#loki x jane

[neottia-orchids]

Babes wake up, new Lokane Variant cover for Valkyrie: Jane Foster has dropped!!!

Kidding... Marvel would never. It's all me again. Whoopsie!

#lokane #jane foster #loki #loki odinson #loki x jane #loki laufeyson #jane foster valkyrie #valkyrie #earth 616 #marvel fan art #marvel comics

[iamstartraveller776]

"Trouble" by Natalia Kills (consider this an experiment to see how many times your askbox eats it.)

(Pretty sure this one didn't get eaten because I didn't save it to drafts!) I hope the first chapter of Rumor Has It from Loki's POV will suffice!

Summary: New country, new school, and yet everything continues to be unremittingly tedious. Not even his brother's rager can cure Loki's apathy—that is, until he finds a surprise waiting in his bedroom. Perhaps life in the States won't be so boring after all.

Rating: T

Genre: Modern/Non-Magical AU, High School AU, Humor, Teen Romance

Also on AO3

A NEW KIND OF FUN 1/1

“Just a few friends,” Thor’d said. Loki knew better. He leaned over the second floor railing, rolling his eyes as, in the large foyer below, his brother greeted yet another swarm of eager groupies. Typical. He doubted Thor knew any of them by name, but that didn’t stop each one from acting as if a beloved god had deigned to shine his light upon them. New school, new country, and nothing had changed.

How dull.

“Loki!” Thor called up to him. “Stop lurking and join us!” When Loki didn’t snap to it immediately, he glowered. “You promised!”

Loki exhaled a sour laugh, then gave Thor a winning smile. God forbid anyone disappoint the Golden Son. “Of course, brother!” He straightened, spreading his arms out. “Let’s get this party started!”

As if on cue, music boomed suddenly as the Marshmello-wannabe Thor had hired began his set in the ballroom. The sycophants below ate it up, jumping up and down with excitement. Loki sucked in a deep breath, slipping into his role like an old familiar second skin. With an unintelligible shout that matched the energy below, he hopped on the banister and slid down toward crowd. Thor and his fellow athletes surged forward to catch him, to lift him above their heads and carry him through the house.

Woo. Hoo.

It wasn’t long before every level of the estate was wall-to-wall with teens and crashers from the nearby university, nearly every one of them clutching a plastic cup of alcohol as if it were the elixir of life. Loki did his obligatory circuit, starting in the kitchen with the first keg stand competition of the night. He was suitably enthusiastic when Thor won. (Shocker.) Next came a few games of beer pong—which became easier to win each round as his opponents got more tipsy. Hurray for him.

He wandered through the crowds, keeping up his cheery demeanor despite the unspent sigh burning in his lungs. For the whole of two minutes, he seriously considered polishing off a bottle of hard liquor to get through the hours of absurdity that still lay ahead. But no. Drunk Loki would do stupid shit he didn’t want to have to pay for later. It was better to pretend.

A few idiots had started riding down the grand staircase on large baking sheets that they’d pilfered from the kitchen. One of them tried surfing instead of riding his bit of metal like a sled, and inertia flung him head over heels into the horde. Hardly scathed, he leapt to his feet with a howl, throwing his arms into the air in victory. The baking sheet was warped beyond repair, and the family housekeeper would positively lose her mind over it—until Thor paid her off with a lethal dose of charm and promises to replace everything. And money. Lots of money. The cure to all the ills of the world.

Loki’s snort earned him a sidelong glance from a nearby celebrant. It only took a second before recognition widened in her gaze. Shit, she was one of those girls from school. A giggling, hair-twirling girl who would flirt shamelessly with him if it meant getting closer to his brother. Unlike the popularity-chasers back home, they weren’t subtle here. At all. He could probably get her to do a double flip off the roof into the pool with only the promise he’d pass her number along.

Boring. Boring. Boring.

