#loki odinson x princess!reader

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𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 |

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦.

*Probably will make this a multi part thing but idk I’ll see how it goes🙃*

You finished plaiting the last braid in your hair before continuing your peaceful stroll along the rushing river in the queens gardens.

You had been welcomed most warmly that dawn by the king and queen of Asgard, but as the princes were on a mission fighting in another realm, you were still yet to meet them.

As a light elf, you had the most radiant spirit and connected deeply with nature. You were a princess, yes, but that wasn’t always what you prioritised. You generally never dressed like one and you never cared for the politics of it all. One of the main reasons you were here now, on Asgard.

After your mother's passing, your father believed that if you spent time around this royal family, that ‘perhaps you’ll learn the proper manners of a princess’, as he had said.

You scoff at the memory. It may have only be recent, but, life hasn't been the same since your mother died. Your father is cold and distant. Life is lonely and dull.

Hour pass as you remain in the gardens, surrounded by animals and natural beauty. So lost in your own train of thought, you don’t even notice that someone has entered your presence.

“I do not believe that maids are allowed unaccompanied in the queens gardens.” The smooth voice snaps your from your trance and you turn to look over your shoulder.

You recognise the man standing before you immediately. Maid...really? Prince Loki; tall, dark, and handsome as ever. Does he really not realise who you are?

You cock your head to the side. “Oh, right. My apologies…my prince.” You bow your head slightly and he raises a brow as you stifle a giggle and run off back to the palace entrance. You decide to reside in your room reading, until dinner time.

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"My boys. You both look rather dashing." Frigga's soft voice floats throughout the currently empty dining hall.

"Why thank you, mother." Thor replies as Loki smiles silently in response.

"So where is this.. princess.. that is going to be staying with us?" Loki asks, trying his best to hide his intrigue. His current thoughts were solely that of the princess and mysterious 'maid' he had found in the garden earlier that day that he had never seen before.

"Coming right now, and be nice to her, please. She has just lost her mother. She is delicate." Her voice is soft and there's a sadness to it. Your mother was, after all, one of Frigga's closest friends.

The guards open the doors to the dining hall. Meekly, you walk in and bow in front of the royal family before you.

"Rise, child." Odin's voice booms and you flinch slightly.

Frigga smiles fondly and gestures for you to come over. You slowly approach, curls in your hair bouncing slightly as you hold your beautiful, long, flowing dress.

"How are you, my dear?" Frigga asks as she holds your hands in hers.

You hesitate. "I'm okay, your highness."

"Good. And please, call me Frigga." She chuckles. "Here, meet my sons. Thor, and Loki." She smiles proudly.

As you reach a hand out to shake, you realise you shouldn't. Your father would whip your hand if you did that. Not that he's there, but you won't risk it this time. You settle on a curtsy.

"Welcome to Asgard, princess. We are more than happy to have you." Thor shouts kindly. You smile in return, feeling an odd sense of comfort from the large man.

You look over, making eye contact with Loki. He stares back at you, stunned, eyeing you up and down with a curious smirk. You blush and try not to laugh.

"It would seem that Prince Loki and I have actually met already."

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The room bustled with people, eating their various foods and chatting about nothing. Small talk this, small talk that. Empty conversations will be the death of you.

"So, princess Y/n. How is your father faring?" A rough voice from beside you asks.

You groan internally.

"Quite well. Thank you." You reply through gritted teeth. You smile and silently stand there in hopes that unfamiliar man will leave. But, he doesn't.

"And how is life on Asgard treating you?" Another question you can roll your eyes at.

"Well considering I've been here barely a day, how about I get back to you on that one another time." You throw him a sour smile, handing him your drink before walking away curtly.

You find yourself standing alone in the corner as the night pursues. It seems that gossip travels rather fast here on Asgard as people were already whispering and casting judging glances. Perhaps you were too unnecessarily rude to the man. Well, who cares, maybe it means you can go home quicker.

"You do not care for dancing?" A husky voice asks from behind you.

"You do not care for approaching people like a normal person?" You don't need to turn around to know who it is.

He shrugs, no standing beside you. "I am not a normal person. It is simply part of my charm."

"Well that I sure do not care for." You cross your arms. How much longer until this is over.

"Ouch. You itch so badly to get out of here." He says quietly as he looks out onto the sea of people, who are starting to stare even more so now that you're talking to their prince.

"Don't you?" You scoff. "Look. I've been here a day and already all these people hate me."

"They do not hate you. They simply...misunderstand you, I suppose. Take your honesty as hostility." He shrugs.

"I said one thing! Just the one!" You raise one finger to emphasise and he chuckles in amusement.

"You will get over it, and I assure you, they will too." He tells you, as if he has experienced this before too.

Your eyes widen as you come to a shocking realisation. "If this news gets back to my father he is going to kill me."

Loki scoffs. "Please, with something this tame? I doubt it, princess."

His use of the words princess makes your stomach flip but you ignore the feeling and mumble incoherently back to him.

"I need to shower and organise my room with all my stuff." You say, changing the subject as you anxiously bite your nails, counting down the seconds till you can leave already.

"You do know there is maids for that, right?" He replies smugly, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Yes.. but you do know I'm not one of them, right?"

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[shadeysprings]

The Princess of Asgard

—Loki x F!Reader

Summary: Your supposed vacation on Asgard takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings: kidnapping, non-consensual arranged marriage, betrayal & violence.

A/N: Written for @lokisgoodgirl as they've been wanting some Dark!Loki recently. Ngl, I do miss writing him. Un-beta so may be meh.

Your feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated. Support Content Creators! And I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

The tears continue streaming down your face as you stare at your reflection in the vast mirror hanging on the wall. The emerald gown you were forced to wear shimmers beautifully against the light of your chambers and you wish you could appreciate such a delicate garment, to bask at the regality being laid upon your feet. 

But you can’t, not even a shred of happiness can be found within, for such gifts have come with a price, one you know deep down you cannot pay.

You blame your naivety, for it’s what brought you into your situation in the first place. The excitement burst from you when Thor and his brother, Loki, invited you to see their home. The stories of Asgard have held a vice on you since you were young, mesmerized at how beautiful the images scholars painted of a place they’ve never seen before. And being given that opportunity, to witness what no one else on earth has, was too irresistible not to take.

