, but one day, hopefully, you would get him to.

For now, you took the small pet name as his attempt.

He lingered over towards your speaker and looked at it strangely, “Now what is this music? Midgardian?”

“Yes.” You smiled, “Before was Fado, from Portugal, and now we have Latin music. Not sure where from, but I would assume Mexico-- I know the artist is from there, but it’s a rendition.”

He nodded and smiled at you softly, “At least it is not as bad as that horrible music the Stark seems to allow on that radio.”

You chuckled softly knowing he always requested the radio to be off, hating the sounds of AC/DC and Van Halen playing in the common and training room.

Offering him a soft smile, you reached out your hand. “Dance with me.”

He looked at you with a puzzled look and exhaled. Then offered a small smile, “I don’t know.”

Still you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you softly. “It’s just you and me. Indulge me, and then you don’t have to do it ever again with me.” Guiding his hand on your side and the other held upright, lightly gripping yours.

He smirked, “Very well, my dove.”

Resting your hand on his shoulder, you trailed your eyes to his and smiled. “I’ll show you. Just follow me, okay?”

Loki nodded and stared into your eyes following your lead. You both moved in sync, after a few missteps when dancing and telling him how to effectively move, you two seemed to pair well.

And as the two of you danced in slowness of the world around, a comfortable silence fell over you both. Simply with half a mind concentrating on his steps and the other on you, Loki smiled once more and began to take over lead a little.

You inhaled softly and noted his firm torso in close proximity to you. Aside from a few sparring lessons, this was one of the first moment you two were in very close contact.

Yet, his eyes softly met yours causing him to gaze into yours. You held his for a time, feeling warmth and tranquility rolling off of him. It was nice to know that he felt comfortable and safe with you. While you were not allowed to read his thoughts, and even if you wanted to— his barriers were like steel— you could, however, feel his emotions.

They projected to you strongly the closer you were to him. It was something he didn’t seem to mind as you made it known that you often blocked it out.

But sometimes you didn’t.

Sometimes it felt nice to sit in that feeling alongside with him.

Especially since he was always so guarded and pushed everyone away, it made you feel closer to him. And every so often, you would project your own emotions outward, so he may feel them.

In moments where he was angry and you were calm, you would walk near him and lay a hand on his arm, offering a kind smile.

You didn’t know that when you did, he was silently thankful for having you be so accepting of him. He would nod, but silently yearn for your hand to remain on his shoulder or arm.

“I always hated dancing,” Loki said softly. He moved to spin you softly and smiled as you did. “But I rather enjoy it with you.”

You were guided back into his arms, entering his personal bubble a little more. You felt his arm slowly wrap around your form as your hips swayed.

“Well, I am glad I was able to change your mind.” Your voice was soft, simply enjoying the soft breeze pooling in from outside and the sounds of the melody that hung in the air. “I really like dancing with you too.” You thought as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He had picked up your thought absent-mindedly and breathed deeply. Loki very much enjoyed you. He admired your appreciation and love for the small moments, and the way you marveled at everything around you.

You were refreshing and kind, not just to him but everyone around you.

Loki turned his head to face yours and softly kissed your forehead causing you to smile against collar bone. The raven-haired man felt the soft weakened waves of nerves and quieted joy that pulsated from you. He noted soft smile on your lips and felt one spread across his own.

You two continued that way for a while longer. Just enjoying the moment you were in, wishing it would never end.

#loki x you #loki odinson #loki x reader #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki #loki imagine #loki series #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel #loki x fairy!reader #loki being cute

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spasmsofthought · 4 years

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platinum. (loki x reader)

This is a continuation of silver, which you can read here. I hope you all enjoy this part 2, and I hope I made sense of Loki’s character in this relationship that I created. Keep staying safe during this crazy time!

Like, comment, reblog, & enjoy!

Asgard is different, but you remain almost the same.

As a place that is known as the Eternal Realm and a shining beacon out into the universe, it no longer glimmers as it used to. It is not a place for fairy tales anymore, but rather of deep secrets and power struggles. Gold never rusts, but it can be tarnished.

It seems as the universe darkens more and more, so does Asgard.

