Everyone under the sun has heard of that trend of trying to reach out to your soulmate, disregarding whatever reality or realm that separated them.
The urge to confirm to themselves that they were not alone, they were loved and someday that person would find them and their happily ever after.
You were one of those people. You had enough of seeing videos on tiktok of girls and guys alike freaking out about how their soulmate smelled like cinnamon or how they felt them touch their necks.
The only light in your cozy room was the soft glow of your fairy lights fixated around the ceiling like stars. Your freshly washed comforter shifted below you as you fixated yourself in the middle of the bed, legs crossed and hands folded between.
“Okay” You whisper, taking a deep breath. Many moments passed as you sat there, chest fluttering with anticipation. A frustrated huff falls from your lips as you adjust, rolling your shoulders back.
You just had to reach out more, focus on each part of yourself like everyone said.
Your eyes fall shut as your breathing slows, the air rolling in and out of your lungs like deep waves. The yearning in your chest was growing as you think hard, pleading for confirmation that you were not alone.
“Please, touch me” You whisper, clenching your eyes tighter.
Your body rocked as you felt a large hand slip under your hair, settling against the back of your neck. The yearning became determination to not let the sensation slip away. “More” you hum, feeling the hand pull away before fingers trace up your spine.
The feeling made goosebumps rise on your arms, biting back a shiver. The digits worked their way to your hair, lacing though the soft strands thickly. Every sweet movie screen where the guy plays with the girls hair crosses your mind, and its like your soulmate knew how to make the soft moan fall from your lips.
The involuntary sound that came from you didn’t even sway your motions of learning your head against where you imagined your soulmates body was, wishing he was there.
The large hands retreated from your hair, gliding to your cheeks that were warm from embarrassment of how needy you were being. How uncharacteristically vulnerable you were as your throat lets out a whimper. The fingers ran over your lips, smooshing them and taking your bottom lip between them.
“Please” You whisper again, feeling hot breath hit the facial feature that had just been let free. Electricity burned through your lips as a soft sensation replaced the strong fingers, barely touching but just close enough to make your eyes squeeze together. The hands were placed on the back of your neck, like they were just waiting to pull you into the embrace.
The urge to lurch towards them was almost intoxicating.
The hands slipped down your arm, over the prominent goosebumps, and laced in your own. The size of them drowned your own and you could feel the cold extinguishing the warmth you once held. It felt so right, that your earlier subtle doubts of this working were diminished quickly.
You could feel the being pulling away, tears pricking up under your eyelids. You didn’t want him to leave, the scent of cedar- or was it oak? mixed with the smell of mint was swirling around you.
Nothing could stop the impending end of your 7 minutes in heaven. A tear slips down your cheek as you muster up the words to say,
“Find me” You whisper, praying to every god possible they could hear and understand you. It would be your luck that your soulmate spoke a different language or just flat out couldn’t hear your plead. Another drop found an escape and met the other, rolling together down your face.
Silence filled the room, but you knew he hadn’t left yet. His scent still filled your nose and his hands were still in yours, your heart aching for him. The hot breath that was absent on your lips moments before returned, closer to your face.
“I will, darling”
Hello my loves,
Here is a *tweaked* version of a segment from the first chapter of my new story! Let me know what you think and if you want me to do a part 2 with Loki’s point of view on here!
Pairing: sub!Loki x Nonbinary!dom!Reader (Can be read as gender neutral??? idk)
Anon Request: “hihiii! can i please request a small thing for tiny nonbinary reader(mc?) who is a dom in their relationship with loki and loves to spoil him rotten with love and praise and gifts (and eats him out when he’s a very very good boy?) thank you and have a great day!” and “
hii this is tiny nonbinary anon. it can be mostly sfw, but hint at smut at the end or something :,) thank you so much for taking it up, and you can definitely take your time with other requests ✨✨”
A/N: Includes submissive and little spoon Loki! I hope you like this Anon. I am so sorry that it took me TWO YEARS to do this! I hope you see this and it will make up for the long wait. I went all the way with the smut so I hope you don’t mind that, but I also included THE FLOOFY FLOOF as well. I also don’t have much experience writing for a NB reader, so I wrote this how I would right with a gender neutral reader. I hope I did it right! If I didn’t I would love some feedback on it :)
yes this is like the third piece about Loki and his human lover struggling to adapt to their relationship i’ve written this month… i have no excuses
~Loki loves you so much, and his utmost priority is to care for you
~He does his absolute best not to draw attention to your mortality, but it’s not always easy
~Loki constantly worries about you, mostly about you being caught in the crossfire of the politics of his family or being found by one of the many enemies he’s made
~But he also worries about more mundane things
~You’re so small compared to Loki, so fragile. Your body is so sensitive in ways an Asgardian’s is not
~Loki is extra attentive because of this. Sometimes it’s cute, and sometimes it isn’t
~You love it when Loki insists you wear a coat. He’ll pull one out of the closet of your shared apartment, and zip it up without ever taking his eyes off you. He’ll then press a kiss to your jaw, cheek, forehead, and finally, lips
~Loki will kiss you slowly, and pull away even slower, leaving you to bask in the embrace
~He’ll then quickly pull a hat over your head, leaving you grinning in dismay
~But there are other times he just seems overprotective
~He’s very insistent that you eat and sleep, which is kind, but you’re also an adult
~It’s hard to get angry when Loki pushes you to do either of these things, because you know he just wants you to be safe and healthy
~Loki also doesn’t like it you use public transportation or get rides from friends. He doesn’t trust anyone on the road except you and himself
~Loki struggles to listen to any true crime podcasts or documentaries. Even as a man who has seen and fought in many, many, battles, the barbarity of humans could bring Loki to his knees. These podcasts make him paranoid on your behalf, and they’re so popular. This is a small part of why Loki doesn’t utilize or engage with Midgardian technology
~But make no mistake: Loki is not controlling. He never forces you to do or not do anything. He just worries, and needs reassurance
~These worries are also not indicative of your abilities. Loki knows you’re strong and capable. He trusts you, he just doesn’t trust anyone else, and Loki makes sure you know that
~These talks always remind you about the reality of your future: you’ll grow old and wither away, and Loki will live on
~Loki thinks about this too, but as he holds your hand and traces your lifeline, he tells you there nothing to be done, and you both push the thoughts to the back of your minds
~Despite all your struggles, even your mortality can be a sign of Loki’s love for you
~The junior prince of Asgard, in his attractiveness and infamy, could have almost any man, woman, or being he pleased
~And yet, in spite of all your faults and his own, despite the fact your love is doomed, Loki chose you
Chapter Summary: You get to Asgard and try and steal the Hand of Damnation.