Her friends eyed him with varying levels of the same social-climbing interest. Oh, even better. They were of the less common breed that actually wanted him—or, rather, his reputation. It took very little effort to keep his disdain from his face, as practiced as he was. Perhaps he could find some entertainment in this. He made a show of looking them over, mouth curved up with an appreciative grin that he didn’t feel. Predictably, they all leaned toward him with almost feral anticipation.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” He laced the question with a measure of enticement.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, he headed toward the ballroom. They followed like the squealing lemmings they were.

The music was loud enough that he didn’t have to talk to any of them. He did, however, have to endure their pathetic attempts to grind against him seductively for the next half hour. Definitely not an amusing distraction, this. One of them tripped into him and her drink sloshed onto his shirt.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” she yelled over the thumping bass. Her face twisted into a bad imitation of a come-hither look as she bit her lip. “I can help you clean it up!”

Leaning forward, he didn’t miss the naked excitement in her large eyes. “Oh, darling,” he murmured against her ear. “You really can’t.” With a parting wink, he pushed past her and the others. He might have taken the slightest bit of perverse pleasure in the sneering “Bastard!” she shot at his retreating back.

Why were they always so surprised that playing with fire got them burned? Americans were so stupid.

He weaved through the masses toward the staircase in the back of the house, pulling his shirt away from his skin. God, what the hell had the girl been drinking? A little of everything from how awful it smelled. He ascended the stairs two at a time and nearly made it to the landing before someone caught his arm.

“Loki! Where are you going in such a hurry?”

He rolled his eyes, recognizing that overly saccharine feminine voice. Lorelei. The most boring of all the would-be temptresses. She’d been trying to sink her talons into him practically from the beginning of the term. Flanked by her two lackeys, she was dressed in whatever went for club chic in Cambridge—metallic and sparkly. And very, very short.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He wasn’t about to mention needing to change his clothes lest she mistake it as an invitation. She seemed to think their brief interactions were some kind of distorted foreplay.

“What I want to know,” she said, inching closer to him and walking her fingers up his chest, “is why I never see you at Hal’s.” She gave him a pout he was supposed to find fetching. He didn’t.

“Not my scene.” He pried her fingers away from him. “Too pedestrian.”

There it was, the flash of confusion across her Instagram-worthy features whenever he used a big word. The girl had probably never read anything longer than a fashion magazine.

“Enjoy the party.” He stepped around her and hurried to his room.

Once inside, he pulled off the malodorous shirt and chucked it toward the laundry bin. He could still smell the unholy cocktail on his skin, though. Disgusting. There wasn’t time for a shower sadly. He’d rather not suffer whatever humiliation Thor would mete out should he try to skip the rest of the festivities. Because Loki promised. To stop brooding over their move across the pond and be happy for one night. Blah. Blah. Blah.

He'd just finished washing the stink off his chest in his private bathroom when he heard the latch of his bedroom door. Had he forgotten to lock it? If someone thought to make this their temporary love nest…

His trespasser wasn’t a couple in the throes of inebriated passion, but a petite girl with long brown locks, her jeans and flannel shirt more suited to one of the bonfires the townies put on every weekend than a party at a mansion. She didn’t notice his presence, her attention fixed on his library. He hung back as she ran her fingertips over the spines of some book or another, her touch bordering on reverent. Terribly curious, this. He felt as if he ought to know her, though he couldn’t say how—not until he caught her profile as she pulled down his copy of The Evolution of Physics.

Jane Foster? The driven student in his maths and science classes who gave him a run for his money when it came to earning top marks. He’d actually had to study to keep up with her, and the girl was in the year behind his. What was she doing here and in his room, no less? He was pretty sure that her sole ambition in life was in academia. Status-seeker she most definitely was not.

She whistled softly in admiration as she gently opened the book, likely noting that it was a first edition. He could stay in the shadows and quietly observe what she did next. Or he could have a little fun.

And fun was, well, fun.

Loki stepped more fully into the room. “Do you always go through people’s things without their consent?”

Jane let out a startled squeak, the book almost slipping from her hands. “I’m sorry. I—” The rest of her apology cut off abruptly when her gaze landed on him.

Emotions passed over her face in rapid succession. Sheepishness, followed by chagrin, then a different kind of surprise as she took in his state of undress. Her eyes seemed unable to leave his bare torso, cheeks turning a brilliant shade of pink. Did she just swallow? He grinned. This was too perfect.