Queen Frigga remains determined as ever to see the best in her second son, despite his betrayal to his own people and to his family. She was his only salvation, it seems.

You, however faithfully you stay by her side, cannot hold the same opinion.

She watches his face with concern and a deep love; you cannot watch his face at all.

“I know,” The Queen whispers to you one evening as you comb her hair and watch her reflection in the vanity mirror. For a moment you are confused as to what she knows, but as you catalog the day, you realize she has been watching you. She knew you could not bear to face the one person who claimed to have feelings for you and then acted otherwise; she knows you cannot even bear to hear his voice. There is a reason you do not offer her suggestions for books to bring to him and there is a reason you wait outside while she visits Loki from her chambers in her magic-ed form.

Despite however many times she visits him in prison, in his solitary cell, he chooses to retain the same speech of what his birthright is.

Despite the fallen nature of Loki, Asgard takes pride in Thor’s accomplishments to bring peace to all the Nine Realms in the fallout of the destruction that war, and betrayal, bring. The people revel in celebration, many nights filled with drink and food and laughter, but it does not ring the same to you as it once did.

Of course, nothing is the same in Asgard as it once was.

The arrival of Jane Foster, the Midgardian Thor is famed for loving as he was exiled, only brings further disruption to a realm only wanting peace, so much so that it holds it as a façade.

She brings with her the threat of the æther and the Dark Elves, who have always sought after it with a vengeance, hidden in the stars for decades as they bide their time until they can attack once again.

The approach of the Convergence does not help current matters and it makes your stomach sink like a stone.

There are too many things that can go wrong, your head whispers to you. And go wrong they do.

Frigga assigns you to wait with her in her chambers with Jane Foster, preparing the precautions that have been drilled into your being for times such as these (thought they come rarely). These are the moments you wish you could do more than wait in another room with a Midgardian as Frigga confronts enemies on her own.

You listen to their conversation. You listen to the sounds of sword against sword, of a whispered declaration and then there is silence.

A dreadful silence that freezes you for a heartbeat before you are moving from the hidden corner and towards the main room with a dagger in your hand. You are too late.

The first thing you hear is a scream from Thor as he casts Mjölnir, the first thing your eyes see is your Queen laying on the ground, Odin cradling her head to his chest.

You kneel down and hold her hand in the last act of affection you will ever give her, though her form says she is already beyond you and does not know. You are not sure what to do. There is no room for tears as you watch your Queen and, dare you say friend, drift away from you. The warmth of her body cools. You do not know how long you spend kneeling before her.

When Asgard gathers to mourn their beloved Queen Frigga, you watch the funeral pyre light and let yourself grieve. While others will choose to remain stone-faced and unfeeling, you know this will be the only opportunity you have to grieve her death without the weight of your duties resting upon your shoulders.

Loki’s freedom from imprisonment comes as no surprise to you. It seems Thor becomes easy to read in the light of grief. He seeks to draw the enemy away from Asgard; to save his people’s lives.

You do not fault him for his strategy not his intentions, despite being treason, but you wish that there were another option that would free you from seeing Loki’s wretched face. Jane follows you as you follow Lady Sif from the isolated quarters that were assigned to Jane Foster as you took charge of her basic needs.

For a moment when you catch the first glimpse of his face walking towards you and Jane, you remember what he was like before all of this.

You remember his lips pressed on yours as the stars shine on both of you.

You remember whispered conversations and laughter in the cover of night.

You remember his true smile, as rare as it was then, non-existent now except in the light of cruelty and mockery.

For a minuscule second, you wonder how things would be now if Loki had not gone mad and everything was different.

A second glimpse of his smug face wipes the memories from you with a twist to your gut. And although you know this plan will most likely not end well for anyone, there is something that tells you that Loki has only further to fall from here.

When you meet up with the group of dissidents, Jane does not bother to conceal her human rage of the attack of Midgard in a place she claims is ‘New York’ as she flings her hand at Loki’s face.

You, however, remain listless and solemn next to Lady Sif as you observe the interaction. He wears his masks well.

You always knew he was a better actor than he first let on to you.

