#loki x rea

[mcufan72]

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Warnings: contains angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, some drama, morally grey stuff. Maybe a bit of a filler chapter but necessary for the plot! I hope you enjoy.

While driving in his green Jaguar through the crowded streets of Downtown Manhattan, Loki tried to stay calm. The sunny weather didn't fit his mood. He couldn't stop thinking about last night and what had happened. He could still feel your kisses on his lips, your touches on his body, and he also couldn't forget the way you looked at him and how you made him feel. With your beguiling charm and your incredible art of seduction, you even made him submit to you. To show his submissive side was something he had never done that easily before. But when he finally decided to open up to you further and to give you not only his body but his heart too, you ran away, left him alone, leaving this letter for him. A letter full of heartache and pain, desperation and fear.

After you had this breakdown and cried in his arms, he hoped you'd open up to him as well and that you'd possibly tell him what made you feel so sad and hurt. He was wrong, maybe it was too soon and you two were not close enough to each other yet for such deep conversations. But he wanted you, he wanted you in his arms, in his heart and his life. And for that, he'd do anything so the most important thing was now to find you, no matter what. How was he supposed to not search for you when you were maybe in danger? Why didn't you ask him to help you? He would've given the money to you without hesitation, without demanding anything from you for this favour.

One day you will have forgotten me…

This sentence of yours echoed in his head. He could never forget you. Against all odds, you had grown to his heart, and he loved and craved you even more now. The blackmailing thing made him feel sick and drove him crazy. Who was doing this to you, his precious girl? He was so afraid that you could've left New York already before he got the chance to talk to you. He had so many questions.

Short time later, Loki arrived at the building where REA had its office and he left the car park with fast, long steps. He couldn't get fast enough to Rhea, not even knowing if she was already in the office because it was quite early in the morning. Loki pressed the doorbell and shortly after, the door opened and he entered the welcoming office. Light jazz and soul music and the smell of freshly brewed coffee conjured an incomparable and comfortable atmosphere. Everything in here was classy-modern and elegant but it didn't calm his nerves down. Inwardly he was scared and deeply worried but he wouldn't show it to anyone, especially not to Rhea, your boss. He was sure, according to your letter, she didn't know anything about the trouble you were in and he would never expose you to anyone.

“Good morning, Sir. How can I be of help?” Rhea greeted him kindly and offered her hand for a handshake, visibly impressed by the raven-haired, attractive man in black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket in front of her. Who could blame her? When he took his sunglasses off and looked at her with bright blue eyes she blushed but kept her professional attitude up.

“Good morning… Rhea, I guess?” Loki responded and took her offered hand in his.

“Yes, I'm Rhea. Mr.Larsson, right?” She asked him, her smile getting brighter when she recognised that he was much more handsome than in the photo she got from him some time ago.

“Yes, I'm Luke Larsson. I'm sorry for showing up that early in the morning and without an appointment but it's urgent and I need you to help me quickly and efficiently,” he explained.

“No worries, Sir. Please take a seat on the couch and let me know what I can do for you. Fancy a coffee?”

“No, thanks Rhea, I'm fine. I want to get straight to the point. It's about Miss Black.”

“I hope nothing happened between you two. If you're not happy anymore with her as your escort we will try to solve your problem,” Rhea took a seat next to Loki, facing him and raising her eyebrows. She was sure there hadn't been a problem between you two at all. She knew how much you liked him.

“No, I can assure you nothing happened. I appreciate Miss Black as my escort and I definitely don't want to book another of your surely lovely escort ladies. It's just that I need an appointment with her today. I know it's extremely spontaneous but… it's urgent, you know.” Loki still tried to stay calm and cool. He was sure Rhea would make it possible to fulfill his urgent request for your company.

“Let me have a look at Miss Black's schedule,” Rhea said, already knowing the answer. She stood up from the sofa and walked over to her desk, sat down on the chair and opened her laptop. Loki waited eagerly for her answer, nervously and subconsciously playing at his fingers. A habit he nearly had forgotten but he hadn't been that nervous for a very long time. You had brought out his soft side again. He had almost forgotten that he had a softer side. He had been alone for too long before he met you.

“I'm sorry, Mr.Larsson but Miss Black isn't available for the next two weeks,” Rhea told him. She just hoped Loki would take it easy and would be open for an appointment with one of her other escorts.

“What do you mean by that?” Loki's heart began to race. He must've gotten Rhea wrong.

“I mean what I said, Miss Black isn't available in the foreseeable future.”

“That's impossible. I need to see her!”

“Sir, I think you didn't get me right. It is impossible. Miss Black is unavailable.” Rhea stayed kindly but strictly.

“But I need to see her! If it's impossible, make it possible! I have an important event to attend and I need Miss Black to accompany me,” he answered with great emphasis. That he had to attend an event was a lie but of course, he couldn't tell Rhea the real reason why he needed to meet you promptly.

“Mr.Larsson, please… I can arrange an appointment with another excellent escort lady from my agency and I promise you you won't be disappointed. I'm certain we'll find the perfect lady for you,” Rhea assured him.

“I'm sure about that, Rhea but that's not the point. I just want to date Miss Black! Only her! Why isn't she available for the next two weeks? Did she get ill? Is she fully booked? Is she going to meet other… gentlemen and why didn't she tell me?” He knew he began to sound desperate. “Please, Rhea, tell me!” He was actually desperate, a fact that made him feel uneasy. He had never been this desperate because of a woman.

“Mr.Larsson, you must know that I won't tell you anything about the bookings, the whereabouts, or any other private things of my escort ladies. Please just accept that she's not bookable for the next two weeks.,” Rhea told him strictly.

“And I tell you to accept that I need to see her. Only her. Today. No matter what! I… because I… I have a soft spot for her, I really like her,” Loki stated and his last words were not much more than a whisper. He should better hold back all those feelings.

“Obviously,” Rhea muttered under her breath and suppressed a grin.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked, frowning and trying to keep up the facade.

“Obviously, and I get that, Mr.Larsson. Miss Black is a wonderful and lovely woman,” Rhea confirmed.

“She is, indeed.” Loki took a deep breath before he continued. “So there's no chance to meet her?”

“No, Mr.Larsson. I'm genuinely sorry.”

“Could you please do me a favour then,” Loki said hesitantly, still hoping for Rhea's help even if it wasn't the kind of help he was looking for.

“Mr.Larsson, I'm asking you, please don't push it too far!”

“I'm not asking for any information. I'll pay Miss Black for the next two weeks,” Loki said, leaving no doubt that he was being serious.

“Mr.Larsson I'm not sure if you…” Loki jumped off the sofa and walked over to Rhea's desk.

“Listen, I don't want further information. I got it that she's not available… at least not for me. Regardless of whether she has appointments with other men or not, I pay for the next two weeks including the nights,” Loki interrupted her harshly.

“Mr.Larsson, please… it'll cost you a fortune and I'm not sure if Miss Black wants you to do this!” Rhea tried to intervene.

“I don't care about how much it costs me. I just care about her. Money doesn't matter, she matters. I ask you to cancel all of her appointments and to add my money to her bank account,” Loki stated demandingly. He couldn't know that you hadn't any appointment at all. He was used to always getting it his way so he was sure Rhea wouldn't discuss his plan with him further.

“Mr.Larsson, Miss Black isn't available and she's also not exclusively yours.” Rhea slowly got angry. At least it was none of her business but she wasn't sure if Loki was stalking you. She just wanted to guarantee your safety.

“Of course, she is! I pay for the time she would spend with me if she were bookable. I want her to meet me and me only. I won't discuss it with you any further!” Loki commanded. Just the tone of his voice was enough to command respect. His possessiveness and obsession with you got the better of him. Why didn't Rhea understand him? He just wanted to protect you and avoid you being forced to meet other men for money. How many men would you have to meet to earn that amount of money you needed for that damn blackmail? He could easily give the money to you but for some reason, you hadn't asked him for help and refused to take his money without working for it. He wanted to give it to you unconditionally and so he had no other choice than to do it this way. You would never have to meet other men again or worse, sleep with them. Men who didn't know how to treat you right, with decency and all the respect you deserved. The sheer thought of them touching you or worse, touching you intimately, drove him crazy and made him fume with anger. And besides this, you were his and his only. But he better stay calm. He wanted Rhea to cooperate with him and so he returned to a nicer tone.

“Rhea, please do me that favour. If you can't do it for me then do it for her. Please! She doesn't have to do anything about it. I won't ask for anything in return. I just want her to be safe.” Desperation overcame him again and he wished he could still hold you in his arms like he did last night. Damn, why didn't you stay and ask him for help? Why did you run away from him?

“That's pretty selfless, Mr.Larsson.”

“Call it what you want, I just care about her wellbeing. She doesn't belong… here,” and he let his gaze wander around the office and emphasized it with a sweeping motion of his arms. “She deserves a life of safety and happiness.”

“Exactly what everyone else here thinks,” Rhea muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mr.Larsson. I'll do what you're wishing for. But I doubt Miss Black will be fond of it.” Rhea knew it was often fishy when it came to men wanting to pay lots of money for escorts or call girls and pretend not to want anything in return. She didn't think Loki was one of them but you never knew. She also sensed that he wouldn't give up that easily and that he was very serious when it came to you. There surely was more between you two than just the ‘escort-meets-client’ thing. She could see it in his gaze.

“Fond of what? Getting the money she needs without doing anything for it? I just don't want any other guy to lust for her or touch her. She deserves better. She deserves to be treated like a queen. I might not be the right man for her but if there's something I can do for her it's that. I just want to make it easier for her.”

“It seems, our lovely Miss Black has found her Prince on the white horse, the Knight in shining armour. It's a very noble gesture, Mr.Larsson, chivalrous even.”

“I'm anything but chivalrous, Rhea, believe me. I just want her to be okay,” Loki responded humbly. “So, could you please arrange an appointment with Miss Black in two weeks, as soon as she's bookable again?” Loki was well aware that he wouldn't get any further here with Rhea.

“Of course, Mr.Larsson. No issue.” Rhea told him the next free option to meet you. At least he now had the confirmation that you were still here, somewhere in New York.

“I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help but…I'm just doing my job, Mr.Larsson.”

“It's okay, Rhea. I know and you're doing your job very well and conscientiously. I appreciate how you protect your escort ladies. Nonetheless, thank you for your time. Have a nice day, Rhea.” Loki could barely hide his disappointment. He had hoped for a different ending to this conversation. How could he have been that naive?

“Goodbye, Mr.Larsson and thank you for your understanding and cooperation. Let me know whenever I can do something for you or when you need an escort lady in the next two weeks,” Rhea said kindly. Loki nodded once, put his sunglasses on and left the office.

Back in his car, he angrily hit the steering wheel with his flat hands. “Damn it!” And tears welled up in his eyes. “Girl, where are you?” His question echoed against the windshield and stayed unanswered. Were you in actual danger? Were you scared? Were you crying? Did you miss him or had you already forgotten him? Did you care about him and how he felt after you vanished? Did you care at all? And by the way, he still wanted his scarf back. The thought made him huff and smile. And when you give it back to him he should tie you up with said scarf to his bed and fuck you properly and relentlessly until you'd promise him to never run away again. But before that, he would kiss the heck out of you and tell you how much you had scared him, how much he had missed you and how much he loves and adores you. He needed to search for you, immediately but he didn't even know where to begin. He would drive home and make a plan as to which places he should go to look for you. If you were still in New York he would find you.

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You could barely keep your eyes open. The hour-long writing and staring at the screen of your laptop had exhausted you. Your back was achingly tensed up from sitting for hours at the table, writing your thesis. You tried to stay focused and to avoid too long breaks from studying. You were already behind schedule. The deadline would end soon and an extension of it would be impossible. Well, the day of payback and doom came closer and closer too but you pushed the thoughts of it away. You knew you couldn't do this forever, you had to face reality soon but for now, you didn't want to think about it. You'll find a solution to your problem. Soon, very soon but not now, not today.

You sighed heavily, ran your fingers through your tousled hair and buried your face in your hands. As soon as you closed your eyes, you saw him, Luke, or whatever his name was. Since you left him and his penthouse nearly a week ago you couldn't stop thinking about him. You permanently thought about his kindness, his warmth, his beauty, his tenderly demanding kisses, his skin on yours and how good he felt when he was inside of you. You missed him terribly. You didn't want to yet you did. Would he have slept with you if you hadn't asked him to do it? Possibly not. Luke was everything you ever wanted and you wished you would've met him under different circumstances.

Why couldn't you randomly have bumped into him on the streets of Manhattan? A meet-cute ending up in a café, followed by properly dating each other, would've been nice. Luke was attentive, mindful, kind, caring, affectionate, tender and incredibly erotic. The sex with him was so good and satisfying. He not only cared about his satisfaction, he cared about yours as well. Him, finger-fucking you in the limousine was the most erotic experience you've ever had so far, and not to talk about him allowing you to dominate him, later in his bedroom…and everything else afterwards. He truly saw you, he truly cared about you. He noticed and remembered everything you did, said or liked. The flowers he gave to you, the evening gown, the foot massage.

And he did all of this without even knowing you well. Luke had done everything Ralph had never done in five years. But Luke's affection, the blackmailing and your fucked up life scared you and it made you run away from him. He deserved better and not someone disgusting like you. The worst thing was you would never see Luke Larsson again. You had broken your rules, you had kissed him, a client and that was probably the most scary thing. Because breaking your rules has broken your heart… and his most likely, too. Something you didn't intend to happen, you never wanted to hurt him.

You were still denying it but you were into him. No, you were on the way to fall deeply in love with him. But you mustn't, you must forget him. He was your client and you had already gone too far with him. You were sure he would never forgive you and you hoped he had already forgotten you. You weren't any special or mattered, not at all, and certainly not to him. As much as it hurt, it was better this way.

You sighed again and tried to wipe away all those memories and visions of him. Running your fingers through your hair again, you stood up from your chair and stretched your stiff limbs. And Luke was still in your mind…and his scarf in the drawer of your dresser. You still had it. You shouldn't. You should've given it back to him already. You also shouldn't have lied to him. You didn't know how but he knew you were lying when you told him you hadn't found it on the floor of the hotel suite.

You just wanted to keep it, this little piece of silken fabric, a piece that belonged to him, a piece that gave you comfort and spread the scent of safety. His scent which you loved so much. You went straight to your dresser and took the scarf out of the drawer. You buried your nose into the silken fabric and inhaled deeply. It still smelled of him. You should better stop daydreaming and continue writing your thesis. You also should take a shower later, a cold one perhaps. You put the scarf back into the drawer, closed it and headed for the kitchen to prepare another mug of coffee. You turned some light jazz music on and continued working.

It was already 3 am when you went to bed after taking a hot shower. Cold water didn't help at all to wash him out of your system. You took Luke's scarf out of the drawer again, laid down on the bed and pulled your duvet up under your chin. You took a whiff and even though you were tired you felt arousal rise in you. You missed him and you missed his touch. Your fingers found your clit and you pleasured yourself gently but straight to a mind-numbing orgasm to get some stress relief, thinking of him.

On the other side of the Hudson, Loki laid on his bed and jerked himself fast and hard to a badly needed orgasm. He needed some relief from the pain he felt inside of him since you were gone and untraceable. His search for you in the last few days had been unsuccessful so far but you were always on his mind and tomorrow he'd continue to look for you. There were still some places he could search for you. You both didn't know that you pleasured yourselves at the same time, that you thought of each other and cried each other's names at the same time when your climaxes washed over you in the middle of the night. You were so close to each other yet so far away.

When you came down from your high you covered your eyes to keep the daylight out of your system as long as possible because the sun would rise soon. But instead of using your sleeping mask, you used Luke's scarf, covered your eyes with it and tied the two ends comfortably at the back of your head. You dropped your head in the cuddly pillow and a sigh escaped your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I miss you, Luke… and I love you,” you whispered tiredly. In the warmth of your duvet, engulfed by the quietly playing jazz music from your sound system and by the scent of his cologne, sleep finally took you.

Loki was about to fall asleep when he thought he had heard your tired voice, telling him that you missed and loved him. He knew he was just imagining it hence he hoped that you would at least come to him in his dreams.

The next morning, you were already sitting in front of your laptop again, your phone blinked and vibrated next to you on the table. You were knee-deep in writing your thesis and you weren't in the mood to answer any calls, not to talk about that you didn't have any time for it. You saw Rhea's name popping up on the display and you decided to answer the call.

“Hey, Rhea. What's up?”

“Hey, y/n. Sorry for disturbing you but… we have an issue,” Rhea explained.

“An issue? What happened?” You were curious about what she had to tell you and at the same time, you felt some anxiety arising in your gut. Did she want to sack you? That would be a catastrophe. Did Luke tell her what had happened between you two, that he was mad at you especially because of the letter you had written for him? Was it about him at all?

“It's about Mr.Larsson, dear.” Rhea sounded serious. The tight feeling in your stomach got worse.

“Mr.Larsson?”

“Yes, dear. I already waited for too long to tell you about it. Please come to the office if you can. It's urgent but I don't want to tell you about it on the phone,” she said, her tone slightly concerned.

“Okay, give me thirty minutes,” you answered, uncertain about how this meeting would end for you.

“Fine, I'll be here, waiting for you,” and you both ended the call.

“He did what? I don't understand. Who does he think he is? How DARE he? Guess I should be flattered,” you stated angrily thirty minutes later when you sat at Rhea's desk. But if you were being honest you also appreciated his concerns.

“Yeah, he doesn't want you to meet other men anymore. I suppose he cares about you, a lot.” Rhea had told you everything about her conversation with Loki and also apologized that she had waited for so long to tell you about it and that she hadn't sent you the money yet. She had been uncertain what to do with all the money Loki had already sent to her bank account to send it further to yours. She didn't want to do anything wrong and wanted to talk with you about it so she left the money untouched.

“Dear, we both know you don't belong here. You should take his offer. I'm sure he just wants to help,” Rhea tried to convince you.

“No! I won't take his money. It feels like he would buy me,” and you jumped off of the chair in front of Rhea's desk. “I know that I'm kind of a whore but… it's my decision, you know. I decide to meet a man or not. I decide which guy's money I take and how much. Does he really think if he offers the biggest amount of money he can own me and tell me what to do?” You were furious and walked up and down in the office. “I won't accept that!”

“I don't think he wants to buy or own you. I'm sure if you would tell him why and for what you need so much money he would give it to you without hesitation. That guy has feelings for you, you've grown on him and it seems…”

“Nonsense! And he knows, Rhea. I told him. No details, but he knows,” you interrupted her.

“Even better!” Rhea cheered. “And he still wants to help you! I know something is going on between you two and that something has happened. I don't want to know any details but this man is desperate and you should talk to him. He urgently wanted to meet you for a reason and I'm pretty sure you know what reason it is. Sorry, y/n but I really don't get why you are refusing his help.”

“Because I'm sure… no… I know one fine day he wants something in return. Everything in life has its price, Rhea. Life gives you nothing!” A single angry tear escaped your eye.

“I'm not sure about that, dear. Luke Larsson might be your way out of this business, out of your misery. We both know you don't belong here, desperation brought you here, to my agency, to my office. I'd be very sorry to lose you as my escort lady and I'd love to stay your friend but you should take this chance,” Rhea tried to convince you.

“No! I don't need a savior and I don't need love or care. I need money, lots of money… you have no idea,” you answered strictly.

“Then take his money, for heaven's sake! If you need the feeling of having worked for it try to imagine you'd meet him every day including the nights without actually meeting him. It's not that difficult. Your pride and stubbornness won't help you out of your bad situation, y/n.”

“Enough! End of discussion, Rhea. I can't and I won't take his money without working for it. I just can't do it. I never want to be owned by a man again, certainly not. I don't want to depend on a man’s mercy ever again. And the day will come when he demands a kind of payback, a kind of reparation. I refuse his offer, and you Rhea give him his money back. I don't want it. And also I want you to cancel my appointment with him, I don't want to meet him ever again. I leave now, I've a lot of work to do,” your tone dripping with anger and desperation. “Bye Rhea, see you next week when I'll have finished my exams,” you murmured sadly.

“Of course, dear. I'll send him his money back if this is what you want. I hope everything turns out well for you. Bye, dearest,” Rhea said and you hurriedly left the office without a further word. Rhea felt bad for you. She understood your motifs but she wished you would've accepted Luke's try to help you because it seemed this man genuinely cared about you. Of course, she accepted your wish and sent the money back with the note ‘acceptance denied’.

You wanted to laugh and to cry all at once. Why couldn't he just forget you like you had asked him for in your letter? And on the other hand, you felt wanted and cared for if it was true what Rhea had told you. Was he really desperate to find and meet you? Not that it would change anything. You had cut the wire and there was no comeback now.

You were still too upset to continue working on your thesis and so you walked aimlessly on the crowded sidewalks of the Manhattan streets. About an hour later you stood in front of the New York Public Library and immediately you thought about the conversation you had with Gabby about the Avengers and the Invasion of New York. Shortly after your last night with Luke, you couldn't resist finding out more about the incident and him.

To your astonishment, there was nothing much to find on the Internet and it seemed photos and articles from twelve years ago had been removed from the websites. Normally you wouldn't care about it but somehow you wanted to know who Luke was and what he had to do with the Avengers, the Invasion, and the avoided total destruction of New York City. You should be able to get access to old newspapers from that time and you also may find photos of him. And maybe you would find out his real name. It wouldn't change the fact that you'd never see him again but you wanted to know whom you had kissed and slept with, to whom you had given your heart.

You sat at a desk in the library, scrolling through several articles in the newspapers from twelve years ago. It took some time until you found the articles about the incident. There were short ones, side-long ones but no photo so far with all the Avengers in it. Mostly there were photos of a certain Tony Stark because his building was somehow involved in this so you scrolled further on the screen. And then, you had found it, a photo that involved all of them. In the photo, you also saw the three men you had dated: Steve Rogers, the fantastic dancer. Scott Lang, the guy who made you laugh the whole evening. Bruce Banner, with whom you had one of the best conversations and who invited you to a delicious dessert.

You scrolled further through the article and then you found it. The photo you were looking for. A photo of a handsome raven-haired man, incredibly attractive and with piercing blue eyes. The man you had dated, had sex with, and finally had kissed. You found his name written under the picture. Your friend was right. His name wasn't Luke Larsson. His name was Loki Laufeyson.

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Loki was weary and worn. Day after day he has searched for you without any success, without any hint of where you could be. He had searched for you everywhere, he visited every place he had been with you, he looked for you in every cafe, bar, bistro, restaurant, gallery, museum, and park, he went several times to Vivian's Velvet, he even visited every bookstore or grocery store. Nothing. It seemed you had vanished from the face of the earth. Maybe it would've been easier if he would know your real name but without that, it was nearly impossible to find you.

Also, you refused to accept his money. He was disappointed and it kind of hurt him when he saw the money had been credited to his bank account again with the note ‘acceptance denied’. You neither wanted his money nor wanted to be found. But he wouldn't give up on you. Not yet and most likely never. Nonetheless today he would go to Vivian's Velvet for one last time. His very last try to find you.

Cast down, he took a seat at the bar and ordered a whisky. Today he just wanted to get drunk and he drank his whisky in one big gulp. “Another, please,” he asked the barkeeper, who placed a further whisky in front of Loki. This one he also gulped down in one swift sip. “Another!” He growled darkly and the barkeeper refilled Loki's tumbler. Why didn't the alcohol help to wash this dull ache and the sadness away? It had always worked in the past when he took a bath and had a glass of wine and never thought about his lost love interests again. Why didn't it work this time? He emptied his whisky quickly and ordered another one.

“Hello, handsome. Shouldn't you slow down a bit?” An attractive, tall, red-haired woman addressed Loki and took a seat on the bar stool next to him, temptingly crossing her long, black nylon-dressed legs. Her short black leather dress showed more of her bodily features than it covered.