“What are you wearing?” Loki asks upon seeing you when you open the door, his eyes trailing down your body before stopping at your face.

“Oh, am I underdressed?” You ask, looking down at the graphic tee and canvas shorts you put on that morning. “I just thought of dressing light since it’s summer here.” 

“Not at all, darling.” He smiles before ushering himself into your room along with a stout middle-aged woman with stacks of fabric nestled in her arms. “But I was thinking you would dress like an Asgardian during your stay here.” 

The woman, who Loki introduces as Thyra, lays the assortment of fabric on the foot of your bed, dresses of silk and satin, looking delicate to the touch. You look up at Loki, eyes wide in disbelief and awe. 

“Take your pick.” He instructs but nears the emerald dress all the same and runs his fingers against its skirts. “But I personally think you would look good in this.”

You scan the garments, the gold and beige sitting idly on the mattress, both in the same cut and style. Only the emerald dress stands out from the bunch, looking regal and elegant. But regardless of his suggestion, your eyes still land on the beige, hand reaching over to caress the silk before taking it. 

“But this would look more in season, don’t you think?” You tell him, a smile playing on your lips. He smiles back but you can’t help but notice how it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Though after that morning, the dresses presented to you were all of the same color, emerald fabrics dancing against the lights of your room, leaving you no choice but to wear the green thrust upon you. 

Your first week on Asgard was spent touring the palace and the outer grounds, Loki always at your side, arm intertwined with yours as he introduced you to his friends, along with the other lords and ladies in Thor’s court. A feast was even thrown in your honor, and even if you found the extravagant event fun and entertaining, the way you were regarded by royals and commoners alike threw you off guard. 

But it didn’t stop there. Even after the feast, people bowed at your wake and called you princess, the title off-putting considering you were not close to such status, a mere civilian and average citizen on earth. 

You thought they were doing so to show respect to the king and the prince’s visitor, but that one-morning exchange with Thyra, when she entered your room without your permission and started laying out a dress on the top of your bed, told you otherwise. 

“It’s unheard of in all the realms for a princess to dress herself.” Thyra says in disbelief when you try to dismiss her. “I would not want the prince to scold me for not doing my work accordingly.”

“Oh—but I’m not a princess.” You tell her with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“Not yet.” She simply responds before bending low and turning to leave.

And that chance encounters with Lord Fandral as you walked through the corridors of the palace alone.

“Are you lost, princess?” He asks.

You don’t understand why you’re being addressed as such. Is it customary to give visitors of the royals such titles?

With your brain too muddled with errant thoughts, you choose to brush it off and ask Loki later why they are treating you as such, you give the golden lord a smile and ask him where you can find the kitchen. 

“I’d be happy to escort you, princess.” Lord Fandral says with a smile as he offers his hand for you to take.

As the days turn into weeks, the once magnificent palace felt all too suffocating; with Thyra’s constant insistence to serve you, the whispers you heard from the servants as you walked past them, and most of all, Loki’s indifference each time you asked him why you are being treated in such a weird way. 

Until that day, all the answers were finally laid at your feet.

“Darling, Thyra has told me that—what are you doing?”

You don’t spare Loki a glance, irritation filling your senses as you pack all your things. “I’m leaving. I thought visiting Asgard would be great but things here are just fucking weird.” You spit, shoving your clothes in your duffel but stopping when Loki places a hand over your bag.

“You will do no such thing.” He says and you scowl up at him, but your anger shifts into curiosity, and your spine shivers when you see the seriousness in his emerald eyes. “You’re not to leave Asgard until I say so.”

“Why?!” You push his hand away and try to grab your bag but he latches onto the strap, pulling it completely from your grasp, and throws it on the ground. “What the fuck?! You can’t keep me here, Loki! I’m telling Thor and you won’t be welcomed back to the compound!”

“Go on then. He’s in the throne room right now.” He says, moving away and gesturing to the door. But the tone of his voice, calm and resolute, has fear crawling up your skin.

Yet still, you push on and walk past him, marching yourself through the halls as you try to navigate your way. You sense Loki following behind, but give him no mind, though once you find yourself lost, his chuckle resounds in your ear and you stiffen when his hand rests at the small of your back and whispers, “Just through here, darling.” 

He leads you through a set of double doors and you look ahead to see Thor sitting on the throne, Mjolnir laying inanimate at his feet while addressing the people surrounding him. 

His eyes meet yours and he smiles, dismissing his subjects when you march up to him. But the friendly smile fades when you stomp up the steps, a frown playing on his lips. “My lady, you seem to be in distress.” 

“Hell yeah, I am.” You almost shout, pointing an accusing finger at Loki who stops at the foot of the steps. “Your brother is being an asshole. He said I can’t leave Asgard without his permission.”

Thor looks startled at your words, eyes shifting to his brother and then to you. “But why would you leave Asgard when you’re to be wed?”

You stiffen at the word. Wed? What does he mean? Your eyes dart to Loki who casually stands by the steps before climbing up toward you. He reaches for your hand but you quickly pull away, your eyes focused on him before looking at Thor who stands from his seat.  

“Have you not told her, brother?” Thor asks, but his eyes remain on you. 

“Told me what?!” You respond in a rush, panic rolling through your veins.

“I was supposed to while we ate breakfast but she banished her handmaiden and I caught her packing her things.”

Thor sighs but chuckles after. “Loki, you know midgardians are more unrefined in these situations than us.”

“I took your word into account, brother. Thought I would break it to her gen—”

“What the fuck are you both talking about?!” You shout, anger and fear mixing within you. “What the hell is happening?! What are you not telling me?!”

“Do you want to tell her or should I?” Thor asks his brother and Loki simply grins, giving a solemn bow to his brother. Thor faces you, blue eyes serious yet full of mirth. “You’ve accepted my brother’s gifts, have you not?”

“Gifts?”

“The dress.” He waves a hand in your direction and you look down at the green silk hanging from your shoulders. “You wear his colors, you’ve accepted his invitation to come home with him. Your chambers, adjacent to the prince’s, and a handmaiden for you to use as you please. Each one deserving of a princess.”

“But—” You stammer and shake your head. They can’t be gifts, you never even thought them to be; simply thinking that everything was part of Asgardian culture and you were not one to question their way of life. “I didn’t know they were gifts. I thought they—”

“I thought you were a smart girl but you’ve proved me wrong, little one.” Thor laughs and waves to his brother. “Enlighten her with the situation, we can’t have a scene played before the court on the day of the wedding.”