“I’ve only come to change my shirt,” he said, reaching back to turn the lock on the door, “but if you insist…” He began undoing his belt buckle as he slowly crossed the room toward her.

Her eyes went comically round. “No! I’m not—” She backed into the shelves. “I’m not here for…that.” Was that a fight stance she just stepped into? That tiny thing thought she could take him?

Hilarious. Literally hilarious. He couldn’t keep a straight face anymore. He laughed harder than he remembered ever laughing. God, even his stomach hurt. “The look on your face,” he said once he could get a hold of himself. “I’m going to remember that for years.”

She huffed in disgust. “You’re such an asshole!”

Unmoved, he admitted with a shrug, “I’ve been called worse.”

She opened her mouth, probably to unleash another paltry insult, when someone knocked. “Jane?” a girl’s voice called out on the other side.

Oh, but Loki wasn’t ready for playtime to be over yet. He hurried to the door ahead of Jane, opening it hardly more than a crack to imply that his companion had to make herself presentable.

“Looking for your friend?” he asked the dark-haired girl in the hallway.

“Whoa! You’re actually kind of hot,” she said, sizing him up with the same kind of annoying interest the others had shown him earlier.

He gave her a wry smile. “Shocking, I know. But you’ve come for Jane.” He nudged the door all the way open and said conspiratorially, “She’s been keeping me company.”

Jane’s friend gasped as her gaze flicked between the two of them, very obviously drawing the conclusion he’d intended.

He let out a sigh. “It’s a pity we were interrupted when things were getting really fun.” To Jane, he gave a forlorn expression. “I suppose you have to leave now.”

She was gearing up to deny everything by the wild glint in her eyes, and on impulse, he took her face in both hands and drew her up to him for a kiss. He’d only meant to shut her up and perhaps lend weight to the misconceptions he’d been seeding, but damn. When she forgot herself and relaxed into him, tilting her head just the right way, he was tempted to slam the door shut on her friend and have a good snog. Who knew the teacher’s pet had it in her?

But despite his every instinct to deepen the kiss, he broke apart from her. Because—yes, that. The glazed-over look she gave him, rosy lips parted in an absolute stupor. That was worth cruelly ending their interlude too early.

“I’ll see you on Monday, then,” he said with another wistful sigh as he stepped back from her.

She nodded numbly, staggering as her friend dragged her out of the room. It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hall that he realized she still had something of his. A wondrously horrible idea came to him as he leaned out of the doorway.

“Oh, and Jane!” he called after her loudly, making sure to get the attention of everyone milling about nearby. “You can borrow my books any time you want.” He winked at her horrified expression before shutting the door and succumbing to another fit of laughter.

Finally something new. And he was only getting started.

~FIN~

#lokane #lokane ff #lokane fanfic #loki x jane foster #jane foster x loki #loki x jane #jane x loki #my fic #rumor has it #a new kind of fun #prompt fill #star replies #averbaldumpingground

[skylarstark4826]

I absolutely loved this another beautiful fanart of the ship of Loki Laufeyson and Jane Foster together. I love that above all both are dressed like in the Thor movie: A Dark World. I would have liked it very much if they had come out like this together in the movie.

By the way, this beautiful fanart of the Marvel ship of the characters of Loki Laufeyson and Jane Foster together is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator of this Pinterest masterpiece.

#Lokane #lokaneedit #loki laufeyson #jane foster #loki x jane #loki and jane #Lokane jotun #jotun!loki #jotun loki #jotun!jane

[plainlo-inthemorning]

Shine a Light

Warnings: Angst

Rating: Mature

Words: 23 k (complete)

Summary:

All hell has broken loose at the TVA following the death of He Who Remains, and Loki is once more lost and utterly alone. But then a forgotten face from his past reappears, presenting the trickster god with a new, yet strangely familiar riddle to be solved.