“Mind your own business, my Lady. My drinks are none of your concerns,” Loki stated, annoyed without looking at her and took a sip of his next whisky. He didn't want to be rude but he wasn't in the mood for a conversation or flirting.

“Does it hurt that much? What is it you're trying to numb so desperately? Want me to distract you, pretty one? Want to play with me?” she offered him, her voice soft like velvet and her fingers trailed gently over his forearm up to his bicep. Loki immediately grabbed her hand and stopped her from touching him.

“Don't! I appreciate your tempting offer and you're a really pretty woman but I'm not interested, thank you,” Loki informed her, looking sternly at her. She withdrew her hand from his grip and smiled at him.

“I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to be pushy. I just thought I could help you to forget some of your… grief.”

“That's very kind of you but nothing and nobody can help me to forget, I guess.” Loki swirled the whisky in his glass, staring absent-mindedly at the golden-brown liquid.

“That bad?” She asked cautiously.

“Yeah, it's that bad,” Loki swallowed the entire contents of his tumbler. With the emptied glass he gestured to the barkeeper to refill it and turned his head towards the woman next to him.

“Can I get you something? What would you like to drink? Champagne, a cocktail or something else?”

“Champagne would be nice,” she answered sweetly. “Is she nice?” She wanted to know.

“Who? What do you mean?” Loki asked, irritated and playing with the whisky tumbler in his hands.

“The woman you try to forget,” she responded smilingly.

“How do you know I'm trying to forget a woman,” Loki responded, looking quizzically at her.

“Because men try to drown their pain and lovesickness in lots of alcohol and mostly they're having casual sex with a Callgirl too. That's why many of them are coming here to Vivian's,” she explained knowingly.

“I'm not one of them. I came here a few times to look for her and we had our first date here. She's gorgeous. Over time we became closer to each other and then she vanished. And now I'm looking for her but without success,” Loki told her and emptied his whisky glass.

“So she's one of us?” She wanted to know.

“Kind of. She is… was my escort lady.”

“An escort? Maybe I know her… what's her name?” She asked him.

“Yeah! Yeah, maybe you do!” Hope arose in Loki again. “Her name is Sugar,” and Loki was sure she'd know promptly who he meant. But her answer crushed his hope.

“Sugar, you say?” She contemplated for a moment before she answered him. “No, I'm sorry, I've never met an escort here named Sugar.”

Loki nodded sadly and gave her a description of your appearance when he suddenly remembered a little something.

“Do you possibly know an escort lady named Candy?” He asked her excitedly. It was the last glimmer of hope.

“Candy? Yes, of course, I remember her. She's lovely but I haven't seen her for weeks now. Maybe she quit, I don't know. We were never close, you know.” Loki's hope died instantly and he took a deep breath, shaking his head in disbelief. He slowly believed the universe didn't want him to see you ever again.

“What a lucky girl she is. I wish such a great guy like you would love me like that and look for me like you are looking for her. But I'm sorry, handsome, I think I can't help you. You need to continue searching for her, I guess.” She genuinely pitied him. He was truly sad and desperate and obviously in love.

“And yet she ran away,” Loki murmured. “No worries, it's alright. I won't stop searching for her but I don't want to keep my hopes up too high, you know. But I appreciate you're trying to help me,” Loki continued but could barely hide his disappointment.

“No issue. I'm sure you'll find her. Love always finds a way. Heads up, handsome,” she said, trying to rebuild his confidence.

“I just hope you're right,” was the only thing Loki could answer.

“Thank you for the champagne, I'll leave now. And hey, don't give up on her. I'm sure she is waiting for you. You're a very decent man… coming here frustrated and love-sick and refusing a good fuck… if this isn't fidelity and love then I don't know what is. Good luck, pretty boy” she said kindly, smiled at him, hopped off the bar stool, and went away. She was looking for a man to spend a night in bed with and maybe she would fall in love with one of her clients too but she knew Loki wouldn't be the one. This place in his mind, in his heart, and in his bed was already taken.

It was in the early morning hours when Loki decided to finally go home when he saw a black limousine in the car park right in front of Vivian's Velvet. He was instantly sober. Walker casually leaned against the vehicle, a coffee from a takeaway in his hand. He had had a long night after his two-week vacation but now his shift was over and he would drive home soon. Loki and Walker never crossed their paths in the last few days or nights but it seemed it was meant to be that Loki was meeting him now. Not Vivian's was his last hope, Walker was and Loki was well aware that only Walker could help him to find you. It wouldn't be easy to break his secrecy. But he wanted to give it a try. If this wouldn't work, nothing would.

“Good morning, Walker. Hope you're fine. Do you remember me?” Loki greeted him.

“Good morning, Mr.Larsson. Of course, I remember you, Sir. I hope you're doing well, too,” Walker replied, unsure what Loki might want from him.

“Haven't seen you for a while,” Loki continued. Walker took a sip of his coffee and stared emotionlessly at Loki over the rim of his mug. Walker was cautious with every suitor of the escort ladies he was responsible for.

“I don't want to beat around the bush. I need your help, Walker and it's urgent,” Loki told him, with sadness in his voice. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his chinos and waited for Walker's reaction.

“What kind of help, Sir?” Walker grumbled, raising his eyebrows. He didn't trust a suitor, least of all the pretty ones.

“Sugar. I need to find her and it's urgent. I have looked everywhere for her, days and nights for the nearly last two weeks and I can't find her. Please, Walker, I need you to help me,” Loki asked him desperately.

“What makes you think I could help you, Mr.Larsson?” Walker questioned him dismissively.

“You know where she lives, you always drive her home after her dates. Walker, please bring me to her, I really need to talk to her. I need to see her,” Loki responded firmly, gesticulating with his hands to emphasize his request. Walker's answer was a deep, wholehearted laughter.

“And why should I do that, Sir? Do you really think I'd drive suitors to the escorts’ homes? I'm sorry, Mr.Larsson but this is really ridiculous.”

Loki rolled his eyes annoyed and bit lightly into his lower lip, placing his hands on his hips.

“I genuinely appreciate your discretion Walker and I'm glad that you take your job that seriously but you quite don't understand the urgency of this matter…I. Need. To. See. Sugar. Please!”

“No! I won't bring you to her home. I'll protect the ladies and nothing will change that. Not even a filthy rich guy like you!” Walker grumbled darkly. He would protect the escorts at all costs, especially you because he had a soft spot for you.

Loki walked towards him until their noses were almost touching. They gave each other a death stare and if looks could kill both would die instantly.

“Bring me to her,” Loki demanded insistently.

“No!”

“You'll bring me to her, Walker! Don't make me force you!” Loki's anger was growing fast but it was the anger of a man who was desperate to find his beloved girl.

“No!” Walker didn't give in. He couldn't know that he would lose any kind of fight against Loki but he would defend your privacy until his very end.

“Damn Walker, she's in danger, she needs help, urgently! So get up your ass and bring me to her!” Loki was upset but of course, he didn't want to hurt Walker physically, it wouldn't help anyone. But something in Walker cracked. He frowned and Loki took one step backwards.

“In danger? Why should I believe you?” Walker asked curiously. He was genuinely concerned now.

“Because it's the truth and you need to trust me.”

“I never trust a suitor. Sugar always spoke highly of you but it's my golden rule to never trust the men who book an escort lady.” Walker explained vehemently.

“She spoke to you about me?” Loki wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad sign.

“She just answered my concerned questions, nothing more but she was always fond of you. So, tell me, why should I believe or trust you? Maybe you're just telling fuckin’ lies to get to her.”

“In the last night we spent together we came very close to each other, not only physically but emotionally too. She stayed for a reason the whole night, you should remember that night and you got well paid for it that you waited until the next morning for her.” Walker remembered that night very well because it was something that didn't happen very often.

“She left without a word when I was still sleeping and the only thing she left for me was a letter, in which she told me mostly everything about her,” Loki continued.”She's in danger, Walker. Someone is blackmailing her. She needs my help. Please, Walker, we're on the same side, we both love her, each his own way, and we both want to protect her. Walker, I'm begging you, bring me to her!” Why the hell was this man so stubborn?

“Do you have any witness of what you're telling me?” Walker was still wary towards Loki but his concerns for you grew. What if he told the truth?

Loki pulled your letter out of the inner pocket of his jacket, unfolded it and showed it to Walker. He didn't give it to him because its contents were too private and just meant for him and it was the only thing he had from you besides the thong he had stolen from you when he pleasured you on the backseat of the limousine which stood right in front of him now. He carried your letter always with him like a treasure. He just wanted Walker to see it and prove to him that he wasn't lying.

“She wrote it in this letter. I told you the truth. Please help me, Walker.” Loki begged him quietly, tears brimming in his eyes. Walker frowned and rounded the limousine.

“Get into the car, Mr.Larsson. I'll take you to her!” That was what Loki wanted to hear.

“Thank you, Walker. I owe you.” A big smile appeared on Loki's face. He put your letter back into his pocket again and he quickly jumped into the car.

The sun was shining brightly this morning. Not only in the sky but also in Loki's heart. He put his sunglasses on and not much later, Walker parked the limousine in front of the building you were living in.

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 8

Chapter 7 Chapter 9

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Angst. Oral (male receiving) Soft Loki, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. When you arrive to open the club, you find Loki in his office. You intended to help him, but nothing ever goes according to plan when dealing with the God of Mischief.

Word Count: 4,311k

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A/N: WHEW! This drained me LOL. In a good way, I slept like a baby after this. This is definitely one of the heaviest things I've released into the wild. Also, sorry babes! I'm going on vacation next week so no new chapter next week. I was going to try and type something up and save it as a draft, but no go. Too hectic at home. You can definitely use this chapter to tell me your theories! Who do you think the saboteur is? When will Y/N give in? Can Loki's patience outlast Y/N's stubbornness??? Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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It was no secret that you had trust issues. You did not trust how quiet it had been from the saboteur. You did not trust that the person just gave up their reign of terror. You didn’t care for the silence. Every shadow was the saboteur. Every delivery had an air of doom. 

You were on edge and it made the others on edge as well. It had been a few quiet weeks since the last surprise from the person out to hurt Loki and by extension, his club. And you realized that the more you thought about it, the more the person won. This was what they wanted. For you all to cower in fear, jumping at shadows and mistrusting the person next to you.

Fuck that. You knew every person here. Inside and out. You were not going to go on a witch hunt. Loki wanted to, desperately. It took all of your concentration to keep him at bay and keep the club running smoothly.

You looked over your notebook, running through the calendar for the evening. You were due to have a large party in the Helheim room. Your heels echoed in the quiet space. You liked to arrive early and have a bit of peace to yourself before the hustle and bustle started. You were able to collect your thoughts for half a second, before the complaints started.

You ran through the list of special requests. You rolled your eyes. Those were always fun. Not. Loki promised decadence and your every fantasy fulfilled. That translated to entitled assholes who thought that they could treat the waitstaff like personal servants and entertainment. You grabbed a pen from your pocket to make a note for yourself. You had to talk to the waitstaff and bartenders to cut the party off if they got too rowdy. You’d deal with the consequences.

You passed by Loki’s office on your way to yours. The door was propped open. You put your hand on the cold doorknob ready to close it when you peeked inside and saw Loki sitting at the desk. He was rubbing his jaw and staring down. 

You knew he’d sense you in a moment but for a brief second, you watched him. You watched the angles and lines of his face. The sharp turn of his nose, his downturned mouth. His jacket was off and hanging over the edge of his chair. The sleeves of his black shirt were pulled up revealing pale flashes of his forearms. His long, delicate fingers were clenched in a fist. 

He looked like a statue made real. One of those old statues built long before your time that decorated the palace where Loki resided. The ones that were carved from real artists. Who turned cold, unyielding stone to breathing moments of life. The humans on Midgard had similar statues in their museums. 

The kind where detail was paramount. Fingers dug into skin, clothes were draped just so, and faces held that serene pain you often found on Loki’s face when he thought no one was looking. 

You pushed into the room. Loki didn’t stir. You walked up to the desk.

“Loki?”

Loki took a deep breath as if you roused him from a dream. “Darling,” he said. His voice was deeper and raspier than normal. 

“Have you been here all night?” You asked.

His desk was littered with paperwork. His once neat desk was cluttered and haphazard. It was so unlike him that you stared at it in shock. You looked back at him. His hair was dry and lifeless. It hung on his shoulders but there was none of the ethereal otherness to it. 

“Has the morning passed already?” He did not sound like your Loki. He sounded tired and unfocused. 

“Did you sleep here?” You looked around the room and noticed that his couch remained untouched. You made him keep a blanket draped across it for decoration purposes but also in case he wanted to take a nap. He thought you were joking. He could just conjure one up. But why waste the effort?

“Sleep would imply that I closed my eyes and rested. I assure you, no such luxuries were forthcoming,” he said. He rubbed his eyes and you crossed behind the desk to get closer to him. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you. 

You cursed softly at finding his eyes red. He smirked at you. At least the bastard hadn’t lost that.

“Worried for me, Darling?” He asked.

“This is what the saboteur wants.” You looked around his desk once more. Sure enough, there was the card he found on top of the ale delivery. He glanced at it too and his frown returned. You turned him once more to look at you. “They win if we let our guards down and obsess. This is no way to live. We’re constantly on the defensive.”

He smirked once more. “That’s why I spent the evening reviewing security measures. Whoever this person is, they know how to sneak past them. I planned to add more today.” 

“You need to go home and get some rest. You’re no good to anyone like this,” you said.

“Is that an invitation?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “If I take you to bed, it will be with your full faculties. Not…whatever this is,” you said. Even you knew to tread lightly. You’ve seen Loki on rough days. This went beyond rough. 

Loki looked…defeated. Which was impossible. Gods weren’t defeated. Certainly not your dark prince. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He spread his legs, one knee bent and the other thrust in front of him. His office chair was his throne and you were a lowly peasant seeking an ounce of mercy.

But damn if he didn’t look delicious. Damm him. Sleep-deprived looked good on him. Everything looked good on him. He sat there as if he were ready to entertain noblemen or hold court. The dark circles under his eyes gave him an roguish air. 

“If you take me to bed?” 

“If,” you confirmed.

“Don’t you mean when?” 

“I never say anything I don’t mean, Loki,” you said. 

“And you don’t deny what has been said between us. I say you’re mine and you’ve yet to correct me,” he said. 

You pursed your lips. Was he right? Had you never denied him when he claimed that you were his? You thought back to your recent interactions and you realized with a start that it was true. You never corrected him. A slow grin crossed your face.

He held up a finger. “Don’t try to start now. No lies between us,” he said.

Your grin faded. Irritatingly enough, he was correct again. There was no use lying. While you weren’t quite ready to say the words, you were his. No other man did it for you. No other man consumed your waking thoughts and your dreams.

You sighed and crossed your arms. “Off to bed, Loki. Alone,” you added before he could come up with another dirty remark. He chuckled and looked you over. 

You wore your signature fishnet stockings and form fitting dress that hugged every curve you had. It stopped mid-thigh but rode up with every movement. You stood with your boots crossed at the ankle and Loki took his time looking you over.

The heat in his eyes must match yours. A pillow appeared at Loki’s feet. A plush black pillow from the looks of it. “On your knees,” he said.

“You can’t be serious,” you sputtered. It was one thing to ogle each other. But he had been up all night obsessing. You stood up straight and glanced at his still open door. 

“I never say anything I don’t mean, Darling,” he said with a smirk. 

Your lips parted as he threw his words right back at you. You bit the inside of your cheek. Indecision froze you to the spot. It was getting harder to resist him. Harder to not give in and say the damn words. 

You woke up feverish now. Every night this past week, you woke up in a pool of sweat with dark images of Loki floating through your mind. You dreamt of him in between your thighs, wringing pleasure from you as a musician plucked music from a violin. You dreamt of his lips on your neck. His breath in your ear.

Your night clothes stuck to you now as you woke up drenched in sweat and arousal. Always, you were denied. As if he commanded your dreams as well. That he would not let you have one ounce of peace until you gave in. Until you surrendered. And you were running out of excuses to say no.

It was maddening. This sick twist and pull between you. But you couldn’t stop. Found that you didn’t want to stop. You liked driving him crazy. You liked that he drove you crazy. He was consuming you inside and out. It would be too easy. Far too easy to grovel. 

“I won’t repeat myself, Darling,” he said. 

His office had a window behind him. The sun rose on the opposite side so there was only ambient light slashed across his features. It highlighted the shadows across his cheeks and his nose. 

You bent at the knees and he tsked. “Slower,” he said.

You walked closer and then looked at him in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. You kept eye contact as your hands slid over his knees. His thighs. Two can play this game. He’ll not dominate you completely just yet.

You used him as a crutch to sink softly to your knees. The pillow was incredibly soft. Like kneeling on marshmallows, the funny little concoctions that humans made. You stayed up right, blinking at him. 

He smirked and reached out with one hand to trail his fingers across your cheek. You nuzzled into his warm palm. It smelled like him and whiskey. He trailed his fingers over your lips. 

“Please me, Darling,” he faintly commanded. 

You leaned forward and unzipped his pants. You pushed it down far enough to free his hardening cock. This, this you could do. You could please him and remain your own person. You were his in all but that. You could not give all of yourself to him. Not when he was incapable of doing the same.

You watched him and his expression didn’t change. Oh but his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, cataloging everything that you did. You smiled at him and your tongue darted out to catch the single drop of precum beading on the tip of his cock. 

You trailed your hands up and down his dick, trying to learn him. Learn his sighs and hints of encouragement. You alternated increasing pressure and letting go to learn what he liked. You’d done this before but it was like you did it for the first time again. He smirked at you when you got it right and the thrill of pleasure went down your spine. 

He widened his stance when you bent your head down and took him into your mouth. He sighed as you slowly licked him up and down. Last time was a frenzy. A desperation to get as much of him into your mouth as possible. 

This time, you were able to tease him a little. To lick the underside of his dick and enjoy the way he jerked in his seat. He chuckled. “Remember Darling, whatever you do to me, I do in kind,” he said.

You paused as you thought about just how badly you wanted to tease him. But that meant that he’d only tease you back. And he was infinitely better at it than you were. It dawned on you that you may never best him. Never beat him at his own game. He was always a step ahead. Planning, plotting, scheming. 

You let him go with a wet pop and used your hand to stroke him. Perhaps you can’t win. But you’d enjoy trying. 

You grinned evilly and put your mouth back on him. Sucking in the salty, heady taste of him. More pre-cum flooded your mouth and you greedily sucked it down. Loki was not selfish with his pleasure. He hummed and cooed whenever you did something he liked in particular.

His moans made you go faster, take him deeper. You took him anyway you could get him at the moment. You sucked and licked and slobbered all over him. Chasing his pleasure and taking none for yourself. It wasn’t enough to satiate the burning flame inside of you. It would never be enough.

You needed him inside of you. You burned with the ache every time you went to bed. There were moments when you were finally alone in your office and you indulged in the fantasy of him not needing those stupid words. Of him getting so worked up that he just stormed into your office and took you right then and there. 

Your panties were already flooded. Soaking through with each swipe of your tongue against his tip. Distantly, you remembered that his office was still open. The thought of nearly getting caught made you take him deeper than before. 

Loki groaned and stroked your cheek. Your hair was pulled back this time, so there was nothing for him to move out of the way. Instead, he gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down faster. He drove his hips up to meet your eager mouth.

“My precious Darling, fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so sexy with my cock in your mouth,” he said. 

You made a noise but it was muffled by the slide of his dick in your mouth. Your gagging filled the quiet office. 

“That’s all it takes, is it? My cock in your mouth? My cum down your throat?” 

His dirty words made you wetter. You were pitifully mistaken. You thought one more taste of him would hold you over? That it would quench the need inside of you? You had no idea. You would never get enough of him. Never.

Your hands were braced on his thighs for leverage. But since he took over fucking your mouth, you moved one hand up to fondle his balls. He groaned deeper, a rumbling bass in the back of his throat like thunder on the horizon. 

You played with him, giving him just enough pressure to give you that look. The look that said he’d fuck you into the ground if he could. He’d swallow you whole if he could. He’d consume you from the inside out and not think twice about it. He pumped your head faster. 

Your jaw ached but you didn’t care. You wanted his pleasure. You sucked harder and he yelped. Hot splashes of cum coated your tongue and you swallowed him down. He shoved one last time, hitting the back of your throat and making you truly gag this time. You coughed around his dick and he released you. 

He caressed your jaw, your cheeks. He placed kisses around your sweaty forehead, your lips. He licked himself off your tongue and groaned. “I like the way I taste on your lips,” he murmured. 

You kissed him back, threading your fingers through his hair. It was still smooth, though dry, but you just liked touching him. Being connected to him. The thought alone chilled you to your bones.

Loki sensed the change in you. “What is it?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing,” you said. You heard the panic in your voice. Try as you might, you couldn’t will yourself to calm down. It was a stray thought, nothing more. So what if you liked touching him? 

So what? Only that you wanted to keep doing it. You wanted to crawl into his lap. No, you wanted to crawl deeper. You wanted to climb inside of him and live there. You wanted his heart. You wanted his desperation. You wanted his obsession. You wanted his rage. His passion. You wanted to dance in the flames that burned within him. And it scared the ever living shit out of you. 

“Don’t pull away from me. What is it?” Loki gripped your shoulders and shook you. You shook your head. Words were clogged in your throat. You gripped onto his forearms to keep from flailing around. 

Fear jackhammered inside of you, pumping your heart painfully against your chest. You needed air. You needed away from him. You never ran in your life, but today was a day of firsts. You pulled away from him but he held onto you. 

“Tell me!” He yelled. “Tell me what happened!” 

“Let go,” you said through clenched teeth. 

“I swear by the gods in Valhalla…”

“No!” You thrashed and slapped at his shoulders. You didn’t want to hurt him. You just needed away. Time to collect your thoughts. Sex was muddying your mind and he hadn’t even been inside you yet! You needed time to rebuild that wall. 

Loki grabbed your face and made you look at him. He made you see him. In return, he saw you. His eyes softened as he gleaned what you didn’t want him to see. He had no right to see. 

“Fuck you!” 

Loki leaned down and kissed you, pressing you into him and not leaving you room to escape. “You have to feel it, Darling. You have to,” he said. He pulled you into a hug. Your arms were trapped against his broad chest.

Still you struggled and bucked like a wild horse. “You have to feel it,” he said. His breath fanned across your ear.

You didn’t want to feel it. You liked the icy interior of your heart. You liked the cage you set it in to keep from feeling everything too much. The minute you opened it, the minute you let it free…it hurt too fucking much. 

Loki held on to you. His arms were like a cage around you, encasing you. Your hands fisted his shirt. You wanted to shove him away. You took ragged breaths, your face crushed against his chest. 

He wasn’t letting go. You couldn’t win against him. Not by strength, not by wit. It was futile to try. You slumped against him. A keening whine leaving you. Tears stormed down your cheeks and ruined his shirt. The dampness spread and plastered against your face. 

Oh gods…it hurt. All of the ways that you tried to keep it in these past five years. The way you neglected yourself. Became a version of you that your siblings needed but didn’t appreciate. All the ways you stepped up to the plate, taking on more and more responsibilities. 

You collected burdens like a child collected seashells. The more you took on, the prouder you felt. You were handling it and handling it all without a problem. You bragged about being overworked. You bragged about not having a life outside of work and home. Look how responsible you were!

You liked that you clapped yourself on the back. It was a thankless job looking after your siblings after your family was gone. The bouts of fatigue were just because you worked too much. Not because you were grieving. Silly little feelings like that didn’t apply to you. You didn’t get to grieve.

The moments when you first woke up and were disappointed was harmless. Everyone experienced that. The moments when your heart seized, thinking back to the look on Thanos’ face. How he split the ship in two. You were shoved on one side with no idea what was going on. 

You would stand there, frozen. Clutching your chest as if he had killed you instead. You didn’t deserve to be there. Yet every day, the alarm sounded. You got out of bed. You did what needed to be done. 