“But what if I decline?” Your voice trembles as you speak, body shaking as everything starts to make sense; why everyone calls you princess, Loki’s looming presence, and Thyra forcing you to wear the dresses instead of putting on the ones you brought with you. “I should get to decide, shouldn’t I?”

“But the decision has already been made,” Loki rebuts and you take a step back when he steps closer. “And it is seen as treason and punishable by death to go against the will of the royal family.”

You blink slowly, the air leaving your lungs as you try to process all the information that has just been said. You can’t get married, Loki may be handsome but you have no feelings for him. You feel betrayed, played with, and the pain feels too overwhelming as you saw the brothers to be your friends. 

Why would they trick you? What have you done to merit such devious intent?

“It will be easier once you’ve had some food in you, darling.” Your eyes meet Loki’s when he stands close to you, his hand wrapping around your arm, thumb gently caressing your skin. “And realize that being my wife would be the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

You don’t want to agree. What the hell do they know about what’s best for you and what’s not? But you don’t fight back, instead, you nod and allow Loki to take your hand, bowing your head to Thor before following his brother out of the vast throne room. 

But as soon as you pass by the doors, the guards closing them at your wake, you stomp down on Loki’s foot and clench your fists before thrusting it towards his neck, making the god stumble back while he chokes.

You don’t waste any more time and run as fast as you can, sprinting through the halls and staggering down the stairs. Several servants squeal in shock at your wake but you give them no mind, set on finding your way out of the palace and towards the bridge that you once crossed when you arrived. 

Several footsteps stomp behind you and you push further, urging yourself to run faster. You can hide in the forest once you leave the palace and plan from there. All you want now and all you can do is get away from Loki and his brother and hope that you can find someone to help you and take you back home. 

But you grunt when something solid catches your waist, your back pressing hard against a surface that you soon realize is someone’s chest. You try to pull away, clawing on the arm that restrains you to set yourself free, but you whimper when you feel the edge of a blade pressing against your neck, tilting your head back to avoid being cut. 

“I will not be insulted by your insolence, darling.” Loki drawls against your ear. “I have been very patient with you, I have been kind. You do not want to test these waters only to end up drowning.” 

“Please, Loki.” You cry and hiss when he breaks the skin, the metallic tang of your blood wafting in the air. “Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.”

He chuckles and you let out a breath when the blade leaves your neck. But such reprieve is lost when his fingers wrap around your throat, his nose trailing down your temple and to your cheek then pressing a soft kiss against your skin. 

“Well, darling,” He breathes, feeling rather than seeing his grin. “You thought wrong.”

Quickly, you wipe your tears away when you hear the door of your room open. You keep still, hearing soft footsteps pad through the open room and into the bedchamber, your body going stiff when you see Loki’s reflection in the mirror and resting his hands on your shoulder. 

“I hope those are happy tears, darling.” He says as he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. “Today is a joyous day and I expect nothing but.” 

You stay silent, unsure how to respond for you feel the opposite of happy. You’re trapped, kidnapped, into a foreign land, and betrayed by the people you’ve spent years who you trusted, and depended on to keep you safe. 

Your eyes then shift to the side when Loki holds up a necklace with an emerald crystal hanging by the chain. He takes the liberty of clasping the chain around your neck, whimpers leaving your lips when his hand grazes the tops of your breasts, his finger caressing the jewel that sits on your cleavage. 

“A beautiful present for my bride.” He whispers, the words stabbing your chest and you can’t help the tears from spilling once again. His brow furrows, turning you from the mirror to face him and you look down when he cups your cheek. “What’s the matter, darling? Do you not like it?” He asks. “I can get you another one, a bigger one if that’s what you want.”

“I want to go home.” You blurt out and cover your face as you sob against your palms. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.

Loki then pinches your chin, making you wince and you drop your hands to your sides when he lifts your head and forces you to face him. A breath catches in your throat as you’re once more filled with fear, seeing his green eyes glow dangerously and the mischievous smirk forming on his lips. 

“But darling,” He breathes, “You are home.”

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[siggytumbles]

!! ISO Loki-fic suggestions !!

Hello friends! I'm desperately craving some Loki x Princess fics (can be Sigyn/OFC/Reader/idc) and struggling to narrow down my Ao3 searches. If anyone has any suggestions, please share!

Some Themes/Tropes I like but aren't required: Arranged marriage, Jotun Loki, childhood friends to lovers, Stangers to friends to lovers, Idiots in love, pinning, slow burn, sexual tension, dirty talk, bonding over magic, equally mischievous MFC, embracing the others culture, world building, warrior-princess vibes, myth loki vibes.

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[vampirefreakism]

The Blue Princess (Chapter 9)

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

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

Word count: 3.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You seem anxious.”

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

“About what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And soon enough, she was.

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

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

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

Luna shivered and let out a breathy “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snapping to attention, Luna gasped and grabbed his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, in an instant, bang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?” Luna whispered back.

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s new,” she said.

Loki scrunched his brow. “Hm?”

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

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

The pair chuckled. “Promise,” she responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loki nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

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

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[not-regi-look-elsewhere]

Trust the Golden Scales, They Know Best

Masterlist

Pairing: Loki Odinson x OC (Sigrid Hastain)

Summary: Famed noblewoman and future High Priestess Sigrid Hastain would have been supportive of her older sister's engagement if the groom hadn't been her crush's older brother: Prince Thor. Now she was to be pried away from her studies in Omnipotent City; just to sit miserably at her sister's week-long Asgardian wedding celebration.

Everything in the palace was going surprisingly as it should have been. Well, up until a tragic event occurred mere hours before the matrimony was to commence. Now Sigrid was left to figure out what had happened with the only other person who was up for the job as well: Loki.

A/N: I am 100% taking creative liberties here. It’s not technically MCU accurate.

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classical (recommended)

mellow

angry

pop

Table of Contents:

chapter one

chapter two

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[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

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Hello sweetie!!!

Good to know that you've opened requests because do I have A WONDERFUL request for YOU!

Okay okay, of course for me I'm going to request Loki so here goes...

