#loki series: just drink what's in the glass

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the final Lady Sharpe part 2: a risky endeavor

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Summary: Thomas tells you about Lucille's intent as well as his own; you formulate a plan that could definitely get you killed if anything goes wrong

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k [maybe have some tea ready…just for the love of Loki don't use firethorn berries 🫡]

Warnings: Lucille; talks about Lucille's relationship with Thomas; angst; ghosts

Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are married

"Was it yours? Or your sister's?"

Thomas continued to look at you, water still running over his fingers, eyes wide and blinking repeatedly as if trying to reorient himself onto what was happening, mouth moving as if to form words, but only fragments of sound were coming out. "I'm--Uhm--Darling, I'm confused--"

"What part of the question confuses you?" You did your best to keep your simmering rage at bay. "It's a simple enough query. Who wanted to poison me? My husband, or my sister in law that seems to have an inappropriate level of affection towards my husband?"

Your throat chose that precise moment to go dry and cause you to let out a dry cough, a rather rude reminder from your body doling out the consequences of your self-preservation kicking in. The sound seemed to have snapped him out of his momentary trance, turning the tap off and tilting the glass slightly to let the excess water out before holding it out to you.

"Y/N, please drink first and then we may talk about--"

"You drink it first," you hissed, speaking in more hushed tones just in case Lucille was outside your bedroom door, ear pressed to the wood and straining to hear your conversation. "I mean if you tried with the tea, then who's to say you're not trying right now with the water?"

A strangled sound escaped him before he sighed, taking a gulp of the drink before handing it over to you. "There. Now please. Drink and let me explain." Once you'd taken the glass from his hand and began to drink, doing your best not to show the relief you felt now that the inside of your throat no longer felt like the sanding paper you had in your luggage, he turned to start the water running for the bathtub.

"No," you snapped, reaching into your pocket and wrapping your fingers around the handle of the blade you had concealed there. "If you think that after trying to kill me that I'm still going to share a bath with you, Thomas Sharpe, you have another thing--"

"Darling, I beg of you, please just let me talk," he cut you off, holding his hands up as if in surrender as he walked toward you. When he got close enough that you were within his arm's reach, you took the blade out, pointing the tip toward his throat, stopping him in his tracks, , the crease between his brows deepening. "When you were cold on the carriage ride home you told me you had no pockets."

"No, I said they served a different purpose. Now you know what that purpose is." You made a slight flourish with the blade before pointing it toward him again. "Talk. Why did you try to poison me?"

"It wasn't me!" he snapped, the muscles in his neck twitching in visible frustration over even saying the words. "It was all Lucille, I swear to you." He tried reaching for your hands, making you tighten your grip on your blade.

"Why does she want to kill me then?"

"Money," he said simply. "If you could please just put the blade away, I will answer any question you might have." He held his hand out to you, as if asking for you to take it, and once you sheathed your little sai sword back in your pocket you placed your hand in his, letting him lead you to sit at the edge of the tub.

"All you told me was 'money'," you stated, jerking your hand out of his hold when he started stroking the back of it with his thumb. "You're a baronet, you told me when you were courting me back in the city that you were slowly seeing a turn in your fortune because your machine was finally complete--Oh my God. Have you two killed other women before? Is that the play? You marry them, lure them here, poison them slowly with tiny doses of cyanide through the firethorn berries so that by the time their money's co-mingled with yours they'll be days away from death? That's why the voices--"

"Y/N, darling, please. I told you it was the East Wind."

"Last I checked, Thomas? The East Wind's name is Eurus. Not Edith." His features settled into an expression of genuine surprise, his jaw going slack and eyes slowly growing wide at the mention of the name. "And not Enola. Now try again. The truth this time, preferably. Who are these people? Did they die here? Were they your wives? Did Lucille kill them? Is their money the reason that machine is complete and running?"

"They were my wives," he sighed. "And you're right. About everything except the cyanide. There's nothing in the berries, they simply cause an upset stomach and worsen if they keep being taken over long periods of time--"

"Because of the trace amounts of cyanide in the berries. Seven hells, I was about to be killed by people who didn't even know what they were killing me with." How could you have been so unfortunate that out of all the ways you could have died in the last few years, this was the closest someone had come to succeeding and the perpetrators were so ridiculously clueless? "So why take another wife? Your machine's complete, you're about to start breaking even and start selling the liquid clay, so why not just sit back and--"

"She wants more," he spoke through gritted teeth. "More money, more machines, faster production. She wants to restore the mines and the Sharpe name to its former glory, live a more lavish life she believes she's owed."

"You don't seem too excited to get back to living the lifestyle of the rich and privileged," you commented snidely, your lip upturned to the side in poorly hidden derision. "And yet for some reason I'm still here, married to you, and she has every intention of seeing me dead. So now my next question…why the act? Why pretend you're all remorseful--"

"I'm not pretending," he cut you off, looking up again, frantic eyes meeting your own. "I chose to court you because you struck me as someone intelligent and of enough money that Lucille won't question my decision. I don't wish to do this anymore. Luring people to their deaths all in the name of what? Money? Status? Her ambitions have grown darker and darker throughout our lives. I don't believe there are lines she's unwilling to cross, and I cannot stand idly by and let her anymore."

"Big words coming from the man that lays with this woman with dark ambitions," you sneered, puzzled to find that all he did in response was exhibit more surprise. "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that I didn't see her holding you as if you were lovers reunited after spending months apart when we walked through those doors. Tell me that when she walked in here and she saw the state of our clothes and my hair down that her stomach didn't drop. Tell me that later tonight she won't call on you to lay with her."

"Her love was all I knew for a long time, Y/N." His words were barely audible through the sound of the running water. "And what I have done, what I have been made to do, what I have believed was the only way to love and be loved…it shames me. And one day I will burn for the atrocities that I've done. With her. For her. All I want now is for it to stop, and perhaps do what I can with the time I have left to right some of my wrongs." He reached for your hands again, letting out a long exhale as if he'd felt unburdened somehow when you didn't pull away and allowed him the simple touch. "I chose to court you because perhaps together we could think of a way to start righting these wrongs."

"Thomas…" you spoke his name slowly, trying so hard to look for any signs of the man with the practiced words from earlier. The one who tried to convince you that the ghosts in the house were simply the wind. Hell, the one back in the city that charmed you and courted you and put you through a love story so unbelievable you could have sworn they only existed in fairytales.

You couldn't find him. All you saw now was someone that had done and witnessed such horrors, quite probably in this very house, perhaps even in this very room, and all he wanted to do was begin to make amends for it.

"The only way for you to even start making things right is to help put her away. Turn her in to the police and…let the authorities decide what to do from there. And there are things we would need to make sure that wherever they'd take her she stays there. But before we even go down that route, I have to know how far you're willing to go to see this done."

"What would you need to make sure? I can guide you through the house, find whatever it is you might need and--"

"Not quite what I meant, but we can go back to that later…What I meant is that doing this could have consequences in store for you. It's your name on the marriage certificates. One look at where the money went after your ex wives passed would show that you were the one that stood to benefit the most from their deaths. A clever enough detective could even spin the story that you were the mastermind behind all this, and Lucille was simply your executioner. Setting this into motion would send her to jail, yes. But it might do the same for you. Are you ready to face that reality?"

There was an evident remorse in his eyes; you assumed he thought about the direction his life would take if he chose to go ahead with this plan as unshed tears began to shine in his eyes. "If that's what it would take so that no one else would suffer by her hand, then so be it. I would be more than deserving."

Something in you felt for him, a dull pain in your heart making its presence felt as you saw before you someone who had simply had enough of the damage he'd dealt to the people that entered his life. In him you saw the people you'd helped find closure over the last few years, finally giving them the answers to the questions that haunted him day in and day out, that preoccupied their every thought.

And it was in that vague familiarity that laid the reason behind your decision. "I'll help you," you said softly, reaching over to turn the faucet off. "Give me a few hours to think of a plan, and see if these voices that are most definitely not the wind will be willing to help me. Though I surmise that even on the chance they don't want to help their ex husband, they might just want to help in putting their murderer behind bars."

"Of course we will," the guiding voice whispered into your ear. "I know where she keeps all the documents for the marriages, the deaths, the money transfers. I can guide you through the manor at night but we have to be careful. She might hear us. There's a phonograph that I was able to hide in Thomas' workshop. The cylinders are hidden behind a portrait. I can guide you to them, too."

You gave a slight nod to acknowledge the voice, standing up and walking out of the bathroom, making your way to your luggage. "Does Lucille know what an allergic reaction looks like?" You made sure to talk in more hushed tones, just in case Lucille really was as unhinged as you imagined she was and had her ear pressed to the crack between the doors to your bedroom.

Thomas walked up behind you, crouching next to you and looking over the items in your luggage, brows furrowing once more when he saw the fine grain sanding paper you held in your slightly trembling hands. "I don't recall her ever having seen one, but I would think she has a slight idea what should be present," he answered you in an equally hushed tone. He moved to press a light kiss to the crown of your head before murmuring, "You don't need to leave this room and face her. Let me go out and get us something to eat. I will tell her you simply feel unwell and I told you to stay in bed to recover from your coughing fit; perhaps I can even tell her that I intend to make sure you're alright and stay with you through the night--"

"Don't." You nearly raised your voice in panic at his suggestion, your free hand reaching out and grasping at his arm to silently tell him how much of a terrible idea that would have been. "She'll be faster to suspect if you try to change your routine the night you come home. Even if you give her a perfectly good explanation. Thomas, this is someone who's killed multiple times before, and shows no hesitation of doing it again if it means she gets to have the life she wants and keep you in the process." You could feel how his pulse jumped at those words. "We don't know how her mind works, not even you know anymore, so it's best that we tread on the side of caution and not do anything that would risk agitating her peace. My presence here is enough to throw her off kilter, I would imagine. Let's not add to it."

The confusion was written all over his face now, tilting his head as he stared at you as if in a new light. Much like how you looked at him earlier when you realized that you hadn't quite been swept up into the romance stories you'd always dreamed about.

You were dragged into the horror stories you were all too accustomed to. Only this time you were to be the victim, and you had ghosts trying to help you stay alive.

"How do you know all this?" he blurted out, his expression seeming to teeter on the brink of what seemed like optimism. As if for the first time in a long time, he saw a glimmer of hope. "It's like I struck gold meeting you…"

"That's--really flattering, Thomas." You ducked your head, suddenly more interested in the sanding paper in your other hand. "But really…like I told Lucille, there was just so much that we weren't able to learn about each other. I'm betting you don't know what I do for a living, do you?" He only answered with a slight shake of his head. "I'm a consultant for Scotland Yard. They pay me to solve their cold cases."

An unabashedly optimistic expression overtook his face, eyes widening and glistening with the slightest sheen of tears, wide smile stretching across his face as he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles. The action had felt so out of place for you that all you managed to do was give him a small smile in return, allowing him to take the little paper out of your hand and place it back into your luggage, and guide you to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," he breathed out, leaning in to place a kiss to the top of your head before briskly walking out of the room, carrying a lightness in his step that hadn't been present in the entire time you'd known him.

"Allergies," Lucille hissed as soon as Thomas walked down the stairs. "Of all the affluent and eligible women in the city and the one you pick ends up being allergic to the very crux of our plans. Now we have no poison lest I kill her far before her inheritance is even transferred to her. We might as well start from scratch, find someone new. You mentioned she's not in contact with any family, yes?"

He felt his stomach drop seeing his sister reach into the top shelf of the cupboard and take out her cleaver, cleaned and undoubtedly sharpened meticulously since the last time it was used. The thought of that forsaken weapon being used on you, to split your head into two like Lucille once did what felt like eons ago, made him want to retch.

"Lucille stop." She near slammed the cleaver down to the table with a resounding hard thud, the sound making him have to refrain from flinching and showing her that he feared for you. For your safety. He scrambled for a reason to give her to keep you alive, knowing that the last time he told her to stop had actually pushed her to act faster and put an end to poor Edith. "The money she stands to gain now that she's married is…sizable."

His insides turned at the way her features lit up at his words. "Elaborate, my sweet boy." That name slithering out of her mouth had him feeling the bitter taste of bile rising up his throat.

"Enough to fund an entire new machine," he offered. "And perhaps even enough to find a suitable place in the city. No more rotting walls. No more sinking house."

"No more infernal mother haunting our every move…" she trailed off, a sinister and eerily relaxed smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she imagined a life away from Allerdale Hall. "Fine," she sighed, putting the cleaver away once more. "But once she receives her inheritance, and the documents affirming that everything that is hers will become yours on the event of her unfortunate and untimely demise are finalized, you inform me."

Once again he resisted the urge to flinch away as she walked to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and standing up on the tips of her toes to press a ghost of a kiss to his cheek.

"And then we can be on our way to a better life, my sweet love."

"We have a problem," were the first words out of Thomas' mouth as soon as he closed the doors to your bedroom, kicking the door closed as he balanced a small tray of food in his hands.

"We're living in a house with someone that fits my definition of a serial killer, who I've just learned likes to take a lock of hair from each of her previous victims and braids them into a strange little bracelet thing, so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and also call her a touch deranged. Top that off with us living in a house haunted by the ghosts of your ex-wives? And I can't help but have to ask for a little elaboration. Which problem exactly are you referring to?"

"Lucille was about to march up here and murder you with her cleaver." It was as if you could feel the blood draining from your body, a chill that had nothing to do with the wind washing over you. "I was only able to buy you some time by telling her that we're waiting on your inheritance to come through now that you've married."

Oh, there was definitely a problem now, you thought to yourself. "Thomas…what inheritance?" You saw as his own expression took on one of panic and worry as he set the tray down on the bed, walking over to you and gently placing his hands on your shoulders. "I don't stand to inherit anything from anyone, my family didn't come from money--"

"But…your place in the city? Your clothes? I've seen how you live when we were still back in the city, Y/N…"

"All mine," you answered. "I get compensated a fair bit for every cold case I put to rest courtesy of Scotland Yard. And the rest…well, let's just say that some of the families that I'd given closure to do come from money, and quite a bit of it. And they're often quite generous in showing their gratitude." You didn't hold back your grimace as you spoke your next words as softly as you could manage. "Any money that I didn't bring with me here is held in an account under my name at the bank in the city proper."

He repeated his words from earlier. "We have a problem."

"Yes. Yes we do." You placed your hands over his, slightly baffling yourself in the bizarre comfort you now found in his touch, considering that just over an hour earlier you had your blade pointed at his throat demanding he keep his distance.

There were too many worries screaming in your mind about how this could all end in your death, but all silenced with the chilling realization that the alternative would be to sit and do nothing while Lucille took your life, and drain you of everything you'd worked so hard over the last few years for all to fund the glamorous life she believed she was due to her. The only option when presented like that truly was to fight.

"Tell her that it will take a month," you said after a few moments of stifling quiet. "That there are…property deeds being transferred to my name and it would take a month for the documents to be sent over to me for signing and notarization. Now…which parts of your machine take longest from order to delivery?"

It took him a few moments before he answered, "Coil springs. They usually take three to four weeks."

"Alright. Place an order for those and when they arrive, we will retrieve them from the post office and once we're there, I'll send out my call for assistance to Scotland Yard. That gives us three to four weeks for me to create copies of the documents she has on hand that would implicate her in the deaths of your former wives and transcribe whatever I might find on the recording cylinders for the phonograph."

"But why not just take the documents now and bring them to the post office? Send them as they are? Why make copies?"

"Because the moment we leave, who's to say she's not going to check on those exact documents? When people hide something, there's this constant niggling thought in the back of their mind that worries someone will find it. They check their hiding places, make sure everything's still in order. If she checks it as soon as we leave, we might not even be able to leave the property. We would just turn into ghosts stuck here, right next to Edith and Enola and every other spirit that roams these halls. Making a copy and hiding the copy away somewhere she wouldn't look, and keeping the originals where she counts on them to be, that would be our best chance."

"And where would you hide these copies? How would you make them in the first place?"

You walked over to a bottom cabinet that Edith had pointed out to you while Thomas was downstairs, pulling out a stack of papers and a fountain pen. "By hand for the how. It would be the quietest method instead of the cranks and chimes of the typewriter in your library. As for the where I would hide them…you mentioned you have a workshop. Perhaps I could hide the copies amongst your sketches, keep them within plain sight but ultimately…somewhere she wouldn't think of looking?"

"Of course." He held out a hand for you to take and help you stand up, placing your newfound supplies on top of the cabinet before taking a spoonful of the stew on the tray for himself and then holding the bowl out to you. "I swear. No poison."

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your mouth at the gesture, taking the bowl from him before sitting at the edge of the bed and the two of you ate your food in silence. There was one final part of this plan that was quickly flooding you with guilt, and you knew that once he voiced the question you would both be filled with dread at his part in this little operation.

"You will have to move about the house quite a bit," he murmured. It was nearly visible how the gears were turning in his head, a slight hitch in his breath when you only answered him with a nod. "What if she hears you?"