You took this job to care for your siblings. You worked your ass off to earn more, do more, be more. To be useful. As long as you were useful, you could buy time. Time to find your family so that they could take over. So that they wouldn’t need you anymore. So that you could finally repay the life debt you owed them. 

A soundless scream left you. Loki rubbed your back, whispering something you couldn’t hear. Didn’t want to hear. 

It felt selfish wanting him. You had no right to him. No right. Your life was not yours. You were living on borrowed time. You were a placeholder. Holding space until you found your family. It wasn’t right, receiving pleasure. 

Things like laughing and kissing for the hell of it weren't for you. Things like running your hands through his hair, your heart soaring knowing that you made him smile, trading witty banter. All of it. You didn’t deserve it.

“Yes, yes, you do,” Loki’s voice penetrated the deep fog you descended into. Had you said it out loud? 

Loki called you by your real name. You knew that he knew it but he only used it once, when you first introduced yourself. To hear it on his tongue was too much to bear. 

You sniffled and he leaned back far enough to look you in the eyes. “I ruined your shirt,” you said. Like you ruin everything else. Your makeup, snot, and tears stained his shirt. You’d have to take it to get cleaned.

Loki growled and a beam of his magic passed over him, erasing your filthy fluids. “It’s just a shirt. I can make a hundred more.” He wiped your tears away, his thumbs passing right below your eyes.

“You know it wasn’t your fault,” he said.

You shook your head. It was your fault. You stood on the wrong side of the ship.

“Eyes on me,” Loki said. He waited until you finally blinked up at him. “It was not your fault. I was there too. I mourn for them too. You’re here because the gods willed it so. Because I will it so.”

“Loki,” you whispered. Your voice was rough and it burned with every inhale.

“No. Haven’t you punished yourself enough?” He asked.

“It’s never enough,” you admitted. “Nothing feels satisfactory,” you said. 

“You keep moving the goalposts for satisfaction. You create impossible hurdles for you to cross. And then blame yourself when you can’t see the end in sight,” he said. 

Fresh tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t know how to stop,” you said.

“I know. I know,” Loki said. He smiled at you. What a mess you probably looked like. You came in here with your armor intact, bossing him around, and ordering him to bed. But you were the one sobbing on the floor, stripped raw. 

“Let me in and I’ll help,” he said.

“It’s not fair…”

“Let me worry about how I choose to spend my time, Darling. I choose you. I choose your burdens. Your sorrows. I am a god. I can carry it,” he said. 

You sighed and wiped your face. There was no use fighting him, so why bother trying? You nodded. Gods help you, but so far he hadn’t let you down. He was there. Day and day out just like you were.

He already had so much to deal with. Now you were one more thing added on. On top of the stress of dealing with the club and the saboteur. Guilt ate at you like a vulture pecking a carcass. How could you even begin to repay him? 

Loki placed one last kiss to your lips. He lingered, his soft lips against yours. Sounds started to filter in from the club. The employees were starting to arrive. Loki kissed your forehead and released you. 

You missed his arms instantly as you got to your feet. The pillow disappeared and Loki zipped himself back up. He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’re not done, Darling,” he said.

“I know,” you said with a deep, wonderful sigh. The kind of relief that came after a good cry. Or a good fuck.

Shrill screaming tore your eyes away from each other. You passed a hand over your face and your makeup was pristine one more time. Besides a few wrinkles, no one would be able to tell what occurred here.

You and Loki left his office and raced down the hallway. Honey stood outside of her assigned room and screamed and screamed. Why was it that she was always in the middle of it all? 

You turned to the room…except the oppressive heat of the Helheim room greeted you. What the hell? 

You checked adjacent rooms and it was more of the same. The rooms were all switched around. 

“Motherfucker!” You screamed. 

Again, acidic guilt soured your gut. While you were busy crying like a baby, the saboteur struck again. Just waltzed in without a sound. And switched entire rooms around. 

On the outside of the room that Honey and a few other employees gathered around. There was another card. Loki plucked it from the wall and flipped it over before handing it to you. 

“Vengeance,” was all it said. 

You were going to find whoever was doing this and you were going to rake them over hot coals. You were going to find the nearest frost beast and help curb stomp the evil, vile coward. 

Magic burned beneath your skin, ready to become any weapon you chose. 

“They will find that vengeance is mine,” Loki said. He was uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes locked with yours. “It’s ours,” he said.

You nodded and handed him back the card. Damn right it was both of yours. There would be no hole to crawl into, no hell to flee to, no cave to hide in, that you wouldn’t find them and erase them from existence.

Count your fucking days, bitch. 

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Of Fathers and Sons 》 Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request:

"Daddy! Loki idea❤️

Baby's first bifrost

YN and Loki are going to visit grandparents Odin & Frigga and YN is nervous about the bifrost. Loki comforts her.

Also bonus points for cute grandparents stuff!" - Requested by my lovely friend @lokisgoodgirl ! Thank you for the cute request! 😄💚

Summary: It's time for Ella's first travel with the Bifrost - and not just that... There's someone important she is about to meet...

Warnings: fluff, itsy-bitsy bit of angst, fluff!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: The first request for the Baby Fever AU - yaaay! 🥳💚 I had so much fun writing this! The request inspired me, so I added my idea to the fic. I hope that's okay, @lokisgoodgirl! 😊 It's quite a bit emotional - and I love it. 😁 Ps. I didn't want to spoiler much. That's the reason why the summary is so short. 😂🙈 The title just came into my mind and I kinda liked it. 😊

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"Do you really think she's going to be fine?" Y/N asked, biting her lip nervously. Her gaze was fixated on the small baby girl, who slept peacefully in the baby car seat; pink dummy in her mouth. "Darling..." Loki began, stepping over to his wife and placing both his hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I promise you, Ella will be perfectly fine. The Bifrost is not going to harm her. Trust me." The young woman inhaled deeply, but gave her Prince a soft smile. "Have I ever not trusted you, Lokes?" "Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?" The cunning Trickster winked with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at his repartee. "No." His hands travelled up to cup her cheeks, "See?" before he dipped his head to press a soft kiss on her lips. "Shall we leave then? I bet my parents are expecting us already." Y/N nodded, "Yes. Let's go." and grabbed Ella's changing bag, while Loki squatted down in front of the baby car seat, carefully unbuckling the straps, which secured her. Loki already felt bad for what he was about to do, but it was better that way... He slipped his hands underneath Ella's small body and lifted her up - what caused her to slightly stir already. Loki held her with one arm and bounced her gently up and down in order to somehow wake her up. They had both agreed, that it was probably for the best, if Ella was awake for her first proper travel experience with the Bifrost - not to irritate her or something.

Her face contorted in her sleep, a frown spreading on her forehead. "Come one, baby girl, wake up." He stroked her cheeks in addition and pinched softly - not to hurt her, her tiny feet, which were wrapped up in the footsies of the white, pink rompers she wore. That caused her to finally wake up, big blue eyes fluttering open. On an instant, the small girl started to whimper and whine, causing the dummy to fall from her mouth on Loki's arm. "I know, princess, I know..." Loki whispered, pressing small kisses on her head. "Daddy is so sorry, but it's better that way..." Those words didn't seem to reassure Ella. She was still upset that her sleep has been so rudely interrupted; small cries leaving her pouty lips. Not even a kiss from her mama could help... Loki grabbed with his free hand the baby car seat, continuously bouncing Ella on his other arm, trying to calm her down. "Ready, love?" Loki asked, looking compassionately at Y/N, knowing that she had been quite a bit anxious about that. Also, because the Bifrost made her throw up most of the times... "Yeah." "Alright. Hold on to me?" The Y/H/C haired woman nodded once again and wrapped her arms around Loki's waist, changing bag slung over her shoulder. The prince looked up at the ceiling. "Heimdall? We are rea-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, before the familiar rainbow light swallowed them whole. While Y/N let out a squeal and held on to her husband for dear life, Ella had stopped her crying, surprised by the sudden change of her surroundings. She looked around, before her wide blue eyes met her father's identical ones, tiny mouth agape. Loki smiled at his daughter, witnessed how her confusion turned into fascination. No second later, the tiny girl started to giggle, looking around in awe, watching how the rainbow lights danced in front of her eyes. Unfortunately, it was over very soon, as Loki and Y/N felt the Asgardian ground beneath their feet. "Oh gods, not again..." Groaned the woman, immediately turning away from her God to, well... Throw up. What else?

"Every time..." She whined, turning back, only to see Loki smiling amusingly. "Stop laughing! That's not funny!" Y/N slapped his arm. "I'm sorry, darling." Loki quickly apologised and kissed her. "But... Look! Ella's fine! She even had her fun. Giggled through the whole travel, right princess?" He teased Y/N a bit, kissing Ella on her head again. "You're being mean." Loki chuckled. "No, I am not." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, you are." "No, I am not. I just stated the facts." Y/N pouted. "I love you. Now come on." He reached out his hand for Y/N to take. She sighed, but of course, took it. "Love you too, you cheeky, mischievous scamp." This caused Loki to chuckle again.

Together they made their way to the palace, passing by Heimdall, of course. "Heimdall." The raven-haired man greeted him with a nod. "Prince Loki, Princess Y/N... The carriage awaits you." He took a small bow and smiled at the couple. It was the third time for Y/N that she had the privilege to enter one of Asgards golden carriages, drawn by two white horses - and she was still totally enchanted by it, feeling like the princess she actually was. For Ella, it was the first time. Okay, strictly speaking it was her second time, but Y/N didn't count the one time when she had been pregnant. Loki handed Ella over to her mother and turned to open the golden door of the carriage for his girls, being the charming gentleman he was. "My princesses..." He said with a smile, gesturing inside the carriage. Y/N giggled and curtsied, "Thank you, my prince." before she climbed inside. Loki followed after, baby car seat in hands. When they were all seated properly, the carriage set into motion. Y/N couldn't help the giddy feeling inside her. She still quite couldn't grasp after all those years that she was practically speaking royalty. And yet she looked so 'Midgardian' - as Loki would put it. A normal summer dress and ballerinas. She suppressed a giggle. "What is it, love?" Loki asked, an amused smile on his face. "Nothing, babe. It's just... I still can't believe I am a princess and looking so... normal." He chuckled. "Well, I am not better, am I?" "You are. You're at least wearing a shirt and suit trousers." They had a laugh together, while Ella was in Y/N's lap, dummy back in her mouth and already half asleep again. "Seems like riding a carriage lulls her to sleep." Loki stated, smiling down at the baby girl. "Seems so, yeah..."

Once they had reached the big, spacious, golden palace of Asgard, they went straight for the gardens, where they had been already awaited for tea-time…

 "Mother." Loki smiled, when he approached the golden garden table, at which Frigga sat, seemingly enjoying the sun on her skin. The prince's voice caught her attention, of course and Frigga stood immediately up, meeting her son on the way. "Loki." The Queen smiled and wrapped him up in a big hug. "Hello, mother." Y/N stood behind, watched with a smile. Her heart clenched at the sight. She adored the deep bond Loki shared with Frigga. Ella was in her arms, cooing away softly, still on the verge of entering the world of dreams. After Frigga had greeted Loki, she moved past him towards her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. "Y/N, my dear." The two women hugged each other carefully, not to hurt Ella. "Hey, Frigga." "It's so great to see you again, dear. It's been a while..." That was true. Frigga had lastly seen her and Ella in the days after the birth. "That's quite right... I am sorry that we are just now come to visit." Frigga shook immediately her head. "Please don't apologise. It's alright. I understand that you wanted to wait until Ella is a bit older to travel with the Bifrost and take her with you. Thor and Jane did the same with Eisa, didn't they tell you?" "No. We talked about a lot but not about the obvious." Y/N said, giggling softly. "Thank you for understanding." "Of course!" An adorable coo from Ella, attracted immediately Frigga's attention. She looked down, smiling. "Oh, hello, my sweet little princess!" Ella looked up at her grandmother, smiling, despite the dummy in her mouth. "May I hold her?" Y/N nodded, "Of course!" and handed the baby over. "She has grown so much..." Stated the queen. "But she still looks like her father." Her gaze wandered to Loki, who held a smile on his face as well. They exchanged a look who spoke more than words could do. The proudness, love and happiness in Frigga's eyes...

"Speaking of fathers... Where is the Allfather?" The God asked. "He had been delayed beforehand and had to do something important. But he should be here soon." Loki nodded and thought for a moment. "Do you know where he is?" "In our chambers, I think." Another beat of silence passed. "Mother, may I have Ella back? I'd like to... Go to him and, uh, do this alone." He gazed at his wife. "Y/N, darling, is that alright? I-I feel like I have to do this alone." Y/N smiled and stepped closer, taking his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's okay. I know how important this is for you." She kissed him softly, before releasing his hand. "Thank you." He whispered, before taking his daughter in his arms. "Mother, I-" Frigga just nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know." See, it wasn't the first time Frigga saw her granddaughter... But it was the first time Odin would meet Ella. At the time of the birth, he hadn't been in Asgard. An important negotiation had forced him to make his way to Vanaheim that week and causing him to miss Ella's birth. The queen cupped her son's cheek. "Go to him." He nodded and made his way back inside the palace.

Loki's and Odin's father-son relationship hadn't always been the best - let's put it that way. There were difficult times and quite a lot of troubles they went through. Loki's heritage for example. Or that Thor had always been preferred over him by Odin. Luckily, they overcame those obstacles - together as a family and since Loki had Y/N in his life, everything had turned to the better for him anyway. By now, Odin and Loki's bond was stable. Not as deep as Loki's and Frigga's, but it was there. Loki had stopped proving to his father that he could be as good as his older brother or better and started to just be himself. He learned to accept his Jotun form; learned that a throne wasn't the glorious purpose he was looking for. His family was - and that was one reason why it was so important for the prince to have this upcoming moment with his father alone. Loki had grown, was more a man than he ever was before. He was a husband. A father. He had found the meaning of his life, without a doubt.

"Father?" Loki said after taking a deep breath, knocking at the big, pretentious door of his parent's chambers. The door got opened by a guard. "Prince Loki." He bowed. "Is my father...? Can I...?" Loki stammered, quite a bit nervous. Why was he nervous? "I'll ask the king." With those words, the guard disappeared again. Ella seemed to feel her father's nervosity. She started to whimper, tiny feet kicking against Loki's arm. "Hey, p, don't cry. Shhh, it's okay." He started to rock her gently, peppering small kisses on her chubby cheeks. "Your daddy is just a bit nervous, 'cause you're going to meet his daddy." To hear her father's calming voice seemed to reassure Ella a bit again and she got quieter. Moments later, the guard returned. "The king would like to see you." The guard stepped aside, granting Loki access. Odin stood on the majestically balcony, looking over his kingdom. Of course, he heard his son's approaching steps. "My apologies, son. I'd have loved to join you, Y/N and my wife sooner, but there was this incident I needed to take care of and-" By now, Odin had turned around and froze immediately mid-sentence, when he saw Loki standing only a few steps behind him, with a soft smile on his face - and his granddaughter in his arms. A shaking breath left the older man's lips. "Son, is that...?" Loki nodded quickly, "Father... Meet Ella - your granddaughter." and stepped closer, so that Odin was able to see her properly. Big blue eyes, meeting his eye. The tiny girl looked up at the other man in awe. It was a face she had never seen before. So, they just stared at each other. Was the Allfather... speechless? "Would you... Would you like to hold her?" Loki asked, quite a bit clumsily. Odin just nodded without saying a word. A few seconds later was Ella in his arms, eyes still locked on the older man she didn't know. It took her a few moments to feel comfortable, knowing that she was safe and that nothing was happening to her. Maybe she sensed that Odin was her grandfather? The familiarity? Ella started to smile and coo softly, reaching up her tiny hand to touch the Allfather's cheek and beard. It was a heart-warming moment. Loki felt it, saw the adoration in his father's eye - and was that a tear, rolling down the old man's face? The young God's heart threatened to break through his ribcage, it was beating that fast. Once Odin was able to tear his eye away from the small baby girl, he immediately looked at his son. "She is absolutely beautiful." He said with a smile, before he reached out and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "I am so proud of you, my son. Now you understand the true meaning of life. Protecting and caring for this small creature in my arms. Look, how far you've come. You're not the man you've been all those years ago. You found love, have a wonderful woman by your side and now you're a father. You are wiser, stronger and much more mature. Better... You are happier. I couldn't be prouder as I am now, in this moment." Odin smiled - genuinely, proudly and patted his son's shoulder. Loki couldn't believe his ears, had to suppress the upcoming tears. His father never said something like this before - and it made the young God incredibly happy. It meant a lot to him. "Thank you, father." The Allfather nodded and patted Loki's shoulder again. "Now let's join our women. I'm sure they are awaiting us already. It's tea-time after all." He watched his father turn around and leave, Ella still happily gurgling in his arms. Loki smiled. What more could he want for his life?

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Close Quarters

Summary: A prank gone wrong leaves both you and Loki stranded in a Vanir prison cell; arguments ensue, feelings revealed...maybe it’s not too bad of an experience after all. 

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Warning: angst if you squint

This was not what you were used to. 

You were used to a room surrounded in a subtle golden glow. A room filled with a plethora of books, a comfortable bed with fresh linens, and comfortable clothes. 

Not some damp and disgusting dump that contained a lumpy mattress and a paper-thin blanket. 

Contrary to popular belief, you did have some sort of standards--even as low as they were--this atrocious room (if it could actually be called one) did not meet those standards. 

“Well, this is a fabulous change in scenery.” 

Loki scoffed, “We’re in a filthy prison cell, Y/n.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I was being sarcastic!”

It was no surprise to anyone that you had both managed to find your way back into one. You had frequented the Asgardian prison like a drunkard would an alehouse. 

But those conditions were like Valhalla compared to this...trash. 

“Now, I know what you’re thinking: Oh no! Loki and Yn have once again been locked in a cage. How did this happen?” 

You paused for dramatic effect, “It all started when someone *cough* Loki *cough* felt the need to cause some chaos. Of course, with me being the greatest friend in the cosmos, I agreed to help him. Together, we sought off to unleash the Mare, to plague Thor’s sleep with terrifying nightmares. But alas, we were caught by the Vanir, and wound up in the place they deem a prison cell!” 

Loki growled, “Y/n, as much as I love you telling the stories of our adventures, I’m sure that the poor soul that once lived within that rotting skeleton does not appreciate it!” 

You huffed, “Norns, Lokes. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” With a final roll of your eyes, you stomped to the other side of the cell and plopped yourself on the...chair?

Norns, you hoped it was a chair.

With a sigh, Loki made his way over. “I apologise for being so short with you, Darling. I just want to find a way to get you back home.” 

Your heart fluttered at thought of him wanting to protect you; him wanting to ensure your safety and arrival back to Asgard. 

You couldn’t deny the feelings that had slowly crept into your heart over the centuries for the one that you called best friend. The sense of protectiveness he felt over you and knowing that he wanted you safe-

“You want to get me home?” You whispered. 

All you got was a nod in response.

“YOU WANT ME TO GET HOME?” 

He cringed. He knew he was in trouble now.

“Only me? What about you? I cannot leave the Prince of Asgard to rot in this abhorred cell alone!” You pretty much screamed at him. 

“I will not be leaving my...best friend in this filth!”

(A/N let’s change things up..have a Loki POV for once)

His head snapped up at the pause. The feeling that only occurred when you were close was once again present. What did the pause mean? 

Did it mean that you felt the same overwhelming fluttering feeling in your stomach when you were close? 

Did it mean that you felt the sense of safety whenever the both of you were cuddling on the couch in the library in the middle of the night?

Were his feelings actually reciprocated?

He needed to know if you felt the same way. So, he did the only thing he could think of. 

He cupped your face and slammed his lips onto your own; kissing you with a need he didn’t know he had. 

Fear shot through him at your lack of response. Maybe he had read the signals wrong...and you were only interested in him platonically? But that fear was soon eradicated when he felt your lips dance with his own. The only word coming to mind being Valhalla. 

Grabbing your waist, he pulled you closer. He needed the contact. He needed to know that this wasn’t just a dream. He needed to know that he was in this godforsaken prison cell, kissing the love of his life. That he wasn’t going to wake up in a few minutes to an empty bed and have to come to the depressing realisation that his subconscious made this up. 

Pulling his lips away from yours was probably the hardest thing he ever had to do in his millennium of life. As his forehead rested on yours, the realisation that his dreams never made it this far crept up on him. 

Opening his eyes, he softly gazed into your e/c ones; the ones that he so loved. This was real. 

You brought him out of his thought with a soft kiss to his lips. “Maybe the bacteria-infested prison cell was a nice change of scenery.” 

He grinned, “That may be so, my love.” 

He took a deep breath, “That may be so.” 

Locking his lips with yours was something that he could get used to. 

Probably not the best...but oh well :) 

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Five Times + One Time

Loki x gn!reader

Fives times you read to Loki and one time he reads to you

I've been perusing Loki fics here on ao3 (safely avoiding spoilers while I wait to watch episode 4 with my family) and I was reading "Everyone Deserves A Second Chance" by MerlinYouveBeenMyLittleBitOfMagic and got this idea. I HIGHLY recommend it, btw, it's so cute and had me smiling the whole time I read it

The books that I've chosen are ones that I've read bc I know them well enough. It felt weird for me to write about books I haven't read

Warnings: light angst, mentions of loss, mentions of family death, mentions of mourning, slight violence, lots of fluff and humor to make up for the angst, some swearing, book abuse??? I'm just bad at taking care of my books

Word Count: 5,970

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I.

After the Battle at New York, SHIELD and Asgard had decided it would be best if Loki spent time on Earth as a sort of punishment for his crimes. He would help clean up the damage he caused, under close surveillance, and in turn he wouldn't be sent to Asgard to rot away in a cell for the rest of his near-eternal life.

He spoke of the illusion of freedom during his entire tirade, but it was never as obvious as now. He was given a room in the new Avengers Tower, allowed to roam the common room and training rooms freely and do as he pleased for entertainment as long as he did not use his magic to harm others or cause mischief, and he was, most importantly, not locked up.

It was all a giant ruse.

His room was near bare. He had a bed and a desk, empty and unloved. He was fortunate to have been allowed his books from Asgard to fill in the space. Along with his books, Tony, begrudgingly, gave him a shelf to hold them all. Now, though still barren, at least he had something familiar and comforting in his prison cell.

He was free to roam the common room - sure. However, the Avengers would sneer at him and give him cold looks, spat words of distaste under their breath wishing he were on Asgard or - better yet - dead. He could wander the room, sit on the couch, get food from the kitchen and such all he pleased. But one false move threatened his captors being called on him (namely SHIELD and Odin) to execute a punishment when all he wished to do was read on the couch.

Life's great lie... freedom.

His sentence on Earth had no real time restraint, either. Loki could be on Midgard for a year serving for his crime, or 10+ years, wasting away, never to see the outside world again save for through a glass window.

Although all of the Avengers hated him, he couldn't say the same for the SHIELD agent that was brought on as his babysitter. Another precaution. You had been at the Battle, you had read the reports and seen what he'd done to your friends, yet you were more than happy to give him the benefit of the doubt.

So, while the Captain and Stark could just barely put up with his presence, and Natasha was more intimidating to him than he was to her, and Barton couldn't be in the room with him for more than 10 seconds for fear of killing the God himself, you could wander in with ease and greet him like an other human. You would sit down, near enough to keep an eye on him, but far enough to give him his space, and ask if it was alright to turn the TV on if he was reading, or ask about other aspects of his day. It was... mundanely friendly, if he had to put it into words. You could undoubtedly pin him to the ground and have him begging to be sent to Valhalla in moments, yet you elected to ask him about the weather with a calming grin.