Loki and Reader are arranged to marry and have never met before (either Reader is a princess or just a lady). The day of the wedding, reader suggests a first touch with her fiance - how could Frigga deny that? So they do it. Then, when they see each other at the altar, it's as if the world stops for them both.

I left it a bit vague so you can expand but I am so excited to see what you make of it! I love you so much and please do DM me if you need something 🫂🥰❤️

~LRM

Marrying a Stranger

Loki Odinson x fem!Princess!Reader

Summary: You are arranged to marry Prince Loki of Asgard. Fear and pre-wedding nerves get the better of you and you can't help but ask Frigga for help. Of course is the good-hearted Queen more than willing to help out...

Warnings: arranged marriage? angst, fluff, sweet Loki

Word Count: 2,5k

a/n: I actually wanted to post a new chapter of 'Through the Years' today, BUT the birthday of my wonderful friend @lady-rose-moon is definitely more important. 🥰 Therefore, I'd like to post this lil' oneshot as a gift. 😊 Again, happy (belated) birthday, friend!

Ps. I'm also incredibly sorry that his took me so long to write... I hope you like it nevertheless! I love you, too! 💚

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The day had arrived. The day you looked forward to in excitement and anticipation, but also with fear and nervousness. Your wedding. Your arranged wedding, to be precisely.

You were a princess. Only daughter of the king and queen of Vanaheim. And due to the royal blood pumping through your veins, you were not allowed to choose the man you'd marry. The man would be chosen for you. At first, you didn't approve of this and were literally appalled by the mere imagination of marrying a strange man you had never seen before, but your mother and all your tutors had quickly put you in your place.

There was no way out of this - and you had to accept that. It was your fate. Your destiny. The destined path for a princess.

This is not of importance, sweetheart. You don't have to meet your future husband, in order to marry him.

A few centuries ago, when you had reached womanhood, your marriage was arranged and announced within the kingdom. You were bespoken to king Odin's and queen Frigga's youngest son... Prince Loki of Asgard.

Throughout all the years you had never met your betrothed.

That is the man I shall marry?

That was what your mother had answered to your question if you could meet the prince you were going to marry.

So, the topic was off the table. You had been taught to obey your mother, so why would you dare to ever ask her again? The decision was made. No meant no. You only ever heard stories of your future husband... That he was quite special - and not in the good way. Most people spoke of his mischievous and cunning nature. Some even said villainous, brute and rebellious. To hear those words scared you.

You had dreamed of true love and romance. Of being courted and wooed. You dreamed of a sweet, kind man who would treat you like you deserved - and not of a brute who would treat you like his maid. You spent endless sleepless nights within your chambers, thinking about your future with Loki. What if he truly was just a harsh, mischievous scamp? What if your dreams were about to shatter?

And now, suddenly the moment had come...

But then you started to hear other stories of Loki Odinson as well. About how charming and witty he is. How gentlemanly and eloquent. And how utterly handsome he shall look.

You were torn. Torn by every story they told you - and the worst part was that you never got to find out what the truth was and which talk was cheap. At least not until the day you would marry him. It left you a mess.

You were standing in a huge chamber in the royal palace of Asgard. The room bustled with maids, who were preparing everything to get you ready for the wedding ceremony. You nervously fumbled your fingers; constantly tugging at the soft fabric of your wine red dress. Your mother had just left the room along with your father; leaving you and your troubled mind alone.

From the first encounter with Frigga, you could tell that she had a heart of gold. She was so kind and lovely. Perhaps the most good-hearted person you ever met. You got along with your future mother-in-law instantly. She had welcomed you with open arms. And right in that moment, you couldn't picture another way out.

You couldn't deny the anxiety any longer. It hit you full force; realisation dawning on you like the sun... I can't marry a man I never saw in my life.

So, you decided to order a maid to fetch the only person you hoped would be kind enough to help you. Queen Frigga. The Allmother. You and your family had arrived about a week ago and even in that week you never got to see Loki. Only the king and queen. Not the princes.

Frigga gently took your hands in hers and led you over to the bed; sitting down with you. "What is the matter, dear? The fear within you is stronger than your nervousity. I can feel it." You swallowed hard, "I- It's... It's just..." and had to take a deep breath. "I'm afraid of marrying a man I never saw in my life. I-I know that this is not of importance and probably even forbidden, but-" A radiant smile forming on the queen's lips interrupted you. You furrowed your brows; were confused. Even more when she started to chuckle.

Only a few moments passed, before the young maid returned to your chambers; following the queen.

"Y/N, my dear..." She immediately walked up to you. "You called for me?" You just nodded; anxious eyes meeting Frigga's beautiful blue ones. "I-I did. Could we... Could we talk in private?" "Of course!" She reassured you, then clapped her hands twice. "Would you all please leave and give us some privacy?" All the maids stopped in their tasks and immediately rushed to leave your chambers.

"My son requested the exact same. Barely before you called me to your chambers, I sat with Loki and spoke about this with him as well. I guess you are quite similar in that case." She chuckled again and reached for your hand again. You just stared at her; not quite believing what she just said. "I understand you, dear. I couldn't do such a thing either. Back when I had to wed my husband, I demanded to at least see him and share a few sentences with him beforehand as well. It helped me to adapt to the situation I was in. Therefore, I can't deny yours, neither my son's wish." Frigga stood up and offered you her arm. "Come on."

You swallowed hard; feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest, as you approached the little pavilion.

You blinked; were utterly speechless. You knew Frigga would understand you, but that... That wasn't something you anticipated to happen. Still a bit stunned, you stood up and took her offer. She led you out of your chambers, down several hallways you had never seen before, until you were outside the palace and had reached a beautiful garden. She stopped, nodding towards a small pavilion quite a few meters away, which was surrounded by rose bushes and cherry trees.

"My son is waiting for you in the pavilion." Frigga let go of your arm and gave you a smile. "You have about an hour before the maids will return to get you both ready for the ceremony. Make sure to be back at your chambers by that time." With a wink and a soft pad on your arm, she turned around and left.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Carefully - almost shyly, you peeked around the corner.

A man was standing in the middle of the small pavilion, with his back towards you; hands clasped behind his lower back. You could see that he was wearing a green tunic and black leather boots. Gold accents highlighted his whole outfit.