Word Count: 5.5k
A/N: Here’s the first chapter! Hope you enjoy it, would love to know what you think! <3
The gates to Asgard were out of place and definitely useless. Not far from the docks, they were set within a large stone arch, wide enough to let through four carts at once, its gates wide open. Though really, it wouldn’t have mattered if they were opened or closed. The arch was the tallest structure — other than the golden palace in the distance — in the town, but it wasn’t connected to anything else. Compared to Niflheim’s borders which were protected by a massive ice wall and protected by sentinels day and night, these gates looked like they had been erected long ago, more out of custom than necessity. Worn out and paled from the sun and the tropical storms that came through this part of continent, it was a miracle the thing was still standing.
The last thing that you wanted to do right before you left for the night was deal with a grumpy god, especially one that had almost destroyed your home, but here you were.
“This is ridiculous. I can’t believe you think a mortal can help me.” Loki snapped at his brother who was standing by his chair looking very amused by this whole situation.
“Ah, but this is not just any mortal brother, This mortal is a great healer, and I don’t want to hear you complaining about your arm for the next few days.” Thor told him, giving you a grand smile, and if he wasn’t so damn handsome you would have told him to go shove it and talk to Cho instead.
Loki seemed to notice how flustered his brother’s compliment made you, and rolled his eyes. “I can manage fine.” He replied.
“Then do it yourself. You’re magic right?” You snapped at him, annoyed at how he was behaving when you were trying to help him.
His brow quirked at you talking back to him, “Oh, please, continue to tell me how my ‘magic’ works.” He replied.
You tried to remind yourself that this was for Thor, whose friendship you very much enjoyed, and not for the man sitting in the chair. “I don’t know anything about your powers, and you know that. All I did was wonder -”
“A mortal not knowing something, how shocking.” Loki said, his eyes drifting up the ceiling in annoyance.
Most of the time, you believed you had a decent amount of patience. After all, you’d been Tony Stark, and the rest of the Avengers, doctor for years now, and there was nothing more stubborn than a superhero. All of them were nothing compared to the god sitting in front of you, who seemed to know how to get on your very last nerve. “You are such a prick.” You snapped, slamming your notebook down on your desk.
A smirk fell on Loki’s face, and you were sure that he was pleased with himself that he managed to get a reaction out of you. “The mortal has a bit of a bite. How refreshing.”
“Brother -” Thor said, and you could tell he was about to try and reason with him.
“Just let me take care of you!” You lashed out, heading towards him with fury in your eyes.
“I still don’t believe someone as feeble as you -”
At that moment he was cut off with a loud clunk as you grabbed his wrist and popped his shoulder back into place with a little less care and gentleness that you would have anyone else. “Ice it.” You replied, and without another word, you left the shocked man and stormed out.
Before you did though, you heard Thor let out a chuckle. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you speechless, Loki.”
Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: The time has come for Loki to tell you how he feels, and he insist on doing it right. Now he just has to hope that you feel the same way he does. Chapter Warnings: zip, zilch, zero A/N: This was a really fun chapter to write, and I’m so excited to share it. Want to tell me what you thought of it or what you think will happen next? I’d love to hear it! Updates every Friday. Happy reading, all :)
His promise to John was one Loki intended to keep. He’d gotten hardly any sleep these past few nights, trying to think of the perfect way to tell you how he truly feels. And, he had to confess, he already missed your warm mortal body snuggling up against him while slept, and waking up to your arms wrapped around him, safe and content. Well, that was all terribly off topic, and Loki refocused on the task at hand, which, in addition to figuring out his dilemma, was not burning breakfast.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was very awkward right now. Papa had stepped out for a minute, so it was just Loki and Mama. They hadn’t spoken since the confrontation in the barn, and he wasn’t sure if it was because she still hated him or felt bad about what she said. He sighed, knowing if he were to ever be with you, it would certainly hurt your relationship with your mother more. It pained his heart to think that you’d never get to meet his mother. That he’d never get to see her again, either. The thought gave him all the confidence he needed to do what he knew he must.
Note’s: I’ll add more characters later but we’re finally eating. Also not edited because we’re drunk.
Ah yes, the cocky billionaire with a complex. He is confident and sarcastic on the outside but the thought of meeting your mother make him want to piss himself. He charms your mother with his gifts and whit but your father wants to light him on fire. The “how did you meet” questions are mostly avoided by making your aunt to drunk to talk. Tony and you leave the gathering early in leu of sex at the pent house. Let’s be honest you could both due with the stress relief.
However if you don’t like your family: maybe they’re assholes, maybe they’re homophobes, oppressively religious, or some assortment of cantankerous and unsavory individuals. Tony will spend his whole night offending them. You’ll likely leave early with a host of family members so mad they could burn through metal with a glance. Thankfully you are returning to your pent house to have sex with your billionaire boyfriend.
He is a dream come true. The perfect house guest if you stay the night. He uses all the manners and social normative that make your boomer generation family members cum in their pants. It’s an overall pleasant evening where you leave late at night pressing grateful kisses to his cheek for his winning personality.
If your family is filled with douche bags. Steve’s real up front about it. Don’t go. He’s all about family but given that he made his own from the cobbled remains of the Avengers. He is not about wasting time with someone who has no loyalty to you. Enjoy your super powered Thanksgiving at the compound.
She is the hostess with mostest. Whether you love your family or hate them with a fiery passion they’re coming to her territory. She will entertain them, dazzling and sparkling with her beauty and whit. At the end of the night they leave on her terms.