On one of the rare days where you could find time to read a book instead of the endless manilla folders of paperwork Director Fury brought you, you sat in your usual close-yet-distant spot on the couch. The smell of warm tea didn't go unnoticed as you curled up with a knit blanket. Loki glanced at the cover for a brief second, not long enough to fully process what the image was or what the book was called, before he went back to his own reading.

Ancient Asgardian was notoriously difficult to read, but his mother had taught him how- wait.

He looked back to you, to your book. It was a worn paperback, clearly well-read and well-loved. But the words that made up the title didn't make sense to the God.

"Jurassic Park?" he asked, breaking the silence of the common room. Everyone else was either off on missions, in their rooms, or outside enjoying the day. "What does that mean?"

You looked up from the sentence you were on, mug of tea raised to your lips, just about to be sipped. It took you a moment to process his words. "Oh!" You closed the book on your thumb and held out the book for him to look at. It had the upper half of an unfamiliar skeleton on the front. The cover was yellowed with age and some pages were lightly torn. The cover read Jurassic Park in shiny blue text, peeling in some spots, but still legible, and Michael Chrichton beneath it in similar shiny red. "It's a book about this guy who uses science to bring dinosaurs back to life and he makes this whole amusement park based around them, but things go really, really wrong! It's so good!"

Loki studied the cover for a bit longer. "Mhm." He then raised his blue eyes to look at you. "What's a 'dinosaur'?"

Your mouth fell open in shock. "You don't have dinosaurs on Asgard?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

You pursed your lips, thinking about how to properly explain dinosaurs. "They're kinda like giant lizards from a really long time ago that went extinct because of a meteor crashing into Earth, except they're actually ancestors of birds, so they're not lizards at all?"

He smiled a thin-lipped, sarcastic smile. "Very eloquent."

"It's complicated," you chuckled. You pulled the book back towards yourself and flipped to the beginning. The front cover was taped back on with clear tape, flapping loosely with the lack of proper binding. To say the state of your book didn't simultaneously hurt and please him, both with how tarnished and loved it was, would be an understatement. "How about I read it to you? Then we can watch the movie and it'll make a lot more sense!"

Loki contemplated the idea. His eyes scanned over your book and your excited posture, then back to his now rather dull tome. He slipped a ribbon between the pages and shut his book. "I've no doubt you'll have to explain much of the Midgardian lingo to me." Even as he was trying to seemingly deter you from reading, he turned his body to face you, ready to listen to the story.

You just shrugged it off, eyes already skimming the first words, finding where to start.

"The InGen Incident. The late twentieth century has witnessed a scientific gold rush of astonishing proportions..."

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II.

Reading together had become more commonplace after that. He enjoyed Jurassic Park, even though you had to explain some of the science jargon to him. He really liked the movie, but he was admittedly disappointed the dinosaurs didn't win in the end.

During the weekend, you would both go down to the local library or book shop (you had to promise to keep a close eye on Loki, but he was just so happy to be out of the Tower) and choose a book to read during the week. It wasn't necessarily a competition, but checking in to see who was farther ahead each day invigorated both of you to keep reading even more. Then, you would discuss the book the next weekend and pick out a new one. It was comfortable.

The other Avengers didn't understand how you could be so at ease with Loki like that. More than once, one of them had wandered into the living room area and seen you and Loki, legs over legs as you sat on opposite ends of the couch, both of your noses pressed deep into your books. Fury had commended your ability to keep the God of Mischief in check, often asking how you were able to keep him so murder free. (To which you would always reply, "He just needed a friend, Director.")

You strolled with Loki through downtown New York. It was still a mess - tarps and scaffolding everywhere, parts of streets still blocked off to be re-paved and repaired - but it had its charms. Loki couldn't see the appeal when everyone was staring at him, crossing the road haphazardly, ready for him to attack at any moment.

"How about we read in Central Park today?" you suggested. It was hard not to notice the uncomfortable stares of New Yorkers, and even harder to brush off Loki's distress.

He scoffed. "You want to be seen in public for even longer with me?" He easily got ahead of you with his long legs and opened the door to the book shop, holding it open as you entered and as a few strangers exited before he followed inside. "Perhaps not the best idea you've ever had."

"Central Park is huge, Lokes," you said. He glared at the back of your head for the nickname as he followed you through aisles. "It won't be hard to find a quiet place under a tree and just read. No one would be around to stare."

You stopped at a shelf, looking at him with pleading eyes. He tensed his jaw, mulling the idea over. Finally, he sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Fine."

"Great!" You plucked a book off the shelf and handed it to him to carry as you slipped past him to the check out. "We're reading this."

Loki followed you, with little choice otherwise, flustered and trying to look at the book in his hands while following you, without running into any other patrons. He was soon stood behind you in line, waiting to be called for the next cash register. While he could, he studied the cover. Coraline was in red, hand-written letters at the top, just below Neil Gaiman, who he assumed was the author. An image of a child took up the rest of the cover. She looked almost carved out of wood, carrying a candle-holder and searching through the dark.

"What is this one about?" he asked, flipping the paperback over to skim the text on the back cover.

You grinned up at him, excited to explain this one. "It's about a girl named Coraline who moves to a new building, but all her neighbors are weird and she feels like she doesn't belong. Then, she finds a secret door and things get even weirder."

The corner of his mouth upturned in a small smirk as he looked back to you. "You didn't just pick this to make me feel better, did you?"

You gasped, putting a hand over your heart in mock offense. "Loki, I would never!"

"Mhm."

"Next customer, please!"

-

"This tree looks promising," Loki mused, looking up at the large elm.

You stepped into the grass, toward the large trunk, looking around for people. "And not a soul in sight." You plopped down on a rather soft-looking patch of ground, patting the spot next to you for Loki. "I think it's the perfect spot for a good book."

"It was your idea," he dismissed the implied compliment. He crossed his long legs when he sat down, naturally sitting taller than you. He leaned to look over your shoulder as you opened the book.

"Yeah, but you chose the tree." You looked up at him, offering a sweet smile. "I think that's the most important part."

Loki blushed, unused to such flattery. He cleared his throat and nodded to the book. "Well, don't keep us waiting, then."

Your eyes found the first word after a good, dramatic eye roll.

"We moved into our flat in Littlemead, in the tiny Sussex town of Nutley..."

-

"Coraline was woken by the midmorning sun, full on her face..."

You were already on chapter 6. It wasn't a long book, and both you and Loki were completely invested. You were pulled from your reading when you felt Loki's chin land on your shoulder. You could see him from the corner of your eye - his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed. Only a few people had passed by your tree in the hour plus you'd been there, but they hadn't even given Loki a second glance.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked. His eyes didn't open, but he was very aware of you and your actions now that you were quiet.

You hummed and carefully moved a loose strand of hair from his face. "Are you tired?" you asked.

He lifted his chin off your shoulder, shaking his head and raising his own hand to push his hair back. His eyes opened, but not to their usual full and bright appearance. "No, no, I'm fine. Continue."

You watched him for a moment longer. He didn't sit as straight as he had been, back arched as his shoulders hunched inward. His eyes already seemed to be closing again, but he wouldn't let them, rubbing his eyes with a knuckle and shaking his head to shake away the tiredness he felt.

"You really need to take care of yourself better," you mused. He gave you a confused look, brow furrowed. You held the page of the book as you straightened your legs and leaned comfortably against the bark of the tree (as comfortable as hard tree bark could be). He had no idea what you were offering when you patted your legs. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Lay down, Loki. Rest your eyes, take a nap - whatever. I'll keep reading, but you need a nap."

The God was hesitant to comply, but his mind couldn't come up with any real reasons not to. So, with a sigh, he stretched out his aching legs and turned to lay back on the grass with his head on your thighs. He immediately let out a sigh once he was fully laid out. He looked up at you through nearly-closed lids, whispering a thank you as though he was worshiping a higher power.

"Of course, Lokes." You gave him a warm smile, opening the book once more. One hand continued to hold open the book while the other gently began combing through his hair, prepared to stop at any moment should he ask you to.

"Coraline was woken by the midmorning sun, full on her face..."

-

III.

Loki was rightfully terrified of the movie Coraline. He was disturbed by the idea of buttons for a few weeks afterward, but you reassured him that no one was going to be sewing anything into his eyes without getting through you first. He felt much safer after that.

That place in Central Park quickly became a favorite spot for the two of you to hang out - read, have picnics, relax. The outside world couldn't touch you there.

But that didn't mean they didn't try.

Loki walking around the streets of New York was bound to get the attention of reporters and news outlets. Each new article made it harder and harder for you to get Loki out into the world, into the Midgard he was beginning to become comfortable and safe in. You found ways to sneak out, to be discreet.

But it didn't work as well as you'd hoped.

You sat with Loki under the tree, fingers combing mindlessly through his dark locks as his head lay in your lap. You were reading him poems by Edgar Allen Poe. You figured the Asgardian might enjoy them since he seemed to latch on to and enjoy Shakespeare.

Halfway through the Tell-Tale Heart, you're interrupted.

"Hey!"

You look up from the book to the man standing on the path. He was burly and looked strong, but he was obviously disheveled, with dirty work clothes. He got closer and you nudged Loki's head to prompt him to sit up, handing him the now-closed book in the process.

It was your job to protect Loki, first and foremost.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to back away," you warned.

Loki had never seen this side of you. People were usually too afraid to approach him; you'd never had to be an agent around him.

The man scoffed, a deep frown pulling his lips. He pointed at Loki. Rage flooded his eyes. "You Loki? You the guy that destroyed New York?"

You stood up quickly, standing in front of Loki. The man didn't like having his line-of-sight on the God disturbed, glaring at you with malice. "Sir, please leave."

"He killed my friends! My family!" His eyes became watery with restrained tears. "He deserves nothing less than what they got!"

"I'm sorry for your losses," you said, genuine but stern. You stepped closer to the man, hands up in front of you to show you weren't a threat. "But he is already facing a sentence for his crimes. I know how you must feel-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

The man stepped forward, approaching with blind fury. He was ready to fight you, just to get his hands on Loki and kill him like his loved ones died. Loki stood up, backing himself against the tree with the hard-cover book to his chest like a makeshift shield. You put your foot forward, strengthening your stance.

"Sir, please back away before I call the cops."

"YOU'RE PROTECTING A MURDERER!"

"If you come any closer, I will have no other options-"

The man, unwilling to listen to your warnings any further, ran forward with a shout. You sidestepped, but before he could get anywhere near Loki, you grabbed the back of his shirt collar and dragged him back. With his thrown off balance, you kicked a leg out from under him and got him to the floor. Then, you grabbed his arm and held it behind him and kneeled on his back.

The man was sobbing now, free hand clawing at the dirt in desperation to grab something, anything.

"I'm sorry for your losses, but murder will not help you feel better, sir. Trust me," you told him. You slowly got off his back and released his arm, helping him up. You still stood safely between Loki and the man. "Please, go home. Talk to somebody. It won't get better if you keep going on like this."

His body shook as he sobbed, nodding and wiping his red, teary face on his arms. You gave him a minute, holding him by the shoulder and just talking softly to him. Then, with a deep breath, he turned back to the path and walked away, pulling out his phone as he did.

"I didn't realize..." You turned to face Loki. His fingers picked at the corners of the hard cover, eyes watching the man retreat further and further into the distance. "I mean, I understood the general idea - the grieving, the pain, but... I never truly realized just how real it is."

You gave him a sad smile, walking closer and carefully taking the book from his hands. He was hesitant to let it go, to be utterly defenseless. You ran a hand over the cover, tracing the Raven etched into it.

"But our love was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee..."

You looked back up at him. His eyes were sad, remorseful. He had changed, even if no one else could see it. You reached up to brush a lock out of his face, tucking it safely behind his ear, before gently taking one of his hands in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Come on, Lokes. Let's go home."

-

IV.

From then on, you both decided it was best to stay inside for a while. You still went out to get books, and sometimes you stopped by a cafe to pick up coffee or tea and the occasional pastry, but all of your reading was done at the Tower for a while.

It wasn't altogether terrible to go back to reading on the couch, comfortably huddled together under a knit blanket and sipping warm drinks. And when you needed extra peace and quiet, you would take the reading to your room - squeezed in on the bed, backs pressed to the headboard, with no one to bother you except for JARVIS when someone else needed something. It was peaceful.

It's where you found yourself now, leaning against Loki as he silently read something from your collection. His arm was wrapped comfortably around you, tight enough to keep you close but loose enough where you could lean away and it would fall back to his side. The only sound that filled the room was his soft breathing and the turning of pages. Occasionally, the Avengers yelling outside the door could be heard, but it was so faint it didn't bother either of you.

You opened your eyes when you heard his book close. He was staring at the back cover, eyes in a daze as though he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

"Finished?"

He hummed, fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles into your shoulder.

"Good book?"

He nodded, snapping out of his daze to look at you. "Yes. I wasn't expecting the ending, but I suppose it makes sense."

You hummed, reaching a hand from under your blanket to turn the book over. Murder on the Orient Express.

"She was the best of the best mystery authors," you told him. You picked up the book and sat up, resting on your knees as you prepared to get up.

"What happened to her?" he asked, curious.

"She went missing," you explained. "Agatha Christie was there one day and then suddenly went missing. She was gone for 11 days before she showed up at a hotel, but going by the name of her husband's mistress. She can't remember anything about it."

You stood up, holding the blanket around you like a cloak, and studied your shelf to find where it had been pulled from.

"And no one knows what happened either?" he asked, even more intrigued now.

"Nope." You slid the book back onto the shelf and pulled out another one, carrying it back and sitting at the foot of the bed across from Loki. "But she kept writing after a while."

He hummed, nodding, trying to wrap his head around the new information. "And what do you think happened?"

You thought about it, crossing your legs and mindlessly running a finger along the binding of the book you held. Your face took on a more somber appearance, Loki noticed. Your gaze was distant and lost.

"I think..." You paused for a moment longer. You fixed your eyes back on him. "I think she was depressed, and confused, and I think she wanted to escape who she was for a while. But doing so made her mind think she really was someone else, until who she was and who she was pretending to be became blurred."

He nodded slightly at the thought. His hand picked at the palm of the other, his brain anxious and fighting over itself. Finally, he gave in.

"The man at the park... You said you understood his pain, that you had been where he stood." Blue eyes looked at you nervously, worry laced in the furrow of his brow. "What did you mean?"

You sighed softly, but you gave him a gentle smile. It wasn't much, but he appreciated the comfort. "I lost my brother, a long time ago. He was..." You smiled again, your eyes watery. "But I didn't have anyone else to turn to, and I was angry, and scared. So I attacked anyone I thought could have had a hand in his death - mobs, terrorists, entire government organizations... I was so desperate. SHIELD very quickly noticed me and apprehended me. They helped me get better - helped me be better." You crawled up to the head of the bed, sitting next to Loki again. His eyes followed you, sad and worried, and caring above all else. "Murder doesn't help - it just screws things up even more."

You breathed in deeply, staring at the symbol on the cover of your book. It had lost its dustcover a long time ago.

"If you hadn't, though," Loki spoke, voice soft, "I would never have met you."

You chuckled, wiping at your eyes with your wrist. "Yeah... Yeah, I guess not."

He grinned softly, happy to cheer you up even slightly. "What are we reading tonight?"

"It's called The Hobbit," you said. You showed him the cover. J.R.R Tolkien's signature was in a circle, emblazoned in gold. "I thought you might like it. It's very... of your time."

He chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at that. "Of my time? And when would that be?"

You shrugged a shoulder playfully. "Oh, you know, dragons and wizards and fireworks."

"Mhm, yes, sounds very much like my time." His tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Shut up and enjoy the damn book." You rolled your eyes, turning to the first page.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..."

V.

Loki enjoyed The Hobbit, and went on the read the entire rest of the Lord of the Rings series by himself in almost one night, too invested in the characters and what happens next to put the book down and actually take care of himself. You couldn't say you really blamed him.

You found him in the morning, just finishing up the last book. You sat next to him on the couch with two mugs of tea as he closed the book. He set the book on the table with the stack of others and took the mug from you, taking a sip before he decided to speak.

"I didn't expect... all of that," he admitted. "I knew there would be a quest and all the difficulties that brought, but to give up so close to the end, to feel madness from such a small object..."

He looked to you, like a child looking to a parent to make sure he wasn't saying anything wrong. You nodded, agreeing with him and gently encouraging him to keep going. He sighed, eyes flitting about the common area to see if anyone else was awake. His hands fiddled with the handle of the mug in his lap.

"It reminds me of the Tesseract. And..." He trailed off. He closed his eyes, jaw tensing. They opened again when he felt a warm hand on his arm. Your eyes showed nothing but kindness and understanding. "Why did you... Why have you been so nice to me? Everyone else despises me. Barton still mutters death threats if I'm anywhere in the same room as him, I- I don't understand."

You smiled softly. "Because I wanted to."

He shook his head, looking away toward the books, the TV. Anywhere you weren't. "You were assigned to watch me."

"And then I met you," you defended. Your voice was still gentle, walking on egg shells. "You were alone, and sad, and broken. From the moment I saw you, I knew you regretted everything you've done."

He chuckled humorlessly. "I'm a terrible person, Y/N. I'm a monster."

You squeezed his arm. "From my experience, bad people don't want to get better."

He moved to look at you from the corner of his eye. His eyes searched for any lies, for any hint you might be deceiving him.

"You're not a monster, Loki," you assured. You smiled softly. "You're my friend."

His lips quirked up minutely. "I'm not... the best at friendship."

"I think you're doing pretty good so far." You sipped your tea to make a point, rising a soft chuckle from the God.

You both sat for a while longer, drinking tea and watching as the sun rose over the recovering city. At some point, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his shoulder in a makeshift hug. Thank god he was wearing Midgardian clothes, otherwise the leather on your forehead would have been very uncomfortable. You felt a hand reach around and gently begin combing your hair, fingers running over and through locks as yours had with his many times before.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You hummed, lifting your head enough so you could rest your chin on his shoulder. You looked up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes, pleading.

"What?"

"I wanna read you a book."

"Darling, you could have just said."

"I know, but it's fun watching you crumble."

He scoffed. "I don't crumble."

"Suuure."

He rolled his eyes. "What book?"

"Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's my favorite, and I'll probably have to explain some jokes to you, but I think you'd like it."

He hummed thoughtfully. His eyes traced over your face, studying your hairline and the shape of your nose, your eyes. "What's it about?"

"An ordinary man, Arthur Dent, gets dragged into space travel and all he wants to do is go home and have a nice cup of tea."

He gave you a confused look. He waited for you to continue, but you never did. "That's it? Darling, no offense, but it sounds rather dull."

"Mmm. The Earth gets destroyed."

His eyebrows raised halfway up his forehead and he was quickly putting your mugs on the coffee table to drag you to your room. "Well, why didn't you just say so?!"

Your copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which you grabbed off your nightstand when you walked into your room and handed at him to look at, was thicker than he thought it would be. It was only when he read Five Novels In One Outrageous Volume that he understood why. It was paperback, like quite a few of your other books, but not as tattered and worn as your Jurassic Park book had been. The cover was full of a galaxy, but in the middle was a strange green creature with a suitcase. He couldn't pretend to understand.

You sat up against the back headboard, legs crossed, and you patted your lap to make a point. He playfully rolled his eyes, but laid down along the length of your bed with his head comfortable in your lap. He handed the book up to you.

"Comfy?" you asked, playful yet still genuine.

He hummed, smiling at your upside down face.

"Good." You booped his nose before opening the thick book, flipping through pages until you got to the first page.

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun..."

+ I

Loki's life, his past, his room, was all very sacred. When you hung out, it was either in the living room or in your room. To allow you into his room would be to open himself completely and utterly to you. And in the Tower, surrounded by past enemies and others who hated his guts, to reveal that one last little piece of privacy he had left...

You didn't expect it from him. If anything, when he said he wanted to read today, you had taken his hand and guided him off the couch and past his own door at the start of the hallway (for surveillance and safety purposes) deeper into the hallway toward your room. But he stopped you. He stood firm in front of his door and tugged your arm back so you wouldn't go any further.

And he let you in.

It was still empty, but it was much more lived in than it had been. More books littered the shelves; Midgardian books that you and he read together. Small knickknacks sat on the desk - a little bobble head of Thor he found quite funny due to its "big-headedness" being the most prominent of them all. You even noticed small pots on the window sill, life just beginning to peek out of the dirt.

He stood awkwardly as he let you explore the room, explore what little privacy he had left. His eyes watched anxiously as you skimmed over his book collection, which were mostly old magik and Norse books from home. He couldn't stop the smile that pushed his cheeks up when you tapped the bobble head, watching as the plastic Thor nodded relentlessly. You peeked into the flower pot and that's when he felt most anxious - he felt a lump form in his throat, and his hand began picking at the palm of the other.

"What are you growing?" you asked curiously.

"A flower from home," he had blurted, very unceremoniously. He cleared his throat and took a breath. "My mother gave Thor seeds from a flower in her garden, to give to me while I live down here. It's... one of my favorites."

You smiled, gently brushing a finger along the small, green sprout. Then, you backed away from the plant and turned to him.

"Thank you for letting me see this, Loki." You walked over and pulled his hands apart, stopping his nervous habit. "You didn't have to."

He grinned, soft and warm. Comforting. "I wanted to."

Loki let go of one of your hands, guiding you to his bed with the one he still held while the other picked up an old, worn tome from the nightstand. You recognized it as the book he was reading when you first read to him. It didn't look much worse in all that time - still worn leather and boxed edges, but well taken care of and loved.

You both sat at the head of the bed, cuddled close to one another. You rested your head on his shoulder, looking at the book as he lovingly ran a thumb along the cover of the leather binding. You didn't mind that he didn't trust you enough to hold it. It was his book, and he needed to be connected to it right now.

"My mother..." He trailed off and tried to find the words again. He'd never spoken about her to you before, but he spoke so fondly of her, you could only imagine how guilty he felt for disappointing her with his actions. "My mother taught me all I know. When I was a child, she would turn flowers from her garden into creatures, like frogs or even small rabbits. I was so amazed. And then she would turn to me and say that I could do it, too. I didn't believe her for the longest time..."

He let out a shaky breath. You looked up at his face. His eyes were watery, and you carefully reached to hold his hand. He smiled at the gesture.

"You've been so kind to me all this time. You've shared your books, your culture, your life with me. And," he took in a deep breath, glancing at you, "I wanted to share mine with you. My culture, my books..." My life went unsaid, but it hung in the air like a fog.

He cleared his throat, blinking away the unshed tears in his eyes and opened the cover of the book. It creaked and groaned, but it was music to his ears. He flitted through a few more pages, the title and chapter index, before he rested on the first chapter. It was all in a language you couldn't understand. It was comprised of runes, all neatly hand-inked in rows on old parchment.

"This is the first book she gifted me," he told you. "It's a book of fairy tales from Asgard."

He looked down at you with another grin, only smiling wider when he saw your awed expression. Old norse was daunting to most, but it only seemed to cast a spell of wonder over you. He chuckled softly to himself.

"The people who lived long ago, in the far-off lands of the north..."

--

The books in order: 1. Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton 2. Coraline by Neil Gaiman 3. Annabel Lee poem by Edgar Allan Poe 4. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien 5. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams +1. The Story of the Beginning by Foster & Cummings (a Nordic Scandinavian fairy tale)

#loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #fluff #light angst #slight violence #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

[dekatsu]

recommend fanfics??

only completed ones please!

If this is about bkdk, weirdly enough, I never went really deep into this ship's fics. I have read more dabi x hawks and shigaraki x natsuo fics than bkdk lol

Anyway, here are three chaptered bkdk fics I really loved reading:

1.

2.

3.

the last dragon-blood king

This one ticked all my favourite tags and the story stayed wonderful till the end. I quite enjoyed it!!