“Ah, so you seek to bring about the only remaining woman who would dare hope in my transformation to become a better being,” Loki begins with a smile of mischief and mockery.

Your stomach changes to steel, and you swallow a rock before you speak. His gaze is already on you when you fully turn to address him.

“Your mother held all the hope of the world for you, but I have never shared such sentiment. I knew Loki Odinson, but I know nothing of Loki Laufeyson. And I would prefer to not know him at all.” There is a glimmer of shock in his eyes for a small moment, but he seems to recover well.

It seems no one has dared call him his true name.

You cannot even relish in the feeling of taking him off guard, because you are as cold as ice and no longer as malleable as platinum. He wears a mask anyway, and this may all be playing exactly as he has planned.

And if Thor’s bewildered stare directed towards you is any indication, it seems you both did better than you thought at keeping your relationship clandestine and secret.

There is something that bubbles up within you as you hear the approach footsteps of guards come to stop Thor’s plan of treason and rebellion. There is something strange in the way Loki watches you, his eyes clinging to your movements for something you do not know.

Your voice turns slightly airy as you focus in on him and words spill out before you can stop them. You do not know where they come from.

“Your tricks and lies can no longer save you, no matter which form you take.” He backs away, but you turn towards Thor, refusing to acknowledge him any longer.

Something somewhere deep inside of you tells you this will be the last time you will see him alive as himself, and you prefer not to remember him like this.

“I will do my best to keep people occupied on the far side of the palace.”

He nods, “You have my thanks.”

You cannot offer any sort of smile, but you nod all the same. The last thing Loki sees out of the corner of his eye as he follows his brother is your back turned towards him as you walk away.

All you can do is move away and hope that someday things will be better, despite your heart telling you they will only get worse.

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tarithenurse · 5 years

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All is fair in Love & War - 6

Pairing: Loki x reader Content: Some angsting and maybe some pining? Could it be? A few hints at something sexual, but nothing explicit. Plot-thickening. A/N: I’d love to link to past chapters or my masterlist, but yeah... This is a semi-AU in the sense that it is in a sort of medieval/fairy-tale setting, but Loki and MCU’s version of Nordic mythology still applies. I’ve taken the liberty of tagging people who’ve reposted, but if you do want a tag pls let me know.

6. Purpose

Loki and you are walking through the halls of the keep. He is constantly talking about the history of the country and its people, drawing surprising parallels to your homeland. It is true, that he could most likely tell you anything and you would not know any better because the few details you know of the past have been passed along by the fireside in the winters when the elder were telling stories from their youth or their grandparents’ times. Now you find yourself hanging to his every word.

“The Jötun are not traditionally a united people as you know from the Asgardians or the Alfheimars,” the god is explaining, “and this has made them wary of everyone outside their own clans, their kin.” Loki continues to explain their old laws of blood guilt, where the first one to draw the blood of another for any other reason than self-preservation is at fault.

Pondering this, you walk in silence next to the tall man before finally saying out loud what you have concluded. “Sire, does that mean that the mistrust together with the…ongoing conflict…” You do not want to actually label it as an invasion. You cannot do that. Yet. “That’s the reason for leaving me to die? It’s the closest to vengeance without straight out killing me themselves. Passiveness means they haven’t drawn blood, so to speak?”

The tall man walking beside you, studying you carefully, stays silent. Together you enter the great hall, and whatever was on your mind is gone. Logically, you are well aware that this keep is far from the grandeur of palace in Sjöblik with its polished, coloured marble and creamy sandstones, and the golden decorations which add an aethereal atmosphere to the place. This hall oozes raw power. Dark, roughhewn slabs of granite glittering in the torchlight while massive wooden beams bring an addition to the warm glow with their amber hues. Still, the long benches and tables, a multitude of different furs, and a firepit as long as five men lying head to toe creating the centerpiece are not enough to draw the attention from the throne in the far end of the hall.

“Is that…glass, your highness?” The heat of the fire is behind you already as the two of you step closer to the crystalline structure.

A soft chuckle erupts from deep in Loki’s chest. “No, little mortal, it is not glass.”