Whether it’s a body bag or a complimentary taxi she ends it. At the end of it all you cuddle up on the couch her heels on the floor and enjoy each other. At the end of the day. She doesn’t care about them. It’s you she fights and dies for daily.
He is the epitome of quiet and reserved. He doesn’t say much to anyone nor does he leave much of an impression. unless they make him angry. If one family member makes one toe out of line around you. Consider hulk a guest at the dinner table. The end of the night is either demure and calm or they’re cleaning your trash talking uncle off the lawn. There’s no in-between.
Thor is a Prince and almost King of Asgard the man can handle pretty much any family situation with dignity and booze. He can bro around with your uncles or assist your aunties in the kitchen by carrying the heavy main course to the table.
All the while he keeps an eye on you. If you start to seem uncomfortable he’ll be right there a bulging bicep wrapped around your shoulder. If you want to say thank you at the end of the night for his charming personality. He won’t say no.
If you’re family is truly heinous. He’ll lift you into his arms and carry you away. No other word’s. You’ll spend the evening on Asgard new or old enjoying each others company over dessert.
Oh the things this man would do a t family gathering. He could be the most charming guest but the moment he suspects fowl play….all bets are off. Your homophobic Nana’s wig goes missing. Loki. The white supremist uncle makes an offhanded remark that makes your stomach curl. His truck is suddenly filled with snakes and coca cola in the gas tank.
Chaos. That’s what Loki excels at on the holidays.
Description: The Viking army is preparing for the sacking of Saxon fort of York. But they are outmanned and out-armed. The leader of the shield-maidens knows they won’t win without the right strategy and turns to the God of Mischief for advice. But is she prepared for the price of victory?
“We need a better plan. We need a better plan.”
You muttered the phrase over and over, justifying what felt like a ludacris idea to yourself as you snuck from your home and into the surrounding woods.
We were outnumbered and out armed. It would be the largest invasion yet, and you knew the current plan was too risky to move forward with.
But you weren’t a tactician - you were a fighter. So you decided to take things into your own hands. There would be another war meeting tonight to discuss strategies and formations. If something was going to be done, it needed to be now.
Moving quickly and doubling back on your path to ensure you weren’t followed, you slipped through the woods, gathering a dozen or so branches of pine, lashing them to your roll of furs, being careful to not take too many branches from obvious groups of trees. You gave one last glance into the woods behind you before creeping down the ravine and into the cave. The entrance was inconspicuous unless you were looking for it, hidden naturally by the surrounding rocks. The only way someone would know about it is if they had been there before.
Sunlight only partially illuminated the interior of the cave, and it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You paused, inspecting the space and breathing in the faint mustiness of the room before sliding your satchel to the ground and shrugging the roll of furs and branches from your shoulders.
The candles came first, flanking the walls, then the bed of pine branches that you laid the furs on, then the shrine set in front of that. Once the candles had been lit, you settled down on your knees in front of the shrine, taking a moment to scrutinize your handiwork.
“I must be out of my mind,” you sighed, then grabbed your flask containing the laced mead, taking a deep draught of it before beginning.
“Hear me, Loki, God of Mischief. Our armies are outnumbered. We are out-armed. We only have one chance and we don’t have the strategy to claim victory. Hear me God of mischief. Give me the wisdom to win this fight. Give us the strategies and we will dedicate the victory to you.”
You paused, barely breathing, listening to the surrounding silence of the cave.
Nothing. Biting your lip to keep from cursing, you began again.
“Hear me, Loki, God of Mischief. Our armies are outnumbered. We are out-armed. We only have one chance and we don’t have the strategy to claim victory. Hear me God of Mischief –”
The voice cut through your prayer and you whipped around, scrambling to kneel and not lose your balance and not fall into the shrine. Loki stood behind you, arms crossed. The gold of his horned crown flickered and gleamed in the light of the candles, the black of his hair and his leather blending into the darkness. His eyes seemed to faintly glow emerald as they studied you.
“Your people pray for Odin. They pray for my brother Thor. They even pray for Freyja,” he mocked. “But never me. No, I am the trickster. What could I possibly bring them except chaos and misfortune. And yet you call out to me, asking, begging for my help, mortal?”
It took you a moment to find your voice as you stared up at him. You hadn’t expected this to work. Nor were you expecting him to actually be…here.
You hesitated before answering. “We are invading England. You’re the only one who can help us.”
“But I’m not the God of War. Why don’t you pray to my brother for that?” Loki sneered, glaring at you.
“Brute force doesn’t win battles,” your voice barely hid your nerves. “We need a better strategy if we’re going to claim victory and not lose our men.”
Loki was silent for a moment.
“If, I give you what you want… What do I get in return?”
You shifted, gesturing to the offerings you had brought with you. A ceremonial axe, throwing knives, some silver and jewelry from past raids.
“All of this, and we would dedicate the victory to you.”
Loki sneered again. “You ask for my help and bring me trinkets? You’re going to need to do better than that.”
“I can get you more silver. I can arrange a sacrifice… anything you request.”
“Anything?” His voice was tinged with amusement.
You hesitated before answering, “…Yes.”
“Stand for me,” he ordered.
Carefully, you drew yourself to face him. He approached, smirking all the while, eyes sweeping over you. Raising your chin to meet his gaze, you clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms to quiet your nerves.
“And if I said I wanted you?” Loki grinned salaciously, waiting for your reaction.
A hot flush rushed to your cheeks and you bit back a squeak.
“What do you mean by that?” you played dumb, hoping it wasn’t the answer you were expecting.
“Oh don’t play coy with me, darling.” His grin widened. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Your heart was pounding through your chest. In truth, a small part of you had expected this, but you had shoved it away, hoping he would ask for a blood sacrifice instead. Or maybe more recognition in the prayers of the people. Either would have been easier. However, despite your trepidation, you were no stranger to intimacy. As an unmarried shield-maiden, you had your share of post-battle dalliances. But they were just men, while Loki was… a god. It seemed unusual he’d want to lay with a mortal.
“Well?” his voice startled you out of your thoughts. “I’m waiting.”
