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vbecker10 · 6 hours

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Coffee Coffee Coffee

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.

A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy 💚

A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.

You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."

The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.

You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."

"No?" you ask with a smile.

He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.

"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.

"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.

He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.

"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.

"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.

You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.

"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.

"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.

His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"

"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."

He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.

You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."

"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"

You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"

"Y/N," he stops you.

"Only two," you answer.

"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.

You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.

He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."

"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.

Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.

"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.

You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.

He nods, "Of course, darling."

"And coffee?" you ask half joking.

"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.

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stevenssacrab · 2 months

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Do You Hate Me?

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ✧ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ*

Summary: Loki mistakes your nervousness around him for hatred, will Loki find out the reason behind apprehension, or how you really feel about him?

Rating: 17+ slight angst

Warnings: Mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: Apologies for going MIA, I got sick AGAIN but it was even worse the 2nd time around, feeling much better, hope y'all enjoy some Loki fluff

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"I'm just putting in my earrings; I'll be right there!" you answer back, getting one last look in; your hair is pinned back with two strands framing the side of your face perfectly, the back flowing down a bit past your shoulder blades, with rhinestones weaved into the strands for that ethereal look, you're wearing an elegant a-line silhouette sage green dress with pink and green flowers embroidered through the expanse of the dress, it hangs off the shoulders with corset detailing in the torso, the sweetheart neckline showing off your collar bones beautifully, the puffy sleeves hiding your delicate arms, tea length, displaying your beige block heels perfectly, every detail of your outfit is elevating an overall polished chic aura you could feel radiating off you from miles away.

"You look perfect. Don't worry, let's move," Wanda calls out, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the elevator, "Isn't it kind of expected to be late to your own party?" you retorted, crossing your arms defiantly.

"Yes, but over an hour late is just rude. Didn't I raise you better?" Wanda responded calmly, fixing her hair in the elevator's mirrored wall, "Yeah, I know, I know," you replied, running your hands over the dress, smoothing out any wrinkles; you've been to tons of parties; that's not what's making you anxious, Thor promised you he'd bring Loki, or at least attempt to, just the thought of the tall, mysterious man makes your palms sweat, working as a biochemist under Bruce's watch was amazing, working with the brightest minds, on the edge of multiple scientific discoveries but for you what made it all worth it was the people you got to meet, you've met some of the world's bravest people, some avengers some not, after getting to know them, they're just like everyone else, they have their ups and downs, close friends, family, but one avenger captured your attention as soon as he walked into the room, it was hard to miss the standard Loki holds himself to, always remaining composed under stress, but he's charm, that's what's really got you in his grasps, he'd win over anyone with ease.

"We're here," Wanda said excitedly, patting your shoulder assuringly, "He'll be here, don't worry," you press your lips together into a thin line and step off the elevator; you suddenly feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders.

"Hello, Lady Y/N," Thor slurs out, giving you a tight hug; you laugh; he's a couple of drinks in; you look around the room, but Thor cuts you off. "He's not here yet," he says sullenly, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze; "Come, Lady Natasha has been looking for you," he grabs your hand and pulls.

"You're here!" Natasha excitedly squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around you, "So, where is the lucky fellow?" she teases, gently nudging you with her elbow; she was the first person you told about your feelings for Loki, but she already knew before you even said anything, according to her you can't hide your emotions well, seems like everyone knows how you feel about Loki except for himself, you still don't know if it's for the better or not.

"He's not here yet," you say sadly, but quickly smile; it is your birthday after all; you're not going to let one person determine if you have a good time or not; with your mood having shifted, you motion the bartender over, "three vodka shots please," you asked politely, you've decided, Loki or not, it's going to be a good night.

You walk out of the bathroom, water bottle in hand, open it, and gulp it down, "Not drinking on your big day?" you hear that delectable English accent, and you already know who it is before you've even turned around.

"No, just taking a break," you laugh nervously, shifting your weight. Loki steps closer slowly; you watch him carefully with doe eyes; he grabs your wrist, gasping at the contact, he pulls you into a warm hug; you sigh contentedly and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent, a delicious musk, Loki pulls away after what feels like only a second. Loki glides his hand down your arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps; he captures your hand and lightly kisses it. "Happy Birthday, Lady Y/N," he says smoothly; you giggle giddily, your cheeks heating up quickly.

"Thank you," you say shyly, gently pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks, "have you been here long?" you ask, tucking the pieces of hair behind your ear, "No, I just got here,” he says coolly, still holding your hand, he gently runs his thumb across your knuckles, you’re trying your best to remain composed, but every fiber of your being is firing off right now.

“Are you alright, dear?” He brings his hand to your hot cheeks. “Y/N, you’re burning up; let’s step outside for a minute,” not waiting for your response, he whisked you away, not that you’d be able to respond; you were still processing how perfectly his hand fit in yours, to your relief you feel the cool air hit your warm face, you breathe a sigh of relief, you didn’t realize how much you needed this, Loki leads you away from the music and chattering, to a calm and quiet place, with a view of the city.

“This is much better,” he uttered; he turned to you, taking in your dress, how perfectly it fits you, the sage green complimenting your complexion magnificently, “you look beautiful,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it, your heart skips a beat, this unfathomably gorgeous soul called you beautiful.

“Th-thank you,” you respond, eyes looking at the floor; you know if you meet his eyes, you may explode, “you know this has to be the longest conversation we’ve had; you always seem in a hurry to get away from me,” he admits, laughing nervously, playing with his fingers “did I do something wrong?” He asks, his hurt eyes searching yours for answers; you hadn’t even thought about how your behavior has been affecting him; you’ve been so worried he’d find out your feelings that you’ve cut every conversation short, kept your answer one-worded, all to protect yourself, to protect the scared little girl who’s afraid of rejection. Most of all, to protect your heart from the inevitable disappointment, your heart breaks a little; you had no intention to hurt Loki, to make him think you don’t like him, or worse, hate him.

“No, you didn’t do anything I-“You stop yourself before you can say it; you don’t know if you can go past this point.

“Then what is it? I keep racking my brain, wondering if I’ve done something to upset you or make you hate me, but nothing, please, just tell me why,” he said sorrowfully, inching closer to you.

“Loki, I don’t hate you, I just-“ you uttered, “I just don’t know how to act around you; you are so kind and compassionate, and I just didn’t want you to find out how I feel about you,” you babbled out, “ and I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I couldn’t live with myself if you thought I hated you, and I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, I just needed to tell you because I-“ Loki cuts you off with a tender kiss, his hands caressing either side of your face, you melt into his touch, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hands in his hair, playing with the long silk strands, you don’t want this moment to end, he sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, you pull away to breathe, Loki rests his head against yours, and you both stay there, listening to each others breathing, playing with each other's fingers.

“I could never hate you, Loki,” you confess; Loki chuckles lightly, interlocking your hands together, “you know I always wondered why you always seemed so nervous around me,” he smirks playfully, “shut up, I wasn’t that nervous,” you laughed, playfully smacking his arm, “no? I seem to recall you tripping over yourself in your hurry to get away from me," Loki snickered; you doubled forward in a fit of laughter.

"Okay, maybe I was a little bit nervous," you smiled broadly, "Maybe just a little," Loki teased, pulling you in front of him and hugging you from behind; you sighed and leaned against him, both of you swaying in the cool breeze, relishing in the feeling of bliss that buzzes throughout yours and Loki's body, it's been a pretty good birthday party.

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latent-thoughts · 2 months

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Ravished by a God - Chapter 37

ummary: When a God decides to chase you, what do you do?