"That's…where you would come in," you hedged, fighting against the urge to reach for him when you saw the look on his face. The silent plea for you to not say the words he dreaded were coming next. "Remember that thing I said about not breaking routine? We'll need that to ensure that she truly suspects nothing. Only now it will serve a new purpose…keeping her distracted so we can be sure that she won't roam about and chance upon me copying the documents that would lock her away."

Any hesitance you had against reaching for him flew out the window when you saw how visibly he was shaking. Heard his shaky breaths and the waver in his voice as he said, "This will help you with your plan. I'll be helping keep you safe." It was almost as if he was not even talking directly to you, but rather like he was saying them to comfort himself. As if he needed to give himself a reason to walk back into the situation that had him abhorred with himself.

"It will," you whispered, standing to close the distance between you two and take his hands in yours. "You will."

A part of you ached when he looked up and you could see the tears welling in his eyes, an irrational thought forming already of you instead going for a less subtle approach and just asking him to point out where his murderous sister stashed her cleaver and get the jump on her now while she had no reason to have her defenses up. If only to save him from having to serve as your distraction in this endeavor.

The ache grew stronger when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into an embrace, resting his head against your stomach and letting out a shaky exhale. "When do we start?"

"Tonight," you sighed, trying to keep your composure when you felt his arms tighten around you by the slightest. "I need to know how much progress can be done each night, how many documents can be copied with ink completely dried and ready to be sent off to the city. I'll take two candles and use that to know how much time I have left. When I have half a thumb's worth left of the second candle, I'll run to your workshop and hide what I've done so far. That way by tomorrow morning, I could perhaps think of a way to move more efficiently."

You felt more than saw him nodding his head before he turned to press a kiss to your stomach, the implied intimacy behind the action making your heart jump. "Stay safe, wife," he mumbled against the fabric of your dress, arms still fastened around you as if he had no intentions of letting you go until the dreadful hours after dark -- and this potentially perilous operation -- began.

The distrust you had for him chipped away a fraction with the sentiment, moving you to finally return his embrace, lightly stroking his hair before you leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "You, too, husband."

A/N: Whew whelp I'm nervous for their plan ngl 🥴🫡 Hope y'all like the second part of this series and where the story's headed! Next part covers the start of their little operation and some softness…and maybe something extra too because I'm thinking about it now and part of me's screaming that it just has to be done (no it's not smut…yet. that's not 'til part [redacted]) 😮‍💨

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Hello! may request a Hunter D-90 x reader fluff/angst fanfiction?

Hi, sure 😊 sorry for answering a bit late

HOT COCOA

Hunter D-90 x GN!reader

Summary: Your job at the TVA is to be in the offices, filing boring papers, yet whenever there is a mission they assign you along with D-90. You've never been able to get so many words out of him, but a hot chocolate machine will change things.

Warnings: none, fluff

WC: 877

A/N: This may be a bit short since he is a fairly secondary character in my opinion and he doesn't have many dialogues so it is difficult to work with it, I'm sorry 😓 (If you want to request another character from Loki series, please do 😊)

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You were sitting in your small space near the shelves where the files were kept, your table was a mess of jumbled papers but you tried to maintain order as best as possible. To make the work more enjoyable you hummed a song while rhythmically moving your foot trying not to see the time on the wall clock every two seconds. Suddenly you heard footsteps nearby but you didn't even look up to see who it was until he was in front of you looking at you.

“How are you doing with that y/n?"

When you heard his voice you already knew who it was, you raised your head to see Mobius smiling kindly at you, he with his heart of gold always cared about the other workers and that they were not too stressed.

"I do what I can"- you sighed, trying to make a joke.

"Well, look, try not to overexert yourself, okay? You're doing well anyway, you've already completed half the work."

You accidentally looked at your table and he was right, without realizing it you had already come a long way.

"Hey, why don't you take a break or eat something? Come on, you deserve it."-He said, tapping his knuckles on the table.

"Thank you Mobius, I will take your advice"-you laughed softly

Mobius gave you a big smile as he walked away with his hands on his hips. You rubbed your eyes, yawning slightly as you stood up from the seat and stretched your muscles, sitting for so long was exhausting and painful. With a tired step you headed towards the halls of the TVA and saw D-90 standing guard as always with a face so serious that he looked like a bulldog. You stopped to greet him.

"Hello D-90, good to see you"-You waved a hand with a smile like little kids would.

He just nodded at you without even smiling. You wondered why he was always like that, he always seemed angry although that didn't mean he didn't like you. You suddenly remembered all the times you joined him on a mission, he also behaved like that.

"Ok and how's everything going huh?"-You said something uncomfortable because of his cold attitude.

He, without saying anything again, just shrugged his shoulders, making a face. Great, you thought, at that rate you won't be able to snatch a hello from him. Suddenly you turned your head and saw the machine at the end of the hallway that served drinks, you soon remembered that in a few minutes you should go back to work, maybe a coffee would be good for you to stay awake. Suddenly you remembered that you could also choose hot cocoa in the machine and an idea came to your mind.

"Hey, do you want something to drink? I'm on my rest, come on, I'll buy you something."

He frowned and opened his mouth to murmur something when you tiredly rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him to the machine.

"Come on! Drinking something won't hurt you!"

D-90 reluctantly followed you without getting rid of his frown, he followed you with heavy steps and you had to make an effort to move him. He looked like a child refusing to go anywhere. Finally the vintage machine was in front of you, there were several options: Tea, coffee, hot cocoa and soup. You chose a strong coffee for you and a hot cocoa for him. With the glasses in both your hands, you turned to hand him his when he raised a hand and shook his head, pursing his lips.

"Please just take it, think of it as a gift from me to you."-you said with the best of your smiles

"It's just…"-he started talking and you were surprised because he finally said something.

"I've never tried hot cocoa"

He said it almost embarrassed and you opened your mouth and eyes in great surprise and the coffee almost fell out of your hands. Have you never tried hot cocoa? What did this man feed on then?! You shook your head trying to downplay it and without adding anything you handed him his glass, he looked at it and smelled it and then looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you just closed your eyes and nodded.

He slowly approached his lips to the glass overflowing with the sweet liquid and when he finished tasting it he looked at you, opening his eyes wide, it seemed that his serious and grumpy facade had completely fallen, he had liked the cocoa! You clapped happily, resting your glass on the machine for a moment and for the first time he smiled with a smile as genuine and tender as a child in a toy store, you had never seen him like that.

Smiling you took your glass and walked down the hallway heading to another place to tour the TVA while you rested when his voice made you turn around.

"Thanks for the drink."

He continued smiling happily and you smiled back tenderly.

"My pleasure"

You left there, leaving a D-90 very different from when you had seen him when you got there, one who drank his cocoa as if there were no worries in the world or the sacred timeline.

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For Better or For Worse

Chapter 7 Next Chapter Series masterlist

Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, angst, more angst, child loss, tearsss.

“Ouch.” Loki choked, practically laying against the floor as he held you, cradling your head in his hand. The impact of your fall had sent him down as well as you as he caught you. You opened your eyes, relaxing as you realised you hadn’t actually hit the ground, the rock hard solid against you was actually Loki, not the expensive flooring. You sat up slightly, the shock leaving you a little shaky as you took steadying breaths.

“T-that evil bitch, she tried to kill me.” You finally spoke, Loki standing to his feet before helping you up too. Meanwhile, Rose was sprinting down the stairs.

“Loki, are you alright?” She asked worriedly once she reached him. She put her hand on his shoulder as she looked him over.

“Get off of me.” He near roared, angrily as he removed her hand from him.

“Loki?” She gulped.

“You almost killed her!” He exclaimed, gesturing to you.

“But she—she pulled my hair.” Rose whined as you knitted your brows, silently questioning the audacity of this crazy bitch.

“So you kill her?” Loki shouted.

“Loki, baby please.” She tried to soothe, her hands touching his chest. Loki stiffened at the use of the term, jaw clenching as he glanced at you before looking back at Rose.

“Perhaps you should stay in a hotel tonight.” He spoke coldly, removing her hands. Huffing, Rose turned towards you, glaring as you smiled at her.

“I should have killed you when I had the CHANCEE!” Rose declared, about to charge at you before Loki grabbed her and began marching her to the front door.

“I guess you’ll be staying in the hotel for the foreseeable!” He bellowed, nudging her outside before slamming the door in her face. He took a deep breath before making his way back over to you who was trying to hide their smile at the theatrics. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice a lot calmer now as he searched your expression. You felt a heat rising across your cheeks at his inspection, his eyes meeting yours.

“What’s up with her and killing me.” You tried to laugh, unable to break the eye contact.

“Y/n, honestly, are you alright?” He asked again, his hand touching your forearm.

“Yeah” you nodded “thanks to you, although I couldn’t help but notice the smell of whisky on your breath.” You finished, Loki satisfied with your answer.

“Care to join me for a drink?” He offered with a smile as if his girlfriend hadn’t just tried to kill you, as if you weren’t just moments away from going your separate ways again.

“Lead the way.” You answered.

“What are you thinking about?”

Lokis voice pulled you from your thoughts as you brought your glass to your lips, taking another sip of whisky before looking up at the sky, the sun was beginning to set so you and Loki decided to take your alcohol drinking to the conservatory.

“Nothing.” You lied, dismissing his question.

“You can speak freely, I know there’s something on your mind y/n, I know you.” Loki answered, putting his glass down as he focused on you. You took a deep breath, placing your glass down too before turning to him.

“Why did you leave?” You asked bluntly. Loki took a deep breath too, he knew this question would come up eventually.

“I just—I couldn’t- I couldn’t face it.” He answered causing you to scoff.

“You couldn’t face it?” How dare he.

“When I found out about the affair and the true parentage of the child I just—”

“Wait what?” You queried, brows furrowed in complete confusion. The affair? Parentage?

“I know that you slept with Thor.” He admitted.

What?

“What are you talking about Loki? Who would say that?”

“Father, he said that you—”

“Loki” you paused him, placing your hand on his cheek “Thor is like a brother to me, he was my brother in law. I’ve never even considered being intimate with him. I loved you, I’d never cheat on you Loki.” You insisted, searching his face for a reaction. You could tell his mind was spiralling. There was a pause as he mulled over your words before speaking again.

“So you didn’t—”

“No! Fuck Loki—No!” You averred.

“B-but our baby? You—” he paused, clarity washing over him as he realised that maybe Odins words were lies. His eyes began to well with tears as he drew to the conclusion that if Odin was in fact lying, that meant that— “y/n, what happened to the baby?” He asked quietly. Your lip began to tremble, your eyes looking away from him as the memories of that awful day reeked havoc on your mind. You went from being an expecting mother to nothing, nothingness, an endless empty void. There was so much blood, so many tears, so much regret. The day before you felt cramping, you felt nauseous and yet you ignored the symptoms, hoping you’d feel fine the following day but if you had just gone to the hospital, maybe, just maybe you’d— “tell me y/n, what happened?” Loki demanded, his voice cracking as he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I—I was in so much pain” you sniffled “and there was blood—you wasn’t there” you began to sob “I am incompetent” you cried “I couldn’t even carry a baby, our baby.”

Loki felt his heart break, his life shatter as your words penetrated him. After all this time, he was, he was, wrong. He realised Odin was lying seeing your face, the way your shoulders shook as you cried. He sat there, world spinning, sitting completely still as he watched you crying. He felt like a passenger in his own body, the realisation sinking in, killing him.

“So I-I-I left under false pretences. I just left you after our— after our b—for no reason-I just—oh gosh y/n—I’m so sorry.” He began to cry, flinging his arms around you before his head fell to your lap. You embraced him too, hearing him sobbing on your lap as you tried to stop your own tears.

“What did you think happened Loki?” You asked after some time.

“That you had an-a-abo—”

“No!” You interrupted, shaking your head as a new set of tears began streaming down your cheeks “I would never.”

“I know, I know” Loki nodded, tears subsiding as he leant up, wiping away yours with his thumbs “I know.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I know.” He nodded again, replacing his thumbs with his lips, kissing away your tears as you began to calm down. He continued kissing your face, his lips finding the corner of your mouth before you turned your head, your lips meeting. It started with a peck, Loki pulling away as his eyes dropped to your lips, focusing there as he slowly leaned back in, pressing his lips to yours more firmly, kissing you deeply as you kissed him back. You rested your forehead against his, breaking the kiss as he mumbled apologies against your lips before you kissed again. And again. And again, falling back against the chaise lounge that you both occupied, Loki moving over you as he continued the kiss.

“I wouldn’t Loki.” You pulled back, looking into his eyes as your hands found his cheeks. He needed to know

“I know.” He confirmed, brushing his lips against yours again.

Your legs widened as he positioned himself between them, lips moving down to your neck. You tried to bite down your moans, your body reacting to him from just the slightest caress. You missed him, you missed being intimate with him. You reached down, unbuttoning your jeans as he undid his belt, the both of you barely thinking about anything other than wanting to feel close, needing to be nestled together, whole again. He tugged your jeans down, your underwear falling down your legs with them as you freed his cock. He kissed you again, guiding himself to your entrance before he pushed inside, feeling complete once he was seated inside of you.

His thrusts were slow, gentle as you both revelled in the moment. He kept kissing your forehead as if reassuring you. You felt him everywhere, claiming you again as his hips met yours. Your back arched, chest pressing against his as he increased his movements, both of you knowing what you desired next. Your hands were flat against his back, moving underneath his shirt, feeling his skin again. You held him against you as you both reached your mellowed orgasms. You felt his tears dampening your face before your hand reached behind his neck, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was salty, yearning, apologetic.

Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg I don’t even know where to startttt

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A/N: Your responses have seasoned my month with joy. I cannot thank you all enough.

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr.

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Fluff, drinking

Summary: You have a date with mischief

You pace before Wanda. She sits, legs crossed on your bed with half your wardrobe strewn around her. "Are you sure this is the one?" you ask, holding up a velvet dress. "It's not too presumptuous?"

"I'm sure he's the last person you have to worry about that with," she titters, shifting to help put away the other options.

You roll your eyes. "I mean presumptuous about where he's taking me. I don't want to look like I expect caviar just because he's royalty."

"Breathe," she enunciates. "First of all, the guy wears gold armor, which is entirely impractical by the way.

"Besides, you should've seen him today. He was questioning Stark about where to take you. I even heard him ask 'Brother, if I wear this tie instead, am I still "dressing like a witch?"' He wants you to expect caviar. And champagne for that matter."

"Ok," your shoulders relax a bit. He's nervous too. Unexplainable, but it's endearing all the same.

Wanda zips you into the dress, its fabric a forest at dusk. "And you should wear the black thigh-highs. They'll keep you warm and show some leg when you walk."

"What would I do without you?" you give her a hug and hear the knock.

"Wait for another sex god to land in your lap," she answers with raised eyebrows.

"Wanda," you hiss as you go to get the door.

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The trip to Hudson Yards takes a minute at most. Greetings exchanged, he asks, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," tumbles out, to your surprise as well as his. He pulls you tight against his chest, your knees buckling at the heat of him. A flash of green, the scent of snow, and you land gracefully before Peak restaurant's host station.

The man at the head of the line shoots Loki an angry look before stepping back apologetically. A young woman glances up from her seating chart and asks for your reservation.

"Laufeyson," he replies smoothly.

As she leads you to a window seat you ask, "How on earth did you get us a window reservation in a day? Was it..." you gesture.

"Magic?" he smirks. "Quite unnecessary, darling. My silver tongue is more than enough to persuade most ears." The twitch beneath your skirts concurs.

The first course is spent in awe. Sipping mulled wine between bites, you can't decide which view is better, the metropolis below you or the god across the table.

Over your entree he asks which places in the city are your favorite, if you've ventured Upstate, and about the novel you're reading. Hesitantly, he tells you his first year with the Avengers was mandated by an extradition agreement. After completing his sentence, he chose to remain in New York, describing the 3,000-lightyear move as the "gift that keeps on giving."

By dessert you're nearing desperation, completely enthralled. The way his lips encase that spoon, his hums of pleasure with each bite of crème brûlée. 'What must it feel like to be that custard?'

The meal complete, Loki helps you with your coat. "As much as I hate to cover such a breathtaking dress, we can't have you getting cold." When he's satisfied with your ensemble, he leads you out to The Edge.

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One hundred stories glow beyond the icy barriers. Loki removes a glove, his hand turning cerulean as raised markings snake along the skin. He presses the tips of his fingers to the glass, absorbing the frost to reveal the city.

You encase his other hand in a death grip. "Darling," his palm warms your cheek, turning your face to him. "I would never allow harm to touch you." His eyes speak sincerity, and he bends to seal the vow.

His lips are satin, their need barely harnessed as they press against your own. Your mouth submits, opening at the caress of his tongue. The taste of cinnamon further ignites your core, melting you into him.