Up on AO3 here

#I posted the first chapters of this fic back in august 2021 and finally tied a bow on it this month - better late than never;) #fix it fic #loki #jane foster #lokane #tva loki #loki series #shine a light fic #loki season two #loki show #loki x jane #Loki x Jane Foster #loki fic #lokane fic #thor #tom hiddelson #natalie portman #shine a light #loki tv series #loki fanfic

[limonatarosa]

Loki: We can't lose. Because we have this. *points to their chest*

Jane : We have heart?

Loki: Heart? No, me. I'm pointing at myself. I'm going to win this for us.

#lokane #loki/jane #jane/loki #loki #jane x loki #jane foster #loki x jane #otp: chaos theory #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect lokane quotes

[ye-olde-fandom-playlists]

Heavily inspired by Alydia Rackham’s Fallen Star universe.

#Spotify #NOTHING will ever compare to the way I ship these two 😭😭 #lokane #lokane playlist #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #tom hiddelston loki #jane foster #marvel playlist #Loki x jane #jane x Loki #spotify playlist #alydia rackham #fallen star universe #ship playlist #Loki playlist #Jane foster playlist

[pay-her-a-visit]

Sorry to bother. I've been looking for a fanfic based on lokane.

Loki becomes somewhat obsessed with Jane and also loves here.

The beginning of the fic is about Jane crossing the street and an old woman stops her and tells her that she a mark on her forehead( a curse maybe) and the one who put it is obsessed with her. She then gives her something to wear ( a necklace? ) to wear so that she doesn't sleep and see who visits her late at night. When she wears it, she hears someone talking but cannot see who. She soon realized that it was Loki and he knows by the locket on her neck that she knows and he also cannot touch her because of it.

That's all I can remember and sorry for the confusion, but I really want to read this fic again and it also has a series.

So please help me 😢

I am sooo sorry for not answering this when you sent it to me @p-e-n-e-l-o-p-e . For some reason tumblr never gave me notices when i got messages for this blog so i just assumed there wasn't any! I hope you found the story you were looking for. I can't even remember if i've read this fic before. It doesn't sound familiar to me so i'll add this to the tag and maybe someone can help.

#loki x jane #lokane

[miraculousteam8462]

Synopsis: I watched the entire Loki series… just so you know my story is based after the series ended, Loki still trying to find a way to come back and confront Silvie, I ended up discovering that his timeline re-existed and that now he has a chance but ends up meeting Jane who turns out that she had also been captured by the AVT, because she was altered in her timeline (in the endgame scene where Rocket takes Eather away from Jane when Thor and he go to the past to take the gems of infinity).... and that both working together will try to return home only with the support of 1 with the other

#Lokane #lokaneedit #loki laufeyson #jane foster #Loki x Jane #loki and jane

[euphoriapity]

Like do not even get me started on the comics. I wish that we had gotten loki and Jane's friendship put in the movies. One of the things I dispized about thor love and thunder was how much Jane's ark was thrown on the back burner.

Mighty Thor comics had so much development and I just, I can not see movie Jane becoming the next Valkyrie like in the comics.

I wish we had gotten the loki and jane banter, but nope. It didn't happen.

#lokane #loki x jane #marvel comics #marvel cinimatic universe #taika can go away and not touch my babies again please

[caiti-creative-corner]

Title: Let the Sea be You Square Filled: R5 - Reflection @janefosterbingo Artist: Caiti Pairing: Loki/Jane Foster Rating: T Note: Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!! Warnings: Mood board, Alternate Universe Summary: “As water reflects the face, so one’s life reflects the heart.” Proverbs 27:19

#janefosterbingo #lokane #jane foster #loki #loki x jane

[iamstartraveller776]

💙 and anything other than the NoTP. ;P

Here's some Lokane for you, my friend. <3

Modern/Non-Magical AU, Rated T (Also on AO3)

Prompt list

FUN SURPRISES

"Listen, listen," Jane said, her words a tad elastic at the edges. "I don't like you." She poked a finger into Loki's shoulder to punctuate her statement as he escorted her into the lift.

He was tempted to capture her hand and... And what? He wasn't certain he wanted to finish the thought. When it came to the little she-devil of astrophysics, his feelings were, at best, complicated. At worst, well... He wasn't going to finish that thought either.