You’re Tony Stark’s employee, living in the famed Stark Tower. One day, you get cornered by the notorious God of Mischief and have a very revealing experience about your own kinks. Hence begins your clandestine dance with Loki, who is all too keen to claim you as his and show you all the forbidden pleasures he has to offer.

However, your kinky dance with him is not the only concern you have. Something murky is brewing within SHIELD, and Tony Stark specifically wants you to find the root of it. What can a mere human do when caught between superheroes, gods and a deviant government? You’re about to find out.

[WARNING: This work contains NSFW explicit and taboo sexual themes like noncon/dubcon, BDSM, spanking, etc. It is strictly 18+. Reader discretion is advised. Consume your media wisely.]

Pairing: Loki/Reader

The next morning, you woke up to the sensations of intense sexual pleasure (and some soreness too). As you got your bearings, you realized that Loki had insinuated his head between your legs, and his mouth and tongue were working hard on you.

“Oh…” Immediately, your heart stuttered a beat and began to race. “I like this wake up call.”

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gttoomh · 6 months

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No More Distractions Part 2

Alright, here we go. I made a part 2. Honestly, this didn't end up going where I thought it would, but I'm not mad about it.

Let me know if you guys would be interested in part 3. I'm not sure where I'd go from here, so drop some ideas too. Lol.

Part 1

Agent Hill doesn’t take long to find me on the street. I have no doubt there’s some sort of tracking device on me. Shield provided everything I’m wearing, so it only seems natural. She gives me a disapproving look before cuffing my hands in front of me and leading me back to the jet. I smile the whole way there, not bothered that my actions could label me a traitor. I take my seat in the jet, leaning my head back against the wall, and close my eyes as I replay the last few hours in my head. It’s not until I hear the cocky tone of Tony Starks voice that I open them again. Scanning the group, I almost snort as my eyes land on a detained Loki, and a wide grin spreads across my face.

“Well, well, well. You know, if you wanted to see me again, all you had to do was ask. There was no reason to go and get yourself arrested.”

He scoffs at me, sending a sharp glare, but there’s amusement in his tone as he sits beside me.

“Silence yourself, pet.”

I snicker, crossing my legs, and purse my lips in a small smile.

“Yes sir.”

The rest of the so-called Avengers load onto the bus, Natasha taking the driver's seat as the others linger nearby, keeping an eye on the two of us. The first thirty minutes of the flight go by quickly. Stark and Rogers continue to send glances our way, muttering amongst themselves. I’m sure they’re gossiping, but I’m more focused on the god sitting next to me than them. He seems lost in thought, and I reach out with my mind, poking at his to see if he’ll let me in. He sends a glance my way, a small, almost unnoticeable quirk on his lips, before he pushes me out. I pout softly, huffing as I scrunch my nose. My tantrum is short-lived. In the next moment, a bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, making me jump. I quickly turn to Loki, sharing a look with him before I bubble out a laugh.

“Oh, absolutely not. I’m moving to the other side of the jet. Good luck with that.”

He scowls at me, trying to grab onto my clothes to keep me from leaving, but misses me as I dart my way across the aisle. Stark and Rogers turn their attention to us, and the captain stares at my patron closely.

“What’s the matter? Scared of a little lightning.”

I almost cackle loudly, grinning at the god as he shifts uncomfortably; the two of us already know what’s coming.

“I’m not overly fond of what follows.”

I hum in amusement, shaking my head and wrapping my arms around the seat harness.

“You boys may want to hold on.”

The jet shakes violently as something lands on top of it. Stark puts on his mask, moving to the hatch, and opening it. The wind whips through the jet, and It only takes a second before a blonde man falls onto the opened door. The next moments are a blur. Before I know it, Loki is being ripped from his seat and practically thrown from the jet. Stark steps up to the door, Rogers not far behind him.

“Stark, we need a plan of attack!”

The man hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the captain.

“I have a plan. Attack.”

I blink as he flies off, disbelief on my face.

“Well, he really is a great team player, isn’t he.”

Rogers sighs heavily, glancing in my direction before pulling on a parachute. Natasha looks back at him from her seat, getting ready to turn the jet around to land.

“I’d sit this one out, cap. These guys come from legend. They’re basically gods.”

Steve grabs his shield, turning to walk towards the open hatch.

“There’s only one god, ma’am. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”

He doesn’t hesitate, jumping from the jet in the next second. I frown, annoyed at how he practically discounted my religion and many others.

“That’s rude. I hope his chute messes up, and he hits a few trees on the way down.”

I hear Natasha chuckle from the front, and my ego gets a little boost from making her laugh.

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It takes around thirty minutes for the three men to come crawling back with Loki in tow. They all look a little worse for wear, but I chuckle at Loki’s appearance. His clothes and hair are disheveled, with sticks and leaves sticking to him.

“Welcome back, dear. Did you enjoy your camping trip? I hope you had a nice boy's night out.”

He glares at me, huffing as he sits beside me again.

“Enough of your taunting, pet.”

I hum in amusement but say nothing else, instead using the rest of the trip to pick the bits and pieces from his hair and clothes. Thor gives me a confused look, not expecting his brother to let anyone so close to him, especially a mortal.

“Brother, who is this?”

Loki rolls his eyes, pursing his lips as he pushes my hands away.

“An annoying pest who doesn’t know the meaning of personal space.”

I fake gasp, holding my hand to my heart.

“I’m wounded! And here I was, thinking I’m your favorite devotee. How silly of me.”

The god of mischief hums in agreement, but I feel a reassuring presence in my mind. He’s purposefully being cold to me, not wanting to give the heroes any ammunition to use against him. Thor seems content with the answer and turns his attention elsewhere.

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My head falls back to lean over the chair I’m sitting in, boredom filling my mind. The moment we stepped off the ship, Loki and I were separated. He was escorted to some fancy prison cell while I was to attend the debriefing with the rest of the heroes. Fury was growing increasingly frustrated with me, wanting to know precisely everything that was said after my comm was destroyed. I groan loudly as he presses me for the millionth time.

“I already told you everything that happened!”

Fury clenches his fists, grinding his teeth as he takes a breath.

“We know there's more to it. We have the security footage. Hill, pull it up on the monitor.”

The agent does as she’s told, the moment playing for everyone to see. I see Loki’s scowling face… then a soft look… followed by amusement. I watch as he breaks my comm… and when the two of us move to the dance floor. At this moment, the silence in the room is broken; Thor almost runs up to me with a firm look. He grabs my shoulders, staring at me intently.

“How do you know this dance? Tell me! Did Loki teach it to you?”

I purse my lips, swallowing hard. Of course, he would be the one to recognize it. He’s the only one in the room that would.

“He did. He taught it to me a few years ago now.”

The confession only seems to spur him on, tightening his hold on me.

“Are you aware of the significance of it? Do you understand what it means?”

I wince and can only nod my head in response. Rogers moves quickly, pulling the god away from me.

“what‘s going on? Why is the dance important?”

Thor turns his attention to me, his look urging me to answer the question, and I sigh.

“It’s an Asgardian dance. It tells the story of two people forbidden from being together. That’s why there's never any touching. It signifies the distance between them.”

Thor narrows his eyes, clenching his fists.

“On Asgard, It’s almost only performed between two lovers as a sign of their devotion to one another. Loki would never have taught you the dance if he saw you as a devotee.”

I purse my lip, shifting uncomfortably under the heavy gaze of everyone in the room.

“That is… correct.”