He had long hair - as black as the feathers of a raven. It fell in soft curls over his shoulders. Your gaze climbed up and down his body. He was tall. Norns, he was so tall - and his hands were big. You could tell. They would swallow yours whole.

"H-Hello?" A dark, smooth and slightly high-pitched voice spoke. "A-Are... Are you Princess Y/N?" You could tell by his voice that he was nervous, too. Probably even afraid - just like you.

You didn't even notice how your mouth fell agape. Or how you made another small step forwards; totally enhanced by the God you saw standing in front of you.

Barely after you set one foot in front of the other, a small twig snapped underneath the weight of your body. You flinched - and the man quickly turned to face you; flinching the slightest bit as well. The gust which was created by Loki's quick spin was sent directly into your direction and no second later, his scent hit you; invaded your nostrils... Leather, something dark and musky, charred wood and a slight hint of mint and something fruity. It smelled so rich, so divine, but also so addictive and cosy. You almost fainted.

You needed a moment to get yourself together. "Y-Yes, I-" Your words faded into a gasp as your eyes met his for the first time ever. He had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. Blue like water and as deep as the oceans. They held so many emotions. Nervousity and fear, but also curiosity and excitement. But above all kindness - the same kindness which sparkled within his mother's eyes.

Loki smiled and took a few cautious steps towards you. "It is my utmost pleasure to meet you, my princess." He gathered a bit of his bravery and hesitatingly reached for your hand, taking it gently in his. With a soft bow, he bestowed a small kiss upon your knuckles; soft, smooth lips brushing against your cold skin. A shudder rippled through you.

"The- The pleasure is a-all mine, my prince." You more or less stammered out, now utterly distracted by his chiselled facial features. High cheekbones, sharp jawline and a perfectly shaped nose. Norns, you thought. He looks like carved out of marble.

Loki gave you a smile. "Thank you for agreeing to this little... secret meeting. I-I just had to see you before the ceremony, I-" You gave his hand - which still enveloped yours a soft squeeze. "I know. I felt the same way." A nervous chuckle left his lips, followed by an even bigger smile. "That makes this situation so much easier..." You reciprocated his smile. "Indeed, my prince."

You took a seat on the small, cosy bench and decided to use the time you had left to talk and get to know each other at least a little bit, before you'd become husband and wife. It was exactly what you - and Loki needed. But especially, it calmed your fears of marrying a brute, despiteful man. They had been wrong... Oh so wrong. Loki was not like that. He was like you hoped he'd be. Kind, gentlemanly, sweet - and utterly romantic. His heart may be battered and bruised, but you could feel that this man would do everything to be a good, loving husband for you.

The hour flew by way too fast; within the blink of an eye and soon it was time to part ways - for now.

"Thank you, my pri-" "Loki. Please... It's Loki for you." That made you blush even more - if that was even possible. "Thank you, Loki." You smiled. "I can't believe I'm going to be wed to such a handsome, polite and sweet man either."

"Again... Thank you for agreeing to this." Loki said; voice soft. You shook your head. "No need to thank me. I wanted this, too, you know..."

Silence settled over the both of you, until he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. "I can't believe I'm marrying such a beautiful, kind-hearted woman in barely a few hours." You blushed in the darkest shades of crimson at his words; suppressing a girlish giggle to slip past your lips.

That caused Loki to blush.

A nervous chuckle bubbled from deep within his chest. "Thank you-" "Y/N." You interrupted him. "Y/N." The way he rolled his name off your tongue almost send you into another dimension - you were sure of it.

His words hit you straight into your heart. You could swear it was aflame by now, burning for this man you knew so little, but were going to wed in a few hours.

"Are you still nervous?" Loki asked then; eyes soft. You nodded. "Y-Yes, I- I'm afraid it's going to get worse..." You giggled nervously; desperately trying to play it cool, but failing.

He took your hand in his again; gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know this is normal. I-I am nervous, too, but... Please don't worry. You are not alone in this. I'll be there - and I won't ever let go of you."

You took deep breaths; smiling brightly. Now you could say that you were really looking forward towards your wedding. For the first time in centuries.

"T-Thank you. That is really reassuring to know. I-I won't let go either." Loki smiled, "That's good to know, my darling." and leaned in for a delicate, small peck on your lips. It was gentle and barely lasting - but it felt so right. So good.

Before you were able to answer something, his hand slipped from yours as he was passing you by; stepping out of the pavilion and out of your sight.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Your mother said with tears in her eyes. She placed her pointer finger underneath your chin. "It's time for you to enter the next chapter of your life. A lot is going to change, I know - but your whole life was spent preparing you for exactly that moment. You're a strong woman, Y/N. Never doubt that. And Loki is going to be a wonderful husband. He's the perfect match."

By now, you had to fight off the tears as well.

Your mother leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "I'm so proud of you, just like your father. I love you." You smiled; swallowing hard to get rid of the lump in your throat. "Thank you, mama. I love you, too." She gave you a loving, motherly smile and left to sit with the other wedding attendants.

You took a deep breath and with the sounds of the fanfare, you stepped through the golden doors and slowly walked down the red carpet towards Loki - who stood at the altar; dressed in his ceremonial armour, waiting for your arrival.

All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for your prince.

When his eyes landed on you, they widened immediately; his mouth falling agape. He watched how your wedding dress swayed softly with each step you took.

She looks absolutely beautiful, he thought; feeling his heart beating rapidly against his chest.

It was all you needed in that moment.

You walked slowly, gracefully - like you've been taught. It felt like an eternity, until you finally reached him.

Loki immediately stretched out his hands for you to lay yours in his - and you did. The moment you touched, it felt like you could finally breathe normal again. His skin was so soft and warm; giving you the feeling of warmth and comfort. For you, his touch was a safe haven. He was anchoring you; preventing you to get lost in the sea of no-man's-land.

You looked up. His endless blue eyes met yours for the second time - and time seems to stand still around you. In that moment, it was only you and him.

You smiled and finally weren’t afraid anymore of the future. Not if it involved the man right in front of you.