“But… I’m just a mortal. Why would you want me?” you cocked your head to the side, watching his expression.
Loki paused for a moment, studying you. “How about this; I give you the knowledge that you seek. After the battle, you call out to me again, win or lose. And then…”
He smirked down at you and stepped closer to whisper in your ear. “And then, darling, I will have you. Whether you like it or not.”
You bit your tongue, you knew better than to argue.
“That’s what I thought.” He purred, before stepping back and s. “Despite the fact that you are out manned and out armed, the Saxons are dimwitted creatures. I’d suggest you take a double tiered approach…”
You listened intensely, committing his words to memory as he described his tactics. He was silent for a moment after concluding his lecture. He reached out, grabbing your chin in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“I’ll be expecting you after the battle. If you do not call to me, I will make you regret it in more than one way, darling. Good luck.”
He flashed one more dark smirk before leaving as quickly as he arrived, jolting you awake.
How long were you out?
And why did it feel like there was a yearning fire deep in your core?
Shaking your head, you tried to clear the thoughts intruding on the battle plans. You had to get the information to the Jarls first.
This christmas you and the gang decided to have a secret santa. (You got Steve, the easiest option) On day X the most beautifully wrapped gift you have ever received was waiting for you under the Christmas Tree. And more than finding out what’s inside, you just want to know who your secret santa is. Looking around the friends busy with their gifts, only one piercing glance was directed at you - so your heart skipped a beat. And a wide smile meant not only that he was pleased with your reaction, but also that there were the trick with pulling out your name
A/N: It’s a story for @the-emo-asgardian writing challenge! I used the prompts: 1. A lesson in ice skating. and 17. “It’s something about this time of year that just make the world glow a little brighter, you know?”
Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)
Word count: 1770
Summary: We have read so many times about Loki teaching the Reader how to ice skate but what if this time it’t the god of mischief himself who needs help. In other words you take Loki ice skating and it resolves in, well, you will need to read it to find out <insert wink face>
“Would you be so kind and tell me where we are going?” Loki said as the two of you walked through the snow covered sidewalk.
“You wanted to know what the big deal with Christmas was, “ you replied “so I want you to have the full winter experience!” you heard Loki growl and smacked his shoulder “It will be fun I promise!”
Loki couldn’t care less about some silly midgardian tradition but you seemed to be excited. He couldn’t understand why you enjoyed this season so much. The snow was everywhere and the god of mischief knew how much you despide the cold. And yet here you were. Loki wondered if you ever were together with him, would you mind his body temperature. Would you find him disgusting and never touch him or would you accept it and love him the same way he loved you? The trickster tried to focus on the colourful lights hanging around the park but his eyes would always end up looking at your face.
[SUMMARY: You and Loki are going to engage in more kinky sex for the first time. You try really hard to come off as dominant, but Loki can obviously tell that you aren’t in the least. He plans to show you how it’s done.]
[(requested by anonymous) “Loki and his lover are going to be together for the first time and the reader is trying really really hard to come off as a dominant but Loki can obviously tell that she isn’t a dom in the least and maybe teases her about it and is like “aw, it’s so cute you think you’re a dom, now let me show you how it’s really done” obviously not those exact words but you get the idea?”]
[WORD COUNT: 1.2k]
[WARNINGS: smut, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, bondage, orgasm control, rough sex, a swat at the ass, hint of pain play, very brief temporary dom!reader]
[A/N: this was a crazy one, thats for sure! I changed it from the request slightly, but only in the sense that they have had sex before, it’s just been very vanilla (which for the record, is just as sweet and completely okay). i hope you like it!! thanks to the person who requested it! i hope i met your standards!
Loki’s shocked expression is what makes you feel so powerful. You straddle his lap, pinning him down against the bed, incredibly excited. You’ve never done this with him. The two of you have only ever engaged in more vanilla forms of sex. You’d desired to get a bit more freaky but always felt much too bashful, so you’d waited. Tonight was the night, however, and you were on top.
In all honesty, you were not a dom. In fact, you were rather submissive. This was more of an effort to impress your lover.
How you ended up with your arms pinned beside your head, perched on top of Loki, is another story.
Loki chuckles darkly, his grip on your wrists firm. You can’t wiggle out of this one, that’s for sure. “It’s cute that you think you’re dominant, darling, but let me show you how it’s really done,” He growls, flipping you onto your back.
You let out a gasp at the sheer suddenness of it all, before moaning against his lips, which are now on yours. The moment your mouth opens, letting your moan out, Loki pushes his tongue into your mouth. Holy, you think. I’m kind of glad we switched positions, after all.
You lose your shirt fairly quickly, Lokis abandoned soon after. His hands caress anything they can. Your belly, sides, rib cage, and breasts are all being touched under his gorgeous hands. His lips are on your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. All you can do is moan and try to reach out to him, only to realize that you can’t move your arms. You instinctively flick your eyes upwards to what’s constraining you, gasping when you see green tendrils of light circling your wrists and fastening you to the bed frame.
“Is that alright?” Loki has paused his ministrations and is gazing down at you, his eyebrows knit together in concern.
“I-,” You’re at a loss for words and coherent speech, you’re so aroused. It takes a moment for you to gather yourself again. “Yes,” you breathe out, “yes, Loki. This is amazing.”
Loki chuckles in response, bringing his hands to the waistband of your pants. He gives you a look, asking for your consent to remove them, and you nod eagerly, feeding his ego further. He quickly and effectively makes work of them, pulling them down and off your body, your underwear and socks coming off as well.
You instinctively close your legs, the act of someone viewing you there still making you nervous, even after you’ve slept with Loki. He growls, grabbing your ankles and forcing your legs apart. The air hitting your wet core is just as much of a shock as the way his eyes devour you. You squirm shyly, and Lokis eyes flicker up to you.
“Is there something you would like, pet?” He asks, feigning confusion. You whimper and nod in response, his eyes staring hungrily into your own. “I’m afraid I don’t speak in whimpers. You’ll have to use your words, little one. Soon,” He pauses, chuckling, “You won’t be able to.”