Thor steps closer, looming over me with a dark expression, intent on finding the truth.

“Tell me. What exactly are you to my brother?”

I stare back at him, not flinching despite his attempts at intimidation.

“Alright, fine... I’m his wife.”

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thirsty4villains · 10 months

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Cool Heat | Chapter 3

Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: This chapter will have dubcon/light noncon - please don't read if you are uncomfortable with this. Specifically, Loki has sex with the reader while she is asleep.

Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, more tags to be added

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CHAPTER 3

While you were asleep, you had a pleasant dream. You dreamt of cool, caressing hands on you, a man sliding up to you and spooning you; his chest on your back, his hips lined up to your behind.

You shivered a bit. His skin felt like he had been outside in winter without a jacket, but you allowed him to go on because he knew just where to touch you. His hands traveled underneath your shirt, gliding fingers up your stomach and then to your breasts. He captured them in his hands, kneading them with his cold digits. The added sensation of the low temperature when he pinched your nipples made you gasp, simultaneously wanting to flinch from the cold but pressing into him even more.

One of the hands moved to your thighs, causing another shiver. Then the man’s hands slid upward, stroking you through your underwear. After a few, deliberate strokes he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and began to tug them down your legs. When those were disposed of, his fingers came back and coated themselves in your wetness. You shivered and bucked at the very sensitive contact in your private areas. It was cold down there, ice cold; nowhere so sensitive should be exposed to such low temperatures like these, and yet it felt so good.

He thumbed at your clit lazily, lining up his cold, hard cock with your vulva. It wasn’t as cold as his fingers, surprisingly. But what did surprise you was how big he was. He rubbed himself between your legs, then he grunted, and suddenly entered you with one swift motion. You moaned in shock at the motion, at how big he was, and the frigid feeling inside of you. It instantly made you clench around him, eliciting a guttural groan from your silent lover and he began to move desperately inside you. He moved his hands: one held your hips in place, fingernails lightly digging into your skin; the other snaked underneath your torso to grasp your breasts.

With every thrust the man grunted, like he was angry, or maybe trying to concentrate – but why? Sometimes he would dig his nails into your hips more before instantly correcting his grip to lighten again. It’s like he was holding back, trying to maintain control. The only thing he didn’t have as much control over was himself inside you. He didn’t start slowly; when he entered you he almost immediately began to pump quickly. But that was okay, you loved it, you loved how cold and big he was inside you. The shivers weren’t just chills anymore. And thankfully, despite his cold skin, the movement of sex helped to keep you from freezing over.

You also loved how vocal he was. He grunted and sighed as he took your pleasure, gripping and ungripping your hips in this dance between feral and controlled. Why did he hold back? Couldn’t he tell how much you were loving this? You wanted him to be a wild animal inside of you, to come and claim you while you’re asleep.

Asleep.

You’re asleep.

This dream seems awfully real.

You slowly opened your eyes to the darkness of the night.

A grunt behind you, cold fingernails on your hips. You were being moved. You were being fucked.

Out of surprise, you sat up, propping yourself up with your arm.

“Loki?! Is that you?!”

Instantly, he retracted himself from you. His fingers, his cock. He scrambled quickly off the bed and to his feet.

His voice spoke through the dark. “I have no excuse, I have no idea what came over me. It wasn’t right… I shouldn’t be…”

You pulled the chain on the nightstand lamp. Warm, yellow light filled the room and you turned to see Loki standing next to your bed. He was still blue and completely erect. His cock was a slightly darker blue than the rest of him, and the head a deep purple. Something inside you stirred.

Also, a new development since you last saw him a few hours ago. He had horns. Not his golden helmet horns but actual horns growing from his head. They were about six inches long, ridged, and twisted at the ends.

“Loki, what’s going on?”

“It’s becoming worse. My head burst into incredible pains, and when I went to look at myself in the mirror I saw these,” he said, pointing to the horns. “That was two hours ago, and since my libido has increased dramatically. Then I remembered your proposition… I came here to ask, but you were asleep.”

He was even worse than before. He seemed worried and nervous, but also his brow was furrowed in anger.

“I tried to leave. I tried to turn around and just ask you in the morning, but your skin looked so soft – and whatever hair products you use, I could smell them. My senses are on overdrive. I completely lost control of myself.”

“Loki –”

“I am a monster…” he said, looking at his hands in disgust.

“Loki, hey –”

“Odin was right.”

“Loki! I’m talking to you!” you shouted.

He looked up instantly, dropping his hands and shutting his mouth.

“I’m not mad at you, okay?” you continued. “Pretty shocked and surprised, but you’re obviously not doing okay right now. You’re not thinking straight, you’re angry and irritable, I’d say you’re the equivalent to an animal in heat. Sorry, I don’t mean to compare you to an animal by the way. My point is, I forgive you.”

“Why?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Like I said, you’re not yourself right now. I’ve never seen you like this. And obviously I don’t really know you, but this is not you. Besides… I offered.”

He nodded. His shoulders untensed and his expression relaxed slightly.

“I think I should go back to Asgard. I need a healer. I need help, dignity or no.”

“Why?” You said.

“Because what if I hurt someone? I took advantage of you.”

“Hey, listen to me. You said that the only cure for this is to have sex, right?”

“Yes.”

“How is an Asgardian healer going to help you other than stripping naked? You’re obviously going crazy. You need intercourse. My proposition still stands, Loki. You can have sex with me.”

“No, out of the question,” he said angrily.

“What do you mean out of the question? Five minutes ago you were just fucking me in my sleep.”

He curled his fingers into fists. “Fair point. But I am warning you of the dangers.”

“I know about the dangers, you’ve told me like six times. How many times do I have to tell you? I want you to fuck me!”

Loki whipped his head back, blinking. “What do you mean you want me to..?”

The blushing came back again. Was he not as smart as you thought, or was he just really stupid in this state? He was thinking with his other head, after all.

“You think you’re a monster, or that’s what Asgard led you to believe about the Jotuns. But believe me when I say you look like a sexy demon man from any Earth woman’s fantasies.”

You cringed a bit when you said it, but it was true.

The god was still processing the turn in the conversation. “You… are attracted to this form?”

“That, and also just the animalistic nature of you. I’m sorry you’re suffering and you’re confused and angry, but all of it is immensely attractive. I’ll even admit, I liked when you were inside me while I was asleep.”

Loki was completely stunned. He searched your face, perhaps for a hint of facetiousness or deception. After a moment, he spoke again.

“I don’t understand, but I am tired of feeling like this, and if you’re offering.”

I literally offered like ten times, you thought, but refrained saying it aloud.

“...then brace yourself,” Loki continued, and his tone, and the air around him grew very dark.

Something within you tingled; anticipation, fear, both?

Then Loki swooped in upon you, grasping your wrists and pinning you on the bed. As you spoke before he had grown softer, but in the instant he took your consent to use you as he pleased his cock grew fully erect again.

“Move your legs,” he demanded.

You shuddered, his red eyes boring into yours as he demanded your womanhood of you. You parted your legs for him.

“Are you still wet?” Loki asked.

“Y – yes.”

“Good.”

With that, he thrusted his cock into you, sheathing himself in one push. All the while still holding your wrists above your head to the mattress.

You shrieked, both out of shock of his girth and the coldness of it, and out of excitement. Loki’s eyelids fluttered close as you adjusted to him and moved quickly, pounding at you right away.

“I’ve been craving a woman to bed for days. Nay, nearly two weeks. And it has been maddening.”