Your back hits the glass, chest heaving against him. You wind your fingers through his raven hair, eliciting a sinful gasp as you grip his locks. An involuntary thrust betrays his desire, ridged and obvious, despite your clothes.

His hand grasps your sides, straining between ingrained decorum and the impulse to explore your curves. He drags himself up for breath, eyes molten lust, and steadies his resolve. "I must take you home. I would be abashed to get overly familiar."

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The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

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Chapter 2

Summary: Loki tries to befriend you and the people of the island makes you feel unwelcomed.

Warning: Mentions of recurring nightmare and trauma, spooky stuff

As you stepped out of the house you looked around, it was dark and the bulb in the light pole seemed damaged. 

"Okay maybe this isn't such a good idea" you turned around to get inside your house but you heard the wailing again so you quickly sprinted towards the neighbor's house and knocked on his door, 

He opened the door after your frantic knocks, and looked at you up and down. Your terrified demeanor didn't go unnoticed by him, you got conscious of your clothes all of a sudden, you just had a  knee-length night dress on. 

"You want to come in?" He asked you and you crossed your arms.

"I uhhh.." your words got cut off as you heard the scream again so you immediately stepped inside and got behind him, he closed the door slowly.

"What the fuck is that?" Your lips trembled as you asked him and he turned around.

"Just calm down alright? It's just wind" 

He looked at you right in the eye and you felt so stupidv"It's windy out there, the island is like a dome, when the wind collides with it, it creates that eerie sound" 

He told you and you shook your head in disbelief.

"That is not.. I ..I have never heard wind screaming like a woman on her deathbed" you told him and he smiled.

"Just relax, would you like a glass of water?" 

"No thank you" you said to him politely, you didn't want to come across as rude but drinking something from a mere stranger didn't seem like the smartest idea. 

"Would you like to sit by the fire?" He asked you as he noticed your shivering form and you nodded in response, you can do that. You stepped closer to the fireplace and sat down, you flinched as you felt him placing a small blanket around you.

"I'm not going to hurt you" you turned around to face him as he sat down on the rocking chair he had in his living room, his house was identical to yours but he didn't have a creepy portrait above the fireplace. 

"Sorry I just..I guess I am spooked" he smiled a little as you said that, 

"Are you a believer?" 

"Believer?" 

"Ghosts"

"No I don't think so, I have never encountered anything like that so no" 

"A skeptic I see" 

"I believe what I see from my own eyes" 

"Really? But you thought there was a woman screaming murder just now" he smiled and you rolled your eyes at the small smirk on his face.

"What if a woman actually was getting murdered?" You asked him and he twisted the corner of his mouth.

"Well anything can happen on this island my dear, be careful, your eyes can fool you but your heart won't" 

You nodded in agreement, you have been there, gotten hurt and damaged severely because you trusted him.

"So how long have you been here for ?" You asked him to divert the conversation and he smiled. 

"If we are going to have a tete-a-tete, may I offer you a cup of tea? You can watch me make it if you do not trust my intentions" He asked you and you shook your head.

"Do you always force your guests to have a drink with you?"

"No miss, you are unnerved, I can sense that from here and I just want you to relax and get to know me a little so you do not think of me as a murderer or worst.. a rapist. We are neighbors and if you're going to turn up at my door around 3 at night we must get acquainted, right?" You got up as he said that, your eyes teared up as a flashback hit your vision, 

"No thank you, sorry I bothered you" you turned around to leave, dropping the blanket on the floor and you heard him get up, you quickly bolted to the door and twisted the door knob. You could feel him staring at you but you just wanted to get out of there. You felt paranoid that he will hurt you if you stayed any longer.

He did distract you from the whole screaming lady nonsense but now you were thinking about him, he was nice but you couldn't help and feel worried, He was a man after all. His thoughts made you fall asleep and you got up around ten in the morning,

"Shiit..the vegetable market" you cursed as you realized that you had gotten late. It was a gloomy day again and you wondered if the sun ever shined around here.

You put on a robe and stepped out of the house to look around the greenery and you found him on his porch, with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in another. He just had a wifebeater on along with a pair of pants, his hair was wet as if he had just taken a shower. His eyes met with yours so he smiled 

"Good morning" you heard the greeting so you mumbled it back and walked towards him.

"Hii" you said to him and he placed his book down to pay attention to you, the gesture made you feel flushed.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked you and you nodded as you crossed your arms.

"Yeah I uhh..I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night, I didn't intend to be rude, I just.. thank you for opening the door for me, I was really spooked " 

"That's not an issue love, no need for formalities. Would you like to borrow something? Milk? Coffee? Eggs ? You missed out on shopping right?" He asked you and you hummed in response.

"How did you know?" You doubted everything he could tell.

"Because I didn't see you there" he smiled at you, he had a warm smile and he didn't make you feel uncomfortable like the taxi driver Phil did. 

"I have coffee, can I get some milk?" You asked him and he stood up immediately.

"You can come with me if you want" he chuckled so you followed him, somehow he understood that you felt weird around men. 

"My mom used to worship the god Loki, like she was really into it, did your parents name you Loki because they worshiped him as well?" you said to him and he smiled.

"Yeah maybe" he mumbled as you followed him into the kitchen. He took out a carton of milk and passed it to you.

"Ohh I don't need this much" 

"Just keep it darling, it would last a good two days" he squeezed his eyes as he realized that he had used the pet name again.

"Apologies, force of habit" you smiled as he said that. 

"It's okay, I should go, I'm meeting the head of the school" 

"You're going to be a teacher" 

"Yess everyone has to do something here right? What do you do?" 

"I don't work here darling, but I am an artist, musician to be precise, i sell them under a pseudonym in the city" 

"That's interesting, they allow you to be here and not do anything?" You asked him and he chuckled.

"I can be wherever I want " he winked as he finished his sentence. You walked back to your house and made a cup of coffee then you got ready to go see the headmaster of the school, you briskly walked as you were already late for the meeting.

"Sorry I woke up late, first morning here, my alarm didn't ring" you apologized as you sat down in front of him, his name was Clint Barton.

"Make sure it does tomorrow because I wouldn't tolerate such tardiness" he said to you and you nodded. He seemed like a bitch but you just had to teach three hours and get out of there. On the way back you saw different houses and different people, they all were staring at you and you felt unnerved again but it was a new place and maybe they were just curious about the new resident.

"A dress like that, what are you? A whore I bet" you turned around to see a middle aged brunette sending you death glares, she had a full length dress on that seemed tattered.

"Excuse me?" You crossed your arms and she huffed before she turned around to leave "fucking whore" you shook your head as you couldn't believe the audacity and you went by the beach to buy some chicken so you could make dinner. You found the vendor's shop immediately, it smelled like death in there, 

"Hi uhh..I just wanted to get some chicken" you mumbled and a man with blonde hair and blue eyes approached you. For such a small island people were surprisingly good looking here. 

"Sure mam..you're y/n right?" Everyone knew you here it seems and yet you didn't know anyone.. except Loki. You felt a weird butterfly feeling crawling in your stomach as you thought about him, what the fuck is wrong with you? That's not why you came here.

After buying chicken you walked back home, it was just around six but had gotten dark already, Steve the vendor had asked you to wash the meat and then freeze it. 

You glanced towards Loki's house and it was all lit up just like yesterday. As soon as you got in you quickly turned the lights on and your eyes fell upon Minola's portrait.

"You creep me out Minola" you mumbled as you brought a spare bed sheet and covered the portrait. After eating and showering you got into bed, setting the alarm for 8 sharp. 

As you closed your eyes, you saw him on top of you, you tried to move and get him off you but you couldn't, you were helpless and bound. You sat up on the bed and turned the lights on as you looked around, you weren't there anymore, you weren't in the hospital bed, you were away from all those people, you were okay. 

Your breathing staggered and you felt extremely sweaty so you chugged a glass of water and took another pill even though your doctor Stephen had warned you to not do that.

Then you laid down to sleep again but you heard a growling noise coming from the living room, it was screechy and pierced your ears, you grabbed the knife you had kept under your bed for safety and made your way to the living room, walking like a thief around your own place. "It's probably a cat or something" looking around you didn't see anything but then your eyes fell upon the portrait and you saw the bedsheet you had covered it with shaking. 

Your heart beat raised as you realized that was the source of noise, the screeching angry noise was coming from behind the bedsheet. Your eyes teared up because of fear and you moved towards the portrait slowly, fear plagued your mind, were you losing your mind finally? You couldn't even differentiate what was real and what was just in your head anymore.

Building all the courage you had in you, you used the tip of the knife to remove the bedsheet off the portrait and that's when Minola leaped at you. 

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"Why are you late? Where were you, Harry?"

His head snapped up as he looked at Y/N, his wife, who was standing at the base of the stairs. He was sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of water.

"Out", he murmured, placing the glass on the table.

"You could've at least called or texted me, or at least picked up when I called you", she was annoyed, to say the least.

"Well, I forgot. What's the big deal?" He stood up, an unreadable expression on his face, and tried to walk towards the bedroom.

"You forgot? We were worried, you know? Beryl went to sleep asking for you. You reek of alcohol, where were you, Harry? " She was getting angrier by the minute.

"What are you on about, Y/N? Can't I just have one night away from all the responsibilities? Can I just enjoy myself for once? Ugh. They were right, family life sure does drag you down", he let out a mean chuckle.

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Second Sight -- Part Nineteen

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU/MCU AU

Pairing: Loki Odinson X fem!Reader

Characters: Loki Odinson, OMC Odof, Unnamed Guard

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,276

Format: Series WIP

Warnings: TW: assault, TW: sexual assault, TW: violence, TW: murder, TW: very minor character death, smut, NSFW, 18+ only, sexual intercourse, sex in public (kinda), language.

Summary: Loki takes you on a long overdue honeymoon on a pleasure planet. You can’t take your eyes off the spectacle while Loki can’t take his eyes off you. When you inadvertently draw the attention of the casino guard, Loki takes you on a wild escape through the alien city, and the excitement overwhelms you both.

A/N: Regarding the trigger warnings, the assault is not described in detail and is over very quickly. It does involve unwanted sexual contact, however, a grope, if you will, so please engage with caution if this subject matter is upsetting to you.

I guess I am constitutionally incapable of not telling this story until it is done. So I’ll keep posting it until Tumblr dies or the story is finished, whichever comes first. I’m also posting it on AO3 so I think I have to finish it no matter what happens. The taglist is still open. 😊

I’m not quite sure what to say about this chapter. I guess I thought everything was going too well and Loki needed a chance to be himself for a minute. Maybe I know what has to happen next and, well… 😬

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Second Sight Part Nineteen

Loki sat at a table in a corner, his back to the wall, a glass of Kree wine on the table in front of him. The zealots were aggravating, but they could craft truly spectacular spirits. He was enjoying the wine almost as much as he was enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.

You were across the room, playing a form of darts with a trio of Ravagers. Loki didn't know how you managed to do it, but you kept finding the most dangerous and violent creatures in any given room. He’d worry more about it if you weren’t so adept at charming each and every one of them. Taking you into the wider universe made him feel better about his own inability to resist your allure. If there was a rogue in the galaxy you couldn't wrap around your finger, you'd yet to find him. Loki had simply been the first to fall, not the only. To his never-ending relief.

The bar was an unimposing establishment in the part of town that started leaning toward rough but didn’t quite reach dangerous. It wasn’t a bar in the Midgardian sense, as there was no long counter between the person who served the drinks and the clientele. But the tentacled creature in the corner served the same purpose as a bartender, a table in front of them and an array of ingredients from which to make beverages surrounding them, a sympathetic ear for anyone who chose to confide in them.

The room wasn’t big, but the tables weren’t packed tightly together. Loki had snagged a small table in the corner, black native wood, covered in scars and dings from the years of use, but clean, as the bartender prided themself such things. He sat there, his back against a bright green wall, and watched you learn how to communicate with a bartender who mostly communicated in gesture. You seemed to be having the time of your life.

You were laughing and joking with your new friends, effervescent in your confidence. Loki swirled the shimmering golden liquid in his glass and smiled at you, at himself, at the softness he could feel inside. He'd once disdained such feelings, seen them as weaknesses. He hadn't known that a partner in mischief only made it more exciting, that concern for that partner would make him so much more dangerous. He would destroy worlds for you, bathe in blood to keep you safe. Soft he may be, for you, but that softness only made him sharper and more vicious to all others.

That sharpness had his hackles rising at the sight of the casino guard who'd just come through the door, clearly looking for someone. Loki didn't know how or why, but something told him he knew what the man was looking for. When his eyes latched onto you as you called out to the bartender for another round, Loki knew he was about to prove that you'd made him more than he had been. Loki glanced around to make sure no one was watching before shimmering into invisibility.

Grateful for once that his magic didn't work on you, he gestured to get your attention and beckoned you over once he caught your eye. You practically danced over, the euphoria from the unfamiliar liquor adding to the delights of the evening and making you feel light as air. You dropped into the seat next to him, a huffing laugh of joy bubbling up.

"What's up, love?" By the time you were done with the question, your demeanor had changed, serious and watchful in response to the dark aura that surrounded Loki. You could see on his face that something had gone wrong. The tightness of his jaw, the white knuckles around his wineglass told you he was preparing to do violence if the situation warranted it. You sat back a little, but prepared to move if he gave the signal.

"There's a guard from the casino about to sit next to you." Loki breathed out the words in a rush, not wanting to be overheard and needing you to understand the danger before the guard reached you. "He can't see me."

You raised your eyebrows and sat back casually, though you were braced to run at the slightest sign from Loki. You watched him as he watched the guard approach you, his eyes glittering with menace, but the other man didn't see Loki and couldn't be intimidated. He was another giant, over seven feet tall and built like a barbarian. The guard sauntered up with confidence; as far as he knew, he could pick you up and carry you out with one hand if it became necessary.

The man was hoping it wouldn't be necessary. He was the sort you preferred barter to violence and thought you pretty enough to offer something he wanted. He didn’t see any reason to drag you back to the casino for questioning if you proved sufficiently entertaining. "Hello, miss," he rumbled behind you. "A word?"

You looked up at yet another giant, but this one didn't look friendly, didn't give you the good vibes of your friend earlier. You stared him down a moment, taking his measure, before you warily answered, "And if I say no?"

Loki was too busy watching the guard to grin at you as he wanted to. You were magnificent, as haughty and cruel as a queen as you verbally dismissed the other man as though he wasn’t worth your notice, let alone your fear. However large he may be, and despite his intentions, you made it clear he held no terror for you. A dull flush climbed the pale skin of his face, and his eyes went hard with banked rage.

"No reason to not be polite, miss," he gritted out as he took the chair next to yours, leaning in to explicitly threaten with his size. "We don’t have to talk. I could drag you out of here to join your friend in our holding cell if you’d rather."

Your nose wrinkled at the smell of his breath wafting across your face and disgust dripped from your words in response. "And why would you want to do such a thing in the first place?" You straightened in your seat and turned your head to avoid the foul stench coming off of the man. He had a handsome face, but the nasty leer twisting it combined with the smell of him to make your stomach turn.

"I get paid a pretty penny to make sure people don't cheat the casino, miss." The guard reached out and closed his hand around the back of your chair, closing you in with his body in an attempt to block your escape route. You were careful not to look directly at Loki, but you watched him in your periphery, waiting for his signal. Since he was still watching the other man with glittering eyes, motionless as he waited for the right moment to act, you stayed put and focused on the threat.

"I didn't cheat!" You answered the accusation in ringing indignation. "How dare you? I got lucky and walked away before my luck ran out." Your mind was racing, trying to figure out what kind of casino went to such lengths for only two wins. There had to be more to it than that, which explained why Loki hadn't moved, but you weren't certain it was worth investigating when you could just make a break for it.

The guard's leer turned lecherous. "Say I believe you, miss." The hand not blocking your escape closed around your thigh and moved shockingly fast up under your skirt. "What's in it for me to let you go?" The next moment his hand went lax and fell away from you. You'd been about to scream the rafters down, but the guard's eyes fell closed, and he slumped onto the table in a heap. At your feet was a quickly spreading pool of blood pouring from the inside of his thigh.

You lifted eyes shocked and horrified to Loki's viciously cold expression and whisper-screamed, "DID YOU JUST KILL HIM?" The situation had turned so suddenly and unexpectedly violent that you had whiplash.

"He put his hands on you." The next moment, Loki was standing and tossing a bag of money on the table. He grabbed your hand in a vise grip and hauled you to your feet, pulling you quickly behind him toward the back of the bar. You stared back at the body of the man that had assaulted you, only to reap the consequences of that choice immediately.

"Okay, yes, he did." You were on the verge of babbling, too shocked by the sudden turn of events and the sight of your first dead body. "And no, I didn’t like it, but I didn’t expect you to kill him!" You were barely paying attention to anything but keeping up with Loki. You could hear the beginning of an uproar in the room you'd left as he dragged you through the back room of the bar where they kept their inventory and out the back door into an alleyway. "How did you even do that?"