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[gffa]

Over the last week, I decided to go ahead with bookmarking all the fics I've recommended over the years on AO3 since I abide by tumblr poll results always (and man pour one out for all the fic that never made it to AO3 or has since been deleted, sooooo many gems lost to time!) and it was a bit more than the ~3,000 I was expecting:

Hopefully, this will be easier than browsing the hundreds of recs posts I've made, since you can filter for any of the author's tags now! These are mostly focused on Star Wars and DC fandom, but I did my time in the anime mines and occasional tours through some TV fandoms or movies. You can dig into everything unfiltered and start your own filtering, or the bigger fandoms you'll find:

MAJOR FANDOMS: Each of these should have 100+ at minimum and, in the case of Star Wars, literally almost half of them are in that fandom. Look, Star Wars fandom might be a trash fire in a lot of ways, but it is ON FIRE with some good fic. (Older bookmarks not guaranteed to match my current sentiments, especially re: the Jedi, but they did catch my fancy at that point in time!)

STAR WARS: - All Star Wars -OR- All Star Wars minus the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship - OR- Nothing BUT Obi-Wan/Anakin

BATMAN/DC: - DC can sometimes be tricky, but you can do a Batman* search and get most of them (though, sometimes Nightwing* or Young Justice* or Superman* will catch some of the others). Honestly, though, you might want to just do a search for what character or dynamic you like and have fun from there, because otherwise you're getting a face full of my Dick Grayson Is The Center Of The Universe And I'm Making That Everyone Else's Problem agenda. ;)

MARVEL/MCU: - Marvel* will probably get most of the various properties, though you may want to filter for Defenders* or Guardians of the Galaxy* if you're interested -OR- Marvel* without the Thor/Loki - These focus a lot on the Thor* fandom if you want to witness the results of like 8 years of constant voracious reading in that fandom (Minus the ship), because, seriously, I read a LOT of Odinson family fic. - Bonus, just do a search for Maximoff* to find some really good X-Men: First Class-verse because, listen, I have been ALL ABOUT the Maximoff twins since long before the movies or MCU brought them over and I will DIE ON THE HILL of "Marvel, make Magneto their bio-dad again or I'm never reading another comic of yours ever".

TOLKIEN/LORD OF THE RINGS/SILMARILLION/HOBBIT: - Tolkien* -OR- Hobbit* -OR- Lord of the Rings* searches will turn up most of my Elf-hunting, I primarily focus on the Sindar Elves, but look I can't resist my problematic Feanorian faves or that I will die on the hill that Fingolfin is the best ever. (You have NO IDEA how sad I am that so much fic on Stories of Arda or FFNET is not easily bookmarked on AO3, sob. I externally bookmarked a few of the bigger ones, but sooo many shorter faves are missing from my recs tag.)

CLAMP: - X/Tokyo Babylon legitimately bums me out because it's not a huge fandom and yet so much of what was written was pre-AO3 and lost when CLAMPesque went down or was never brought over from Livejournal, yet this fandom (well, the Seishirou/Subaru pairing) still burns brightly in my heart.

MINOR FANDOMS: Ones that probably only have under 100 bookmarks (often around the 20-30 bookmarks range), but will at least give you a place to start! ANIME/MANGA: Bleach | Cardcaptor Sakura | Dragonball | Finder no Hyouteki/Viewfinder | Katekyou Hitman Reborn! | Kuroko no Basuke | One Piece | Sailor Moon | Madoka Magica | Naruto | Princess Tutu | Trigun | Weiss Kreuz | Yuri!!! on Ice

BOOKS: Chrestomanci | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

DRAMAS: Nirvana in Fire | The Untamed -OR- Modao Zu Shi

TV SHOWS/MOVIES: Community | Game of Thrones -OR- ASOIAF | Good Omens | Hannibal | Highlander | The Old Guard | Our Flag Means Death | Stranger Things

VIDEO GAMES: Dragon Age: Inquisition | Final Fantasy 8 | Genshin Impact | Okami

BANDS: Arashi

All right, whew, that was actually a fun project, despite how much work it was to hunt down a lot of older faves to see if they were on AO3, hopefully you'll find this useful!

#lumi.txt #fic recs #star wars fic recs #batman fic recs

[the-desilittle-bird]

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Beloved Sister (Platonic! Also, Aegon x Reader)

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You Love Me Right?

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Peculiar Thing

Doctor Stephen Strange

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Broken Beings

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Something New

Carlisle Cullen

Marry Me

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The Kiss of the Dark

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Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

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Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

Aleksander Morovoza

Nikolai Lantsov

Robert Downey Jr.

Chris Evans

Is Air Conditioner Working?

Tom Hiddleston

Beautiful yet Broken Doll

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Indian Dinner

Robert Pattinson

Rami Malek

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Mistakes Are Common

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[havensins]

@ masterlist.

navigation.

━━ fics & whathaveyou.

tony stark.

tony stark & intern!reader

tony stark x jealous!m!reader

steve rogers.

steve rogers pwp

steve’s first time being submissive

steve rogers x poc!reader headcanons

steve rogers x m!reader (enemies? to lovers)

bucky barnes.

soft sub!bucky x dom!reader

sub!bucky x dom!reader

stephen strange.

stephen strange & m!reader headcanons

bratty!stephen strange x dom!reader

thor odinson

sub!thor x m!reader

thor x dom!m!reader (personal favorite)

peter parker

peter parker x symbiote!m!reader

misc.

bruce wayne x m!reader cafe au

lucifer morningstar x male reader

━━ drabbles & whatnot.

tony stark.

tony trying to dom / powerbottom

breeding w/ tony

fingering ftm!tony in public

thigh riding with bratty ftm!tony

exhibitionism and public indecency with tony

pillow princess tony

tony surprising you with lingerie

steve rogers.

fucking steve dumb

free use & steve (mentions of avengers x steve)

sentimental sex with steve

1940s soldier!steve

pre-serum steve with a praise kink

dumbification with pre-serum steve

exhibitionist steve

oral with pre-serum steve, bucky watches

fucking steve’s pecs + feminization

breeding and degrading steve

hair pulling with bratty!steve

bucky barnes.

bucky + comfort sex

oral with ftmbucky

overstimulating bucky after a nightmare

jealousy and ftm!bucky (personal favorite)

somnophilia & dub-con with bucky

steven grant + marc spector.

insecure ftm!steve grant

ftm!steven grant

more ftm steven

thigh fucking marc spector

face sitting with ftm!steven

stephen strange.

bratty ftm stephen

incubus? reader & stephen strange.

thor odinson.