He spoke like a crazed man, one who had been denied something that belonged to him. And underneath him, bound to your bed with his cock between your legs, you were completely at his mercy. As he moved atop you, his cock stretched you, filling you to your brim. After his declaration, he said little in the way of words – the only sounds coming from his lips were grunts and groans like an animal in heat.

Before, when he was inside of you while asleep, he held back, trying not to dig his claws into you. He relinquished much of this control now. His grip upon your wrists were like iron shackles and he moved inside you hurriedly and desperately. You had little in the way of movement, the only thing you could do was arch your back into him as he sent waves of pleasure through you.

This was so much better than a dream.

You barely knew this man, speaking usually just a few sentences to him in the six months that you knew him. He was an asshole; rude, had a skyscraper tall superiority complex, a smartass. Apart from the charming accent and the cheekbones there wasn’t much you liked about him because he gave no reason for you to. So, how in the world did you get tangled up with him so quickly with this Jotun mess that he was bedding you? Obviously your judgment right now could use a bit of work, but that was a problem for later. Currently, the only thing you were worried about was being too loud for fear of waking the Avengers. There definitely had to be some kind of rule you were breaking regarding having sexual relations with the guy who tried to conquer the Earth.

Then you remembered. Wait, the Avengers aren’t here right now. They were on a mission, somewhere miles and miles away.

Loki then moved to hold both of your wrists underneath one hand and moved his other one to touch your clit. Then he thrust into you, hard.

You saw stars, and screamed underneath his touch. Your legs quivered underneath him as he delivered your pleasure.

“You like that, hmm?” He asked as he impaled you with his cock, rubbing your clit in circles just the way you like it. “Good, my little whore. Scream as I fuck you.”

After he said so, you opened your eyes to see his bright scarlet ones glowing through the dim light in the room. They were a flame in the night, igniting your own flame within. And atop his head the warm light of the lamp lit up his blue, twisting horns. You recalled the first time you saw him like this; with the horns now, he really was a devil. Or, more aptly, an incubus in the way he managed to bewitch you.

You wrapped your legs around him, hooking your ankles together to allow him a deeper angle. He groaned approvingly as he pushed himself in even more. Wet noises and moans of pure pleasure filled the room as Loki, the god who tried to enslave your planet, claimed your pussy for his own. So much better than a dream.

He drove even faster into you, removing his hands from your wrist and clit to either side of your head as he submitted to his own pleasure, focusing purely on the release he denied himself for days. His grunts filled your ears and his hips aggressively undulated into you. You began to see stars again, you growing wetter and wetter as you allowed him to take all of you. Underneath the blue god of mischief, you moaned his name as he fucked you again and again. He seemed to relish in that, a slight smile upon his face as you called the name of your god. Then, finally he snapped his hips into you, shouting into the darkness the declaration of his climax. Cool ropes of cum filled you, and with his final thrusts, you were lost too. Your walls clenched around Loki’s thick, cool cock and you screamed, reaching the peak of your orgasm with him. Waves upon waves of pleasure flooded from your cunt through your body.

When you came down from your highs both of you breathed hard. In fact, it was so good and tiring that there was a moment you thought you could have passed out. Loki’s full weight was on top of your chest, his cock expelling the last of his seed as he recuperated from the act. His breaths were cold on your face.

When he regained his strength, he pulled out from you and rolled over next to you on the bed.

“You have no idea how much I needed that. I feared I was losing my mind.”

“No – no problem,” you responded, still catching your breath and coming back down to Earth.

“I’m hoping after this that this foolishness is all over now,” he gestured to his horns as he said it. “The texts said these periods of heat come and go quickly.”

“Hopefully, yeah,” you agreed.

He magicked himself some clothes back on. “Anyway, it’s late and we both need sleep. Good night.”

“Good night,” you said.

You watched him as he left the guest room, closing the door behind him. His footsteps retreated back down the hall toward his own room.

You pulled the covers over your body. Not a minute passed and you were fast asleep.

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Coming soon...

A cursed touch has left you lonely since childhood, doomed to kill anything you lay a hand on...

After decades hiding in the crowd, S.H.I.E.L.D. has come to destroy you...

...until the God of Tricks himself stands up for your life.

Spiriting you away to a small village where you can explore and tame your powers, you are given one year with your new teacher, Loki of Asgard, to prove your worth, knowing both of you will die if you fail.

With your lives on the line, there is no time for fear or for love, but as you grow closer to your tutor, you and Loki are both forced to confront what it really means to be alive, even if it entails sacrificing everything for one fleeting moment of happiness...

Don't Fear the Reaper- a Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Story (Based on THIS ONE-SHOT)

*MASTERLIST COMING SOON!* This WILL be smutty, so MINORS DNI!

Please comment/reblog/DM me if you wish to be added to the taglist for this one! I'm tagging a few mutual regulars to get the party going, but if this isn't your thing, that's totally fine!

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warm-love-darkness · 3 months

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You couldn't stare breathlessly at Loki's confident face while he fucks you or you'll cum .

Loki:" Look at yourself... so messy and pathetic. *laughs sinfully* Stare into my eyes I'm a God don't mock me."

Every thrust has you babbling into incoherent banter. His shaft swollen and ice cold. Your slit warmed his ego and all you felt was blissful insanity. You won't give in even if your pussy clenches from exhaustion. He squeezes your face and softly pushes his lips against yours . Tongue fucking your mouth. Slipping into a form of defeat.

Loki: " Relax ..I know.. you can take all of me."

Your thighs are shaking so much.Your hands grip into his waist holding yourself up. As you feel your pussy moist & ache helplessly

Loki: " You're doing so good, don't give in yet."

𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘

#loki gif #Loki x reader #Loki monster #Loki x smut #Loki smut #Loki romance #Wet dreams #Loki sexy #villain x reader #villain romance #God of Mischief #Avengers smut #fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki series #tom hiddleston

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mastreworld · 6 months

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Inspiration for my fellow Loki writers.

#loki #loki romance #ai art #ai art positivity #nightcafe #mastre art #op

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kierarhawke · 2 months

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Songfic Tag Game

Thank you, @kcwriter-blog for tagging me in this. 🥰 I have playlists for a number of my stories, so picking one song will be hard, but I'll do my best. 👀 I'm not going to do all my stories, but just a few of my favorites for now, since I've only got a few WIPs posted, along with one completed. 😊

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

The Halla's Heart: The story of Kirsi, the icy elven mage who appeared and guided the young Inquisitor, becoming Solas' beloved. And his heart.

Lady of the Fade: A very special Cullenmance... A Herald drunk on power. An Inquisition losing faith. Hope disappearing into darkness. When the Fade is disturbed, its Lady awakes. When despair strikes the Inquisition, one steps from the Fade, hope following in her footsteps. Griffin, Hawk, and Lion must give her a reason to stay. For if she does, she will move mountains. Will the past overwhelm her? Or will she leave it behind for the sake of the future?

A Legend of Mischief: One night, a sword chose a wielder with a loving heart, an understanding mind, and a brave soul. A God of Mischief chose a path of carnage, influenced by the cunning evil of another. Their paths crossed on one eve filled with lightning and turmoil. A sword, a woman, and a god. What could go wrong?