Loki took a quick glance in each direction before taking a left to zigzag through the back streets of the city. If he'd been alone, he'd have simply slipped between the shadows and been off this planet already, but of course he couldn't take you with him when he shadowwalked outside the Nine Realms. He'd have to take you out the long way, but the city guards would be looking for the two of you now, and their relationship with the casino guards would make them determined to find you. Loki wasn't worried about his ability to protect you but was still determined to get you off the planet before he had to spill any more blood on your shoes.

"My knives are very sharp." His voice was cold, and he was sick that this trip could be so ruined by violence. At the same time, no one could be allowed to put his hands on you like that. The man had signed his own death warrant the moment he'd touched you. "He probably didn’t even notice he was bleeding out."

Loki glanced at you, searching your face for signs of disgust or horror. All he found was pale-faced confusion. He'd never seen you look like this and didn't know what it meant, let alone how to handle it. He was furious with himself that he hadn't acted before the guard had a chance to hurt you. Fury and guilt roiled his stomach and made him feel ill. He fell into old habits and hid the sick feeling behind callous cruelty. "Unfortunate he couldn’t know why he was dying, but it seemed best not to draw attention." Loki wanted to keep his eyes on you, concerned by both your demeanor and your silence, but he needed to keep an eye out for the guards he could hear amassing in the main street. "Which is why we left before anyone noticed that something was amiss."

At the sight of a clump of men coming down the alley, Loki ducked into an alcove, pulling you in with him and counting on the spells he'd placed around you to keep you invisible to them as they passed by. He placed a finger to his lips to indicate he wanted silence as making you inaudible had been much more difficult than making you invisible.

You glared at him but didn't say anything. You were still gobsmacked by the sudden death of the man in the bar. You had never experienced anything like it, been talking to someone one moment and watching the life fade from their eyes the next. You knew Loki to be dangerous, had personal experience of it, but this was the first time you'd been confronted with concrete evidence that he was capable of dealing death, the cold and calculated kind.

If you weren't also vaguely sickened by the memory of how it had felt to have the man assault you so brazenly, so suddenly, perhaps you would have felt more remorse at his death. As the remnants of his foul touch were still burning your skin, you were more concerned with getting out of this situation alive than you were with scolding Loki for murdering someone practically in your lap.

"I’m not going to argue," you said in a soundless whisper, "but we’re going to discuss this further."

Loki didn't speak until the clot of guards had made their way past your alcove, not seeing either of you as they passed by. Once they were far enough down the alley, Loki pulled you from the niche in the wall and again began making his way out of the city and back to the beach where the portal home still waited. "I cannot wait," he retorted, his voice only a whisper of sound, but the affection was back.

The two of you dodged the teams of searchers, weaving in and out of the side streets to avoid the men looking for you. If you hadn't been invisible, they'd have found you easily; there were too many to avoid without the added advantage. As it was, there were a lot of moments where all you could do was duck into a corner or an alcove and wait for the guards to pass you by.

Near the edge of the city, a large contingent of the guards had congregated, setting up what looked like a roadblock. Loki came to a halt so quickly, you ran into his back. With a swift, low curse, he glanced around, looking for a place to take a moment and consider his options. To his frustration, he spotted exactly what he needed, an empty building, across the main street. He was going to have to take you across the way in full view of the crowd of guards.

Loki turned to look at you, to gauge how you were holding up through the nerve-wracking escape. To his astonishment, you looked annoyed more than anything. Whatever you were thinking or feeling, he could see that you were holding up fine under the pressure, that you were as bold and fearless as he thought you to be.

As a matter of fact, you were far more than annoyed. The pressure was getting to you, but you also knew that falling apart would only make a bad situation worse. So far, Loki and his spells had shielded you and you had faith that they would continue to do so. If they didn’t, Loki had made it abundantly clear that he would kill for you. Knowing it to be true, and having real life experience of it, however, were two very different things. The stew of feelings inside you was too complicated to understand. You needed time to assimilate the new data and untangle how you felt about it.

When Loki let go of your hand to slip his arm around your shoulder, you snuggled into his body, seeking comfort. Between the violence of the guard's assault and the vengeance Loki had taken on your behalf, you were feeling a little shaky and jittery. He had protected you, at every turn. You gladly accepted the safety of his embrace.

Loki swiftly guided you across the street to a door next to dark windows. You didn't know if the business was closed or abandoned, but it was clear it was empty either way. Loki only left your side long enough to slip through the door and unlock it from the inside. You slipped through the crack in the door as quickly as possible, not wanting to draw attention.

Once you were inside, Loki locked the door behind you and threw a spell at it that would keep all adversaries outside, at least unless and until the wall gave in. He then moved to the window to stare out at the crowd of guards blocking your route to the beach. He counted quickly, did quick mental math to decide whether he could get you through unscathed. If it had only been himself, he would have taken the chance of detection and fought his way through if necessary, but he wasn't sure he was willing to risk those odds with you. He'd teased you so relentlessly for being afraid to gamble and here he was dithering because he was too afraid for you. He hated this weakness.

"Thank you," you murmured as you slid your arms around him from behind, snugging yourself against his back with a sigh of relief. "I needed a moment to catch my breath." The room seemed to be an office of some sort, a lot of desks and paperwork. It looked like a haven compared to the wild chase that awaited you outside.

Loki whirled in your arms, turning away from the window to close his arms around you like bands of steel. He held you so tight, you felt him squeezing your breath from your lungs, but you didn't complain, just held him as close as you could in return. Your heart was still pounding and pounding from the mad dash through the streets and you could feel his race in his chest in time with yours.

You lifted your head to look into his face, wondering at that racing heart and wanting to gauge his mood. The moment you were face to face with him, however, you realized you'd made a mistake. His eyes were burning emeralds, hot with desire and something sharper, darker, something you'd only seen when he was most affected, most moved.

Loki dipped his head and closed his mouth over yours, desperate for the taste of you. He was holding you too tight and he knew it, but the peril had gone to his head and spiked his libido, while your unwavering faith in him left him feeling soft and weak for you. He'd already been on edge for hours and the sudden violence and the tension of the escape left him desperate to touch you, to remind himself that you were safe and still his, despite everything.

You didn't resist, the passion in his kiss the catalyst in an alchemical reaction inside you that changed fear to desire in the blink of an eye. You met his passion with matching fire, nipping at his lips and meeting the surge of his tongue with your own. He tasted wilder than ever before and you adored it, wanted more of it. If you hadn't been hiding from a mob bent on revenge, you wouldn't think twice about indulging your desire. As it was, you loosened your arms around him and tried to push yourself out of his hard embrace.

Loki lifted his head but didn't allow you to move. This is madness, he thought, his heart pounding even harder at the sight of your bottomless eyes, soft and dreamy with desire, with love. He hadn't realized how much of the fear of his escape had been about how you'd feel about him once you were safe.

He'd killed someone right in front of you. For you, yes, but he'd also shown you how cold, how vicious he could truly be. He hadn't known how deep the terror that you couldn't accept all of him had dug into him.

Knowing that he could have blood literally on his hands and you'd still come into his arms with not only desire, but love, and trust, and faith, cut him deeper than anything ever had. A new fear crystallized, that he didn't just desire you, adore you, but needed you. The feeling rose up to choke him and had lust's claws digging into his spine. “Am I hurting you?” He gritted out the words, hating his own loss of control.

Gulping in surprise, you stared up into searing emerald and saw that he spoke the unvarnished truth. Searching yourself for any denial, any lingering pain or fear from what had happened to you, you found only an answering need to be touched on your own terms. You shook your head and slid your hands from his shoulders back into his hair. The invitation was clear and, with a growl, he took your mouth with his own.

Loki devoured you.

You'd experienced this desperate passion before, the kind that made you feel like he'd consume you if he could, burn you alive in the fires of his lust. There were times you'd felt like there'd be nothing left when he was done with you, that you'd be ashes and shadows when the fire burned out.

But it had never been like this.

Loki's arms were no longer around you because his hands seemed to be everywhere, molding your body to his with squeezing presses. He seemed to be drawing your breath into him, leaving you panting and dizzy. Somehow, when he'd been kissing you breathless, you'd ended up with your back against the wall next to the window and his body was almost smothering you in heat and need.

Your mind cleared a very little bit when he tore his mouth from yours to close his teeth around the skin of your neck in sucking kisses designed to drive you crazy. "What are you doing?" You gasped it out, certain you knew the answer, but needing verification because of how suddenly the fire had blazed. Loki was daring, but he'd never lost control like this before.

"You." Loki's hands closed around your thighs and lifted to wrap your legs around his hips, pressing his erection against your core. His mouth never left your skin, moving over your neck and collarbones like he needed the taste of your flesh on his lips. Your head tilted to make it easier, seduced by both the urgency in his touch and the need in his voice.

"Here?" You'd never heard yourself sound so breathless, like he'd overwhelmed you, overcome you with the force of his need for you. Your hands buried themselves in his hair to hold on, needing to cling to him in the face of his desire. "Now?"

Loki pulled away from the wall, turning with you still in his arms to the rest of the room. "Here." The word dropped with a finality that sounded almost like a threat. He glanced around for a couch, a rug, whatever would serve as a surface to lose himself in you. "Now."

He found what he was looking for in the desk-like table in the middle of the room, the surface flat and about the right height. He took a couple long steps and set you down in front of it. As soon as your feet were under you, he spun you around and filled his hands with your breasts, his mouth returning to your shoulders to kiss and suck and bite. The way he curved around your body overbalanced you and had you bracing yourself on the desk in front of you.

"You’re out of your mind!" You gasped it out but had to acknowledge it lacked authority as you were pressing yourself into his hands, his body. You instinctively tilted your body to press your breast into the hand that hadn't gone wandering down your body to hike up your skirt. The movement also pressed your ass into the steel rod behind you and you rubbed against it provocatively, your body wanting to encourage this wild lovemaking, in the middle of danger, whatever your good sense had to say on the subject.

"I am out of my mind," Loki snarled in your ear, one hand plucking your nipple with clever fingers and sending bolts of sensation to your center. You clenched at the vicious darkness of his tone, the sound of his resentment oddly arousing. "You have driven me from it, and I cannot think for wanting you." His other hand had found the snaps at your hip and yanked them open in a swift, fierce movement. As soon as he had you bared to his touch his fingers were sliding into you from the front, over your clit, and spreading the wetness he discovered there. You were already soaking wet, brought to this point by his mouth at your shoulders and his other hand everywhere else.

"Every sense has become saturated in you," his breath was a whisper at your ear sending shivers over your skin, "and every moment without is an insult, an injury." Somehow, he'd arranged you with his hands and body until you were in the perfect position to slide inside you. You moaned long and low at the exquisite friction, surrounded by Loki's body, drenched in sensation, leaning forward a little, your head tilting forward at the exquisite sensation. "I want you tied up and at my mercy so I can take my time with you, make you beg for me."

Loki's hand hadn't left your clit even as he dug into you with short, maddening thrusts and you felt a climax already climbing. "Do you have mercy?" You asked the question fretfully, trying to get Loki to stop teasing you. You writhed in his arms in every way you'd learned he liked, pushing him to the edge. You fell forward enough to brace yourself on your elbows, trying to get more leverage to shove yourself onto him, needing him deeper.

Loki grinned at the feeling of you tempting him, taunting him. He loved bringing you to this point, where you gave in and showed him that the desire, the need he felt wasn't one-sided. You were binary stars, trapped in each other's orbit. You were his equal, and he yours, whether either of you wanted it or not. At this moment, buried inside you, only moments from feeling you come around him, he didn't care about anything but you.

"Perhaps," he replied as he lifted up and away from you, his hands leaving your clit and your breast to grip tightly at your hips. As soon as he had his hands around your waist, he used his strength to shove deep, to pull you onto him hard and fast, your groan of aching relief music to his ears. He smiled at the sound. "The only way to find out for certain is to start pleading for it."

There were more words from there, but they only came in singles and pairs, in the vein of, "right there," or "god, yes," or "harder," "faster," "more." Loki's fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he pounded into you. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, the cheeks of your ass bouncing with every thrust, had him shuddering in possessive excitement. You were moaning in pleasure, the faster and harder he fucked you the closer you came to a life-changing orgasm.

Loki loved this, loved driving you into mindless pleasure, especially in such a moment, death waiting for you both just outside the door. That he could, that you'd give yourself to him so completely despite the danger made him feel both tender and feral. He carefully paced himself, not wanting to give in too soon, no matter what you did to entice him. And entice him you did.

You looked back at him, and he would swear your eyes were glowing with your desire, with your need. "Please," you whimpered, trying to push back in his tight grip, desperate for more. You were so close, the coil in your center tightening to the point of pain and he had the power to release all that tension. You just needed him to, "Fuck me, Loki."

Loki opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off with another, "Please," this one so soft and needy, he lost control. With a curse, he was using that bruising grip at your hips as leverage to pull you onto his cock hard and fast. Within three thrusts you were coming apart, the shivers of pleasure starting where you were clenched around him, rippling in ecstasy, and spreading through the rest of your body in shimmering waves of pleasure.

To your dizzy shock, Loki didn't slow down, simply growled in triumph when he felt you coming apart around him. He snarled, "More," and fucked you faster. You moaned, could swear he'd gotten harder inside you, though you didn't know how that was possible. You rested your forehead on the table in front of you and whimpered, your climax not fully subsiding as Loki's cock pounded into you, pushing you up and over again and again.

"I can't," you moaned fretfully, oversensitized and not sure you could take much more. You were close, but climbing even that little bit to your peak seemed like more than your body could manage. The feeling of him surging in and out of you was outstanding, but it had gotten to the point where it was almost too good, too much, and you simply hung in his grip, absorbing what he gave you.

You fell forward a little when one of Loki's hands released your hip, but he was leaning forward to follow you. His hand slid around your front to slip between your legs, his long fingers circling your clit, strumming, rubbing. His breath hot on your neck, he chuckled darkly when your hips started to move again; of their own volition, of course. You had no power over your body anymore. "You will." He stated it confidently, then pinched your clit carefully, with just the right amount of force, learned from years of loving you, to send you into orbit.

Your body, already on edge from the multiple adrenaline rushes of the evening, wrecked by the fucking of your life, oversensitive and overstimulated, erupted into a toe-curling, earth-shaking, life-altering orgasm. You'd never come this hard in your life, your vision going gray and stars exploding behind your eyes. You convulsed in pleasure, waves of ecstasy nearly rendering you unconscious.

You were too far gone to notice that you screamed Loki's name, but he noticed, and the sound had him coming in a flurry of stuttering hips and with a roar of triumph. Once his mind cleared from the intense pleasure of emptying himself into you as you came around him, he considered the problems he'd had with making you inaudible and wondered if there was any way the rings had managed to cover the sounds you’d made.

Bent over you, panting from both the exertion and the pleasure, he started laughing at the thought that the two of you might be caught because he couldn't keep his hands off you. The idea struck him as both ridiculously funny and ridiculously stupid.

When your ears stopped ringing, you became aware of Loki, chuckling in your ear, his hands moving tenderly to separate your bodies, leaning you gently on the desk when your knees went soft. His own knees weaker than he’d like to admit, he used his magic to put himself back together but pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the evidence of his passion from you. When he was finished, he vanished the cloth and helped redress you in the little shorts that he'd tossed to the floor.

Once that was done, he helped you stand up, shaking your skirt down around your thighs as he did so. To his smug satisfaction, you slid your arms around his neck to snuggle close, both in warm post-coital affection and to hold on to something solid. Your knees were still rubber, your body still vibrating from the echoes of pleasure. Loki slid his arms around you, beguiled by the softness of your embrace.

"We’re out of our minds," you murmured, your lips against the skin of his throat where you'd buried your face. "I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe I let you do that." You were awed at what you'd just done, what you'd invited, practically begged Loki to do to you. You were shocked, but there was no room for regret around the satisfaction. Despite your surprise at your daring, you couldn't deny a measure of smug was overshadowing any shame that wanted to rear its head.

Loki stooped to slide his arm behind your knees, lifting you up to carry you bridal style. He could tell by the way you clung to his neck that you'd need a little while to recover before you could dodge or run. He saw no reason to wait to take you home when he could just as easily carry you. Still too shaky to move quickly, you relaxed in his arms and didn't argue. It felt nice to be carried around like you weighed nothing.

Loki moved through the office until he was at the back door, using his magic to unlock and open it as well as closing and locking it behind him. Once in the alleyway, he walked quickly through the back streets, weaving with feline grace around the guards still searching for you. The spells that surrounded you continued to do their work, the only stress the sheer number he had to avoid. Invisible didn't mean someone wouldn't notice a touch and the people who sought you were looking for magic.