Two Oneshots I liked:

orange you glad we finally met

i wish i may i wish i might

Also, there is this a/b/o bkdk fic which I started really early on when it was still updating and wanted to pick up when it finished but never got around to. If I'm not wrong it's "how to train your shitty omega"? I just remember really enjoying the imaginary the author built. It was really mangaesque. The author literally brought manga panels alive in their words, and I still haven't figured how they managed that. I can't vouch for the ending but while I was reading it, it was pretty nice.

Here are three non bnha fic recs which are just straight up incredible:

Look my friend. I didn't read the Dr. Stone manga, so there were some characters I just didn't know but I could still enjoy the story and what stood out the most to me about this story was, and will forever be, the way the author changes their writing style from chapter one, senku's pov to chapter two, gen's pov. From the wording to the world view, it changed completely to represent each character and left me actually intrigued about how the author managed to be so authentic to both of those very different characters. Man, I really nerded so hard over this fic.

If you don't mind recommendations across all fandoms, I have a whole library in my bookmarks ranging from tony x loki all the way to madara x tobirama. Hell, there is even a really popular drarry fic which basically perfectly shows you how to initiate someone into a cult and I bet you at least 75% of the readers don't even recognize it.

Just drop another ask with a ship you like and I might be able to help.

Thanks for the ask! It really brought back some wonderful fics

#fic rec #fic recs #rn

[clandestineloki]

an hc where loki finds out s/o is stealing his clothes? fluff pless

“brother, have you seen my necktie?”

“yes i have, it was on your neck yesterday- LOKI WAIT LOKI I WAS KIDDING LOKI PUT THE KNIFE DOWN”

he’s almost going crazy looking for his clothes

accusing anybody and everybody, even some random guy across the street.

“YOU SCHEMER THAT IS MY JACKET” “...do i know you?”

absolutely suspicious of everybody

little does he know, you have an entire drawer of his clothes in your room

and somehow, you haven’t even been caught yet, even if he’s your boyfriend and literally goes everywhere with you.

and loki’s absolutely pissed he can’t find out who’s taking his clothes

until you make the mistake of leaving your door unlocked.

he opens the door, thinking of surprising you with a carriage ride around the park

until he’s the one who’s surprised

because there you are, on your bed, your hair messed up in the most adorable way, wearing loki’s shirt, loki’s sweatpants, and using loki’s cloak as a blanket.

and he’s staring at you, a smirk creeping onto his face, having caught the cuplrit after so fucking long.

so he decides to wait until you wake up.

after an hour, you wake up, a small sigh leaving your lips. you had been working for hours, and you were desperate for cuddles. loki was out with the others, so you settled yourself by going through “the loki drawer”, a drawer in your closet where you kept some of loki’s clothes so you could somehow feel his presence next to you.

you stir a bit until you realize there’s an arm around your waist. your eyes snap open and you slowly try to wriggle out of loki’s grasp, but he only tightens it.

“loki, i can expl-”

“five trousers, seven shirts, two neckties, and a cloak.” he says in a darker tone.

“loki, i didn’t mean to- EEK” you shriek as he rolls on top of you, grabbing your wrists and placing them over your head.

“so it was you,” he drawls, a malicious grin on his face. “my little clothes thief.”

“I-I can wash them a-and then return them to you,” you stammer, your cheeks burning from your position.

“oh, love, you don’t have to return them,” he smiles sincerely, then chuckles at the joy in your face, “i only ask of two things.”

“what are they?”

“one,” he nuzzles his nose in your hair, “as much as you can, wear my clothes when we go out.”

you blush even more at the feeling of his breath on your ear 

“a-and two?”

he bites down on your ear, quick, sharp, and all the more sinful.

“when we’re alone, wear absolutely nothing at all.”

#loki smut #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki headcanon #loki oneshots #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Love #loki fanfic #loki #loki x rea #loki x reader fluff

[annawoodhull]

Reagan Cooper x Loki Laufeyson

tagged: @queen-frodo

#i made another thing #oc: reagan cooper #loki laufeyson #loki x reagan #loki x rea #rea x loki #reagan x loki #fic: to build a home #im really happy with how this turned out #might use this as a banner thing for drabbles #tom hiddleston #jessica parker kennedy #oc #ocappreciation #queerocs #mcu oc

[goddess-of-geeks]

Simp List

*The people I plan to write for (its literally a master-list)

Marvel

Loki

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Matt Murdock

Avatar the Last Airbender

Zuko

Grace and Power (hiatus)

Azula

Suki

Sokka

The Legend of Korra

Korra

Asami

Lin Beifong

Kuvira

I’ll write for other charters in these series if you request it!

#Mcu #x reader #Avatar the last airbender x reader #the legend of korra #The legend of Korra x reader #natasha romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x reader #bucky barnes #The winter soldier #bucky barnes x reader #loki (marvel) #Loki x Rea #asami x reader #korra x reader #lin beifong #lin beifong x reader #mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto torodoki #shoto x reader #mha hawks

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Family Forged Between Realms

Word count: 9,600

Pairing: Loki and Thor x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of strained family relationships

This was such a cute prompt! I had the ABSOLUTE WORST writer's block 😣 but I think it turned out alright? I hope it did! 💚

Prompt - reader wishes they had a closer sibling relationship in their life. Thor and Loki decide they’re going to help with that. + prompt - Thor and Loki play a game at the reader’s expense

They say that family ties aren't always bound by blood.

It was always comforting to think about it. You had a loving single father, and he was your entire world. On the other hand, you had a mother who'd left you when you were only a year old, and two older brothers who blamed her absence on your existence. To say your relationship was strained was an understatement.

You didn't have aunts and uncles, you didn't have cousins to grow up alongside and supplement that sibling bond that was missing in your life. Of course, you had friends growing up - some had come and gone, others had remained in your life to varying degrees to this day. None of those relationships quite felt as though it filled that void left by the two siblings who'd scorned you as far back as you could remember.

So, yes. You still held out hope that there was potential to form that close, unbreakable type of bond with someone, even in your adult life. Because blood bonds had failed you so far.

You hadn't anticipated that family ties could be forged across realms.

Most of the year, you lived in one of the many residential floors of the Avengers tower in New York. It was convenient, since you worked alongside Bruce Banner as one of his lab interns. The job certainly had its perks - a cushy apartment, decent pay, unlimited access to Banner's brain... not to mention, the chance to get to know the actual Avengers. That piece was really shocking at first, although you found that despite their superhuman abilities, they were quite personable.

A few times a year, you made the trip home to visit with your family. Mostly because you missed your dad terribly, but you were unfortunately obligated to spend time with your older brothers at least during the holiday season. A part of you always hoped that this year would be the year that things would be different - that they'd suddenly realize they had been unfair to you, and they wanted a relationship. And every year you were sorely disappointed. After a week filled with tense family dinners and cold stares, you were more than ready to be home, where you could seek solitude when you needed it and confide in your friends when you wanted to rant.

"Seriously... if it weren't for my dad, I wouldn't even bother going home for the holidays." You leaned your head back against the sofa cushions, reaching out to accept the very full glass of wine Nat offered you as she took her seat beside you. "I'd much rather spend the holiday season with you guys. It would be a hell of a lot more fun."

"You'd rather sit on the couch and drink wine all night on Christmas Eve while watching terrible movies and complaining about our lack of festive spirit?" Nat quipped.

"That sounds wonderful. Count me in next year," you sighed. "Holidays with my family are emotionally exhausting."

"Maybe next year go visit with your dad at a different time?" Wanda suggested. You shook your head with a sad smile.

"He loves having his whole family under the same roof. I can't take that away from him." You took a long, drawn-out sip of wine from your glass, savoring the full-bodied, oaky taste on your tongue. Nat always did know how to pick out a fantastic bottle of wine. "I know it will never happen, but sometimes I just wish I could have a loving sibling relationship with my brothers. I feel like I missed out on that my entire life."

Wanda smiled, her eyes glazing over, likely remembering her own close relationship with her twin brother. Your heart ached for her, knowing what she had and how abruptly she'd lost it. At least you never had a real sibling to lose.

Nat, on the other hand, laughed with a shake of her head. "It's not all sunshine and rainbows, even in the best sibling relationships. Yelena and I fought all the time when we were kids. Still do, in fact."

"Yeah, but it's all out of love, right?"

Nat chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose."

"See, I would give anything even to have fights with my brothers. Fighting would mean there was some emotion. My brothers are just... cold. Indifferent."

Wanda reached over from the armchair she was perched in to place a comforting hand on your forearm. "Well, we can be your sisters if you'd like."

You smiled, a breathy laugh puffing through your nose. "Thanks. But you guys are my best friends. You already know way too many of my secrets to be my honorary siblings."

"Yeah, you probably wouldn't want a sibling to know about that night in Ibiza..."

"We don't talk about that, remember?" you hushed quickly, earning a laugh from your two friends. "Anyway... I really appreciate the sentiment. Maybe someday I'll have that sibling sort of relationship with someone."

The three of you continued chatting about the holidays, sharing what you'd missed while you were away. You had no idea that anyone else had been listening to your conversation that evening. As it turned out, there had been a familiar hulking figure standing just outside the door to your apartment, and he'd heard the whole story.

Thor had become a fast friend of yours when you'd moved into the tower. It was hard not to want to be friends with him - he was boisterous, funny, and above all he cared deeply about the welfare of all his friends. On days you were feeling down, there just wasn't anything quite as uplifting as one of Thor's giant bear hugs.

His brother, Loki, on the other hand, had taken longer to warm up to you. It took him time to warm up to anyone, Thor assured. He definitely wasn't the physically affectionate type in the way his brother tended to be - he always seemed to have a grimace on his face when Thor forced him into one of his trademark hugs. Although, he certainly wasn't shy about the playfully aggressive sort of physical affection with his older sibling. A hard shove on the shoulder when Thor said something particularly amusing, or a gentle (mostly) whack to the back of his head when Thor said something rude or embarrassing, were commonplace with Loki.

It was only after you'd encouraged him one too many times to confide in you after an argument with Thor or one of the other Avengers that Loki finally caved and began being more open with you. He was hesitant initially to talk about his problems with a mortal like yourself, but you were patient with him, and a good listener to boot. And, surprisingly, you often had good advice for him. He hated to admit it, but his relationship with Thor had improved significantly since he'd begun coming to you first before lashing out at the blond, robust god. Not to mention, he came out of their heart-to-heart conversations with a lot fewer bruises.

Hearing your plight about your uncaring siblings and your unmet need for a loving big brother or sister, Thor immediately knew he had to do something. You'd taught Thor and Loki how to be better siblings - a grand feat in and of itself. It was time they returned the favor. Who better to fill the brother-shaped void in your life than the Asgardian duo?

"Loki!" Thor burst excitedly into his brother's bedroom without so much as a knock. Loki rolled his eyes, shutting his book and placing it on the bed beside him where he was propped against his headboard.

"Welcome, dear brother! Please, come inside! Make yourself at home." His tone was positively laden with sarcasm.

"Yes, yes, I'll remember to announce my presence before entering next time," Thor sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance. "Brother - we must embark on an important mission!"

"And, pray tell, what might that be?" Loki groaned, scowling.

"We must adopt the young lab assistant as our honorary sibling!"

Loki's eyebrows shot up high on his forehead, clearly not expecting such a strange statement to come out of his older brother's mouth. "Come again?"

Thor plunked himself down on the edge of Loki's bed, jostling Loki in the process from the sudden extra weight on the mattress. "When I stopped by their apartment this evening to welcome them home, I overheard them discussing their plight with Wanda and Natasha. Their brothers are poor excuses for siblings, Loki! Our dear friend has no family but their father to care for them."

"And... why exactly does that mean we must become their family?" Loki queried skeptically.

"Brother! Have you no gratitude for what they've done for you?"

"Me??"

"Oh, don't pretend as though you haven't sought out their advice and wisdom after every one of our arguments," Thor scoffed.

"Yes, well... I still don't see how that means we must take on the role as their brothers. Have you even discussed this with them?"

"Loki! Becoming their brothers is not something we can simply offer to do. We must fill the roles through our actions!"

"Our actions?" Loki's brow furrowed in both confusion and annoyance. "Forgive me, but how does one act like a Midgardian sibling?"

Thor was silent a moment. How exactly did sibling relationships work on Midgard? Certainly there must be some similarities to his and Loki's relationship, some universal characteristics of siblinghood. But what was it you were looking for in a sibling? What had you been missing in your relationship with your biological brothers?

"We must research this!" he declared at last.

"And how, might I ask, do you plan to do that?"

"I'm certain there must be something on the Midgardian internet that could provide us some insight." He pulled out his phone, locating the internet button and clumsily typing into the search bar. "Allow me to consult the almighty Google."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Sure, Thor. See what you can find on that silly device."

After clicking through a few pages, Thor finally landed on one that showed some promise. With exuberant curiosity, he began to read some of the page aloud.

"Let's see here... 'often times, the older sibling takes on the role of a mentor in their younger sibling's life, teaching them about the world in a way their parents could not.' That sounds simple enough! We could teach them about life on Asgard, and how to defend themselves..."

"Why not teach them how to read while we're at it?" Loki quipped. Thor shot him a glare.

"Alright, how about this: 'siblings often lean on one another for support.' We already do that quite often, don't we, Loki?"

"Well... yes, I suppose." Loki crossed his arms over his chest, appearing somewhat disinterested. Undeterred, Thor continued reading.

"'Siblings often antagonize one another - eating each other's snacks, getting competitive over board games, stealing the television remote, or simply just poking each other because they asked you to stop.' See, Loki? There are quite a few similarities to Asgardian sibling relationships."

"Hmm." Loki sat up a bit and unfolded his arms. "I do enjoy a bit of mischief. Perhaps... perhaps we could give it a try."

"YES! That's the spirit, brother!" Thor exclaimed, pounding his open hand against Loki's shoulder and knocking the wind out of him. He then rose to his feet. "I shall continue my research this evening - we must be the best Midgardian siblings to our dear friend!"

Loki sighed exasperatedly. "Alright, Thor. I will play along for the time being."

Truthfully, he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, despite his outward skepticism. Granted, it was a bit unusual, simply making a decision that this mortal was going to be an honorary family member. But he did care about you - you'd become one of his few friends in the tower since you began hanging around the Avengers, and you were always willing to lend an ear to listen to his woes. Perhaps becoming your honorary brother wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

* * *

The following morning, you wandered up to the Avengers' suite to say your hellos to the others, now that you'd returned from your time away. Vision had just cooked up breakfast for the team, and as always, he had made a bit extra in case you decided to stop by. You accepted a plate and sat down with the others in the common room, casually munching on your breakfast while chatting with your superhero friends.

The moment Thor walked in and laid eyes on you, he grinned broadly, opening his arms wide for a hug. You set your plate down on the side table and stood, allowing him to scoop you up in a bear hug and lift you a few inches off the ground.

"I missed your hugs while I was gone," you told him, voice muffled in his shoulder where your face had been smooshed in his tight embrace. He set your feet back on the floor and released you, blue eyes sparkling brightly.

"I hope you enjoyed your travels?"

You cringed a bit involuntarily. "Er... yeah, I always love seeing my dad." Turning around, you busied yourself with picking up your breakfast plate again so you could return to your seat on the sofa. Thor slid into the seat beside you.

"You sound as though you have something on your mind. Please - I am here to support you." He smiled warmly at you, gazing expectantly while awaiting your response. You couldn't help but think the wording he'd chosen was a bit unusual, but you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

"It's nothing, just some family dynamic issues. I'm just happy to be home," you explained, knowing you were brushing off the truth but not really keen on discussing it in detail in front of the entire team. Thor placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Might I suggest we do something fun this evening to help forget about what troubles you? A movie night, perhaps?" As he spoke, Loki entered the common room with his own plate of breakfast, and Thor motioned toward him. "Loki shall join us as well!"

"I'll do what, exactly?" he asked warily.

"We're going to have a movie night this evening!" Thor declared. You swore you saw Thor shoot Loki a wink, but you couldn't be certain.

"Oh, I see. I'd be happy to join you."

Now this was unusual. You hung out with the brothers all the time, of course, but it was never based on specific plans. More often than not, you invited yourself over to hang out with the team, or joined them on one of their group outings. But for Thor to suggest a movie night - and, even more outlandishly, for Loki to agree to be social for once - something was definitely weird about this.

Although, you supposed Thor had picked up on your slightly sour mood over your trip home. Maybe he was just trying to cheer you up?

"It's settled, then! The three of us shall gather for a movie night this evening. Be certain to wear your pajamas and bring your coziest blanket, dear friend!"

With a last gentle pat on the shoulder, Thor stood and wandered out of the room. You locked eyes with Loki, tilting your head slightly in confusion. Loki appeared almost sheepish as he shrugged his shoulders, then turned and followed his brother out of the room with his half-eaten breakfast.

Ok. This was definitely unusual.

Still, a movie night in your pajamas with two of your friends sounded like the perfect way to unwind after a stressful holiday. Regardless of Thor's reasoning for suggesting it, you were going to go and have a good time.

You were glad you did. Curled up in one of the oversized armchairs in the common room with your fleece blanket wrapped around yourself, with Thor and Loki occupying two of the other seats around the room, you felt more relaxed than you had been since before you left for your trip. The lights were dimmed, a giant bowl of popcorn stationed on the coffee table that the three of you could share. Thor and Loki both made jokes throughout the film at random, making you burst into laughter despite your attempts to withhold it.

As the ending credits rolled and Loki began preparing the next film on the screen, Thor snatched up a giant handful of popcorn for the umpteenth time that evening. This whole evening had you feeling so much more relaxed, you were feeling in a bit of a teasing mood.

“Hey, big guy - stop hogging the popcorn,” you griped, scooting the bowl closer to yourself. Thor chuckled, dragging it closer to him instead with a grin.

“Try and stop me.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be sharing!” you whined. His smirk grew wider, prompting you to swipe a popcorn kernel off the top of the bowl and chuck it at him, striking him square in the forehead. You honestly had expected to miss, so the moment it made contact with his face and made him flinch, you clapped a hand over your mouth and tried to withhold the giggles that threatened to spill out, eyes wide in surprise.

“Oh-ho, is that how you want to play?” Thor scooped up a full handful of popcorn and hurled it in your direction. You squeaked and ducked your head as the salty snack rained down on top of you and bounced off, littering the floor where you were kneeling to reach the popcorn. You looked up to see the pleased-looking God of Thunder observing you in amusement.

“Oh, TWO can play at THAT game!” You gathered the popcorn from the floor, throwing it right back at Thor as he simultaneously began pelting you with fresh kernels from the bowl one by one. They didn’t hurt, but he was throwing them hard enough that you instinctively held up your hands protectively and curled in on yourself, unrestrained laughter bubbling from your lips. “Hohohow is THIS fahair??”

“You started it!” he retorted, the withheld laughter evident in his tone as he scooped up another handful of popcorn to replenish his supply of projectiles. You turned your face away to avoid getting struck by a rogue kernel in the eye.

You heard the bowl of kernels shift, then heard a crash followed by a sprinkling of little kernels striking the ground. Turning around now that you were no longer under fire, your laughter only increased when you saw Loki standing over his brother, the popcorn bowl now overturned on top of Thor’s head with the entire supply scattered across the floor.

Thor lifted the bowl off his head, a dusting of crumbled pieces of popcorn stuck in his hair. With a battle cry, he tackled Loki to the ground, proceeding to scoop up the littered popcorn pieces and pelt them at Loki’s face.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, brother!” Thor jested. Loki spluttered as one struck him between the eyes. Suddenly, the kernels on the floor threw themselves at Thor, barraging him as he ducked his head and laughed. Loki sat up with a mischievous smirk, turning to wink at you as he waved his hand to call off the magic he’d used to assault his brother.

“Nice one!” you exclaimed, holding your hand up toward Loki almost instinctively for a high five. He glanced at you in confusion for a moment. Sheepishly, you chuckled, realizing that wasn’t really a think Loki did. “Right, sorry, I…”

He cut you off with a slap to the palm of your outstretched hand, grinning victoriously. Your jaw dropped open in surprise, a smile brightening your face as your brain registered the fact that you just managed to get Loki to give you a high five. A “Midgardian frivolity” as he’d referred to it previously.

Thor conceded the popcorn war after that last attack, and the three of you cleaned up before settling down for a second film. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d goofed off like that. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever gotten into a popcorn-throwing war. It was childish and silly, but it was such fun that you really couldn’t care less. And Thor and Loki seemed to enjoy it anyhow.

After that evening, Thor and Loki seemed to be hanging around you a lot more often. Occasionally, Loki would stop by the lab to chat and hover over your current experiment (only when he knew for certain Banner wouldn't be present). Thor visited your apartment every so often, seemingly without any purpose other than to ask you how your day had gone and to make pleasant conversation. Even on the days you'd stop by to visit with Nat and Wanda, the pair of them seemed to be conveniently hanging around, interrupting your conversations to say hello, and occasionally making a ruckus in another area of the room with their bickering.

More and more, you began wondering what the hell had gotten into the pair of them. You certainly didn't mind having them around - they were your friends, after all, and you enjoyed the time you spent with them. But lately, the Asgardian brothers had been behaving quite unusually. It was unlike them - especially Loki - to want to hang out with you all the time. Not to mention, they'd taken to going out of their way to tease you or irritate you sometimes, which you definitely weren't used to. Thor would steal a snack right off your plate, or Loki would hide your lab goggles while you looked away to manage some part of your experiment. They were never mean, of course. And you couldn't lie and say you didn't enjoy having this sort of playful relationship with someone. But for the life of you, you couldn't figure out what had led to this sudden change in your interactions with the two brothers.

Thor had been going on for weeks about wanting to help teach you some self defense, to 'keep you safe' as he explained it. And so, you found yourself hanging out with the brothers into the Avengers' fitness facility late one afternoon, nervously awaiting what sort of 'defense training' they had in store.

"I just want to remind you that I know absolutely nothing about fighting," you declared as they led you over to the cushioned sparring area. "And you two are literal gods. You could snap me in half if you wanted to."

"We would never dream of doing such a thing!" Thor insisted. "Now, then - I suspect you won't be doing much fighting in your line of work, but it's important that you know how to escape a captor's hold should the need arise."

"Comforting."

"I shall show you first, and then you try." Thor motioned to Loki, who appeared somewhat hesitant, but stepped up anyway as Thor turned his back to him. "First - if an enemy tries to choke you from behind..." He paused a moment, then turned his head to look at Loki. "Brother, that's your cue," he hissed.

"Yes, alright," Loki grumbled with a roll of his eyes, grabbing hold of Thor in a headlock. Thor turned back to you, completely unphased.

"This seems to be a rather common way that you mortals try to attack each other," he explained. "Now - obviously you do not possess our godly strength, so I shall demonstrate how a mortal could escape such a hold."

Thor ducked down low, stepping outward toward where Loki's hand rested on his shoulder. The motion loosened Loki's grasp, which left an opening for Thor to twist and shove his brother in the side, knocking him off. With a big grin, Thor nodded at you.

"See? It's simple! Come here and give it a try."

"What?" You laughed nervously, eyeing the god who was easily twice your size. "I don't think-"

"I promise I won't hurt you!"

Thor's smile was so warm, his eyes shining with hopeful excitement. You couldn't help but smile and nod, stepping up to Thor and turning your back to him.

"Alright... I'll give it a try."

"Ready?" he asked. You nodded, then stiffened as you felt his strong arm wrap around your neck and shoulders from behind. As promised, he didn't squeeze nearly tight enough to hurt you - only enough to demonstrate so you could attempt to escape. You followed his directions, ducking out of his hold and shoving him off. The shove barely moved him, but it did at least provide you momentum to stumble away from your imaginary assailant.

"Wonderful!" Thor praised proudly. An involuntary grin spread across your face. You hadn't expected to succeed on the first try.

"You sure you weren't going easy on me?" you asked skeptically.

"I was merely simulating the strength of a mortal," he chuckled. You folded your arms across your chest, still unconvinced. "You don't believe me?"