"I'm serious," she kept nattering on as they ascended. "Sometimes when you talk about dark energy, I want to kick you in the face."

That drew an involuntary laugh from him. Oh, he knew. He spouted the most inane shit all the time just to get a rise out of her, especially during conferences like this weekend's. The way her nose would scrunch, cheeks turning bright red, lips curled in a snarl—so gratifying, that.

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

"I'd very much like to see you try, Foster," he said, grasping her elbow when she started to wander off in the wrong direction. "Though I'm not sure your legs are long enough to reach all the way up here."

She growled and it was unreasonably endearing. Like a snapping Pomeranian. "That's what I'm talking about. You're so...so arrogant!" She tried to shove him but stumbled back on her heels instead.

He caught her by the waist before she fell over—it wouldn't do to have that pretty silver cocktail dress ruined—and steadied her against him. She put her palms on his chest, eyebrows pinching together in consternation. Her fingers tensed and then slid upward and out. Then in and down.

She made a disgusted noise. "You're such a jerk," she complained. "Why do you get to be a supernova?"

He stared at her. "A what?"

Her hands roved over his torso again, less tentative this time. "It's stupid how hot you are."

His mouth stretched in a wide grin. Wasn't this a fascinating turn of events? He was going to milk that crucial bit of data for a very, very long time.

"Stupid dimples." She lurched forward, gripped his shirt and tie to stay upright.

He sighed. Merciless teasing would have to wait until she was sober. He took her hands in his—so dainty for all that steel she had—and encouraged her to let go, to continue on toward her room. When she teetered again, he bent over, lifting her into his arms. She squeaked in surprise, but then rested her head in the crook of his neck, fingers curling in his hair.

Don't get any ideas, Foster, he almost said as the usual part of their heated banter but thought better of it. He did want her to get ideas. He liked these ideas in particular. A whole new game for them to play.

"He said the spark was gone," Jane mumbled into his collar. "Came all the way to New Orleans to tell me that. He went to the French Quarter without me."

Ah, yes. That boring doctor she'd been dating for half a year. "Bastard." So this was the reason he'd found her in the hotel bar, giving a drunken lecture on Hawking radiation to the nearest patrons. The bartender shot Loki a grateful look when he convinced her to leave.

"Right?" she said. "You're an asshole, but even you wouldn't go to the French Quarter without me."

"Never." He set her down by her door. She swayed on her feet, and he gently pressed her into the wall with a hand on her bare shoulder. "Key card?"

"S'in my pocket. 'Cause this dress has pockets!" She clumsily patted at her hips until she found one, shoved her hand in, and pulled out the black rectangle of plastic with a triumphant smile. "Ta-da!" She giggled at her own joke with a fetching little snort.

"Clearly you missed your calling as a world-renowned magician." He took the card, unlocked her door, and gestured for her to go in.

She looked up him with large, glossy eyes, mouth drawn in a fake pout. "You're not going to carry me over the threshold? Wimp."

He smirked before slinging her over his shoulder. She squealed and pommeled his back halfheartedly. He kicked the door closed, switched on the lights. The place looked like her suitcase exploded. Clothes were strewn in haphazard piles on the back of the overstuffed chair, on one side of the bed, on the desk beneath a stack of papers and a partially closed laptop.

"Put me down," she demanded to his shoulder blades.

"As the lady commands." He flipped her onto the mattress and she...laughed? Not the lovely scowl he expected, but—yes, this would do.

She propped herself up on her elbows, face practically glowing with delight. "See? I sparkle."

"Oh, yes." On that, they agreed completely. "Like the stars."

"Like goddamn Sirius."

He nodded. "Even more than that."

"Don't do that!" She slid off the bed suddenly with a frown and kicked off her heels before giving him another futile push. "You can't be hot and nice."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Why ever not?"

"Because..." she sputtered. "Because."

Adorable. He canted a brow. "Always so eloquent, Foster."

She sagged in relief. "Thank god. You're still you," she said. "I almost had to like you."