submissive thor

ftm thor

needy thor wanting your attention

free use & thor

loki laufeyson.

pillow princess ftm loki, extremely mild

loki cumming from having his hair pulled

ftm loki riding you & squirting

thigh riding with ftm bratty loki

sam wilson.

rimming sam wilson

sam wilson + captain kink & praise kink

peter parker.

pushing peter to his limits with overstim

choking peter parker

rimming peter parker

teasing & fingering ftm!peter parker

eating out ftm!peter

peter wanting you to take aggression out on him

exhibitionism? with peter

ftm!peter with a size kink

cockwarming, dumbification, daddy kink, and feminization with peter

jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear

wanda maximoff.

making wanda touch herself as punishment

miguel o’hara.

exhibitionism & breeding with miguel

miguel who goes into subspace when praised

sub miguel with overstim, praise kink, & biting

breeding ftm miguel

giving miguel head while he’s at hq

enemies to casual hookups with miguel

miguel riding you

hobie brown.

fucking hobie dumb

misc / multi character.

bucky & miguel for your birthday

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Does It Get Easier? To withstand shame

Loki x reader/unnamed ofc Mini Series warnings: Miscarriage in chapter 3, Loki's suicide attempt at the end of Thor. Master List Chapter 2 AN: This is a series of drabbles, all connected. You can read this as either a reader insert or a unnamed OFC. Summary: A series of snap shots looking at difficult moments in Loki's life with his significant other, daughter of a blacksmith. At each moment she is faced with the question of if things will get easier or if it is worth it to continue loving Loki.

Does it get easier? To withstand shame

“What’s wrong, Love?” His voice was soft and smooth, much like the blankets that surrounded them. 

“Nothing.” Nuzzling deeper into his arms and the sea of blankets, she tried to disappear.

“Clearly something,” Loki ran his fingers lightly down her bare back, tracing the line of her spine idly.

“It’s unimportant.” Running her hand up his chest, she cupped his cheek and attempted to draw his lips to hers.

“If it’s bothering you, it clearly is not unimportant.” Loki’s hand rested on hers and his head held firm. “Speak, Dearheart.” 

“I cherish our time together, that’s all.”

“As do I,” Loki’s blue eyes bore down into her. “Why does that have you crestfallen?” 

“This surely cannot last forever.” The words were whispered.

Loki was gentle and kind, most of the time. He was quick to anger, calculating and manipulating as well. All of that was further complicated by his simple joy in manipulating people and situations just to see if he could.

He was Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard.

She was nothing more than a blacksmith’s daughter.

“Whom has told you that?” Loki shifted, moving onto his side and holding her to him.

“It’s obvious.” She shrugged. “Everyone reminds me but no one has to. You’re destined to marry a Princess or a Queen, someone worth of you.”

“You’re worthy.” 

“You’re the only one who thinks that.” She laughed though she wanted nothing more than to hide her face and cry. The past three months had been the best of her life but she knew from the start, Loki’s entanglements tended to last no more than a handful of weeks.

She hadn’t ment to fall in love with him. 

“I’m the only one who decides whom is worthy of my time.” His fingers ran up her bare arm, danced down her side under the blanket and settled against her hip. “I am the only one who decides whom I love.”

“Love?” 

“Did you not notice?” Loki chuckled. “I’d not keep anyone around for this long if I didn’t.”

“I thought it was just me who fell in love.” 

He kissed her, sweet and lingering. It held the purity of their youth, unscared by battles and challenges that life brings. 

“Does it get easier?” She asked as their lips pulled a hair’s breath apart, “Do you think?” 

“It will, as long as we’re together.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3 Tag List: I nuked my tag lists since I've been gone for a hot minute (Or more like 3 years...) If you want to be tagged in future chapters, in all Loki works or ALL works in the future let me know.

#Loki x reader #loki x ofc #loki x oc #loki x original character #loki x original female character #loki x y/n #loki x you

[vampirefreakism]

The Blue Princess (Chapter 7)

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

Warnings: some suggestive content

Word count: 3.2k

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

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

“Hey, what are you looking for?”

Luna turned around and met Bucky’s bright eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’re you watching?” Bucky asked.

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

“She’s not going anywhere.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No kidding!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? Like what?”

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

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

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

“What other ones? I’m curious now.”

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

“Can I guess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine. Humans are nosey,” Nebula chastised.

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

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

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

“What are you all doing over there?”

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

“Mm.” Nebula sighed quietly.

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

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

Bucky blinked. “You don’t know?”

“Mm-mm,” Nebula hummed.

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

“I don’t forgive my father either.”

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

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

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

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

“Ok,” Nebula answered.

“Really?”

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

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

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

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**SNEAK PEEK FOR CHAPTER 15!**

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

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Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

Loki nearly destroyed the doors to Thor’s apartment when he burst in. “My sentry says this is incredibly urgent, so make it quick,” he demanded. “I have a headache from my…excursion.” 

“Close the door,” Thor commanded, his voice eerily subtle and low in volume. 

“Is it our father?” Loki asked, shutting the door and staying put. “Has he fallen into an unexpected Odinsleep?”

“No,” said Thor, going to his buffet table and picking up a goblet of wine, holding it out. “You may want to drink this first.”

Loki grunted. “I have no patience this evening, brother!” he said, briskly strutting up to Thor, grabbing the goblet, and tossing it to the side, sending red liquid spilling all over the floor. “I did not come here to make toasts!”

“It’s Y/N.”

The Snake Prince’s aggressive demeanor instantly softened. “Is she well?”

“She carries your child, Loki. It appears you are to be a father.” 

The younger Prince didn’t move, twitch, blink, or breath as the words took several seconds to sink in. 

“...no,” was all he could mutter, quiet and incredulous. 

“Yes,” replied Thor. “It is the truth. We uncovered it three days ago.” 

Loki shook his head and could only repeat his ‘no’ from before. The day he'd left for the lodge with Princess Ase, the very hour he'd left, you'd learned of your condition, and had probably needed him more than ever.

“Loki, my brother! Do you not hear me??” Thor asked, grabbing his brother’s shoulders and shaking him (less than gently). “Are you under a spell?”

“It seems so,” Loki replied in a whisper. “Where is she now?”

“The garden, of course,” Thor answered. “No one knows aside from myself, Stieg, and the maid who first noticed her illness. The maid is a friend of Stieg, and she has been sufficiently bribed into silence.”