"If I may - might I demonstrate the next one?" Loki stepped in suddenly, looking at Thor. "You may be soft, but rest assured, I do not go easy on anyone."

"Er..." You took a nervous step backward, knowing he was telling the truth. Thor was a big softie at heart, but Loki was nothing of the sort. If he said he wasn't going to play down his strength, you were certain he'd come at you with the full force of a god. You weren't sure you were ready for that. You opened your mouth to say so, but Thor cut you off.

"Excellent idea, Loki! Let us show the move first, then our dear friend can give it a go!"

Loki turned to face you, a smirk spreading across his face as he took in your anxious expression. "Alright. Thor is going to grab me from behind, and I shall show you how to escape."

"No magic," you warned. Loki glared.

"You doubt my ability to slip out of my brother's grasp without use of magic?" With a nod, he motioned for Thor to attack. Thor wrapped his arms tightly around Loki's midsection, pinning his arms to his sides. "Now, as you know, a mortal such as yourself is unlikely to be capable of exerting enough force to actually cause pain to a god, so you must find another way out."

"And how exactly do you suggest I accomplish that?" you demanded, feeling a bit salty about his implication that you were weak.

"You change the momentum."

He stepped backward, throwing Thor off balance, then ducked down lower to center his gravity more firmly as he shifted to plant his foot around and behind his larger brother. You gazed at him curiously, trying to understand what his plan was.

"The knees are a weak point for most mortals," he stated, then shoved his own knee into the back of Thor's. His grip resultantly loosened, allowing Loki to duck out of his hold as he toppled over backward. He returned his gaze to you, his smirk broadening as you shrunk back a bit. "Come, now. You try."

"I... uh..."

"Fear not, friend! I shall be here to rescue you if necessary!" Thor reassured, stepping a few paces back to watch. With a sigh, you reluctantly turned around and braced yourself for Loki's attack.

For a moment, nothing happened. Just as you decided you were going to turn around to see what he was up to, his arms were wrapped tightly around you, squeezing your own arms to your sides. You squeaked in surprise, earning a laugh from the mischievous god.

"Go on - try to escape."

Completely forgetting everything he'd shown you only moments ago, you twisted your torso a few times to try to break his hold. Loki responded by tightening his grip, barely budging as you fought against him. You let out a huff of frustration, pausing in your struggle.

"Loki, this is impossible!"

"You're not even trying! Have you already forgotten the steps?" he chastised, his tone teasing. "Perhaps it's your memory we need to work on?"

Growling, you stepped backward as he'd shown you, throwing off his center of balance in the process. With significant difficulty, given the continued vice grip he had you held in, you managed to position your foot around behind him so your hip was behind his as he'd shown you to do.

"Excellent! Now take him down!" Thor cheered. Encouraged, you slammed your knee into Loki's, feeling his leg buckle beneath him. You barely managed to keep yourself upright as he nearly jerked you down with him while he fell, stumbling backward free of his hold.

"I did it!" you exclaimed in shock. Thor approached and clapped you congratulatorily on the shoulder as Loki picked himself up off the floor. Even he had a pleased expression on his face, offering you a nod of approval.

"Perhaps we are going too easy on them," Loki wondered aloud, glancing at his brother with an impish smirk forming.

"Ah, perhaps you're right," he concurred, shooting his younger brother a wink that only served to make you nervous. "Why don't you skip the demonstration and try the next one? Perhaps our friend can figure out their own way to escape?"

"What- no way! How is that fair??" you cried indignantly, stepping away from Loki with a nervous laugh as he began to advance on you.

"What's the matter? Don't believe yourself up for the challenge?" he sang teasingly. Before you could tell him that no, you didn't believe you could magically figure out how to escape the grasp of an almighty god without some instruction, Loki had lunged at you and tackled you to the floor onto your back.

"LOKI!" you shrieked in surprise, immediately going into fight or flight mode as he planted his weight on your hips and began grabbing for your wrists. Despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of this situation as he caught your left wrist in his hand. You jerked your right arm away just in time, causing his hand to instead close around your side. An embarrassingly high-pitched squeak burst out of your mouth as you jolted at his touch, the distraction of it giving him the chance to grab hold of your other wrist.

"Thor - I believe I've discovered some additional incentive for our dear friend to figure their own way out," Loki called to his brother, releasing your left wrist to free his hand to knead at your side. You spluttered then giggled, your stomach flipping as you watched a smirk spread across Loki's face.

"L-Lohoki!! Cut it ohout!" you demanded through your giggles.

"You'll have to find a way to escape," he countered, continuing to tickle your side. "Here - I'll even allow you free use of both your arms." His hand left your other wrist in search of another weak spot, digging into your lower ribs on your other side. You were full-on laughing now, hands hooking around his wrists and shoving hopelessly at his tickling hands.

"Thihis isn't FAHAHAIR!" you screeched, kicking your heels against the mat beneath you in desperation as his fingers moved away from your side and skittered across your belly.

"Brother, I have to agree with our dear friend, here. This does seem rather unfair," Thor scolded half-heartedly.

"Ohh, you two are no fun," Loki groaned, ceasing his tickle attack and shifting his weight off of you to allow you to sit up. You pulled your knees up to your chest protectively, scowling at the fond grins on their faces.

"No tickling during practice!" you ordered. "I can barely muster the strength to get out of your holds anyway."

"So... you're saying after practice, then?" Thor teased. You groaned, picking yourself up off the floor without providing an answer. Truth be told, you didn't mind being tickled. It was a rare occurrence, never having been subjected to the standard tickle attacks from your siblings growing up given they preferred to ignore you. It was kind of... freeing, being able to bond with someone you trusted that way.

The Asgardian brothers obliged your request, reserving the remainder of your training time to actually teach you more self-defense. No one had ever bothered to take the time to teach you things like this. It was nice, knowing they cared enough about your well being to show you how to protect yourself.

Despite having threatened to attack you with tickles after their little lesson, neither brother so much as mentioned it when you'd finally called it quits for the day. You weren't sure if you should be relieved or disappointed as you headed back to your apartment for the evening.

Little did you know, the moment you left, Thor and Loki began to hash out a plan.

"You know, brother - I'd read about something like this in my research regarding Midgardian sibling relationships," Thor informed, pulling up some of the saved web pages on his phone. "Apparently it is common with Midgardians that the older sibling will subject the younger to relentless tickle torture during their childhood years."

"Hmm. Older brothers tormenting younger brothers. Sounds rather familiar, don't you think?" Loki quipped. Thor laughed heartily.

"Oh, dear brother - don't act as if you never played any tricks on me when we were children! Not to mention, you frequently had me in trouble with mother for things I was not responsible for."

"Ah, yes, I do seem to recall a vague memory of that," Loki hummed with a smirk.

"I suspect our friend has little experience with playful torment from their older brothers. They were only cruel to them."

"Are you suggesting we help supplement this gap in their life experiences?"

"You suddenly seem very interested, brother."

Loki chuckled. "Of course I'm interested. You're telling me I have free reign to cause mischief. What's not to be interested in about that?"

"I thought you might like the idea." Thor grinned. "Shall we make it a game, then? As I understand it, Midgardian siblings are often just as competitive as we're familiar with on Asgard."

A sly smirk overtook Loki's features. "What do you suggest?"

* * *

It was rare for you to have to go work in the lab on a Saturday, but there was a time-sensitive experiment you were working on. If you didn't observe and record the results today, it would be far too late by the time you returned to work on Monday.

So, you found yourself seated alone in Bruce's lab bright and early the morning following your training session with the Asgardian brothers. Not normally a morning person, you clung to your travel coffee mug as though it was a lifeline as you removed the growth plates from the incubator and set them out across the lab bench. Your lab coat was somewhat disheveled, and you knew Bruce would have cringed at the wrinkles in the white fabric, but you couldn't care less at the moment. You pulled your notebook out and got to work jotting down your observations, taking a sip of coffee every once in a while as your eyelids began to droop.

Without an ounce of warning, two hands suddenly latched onto your sides through your lab coat and squeezed rapidly into the soft skin. You nearly knocked your stool over with your surprised jolt, letting out a shriek as you whipped your head around to identify your assailant.

"Loki!! What the he- HEHEY!" Scolding morphed into giggles as his fingers sprang back into action, kneading their way up your sides to your ribcage. "I-hi was WOHORKING!"

"You appeared to be falling asleep, actually," he responded casually, "I'm simply helping you wake up."

"O-HOKAY, OKAHAY I'M AWAHAKE!!" you squealed, leaning backward into his chest involuntarily as his fingers reached the middle of your ribcage. After a couple more exceedingly ticklish squeezes, he relented, waiting until he was certain you wouldn't fall backward off your stool before stepping away.

"Now then - you should get back to work. You wouldn't want Banner to think you're slacking off, now, would you?" he teased. Your mouth dropped open indignantly, though you had to fight back a grin.

"Excuse me, I was working until you decided to come in here!" You waved your hand dismissively at the trickster. "Now, shoo! I'll see you later this afternoon."

"Yes, yes, alright, I'm going..." With a grin and a shake of his head, he turned and exited the lab, leaving you alone once again. You were certainly more awake after that. More strikingly, you couldn't wipe the grin off your face as you finished writing up your observations.

As promised, when you finished recording your data, you changed out of your work clothes and headed up to the Avengers suite to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon with your friends. This sort of thing was commonplace for you on the weekend - you loved spending your free time with the superhuman neighbors upstairs.

You headed to the common room, knowing you'd find at least a few of them hanging out there. Peter was typically playing one of his video games, and he often roped in some of the others to play a multiplayer round here and there. Watching Steve and Bucky fumble with the game controllers was rather amusing. So, you were excited to find the two super soldiers seated with the young hero as he attempted to teach them how to play one of his first-person shooter games.

"Hey! Want to join in next round?" Peter asked brightly as you took a seat on the empty sofa by the television.

"Nah. It's much more entertaining watching these two," you responded, gesturing to Steve and Bucky, who were both sitting unnecessarily on the edges of their seats as they squinted at the screen, intermittently glancing down and pounding buttons on their controllers.

"Shh - I'm concentrating!" Steve hushed.

"Is that what you're doing? I thought you were trying to break the 'A' button."

"Oh, shut up," he shot back. An involuntary grin tugged at the corner of his mouth despite his dismissive words. You stretched your legs across the couch cushions in front of you, turning to get a better view of the screen as Peter's character shot Bucky's from behind.

"Damn you!" he cursed, glowering at the teen as he waited for his character to respawn. Meanwhile, Steve's character was wandering around the edge of the map, seemingly lost as he tried to find his way back to the rest of the action.

"Steve - turn left," you instructed. He turned as instructed, nearly turning completely around before heading in the opposite direction. "No, now right... Ok, less right... oh my god Steve, you- eep!"

A fluttering of fingers against your socked feet made you squeak mid-sentence, instinctively moving to jerk your feet closer to yourself. Two large hands caught hold of your ankles and pulled your legs straight, your assailant planting his weight down on your shins and continuing tickle your trapped feet.

"THOHOR!!" you cried, bursting into airy giggles. "Whahat did I doho??"

"Nothing, my friend! You just seemed to need a laugh," Thor declared, scratching his fingers at the sensitive spot above your heels that made you jolt. "Not to mention, I was rather bored!"

"Soho you d-eehee-decide to tickle mehe??" You sat up and reached helplessly for his tickling fingers, unable to reach or even see his hands where your feet were trapped right beside the God of Thunder's leg.

"Why not?" he asked casually, worming his fingers into the fabric of your sock under your toes. You threw your head back and laughed, tugging desperately at your legs.

"O-ho my GOHOD Thor!! Thihis isn't FAHAIR!"

"No, keep going, Thor - they deserve it for making fun of us," Bucky insisted, watching in amusement.

"If you insist, Barnes." Thor slid a hand beneath your knee and scratched at the taut skin, using his other hand to scribble up the length of your soles.

"Ahah-yohou're KIHILLING MEHE!" you screeched, holding your stomach as your abdominal muscles grew sore from the belly laughter his fingers were drawing out of you. He ceased his attack, lifting his weight off your shins long enough for you to pull your legs up to your chest protectively.

"Your face is quite red," Thor observed teasingly. "Perhaps we should open a window, you must be overheating."

"Yohou're a jerk," you grumbled jestingly, squeaking as Thor threw in one last poke to your side. He laughed boisterously, rising to his feet.

"Would you like something to eat? I'll bring you a snack." Without waiting for your response, he disappeared on his journey to the kitchen, leaving you more than a little confused as to what in the hell had gotten into these two today. Deep down, you honestly didn't mind the playfulness Thor and Loki were exhibiting, but it was so out of character for the two of them to be this physically affectionate towards you. Particularly with Loki.

Rather than remaining in your seat to endure the inevitable teasing that was to come from Steve and Bucky, (who hadn't known you were ticklish until Thor so kindly demonstrated for them), you stood and followed Thor toward the kitchen. Perhaps you could learn something if you made conversation with him.

You didn't quite make it to the kitchen, however. The moment you stepped into the hallway, someone threw their arms around your waist and pulled you into their chest, digging their fingers into your sides. More desperate laughter burst from your chest, your knees buckling beneath you as the effort weakened your muscles. It didn't take long for you to figure out it was Loki who had attacked this time.

"Come, now - you learned this one yesterday," he scolded playfully, toggling his thumbs into your belly. "Let's see you get out of it, hmm?"

You made a feeble attempt at executing the escape move, taking a shaky step backward, only to feel your legs give completely as Loki's hand dropped to dig his thumb into your hip. He followed you to the floor, tickling you to pieces while you tried to formulate a coherent sentence.

"Alright, brother - you win this round," Thor's voice suddenly sounded from above your heads. Loki immediately released you, and you collapsed forward onto your hands and knees as the last of the giggles bubbled out of your throat.

"W... wihin whahat round?" you demanded.

"Oh, didn't he tell you? We're having a competition to see who can make you laugh the hardest," Thor explained lackadaisically. Your eyes widened in surprise.

"You're whahat??"

"Yes, currently I'm in the lead," Loki boasted.

"Perhaps you could help me out and tell me your worst spot?" Thor suggested teasingly.

"Oh, I don't think so," you shot back, failing to suppress a grin as you picked yourself up off the floor. "Now, where was that snack you promised me?"

"Ah, yes-" Thor held out a plate of Oreo cookies. "I understand these are your favorites?"

"Y-yeah... how did you know?" you asked, startled.

"You informed me once, shortly after we met, actually," Thor explained. "You also informed me there is only one appropriate method to eating these cookies - however, Barton has shown me another method, and I believe you were mistaken."

"No way!" you argued, snatching up one of the cookies off the plate. "You have to separate the cookies from the cream part. It's the only way to eat them."

"Ah, but Barton says it's only an Oreo if you eat the cookies and the cream simultaneously," Thor argued, scooping one up and shoving it in his mouth. "Pluff, thiff way iff muff faffter."

"Brother, stop spraying your cookie crumbs everywhere and allow me to show you the real proper method to eating one of these exceedingly sugary mortal confections," Loki interrupted, taking a cookie for himself and conjuring a glass of milk out of nowhere in his hand. He dunked his cookie in the milk before taking a bite, gazing at the two of you with his brows raised expectantly as though awaiting your admission that he was right.

"Alright, that's it. We're ending this argument." You swiped another cookie, pivoting on your heel and re-entering the common room as you called to the gaming guys to provide their input. As it turned out, the three of them agreed with you. You made sure to flaunt that fact to the two brothers while you munched on the rest of the cookies Thor had brought for you.

Now that you were aware of their little competition, you were on edge whenever one of the brothers wasn't within your field of vision for more than a moment. And with good reason. Thor jumped you in the hallway when you'd exited the bathroom, wriggling his fingers into your belly. Not to be outdone, Loki found you napping on the sofa later that evening before dinner, pinning your legs to the couch before you could wake up and ruthlessly squeezing the muscles above your knees until tears of mirth started forming in the corners of your eyes. Neither was willing to admit defeat, and so you had to remain on your guard, ready to flee on a moment's notice.

Not that you made it very far before they caught you. They were gods, after all.

And yet, you couldn't remember the last time you'd had this much fun. It was silly, childish, and borderline ridiculous, but you hadn't laughed so much in your entire adult life. But the question was still burning in the back of your mind - what had prompted these two otherworldly gods to suddenly play this little game with you?

You decided, finally, you had to know the answer.

After dinner, you offered to do the dishes, waving off the assistance of the others despite their insistence on helping you. The kitchen finally fell silent as the team dispersed to their various evening activities. Dinners with the team could get rather loud, so the silence was welcome as you turned on the faucet and started washing the silverware.

The moment you finished rinsing the last fork and reached for a plate to wash, ten fingers dug into each of your sides simultaneously, eliciting a startled yelp. You dropped the sponge into the sink and stumbled backward, giggling hysterically as you broke free of Thor and Loki's tickling fingers.

"You guys!! Whahat the hell has gotten into you??" you demanded, a ticklish grin still plastered to your face.

"We've already informed you of our competition," Thor responded in confusion. You shook your head, planting your hands on your hips sternly.

"Noho, not that! I mean in general! You two have been hanging around me all the time, wanting to play games and have movie nights, teaching me defense moves, teasing me constantly... I'm not saying I mind, but... what gives??"

Thor and Loki glanced at one another uncertainly, only serving to further your confusion and desperation to have an answer. Clearly there was something they knew about that you didn't.

"Thor - why don't you just tell them already?" Loki hissed. "They've obviously determined something is going on."

"I don't want to ruin it!" Thor whispered loudly, shooting Loki a look intended to silence him. He opened his mouth to reply, but you interrupted.

"Ruin what? Thor, tell me the truth. What's going on?"

Thor sighed defeatedly, hanging his head. He glanced up at you sheepishly with his chin tilted downward still. "I overheard your conversation a couple of months ago. When you were talking to Wanda and Natasha."

"About what?" You wracked your brain, trying to recall what you'd even chatted with the girls about recently.

"About your plight with your cruel older brothers," he elaborated. "And how you wished you had a true sibling relationship."

Oh. Now you remembered.

"We thought that, perhaps, we could become your honorary brothers... to help fill that void in your life," Thor continued, wringing his hands nervously. "I-I've been researching what is required to be a good Midgardian brother. I thought it might be helpful."

It all made so much sense now.

The sudden interest in your life. The offering of support. The suggestion for a cheer-up movie night. The popcorn fight. Annoyingly hovering over your shoulder while you were working. Clinging to you when you were there to visit Nat and Wanda. The playful teasing. The insistence on mentoring you. The tickle fights.

These were all things you'd missed out on as a kid because you didn't have that brother or sister figure in your life. And when Thor and Loki found out, they took it upon themselves to take on the role of your big brothers.

Hot tears filled your eyes and blurred your vision as you stared wordlessly at the two of them. Thor grimaced when he noticed the poignant emotion clouding your face, and Loki turned to begin scolding his brother. You cut him off, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around both of them.

"Thank you," you sniffed, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I c-can't tell you what th-this means to me."

Thor returned your embrace first, wrapping his massive arm around your back. Hesitantly, Loki followed suit, relaxing into your embrace after a few moments.

"Does this mean we did a good job of it, then?" Thor asked hopefully. You laughed, releasing the brothers and stepping back a bit, wiping the happy tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"Yes, Thor. You two are wonderful big brothers."

Even Loki cracked a small smile at that, though it was nothing compared to Thor's vibrant grin at the knowledge that he'd succeeded in his mission to become a brother to you.

The three of you finished up with cleaning the dishes together, retiring to the empty common room once you'd finished. You plunked yourself down between the brothers on the sofa, wrapping one arm around each of them despite Loki's protesting.

"Since I'm the youngest sibling, does that mean I get to pick the movie?" you teased.

"What?! You chose the film last time!" Thor griped, snatching the remote off the coffee table. You retracted your arms from around the pair of them, lunging for the remote and just missing it as Thor held it out of your reach.

"You know, brother..." Loki began, his tone laden with mischief, "... what sort of older brothers would we be if we didn't punish them for trying to exploit their youngest sibling status?"

"Ah, you're quite right, Loki," Thor concurred, placing the remote back down on the table before turning to face you more fully. "Not to mention, we've yet to determine a winner to our competition."

"Oho no, no I don't think so," you stammered, moving to stand and put distance between yourself and the two of them. Thor and Loki each caught hold of one of your wrists, dragging you back down into your seat. "Wait, wahait! How is it fair for the two of you to gang up on me??"

"As I understand, it is rather common for the older Midgardian siblings to gang up on the youngest," Thor countered.

"Perhaps if you tell us your weak spot, we'll go easy on you," Loki added with a fiendish smirk. Eyes wide, you shook your head wildly.

"N-no, not gonna happen."

The brothers leaned forward slightly so they could lock eyes, nodding at one another before each digging their free hand into your exposed sides. An explosion of laughter tore from your chest as you tugged helplessly at your arms to protect your sides. They held fast to your wrists, Loki finding your hip and scratching at the soft spot by your hipbone while Thor's hand ascended your ribcage, digging into the spaces along the way.

"Brother, it will be rather difficult to determine a winner this way," Loki stated casually. "How are we to know which of us is causing them to laugh?"

"A fair point, brother," Thor concurred. "I am the eldest, therefore I should get to go first."

"I suppose I'll allow it."

"Well I dohon't allow ihit!!" you argued, whining as Thor passed your wrist to Loki so he could hold them both. With a bit of manipulation, Loki pinned your wrists against your back and spun you to face Thor, who was gazing at you almost as mischievously as his younger brother would. "Noho! Thor! Dohon't you dare!!"

"But I must! We must determine a winner!" Thor insisted, wasting no more time in clawing into your belly with both hands. With a shriek, you dissolved into belly laughter, twisting your torso and tugging hopelessly at your trapped wrists. His hands were large enough to scratch at the entire length of your belly without having to shift all that much, unfortunately allowing him to slowly pick up on the fact that you jolted each time his fingers neared the front of your ribcage.

"Might this be a weak spot?" Thor asked teasingly, shifting his focus to scratch at your lower ribs. You screeched, nodded, and laughed harder, legs curling up toward your chest to block as much of your ticklish torso as possible. Thor had already broken past your defenses, and so you only managed to succeed in trapping his hands against your ribcage with your knees. He smirked as he began to vibrate his fingers into the spot, laughing heartily when your own laughter pitched up an octave in response.

"Alright, brother, you've had your fun. I believe it's my turn," Loki demanded. Thor relented, allowing you a moment to breathe now that your laughter was no longer consuming all your oxygen. All too soon, Loki had passed your wrists to Thor, who spun you around to face his younger brother.

"Lohohoki!! Have mercy!" you pleaded, flashing a puppy-dog pouting face at the mischievous god. He chuckled darkly.

"You should have asked Thor for mercy - you should know by now that's not in my vocabulary."

You whimpered, interlaced with anticipatory giggles as Loki plotted out his plan of attack. Averting your gaze, you tried not to let the nervousness display on your face as his eyes skimmed over your potential weak spots. Despite the fact that you'd nodded when Thor asked if he'd found it, it wasn't the entire truth. Your ribs were a weak spot. They weren't the weak spot. Though it had been a while, you knew exactly where it was.

"Thor..." Loki spoke suddenly, "... might you hold their arms up?"

Oh no.

"Pshh. Y-you're not gonna win that way," you scoffed, trying to throw him off. His mouth curled up into a smirk.

"I'll take my chances."

With a nod to Thor, the elder brother dragged your wrists up over your head, and you immediately began to protest frantically. He ignored your pleas, and you winced when the cooler air of the room chilled the skin under your arms through your thin cotton shirt. Loki hadn't even touched you yet and you were giggling hysterically, twisting and tugging at your wrists to no avail.

"I'll admit, brother - I think you may have beaten me on this one," Thor lamented.

"There's only one way to find out."