"Heaven forbid," he replied with feigned sincerity. This was quite possibly the most fun he'd had at any conference. He'd have to challenge her to a drinking game at the next one—if only to see what other secrets he could pluck from her loosened tongue.

She searched his face as though deciding something. "Come here." When he didn't immediately obey, she glowered. "Come. Here."

Why not? Whatever she wanted would likely provide more fodder to use against her later.

He leaned down, and as soon as he was within reach, she grabbed his shoulders, yanking him all the way to her—where she unceremoniously planted her mouth on his. His surprise hastily gave way to softness of her lips, to her fingers gliding up his neck to scrape through his hair. He braced himself against the bed to keep from falling into her, cinched his other arm around her waist, tugged her into him, and how she moaned. That sound. He would sell his soul to hear more of it, to have her petite body pressed against his indefinitely.

But no. Not this way.

Grudgingly, he broke off the kiss, relaxed his hold on her—though he couldn't bring himself to let go entirely. Not yet.

She tipped her head back with an exasperated sigh. "Dammit," she muttered. "Darcy was right. Sometimes you just have to kiss the bad boy to feel alive."

Loki liked that silly assistant of hers infinitely more now.

Jane pushed at him again, and this time he relented, taking a step backward. "Shoo!" she said, waving her hands. "I have to go to bed now."

He should leave—especially when she grasped at the side of her dress and wrestled with the zipper. But it was terribly entertaining to watch her get out of the thing with the grace of an amateur contortionist. To say nothing of the nude matched set she wore underneath. Oh, and the flash of ink he caught just above her hip. Look at that. Jane Foster had a wild side after all. She flung the dress across the room and crawled onto the mattress, wrenching the duvet over herself as she mumbled something about holographic entanglement.

This woman. He shut off the light.

Back in his room—three doors down—he took in his disheveled state with a grin. His mussed hair, the lipstick smeared at the corner of his mouth, the stain on the collar of his shirt. He took a selfie and sent it for her to wake up to in the morning.

Thanks for the memorable evening, Foster. I'm quite fond of the Einstein-Rosen bridge tattoo.

Because she wasn't wrong about him. He was an asshole.

(Who would take her to the French Quarter tomorrow night.)

~FIN~

#lokane #lokane fic #loki x jane foster #jane foster x loki #loki x jane #jane x loki #my fic #fun surprises

[skylarstark4826]

I loved this fanart of Loki and Jane especially because Loki is in his true form of Jotun in front of Jane which shows that Loki trusts Jane enough for her to see the real him.

I'm a big fan of Loki and Jane's ship together and that's why in how much I saw this fanart of them I decided to put it here for many more people to look at it and admire it. By the way, this fanart of them is not really mine and the credits are not for me but right here I'm going to leave you the link so you can find it.

#Lokane #lokaneedit #loki laufeyson #jane foster #loki x jane #loki and jane

[plainlo-inthemorning]

Pairing: Loki x Jane Foster (post Dark World) Rating: 18+ Warnings: Smut, violence, shameless flirting.  Words: 29 k

Summary:

It has been a year since those horrid events on Svartalfheim – and 27 days since Loki showed up on Jane Foster’s doorstep in Tromsø with an elaborate tale of “intricate Asgardian politics” and “temporary exile”. Now, Jane is somehow housing the God of Mischief while Odin and Thor debate his fate. Says Loki ...

#started this one 2 yrs ago and lo and behold small miracles do happen - I finished it! #lokane #loki x jane #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #thor the dark world #jane foster #loki #jane x loki #lokane fic #loki fic #marvel mcu #Loki x Jane Foster

[starhawk2005]

Next Art of Lore Chapter up!

Enjoy....

#loki #loki x jane #lokane #smut #fanfic #avengers #thor #writing #jane foster

[limonatarosa]

Jane: Help! I’m drowning!

Loki: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Jane: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

#lokane #loki/jane #jane/loki #loki #jane x loki #jane foster #loki x jane #incorrect lokane quotes

[automaticpersonnut88]

Lokane in AVT kiss (Loki serie)

#Lokane #loki x jane #loki laufeyson #jane foster