After a couple of near misses that sent your heart rate climbing and had you pressing close to Loki, tucking yourself in as much as possible, you were close to the beach, and escape. You'd whispered an offer to walk again when the two of you had been a little isolated for a moment, but he'd refused with a silent shake of his head and you hadn't spoken again. Once you were on the path back to the orange sandy beach, Loki's arms lost their tension, though he made no move to set you on your feet.

When you were alone once more, the danger behind you as your pursuers kept their eyes on the city where they believed they had you trapped, Loki bent his head to yours, taking your mouth in a kiss both tender and sweet. "I was afraid he would make you shy away from a touch," he murmured against your mouth, his eyes liquid on yours, "even mine. When you came into my arms as you always do, I had to have you." He smiled, a little sheepish, and your heart sighed. "I cannot explain it."

You tilted your head to rest it against his shoulder, looking up at him with your heart in your eyes, adoration naked on your face and making his heart pound. "Sometimes, I can’t refuse you. Even when we're in mortal danger." You smiled back, equally sheepish, but clearly more comfortable with the vulnerability. No matter how much time you'd spent together, how much you'd done together, how much you'd done to be together, Loki could not seem to make his peace with it. You shrugged, acceptance something you'd found along the way. "I can’t explain it either."

"I am grateful," Loki replied with a resigned laugh and a smirk. "If I must have a weakness, I insist that it be mutual." The two of you fell into an easy silence as you reached the top of the cliffs you'd traveled through to get to this planet. Loki took another path down and around, mulling over the events of the evening. Though he hadn't been able to show you everything he'd intended here, the last part had been about making love to you, about making you scream in pleasure.

Though it hadn't been how he had intended, in the luxury suite of one of the hotels, with warm wine to muddy your mind and warm oil massaged into your skin to dazzle your senses, he'd still made you scream his name. The memory gave him that ever so rare sensation of satisfaction and Loki was trying to sear it into his mind so he'd never forget what you sounded like at that moment. A wide, smug smile spread over his face as he considered the fact that he had warm wine and oil back in his personal dimensional palace.

"What are you grinning about?"

The question was soft and amused, rich with love, and hit Loki's ear like honey. He gave in to the emotion and let it shine out of him. "I'm amazed that we didn't get caught. When you screamed my name, I thought they had us."

You tilted your head back to look at his face and burst out laughing at the self-satisfied arrogance all over him. You couldn’t properly poke at him for being proud of himself, too happy by far. You had to admit, you'd never screamed like that before. You tightened your arms to pull yourself close enough to nuzzle his neck with affection as he reached the cliff with the portal.

"I’d tell you to wipe that smug look off your face," you said with a little shake of your head, unsurprised when Loki didn't set you down even now, "but I suppose you have a right to it for once."

Loki grinned wolfishly as he waved his hand at the sigils only you could see, and a portal home opened with a whoosh of sound and a flash of light. "I wonder," he purred, his eyes firing with desire, "do you have to be in mortal danger to climb to such heights?" You gaped at him, your mind racing with the possibilities he was hinting at. "Let's find out."

With that, he moved through the portal to take you to bed. He had new experiments to run.

Part Twenty Coming Soon!!

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It’s The Avengers (04x06)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 06: Someone’s Acting Sus

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: that there is no fluff content...just an ominous sound of some mystery

Word Count: it’s all fun and games to do a solo road trip in your car till your body starts suffering from migrane because it ain’t used to you driving for three hours. Still fun tho.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

Natasha sat on the bar top, her legs resting on either side of the marble top as she sipped her morning kale smoothie and eyed Loki suspiciously. The God sat at the corner table on the rooftop bar, scribbling something in his little pocket notebook.

Natasha's voice: I know something's up...

The shot cut to Loki being handed a note from Peter as they crossed each other at the poolside, the camera automatically turning to the small crowd lounging in the background and panning in for a moment to find a familiar redhead buried in a book that eyed the God till he was out of sight. 

I know Loki has been hiding something ever since he and y/n got back from their space trip.

The frame was cut to older footage of you and Loki returning home. Everyone was celebrating your return home with you standing in the middle of the lounge, your hand suddenly reaching for your forehead. Your fingertips tried to press on this one spot repeatedly while you smiled at everyone and heard how they had been watching you throughout your journey.  Loki saw you. And the camera was catching Natasha seeing Loki seeing you with some hint of concern. The God reached into his coat pocket and took out a little pouch. Not realising he was being watched by the world's most dangerous spy, he reached for a glass behind the counter of the kitchenette and poured the powdered contents of the pouch before filling it with water. The water was clear within five stirs and Loki practically ordered you to drink it.  Natasha was disappointed more than surprised when no one noticed it when she exchanged a look with the camera.

Natasha: *swivels her chair and turns her pen in her fingers* Ever since their trip, Loki has grown more cautious. *tilts her head a little* he was cautious before, of course, but this time he is cautious with intentions that do not seem docile. 

Another footage from a few weeks ago came up. Natasha, Scott, Steve and Sam were debating about a good bagel place on their way to the training hall. "I still think Bagels Bagels Bagels is on the t-" All three stopped in their tracks, a little surprised, a little confused and a little impressed.  The camera following the three shifted past them to watch Loki doing push-ups with three-hundred-kilo dumbbells. One round of chest pumps, one of the glutes, and the last round of cable fly before repeating the sets again. “Did one of you say something to him?” Sam whispered to his counterparts, his eyes not moving off the God. Scott shook his head before furrowing his brows. “Then why is he suddenly into bodybuilding?” “Maybe he watched the Bachelorette?” “He must have been inspired by one of those animated series you guys watch. One of those Dragon Balls.” “Somebody must’ve spiked his drink this morning with some pro-anxiety pills.” Scott was about to say something when all three men and the camera turned to look at Natasha. The Blackwidow looked straight ahead; no leakage of pretence or doubt.  “Very specific turn of events,” Scott mumbled, still not getting any reaction from her.  “Hey Loki,” Natasha shouted, taking her workout partners by surprise, “what’s up with all the workout.” The dumbbells hit the ground with a reverberating thud. “Not strong enough,” he growled between long breaths before moving on to another machine. 

Natasha: He had defeated almost all threats wherever he'd been on his space trip. And yet he was thinking he wasn't strong enough. He was telling the truth with those anxiety pills. *camera pans in to her resting bitch face* Or...whatever he was high on. I'm just guessing. *slowly blinks and looks at the camera with a smooth warning stare*

He is alert most of the time like a lost kitten The footage of the lounge showed Loki sitting on the couch, seriously watching the feed of the space events, while Scott snored right next to him. You and Steve were sitting in the back corner at the dining table going through your assignment when a thud on the lounge window made the God stand up and turn around with his fists blazing in green and golden light.  Steve half stood up from his seat to find out Peter had miscalculated the inertia of the new web material and landed on the window while experimenting with his suit on the facility grounds in Bruce and Hope's company. Even Steve was surprised to see the God in a fighting stance. "It's just Peter." You strained your neck to watch Loki from where you sat, equally surprised. Scott still snored, unaware of his surroundings.

And then there was the one time with Y/N Another footage of the nighttime in the lounge. You sat with your laptop on the couch, doing your assignment. Loki sat next to you, watching the feed on the big screen with the same seriousness as before. The big screen showed you sleeping on the ship while Loki flew the vessel away from Knowhere. The God got up and went to the kitchenette to get himself some water.  As he took a step to come back to his seat, you did a big stretch and let out the eeriest growl-cum-scream before going back to work. The God stood there frozen, the water still in his mouth, a layer of fear covering his features that relaxed only when you told him to get you water too.

He has watched Y/N do worse things.  Footages run one by one of the times you have yawned in front of him; burped worse than a boomer while he sat next to you unfazed. The time you farted in his direction while watching a movie on the couch as he took the nearest cushion and fanned the air away from him, his eyes still glued to the screen. The time you worked all day to make your signature lava cakes for Pepper's cravings; and then you had walked into Loki's room in a sleepy daze and fallen on his bed without a word while he sat on the other side reading. No words had been spoken till the God realised you snored worse than Thor. He threw a duvet over you to cancel out the noise.

Natasha: *sipping on her boba tea* He is either scared of Y/N or is having some sort of mild panic attacks. *shrugs* I mean, given his history that is something he would definitely suffer from but what does that have to do with Y/N. And why is Peter involved in this?

The camera cut to the footage of the night when everyone was packing for vacation. One could hear Scott shouting in the hallway asking if anyone had seen his travel-sized bag of toiletries. You were looking for Wanda to ask if she wanted you to keep the curling iron or if her magic will do the hair for them. One camera was standing on the floor above, following Natasha towards the room at the other end of the facility. The door marked security was opened without much effort and the Blackwidow put a bag full of memory cards on the table in the middle.  "Do not say a word about this to Javier," she ordered the person behind the camera, "I know he too has not told you much." Sitting down, she turned on the table holograms and scattered the memory cards on the table before picking them up one by one according to the days marked on them. "Hey, Friday, I have a request to make. Do not tell a word about this to Tony." Friday blimped up in the room. "You do realise I am not allowed to keep anything from Mr Stark, Miss Romanoff." "Then think of it as a piece of information that could induce a panic attack for our beloved Mr Stark." There was a second of silence. "I wonder if anyone's told you how dangerously conniving you are, Miss Romanoff." Natasha smiled. "All the time. Now read up on these memory cards and tell me what's missing." Friday blimped again. "Already finished reading them. All of them have footage of Mr Loki, Miss Y/N and Mr Javier's adventure in space." Natasha waited a few moments before raising her hands in question.  "Anything missing? Any cuts, deleted scenes, overwritten feed?" "No. Everything is in place from Day zero to Day One hundred and twenty-three." Natasha slumped back in her chair, visibly disappointed for a second.  But not for long.  "That can't be right." "And why is that, Miss Romanoff?" Natasha got up from her seat and opened up the facility files on the table hologram under "Project Slice of Life". Scrolling through the camera cuts gathered there, she opened up the video for the day you arrived home from space. In the footage, Javier was sitting next to Peter by the kitchen island, showing him all the features of the alien tech.  "It doesn't seem like some regular alien stuff, Javi. This thing looks expensive." Peter beamed at the camera in his hand. Javier nodded. "I was scared at the thought of not having any devices to record," Javier signed, sighing with a big smile, "it would have been the longest one hundred and thirty-five days of my life." "Oh," Friday blimped in the background while Natasha's face glowed with a smirk, "looks like somebody forgot to turn in twelve days' worth of footage."

(I know this isn't your usual chapter content but we sorta needed this for the direction where the story is going and I didn't feel like the extra shots would've done it justice. )

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[ivybird]

It's always the quiet ones - Part two - You were right.

Paring: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

Summary: You don’t mess with the Queen.

Word Count: 971

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, guns, smoking, alcohol consumption, conversation of sexual assault, anger.

A/N: This one…this was hard to write hence why its a little shorter, but I’ve had this idea in my head for months and I’m a sucker for the “I saved her” trope. THIS SERIES IS 18+, MINORS DNI. Please comment, like, reblog and send me your feedback, it’ll be much appreciated. GIF isn’t mine! Thanks guys! I love you all.

Series Masterlist.

Three weeks. Three weeks Bucky had tracked her. Loki had been stationed at her favourite coffee house, Thor had been monitoring her cell and Sam had been strategically camping out outside of their home. Not a peep had been heard, no unusual activity, it was getting to the point where Bucky thought he imagined everything he saw in John’s house. Every time one of the prince’s had come back empty handed it took everything in his power to not shoot and scream at them to work harder. He knew something was wrong. He knew he had to save her, but from what he wasn’t sure.

That’s what lead him here. Alone in his office, a glass of bourbon sat neatly beside him, a lit cigarette tucked between his fingers and his head buried in his hands. He was going insane. There were papers strewn all over the mahogany, every detail about John, his past convictions, his work within the Mob, his parents, everything he could get his hands on. Then there were the papers about her. He learned she was charitable, kind, worked as a kindergarten teacher before Walker got his mitts all over her. She was as sweet as sugar-covered honey, a good girl who didn’t belong in this type of world. He was drowning in her and he didn’t want to come up for air.

A knock to the heavy door shoved him back into reality. “Come in”. His voice was so rough, it was like he hadn’t spoken in days. When there was no answer, just the click of the door, Bucky glanced up to see Sam crossing the threshold, Steve hot on his heels. “Please tell me you got somethin’, Sam”. Steve nudged his friend towards Bucky. “Yeah, uh. Last night, I was gonna call it quits ‘til I heard arguing”. Bucky straightened in his chair and took a long drag of his smoke. “It was muffled, but sounded like a normal tiff between lovers. That was until I heard screaming. It was piercing, Buck. If it was next to me, it woulda made my ears bleed. She was telling him no, begging him to stop whatever he was doing, but he just…. didn’t”.

Steve’s breathing was heavy behind Sam as Bucky stood and paced behind his desk. His hand scrubbed over his face, and he played with his beard. “Buck”. Steve’s call stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked his friend square in the eyes and Steve saw something in them he’d never seen before. Anger? Sadness? Pity? Guilt? He didn’t know…but it fucking scared him. “You were right, man”. A sound that rivalled something of a choked sob fell out of Bucky’s lips, his fingers gripped the back of his leather chair so hard they turned white. “We gotta do somethin’. I’m not leaving her there. We need to get her away from him”. Steve scoffed causing both men to glare at him. “What the hell are we gonna do, Bucky? Walk up to his front door and demand that he hands over his own fiancé?”. Bucky straightened and downed the rest of his drink. His friends eyed him warily, they’d never seen their king like this. “If that’s what it takes, Steve, yeah! I can’t leave her in that hell”.

They sat there for what felt like hours in silence, all three of them thinking of ways to get her out. The room smelt of smoke, whiskey, and cologne. There were bags under their eyes, their hair was mussed, their jackets were off, their sleeves rolled up. Bucky was about to tell them to go home, go to their families, but that’s when it hit him. In a week’s time his club was opening. “Guys. Fuck, I got it. Buchanan’s opens next week. I’ll find a way into Walker’s home, give him and Y/N the invitation personally as my guests…somehow through the night they get separated. If I can just get her alone and get her to tell me everything, I can take him down and get her away from him”.

His friends nodded but stayed quiet. After a few beats Steve leant forward slightly to draw Bucky’s attention. “You sure about this? You think it’ll work”. Bucky lit another smoke and nodded. “Course it will, Steve. Walker’s up my ass on a normal day, imagine what he’ll be like when the King invites him to his club opening as his guest”. Sam stood, picked up his jacket and made his way round to Bucky. “We’ll get her out, man. If this works, she’ll be safe, and you can take his head clean off”. Bucky looked up at Sam, his tired blue eyes searching Sam��s for any hint of doubt, but he couldn’t find any. “It’ll work. Go home, man. Your wife’s waiting for you. She’ll kill me if I keep you any longer”. That drew a chuckle from all three. “You too, Steve. Peg’ll shove a gun up my ass. Go”.

Bucky walked his friends to the door, them sharing jokes along the way about how their wives could put Bucky on his ass. They bid Sam goodbye, and stood at the threshold talking a while longer. “Get some sleep, Buck. You look like shit”. Bucky laughed, something he hadn’t done in weeks. “Wow, I love you too, Steve. Fuckin’ punk”. Steve climbed into his car and waved his friend goodbye. Bucky ate, showered, and dropped into bed. Tomorrow he was gonna give John that invitation. He was one step closer to getting her to safety…..and for the first time in weeks, Bucky slept, images of her filling his mind. This was going to turn into a war, but he didn’t care. She was the only thing that mattered.

He was the king and he’d be damned if anyone stood in his way.

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[djarinbabysnotes]

AO3 MASTERLIST

Please be mindful of the tags before you read my works. Thank you.

Marvel

Lucky ; Matt Murdock x GN Reader

If Matt's wishes were granted, he'd be lucky to find his lover next to him in the mornings.

Glitch ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

Matt thinks that his life must've glitched when he found her.

Two Pretenders: A drink. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

His victories seemed to last these days, but his victory of loving her was short-lived.

Matt Murdock asks her out for a drink to catch up, only to find that he hasn't moved on, and neither has she.

Two Pretenders: She's still pretending. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

A part of her wishes that he’d just never call again, maybe just disappear like he once did, to just focus on what mattered to him more.

Matt Murdock still lingers within her thoughts, and she wonders if he ever thinks of her in return.

Two Pretenders: He's still pretending. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

He noticed the calmness surrounding her this time around as if she wasn’t fazed by the sight of him anymore, like he was just a regular in her life. His heart dropped at the thought of it, the phase of being past it all.

Matt Murdock lets his guilt get to him, even if he yearns for something that he doesn't think he deserves anymore.

Two Pretenders: For the hope of it all. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

He was holding on to the bits and pieces of her, the last remnants of her that he was ever going to get. The realization of the fact that she was slowly retracting herself from his time was agonizing, to say the least, and every time she was around— It was like hell on earth, knowing that there was an obvious barrier that he wasn’t meant to cross anymore. Matt Murdock holds on to his last spark of hope, even if the distance between him and her has already reached the edge of having no hope at all— until she makes a choice.