The younger Odinson shook his head, still trying to fight his denial. “I’ve…I’ve killed her, Thor."

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Special Guest - Thor x Wife!Reader

You are married with Thor almost 6 years, you two met in Asgard, you were a daughter of Frigga's maid, so you growed up with two princes Thor and Loki.

You gave birth to a daughter Astrid, she has Thor's blonde hair and blue eyes, she is a adorable little girl, Thor loves spoiling his little princess and play with her, it was cute to see your adorable husband and daughter together.

When Astrid started to go to school, Thor was against it, he says that he could teach her by himself, even teach her to fight, so she can be a great warrior like him.

Everytime when Astrid was at school, Thor would act like a sad puppy, missing his daughter. And when you're going to get Astrid home, he would pick Astrid up and gave her a bone crushing hug while spinning around.

One day when you got Astrid from school, she told you and Thor that her teacher and her classmates would love to see Thor and learn something about the battles and Avengers, when Thor heared that, his blue eyes sparkled and agree.

So the next day Thor woke her up early than before, and helped her put some things to her bag and helped her to get dressed in as Asgardian warrior as him, it was adorable to see Thor being exited to spend more time with his little princess.

You helped to fix Thor's cape, as he chuckled and kissed your forehead "Thank you Sæta" you giggled and kissed Thor's cheek "Don't you dare break something in there Thor" Thor chuckled and when Astrid was ready, he picked her up in his arm.

"Ready little princess?" he asked his little daughter, she giggled and nodded "Yes Daddy!", then when you three got there, Astrid's classmates were exited to see Thor, as some of them played with his cape, Thor smiled at that.

Astrid's teacher Ms. Angelina Humber smiled and then starts to talk "Okay class, today we have a special guest, God of Thunder, one of the Avengers, Astrid's father, Mr. Thor Odinson" Astrid, as a good student and daughter got some drawings on the board ready.

"I hope you are nice to my daughter kids" Thor chuckled, Astrid's classmates nodded and some of them say "Yes Thor", you smiled and recorded it.

"As you heared from your teacher, I'm a god of thunder and an Avenger, little princess, will you be a good daughter and get me something to point?" Astrid giggled and nodded, then she picked a ruler and hand it to Thor "Thank you darling" Thor smiled.

You smiled as your husband told Astrid's classmates something about some of his famous battles, being an Avenger and a father of Astrid, and he even let them to touch his Mjolnir, it was adorable.

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Beauty And The Beast - Loki Odinson X Female Reader

Title: Once Upon A Time...

Loki Odinson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bruce, Tony, Amora (Mentioned), Thor (Mentioned), Odin (Mentioned), and other people (Mentioned)

Beauty And The Beast Retelling Fanfic

| You Are Here | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10 | Chap 11 | Chap 12 | Chap 13 | Chap 14 | Chap 15 | Chap 16 END |

WC: 753

Warnings: Mention of beer and pubs, Odin sucks, mention of mean Loki, depression mentioned, old social standards for women, annoying Tony, slight angst, and fluff

Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of Asgard... A handsome young prince... Lived in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything his heart desired... (except his father’s love), the prince was selfish and unkind. While his brother Thor was having fun with his friends, Loki was reading alone. And at Thor’s parties and galas with the most beautiful people, he tried to make himself unnoticeable. Watching the ones around him and silently judging them all.

Then one night... An unexpected intruder arrived at the castle... Seeking shelter from the bitter rainstorm. As a gift, she offered the prince a single rose. Repulsed by her haggard appearance... Loki turned the woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found within. When he dismissed her again... The old woman's outward appearance melted away. To reveal... Amora, a beautiful enchantress. Loki cursed at the enchantress, dismissing her once again, not fearing her one bit. The enchantress smirked, she had seen that there was still no love in his heart. (Rightfully so from what Amora did to Loki in the past.) As punishment... She transformed him into a hideous beast. And placed a powerful spell on the castle... And all who lived there. 

As days bled into years... The prince, and his servants were forgotten by the world. For the enchantress had erased all memory of them... From the minds of the people they loved. But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. If he could learn to love another (again)... And earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell... The spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed... He fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast? 

You were enjoying the morning, reading a good book. It was a fantasy novel. One with princes’, magic spells, and dragons. You had read it a million times before, yet your love for it never changed. It was still your favorite book from your local small books store. You let out a happy sigh as the prince confessed his undying love for the princess. It was a personification of romance. And you only wished your life was like it. But, in the small town of Asgard, the possibility was very low. On the very brink of impossible. 

Yet, that didn’t stop you from dreaming. Dreaming of a life of happiness, love; adventure. A life where you were free of the social standards of the world around you. You didn’t want to find a husband just to wait on your hands and knees for them. You didn’t want to have six or seven children with a man who only cared about what you were making for dinner and if there was a good pint of beer around.

You wanted to leave that tiny town, ride off into the sunset, meet a charming and understanding person who loved you for who you were.

“Good morning, Y/N! Wonderful book you have there.” Tony exclaimed, walking up to you as you read on the town’s water fountain.

 “Have you read it?” You asked, confused, glancing up at the man briefly.

“Well, not that one.” Tony spoke, shrugging. “But, you know, books... For your dinner table. Shall I join you this evening?” Tony continues, smirking lightly. 

“Sorry, not this evening.” You sighed, getting off of the edge of the town’s water fountain. Tony was the most annoying man in town, always flirting with you and many other women around town. Yet, he flirted with you most of the time. 

“Busy?” Tony asked, as you rolled your eyes.

“No…” You spoke quickly, before leaving Tony behind.

“So, moving on?” Bruce asked Tony, walking up to stand beside the man of iron. 

“No, Bruce. It's the ones who play hard to get that are always the sweetest prey. That's what makes Y/N so appealing. She hasn't made a fool of herself just to gain my favor. What would you call that?” Tony spoke with a smirk  as he watched you walk away to his friend’s house.

“Dignity?” Bruce asked, as Tony sighed.

“It's outrageously attractive, isn't it?” Tony asked in a small whisper.

“Don’t you have a wife and child though?” Bruce asked and Tony gave him a confused face.

“If I did, my dear friend, I would remember.” Tony scoffed, before running off to the pub.

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