You let him pull you up the few steps of the dais to see the god take his seat leaning on the armrest with the legs casually splayed. A slight motion brings your gaze to his pelvis before you can stop yourself, and you feel the shame heat your cheeks.

“Feel for yourself.” His smirk is audible, creating a suspicion that he is not only referring to the throne.

Choosing to ignore his lewdness, which you are beginning to suspect is the best course of action in these cases, you trace the armrest with the fingertips finding the surface to be cold as…

“Ice?” Palming the surface, you feel a wetness form where your hand touches the seat of the king.

“Yes. That is our true element, we thrive in the cold of winter.” Quick as a snake, he has wrapped you in his arms, locking you in place on his lap. “Besides, in the winter there is time for other activities that bring heat.”

Squirming to get free quickly proves to be a bad move on your behalf as you can feel Loki’s excitement through the layers of clothing you both wear. Mortified, you stop moving, unless considering the rapidly beating heart. Even your breath is shallow, timid in fear of what something as natural as a moving chest might cause.

The chuckle bubbling from within the god’s chest floats into the cool air surrounding the throne. “Ever the shy little flower, but I know what you desire, mortal.” A hand works its way under the dress and shift to find your thigh prickling with goosebumps. “There is no need to play coy.”

“Play?” In your outrage, you manage to push yourself partially onto your feet before he drags you back down. “Sire, I’m not pretending anything! It was a moment of weakness and I won’t give in again!”

His face is hidden behind you, and still you know that he is no longer amused. A drop in temperature is the first warning, the painfully tightening grip is the second. But the chill in Loki’s voice is what truly gives it away.

“Be careful what you say next, little mortal.” Thin lips brush lightly against the shell of your ear in sharp contrast to the rough way the god is handling you. “What do you want?”

“I wanna know what’s really going on!” you nearly yell in exasperation before clasping your hand to your mouth, afraid of what he might do to punish your insolence.

The dangerously familiar cold hand circles your wrist and tugs at it, gently but insistent, to free your self-imposed muzzle. Then Loki flips you around on his lap easily, so you straddle him chest to chest, locking your arms behind your back which makes it impossible for you to turn away. For a second you are lost in the cold beauty of his face with the sharp bone structure and the eyes full of a smoldering darkness capable of making you forget time and place. Get a grip! Blinking furiously, you begin to trace the intricate pattern carved into the ice of the back of the throne. Don’t let him enchant me.

“You will explain what that is supposed to mean, pet,” Loki purrs, but the cold is not gone from his voice, “and you will look me in the eyes as you do so.” Spine like a worm, you scold yourself when your eyes meet the green emeralds he has been bestowed. “Now talk.” A silent battle rages, but you lose it the moment he speaks your name.

“Your highness…” Your voice falters slightly, but you carry on. “I thought I knew what was going on…why we were fighting against the Jötuns and why the obvious enemy was you.” Needing to swallow, you grab the chance to consider the next words carefully. “My people are starving, suffering from disease and the great sacrifices made for the cause. We’ve all lost people dear to us…some more than others…”

You had thought the first death would be the only one. In your sorrow, you had returned to your childhood home and retaken your place among parents and brothers. You had been wrong.

“Who did you lose, my dear?”

Startled by the gentleness in Loki’s voice, you answer without thinking. “Everyone. My husband, parents, brothers…” Biting your lips, you focus on breathing deeply.

“That is why you joined the army.” Something strange flickers in his eyes. “The women of Midgard are not required to serve, they have to volunteer.”

It is true. Where men of all ages have to comply to their king’s call, the women are not bound so because they are considered less resilient. Perhaps the difference is greater among the nobles. Whichever the reason, you had quickly succeeded in the training and were send to the front.

“You know what I and anyone else were told,” you shift the subject from the more personal aspects, “ ’the Blue Monster of Jotunheim is attempting to destroy all of Midgard and it’s only through sacrifice that we can succeed’…or so they said.” Closing your eyes, you can still see the king on his balcony, addressing the new troops. “It never occurred to any of us that our king might be lying, our commanders living a different life than that of the rest of us…” a sigh escapes you, “and part of me can’t accept it because trusting you goes against…everything I learned until the day I tracked you down.”