I'll be thinking of you ; Steven Grant x GN Reader

Steven Grant is confused over a package that was sent under his name with no sender address. Who could it be?

It's Been A Long, Long Time ; Loki Laufeyson x AFAB Reader

During World War II, Reader has formed a good friendship with the God of Mischief... Until he disappeared.

Star Wars

Never-Ending ; Din Djarin x Fem Reader

"All the love that you have given to the wrong people will find its way back to you."

Longing ; Din Djarin x GN Reader

Reader is sick while Din Djarin has a bounty in Maldo Kreis.

A Familiar Feeling ; Din Djarin x GN Reader

Moments of Din Djarin being out of touch with his feelings, therefore being oblivious to the fact that he is falling in love.

Visions ; Din Djarin x GN Reader

Din's cyare wakes up from a nightmare. Domestic fluff ensues.

Awaiting His Return ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

It wasn't your place to tell him whether he could participate in dangerous missions or not. You're not General Organa. You're not his fellow Commander. You're not his mother.

You're just an average mechanic from the hangar, his shoulder to lean on after a long day of work, his little spoon, his lover.

Lately, you don't even know if the last statement is still true to him.

I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

Drunk reader bumps into the man they've been thinking about all night.

Who could ever leave me, darling? Who could stay? ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

You can't hide your emotions from Poe.

He knows you... All too well.

Birthday ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

Reader celebrates their birthday with Poe Dameron.

Narcos

Cruel Summer ; Javier Peña x AFAB Reader (ongoing series)

"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

He's Javier; A man with an unorthodox moral compass, a shitty sleeping schedule, and on top of it all, an agonizing addiction to alcohol, caffeine, and nicotine. He would be the last man on earth to be a candidate for a traditional matrimony. Everyone sees him without the rose-colored glasses, even after what happened with Escobar. They see him as a hero, but not exactly as a righteous man. Lately, his reputation has shifted into something entirely different.

I need you ; Javier Peña x GN Reader

You know that you could just admit it to yourself right now. You miss him more than you usually do.

And right now, you knew that it was quite selfish of you, but you had to.

When it feels personal ; Javier Peña x GN Reader

Javier Peña comes home after a terrifying experience with his job— and you were involved.

Forevermore ; Javier Peña x GN Reader

Javier's lover has been getting nightmares, even with their lives in post-Colombia.

More to come soon!

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[qandnoablog]

Dance (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Secrets

Pairing: Loki x TVA!Reader

Warnings: This is a spin-off based on my previous work Discovered (Marvel Imagine) and the TV series - Loki Please be sure to read my previous work (link below) as well as watch the show before continuing to both understand the story and not be spoiled!

Discovered (Marvel Imagine) - Part: [18], [17], [16], [15], [14], [13], [12], [11], [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1] Short story: [3], [2], [1]

Part: 11, [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1]

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/A - Your (TVA) Alias

Word Count: - 2,963

Summary: [Y/N], who has centered her whole life around the TVA, now encounters a man who proclaims himself to be a god. Her whole life as she knows it crumbles after meeting Loki. How is he so different from all the others the TVA had succeeded in erasing? And why? Why did [Y/N]’s heart stir every time he looked at her, as if peering into her very soul?

Note From Author: Hope you all like this part! I loved making it <3

Part 11 - Dance

Perhaps he was thinking about this too much.

Loki glanced at the growing pile of empty glasses that were slowly being cleared by the servers. It barely affected him at first, but now there was a faint buzz he felt in his system. Not enough to be drunk, but enough to feel the weight ease off his shoulders just a slight bit. He needed something to soothe the dull ache that wouldn’t go away in the deepest reaches of his heart.

He had left the table when he noticed that Sylvie had drifted off to sleep. No matter how much she fought it, she couldn’t win against her exhaustion. And maybe he shouldn’t have fought against it either. But… No matter how much he tried to escape his own thoughts, they still resurfaced like a pestering bug. Constantly feeding him things from his “future,” that he never seemed able to escape from since the moment he watched it.

“My name,” a voice almost dripping in honey said in the back of his mind the second he let his guard down. “What? You don’t remember it?”

Reaching for another proffered glass, he gulped down all its contents in one fell swoop. Still, it did little to silence the voice.

“[Y/N],” it resolutely reminded him. “My name is [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

Then, the same voice said something contradictory. It was the exact same voice, but the tone and presence was different.

“Not [Y/N],” she countered, an image of her now emerging in his mind, no longer just her voice. “I already told you. My name is [Y/A].”

He frowned and motioned for another drink.

“I told you,” her voice was still very sweet, but it was now dripping in venom. “I’m. Not. [Y/N]!”

“Then who are you?!” He demanded as his fist hit the bar counter top, startling the bartender.

Realizing his mistake, Loki apologized sheepishly to her before quickly taking the new drink and downing it again in one go. He held his head as the alcohol was taking painfully long to kick in. It wasn’t giving him a pleasant buzz, but instead helping his suppressed memories of [Y/N] resurface.

Loki couldn’t quite wrap his head around what to do when it came to her. He once wanted nothing more than to meet her again. Especially after all that he witnessed, he wanted to sit down with her. Have a proper conversation with her. Forget about his worries or life and just ask about her.

How long had she been stuck on Saakar before the two had met? What made her cry that day she was looking out the window on that planet? How did she meet the Avengers? Was she an Avenger? How did she meet Thor? Did she really not have any feelings towards his brother? And what happened to her hands? Did it hurt? And, most of all… Was she happy? Even… Even without him by her side?

But all these questions were meaningless to the [Y/N] he was with now.

This [Y/N] had no memories of the [Y/N] he had witnessed in the lobby of Stark Tower. She even viewed herself as an entirely different person, being offended at being compared to the other. She insisted on being called a different name, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. If he did, it was like admitting that this truly wasn’t the [Y/N] he desperately wanted to get to know. If he did, what of his feelings then? Was what he was feeling a lie?

But he knew he felt something towards this [Y/N], even if she insisted he was mistaken. He knew, because deep down he wanted to know everything there was to know about her. Regardless of her time with the TVA, or her training, he wanted to know about her as a person.

Did she know Mobius? Were they friends? Which office did she work in? Has she ever met any incarnations of himself, like now? How did she feel after meeting them? Did she try to protect them like she tried to protect him?

Now that question made his eyebrow twitch and he quickly had to move on before lingering on that thought.

Has she ever been to Asgard? Had she seen how beautiful it was when the sun hit the castle just right? Has she ever experienced the parties they would throw after a grand victory? The music that would play? The never-ending dance that everyone would join into? And had she met his mo… The queen? If not, would she like to one day?

His mind wandered so far, that his grip over his illusionary uniform faded. But no one really noticed. They were all paying attention to themselves, not to anyone else. And neither did he. He was so lost in thought, pondering all these questions, that he didn’t have time to notice. But someone did. Someone realized it the moment it wore off, and suffice to say they were not pleased.

~

[Y/N] couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing.

When the illusion cast around her was dispelled, she quickly turned back the way she came. Thank goodness she wasn’t around other people, because she would not be able to explain what was going on. She was expecting all sorts of things that might’ve resulted in the illusion failing. Perhaps Loki and Sylvie couldn’t take it anymore and were fighting again. Or maybe they blew their cover and were going against the guards. Or perhaps they were discovered by the TVA and were already captured.

So many possibilities… But nothing could’ve prepared her for this.

There, at the same booth she left the two, Sylvie lay fast asleep. And Loki? He was nowhere to be found. She knew he was still on the train, given that they needed the Ark to charge the TemPad, but she felt a migraine forming as she thought of how she would look for him while not drawing attention to herself.

That’s when something else gave her a surprise.

“Back already?” A smooth voice whispered into her ear.

She whirled around, her instincts kicking in, and grabbed the collar of the person who stood right behind her, nearly tackling him to the ground. That’s when she saw who it was. Who had the nerve to sneak up on her during this situation.

“Loki,” she grumbled, still holding him by the collar, “what do you think you’re doing?”

He held his hands up in a teasing display of defeat, but hidden behind that suave smile of his was shock.

Loki hadn’t expected [Y/N] to be back so soon, but when he saw her rush through those doors, adorned in her TVA uniform, he realized what had happened. Looking down at himself, he confirmed that his magic was no longer at work. It wouldn’t have really mattered to him too much, if he didn’t see the panic that was evident on [Y/N]’s face.

A guilty pang stabbed lightly at his already aching heart. But then another thought surfaced, burying that feeling with another. Curiosity.

He recalled the thing his “future” self loved to do. And he, too, wanted to revel in it first-hand. He wanted to see how [Y/N] would react if he, just like his “future” counterpart, whispered in her ear. Would she be startled and jump up? Would her face take on a slight hint of pink from embarrassment? Would he love it just as much as “future” him did?

But reality was truly different.

How was he to know just how long [Y/N] was trained to do field work for the TVA? How was he to know that the “future” [Y/N] he had seen in the “Sacred Timeline,” never had any formal training? And how was he to know that if he snuck up on [Y/N] who had military-esche practices ingrained into her for who-knows-how-long, she would choose fight over flight?

What really made him stunned, though, was how he took that difference. A part of him worried that this might happen. That she would be different from the [Y/N] he had only the briefest encounters with. That he would inevitably be disappointed. But… There was no disappointment to be found. Only… Relief?

While Loki pondered this unforeseen emotion, [Y/N] was impatiently waiting for an answer. And seeing how he had gotten lost in thought, as well as a nearly emptied glass in his hand, she put two-and-two together.

“Are you drunk?” [Y/N] questioned, finally letting him go, with a look of utter disbelief spread across her face.

Now that got his attention.

“You’re drinking on the job?”

She couldn’t believe her eyes. [Y/N] knew the consequences of alcohol, as it was a rule that they were not even supposed to touch such drinks while on a mission, but to think that this man would-

Wait… [Y/N] took a moment to readjust her thoughts. Can Frost Giants get drunk? Asgardians have a high alcohol tolerance, but… What was it about Frost Giants again?

“How many did you two have?” [Y/N] asked as she glanced at the booth that Sylvie slept on.

Not a trace of alcohol could be seen.

Loki could see the disappointment evident on her face. Truth be told, he did have a lot. It was indeed much more than any of the passengers could handle. But it wasn’t enough to cloud his thoughts. Only give him a nice buzz. However, that didn’t change the fact that [Y/N]’s already low opinion of him was drastically getting lower.

But what could he do? What could he say? The glass in his hand, the smell of his breath. Everything screamed that he had indeed been drinking. How was he supposed to know that [Y/N] would disapprove? Did his “future” self know this? Was he not paying enough attention during their “future” moments on Saakar? Did she drink during the Grand Master’s parties?

The more he thought, the more jumbled his mind became. And the more distracted he was, the more [Y/N] contributed this to the alcohol. She couldn’t even look at him anymore. Not with the situation being so serious.

Noticing her turning away from him, and with alcohol still very much in his system, Loki panicked.

“Dance with me.”

[Y/N]’s head whirled to face him so fast that he was worried she’d get whiplash.

“What?”

She couldn’t believe her ears. And deep down, she really did hope she heard him wrong. Maybe he said something else, and she failed to register it with the bustling of the other passengers. So she gave him the benefit of the doubt, with more confusion written on her face than the anger bubbling underneath.

Loki, on the other hand, couldn’t believe his own words. Where had that come from? Was it because just earlier he was thinking about if she had ever been to Asgard? Experienced their celebrations? Danced with the other warriors? What was he doing?

“What did you just say?” She repeated, hoping that she really did hear incorrectly.

But Loki was already too lost in his own thoughts now. They were no longer thinking at the same wavelength. He, now, registered her question with a memory from his first experience at the TVA. Recalling a different agent he had only had the pleasure of meeting twice during his whole time there. The one who had lived his whole life behind a desk. Casey.

“Dance,” Loki repeated, motioning his hand towards the band to get them to play a tune. “You do know what dancing is, right?”

He really hoped she did, but also hoped that it wasn’t because she had danced with someone else. Maybe he didn’t want her to know what it was after all. Just the thought of her in the arms of another, regardless of man or woman, annoyed him to no end. But if she hadn’t… Would she allow him to teach her?

“You’re confused,” [Y/N] sighed, snapping him from his delusions. “You’re confused about the situation you’re in. We are not here to have fun. We are not here for games. We are here to escape, remember? To survive. This isn’t the time-”

“One song,” Loki interrupted as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in closer. “One dance.”

Before she could resist, he called for everyone to join.

The other passengers were already intrigued with this strange pair, and with the lively music that swung into play, the room quickly came alive. [Y/N] had missed her chance to escape his clutches, as she realized that the more people watched them, the more attention they would draw if she fought back.

And so, [Y/N] was stuck in one of the worst traps possible. The trap of societal convention. She had to begrudgingly accept her fate as Loki swung her to-and-fro. Her body twisted and turned alongside him, his expertise in navigating the crowd slightly getting her attention. Her eyes trailed down to her feet, unable to focus on anything else as she tried to not trip over anything and make a complete embarrassment of herself.

“I guess that’s one question answered,” he quietly murmured as he brought her ever closer.

“What?” She asked, not looking up from the ground.

“You’ve definitely never danced before,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling to her own body.

She should’ve felt offended, but when she looked up at him to counter, she noticed his expression. The way he looked at her… It seemed like he needed this. As if one worry had lessened on his mind. Her irritation vanished almost instantly, so she decided to let the matter drop. And besides, it was the truth. Where in the world would she have even taken the time to dance? Definitely not back at the TVA.

“It’d be my pleasure to teach you, if you’d allow me.”

“Hmmm,” she mused, pretending to think about the offer.

Strangely, it was tempting. She didn’t know why she would even want to learn to dance. It wasn’t practical. There would never be a need to use it while on a mission. But when he offered, a part of her begged to accept. Still, she was more rational and silenced the voice.

“I’ll take a rain check on that.”

With that, it should’ve been a smooth transition to leave the dance floor. To edge away from all the attention. The music had certainly slowed down enough for her to leave. But, her dance partner had other thoughts in mind.

The room spun as she was pulled back into his arms. Suddenly, at a speed she couldn’t quite comprehend, he held her gently as she was dipped with her back facing the floor. During the movement, her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders and his arms held her around her waist. It wasn’t to the point where her back was strained, as he supported most of her weight, but she could barely process what just happened in this brief second.

“One dance,” Loki reminded her, with a soft smile and a look that pulled at her heart. “One song.”

Unable to refuse, as if in a daze, she danced with him once more. This time, she didn’t resist. She followed his lead, and soon she began to pick up the rhythm. Although this was her first time dancing, her body was well-trained to adapt. Soon, she swayed to the beat and was expertly moving along with his steps, no longer looking only at the ground. She began to predict where his feet would go, and she in turn moved along.

Her mind no longer focused on how to move, but instead on her partner. On how he was so poised and balanced, even while intoxicated. On how his breathing was smooth, even when they were moving so much. So her frustrations quickly turned to curiosity. And curiosity eventually lead the way to mischief.

“My turn,” she warned, an evil glint in her eye, as she caught Loki by surprise.

Her foot moved just a bit faster than the music, so subtle that only a trained eye would be able to capture the change, and she took that moment to forcefully step right where she predicted his foot would go. Unfortunately, she smiled in triumph too soon. What she didn’t take into account was that Loki was also well trained. Perhaps for longer than she was trained in the TVA.

Loki expertly dodged her attempts, but she wasn’t deterred by the failure. The two went back and forth, [Y/N] always on the offensive and Loki always defensive. Whenever a chance arose, she would extend her foot and he would move out of the way. They were almost waltzing together, in a chaotic yet synchronized way.

She couldn’t deny it. [Y/N] was beginning to genuinely enjoy this. Although she couldn’t say the same thing for any dance, this one in particular was… It was the most fun she had in a long, long time. Perhaps the first, if she could remember that far.

It was almost like they were the only ones in the room. Like everyone else was gone and only the music could be heard. Like they were the only ones that existed in this space.

A laugh escaped [Y/N] when Loki twirled her once more. She had forgotten the mission and even her small acts of revenge. Now, she was just enjoying this moment of peace. And Loki… He was enraptured by her smile. For once, he was not overlapping her with “[Y/N].” No, right now, all he could see was her. And only her.

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Author’s Side Note: Honestly, the inspiration for this part came from this YouTube clip of Tom Hiddleston’s waltz scene from another movie: [link]. It’s not a perfect description of the scene, but I hope you liked it!