Your eyes widen minutely, your core clenching and growing even wetter. You almost forget Loki’s request before he lands a gentle swat on your ass.
“P-please,” You stutter out, continuing when he gives you an expectant look. “Touch me,“ You’re blushing, but Loki grins nonetheless and brings one finger up to your cunt, dragging it through your folds and through your wetness.
You let out a gasp, arching your back. The small action has your head reeling, your clit finally getting the attention it craves as Loki begins to toy with it.
“So wet,” He chuckles, slipping a long finger into you, “and so tight too.”
Your toes are curling, your moans echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom. Loki fingers you like this for a while, your juices squelching throughout the room, before pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. You groan in frustration, throwing your head back against the bed, having been right on the edge of orgasming.
You look down again when you feel something against your thigh. Gasping, your eyes widen as you see Loki’s hardened member, dripping with precum and longing to be buried inside of your snug cunt.
He leans down to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is different from the previous one you exchanged. This one is messy, your teeth knocking once or twice, tongues mingling. You’re breathless when he pulls away.
You feel the head of his cock slip through your folds and into the welcoming heat of your cunt. The stretch is exquisite, as always, and you let out a drawn-out moan as Loki bottoms out, groaning softly.
He begins fucking you at a fairly fast pace, to your surprise. It feels good. The sounds your pussy is making really confirm that. You’ve never been this wet before.
Loki’s fingers dig into your hips and you know that they’ll leave bruises, but you love it. You cry out as his cock hits that one spot inside of you, and rake your nails down his back. In response, his hips stutter and he groans.
Oh, you think. He likes that. For good measure, you do it again.
Very abruptly, Loki is pulling out and roughly throwing you onto your stomach. He grabs your hips and pulls you onto your knees, your front staying pressed against the sheets. He can reach much deeper in this position, you realize with a cry of pleasure as he slips himself back in and begins fucking you again.
His hips move harder against yours this time, setting a punishing pace. The sounds of your skin slapping together and your gasps and moans echo throughout the room. Without warning, he hits the spot that makes your body tremble again. Your legs are barely able to hold you up as Loki fucks you, your mind clouded with pleasure.
Loki leans himself over you, his chest pressing against your back, growling into your ear. “Your cunt feels like Valhalla, darling. So good for your king.” He groans.
You let out a high pitched whine, as Loki reaches his hand around you to rub your clit. “Loki—“ You gasp, “I’m— I’m—“. His fingers press more firmly against your clit, and he bites down on your shoulder.
“Cum. Cum now.”
You cum with a cry of your lover’s name, your body trembling and your cunt contracting rhythmically around Lokis cock. Shockwaves of pure pleasure spread throughout your body like a wildfire. You’ve never come this hard before, and fuck, it feels good.
Loki tenses, his thrusts growing sloppy, before groaning your name and spilling his seed inside of you. He holds onto your hip with the hand not at your clit, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he pants, slowing his thrusts as you both come down from your highs.
Loki presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder before pulling out. You collapse against the bed, exhausted and sated. A lazy smile graces your lips, and you do your best to look at Loki from your position.
He chuckles, running one hand down your back while he uses his seidr to remove the restraints from your wrists. Gently, Loki takes your wrists in his hands, massaging them to get the blood flowing again. He constantly whispers praises to you, making sure you know how well you did and how much he loves you. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, cleaning himself in the process. When he’s finished he adjusts the bedsheets and lays down, pulling you close.
“I love you, my darling.” He coos, hand stroking your back soothingly. “You were so good for me. My good, submissive girl.”
Y/n: Bad News- Thor locked his keys inside his room.
Y/n: Good News- We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Y/n: Bad News- Thor finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my tragic backstory. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress hot people.
Y/n: Good News- A hot person saw me do it.
Y/n: Bad News- It was Loki, and since he’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, he’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. He knows.
Your alarm chirped to life at 3:00 am. You hit snooze. Nine minutes later the infernal thing sounded again. You turned it off willing yourself to wake up. Your eyes slipped closed and you fell back to sleep. You were sleeping so hard that you didn’t hear your phone buzzing with a message from Steve letting you know they were downstairs. You didn’t hear the insistent ringing of the impatient man on the other end. You definitely didn’t hear the knocking then the pounding.
Loki tried to ignore the racket. When it didn’t stop he yanked his pants on and answered the door. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” he grumbled.
“What are you doing here?” Steve was already annoyed. Seeing a shirtless Loki set him off.
“I stayed the night. She’s asleep.”
“We’re supposed to be at the gym.”
“Oh yes. Training. Good luck waking her. She’s a stubborn thing.”
Steve’s jaw clenched and he headed to your room. “First door on the left” Loki called after him. He set course for the kitchen to find coffee. Sam stared at him smiling. “Did you two…make some magic together?”
Loki looked at him with only minor annoyance “Of course not. Don’t be so crude. She’s my student.”
“Do you know how much porn I’ve seen start out that way?”
“It’s much too early for this level of stupidity. This is not a locker room. I don’t think of her that way.”
Loki was lying. He did in fact think you were beautiful. He also thought you were dangerous and headstrong. Any advances he made right now would derail your training. He didn’t want to distract you for any reason. He chose to take his time to get to know you. Loki was a great many things but prudent was not one of them. When he wanted something he usually just took it. You, however, were not a prize to be won. He had to earn your trust and you his. This new lease on life was nauseating this early in the morning.
Steve cracked your door open and called your name. You didn’t stir. He opened it a little more letting enough light filter in to illuminate your face. You looked so peaceful. He almost hated to wake you. He called your name a bit louder and you whined from under the covers. The sound made the breath catch in his chest. He wasn’t making any progress so he walked over to your bed to shake your shoulder. When he did you rolled over allowing the blanket to slip down a little. You slept naked. Your entire left breast was exposed . The cool air caused your nipple to harden. He panicked and scrambled to cover you back up trying not to accidentally touch you. He tried to get out of there and stumbled over something in dark tripped and banged his knee on your desk. His cursing woke you finally.