Tagging: @cimarraskylark @broodsys @elenathrais No pressure to do it. Would love to see them if you do. If not, no biggie. 🥰

#writing #tag games #dragon age inquisition #solasmance #cullen romance #solas x oc #cullen x oc #loki romance #marvel fanfiction #dragon age fanfiction #spotify #Spotify

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yikeschoices · 1 year

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oh loki, i love you in everything

#path of the valkyrie #loki god of mischief #loki romance #romance club #rc loki

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bill cipher is alive, david tennant is the doctor, new supernatural season might come out, homestuck is updating, mcr and fallout boy will headline a tour together, dan and phil are gay, ian and anthony are making smosh vids again, mcu loki has his own show, new scott pilgrim show used the same cast as the movie, josh hutcherson is being thirsted after

#mine #gravity falls #doctor who #supernatural #homestuck #my chemical romance #fall out boy #dan and phil #smosh #marvel #loki #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #the hunger games #1k #10k

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latent-thoughts · 1 year

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Thirst - Chapter 16

Summary: Post-Avengers AU, where Loki has been sent to Earth on probation, to be a consultant to SHIELD and take part in inter-realm missions. Loki and OFC get stranded on a harsh arid planet after completing their mission, and their only option is to wait for a rescue. In the meantime, they run out of food and water. While Loki can survive without sustenance, she cannot, and she has to rely on a rather unconventional source of sustenance for her survival - Loki’s cum. And Loki is very conflicted about this. Thus begins an adventure for both Loki and OFC, filled with romance and some plot twists.

**This is a crack fic, with humour and some feels**

(I don't have a fic banner for this one, sadly, so just have a lovely Loki gif instead.)

“I heard you’d returned to Earth and had to come and see it for myself,” Fury stated as Loki, Thor and Tony Stark sat down with him in Stark’s conference chamber. He kept glancing at the door, though, which betrayed the true intent of his visit.

“Marie’s not coming,” Loki answered as Stark handed him the file containing SHIELD’s present problems.

“Why?” Fury asked, a bit surprised to see the file. “Is she scared to see me?”

“Actually, you should be scared to see her.” Tony beat Loki in answering him. “She’s mighty pissed at you.”

Fury feigned to be offended. “What did I do? I’m cooperating with Asgard.” He gave Loki a look that said that he accepted Asgard’s involvement in her life now, which was rather telling.

“You’re a snitch, that’s why. Why did you inform her parents about her arrival and relationship with Loki? That info wasn’t yours to tell.”

Fury shrugged, suddenly pretending to be occupied by the contents of the file. Loki knew that soon, he’d not be pretending at all. The revelations in the file were going to startle him.

“I thought a family reunion couldn’t hurt.”

“No, you wanted to create pressure on her to stay on Earth,” Tony continued. “So that she and Loki could be exploited by you some more.”

Tony waited for a response, but none came from Fury, for he had likely found the information about Hydra in the file by now.

Like clockwork, his eye widened. “The fuck…?”

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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months

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#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #owenwilsonedit #marvel #dianagifs #😩😭#what... in the most tragic of romances did i just witness #gotta rewatch tomorrow but cannot BELIEVE how okay i am with everything atm???#their story clearly isn't done their burden is obviously going on without each other and they exist fundamentally connected #they've lost everything but being able to see mobius every step of the way is enough for loki to make the sacrifice #and mobius left for his timeline with no other purpose than to make sure loki could do just that #now they're lost without each other?? the only thing mobius can do is exist for a moment in loki's creation i'm UNWELL #god this is the star crossed angst that's gonna keep me going for the rest of my LIFE they're my everything #loki s2 spoilers

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thirsty4villains · 11 months

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Cool Heat | Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit (smut in future chapters)

Warnings/Tags: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, and 1 chapter will have some dubcon, Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers (because my brain is perpetually stuck in 2012 Tumblr era), sleep sex, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, angst, more tags to be added

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Tagged users: @nyxxharmonia @mischief2sarawr @drunkbirdbug @lorelibrarianlizbit @strawberry--fawn @thenotoriouserg @hereforsmutbcicantgetenough

A/N: Thanks guys for liking the story so much! BTW, smut will begin in chapter 3 ;) anyway, enjoy!

CHAPTER 2 - (Word Count: 2,500)

Two days passed since speaking to Loki and he was still holing himself in his room. Neither you nor any Avenger saw him since you went to check on him on Saturday. His solitude began to worry you, which was peculiar given you barely even liked him. Nonetheless, you gathered the courage to approach his room again.

You knocked on the door. Like last time, twice, and then a pause before knocking three times.

“Loki?” you asked. No response.

“Hey, Loki. You in there?” You asked again.

Still nothing. You placed a hand on the doorknob and spoke once more.

“Loki, I’m coming in now, okay? If you can hear me, you better make yourself decent.”

Slowly, you cracked the door open. Inside, sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor Loki had a collection of books strewn about, surrounding him. Some were open and some weren’t. A rather large tome rested in his lap. In the back, his bedsheets hung over the side of the bed and twisted all over the place. The light in the room was low and the curtains were drawn closed. The air was also quite chilly.

You entered and Loki looked up from his reading. His red eyes grew wild with anger. “Who told you you could come in here?”

“No one did,” you said. “I’m here to make sure you’re okay, which you clearly aren’t, as you’re still blue and this room is a mess.”

In a flash, Loki got up so that he was merely inches from you. He hovered over you with a menacing aura and his finger pointed to the door.

“Leave.”

“Fine, fuck you,” you said, crossing your arms. “If you don’t want my help then I’ll leave you here to suffer with your alien problems. Have fun, asshole.”

You turned on your heels and headed towards the door.

“Wait,” his tone deflated. Against all logic, you did. “I know I’m being an ass. Please forgive me, my agitation and aggression… it’s only becoming worse. I am not myself.”

You finally turned back around to face him. The god’s face scrunched up like he was in pain.

“Do you want my help or not?” you asked, still tensed up, expecting another outburst at any moment. “You’ve turned me away twice, and very rudely at that.”

“Yes, I know. I apologize.”

“Thank you,” you said, relaxing slightly. His words also surprised you since you didn’t think he had a single bone in him capable of apology.

An awkward silence befell the room as you awaited his response, but he just stood there. You also didn’t notice until now that Loki was quite underdressed. He had no shirt on and the only article that clothed him was a pair of forest green boxers.

“So?” You said.

“So?”

You rubbed your temples. “So, what do you need help with? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”

“Yes, of course,” he said sheepishly. He bent down to scoop up the book he was reading. “You will understand my hesitation.”

You rolled your eyes. Was he just wasting your time?

Loki flipped through the heavy book. “The other night, after you came to speak with me, I traveled to Asgard. This affliction had to be explained in our library, and I went there expecting to find an answer and a way to cure myself. I was not going to be caught dead appearing to our healers in my Jotun form, so I came back here with as many books I could find on my race.”

“And did you find anything?”

His brow furrowed and he slammed the book shut. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

The god sighed out of frustration. “This… affliction I have is no illness. It is an aspect of Jotun pubescence. From reading I have learned that young Jotuns, boys and girls, when they leave childhood and begin to flower into adults they go into heat. I have not told you all of my symptoms. I have been agitated and angry, but most of all I have been incredibly frustrated… sexually.”

You blinked rapidly. “Oh…” You felt your face grow warm. “So you’re — you’re just really horny. But I’m confused, you’re obviously not going through puberty! …Right?”

He shook his head. “I hypothesize that because I spent most of my life unknowingly hiding my true form that perhaps my development as a Jotun was halted or delayed in some way, and it can hold back no longer.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding. “So then why don’t you just find a girl on Tinder or something? Or take care of it yourself?”

“I’ve tried the latter, it didn’t help and only made me angrier. As for finding a girl, I’m afraid that in this form I may hurt her.”

“In what way? You’re no different except your skin.”