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Thanks for the tags @joyful-enchantress & @loopsisloops! Love you besties 💖💛

What's your name? Allison (well okay it's actually Stevania/Stephanie. Allison's my 2nd name. it's a whole thing let's not get into it)

Your sun sign? - Leo 🦁

The last song you listened to? - Hymn for Her by Ames (i finished the summoned pt2 smut so this was expected lol)

What are you wearing right now? - a green tee from American Eagle and pajama bottoms with a print of hot chocolate and candy cane hearts (chortles in 'all wrapped up')

Piercings? - just the earlobes

Tattoos? - none but hoping to get one when my skin finally surrenders its years long battle with me and clears up 🙃🫡

Glasses? Contacts? - Glasses yes, but they're just for blue light and UV because looking at screens too long without them make my head hurt 🥲✌️

Last drink? - Black coffee

Last thing you ate? - KFC chicken and mashed potatoes

Any pets? - None bc building doesn't allow it 🥲 (i have a stupid amount of stuffed toys though and sometimes i bring them to work with me)

Do you have a crush on anyone? - IRL no because my personal life has a pitiful shortage of attractive people 🥲 celeb crushes…Tom Hiddleston (i know, shocker), Robert Pattinson, Mark Fischbach (wow that's a name i haven't mentioned in a hot minute), Taylor Swift, Suki Waterhouse

Favorite fictional characters? - hoo boi we're gonna be here a while… Loki (specifically Sacred Timeline Loki), Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sara Sidle, Arya Stark, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Katherine Pierce, Rose Tyler, Clara Oswald, Jessica Jones, Temperance Brennan, Ichabod Crane…i'm definitely forgetting a lot but that's everyone off the top of my head

A movie you think everyone should watch? - Crimson Peak (dad if you're reading this imagine me shaking my fist at you), Beauty and the Beast (the animation not the live action)

A book you think everyone should read? - for the lovers of Marvel and smut…the Shattered Isles series by Jade Presley; for everyone else…The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The last place you traveled? - Pangasinan, Philippines

Something you are looking forward to? - in the immediate future…finishing up summoned pt2 and starting on some more request stories, starting on RTC Season 1B (and also 'crimson threads'), chipping away at my miles long Books TBR and Tumblr TBR because lemme just tell you it's ridiculous right now in the more distant future…hopefully finally finishing my poetry book and having it out in the world but that's a long way from happening, moving to a better place, and still writing stories…always still writing stories. as long as i'm making stories i'm happy lol

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#tag game

[abbatoirablaze]

MSI-Strip It Down, Chapter 4

Word Count: 583

“Wh-what do you mean I don’t have a reservation?” Jake asked, as though it were the most obvious question ever.  The hostess bit her lip and shrugged, “I specifically made this reservation last week.  I-I-“

“Jake…it-it’s okay…”

Jake looked back to the woman he’d been trying to impress the whole night.  Aubrey had put a hand on his shoulder and was trying to reassure him that it was fine, but he only felt like he was letting her down.

“I-I made the reservation, I swear!” he said with finality as he looked from her back to the hostess, “c-can you check again?”

“Are you sure you got the day right?” she asked sadly. 

Jake bit his lip.

Suddenly he hadn’t felt so sure about his decisions, “I-I think so.”

The girl flipped through the pages for a moment before sighing, “Jensen…party of two…Mr. Jensen you made the reservation for next week…”

Jake paled.  Embarrassment flooded his veins.

Until he heard the smallest of giggles from beside him. 

Aubrey was stifling the giggles behind her hand.

“I-I can get the two of you to-go menus if you’d like.”

“That would be wonderful, Bethany…thank you!” Aubrey smiled, looking to Jake.  He felt a heavy sigh leaving his lips once more and Aubrey leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “hey…don’t get upset…if anything this means we can forget dinner on your counter and you can give me a private house tour a little earlier than expected.

A blush rose onto his cheeks as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“I-uh…I share an apartment with Loki, Mischief, and their kid…I doubt it’s a romantic hotspot…could we-uh, go back to your place?”

“Okay!” she smiled softly, “whatever you want, Jake.”

Jake couldn’t help but gaze longingly at the woman that he’d made love to a few hours ago.  Her skin had this endless glitter to it that made it seem like she was made of literal gold.  A sad longing in the pit of his stomach erupted as she sighed in her sleep.

“Jake!”

Jake groaned as he came, his fingers instinctively lacing with hers as his balls emptied inside of her.  His hips thrust one last time and he faltered; his hips giving out as he gave her every last part of himself.  Her legs wrapped around him, keeping him pressed impossibly close as she rode out her own orgasm. 

His lips captured hers and the passion found another bridge between the coupled pair. 

Their tongues worked in tandem. 

Her hips rolled before her lower half shook, convulsing in the aftershocks of their passion. 

“Oh fuck!” he moaned, his head falling forward as he broke the kiss.  Aubrey giggled and Jake peppered her face in a series of kisses, “t-that was amazing…”

“Mmmm.” She hummed in agreement. 

“I want to stay like this forever!”

Jake looked at the clock, frowning when he noticed the time. 

2:13 AM. 

As quietly as he could, he slipped out of the bed and back into his clothes, before swiping his keys, wallet, and phone off the nightstand.

With a heavy heart, he left the bedroom, being sure to close the door as quietly as possible behind himself.  Making his way down the hall, he was surprised to see Johnny drinking a beer, sitting on the counter.

“Dipping out on her?”

Jake paled, “I-uh-“

“Grab a spot, Jensen….we’re gonna have a talk,” Johnny said firmly as he took a sip, “just the two of us.”

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Fireworks (Loki x OFC)

AN: Fancy meeting you here. A fic? From me? Who would have thought. Please forgive the quality and the short length, it's written on a whim in a hour and a half. But it felt *right* to return to writing and to posting (Hopefully) with one last published work to say goodbye to 2022 and welcome in 2023.

Summary: Miranda misses out on the New Years festivities and their first planned event as a couple, instead being banished to the couch with flu. Loki is left to figure out how to make it right.

pairing: Loki x OFC Series rating: E Series warnings: Sickness, fluff

Kofi

Fireworks

Her throat hurt and fever burned through her. Though she was under what had to be a small mountain of blankets, shivers racked her body. Sweat dripped through her hair as she lay on the couch, glaring at the bottle of water sitting on the table.

She wasn’t supposed to be drinking water and broth tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be sipping soup or laying on the couch.

She was supposed to be in a sea of glittering lights. Champagne should have been flowing from crystal glasses. Appetizers and tasting plates should have been delighting her taste buds.

It was her party, damn it, and it pissed her off to miss it. At the lake, everyone was gathered to ring in the New Year. She slaved over planning the party. It would have been their first event as a couple and now it was ruined.

Bitter tears stung at her eyes as she stifled a cough. There wasn’t even enough energy left in her to properly cry, a fact that somehow made the hurt all the worse.

“Miranda?” His voice was smooth and soft, almost lost in the sound of the cabin door closing behind him.

A groan was her only answer. She didn’t want to talk to him, to see him.

“Did I wake you?” He was closer now, making his way toward her.

“It’s whatever.” The words were muffled by the blankets.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, coming around the back of the couch.

Soft green eyes gazed down at her. The warm light of the fire danced on the black waves of his hair. The firelight gave everything about him a warmth that was usually missing.

“It doesn’t matter.” She snapped. “It’s not like we can make it to the party even if I magically didn’t have flu anymore.”

“We can have another party.” Long fingers smoothed back her hair.

“Leave me alone.” She tried to sink deeper into the blankets.

He left her, just as she had asked. Walking across the room, he opened the curtains and let in the moonlight. It did nothing to soothe her mood.

“If it’s not the party, what is it?” He asked, not turning to face her. “Have I done something?”

“It’s New Year’s Eve.” She said as if that answered everything.

To him however, it answered nothing.

“Celebrating such is a big event for humans?” Loki made his way to the couch kneeling next to her. “And you’re missing out. We can celebrate ourselves when you’re well. We can have whatever treats you desire.”

“But it’s not the same.” She knew it was childish but she couldn’t help it.

“Why not? What about it, other than the date, would not be the same.”

“No fireworks.” She mumbled the words, hidden in the mountain of blankets. Shame fueled tears dripped from her eyes. “I won’t be able to see the fireworks from here.”

“We’re too far away?” Loki turned his attention out the window. “Where do they light from?”

“By the lake.” She flopped her arms down after scrubbing the tears from her eyes in frustration. This was a dumb thing to be crying over. It wasn’t anyone’s fault she was sick, after all.

“Human fireworks are too small to see well from this distance.” Loki hadn’t expected that. Asgardian fireworks were large and grand. They would have still been a magnificent show at this distance.

“Right.” She didn’t know about Asgardian fireworks or any other sorts. “They’re my favorite part.”

“Sit up.” He ordered, nudging her.

She struggled to sit while he took a place on the couch where her head had been.

“Lay down.”

“I’m so gross right now.” She whined even as she melted into his lap at the gentle pressure of his hand.

“You’re everything but.” Cool fingers ran through her hair. Though she felt like she was freezing, the cool from his lap and fingers felt good against her hot skin. Fevers had always felt confusing to her.

“Look out the window.” Loki’s breathing had slowed as he directed his will and her focus.

Outside the window, the snow and sky were alight with flashes of colors. The pops of distant explosions were muffled by the illusion, a choice he made to protect her ears. Reds, Blues, yellows and purples exploded across the sky in different patterns.

“It’s beautiful.” She whispered.

“I can’t take you to see the fireworks here, nor can I replace them for you. They’re not real and no one else can see them but they’re just for you- They’re the last Asgardian fireworks I had seen.”

“You’re making them from memory?” She was enthralled with the dancing explosions.

“A memory I’d share with none other than you, my Love.”

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[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary : Loki tries to take his mind off you but it's impossible when you're all he sees all the time.

Warning : Harsh language, mention of neglect and abuse, physical abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, Reader is skinny but strong, implied smut.

Loki didn't stop you when you abruptly got up and stormed out of his room, it wasn't his place to do so. He shouldn't even have fed you with his own hands like a mamabear but he couldn't help it. Now that he thought about it he hardly ever saw you eating in the last two days, even during the flight, you just had fruit juices and half a sandwich.

"Trouble, she's a trouble, she's a job, stop thinking about her and focus on Paris"

He mumbled to himself while he finished his dinner, then he brushed his teeth, and sprawled down on his bed. He wanted to get a few hours of sleep before he'd have to wait on hands and toes for you next morning.

You went back to your room and smashed a vase or two, how dare he feed you as if he cared about you? Nobody did but he had the damn audacity to pretend. Who the hell did he think he was? Just a Bodyguard, that's all he'll ever be.

You took out your frustration on one more vase before you decided to sleep.

Next day when you woke up, you got ready to get to the gym, you had one at your dad's house but then it had everything and you'd never step a foot out of the house if you were doing everything here. You stepped on the weight scale and it was two pounds over where you needed it to be, you were supposed to judge a beauty pageant next week, courtesy of your dad and you had to be in your best shape for the appearance purposes. Maybe cutting down on all that alcohol will help.

As you opened the door, Loki was already waiting for you.

"Do you live in this suit?" You chuckled and he followed you. You had a black tracksuit on, huge sunglasses on your face while you had the duffle bag hanging delicately in the crook of your elbow.

"Where are we off to Miss?" He asked you once you two stepped out of the mansion, he placed his palm on the small of your back and surveyed his surroundings like a hawk. Now that you looked at him he indeed looked like a hawk.

"Gym, Thor Odinson's gym, The Vikings, ever been there?" You asked him and he shrugged. Of all the places in the world it had to be Thor's gym. You got inside the car as he opened the door for you, then he strutted towards the other side and sat next to you.

"Aren't you supposed to sit in the front, Mister Hotshot?"

"No mam, I am your personal bodyguard and I'm supposed to be in close proximity at all times" you smirked and scooted closer to him.

"Oooh how close, should I sit on your lap?" You pulled your glasses off and he rolled his eyes before he scooted away from you.

"What are we waiting for?" He asked the driver and the driver looked at you

"Ahhh my drink, my assistant Wanda is bringing my coffee, would you like one too?" You asked him and he shook his head. You put your glasses back on and soon Wanda came running so you pulled the window down and grabbed it. As soon as you took a sip you groaned

"Wanda, does it have sugar? I specified three times..no sugar" you could see that she was starting to freak out so you gave the drink back to her. He scrunched his forehead at the attitude. Daddy's little Princess.

"Let's go Adrian"

You ordered your driver and the car started moving, there was a security team ahead of you in a vehicle and another one following behind you. As soon as you reached the gym you started to workout and you could see the other girls eyeing your hot bodyguard as if they wanted to eat him.

Your eyes met with Loki from the mirror view and he quickly looked the other way. You knew he was checking you out, you have worked very hard to get this body, especially since your mama really spoiled you as a kid. Once a foodie always a foodie but it wasn't good for your dad's image, god forbid if he had an overweight daughter.

You sent a text to Thor, he was your personal trainer. Thor Odinson, three times UFC champion was your trainer, your dad literally could afford everything except the one thing you needed the most. Thor was out on a trip so after thirty minutes on the treadmill you made your way towards the weight section.

"Hey spot me, my trainer isn't here"

You told Loki and he stood behind while you prepared yourself to lift in front of the squat rack.

Loki was impressed, you were lifting above your weight and he was surprised that the fragile princess was even into weightlifting. You didn't stop there, you did three sets of deadlifts, then hamstring curls, after that you did hip thrusts, he had to look away because the movement seemed obscene and he was starting to get really bad thoughts about his client.

"90 kgs? That is impressive" he mumbled so you smiled at him, your breaths were heavy from the exertion.

"Mmm so 200 lbs is 90 kilograms? Good to know..by the way I'm just warming up " You mumbled while you rested between sets and he chuckled.

Once you were done you took a shower and he didn't allow anyone to go in while you were in there. You upped the weight today and you knew your muscles will be sore tomorrow.

After showering you changed into the jeans and simple black tee you got with you and he again stuck to you like bees on honey. You did want him to stick on you, but in entirely different ways. After gym you made him spin circles around you as he tried to keep up with your window shopping. One dress, you needed one dress but it took you 4 hours as you moved from one high end expensive store to another. He scoffed, rolled his eyes and that only made you want to irk him further.

You have changed a million times already, you kept showing him the dress as you twirled around for him, there was a hint of childish innocence radiating off you that he only saw in moments like these. He didn't want to gawk but then he did find you pleasing to look at, you finally decided on a simple white party dress that he never would have picked for you.

"What is the price of this dress?" You asked Sandy, she always attended you in the Prada store, she looked at the tag as soon as she heard you.

"8k mam"

"Ahhh bill it for 10k like you always do and I want the return in cash" Loki chuckled as you said that.

As she left to get the dress billed you crossed your arms.

"What's so funny?"

"Stealing from your own father? Very classy of you Miss y/n" you walked closer to him as he was sitting on the couch. You placed your palms on the head of the couch right next to his own head and leaned into him.

"Says the one who charges three times more than he should from the same man"

"At Least I work, you're just a spoiled little princess wasting her daddy's hard earned money" you bit on your cheeks at the remark.

"And you're just a glorified pathetic security guard, stay in your line" he smirked so you pulled away from him. He wasn't wrong though. You were stealing off him.

Once you got the dress you went back to the mansion, there was a horde of people coming in and out of your room as they did your hair and makeup so he stayed in the room with you and only stepped out once you had to change. Not that you wouldn't do it in front of him, once you were all prepped he walked you to the party in the lounge. He stayed around you and didn't let you get out of his sight. There was a man in the party and he kept looking at you, then a few minutes later he grabbed your hand and you took him back to your room.

He had to follow you and stand outside your room while you moaned like a whore. The uncomfortable bulge in his trousers made him groan internally, he wanted to disappear but he couldn't. Luckily that man didn't take long so you decided to go back to the party, then he saw Paris, she was serving drinks to the guests so he smiled cheekily and she returned it.

Yes, he should focus on her, she wouldn't get him in trouble.

"Hello beautiful" he mumbled as she walked towards him and she blushed, her rosy cheeks and soft lips made him want to kiss her. It's been a long time since he has felt a feminine touch. A full week.

"Hello sir, are you enjoying your stay here?" She winked at him and he chuckled

"I enjoy being addressed that way only in certain situations darling and it's hell but now I'm thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad" His fingers brushed against her hand as he picked up the non-alcoholic beverage from the tray. Can't get drunk on the job.

Once she went back to her rounds he looked at you as Steve paraded you around like an arm candy. He maintained his distance when your fiance was around but then he looked at you two, you both were clearly arguing about something. The music was loud so he couldn't really hear the conversation that was heating up more and more every second. Steve grabbed your arm and took you outside the lounge. Loki shouldn't have followed you, he knew that. It was private, Steve was your fiance, your future husband but then Loki was your bodyguard and he had to keep you safe. That's why he followed you. That's exactly why he followed you.

He walked swiftly making his way to the long corridor and then hid behind a wall,

"That man works in our office, your dad's office, you stupid slut" he screamed in your face and you crossed your arms.