“What the fuck?! Captain!?” You pulled the covers up to your neck and gathered it behind you so he couldn’t see anything. He squeezed his eyes closed and flipped on your light.
“I didn’t I mean I can’t see anything. We were supposed to meet downstairs fifteen minutes ago. Get dressed. We leave in five.” He practically ran out of your room. You rubbed your face getting rid of the last remnants of your slumber. You shuffled around looking for your leggings and shoes.
Steve made his way back into the kitchen. He mumbled to himself while he poured a cup of coffee. “A little heads up that she sleeps naked might have been nice.”
he said to no one in particular. Sam and Loki snorted into their cups.
“Why would I know that?” asked Loki still smiling.
“You see anything good?” Sam asked dodging the oven mitt Steve hurled at him. They all turned when they heard you walk in. “I’m ready.”
Steve tossed you a banana which hit you and tumbled to the floor. “Nice catch. We’ll add hand eye coordination to the list of skills you need to work on.” You held out your hand and the banana rose from the floor and landed in your open palm. “I’m good. Let’s get this over with.” You winked at Loki who smiled back.
You ate your banana on the way down to the gym in your building. You could feel that Steve was absolutely seething. At what though? Because Loki was in your apartment? Because you used magic? Whatever it was you decided not to make it worse. You would be a team player and do as he said. For all intents and purposes he was your boss.
Sam directed you to a row of treadmills. He set you at an easy pace while he and Steve jogged. “Do you work out a lot?” He knew the answer.
“Not really. My exercise is biking to work on occasion.”
“Ok. Let’s start out slow and, by the end of the week, we’ll get you up to a light jog.” You stumbled a little when the machine started, “Maybe a brisk walk instead?”
Steve shook his head. What the hell was Fury thinking? There was no way you could be anywhere near the line of fire. You seemed to be completely uninterested. To him you weren’t even fit for agent status. Most of those kids were ex military or CIA. They would kill to be in your position. He didn’t know why Fury liked you so much. He kept telling himself to give you a chance. At this point though you were only a liability.
“How you doing over there, Y/N?” Steve asked. Your face was flushed and you were sweating. He and Sam were just getting warmed up.
Out of breath you could barely answer, “I’m seriously out of shape.”
“Why don’t we move on to weights? I’ll give you a chance to catch your breath. Meet us by the leg press machine.” You nodded and jumped off the treadmill. You thought this was for sure how you were going to die.
Steve and Sam pushed you hard for another hour. You practically crawled back to your place. They walked you back up just in case you really did pass out.
Loki was sitting on the couch still studying the book. When you came in you collapsed next to him. “They’re going to kill me.” He chuckled at the sight of you and patted your head.
“You should eat something” offered Sam, “You have Nat next. You two are coming back with us.”
“Can I shower?”
“Quickly” Steve huffed. He mixed you a protein shake and sat at your kitchen table.
“You should tell her she’s doing a good job, Cap. Don’t be so hard on her.” Sam was trying to get Steve to settle down a little.
“No way she’s ready to do this with us in five days.”
“Give her the benefit of the doubt. She’s not a recruit. She hasn’t been training for this her whole life…”
“Sure she has. Just not physically. You have no idea how powerful she is”, Loki interrupted.
“If she’s so powerful why does she need all of this training?”
“Well, Captain, Fury wanted you all to get along so you all can keep an eye on her. I suggested the training. You are all concerned that you can’t protect her. Well you can’t. She does need to know how to fight back the traditional way. Just in case. Also, I want to wear her out to see how she performs out of sheer exhaustion. She has to know what to do if she is captured and tortured. Her powers are controlled by her emotions. What better way than to find out now before the stakes are much higher?”
Steve and Sam regarded each other. “That ought to take her down a peg.” Steve said dryly. You re-emerged from your bedroom feeling a little more like yourself. “Everyone ready to go?” Sam asked.
“Can we stop for breakfast?” you asked with your fingers crossed.
Steve gave you a smug smile and handed you your shake. “Drink up, Princess.”
You chose not to let him get to you. You looked at him directly in his eyes when you took the straw in your mouth and smiled as you took a sip. Something passed between the two of you. He couldn’t put his finger on it but he knew you would be a tough nut to crack. And, more than anything, he wanted to try.
Nat met you at the door. She shook your hand and gave a sweet smile. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” she said under her breath.
You practiced on the heavy bag. She adjusted your stance. You chatted a little. It was easy being with her. You were fast friends. You sat and tried to catch your breath for second. She tossed you a bottle of water and gestured behind you, “We’ve got company. Come on in, boys. We’re done.” Clint and Bucky made their way in carrying a chest.
“Hey, Y/N. Ready for us?”Clint grunted as he hoisted the heavy thing onto a table.
“What is all of this?”
“Knives!” Bucky with all the vigor of an eight year old. They taught you how to hold on to your weapon. You learned the best place to stab and incapacitate to escape quickly. They were both warm and fun. They made a lot of jokes. Sam joined you after a while and made you laugh the whole time. The feel of the room noticeably shifted when Steve came in. He was all business all the time. “Uh oh. Daddy’s here.” Clint murmured. You tried to stifle your laugh but failed miserably.
“Well, come on. Show me what you’ve learned. You all look so relaxed like you’re having fun. She must know everything.”
“Oh come on, Steve. Lighten up. You’re acting like we’re sending her in to diffuse a bomb.” Bucky was the only one foolish enough to stand up to him. He knew Steve wasn’t mad. He was worried. He’s very bossy when he’s worried. After what Nat saw in your apartment this was all formality to them. If Fury’s goal was to make you feel like part of the team it was working.
“Lighten up? Is this a game to you all? Come on, Princess. Show me.” He readied himself in a fighting stance. Bucky patted your back and whispered in your ear, “Go for the legs.”
“Go easy on me, Captain.”
“I’ll try. I make no promises.” You launched your attack which he countered every step of the way. He had you hitting the mat so much the backs of your arms were red and stinging. The rest of the team watched cringing the whole way. After a few rounds you were panting and sore. You hadn’t noticed that Wanda and Tony had wandered in as well.