The second Loki's fingers descended on the soft skin under your arms, you were a laughing, blubbering mess. It was definitely much worse than you remembered - every flick of his fingertips against the spot sending a fresh wave of ticklish sparks through your nervous system. Loki found it rather amusing, removing all but one finger on each side and finding you were still in hysterics even with the gentlest scratching. Your laughter became breathy, then silent, and Loki finally let up on his torment, motioning for Thor to release your wrists.

"Alright, brother. I'll give you this one," Thor conceded.

"Thank you for admitting defeat honorably, brother."

"Y-yohou guys ahare the worst," you groaned, your chest still heaving with the exertion of your laughter. Thor wrapped an arm around you in a tight one-armed hug.

"I suppose we should allow you to select the film after tormenting you so," Thor offered with a grin.

"Thank you," you huffed indignantly, swiping the remote off the table and moving to a new seat in one of the armchairs. "I'm not sitting with you guys either."

"You think that will keep you safe from our torment?" Loki chuckled.

"I demand little sibling immunity for the rest of the evening," you retorted. Loki rolled his eyes.

"You know, there was a time when you got to reap the rewards of being the youngest," Thor teased, nudging his brother.

"Ah, yes. I quite enjoyed being defeated in wrestling matches every time," Loki shot back sarcastically.

"Hey! You know you got special treatment from mother because you were the youngest!" Thor countered.

"Wait - now I'm curious. You guys have to tell me everything," you demanded, leaning forward with your elbows propped on your knees in anticipation.

As the brothers began to tell you tales of their childhood on Asgard, you thought wistfully of the childhood you could have had. Your brothers may have been bound to you by blood, but there was nothing else that made you feel tied to them in any way. And yet, here before you sat two brothers - gods from another realm entirely - and already, you felt more of a bond with them than you ever had with your biological brothers.

This was your family.

And though you were not bound by blood, there was something much stronger that had formed between you.

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[darkacademicfrom2021]

Flufftober - Day 1

1 - Winning a teddy bear for the other

This is for @flufftober2021's event. I'll be joining for what I think could be... every day. I also used @prompts-in-a-barrel prompts. There are 2 different prompts because my brain is empty. Enjoy the teeth-rotting fluff!

Pairing: Loki x GN!reader

Tags: enemies to lovers (of course), mentions of alcohol and drugs (but nobody takes any), verbal violence (as compliments, mostly), swearing.

Word count: 1,8K

“Come oooon…. please, please, please, Mr. Rogers? Just this one?”, insisted Peter, crawling up the walls just to get his attention. Steve sighed.

“I’m really sorry, pal. It’s not that I don’t want to. You wouldn’t get a minute of normal peace and fun in there with me”, he explained carefully, “everyone would recognize me and I wouldn’t be actually joining you in anything”.

“It’s okay, I understand. Oh! What about… what about Mr. Barnes?”.

“No”, cut Bucky without looking up from his phone.

“Why don’t you ask Tony? He always wants to get you things, what about some time with you?”, tried Steve, while Tony walked in with Banner.

“Mr. Stark! Could you please, please, please, go with me to the Central Park Festival? It’s gonna be music and games and popcorn and a bunch of cool stuff! You like parties, right?”.

Tony looked at him up and down. Peter was dressed in a pair of jeans —unusual—, and a t-shirt that said the name of the festival and all the bands that would attend. It was very likely Peter just wanted to meet someone there, probably a date.

“I thought that one wasn’t for minors. It’s full of drugs and alcohol, and people tend to get naked in the heat of the moment. Sounds fun, I’d love to go. But I can’t take you with me”, he said, and Banner nodded.

“He’s right. Sorry, Peter, but that festival isn’t for you. You won’t have that much fun”.

“But… music and games… and popcorn…”, he said, really disappointed. Tony sighed and looked at his calendar from his smart glasses.

“Fine. You can go. But go with an adult, alright? I don’t want you getting in trouble”, he accepted, and Peter’s eyes shone with expectation. “You’ll have to find someone else, though. We’re working. Sorry, kid”.

Peter ran up to Thor’s room, sure that he’d accept a good party. There would be beer and loud music, and a bunch of very competitive strength games he’d love to join and win, and get the praise. He knocked the door with a special rhythm he always did, so people knew it was him. But it wasn’t Thor who answered.

“Go on, man of spiders”, called the velvet voice of Loki. Peter’s heart skipped a few beats. He had fought many assassins and put his life in danger countless times, yet the God of Mischief always unsettled him the most; very likely, because Loki had too much of a soft spot for him, and he felt like he had to do something to actually earn it. He really admired him. “You still there?”.

“Y… yes, Mr. Loki! I’m here”, he said, opening the door and finding Loki pinned down to the floor, face to the ground and you on top of him, holding him by the wrists and your legs immobilizing his. “Oh! I’m sorry, am I…?”, he stuttered, and looked away. He soon realized it wasn’t what he thought it was. “Wait. What’s going on?”.

“I’m grounding Loki until he gives me back my book”, you said, pushing his wrists even more closely together. Loki laughed sarcastically, like he was above you.

“Please, darling. You don’t really think you’re actually grounding me, don’t you?”.

“How come you can’t even move, daarrrling?”, you mocked his accent, ignoring the amount of blush it brought to your cheeks.

“I’m letting you win. It’s quite amusing, to be sincere, to see you try so hard to get your tales back”.

“They’re not tales, it’s the most interesting book I’ve read in the last decade and you just took it away in the best part!”.

Peter cleared his throat. You gave up and let Loki go, and he sat up on the floor, fixing his hair.

“I’m really looking forward to going to a very nice festival tonight, but I can’t go without an adult. It’s really not that terrible, minors can go, but accompanied, and nobody can come with me in here”, he explained. Loki was about to refuse in a heartbeat, but you interrupted him.

“Can’t your aunt go with you?”.

“She can’t know I’m going… she’ll freak out”.

“Oh, that freaky of a party? I didn’t think of you as that type of guy”.

“I’m not! I’m going for the music and the games. And the popcorn. Oh, they have the best popcorn in the world!”.

“Sure, I’ll go with you. But. On one condition”, you said, and Peter nodded eagerly.

“Whatever it takes!”.

“Loki has to come with”.

“What? No way. Under no circumstances I’m lowering myself to the…”, and Loki kept going on about how he wouldn’t join a stupid midgardian party when he could be doing so many other things instead.

Anyway, fast forward to that same night, Peter was jumping around the entrance of the festival and you were walking slowly behind by a very grumpy God of Mischief attached to your arm.

You wish with your heart you could say you didn’t want him to go there, or that you only wanted him to join to make him pay for stealing your book in the best part, but part of you knew it was because you wanted him to spend time with you.

You’ve had a crush on him for at least a year now. One of those crushes that make you go red everytime he lowers his tone of voice, or at every sarcastic pet name, or that makes you want to scream every time he looks at you up and down. It was just a crush, yet it was so hard to ignore.

But Loki’s never paid any mind to you. He was witty and you were witty back, trying to hide how much it hurted you that he didn't give a fuck about you. Right now, you were overwhelmed with a painful silence you couldn’t deny made you want to rip your eyes off. This was a terrible idea. You should’ve come alone with Peter. Loki and you would never get along, no matter how many parties you took him to.

“So… do you like… magic?”, you broke the silence.

“I’m a sorcerer. Take a wild fucking guess”.

“Rude. I’m just trying to make conversation”.

“Well, don’t. This isn’t fun”.

“Just… do it for Peter, would you? He really likes you and he wants you to have a good time. So the least we could do is pretend like this was a great idea and get fucking along, wouldn’t you say the same? Can’t you do that for our friend?”.

“Our friend?”, he inquired, raising an eyebrow. You frowned.

“Not the point whether you want to call him that way or not. Now, grab my fucking hand and let’s do something fun or I swear you’re not the only one that’s gonna get a stabbing-reputation around here”.

“Damn. I’m starting to even like you”, he joked. “Fine. Let’s have fun. I’m starving. Have dinner with me?”, he asked, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Like, as a date? Or as rival assassins exchanging death threats thinly veiled in witty banter?”.

“We’ll see how the night goes”.

“It’s a deal then. You’re paying”.

“No, darling. Stark is paying”, he smirked. “He’s the one that’s putting us through this, is he not?”, he said, appearing one of Tony’s credit cards in between his fingers. You chuckled in amusement.

“I might even start liking you, too”.

The night had gone very well. Peter was completely out of your sight but you were sure he wasn’t getting in any more trouble than Loki could if left unsupervised, so you had to prioritize. He had chosen the most expensive restaurant he could find near the park, and asked for the most expensive food, too, just so Tony knows you two were there with his card —or at least, that’s what he said.

After a meal with less talk than you would’ve liked to, you saw Loki visibly relax. He had been on alert mode for the past three weeks, very tense over missions and trouble with his parents, and he smiled lightly, thanking you for the evening without words.

Coming back to the park, you cross with Peter and find out he’s been roaming around with MJ, the girl he was always talking about, and she definitely seemed like the kind of person that would like this party, so both Loki and you clicked at the same time with an “aah, makes sense”. While you were talking with Peter and his new girlfriend, somehow Loki managed to sneak out. You didn’t pay much mind to it, ignoring the huge disappointment of thinking you’ve actually made progress towards being in his limited circle of “tolerable people”, and went back to the conversation.

Although, about ten minutes later, Loki came back to your side with a huge teddy bear. It was so, so big, it was human sized. You laughed, relieved he’d actually gone to play some silly game and make use of his godly strength, instead of leaving you without notice.

“It’s so that you feel bad because a teddy bear is taller than you”, he handed it to you with a grin. You accepted it and hugged it, not even able to touch your fingers around it.

“Thanks, it’s really pretty. I’ll cuddle it in my sleep”, you joked.

“Why don’t you cuddle me instead?”, he mocked.

“I’d do it if you let me”.

“Ugh”.

“Ugh back”.

Truth be told, as much as you two wanted to sound cool and distant with each other, the redness in both faces were undeniable. You played with the fur for a while, while Loki looked at you quizzically, trying to figure out how to let it out. His silvertongue did nothing for him at the moment.

“What I’m trying to say is… maybe we could try to get along better”, he started, and you looked him in the eyes. “I like you, even though I might not show it very often”

“Yeah, no. You don’t show it at all”.

“I’m trying here, alright? I’d just like to say you’re… somewhat… alluring?”.

“Are you… are you trying to flirt with me?”.

“Is it not good?”.

“It’s painful to even hear”.

“Is it working?”.

“Tons”.

"Ah. What did the trick?".

"The giant teddy bear might have helped. Cheesy asshole".

“Ah. Rude, I’m not cheesy, I’m just trying to get laid with you”, he said smirking, with a glitter in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Have they always been so green? So bright?

“You sure are”.

“I sure am”, he said, and this time he was sure he lied.

You stopped walking and he surrounded your waist with his arms, his big hands resting on your back. You tucked a strand of his hair behind an ear and smiled at him. He smiled back.

“Well, whether you’re thinking of marriage or a one night stand, I’m in either way”, you said, and it didn’t matter if he took it as a joke or not, because you couldn’t take your lips off each other for the rest of the night.

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[adventure-with-loki]

[It was your first day as a maid for the king.]

Written by: @high-functioning-lokipath

Pairing: King!Loki x Servant!Reader. Not romantic yet.

Word Count: 855

Warnings: Loki is a bit harsh but understandably upset for the context. He is nevertheless kind with the reader so...I'm just mentioning it here to be safe 👍❤️

So much had changed for Asgard in the past few months. Odin had died, Thor abdicated his kingship in favor of joining the Avengers, and Loki, rather reluctantly, became the new king instead. You had been recently promoted to be a handmaiden for the king. When Odin died, you were temporarily reassigned back to your previous job of cleaning the palace.

One day, early in the morning, as you were cleaning the halls near the throne room, you heard a commotion. Leaving your bucket beside one of the large columns, you went to investigate. “Norns! Did he truly think me stupid?” You heard someone yell. There was a loud crash of something being thrown over before he yelled again. “I never wanted this title, I never asked for this title! I just-” Unfortunately, at that moment, you yourself accidentally knocked something over. “Who goes there?” He called out. “Reveal yourself!” You walked into the throne room and nearly cried at seeing who you’d interrupted. None other than the new king himself.

“Y/N,” You called out nervously. “I am a maid in the palace, my king,” You said. You knew that a blunder like this could cost you your position in the palace and certainly you would never receive back your job as the king’s handmaiden.

“What did you hear?” He inquired. You bit your lip nervously, trying to come up with the least offensive answer. Seeing the tray on the floor you ran over to it started cleaning up the food and wine that had spilled.

“I heard a crash, your highness,” You said, kneeling and not looking back up at him. You righted the tray and collected the dishes on it. The spilled wine you mopped up with your apron. You heard footsteps and saw his large boots in front of you. Slowly, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him.

“And what more?” He demanded. “Do not forget I am the God of Mischief but also of Lies. I know you are omitting something.” You nodded shakily and looked down again ashamed.

“You were upset, you do not wish for the throne.”

“Excellent memory,” He replied. “Now why is it so dangerous for you to have heard this? I’m sure you can figure it out. You are not a stupid maid,” He said. You nodded again.

“If one were to know the king does not want the throne, his subjects would see him as disinterested and easy to overthrow.” Loki hummed in reply, walking around you slowly.

“You are smart,” He praised. “Tell me, do you think that yourself, little one?”

“No!” You exclaimed, standing quickly. He raised an eyebrow at you and you blushed brightly in embarrassment. “You may not be-” You paused, searching for the right word. “Overly enthusiastic about the situation. But if you truly didn’t care you wouldn’t be here. I-I know of Prince Thor’s invitation.”

“How did you find that out?” He hissed, grabbing your arm.

“I was the handmaiden to the Allfather briefly before-” You trailed off, shaking your head. “I heard. I promise I have told no one, my king!” You cried. He nodded and let you go.

“I believe you,” He said. "Apologies if I hurt you," He added, rubbing your arm gently. You blushed and shook your head.

"I'm fine," You assured him. Loki nodded turned away, deep in thought. You gathered the dishes and tray and carried them to the doorway.

“Have you any more need for me, your highness?” You asked quietly.

“Oh, yes,” He said, walking over to you. “Was there any reason you were not immediately assigned to me?”

“I don’t know of any reason. I was told that there were too many details being worked out surrounding your coronation and therefore my reassignment would be postponed.”

“I see,” Loki nodded. After pausing for a moment, he gave you a small smile. “Report to me in the morning. I will have you reassigned right away.”

“Oh, oh! Thank you! Thank you, my king!” You exclaimed, smiling widely. Loki chuckled lightly at your excitement. He waved his hand and, with a light green shimmer, cleaned your apron from the wine stains.

“Now be on your way, mention to no one of our conversation today.”

“Yes, your highness, of course,” You replied, bowing before leaving the room. The rest of the day you felt as though you were walking on air. King Loki seemed to favor you!

The next morning, you hurried to the servants washroom before dawn. When you returned to your room you saw a small box on the bed. Opening it you gasped as you saw a beautiful, delicate, gold & emerald necklace, far more expensive than you or any other servant could ever afford. You had no doubt it was from Loki, however, you had a decision to make. Would you wear your servant's gown with the open neck so you could display the necklace for all to see? Or would you wear the high necked one and leave the necklace under the layers so as to avoid questioning as to where it came from?

What will you do?

Wear the necklace proudly?

Or hide it beneath your collar? (Chapter coming soon, comment below if you want to be tagged when this chapter is released.)

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The best thing about the Loki x Sylvie shit is that its created such pure, rea world C H A O S. People are furious, and i adore that. I'm so chuffed 🤣. This is the most intresting thing Marvel has ever done.

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[bubbarnes]

me: thanks to the loki' serie, now i hope one of my variants is in a healthy relationship with bucky barnes.

x: but bucky isn't rea...

me: i hope they're happy and so in love.

#lmao i shouldn't be on my third coffee cup... #deleting this later #bucky barnes

[loving-all-for-loki]

Voiceless Love Chapter 3:

Goodbye’s & Hello’s

Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2042

Warnings: Bucky fluff, Loki fluff, Loki not understanding feelings

Tag List: @caffeineoverloadandstudying @zizzlekwum @lokiyoulittle @magicalpieex @daddysfavoritesexkitten @buckylokisimp

A/N: I finally put Y/N’s writing in italics so you can tell when she write. Also we’re delving a little into Loki now, but I will let you all know for anyone hooked on Bucky, I will be making this into a choose your own! I’m not sure which chapter yet, but at some point I will split off and make a Bucky route and Loki route. The Loki route might be a bit longer and more extensive, but that’s only because I am biased and that was the original idea. Thank you all for the love so far on this series. I’m glad you all like it!

A few days have passed since the incident with Loki. Every time you enter the library, Loki gets up and leaves the room, clearly, but not subtly, trying to avoid you. Knowing it’s his private place, you started to take your book from the library and go to Bucky’s room to read instead. 

Bucky likes having you around in his room. While he’s showering, reading, or even working out, you follow him around like a lost puppy and he often keeps his arm around you as much as possible. The other avengers are shocked as you too become closer, not expecting two of the quietest people in the compound to become so close so quickly. Bucky even goes to Steve to talk about you from time to time.

You lay on Bucky’s bed as he showers from sparing with Steve. You enjoy spending time with him, even if he’s doing chores and you’re just sitting in the room. Bucky comes out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist, making your eyes go wide. He chuckles at your shocked reaction.

“Calm down, I forgot pants.”

You chuckle inside as he grabs the first pair of pants he sees then rushes back into the bathroom. You can’t help but watch the way the water drips down his skin, highlighting every muscle on his body. He really is a fine specimen, you think to yourself, but you try to not let your thoughts get too carried away. The last thing you need is to be aroused around your friend who doesn’t think about you in the same way.

Bucky comes back out fully dressed in sweatpants and a white t-shirt. There's a light blush on his face from the embarrassment earlier as he lays down next to you. You lift your head instinctively as he puts his arm under your neck, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“What are you reading?”

Bucky lifts the cover to show himself. 

“Wuthering Heights. Quite the dark and sad book for you,” he chuckles.

Scrunching your eyebrows, you grab his hand and pull out your pen.

What do you mean ‘for me’?

“I mean it’s depressing and you’re full of joy. I don’t want a book to get you down.”

I’m a big girl

You stick out your tongue at Bucky which makes him laugh. He reaches his arm around the other side of you and starts tickling your sides. You lose control of your body as you laugh horribly, spazzing your body to get away from Bucky hands. There’s no emotion but rage as you hear Bucky laughing at your torture. He grabs your book and sets it to the side before he stops tickling you. 

As you regain your senses, you look up to see Bucky hovering over you, laying on his side and arm resting by your head. If you didn’t know any better, he was inches away from kissing you, even leaning in, but he isn’t. He stares at you with the softest look in his eyes, a smile on his face.

“Hi.”

You smile wide, still breathing heavy from the tickle attack.

“So I kind of wanted to talk to you about something. We’re all leaving for a mission tomorrow afternoon and I know you’re a bit bummed about not being able to go, but you also know you’re not the most capable of defending yourself.” You shrug which makes Bucky laugh and hang his head, leaning it on your forehead. “Darling, you’re adorable. So, you’re going to be alone with Loki. Is that going to be an issue?”

You shake your head no, but Bucky looks unsure of you. The inside of his eyebrows raise in question and he stares at you deep in your eyes.

“I’m not thrilled with you being alone, but I know you can handle yourself. We’re only going to be gone for three days, so I’ll be home quicker than you know, I promise.”

You smile to reassure his anxiety. Bucky tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, leaning down to kiss your forehead tenderly. He lays back down next to you and pulls you into him, laying you on top of his body. You can hear his heartbeat from his chest and the warmth from his neck as you bury your head further into him. Bucky adjusts his arms and holds you tight as you both fall asleep.

-

The next morning, you wake up in Bucky’s arms with a bittersweet feeling. The sun is glaring through the window shades on his face, highlighting his beautiful blue eyes. You stare at him for a good five minutes, stroking his stubble with your fingers very gently.

“It’s rude to stare, doll.” 

You’re started by Bucky speaking when you thought he was asleep. You jump a little, making Bucky chuckle and hold you closer to him. He smiles up at you as you look down at him, studying the groves and marks on your face, “I want to memorize you for when I leave,” he teases, “I’d hate to forget this pretty face.

You blush at his kind words and attempt to hide your embarrassment by tucking your face into his neck. Bucky chuckles, vibrating your body against his, and squeezes you tightly. You didn’t know it was possible to get physically closer to him, but he manages to do it.

“I hate to leave you… but I have to, darling.” Nodding your head, you fan your hand over his chest, sniffling in his neck. “Oh, baby, don’t cry,” he smirks, “I’ll be back soon enough.”

Bucky gets up and leaves his bed, searching for his uniform. You stay in bed and admire his form as he walks around, his shirt tightly gripping to his body. He comes up to you and wraps you in his blankets, making you a little shawl of warmth. Finally grabbing his bags, you and him make your way out to the main room where the rest of the Avengers are gathered with their bags. 

“Are you ready to go?” Steve asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m sorry to leave you alone like this, Y/N. We figured you’d be safer if you trained and controlled your powers a little more.”

“She knows,” Bucky cut in, “We talked about it a little and she understands.”

You give them a smile to assure them that what Bucky said is true. Steve tries to approach you and give you a hug but you back away, making him give you a melancholy smile. Lucky comes up to you and gives you a hug even though you don’t return it. He walks away with the Avengers off to the Quinjet outside. You watch as they leave, Bucky giving you a little wave before the door closes.

Finding yourself in a quiet environment, you make your way back to Bucky’s room where you left the book you had been reading. Time passes on quicker than you expect and you find yourself getting hungry. Checking the clock, you notice it’s seven at night and decide to head to the kitchen.

Loki sits by the bar with his book when you enter the room, much to your surprise. He doesn’t come out of his room often and when he does it’s usually in the library. Ignoring him, you dig through the fridge to find food to make a sandwich. He stays in the room which is also a change of pace. You haven’t spent any time with him since the altercation in the library a week ago. He usually completely avoids you.

You finish making the sandwich and Loki has yet to leave the kitchen. He doesn’t look up from his book once or even mutter to himself. Tapping him on the shoulder, he looks up to see you pointing to your sandwich and then him.

“If you are asking if I want one, I do not. Mortal food does not appetize me.”

Your face drops in annoyance and Loki notices. Rolling his eyes, he closes his book and pays full attention to you.

“Fine, make me one and I’ll see how I like it.”

You give him a wide smile much to his own amusement. You attempt to make a sandwich you think he’d enjoy and slide the plate over to him. Eating your own sandwich, you watch him intently to see his reaction. He takes in a slow bite and chews it, giving you no reaction at all. The silence is deafening and you wish it would be over, but he continues to be quiet until he’s completely done eating the sandwich.

“I could stomach that,” he says, looking up at you with a smirk.

You smile at his slight enjoyment of the sandwich, making this down as a win in your book. Loki doesn’t miss the little smile on your face and smirks when you turn your back to load the dishwasher. 

���There’s a book I’d think you like.” You turn around, perked up even more by his joyous remark, “the only problem is that it’s in runes, so unless you’re not willing for me to read it to you, I’d volunteer my services.”

You nod, accepting his offer. Loki stands up and heads for the elevator, you follow quickly behind. As you two walk out, you realize how proud Loki stands, his head held high and shoulders back, like a true king. You always thought he was stoic, but watching him carry himself across the tower shows a new kind of pride.

You enter the library and Loki immediately goes to the book, sitting down beside you at the table. He opens the book, but silently watches you through his peripherals as you get comfortable next to him, leaning your elbows on his chair arm. 

“Despite that they lived worlds apart from one another, the norns had decided that Mengoth and Svipdagr were each other's great love.” Loki looks over to see you watching him with big doe eyes. He smirks at your innocent face and keeps reading, “Mengloth, meaning “the one shimmering of jewels” grew up in a golden hall, ruling a flourishing realm of prosperous farmsteads. She dedicated her life to healing the sick and wounded. Together with her handmaidens, she spent her days receiving the injured and suffering on a tall towering mountain.”