"So You can fuck whoever you want and I can't? Do I have to remind you that I'm not your property?" You snickered but all of a sudden you felt a sharp stinging pain on your cheek. Loki's jaw clenched and teeth gritted as he realised that you just got hit by your fiance. He clenched his fist trying to control his temper, he didn't want to get involved, he didn't want to repeat his mistakes.

"Listen to me you stupid whore, you are my fiance and you're going to play that part otherwise you know daddy will cut off your funds right? All your extravagant show off of wealth would end right then" you flinched as he grabbed your hair in his fist and shoved you against the wall, one more slap on the other cheek and then he stormed out. You didn't cry as long as you could see him, once out of the sight you finally allowed the tears to fall down. You bumped your first on the wall but quickly composed yourself as you heard the footsteps approaching you and it was Loki looking at you with a commiserate look in his eyes.

"Can you allow me to breathe?" You walked past him and went straight for your room to hide the ugly print Steve left on your face.

"I'm just doing my job madam" he said softly and you chuckled.

"Oh trust me I know that" your voice cracked but you didn't let him see the saddened look on your face.

He wanted to hold you and comfort you, nobody deserved to get hurt like that.

He stood outside your door but you didn't come out. The party died down soon after and he dialed your number just to check on you but you didn't answer so he texted you and your response "Alive, not dead" was enough for him to leave you to your privacy.

He couldn't sleep at all that night, he watched a man hurt you like that and he stood there like a statue, he just watched and he didn't do anything. But if he would have taken a step, they for sure would fire him or worse. He can't afford to lose another job. He got up and decided to check up on you once, the guilt made him want to do the bare minimum and he would have succeeded but on the way he bumped into Paris.

"Looking for me? Because I was coming to you… Sir" She tugged on his shirt and he lost all his thoughts. In a moment he allowed her to drag him to her room and as soon as he was inside, he kissed her, he didn't know what he was expecting but definitely not that. Before he could dwell or say something, she grabbed his bulge and he lost control.

She undressed herself and he looked at her up and down. She had the body of a frail supermodel, then he thought about you at the gym today and whatever glimpse he got of you while you changed your dress a million times. You looked different, you seemed strong but then why didn't you stand up for yourself against Steve Rogers. Was it the first time he has done that? He couldn't stop thinking about you.

"God yes sir ease fuck me..fuck me yes" When did he get on bed? He shut off all the thoughts rummaging through his head and fucked this beautiful woman wiglling underneath him, she deserved his undivided attention. They were both sated by the time he was done.

"Wow that was good" she panted heavily as she spoke.

"Paris I.."

"Pleasee.. no need to give me that look, it's just sex and we are going to do lots of it, so glad I found you here" she giggled and well he didn't have to say anything. She wanted to keep it casual and he wasn't exactly opposed to it. He didn't think he was ready for a relationship after what happened a year ago anyways.

Next morning he got a call from you at 8 in the morning, so he quickly took a shower and dressed up.

"Good morning handsome, did Paris show you a good time?" You winked at him and his cheeks flushed.

"How do you even know of that?" You smiled as his accent suddenly got so thick.

You knew because late at night after a round of drinks, you decided to find a company in him, hoping to share some of that ache you felt. But you found him smushed against Paris in the middle of the corridor. And you were thankful for that, not at all jealous. Why would you be jealous? The incident stopped you from making whatever stupid decision you were going to make in the spur of the moment.

"Where are we going today madam?" He asked as you weren't in your workout clothes today but you didn't answer him.

"We are sneaking out okay, I can't take another guards with me, I don't trust them" he shook his head as you said that.

"Apologise but I can't allow you to do that"

"Come on please? And if someone were to attack me etc etc you'll be there and you are the best bodyguard aren't you?" You winked at him as you grabbed his arm and sneaked him out from the back entrance, the guard there usually went on his bathroom break at the time so it was the perfect opportunity.

"Can you tell me where we are going?" He sighed deeply and you shushed him.

You had the keys for one of the million cars your dad owned so you passed him that and asked him to drive,

"You're going to get us both killed "

You chuckled as he said that.

He didn't know what you were doing but he knew that he was capable of protecting you. On the way to the destination you mostly stayed quiet and he didn't mind it. When he reached the location you gave him, his eyes widened. You both had stopped outside an animal shelter.

"This is my paradise, I come here every week" you smiled, and he could tell that it was a genuine one.

"Come oooon" you squealed as you stepped out of the car then you walked over to his side and looked at him from the window.

"By the way thanks for coming with me, appreciate that Mister Hotshot" you winked at him then you ran inside the shelter and he was..taken aback.

Maybe he was too quick to judge you, maybe you weren't a Spoiled little Princess.

Damn it.

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The Science of Worth (Part 1)

Tags: @vbecker10

Pairing: Loki x Y/N

Warning: Fluff and humor

Author Note: This is going to be more of a short story with multiple parts. I’m hoping to aim for roughly 5 at the most, but I’ll do as many as needed to complete the idea. Enjoy!

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She gripped her book tighter as the black ink that colored the words on the page finally revealed the morally gray second male lead. His dark hair and hypnotic blue eyes were enough, but to finally see him in action sealed the deal. She found her favorite character and would stan him for the rest of the series. There was certainly nothing wrong with the main male lead. His golden locks with warm hazel eyes were perfect for his morally upright and devoted to justice persona. He was the best option, the safe option. 

Ugh, it hurts to see him stand idly by while the hero takes the girl, but I can’t help rooting for him! “He deserves happiness too! Who says he’s not worthy!?” She cried out loud without realizing it, her book held up high in the sky at arm’s length, as she wallowed in her mind over her bittersweet obsession. “I must be a glutton for punishment.” She groaned under her breath as she brought the book back against her lap, curling into the corner of the sofa even more as she dove back into the story.

Loki and Thor watched this outburst of theatrics, the blond far more bewildered than his brother, who was now used to these and more so amused. For the umpteenth time, she had forgotten there was a guest in the house. Another Asgardian god, no less. The raven haired male, who was now accustomed to such outbursts, found it charming.

Just how cute can you be? You make it hard to resist teasing you. How can I not toy with you a little before speaking to you? You’ll forgive me, right? Or maybe you should run from someone like me…what will you do? He watched her settle back into the comfort of the fictitious world, the corners of his lips naturally curling upwards.

“Is…she alright?” Thor whispered, his eyes flicking between the now silent young woman on the couch and his brother, who sat across from him at the table. There was not an ounce of concern on the trickster god’s face, which confused Thor. His voice quickly brought Loki back into the present.

I nearly forgot he was here. “Hmm? Y/N’s perfectly fine, she’s just reading a book. Don’t mind her.” He waved off before picking up his glass and taking a sip. “Now, what were you saying before? The Avengers are requesting my assistance? Well now, that’s certainly a surprise.”

“Is it really? I told you, they now know you were not yourself, the mind stone was influencing as much as you were trying to use it. They have come to accept the truth and work past this.” He entreated his younger brother to reconsider. This was not his first visit to these humble accommodations Loki lived in, but each time he wished it was the last. Not only did he want his brother to be accepted and be able to live in quarters that were worthy of him as prince of Asgard and a god. “You will have a much better place at the Tower as well. You wouldn’t need to suffer in this place anymore.”

Loki knew what his older brother was trying to do, and he secretly appreciated it. However, he would never let his gratitude show. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but it was not the only reason. If given the choice before, Loki would have happily exchanged his living arrangements for something grander without a second thought. The compound was large and lavish to house larger-than-life individuals, and he was no exception to this. Even so, the frost giant liked this place, and it was somewhat difficult to part. Taking another sip of his drink, he stared at the cheap wooden table the two of them sat at. 

No, I’m not attached to this hovel. It’s that peculiar young woman I’ve been living with. If I were to go to the Tower, she would be left alone and in search of yet another flatmate. Our paths crossed by chance, who knows what deplorable imbecile she would stumble into if I went. Would there be a way for him to have her come along? She worked fairly close to the tower. Perhaps she could quit the drudgery she was forced to endure at her current place of employment and work with that agency? What was it called again? He pondered for a moment.  Ah yes, S.H.I.E.L.D. There must be something there for someone like her. The problem is, how would I bring that about? They might find it suspicious that I’m bringing this random Midgardian with me and suspect that I have her brainwashed. I rather not have them prying about my private life as much as possible. “As flattering as that offer is, I can’t simply leave her to fend for herself. You know this, you assist in my being able to stay here without too much interference.”

“Yes, that is true.” Thor sighed, carefully leaning back in his seat out of fear of breaking it if he was too careless with his strength. “Perhaps we can find her someone else to live with? We managed to find her, I’m sure if we were to repost her advertisement online, she will find another.”

And risk her finding some deranged Midgardian who might be looking for his next victim? From those documentaries she loves to watch, there are many of them out there who have gotten away with murder time and time again or swindled into believing they need to assist in paying for something. He frowned at the option that was brought to the table. Just last week, he was the one telling her to not look at any of the homeless people and keep her money to herself. Not too long before that, she managed to get herself caught up in a store robbery while trying to buy some eggs. She somehow managed to de-escalate the situation well enough for the thief to be taken into custody. Let’s not forget how she abruptly chased after a purse snatcher in the middle of our stroll two days ago. She’d tackled him to the ground before I could stop her. She’s foolishly brave in her sense of justice…a magnet for trouble. “I agreed to stay here for at least two years to pay for the lease. Who is to say the next person won’t leave as well?” He calmly countered, purposely trying to invoke Thor’s honesty and pride.

“We did make a promise to remain here for that length of time.” The god of thunder begrudgingly agreed and slouched in his seat. He lightly tapped his fingers on the table as he mulled over what they could do to make this work in their favor. The younger prince watched his brother carefully consider all viable options that would not leave Y/N left to fend for herself. The sincerity of his consideration warmed his chest in a way he never thought possible before, but here he was happy to see Thor care for the young woman who became part of his world.

He’s only thinking of ways to keep her here and safe, though, and that just won’t do. I’ll need to be careful on how I approach this. I won’t allow someone taking away what is mine. “Perhaps,” Loki was the first to speak up after a lengthy pause, grabbing his brother’s attention. “We-no, never mind, it’s a foolish idea.” He shook his head and sighed, leaning back and crossing his legs.

“What is it? It may not be as foolish as you think.” Thor sat up and leaned in closer.

“I,” Loki started again. “No, no, it’s not possible.” He sighed, cutting himself off once more.

“Surely it is not that impossible. You are one of the smartest people I know, Loki. I’m sure it’s exactly the solution we are looking for.” He eagerly praised his brother, hoping to get him to speak up and unknowingly falling right where the cunning trickster wanted him too. Loki expertly masked the wily smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips and sat up.

“Well, if you insist,” he expertly played his reluctance by extending his first word. “I was thinking she could come with me to the Tower. She’s been seen with me, and by extension that leads to you and the Avengers. As you know, there are many unsavory characters who will stop at nothing to see the Avengers fall. If they caught wind of her no longer being in our protection, they will dive in to use her as leverage and will not shy away from causing harm to her.” He carefully painted a potential outcome that would press at all of his elder brother’s little hero buttons. He watched as Thor’s eyes went from wide-eyed shock to clouded with concern and guilt if anything were to happen to her.

“You’re right, we had not considered that.” He mumbled, looking at the young woman who was still curled up on the sofa, oblivious of the conversation that was going on. She was an innocent civilian now tangled in danger she did not know. “Very well, I will speak with the others about this. She is not a threat to our safety, but we have brought danger to her. Rogers will understand, it’s Stark and Fury who will put up a fight. No matter, I will handle it. You simply stay ready and prepare her for the move as well.” He stood from his seat, and Loki followed soon after.

“Of course, I have the utmost faith in your success.” He smiled, and the two turned to Y/N. If not, I’ll simply just bring her with me. It’s not like I intend to simply bow my head to Stark’s wishes.

The feeling of being watched pricked at the back of her mind, so she lifted her head to see that she was in fact being stared at by the two Asgardian royals. “Uhh, did I miss something?” She tucked the bookmark between the pages and closed her book, giving her full attention to the two.

“No, my brother is leaving.” Loki motioned to Thor, who smiled at her.

“Oh, ok,” she quickly stood up from her spot and made her way around the coffee table, narrowly missing the sharp corner she always managed to hit thanks to cramped space. “I’m sorry I didn’t really host you much again. You only come for short visits, and I figured you wanted time with Loki. Thanks for stopping by, he may not say it, but he does appreciate it.” She grinned, the god of mischief scoffing and rolling his eyes. “Next time you come, try to stay longer. I’ll cook some food!” She continued on, unfazed by Loki’s reactions, which made Thor chuckle.

“I will try to make some more time for my next visit. I’ve heard your cooking is quite delicious. Have a good evening, Y/N, Loki.” He nodded his head to the two.

“Good night, text us when you get back home, so we know you’re safe.” She waved to him as he made his way to the elevator, watching him laugh as the doors shut behind him. Once out of sight, she returned to the apartment and turned to face Loki as he shut the door. The room suddenly felt so spacious now that Thor was gone. It was odd how one person could so easily fill up the room. Then again, no one is as big as him. That's not important right now! Arms crossed, she turned to the handsome god she called her flatmate, giving him a look of smugness that held a hint of exasperation. 

“Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow at her, amused by how adorable she looked with her chest puffed out with pride. She thinks she has the upper hand on me, such a silly little thing. She's going to talk about my brother and I.

“Yeah, mind telling me why you can't just accept the truth of liking your brother? You don't need to act all macho lone wolf with him.”

“Come now, do you really expect me to tell him that I enjoy his overbearing adoration and smothering care? He comes almost every evening. If he thought I enjoyed that, he may just move in with us, and there is barely enough space for the both of us here.” He tried his best not to laugh at guessing correctly.

“I hear you complaining, but I see you smiling! You can't hide from me, I know when you're hiding a smile, and you're always hiding it when Thor comes around!” She poked at his cheeks, grinning with pride at her ability to read the deity of illusions.

“Sounds like you've been lost in one too many fantasy novels again.” He scowled and pulled her hands away, but kept hold of them in case she tried again. Aren’t you a little too cheeky right now? Constantly saying the name of another man while I’m right here? He’s gone, and you should leave it as such.

“The god doth protest too much!” She snickered, dropping the subject for now. ”All that aside, my cooking is delicious, huh? Last I checked, a certain someone was telling me it was “edible” and “nothing like what the chefs at the palace prepared”,” she leaned in closer to him in hopes to get a rise out of him.

“Darling, have I ever said it wasn't delicious?” He closed the distance between them, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Slowly, he trailed his finger along her jaw until he reached her chin to tilt her head up to look at him and locked their gazes. His touch was barely there, a caress like the wind, but it left a lick of heat in its wake. “Saying it's edible is merely stating a fact and when I said it is nothing like the chefs in the palace, I mean their cooking can never hold a candle to the dishes you make for me.” He purred the words as he slid his fingers down her throat, his gaze following them. She swallowed audibly, it suddenly became parched. 

His eyes found a misplaced lock of her hair before picking it up between his thumb and forefinger. He gently rubbed the silky strands until they were evenly spread side-by-side. His brilliant blue eyes kept her frozen in place as they leisurely found their way back to hers.

Those beautiful eyes, they always see through me. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the look of shock and awe in them. The innocent confusion and hesitance was obvious. They were always filled with such emotion, observing and asking questions all the time. Searching and always learning, but never staying on him. How can I get you to only look at me, hm? He asked her, knowing he would never get an answer to the secret question. Tell me what I have to do to get through to you, just how much you’ve gotten me so twisted around your little pinkie and don’t even know it. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her lips as she bit at the lower one.

“Lo-Loki?” She shakily whispered his name, unsure of what to say or do. The way he looked at her was different, and she did not know how to take it. She tried to say more, but her voice locked itself away as his finger trailed down her skin, silencing her like some sort of magic seal.

    “Hmm?” He hummed his response, a small, troubled smile tugging at his lips at the sound of her calling his name. That’s unfair, you don’t even know what hearing you say my name does to me! He chuckled at himself, realizing how pathetic he sounded. You just take all the air from my lungs and get me so tongue-tied. Her cheeks burned with a blush as he watched her with such kind curiosity, as if he had no clue what he was doing. That smile stole the words right out of her mouth, choking the beats painfully out of her heart, as if it had it on a string all along.

    There was silence that followed the soft sound before his face started to lean closer to hers. She watched in wide-eyed shock as he came closer still. His eyes slowly began to close, the mysterious blue optics now mostly hid by his lashes. Her heart sped up, beating a mile a minute as he came closer. The white puffs of his breath warmed her lips, sending her heart into a greater frenzy. Unable to look anymore, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited. For what, she did not know. She knew she was hopeful, though, and that only confused her further. A few moments passed before she hesitantly opened one eye to see his lips pressed to the hair he held in his hand. Her eyes flew open as soon as his eyes opened, her breath stolen from her.

    She could not see it, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. He had thought about kissing her, his body acting on his own as he saw how her cheeks slowly colored a deeper red. The moment she had squeezed her eyes shut, it was over.

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