His hands have already loosened the grasp, now they rush to cup your face tenderly, making your eyes meet once more.

“You did seek me out of your own volition that night,” Loki murmurs, “hoping to kill me or be killed.”

There is no reason to deny it, so you just shrug. Tears are stinging your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall, refuse to show any weakness. And really, you have lived to get a glimpse of the truth. At least a possible alternative to the truth. It means you will have to either trust Loki blindly or that you observe and listen, considering every new bit of information until you have found the truth on your own…whatever that may be.

“You’ve done as you promised, sire.” You force a crooked smile. “You’ve broken down my world, but I won’t give in to see any enchanted creation you please in its stead! I’m gonna figure out what’s real and where my place in that world is. Even if the Midgardian king has been plotting and scheming…well it doesn’t mean that you’re any better.”

“Yet I can give you the skills and tools you need.” The calculative stare is unwavering, and you know he has a very valid point. “And I will not let you go freely.”

Of course not, still, the admission is frightening. “Why not? What risk do I pose? I have no home, no loyalty.”

“Easy for you to say when you possess valuable information about my forces and abilities.” Loki’s smile is unnaturally broad. “No, you will not leave Utgard yet…but I will teach you everything you need to become a spy infiltrating your homeland.”

Oddly, that does not mean he releases you from his grasp, and as the seconds and then minutes drag by in silence, you feel a toe-curling awkwardness steal over you. Loki, however, is unfazed. Long fingers rearranged the yellow fabric of the dress before moving on to the armrest. You try to not watch. You most definitely try not to think of what those fingers are capable of. Thankfully, your captor is too occupied with what he is doing to notice the heat in your cheeks.

What is he doing?

Nimble digits move over the glistening surface, revealing a miniature scenery of mountains and forests stretching into the air. It can only be magic. No sculptor would be able to create such detailed figures without the most delicate tools. The ice forest contains a range of different trees, though most are pines like in the woods at home…squinting, you lean closer to study the landscape. Jagged mountain-arms stretch around the little village at the side of the glacier stream, and you know before laying eyes upon it, that you will find a quarry.

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my escape ii - uncle hades (disney’s descendants 3 x marvel crossover)

Series summary: Astrid Lokisdottir (OC) grew up on the Isle of the Lost with her father, Loki Odinson. Plagued by nightmares, she’s presented with an escape plan and memories of a woman, memories which aren’t hers.

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Series warnings: spoilers, swearing, mean Loki, kidnapping, I’m not following canon timelines, all characters except for Astrid are not mine, Loki is kind of OOC, the story focuses more on (spoiler alert lmao) Astrid and mother!reader’s relationship

character relationships if that’s a thing: Astrid x Harry Hook, Astrid x dad! Loki, Loki x wife! reader, Astrid x mom! reader, goddess of hysteria! reader

The path to her Uncle Hades’ place wasn’t that hard to navigate through. It wasn’t that far of a walk either—if people around the Isle knew to make way for you. Everyone on the Isle knew of the havoc Astrid’s father caused before they were booted away to the Isle. They knew anyone of Loki’s bloodline was off limits.

Same thing went with Hades. They knew both Gods no longer had their abilities, but they were ruthless. At least, that’s how they started seeing the pair of gods when they decided they wanted to terrorize the Isle of the Lost together as, in the words of Astrid’s Uncle, bros. Loki didn’t quite approve, but who cared? He had all the power he could’ve ever dreamed of.

The Isle didn’t quite have the same perspective as Astrid did. To her, the gods were worn-out men trying to prove they still had it—Astrid could never tell what exactly “it” was. Of course, the rest of the Isle didn’t have to sit through stories of two powerless gods mourning the loss of their powers.

She wandered into the familiar environment of Hades’ “lair” which needed some cleaning, if Astrid was honest. She could hear voices echoing against the walls as she brought herself closer into the main area of the lair.

“Uncle Hades!” Astrid yelled angrily upon entering the lair, swaggering into whatever moment she interrupted. She snarled at the sight of the familiar purple-haired Lady of the Court standing off with the blue flames on Hades’ head. Astrid smirked, plopping onto the uncomfortable couch.