“From what I’ve read, Jotun sex is very primal, animalistic. I may lose control of myself.”

“Oh.”

Loki sat down in a nearby chair and exhaled. His muscles flexed underneath the sapphire blue skin as he tried to get comfortable. It was alarming how suddenly intimate this situation with Loki was. He buried his face in his hands, his arms blue and veiny, his raven black hair cascading over his shoulders.

He was kind of beautiful. And you kind of felt bad for him.

“So having sex is the only way to get better?” you asked.

You tried to shake off a shiver, the cold air in the room was beginning to get to you. You rubbed your arms to ward the goosebumps away.

“As far as I’ve read, yes, that is the only way.” He sounded tired. “Otherwise I may lose control of myself completely and do something that everyone regrets.”

“If that’s the case, what about Natasha?”

His face snapped up, eyes angry. You expected him to begin yelling again but the moment passed. “I am not interested in her, and I highly doubt she is in me. Though she would be a viable candidate considering she can hold her own, it is out of the question.”

“Are you interested in men at all?”

“Yes, but at the moment I crave a woman.”

The way he said it made something within you tingle. You hated yourself so much for what you would say next: “What about me?”

“You?” He stood up.

The moment the words left your lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was definitely going to kick you out now, or yell, or maybe even laugh in your face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to volunteer yourself. Even though Loki was an asshole, you felt bad for him. Additionally, it’d been a while since you had a good go with someone and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t felt lonely the past few months. As men go, he’s not ideal, but he’s not the worst either. He also has several traits you find attractive in men: the dark flowing hair, the voice and accent, the cheekbones…

“I’m definitely not as skilled as Natasha. I’m no super Russian spy, but I do have S.H.I.E.L.D. training.” Stop talking, you told yourself.

“You,” he repeated again, approaching you.

You froze in place – unsure what he would do – then relaxed when he simply reached out and cupped your face with his icy hand. His thumb rested between your ear and your jaw. You looked up to meet his gaze; his devilish, cool gaze. He was studying you. You blushed more.

A fist knocked on the door. Both you and Loki flinched.

“They can’t see me like this,” Loki whispered.

“Okay, okay, umm, get out of sight from the door.”

He did, and you ran to the door, barely creaking it open. Bruce was on the other side.

“Oh, I was expecting to see Loki,” the scientist said. “Is he still sick?”

“Yeah, I just brought him some soup,” you lied. “It’s pretty bad.”

Bruce looked over your shoulder. “Are you going to get sick being in there with him?”

“No, he said it’s not an illness that affects humans.”

His brow furrowed for a moment. “If you say so. Just let him know we’re going on a mission. Not sure when we’ll be back.”

“Okay,” you said.

He had a confused, skeptical look but excused himself. He ran back down the hallway and into the elevator, talking into his communicator to the other Avengers that he was on the way.

Phew. At least that’s dealt with. You shut the door and gave Loki the all clear.

“Um, where were we?” you asked.

“You volunteered yourself to have intercourse with me,” Loki said.

“Oh, yes,” you said, your blush coming back instantly. “That I did. Well, I still stand by it.”

“I thought about it and I appreciate the offer, but no. I cannot take the risk of hurting anyone.”

“So what are you going to do?” you asked.

“I will figure it out,” Loki said, resolute.

“Okay,” you replied, unconvinced. “If you change your mind or want my help with anything, just let me know. I’ll be upstairs going over my reports.”

He nodded. “I will.”

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You woke up on the couch in the penthouse with your reports and paperwork half in your lap, half scattered around the floor. The room was pitch dark except for the lights of New York City’s skyscrapers in the windows. You checked your phone, it read 11:57pm.

You weren’t supposed to sleep in Stark Tower but it happened a few times and no one ever really commented on it. You spent the entire day reading and filing reports, eating both lunch and dinner in the tower. Sometimes you had so much work or the work was so boring that you just dozed off in the middle of it. With your phone’s flashlight, you collected all your papers and set them in a stack on the nearest table. Then you remembered Loki.

When you spoke, it was sometime in the morning, and now it was nearly midnight. You wondered how he was doing. By his description, it sounded a lot like he was an animal in heat. Obviously, animals could go into heat and be fine if they didn’t find a mate, but Loki’s situation was obviously different and he was getting worse by the day. If he didn’t find a solution soon, how aggressive would he get? You felt certain that he only told you he would figure it out himself out of pride, or maybe embarrassment. It was definitely a strange circumstance, but if you were in his place you probably wouldn’t act much different.

As you thought about him and his predicament more, you felt your body grow warm. You couldn’t get him out of your head – his aggression, his vulnerability; then your mind went to how gentle he was, the soft caress of his skin against your face. The thought of his shirtless, blue form plagued your mind, the lean muscles of his abs and biceps. The red eyes that scared you yet lured you in… His cold breaths against your skin.

Ugh, now you were sexually frustrated. How did this happen, wanting Loki?

You got up from the couch to grab a drink of water. As you ran the water into the glass, a loud crash sounded below you, followed by a man’s scream.

You jumped, nearly dropping your glass on the counter. Some of the water splashed the front of your shirt.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, though you were fairly certain you knew.

You went downstairs to the room you suspected the commotion came from.

“Loki?” you shouted as you pounded on the door. “Are you okay in there?”

The door flew open yet Loki was on the other end of the room, nowhere near it. It must have been his magic that opened it. The god’s back was to you and he breathed heavily, standing over his bookshelf and nightstand, both of which were toppled over. Books, papers, pens, a cup of water, and various knick knacks were all over the floor in an enormous mess.

“What happened?” you asked, taking in the scene before you.

“I lost control…” The god said. “I saw red and knocked the bookshelf over in my rage.”

“You’re getting worse, Loki. This isn’t good.”

“I was reading the rest of the books I borrowed from Asgard for an answer or even a hint as to how to conquer this. Nothing. Nothing! These books are all useless to me.” He kicked one of them and it slid across the wood floor until it hit the wall.

“Loki, it’s gonna be okay. Just take a deep breath,” you told him.

He straightened his back and did as you said. One deep breath in, one deep breath out. Afterward, he finally turned to face you.

“Better?” you asked.

“Hardly, but I did need that.”

“Like I said earlier, we can do it. If this is gonna make you go insane, then we can have sex if that’s what’s going to get you to calm down.”

“No!” He interjected. He looked like he was going to yell again but took a deep, shaky breath. “I said it before, I could injure you.”

“You’re one of the most disciplined people I know, I’m pretty sure you can get a handle on it. And remember, I have self-defense training. Wouldn’t you rather try than just lose your mind?”

“Urgh!” Loki groaned, holding his head in his hands. Was he… in pain? “I said it already! No. I do not trust myself in this state.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “Fine, Loki. I’ll leave you alone. Anyway, it’s past midnight right now and I’m not gonna go home at this point. I’m just gonna sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. If you change your mind and you need… sex, you know where to find me.”

He only grunted in response.

“Um, okay. Goodnight, then.”

As you exited Loki’s room, you closed the door behind you. His behavior was getting on your last nerve but you also felt relieved to get away because you were fairly certain your face was beet red again. You took one of the guest bedrooms on the same floor, just up the hall and closer to the elevator. You stripped yourself of everything except your shirt and underwear and settled into bed. Before you drifted off to sleep, your thoughts were invaded again by Loki. If he was going to literally die of sexual frustration, at least nobody could say that you didn’t try to save him. It was so odd seeing him like that, so vulnerable and irrational – it was the antithesis of his whole being; the god who commanded strength, logic, and control within himself.