Steve gave you a minute to collect yourself and the crew descended on you to give you a pep talk. Clint rubbed your shoulders, “Come on, champ. You can do this. You’re just nervous. All you need to do is land one good shot.” You rolled your eyes pressing down on the mat to stand.
“What are the rules here? Did Capsicle call no magick?” Tony asked. They shook their heads no and Tony clapped his hands.
“Well then show us the real you. Don’t hold back. He’s not,” he said loud enough for Steve to hear.
“Tony, if I wasn’t holding back she’d be on the floor bloody and bruised.” The sound of the door opening caught everyone’s attention. Thor and Loki strolled in and sat with everyone else.
“What’s happening? Why isn’t he on the ground begging for mercy?” Loki asked Wanda
“She hasn’t used her magick.”
“She didn’t know she could.”
“Unleash hell, pet!”
You stood up wiping your face with your shirt. You smiled back at Loki and Wanda. You tethered to them so they could pass on their enthusiasm. Nat backed away taking Clint with her. “Open the chest.”
“Just do it.” He did as she said and she took him with her to duck behind something. “What is about to happen here?” She grinned, “A massacre.”
Just as she finished speaking all the lights went out. Everyone was silent. A breeze fluttered in so light no one noticed. The sharp zing of knives being pulled from their cases filled the air. You smiled and brought your hand forward letting them fly through the dimness of the room. Steve saw them coming and ducked and smacked them out of the way. A few ripped through his shirt nicking him. You had no intention of seriously injuring him. You thought of them as warning shots. When you heard the last knife hit the floor you flipped the lights back on. Now it was Steve who was out of breath and bleeding a little.
Bucky winked at you and went to check on his friend. Everyone else gawked at you. All except for Loki who was beaming. You brushed passed everyone and went to Steve. “Are you ok, Captain?”
“Fine. I guess you’ve proven me wrong.”
“I guess I did. Sorry if I hurt you.”
“Nothing that won’t heal in a couple of hours. We need to work on your aim though.”
You felt a pang of annoyance, “My aim is fine. If I wanted to hit you you’d be bleeding and bruised on the floor.”
You pressed a clean towel to the cut on his arm. He winced at the pressure.
“How about instead of you criticizing me you say well done? That’s generally what someone says in this situation.”
He smiled his most handsome devastating smile and said, “Well done, Princess. I suppose you want lunch now.”
“Oh my lord. Yes! I’m starving.” He chuckled, “Ok. I know a really good pizza place not far from here. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll take you for a slice.”
“It’s a date.”
You started picking up the knives and Loki and Wanda helped you.
“You did well, mortal. I’m famished. Should we grab some lunch before we break off for our training?”
“Thanks, Lok. Actually Steve is buying me lunch. I guess as sort of an apology.”
You weren’t looking at Loki so you couldn’t see the flash of disappointment on his face. Wanda did and thought it might be best if you hurried along so they could talk.
“Hey, hon. Why don’t you go get changed? We’ll finish up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Have fun. We’ll see you back in a bit.” You kissed them both on the cheek and bounced out of the room.
“Want to talk about it?”
“You like her.”
Loki rolled his eyes, “No. I just like spending time with her.”
She smiled, “Because you like her.”
“Because we share similar interests and she is a good student. That’s all.”
“You can’t lie to me. I can feel what you’re feeling. So can she.”
He was quiet for a moment. Kept his eyes on the floor, “If she can feel it, why did she leave out of here like nothing? Is she so daft that she can’t see it?”
“She’s not paying attention is all.”
“Well, no matter. It’s just a lunch. I’ll get her for the rest of the evening.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, “Are you so daft that you didn’t feel what passed between the two of them? Because I did. You should tell her before it’s too late.”
“It’s not like I’m in love with the girl, Wanda. It’ll pass.” They finished packing up and met the rest of the team in the kitchen. Loki thought about you the whole time. Thought about what he was going to do to you later. He guessed you would hate him after today.
Steve met you downstairs looking like he was actually dressed for a date. You immediately felt under dressed in your ripped jeans and a tshirt. You had on no make up and your hair was in a messy bun.
“Wow. You look nice. I feel woefully underdressed.”
“No. You look great. It’s just pizza.”
“You should tell yourself that.” Steve had on a blue button up and a pair of jeans that look like they were sewn onto his body they fit so well. He held the door for you and let you pick the music in the car. Even though this place was an absolute dive he pulled out your chair like you were eating at a five star restaurant. He told you to order whatever you wanted but you deferred to him instead since it was his favorite place.
Joe’s Pizza smelled like grease. The red lacquered vinyl cracked under your weight revealing some stuffing poking out of the seat. They still served sodas in too large styrofoam cups and used paper plates. The slices were big and thin just like New Yorkers liked it. He said the place was near by but it happened to be in Brooklyn. You guessed this was his comfort zone.
“So. Where are you from originally?”
“Up around the Catskills. We had a big house with lots of acreage. We were a twelve member coven. More like a big family.”
“Where they now?”
“Dead.” You said it without missing a beat. “This is amazing pizza by the way.”
“Yep. A demon wiped everyone out. I’m the only survivor.”
His eyes widened, “A demon?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you sometime. Right now though I have to get back. Lunch break is over. Loki hates to be kept waiting.”
He paid the check and you refilled your drinks. He was pretty quiet while you walked back to the car.
“I’m not sure I like this little team up with Loki.”
“Still don’t trust him?”
He scoffed, “He took out most of mid town. Hard to trust a guy like that.”
“Do you think that’s the worst thing he’s done in thirteen hundred years? Please. I’m sure he’s crushed whole planets.”
“That doesn’t make me like him. Speaking of like, what’s going on with you two?”
You blushed so hard your ears felt hot. “It’s not like that. I mean yeah he is super charming and handsome as hell. I’m not sure that would work out between us.”
“Do you want it to?” he said searchingly.
“Honestly all of this is happening so fast
I haven’t even thought about it.”
“But he spends the night?”
“In my spare bedroom and only because all of you are mean to him. Plus, with that demon still under control of the family who sent it, it’s not a bad idea for me to have some back up. Why are you asking me about Loki, Steve?”