Loki continues to read the story to you in his sulky, smooth voice. There is one thing in the stories about Loki that you believe, he has a silvertongue. A way with words. A way with speaking. You find yourself falling asleep quickly listening to his mellow voice.

Loki doesn’t notice when you fall asleep, just that you did. He thinks to himself why a small thing like you would fall asleep next to him, this dangerous monster. You have everything to live for, yet you decide to trust this fallen creature enough. Setting the book down on the table, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

Laying you across the bed, he takes off the jewelry you have on and covers you with your blankets. He goes to set your necklaces and earrings down on your dresser and gets distracted by the photos. There’s one of you with your parents and brother, smiling in a line in front of your christmas tree. There’s another of you with a boy, smiling while dressed formally and looking at one another. 

There’s something with you that intrigues him. You go after the good boys, the heroes like Bucky and the safe choice of boys in school, but why fall asleep next to him? He’s not this superhero with great morals and virtue. He’s selfish, prideful, arrogant. No woman, especially a midgard would want him, not that he’d be interested in a midgardian, but Y/N is different.

He shakes off the thoughts that burden his heart and leaves the room. Closing the door behind him, Loki wanders to his own room where he lays in bed staring at the ceiling. His thoughts can’t help but wander back in. After two hours, Loki is finally able to rest, but even his dreams are flooded with nothing but you.

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[discoscoob]

Partners in Crime | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

You go undercover and infiltrate the TVA in an attempt to rescue Loki from the shady organisation.

Part Nine | Part Eleven | Chapter Index

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: descriptions of Loki’s death in Infinity War

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You had ran back into the TARDIS and straight to the wardrobes, you dressed in a formal black work suit with a white blouse and a pair of black court shoes, a far cry from your usual style but since you had decided you were going undercover you thought you might as well look the part. You had covered the scrapes you acquired on your jaw and cheekbones during the battle of New York with some concealer and applied some light makeup to complete the look.

 You straightened out your suit jacket and checked your hair was neat enough by gently patting it with your palms to feel for flyaways, as you made your way back into the deserted control room. Your eyes landed on the Doctors jacket, as you passed it, noticing it was still discarded on the seats, since the Doctor hadn’t took it with him when he left.

 Despite already knowing the control room was empty, you glanced around just to be sure before you fished into the inside pocket of the suit jacket and felt around for the wallet containing the psychic paper. While you were feeling around you felt your fingers brush against the sonic screwdriver, you decided it might be useful so you pulled it out and slotted it into your own pocket before you returned to hunting for the psychic paper.

 You discovered that the Doctor wasn’t kidding when he said his pockets were bigger on the inside, you dragged out a yo-yo, a pair of retro 3D glasses, the yellow water pistol you used in Pompeii and a stethoscope before you finally managed to find the wallet containing the psychic paper. You discarded all the random objects on the seats along with the jacket before you turned on your heel and made your way out of the TARDIS.

 While you were in the unlit room the TARDIS had landed in, you blindly felt around for a light switch, until you remembered you had the sonic screwdriver, you used the small blue light on the end of it as a torch, it wasn’t very effective but it provided some visibility and from what you could see, you were in a maintenance closet.

 After slipping the sonic back into your pocket, you carefully pushed the door handle down and slowly cracked the door open and peaked out of it with one eye, exactly like you had done earlier. This time you were looking along the ceiling for any visible security cameras, from your position you could not see any.

 The corridor was once again deserted, so you proceeded to pull the door open wider and poked your head out to look both left and right. The decor was dated with an orange and brown patterned carpet which you might have found in a cheap hotel in the 70s and the walls were painted a creamy coffee colour.

 Swiftly you slipped out of the maintenance closet and gently pulled the door shut behind you, while still vigilantly looking up and down the abandoned corridor, now you had to decide which direction to go.

 To your right you were closer to the end of the hallway where there was a set of mahogany double doors with frosted glass panels, while to your left, the end of the corridor split off into two other separate corridors, after weighing up your options you decided to head towards the double doors. 

 The room you entered was spacious and well lit by large round lights that covered the entire ceiling. In the centre of the room there were retractable line divider belts in place which lead to a glass incased service desk, where you could see a bored worker was slouched in their seat. You took a deep breath and straightened your spine before you began to walk through the winding barriers towards the desk.

 Once you arrived you looked down upon the chubby, middle aged man who had not yet acknowledged your presence as he hunched over the desk, reading a colourful comic that was spread out on the surface in front of him. Your eyes nervously travelled around the room again as you double checked no one else was there before you hit the shiny, gold coated service bell with the palm of your hand.

 “Have you had your consultation with Miss Minutes?” The guard, who wore a name tag which informed you he was called Edgar, idly addressed you without looking up from his desk.

 “What?” You asked, already beginning to feel your nerves spike.

 “Every prisoner must have a consolation with Miss Minutes before standing trial for their alleged crimes.” Edgar explained, as if he was reading from a script.

 “Oh... I- I’m not a prisoner.” You nervously laughed, you were here to break Loki out, not get yourself arrested too.

 The guard finally lifted his eyes to you and took in your appearance and formal attire, you pulled the psychic paper from your pocket and held it against the glass, willing it to show him something that will grant you access to the prisoners.

 “You’re a psychiatrist?” Edgar questioned, appearing dumbfounded.

 “Yes.” You nodded confidently, as you returned the wallet to your breast pocket, “I am here to evaluate one of your prisoners.”

 “You’re in the wrong department.” He informed you as his eyes cast back down to his comic, you waited for him to tell you where to go, but he remained silent.

 “Which department do I need to go to?” You prompted him.

 “The prisoner department.” 

 Another pause. You rolled your eyes.

 “And where is that?” You tried to remain patient but getting information out of this man was like pulling teeth, you could feel the frustration building in your chest.

 “Down the corridor, to the left, take the elevator to floor VG2.” You were already making your way back through the winding line dividers by the time he was halfway through his sentence, you would have ran if you weren’t meant to maintain a professional cover, alas, you were confined to speed walking.

 As quickly as you could, you made your way down the carpeted corridor and turned left until you arrived to a pair of elevators with metallic gold doors. You pushed the black round button on a panel between the two elevators to call for one. You tapped your foot as you impatiently waited with your hands clasped in front of you. 

 The ding prompted you to lift your head just as the elevator doors began to slide open, your whole body halted to a stop mid stride as your eyes locked with a pair of familiar frosty green ones, which stared right back at you, holding just as much surprise. 

 You and Loki were completely frozen as the pair of you did nothing but stare at each other for a solid moment, which felt much longer than it actually was. You took in his appearance, the bulky collar he was wearing around his neck along with a loose fitting, beige jumpsuit which had an orange TVA logo printed on the left side of the chest. 

 Loki was the first to break contact as his eyes fleeted with panic to Mobius, who was stood next to him, but luckily he hadn’t noticed you as his attention was focused on studying a brown paper file which he held open in the palm of his hand.

 Quickly you jumped out of view and pushed your back flush to the wall between the two elevators before you heard Mobius tut with a sigh.

 “Don’t you just hate when the elevator stops on a floor and no one is there?” You heard Mobius say, there was no response from Loki before the doors slid back shut. 

 You rolled back off the wall with a sigh of relief and put your hand over your racing heart to calm it after almost getting caught. You looked up and followed the floor numbers above the elevator as they lit up, indicating which floor it was at, until it stopped in order to find out which floor Loki was being taken to and memorised it as you pushed the button to call another elevator. The doors to the other one opened and you stepped in and selected the floor which Loki was taken to. 

 With a ding the doors parted to reveal a concrete corridor, much different to the one you were on earlier. It was filled with people dressed in uniforms, some in plain brown suits and others dressed head to toe in black combat armour carrying weapons, you were wary of those ones. Your heels clicked against the hard floor and the sound echoed off the walls as you slowly made your way further down the winding corridor. You tried to not appear too inconspicuous as your eyes shifted around in search of a familiar face.

 You passed several dark wooden doors, any of which Loki and Mobius could have disappeared behind and you would have no idea, it wasn’t like you could go searching behind each individual one without drawing attention to yourself. 

 “Excuse me, are you lost?” A petite woman with a friendly disposition approached you, obviously having noticed the way you were aimlessly wandering without any direction. She had warm eyes and showcased her pearly white teeth with her plump glossy lips stretched into a kind smile. You instantly felt comfortable in her presence, so you were confident enough to be somewhat honest with her.

 “Yes actually, I’m looking for Mobius and I can’t seem to find him.” 

 Her eyes widened with delight at the fact that she knew exactly where he was and could help you as she pointed to a pair of double doors a few paces behind her. “I saw him go in there with one of the prisoners not too long ago.” 

 Your eyes shifted to the double doors and you noticed there was two security guards stood in front before you looked back at the friendly woman in front of you, “thank you,” you smiled.

 “No problem at all.” She told you as she began to make her way towards the elevator.

 Once she was gone, you searched for a corner to hide behind which also gave you a perfect view of the double doors as you waited for Loki and Mobius to come out. 

 A few minutes passed before you saw the door open and Mobius stepped out without Loki, you watched him disappear down the corridor before you rushed to the double doors, you were quickly halted by the security in front but you maintained a calm exterior as you reached into your pocket and showed them the psychic paper, they studied it for a moment as your heart raced with nerves, before one of them grunted with a nod and granted you access. 

 You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding after you shut the door, with your back turned to the room you just entered.

 Heat flourished through your stomach at the sound of Loki’s voice saying you name, as a smile curled at the corners of your lips before you turned around to see him.

 In the dimly lit room, Loki was rising from his seat, his face was illuminated by a holographic projection that was playing against the wall furthest from you, as he began taking quick strides towards you.

 Before you could even say anything, you felt his palms rest on both your cheeks as he pulled your face towards his own and greeted you with a hungry kiss.

 “If I might interject.” Loki’s voice filled the room and interrupted your kiss, as you pulled your lips away from his and glanced over his shoulder at the projection, which displayed footage of Loki.

 “What is that?” You asked him as your eyes bounced between his face and the projection.

 “Never mind that,” Loki shook his head dismissively and grasped your hands in his. “I can’t believe you’re here, you’re alive.” Loki once again gently grasped your face in one of his hand as he stroked his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

 “Thanks to you. You saved my life.” You smiled gratefully at him as you brought your own hand up to rest on the back of his but he retracted it just as you did and you pinched your brows together with confusion.

 “No thanks to me,” Loki corrected you as he shook his head and took a step back from you, “I am the reason you got hurt in the first place.”

 “Loki, it wasn’t your fault...”

 “It was. It was me. I am the one who shot at you.” Loki admitted and you remained silent as you let the information sink in.

 “Almighty Thanos... I, Loki, Prince of Asgard... Odinson... the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity.” The projection once again caught your attention.

 “Thanos...” Your eyes drifted back to Loki, “when is this from?” 

 “It... it’s...” Loki tried, but your focus shifted back to the projection as a deep voice filled the room through the speakers.

 “Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.” You realised the new voice belonged to Thanos, who was now displayed on the projection, his larger frame dwarfed Loki’s, proving just how intimidating he was. 

 Loki had his arm extended above his head as he clenched a dagger in his fist and held the tip to Thanos’ throat, but the mighty titan encircled Loki’s arm with his large hand, making it appear no larger than a twig, he twisted his arm and the dagger fell from his palm as he raised his other hand to Loki’s throat.

 Your face paled and stone cold horror surged through your thumping heart as Thanos began to lift Loki off the ground, causing his body to thrash around violently as he tried to struggle free from the deadly grasp.

 “He... he’s killing you.” Your voice trembled as you watched helplessly, you turned you face away when it became too difficult to keep watching, wishing you could also close your ears to the unsettling noises that filled the room.

 “You... will never be... a god.” Was the last thing you heard Loki say through the speakers before you almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of a door slamming shut with such force it overpowered the noises from the speakers.

 You turned around to find Mobius with his back to the doors, a curious smile played on his lips as his eyes shot back and forth between you and Loki. You instantly stepped back towards Loki and encircled your arms around his and pulled him closer to you, keeping him in an unyielding hold. 

 “So I’m assuming this is some sort of rescue mission slash prison escape?” Mobius casually spoke as he began to walk further into the room. 

 You and Loki shuffled back together, ensuring you maintained the same amount of distance from him as he moved around the sparsely furnished room. 

 “Something like that.” You mumbled with your chin held high in defiance but Mobius appeared unfazed as his eyes fell to Loki.

 “I’m afraid he won’t get very far wearing that.” The agent brought his finger up to point at his own neck in order to demonstrate that he was talking about the collar, which was secured around Loki’s neck, you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head curiously.

 “Then, I guess, it’s a good job I brought this with me, isn’t it?” You smiled, knowing you had the upper hand as you pulled the Doctors sonic screwdriver from your pocket and held it in front of you.

 Loki’s own lips lifted into a triumphant smirk once he realised what you had held in your hand. You pointed the blue glowing tip to the electronic latch of his collar, a low-pitched buzzing emitted from the sonic before you heard the latch click open and with a quick shake of his head, the collar easily slipped from Loki’s neck and landed on the floor at his feet.

 “Ah, shit.” Mobius sighed under his breath, with his gaze focused on the discarded collar.

 “This is nothing personal.” Loki told him as he raised his palm, Mobius hardly had time to react before green mist was shot in his direction, his legs gave way beneath him as he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

 “Is he dead?” You worried as you took a couple steps towards Mobius’ body.

 “No, he’s just sleeping.” Loki assured you as he conjured some rope out of a shimmering green light and he strode towards Mobius.

 “This will buy us some more time.” Loki told you as he pushed Mobius’ limp body on to his front and began tying his wrists together behind his back, before he tied his ankles together. 

 You watched wordlessly until Loki rose back to his feet then walked towards you, he clasped you by your shoulders and looked down at you intensely.

 “I have a plan.” He told you.

 “Loki, what was that projection?” You worried, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t wipe the horrific images from your mind.

 His eyes cast down and he stroked his hand up and down your upper arm to offer you comfort, “It’s a lot to explain, but right now we need to get out of here and I need you to do something for me.”

 “Anything.” You said without hesitation.

 ***

 “Oh my god...” Your hand shot to your throat, “why hasn’t my voice changed? I still sound like me.” 

 You were currently looking into a handheld mirror, which Loki had conjured for you, getting used to the fact that the face staring back at you wasn’t your own. You ran the tips of your fingers over the facial hair above your lip and gently pulled it between your forefinger and thumb. 

 Loki had transformed you into a double of Mobius, as a green shimmer ran down the length of his body and he changed from the prison jumpsuit into the same TVA uniform he had been wearing when you first met him in Pompeii.

 “I can’t change your voice, you will have to refrain from speaking to anyone. We just need to get out of here and back to the TARDIS. It should be easy enough.” Loki explained as he fixed the collar of his jacket before he crouched beside Mobius and riffled through his pockets until you heard the jingling of keys. Loki threw them over his shoulder at you and you managed to catch them as you cradled your hands together with your palms open and the keys landed right in the middle.

 “We will lock the door behind us,” Loki explained and you nodded as he approached you. 

 “I don’t deserve any of this after what I did to you...” He saw you open your mouth to cut him off so he rushed to continue, “when the elevator doors opened and I saw your face, I thought it was a figment of my imagination... When the TVA captured me, I wasn’t sure if I would ever see you again or if I would ever find out whether or not you made it out of New York alive. I have lived with the weight of my actions on my shoulders, ever since the mind stones influenced faded but I have never felt anything even close to how I felt when I saw your injuries and I knew I was the one responsible for them. I will do whatever it takes to gain your forgiveness.” 

 “Do you really think I would be here, looking like this,” you gestured to your form disguised as Mobius, “if I hadn’t already forgiven you? You weren’t fully in control of your actions on that day but you were fully in control when you saved my life, despite knowing that using your magic would attract the TVA’s attention, you put yourself at risk to save me and now I’m doing the same for you.” 

 A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Loki’s lips before you took his hand in your own, “now let’s go before he wakes up and alerts everyone that you’ve escaped.”

 You let go of his hand just as your other reached for the handle of the door and you lead the way out with Loki following behind you. You acknowledged the two guards on either side of the door with a silent nod as you looked at the keys on the keyring and realised you didn’t know which one fit the lock on this door.

 You glanced at Loki for help, hoping your wide and confused eyes were enough to make him understand your predicament since you couldn’t use your voice. Loki subtly raised his finger to point at the key you needed and you quickly locked the door, before you made your way down the winding concrete hallway, towards the golden doors of the elevators.

 Your heart was already leaping out your chest after your blunder with the keys, but apart from a few nervous glances towards Loki, no one really paid the pair of you any attention and you were relieved to see that the plan was working.

 The familiar ding alerted you to the fact that the doors were about to slide open. When you saw a curly haired woman, dressed in a brown suit decorated with an orange sash, exiting the elevator, you stepped aside and offered her a polite smile, with the intention of letting her pass by, but she stopped in front of you and Loki and stared at the pair of you with suspicion. 

 The polite smile faded from your face, as your pulse once again began to quicken under her scrutinising gaze, you chanced a glance towards Loki in an attempt to gage how he was handling the situation, your inner panic spiked when you noticed the worry hidden in his eyes as they bounced between you and the woman stood before you.

 “Agent Mobius, where are you taking the Loki variant?” She questioned you. 

 You focused hard on trying to maintain a calm exterior while you were internally experiencing a meltdown as panic rose through your chest and your mind raced with the millions of possibilities for how this could go wrong, since there was no way you could answer her, you had no idea how to get yourself and Loki out of this situation.

 “I have decided join your little club and help protect the sacred timeline, Mobius and I are about to head out on a mission.” Loki answered for you and you sent him a grateful look, once the woman turned her attention to him.

 “Mobius, you know variants aren’t allowed out on missions without my clearance.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sent you a disapproving look.

 “You already gave me clearance.” Loki answered and the woman rolled her eyes before turning to him again.

 “That was the first time and you ended up running away with a genocidal Time Lord.” 

 “The Doctor?” A confused crease formed between Loki’s dark brows.

 “He destroyed the Time Lords.” She said, the tone she used made it seem as though her answer should’ve been obvious.

 “Well, if they were anything like you, I can’t say I blame him.” You had to bring your fingers to your lips to stifle your laughter.

 “Mobius!” You jumped at the sound of ‘your’ name and stood straight as you looked to the authoritative woman before you. “Wait for me in my office, while I return your variant to his cell.” 

 Your internal meltdown only worsened and you glanced at Loki again hoping he would offer you some sort of sign that he had a plan, his eyes were twitching back and forth as he stared at nothing in particular, you could practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he raced to come up with a plan. When the woman’s gaze flicked over to him, all evidence of his plotting was wiped from his face and his lips stretched into a sly smile.

 “Lead the way, Your Honour.” Loki hit the button to call the elevator, since it had already arrived earlier the doors slid open instantly. He held his hand out and offered the woman to enter the lift first, as she did Loki glanced at you and subtly nodded his head towards the corridor, directing you to follow that direction.

 Trusting that Loki knew what he was doing, you began to back away until you turned around and started walking down the corridor. You didn’t let the fact that Loki called her ‘Your Honour’ go unnoticed, you realised that was Loki’s subtle way of telling you who she was so you would be able to find her office. As you walked down the corridor you glanced at the engraved gold plaques above each door, until you stopped in front of one which read ‘Judge Ravonna Renslayer’ before you proceeded to enter.

 Inside, the office was dimly lit and lacked any windows, you realised that you hadn’t seen any windows throughout the entire building and it only added to the mysteriousness of the entire organisation. The walls were made off sculpted dark wooden panels and the floor was covered in an orange and brown carpet, similar to the one which decorated the corridors upstairs. 

 A single stained glass lamp, which stood on the large wooden desk in the centre of the room, was the only source of light. Behind the desk was a large, red leather chair and in front of it were two smaller brown leather seats. The surface of the desk was kept neat, a stack of files perfectly piled on top of one another sat in the centre, apart from those and the lamp there wasn’t much else on it. 

 On the far back wall, behind the desk, to the left and right there were two book shelves neatly filled with large leather bound books of various colours. Between the two book shelves, there was a wall, decorated with the wooden sculptures of three heads, you found them rather ghastly to look at so you diverted your eyes back to the surface of the desk as you lowered yourself into one of the seats in front of it and waited.

 The only sound that filled the room was the constant ticking of a clock as each second passed and you were beginning to find the repetitive sound irritating, your leg bounced up and down with nerves, as you hoped with all your strength that Loki knew what he was doing. You had no idea what you were going to do if Judge Ravonna Renslayer walked through that door and expected you to speak with her.

 You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the sound of the door click open, hoping you would be greeted by the sight of Loki, but your heart dropped and an array of colourful language raced through your mind when the Judge entered the room instead.

 “Agent Mobius.” She formally greeted you and you stood from your seat and offered her your hand to shake as a form of greeting, since speaking would blow your cover, although you doubted you would be able to last long without saying anything.

 The Judge just stared at your hand for a moment, with confusion behind her eyes, before she swatted it away and stepped closer to you almost making you jump when her arms slid around the back of your neck and she brought her face inches away from yours.

 “No need to be so formal when we’re in private, Moby.” Her breath fanned across your lips, as she whispered seductively and you could hardly control the way your eyebrows shot up to your hairline as you gulped, completely thrown off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

 Your mouth moved like a fish out of water and you didn’t know where to put your hands, but when she let out a snort of laughter and took a step back, you tilted your head with suspicion. A green shimmer illuminated the dull room and Loki was stood before you, still laughing to himself but at least now he was looking sheepish about it, as you glared at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

 “I’m sorry, that was cruel,” he held his hands up defensively, “but your face... or rather Mobius’” 

 “Now is not the time for games.” You scolded him as you swatted at his chest. 

 “There is always time for games.” Loki answered defensively and you affectionately rolled your eyes.

 “What did you do with her?” You asked, curious about how Loki safely escaped from the Judge.

 “Transformed her into me and put her in my cell before I shifted into her form.” Loki shrugged like it was nothing.

 “Will she look like you forever?” You worried.

 Loki shook his head. “Once we leave, my magic will leave her.”

 “Let’s get out of here.” You said and Loki shifted back into the Judges form as you made your way out of her office. 

 This time you successfully made it to the elevator and to the floor that you had left the TARDIS on without any interruptions. You lead Loki down the deserted corridor towards the maintenance closet, just as an alarm started blaring throughout the entire building.

 “Do you think that’s for us?” You looked at Loki with worry.

 “We’re not going to stick around long enough to find out.” Loki answered as he grabbed your hand and started running the rest of the way to the closet.

 “Stop them!” A guard dressed in black armour shouted as they burst through the double doors at the end of the corridor, leading a group of other guards behind them. 

 “I guess that answers your question.” Loki mumbled as the pair of you ducked when they began shooting their weapons at you, Loki moved to ensure that he was shielding you as he reached for the handle to the closet and ushered you through the door once he opened it.

 You pushed through the TARDIS doors, with Loki hot on your heel, relieved to be in the familiar control room but you still needed to get the TARDIS out of the closet before the TVA guards followed you inside.

 Without hesitation Loki was immediately at the control panel, figuring out how to pilot the ship, some sparks flew off the console when he flicked one of the switches and he ducked while you let out a yelp, before he stretched his arm out and reached for the leaver, the one the Doctor had told you was called the Time Rotor Handbrake, and the TARDIS began trembling as it dematerialised. 

 Loki and you both held on tight to the console to maintain your balance, before the tremors subsided and you both let out sighs of relief, knowing you were finally safe.

 Loki and you shared a glance and with a flick of his wrist you both transformed back into yourselves before you fell into each other’s arms. You snuggled the tip of your nose into his neck and he planted a gentle kiss on the side of you head.

 “I’m never letting you go again.” Your voice was muffled as you spoke.

 “I’m not going anywhere.” Loki promised.

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