Despite the incident that just occurred, you were able to find sleep rather quickly.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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Nights at the Circus: Part X

Things look precarious in Europe as you put your life on the line to help your new squad track down something big. After a long day planning your assault on Hydra’s base, you finally have a heart-to-heart with Steve in your hideout, and Loki sends you a ‘surprise’ when you least expect it.

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When you landed just outside of the outer borders of Hydra’s territory in the snow-covered mountains of Sokovia, the entire evening was a blur. Briefed on your respective positions for the planned raid in the morning, you felt yourself becoming more nervous as the threat become more real before you, even with six of the most powerful humans in existence (well, five humans and one Asgardian) having your back.

The team bunkered down inside a decrepit fallout shelter, built during the Soviet days. It had no heat, little light, and the two small sets of bunk beds inside only had bare mattresses flatter than a cardboard box.

“Alright, kids, your mission for tonight is to eat up and get some shut-eye. At 6-hundred tomorrow, we assemble with the local brass and get to the fun stuff,” said Tony.

“Eat?” you asked. “We’re inside a concrete cell the size of a studio in Harlem, and I’m pretty sure these beds are older than my mother! What food?”

Tony smiled at you. “The kind you swallow, digest, and eventually—”

“—we get it, Tony,” interjected Bruce, sitting on a lower bunk next to Natasha.

“Well, you all know your roles, so we will repeat them in the AM and go forth to do some really cool shit,” concluded Tony. “Now let’s have Thanksgiving and get some sleep.”

Apparently, “having Thanksgiving” was Tony’s way of saying “pass around the cans of tuna and slabs of cheap bread.” You didn’t complain, and instead tried to enjoy the conversation in the small room.

You still didn’t like how you’d essentially been forced to join the motley crew, but the more you experienced their shared life, the more you felt this was more of some oddball family than just a group of friends from work.

Clint snarked about playing ‘truth or dare,’ which led to Tony suggesting everyone pass the time before bed actually doing so. Seeing as there was nothing else to do but go to sleep (and no one was tired at that point in the evening), the Avengers all circled up on the floor, a tall bottle of whiskey in the middle (“only one, we can’t afford to raid the base hungover” Steve had reasoned).

“So, Steve…truth or drink?” Tony went after Steve pretty quickly, like a big brother teasing his little sibling. “The question: Are you a virgin?”

Steve let out a surprised laugh. “Excuse me, but what?”

Tony repeated his question. “Are you a virgin? Have you ever actually played Hide the Salami with anyone? I mean, I know back in the Ye Oldie Days, you all had to keep the chastity belts on, so what’s the story with you?”

Steve, quickly turning red, looked at you first, while you tried to keep your expression neutral. After a pause, Steve reached into the circle and grabbed the half-empty whiskey bottle, taking a swig while everyone else in the circle groaned.

“You just told us everything, kid,” Tony said, smiling in his usual douchey way.

Steve shook his head. “Innocent until proven guilty, Tony.” He looked slowly around the circle, but you knew what he was going to do next. He was a pretty predictable person. “Y/N, truth or drink?”

“And the question?” you asked, “Unless you want to know about my sex life, in which case, I have to sadly inform you all that I am not, in fact, pure as the driven snow.”

“Nah, enough with that,” Steve quickly steered you away from that subject. “Truth or drink: would you have ever come to join us of your own choosing?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Not a bad one, Patriot Games.”

You looked at everyone and shrugged. “Honestly? No. Remember, that’s why I was hiding out with the circus to begin with?”

Bruce was the only one who nodded, but you got on to your story. “My parents didn’t think the added attention was good for me. They told me to forgo college and find a place where I could disappear, where government agencies and groups of rogue vigilantes couldn’t exploit me. I still don’t know exactly how I got these powers. No family history of anything remarkable. In fact, my parents were probably the quintessential suburbanites before I threw a fireball at my brother for the first time.”

“Maybe when we get back, I can take you to the lab and see if there are any clues,” Bruce suggested.

“And with that,” you continued, “Bruce: truth or drink: you and Nat are going to share a bed tonight!”

Clint chuckled, and Tony grinned. Bruce didn’t waste any time before reaching for the bottle. “Boo!” Clint howled.

“Actually,” it’s probably a good time to settle in, kids,” said Tony. “Four bunks, seven of us, and I’m calling the single bunk because I’m a narcissistic asshole and pulling rank. Do some math and have a good night.”

You still weren’t too tired, but in the scramble to find a bed buddy, Natasha did, in fact, choose to share a bed with Bruce. Clint and Thor paired up as well (despite Clint groaning “I’m gonna have no room, his biceps are going to push me off the bed!”).

Great, it’s me and the Boy Scout, you thought, looking over and patting the mattress beside you for Steve to sit.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked immediately, taking a seat beside you and handing you one of two thin blankets he had brought over. “Because I can sleep on the floor if you aren’t comfortable.”

You shook your head. “No, I trust you enough to be a gentleman, because if you make one wrong move, you’ll wake up to someone roasting a turkey over your burning body.”

“I will tuck myself in so tightly I can’t breathe well, if that’s what you need to feel alright about this.”

You nodded. “Thanks for the offer, Turkey Lurkey Time, but I think I’m okay.”

Steve let out a laugh. “So, does the joke mean we’re on good terms again?”

You took a good look at the dashing hero, and in that moment, he could’ve been the little loser kid who asked you out in eighth grade, shy and anxious. You were wondering if Loki’s influence hadn’t given you a bit of bias towards The Cap. Maybe he deserved a fair shot after all, even if you weren’t sexually attuned to his particular brand of ‘dashing.’

“I won’t lie, I don’t appreciate the knight-in-shining-armor routine. I can, in fact, defend myself. If you can put that to rest, I think we’ll get along well,” you said with a small smile.

“My apologies, Firebird. It’s only a carry-over habit from my time.”

“Your time…the forties?” you asked. “Are you about to tell me that in those days, men respected women, music was music, and everyone had a car in every garage and a chicken in every pot?”

Steve sighed, a tinge of woeful nostalgia in his tone. “Not at all. War is hell.”

You’d completely forgotten that you were technically talking to a World War Two vet. “So, you can tell me, Steve, are you actually a…a…”

“…inexperienced with women?” Steve asked softly. “In a manner of speaking. Pardon my hesitation, but men of my time weren’t open about such things. There was…there was a woman, though. A special lady I was close to.”

“Who? Eleanor Roosevelt?” you asked with sarcasm.

“Actually, you know the portraits of the founders of SHIELD on the wall of the conference room? Agent Peggy Carter. It was her.”

You did recall the Founders on the wall, Ms. Carter being the only woman among them. “No kidding? She was beautiful.”

“She’s still alive, actually” Steve added, a bit more longing and sorrow in his voice now. “Bedridden, but she’s in her nineties.”

“Good genes on her, then,” you remarked. “Badass and long-lived.” You remained silent for a moment, then added, “Hey, you’re into me, right? Like, I get the feeling you didn’t just escort me to the party to introduce me to the crowd.”

Steve looked at you with a neutral face a moment before smiling. “What tipped you off? How much I’ve been blundering around you like a schoolboy, or everything that happened at the party?”

You returned his smile, which was genuine and a little embarrassed. “I won’t say your taste in women isn’t impeccable,” you answered, “But why me?”

“I couldn’t say.”

“I guess sometimes feelings just happen,” you suggested. “No reason to fault you for that.”