“Just asking. All of that is good to know. Good back pocket information.” You narrowed your eyes at him and stayed quiet for the rest of the trip. If you were talking too much you couldn’t get a sense of his emotions. Now that you were focused you could feel that he kind of liked you. You kind of liked him too.
y'all seemed to like these, so i decided i may as well do some more! here’s some more dating loki headcanons i have
he loves to tuck his head in the crook of your neck, just because. he does it all the time when the two of you cuddle. he especially loves it when you run your hand through his hair while he does that. he pretty much melts then and there, especially if it’s after he’s had a really stressful, tiring day
sometimes, he likes to do that and then start kissing along your neck, travelling up your jaw, and trailing to your lips
this usually leads to some long makeout sessions
loki loves doing your favourite things with you. whether it be watching your favourite movies, listening to your favourite music, reading you your favourite books, or any hobby you may enjoy. even if he isn’t really a fan, he still loves seeing your beautiful face light up as you both bond over something together.
at least once, he will take you to an asgardian ball. he wants to have you spoiled by the servants, fawned over by his mother, dressed up in beautiful asgardian garb (in his colours, of course) and then dance the night away with you
if you ever feel even the slightest bit insecure about yourself, this man will gladly sing ballads to you about your beauty. he will spend the whole night listing all the reasons why you deserve the absolute world (and you do, take his word for it).
be prepared to be his muse. you’ll find poetic love letters handwritten to you on yellowing parchment in his smooth, cursive writing. he’ll write poems about your beauty in his private journals, describing how he adores you and the ground you walk on, how he would do anything for you, and maybe a couple more intimate poems too. if he’s in the right mood, he’ll gladly paint you.
For @tom-hlover hope you like it.. Sorry it’s not longer.
Warning: mention of blood, fluff. And I really don’t know what else to add
Loki x reader
Loki had finally made it back from a exceedingly long mission. He was over due for a long hot shower. Let along a good scrub down from whatever was left from the battle. He had sustained some minor injury. With a heavy sigh as the jet shook and bounced as it landed he was finally back. He hadn’t even stepped off the jet when his phone went off with a messages from you.
Y/n: Something or someone is in my house!!
Loki didn’t even say anything as the green light was all that was left from where he had stood.
“To be honest, I’m surprised it took him this long to go to y/n.” Bucky smirked as he looked over to Steve.
“Hey now leave the love sick reindeer alone. He could have met someone less pleasing to the eye.” Tony stated as he walked off the jet.
“Yes, lady y/n is a fine Maiden, she is. She will bare my brother lots of heirs.” Thor proudly interjected. A goofy grin plastered on his face.
“Oh please don’t say that I’m not ready for tiny antlers with magical powers running around the compound. I don’t think my heart could take it.” Tony gasped at the thought.
“I think y/n is a nice girl. She is great for Mister loki. She isn’t an Alien or superhuman.” Peter piped in.
“Ay she is very suited for my brother, something he needs.” Thor patted the kid on the should as he walked by.
You where huddle in your room that was just off to the side from the front door. The noise that sounded like it was coming from the basement had you freaked out. If it weren’t for the fact that before loki left a week ago that you were being victimized by someone looking for a scoop. They had found out that the former villain now Avenger was dating a mortal girl. You would have just told yourself it was an old house. But even after loki took care of the problem, it still felt as though you were being stocked.
With unbelievable loud squeak, you manage to jumped far enough to land yourself ass first on the floor when green mist suddenly appeared in front of the bed. You where not used to seeing much of Loki’s magic he normally didn’t need to use it around you. It was a nice retrieve for him.
If it weren’t for the fact you were scared, Loki would have chuckle finding it cute he startled you. “Darling it’s all right I’m here. No nothing is in your home love.”
“A-are you sure?” You stuttered out. Watching Loki make his way towards you. Cautiously like you were a skittish kitten.
“Yes. I am sure I ma…” Loki was cut off when your body practically launched itself against his own. Causing the god to almost fall backwards. Your head buried into the crook of his neck. As you arms and leg death griped around his lean muscular form.
Loki held his breath trying hard not to wince in pain. He now reminded of the bruise that he had sustained from a blow to his midsection. He didn’t want to seem weak around you. Not when you were in this state. You were to precious and fragile to him. No matter how much you can handle. But all mortals where this to him. He would never tell you this of course.
“You missed me that much you had to create some elaborate demon to get me in your bed?” Loki teased kissing the top of your head.
You scoffed at the god as you looked into those blueish green eyes of his. “If I wanted you in my bed I would have just sent you something not at all safe for work.” You kissed him lightly.
“Now pet you know….” Loki started to say.
“Is that blood?” You gasped, as you went to touch his cheek.
Loki grab ahold of your hand before to could touch him. “No.” Loki kissed your hand nipping the ends of each finger. You cleared your throat in annoyance. “I’m fine darling.”
“Don’t tell me your fine.” You huffed. “I can see the blood.”
“My apologies love you had a foul demon that needed to be slayed.” Loki pulled your arm behind your back tugging you back a bit to give him better access to your neck.
“Loki.” You tried to argue but moaned out his name instead, as he made quick work nibbling and sucking along your neck hitting each and every spot you enjoy the most.
“Mmm. Music to my ears.” Loki hummed against your skin. Letting your hands free.
You pushed against your boyfriend. Causing a low grunts. You grabbed ahold of his chin making him look at you. “Your lucky you got hear when you did.” You teased.
“Mmm, and why’s that little dove?” Loki inquired.
“You may have had to share me with that foul demon.” You kissed him softly before get off of him. “Now go take a shower.” You stood pulling him off the bed.
“Just remember this little pet! You’re mine. I don’t share.” Loki growled deep practically animalistic. He practically throw you over his shoulder.
“Loki what are you doing? Your man handling me.” You giggle, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp.
“Oh I’ll show you man handling. Before you could question you felt his hand harshly smacked at your backside. Making you yalp. "There will be more of that once I have you naked and in that small shower of yours.”