“Astrid, now is not the time,” Hades shook his head, his eyes shifting between Loki’s daughter and his own.

“Dad has a stick up his ass. Would you mind if I hung around for a while?” Astrid smiled, ignoring Hades’ previous remark. The man rolled his eyes knowing there was no telling Astrid off. Hell, even her own father didn’t have the guts to. Astrid was Loki’s daughter and she had him wrapped around her finger.

“What’s Astrid doing here?” Mal turned to face Celia in distress. Astrid’s presence could’ve worked against Mal. The purple-haired girl knew the daughter of the God of Mischief was a good negotiator and if there was even a bit of a chance she was to interfere with the deal in favor of Hades, Auradon was doomed. The young girl shrugged in response to the Lady of the Court. Astrid giggled, watching the expressions of shock finding their way to the girls’ faces.

“Ast, tell your dad I’m in the middle of a situation,” Hades tilted his head in annoyance at the young girl, giving her a look that would’ve mortified any other citizen of the Isle. Astrid, of course, was no normal citizen of the Isle.

“Yeah, Astrid, shoo!” Mal tried swatting Astrid away as she would have the other stray kids of the Isle. Mal could feel Astrid glaring daggers at her. If she hadn’t known better, she would have cowered away from Astrid’s horrifying gaze. Astrid was sizing her up and she knew it.

After a long moment under Astrid’s gaze, Mal felt relief enter her body as Astrid’s yawns echoed off the walls of Hades’ lair. The dark-haired girl snarled at Mal, stalking closer and closer until the only thing keeping Astrid from Mal was Hades’ broad arms.

“Hold on, Kiddo. I don’t think you want to threaten an Auradonian royal if you want a chance at getting off this rock,” Hades’ muscles strained as he tried to push the e/c eyed girl away from his daughter.

“Yeah, Asturd, shoo!” Mal exclaimed, making Astrid giggle uncontrollably at Mal’s feeble attempt at an insult.

“Aw, Mal, did the little fairy princess forget how to be mean?” Astrid cooed jokingly, running her pointer finger tauntingly along Mal’s jaw.

“Don’t touch me!” Mal yelled, pushing Astrid away from her. Astrid barely even staggered with the lack of force from Mal’s push. Instead, she found herself moving away from Mal on her own will, holding her hands above her head in surrender.

“Astrid, tell your dad whatever business he wants to deal with, we can deal with later!” Hades exclaimed, glaring harshly at Astrid. Sure, she was a constant in his life, but Astrid’s act could get old pretty easily.

“How about you tell dad I want off this damned rock! There is no way in Hel I’ll be chosen to be thrown out of here and into Auradon! I don’t even care about that! I just want the golden towers of Asgard which is my rightful home which the royals stripped me from! I was a baby when I got here!” the e/c eyed girl’s voice strained as she snarled, poking at Hades’ chest; her finger digging deeper with every poke.

Astrid’s outburst left Mal with an idea; a deal Astrid could never refuse. She smirked, approaching a very confused Astrid.

“If Hades, over here, given me the ember, maybe you can go with us when we head off the Isle.” Mal smirked, her voice bittersweet poison. Astrid could see right through her act. She chuckled; did Mal think she was stupid?

“Just so you could throw me back when I’ve served my purpose? I’d rather take my chances digging my nails into the earth searching for an escape from the Isle. Hel, I’d even try convincing father into letting me attempt to use the Bifrost,” Astrid shook her head in noncompliance.

“I-it’s not—” Mal stuttered, trying to piece her words together. Of course, Astrid, a literal goddess, would have read through her rusty façade.

“But it is like that, Mal! That’s all you Auradonians do! You use people! You must think I’m stupid if you thought I’d agree to a petty deal like yours,” Astrid spat, annoyed that Mal would ever think lowly of her, the Goddess of Chaos.

“Astrid, you know I know you’re the goddess of chaos. As much as it pains me to say this, we need you,” Mal flashed her green orbs at Astrid and the black-haired girl saw them full with desperation.

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