“You know my story. I was a small kid with no prospects, my best friend was the ladies-man, then the war happened and everything fell onto my shoulders. Then I was frozen for seventy-odd years and came out entirely clueless to what courting and what girls liked in this new world.”

You gave his admission a little thought, and he was right: why was it his doing that his default setting was ‘chivalrous soldier’? Maybe the fact that he’d never been laid wasn’t so surprising anymore.

“I know my charm with the opposite sex doesn’t match my outward appearance,” Steve continued, “But I know how to respect women, and I know that if you gave me the chance, I’d devote myself to you and love you every day.”

You swallowed anxiously. “Steve, I am flattered by the attention. God knows every woman (and many men) would kill me for that kind of attention from you—”

“—but?”

“But, I’ve only lived this life for a month, and it’s still overwhelming me. Even before, when I was a performer, I wasn’t one for, well, I guess your generation called it ‘going steady.’ But we did more of the casual thing backstage.”

“Casual, meaning ‘free love’?” Steve asked with hesitation.

“That’s a very outdated term for it, but yeah. Just getting our kicks,” you affirmed. “Though, I lost my virginity to a fire juggler named Ted. It’s not something I would add to my resume.”

Steve nodded. “That’s fine with me, maybe one of us should have that kind of experience.”

“Steve,” you said again. “We can’t be a couple. I have some things I need to take care of first.”

“Like Loki?”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?” you blurted out in a loud voice.

“SHADDUP, Sparky!” Tony growled from elsewhere in the dark.

Steve paused a moment, then lowered his voice. “He hasn’t left you alone since you got here. It’s pretty obvious he has a crush on you too.”

You scoffed. “Steve, let me give you a tip: that whole ‘boys bullying girls because they secretly like them and just can’t express their feelings’ is a long-debunked trope that just serves to justify the dumb shit they do.”

…just because that was exactly what Loki did with me, and it worked, doesn’t mean I have to say it did…

“I guess I’ll have to remember that.”

You sighed softly, feeling conflicted for the first time. You wanted Loki; there was no doubt in your mind that your bed would only have the God of Chaos in it. But did The Cap deserve the polar opposite from you, just because Loki was letting his jealous flag fly? He was sincere, more sincere than your current fuckbuddy. You had no doubt that Steve would fall at your feet if you asked him to.

But that was just it, in spite of Steve clearly making the most sense, Loki’s piercing eyes were ice daggers that stabbed your senses every time he looked down at you. His touch sent shivers radiating throughout your core. His kisses sent you to new places.

Sorry, Steve, but unless something changes, I’m Loki’s, you said to yourself (not that you could ever admit that).

“But, I do want to make sure we’re on the same page,” you said. “Can we just be close friends for now?”

Steve looked at you a moment, taking in as much of you as he could make out in the darkness. You became self-conscious, dressed in a tunic two-sizes too big and bicycle shorts. You were about to share a bed (literally) with one of the most eligible men in America (and history), and here you were dressed like a college sophomore. Even if you didn’t care nearly as much about Steve’s feelings for you as you did Loki’s, you still wanted to look like a human and not a cave-dweller in front of him.

“Sure, Y/N, I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. But, may I ask something?”

“Yes.”

Steve gently nudged your shoulder with his elbow. “Do you think there’s even a small chance that your feelings towards me will change one day? If we stay friends for a while and get to know each other?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. “Gee, Steve, I’m too busy boning the one co-worker you actively dislike to give a shit about you, but we could be like brother and sister or something?”

“Maybe,” was all you said.

Steve seemed satisfied with this answer. “Maybe we should go to sleep before Tony yells again.”

“I can hear everything,” Tony replied.

“So can I,” Thor and Clint said in tandem.

“Hey Nat, didya hear The Cap strike out just now?” asked Tony.

“I did!”

Even though you couldn’t see it, you knew Steve was blushing. “So, you sleep at the head of the bed and I sleep at the foot?”

You nodded and laid down on the crappy mattress, facing the wall. After you felt Steve shift around next to you before stilling, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, hoping your fears about what tomorrow would bring would allow you at least some sleep.

You didn’t notice the single, ice-blue eye hovering above you a moment before blinking out of existence.

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Back at the Tower, Loki sat at his desk, blinking the seidr out of his eye before letting out a victorious “ha!”

While it was closing in on midnight where you were, it was late afternoon in New York, and for the first time in quite a while, Loki was totally alone. Naturally, as soon as you’d taken off with the other Avengers, Loki began thinking of your return, and how fearful he was for your safety. He spent the entire day in thought, images of you going toe-to-toe with heavily armed Hydra soldiers flooding him with concern in a manner he rarely felt for anyone but himself.

He knew you were strong, and he knew your flames would serve you well in battle, but if something went wrong, exactly how much would sparring experience with the Boy Scout really do?

Those oafs had better take care of you, because if you come back to me with so much as a black eye, I’m taking the scepter and turning them all into drones, Loki swore, thinking about whether or not he should plan on taking you aside upon your return and confession to his confusion over you.

Normally, he wouldn’t have risked magic to spy on the Avengers from halfway around the world, but he got the feeling Steve would take advantage of being with you away from him. He’d managed to catch a few minutes of your heart-to-heart, and had felt his heartbeat quicken as he listened to you push Steve back into friendship. Even your “maybe” answer to his question about the future wasn’t bothersome.

Hmmm, Loki thought with pride, my lovely Firebird might not get much sleep, and she will need it come morning. Maybe I can give her a gift to reward her loyalty and bring her some gentle rest…

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Your subconscious arrived in a very realistic and oddly-detailed dreamscape, and you looked around to find yourself in the middle of an enormous ballroom dance floor. Women in swirling skirts twirled past, their ruffles brushing against the gown you wore. Looking down at yourself, you gasped at your appearance. Your dress was pristine white with gold trim, the skirt billowing almost comically wide. Patting your head, you felt that your hair was in a tall up-do, a gold circlet dangling from your forehead. Gracing your neck was a diamond collar, delicate, but still a statement piece against the rest of your outfit.

You took a better look at yourself in the mirrored wall along the side of the floor, and you were impressed at the fruit of your imagination.

I clean up alright! You thought. I almost look like a princess!

You turned back to look at the brightly-lit room before you, crowded with revelers arrayed in the finest clothes a fantasy had to offer. Along one wall was a large buffet table. Along the other, a full orchestra working to fill the air with a gentle, twinkling waltz. Above, a massive chandelier illuminated the room, hanging precariously above the dance floor. The noise of fifty partiers engaged in laughter and chatter nearly obscured the band’s efforts, but nothing about the sound overwhelmed your senses. If anything, you felt light, pretty, and peaceful in this dream.

The dancers on the floor were beautifully synchronized with each other and to the music, and you wanted to join them. But…where were you? Why was your dream taking you here? Was anyone else you knew even here?

Strange, you thought. My dreams are never this vivid.

“My, my, fancy seeing you here!”

You spun on your heels, and standing before you was Loki, dressed in fine Asgardian attire, his shiny black hair loose around his face, yellow gold rings on his fingers, and a confident stride that commanded the attention of everyone in the room as he approached you.

“This is a dream, then,” you said quietly.

Loki nodded. “It is a dream, but I also thought you would be missing me,” he said with a wink. “How do I look?”

“You thought you’d be missing me? What, you’re making this dream up for me?” you asked.

Loki extended an open hand, bidding you follow him to the dance floor. “It’s my gift for you, a dream so blissful your corporeal body dare not stir in its slumber. “

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“As are you,” Loki replied. “Now, I was never much of a dancer, but perhaps if you joined me, I’d remember the steps?”

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