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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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I have you || Chapter 2 || 18+ ||

A/N: well, shall we just dive right in?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, romantic smut

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Days passed and slowly, Loki was settling into his place on the Hliðskjálf in Odin’s place. He had talked with the dwarves of Nidavellir and, though begrudgingly, they had agreed to assist Asgard in a war against Jötunheim if it came to that.

On a peaceful Friday morning, Loki was sitting on his balcony overlooking all of Asgard and when he looked down over the railing, he saw that many houses and grand buildings no longer held Odin’s sigil, they held his. The symbol of Loki. A farce. He was not an Odinson, not a legitimate King but they didn’t know that. They only knew him as Loki Odinson and that is how it shall stay until Thor returns and Loki can step down from the throne.

Joining him at his side, you looked over the golden city with a happy smile on your face. You held Loki’s hand and rested your head on his shoulder. “We have news from Lady Eir,” you whispered, frowning when Loki tensed up with anticipation, “Odin seems to be slipping into a normal Odinsleep now. He should still remain asleep for at least a decade, but Frigga has every faith that you can hold the fort until the King does wake up.”

“And what of Thor?” Loki asked, “has Serenity spoken to you about anything different with my brother?”

“He’s…managing.” you replied and Loki scowled, knowing how Thor could possibly be reacting to becoming a simple mortal now, “he has made a few allies, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis and Doctor Jane Foster. He seems to be taking a liking to the doctor, but she does not appreciate how ill-mannered he is.”

Loki snorted and looked to the blue of the sky with a smirk, “no, Thor has never been one for politeness on Midgard. When we went down in the 18th Century, we barely made it out alive.”

“That is the problem with Thor, he doesn’t learn other world’s customs. He only assumes they are the same as Asgard’s and is really cocky when he is corrected, that is probably why Odin sent him down there, to teach him manners.” As you were speaking, Loki observed his soulmate’s face and grinned, he had never been agreed with before. You were the first one in millennia that saw him for him and that also agreed with how he saw Thor, it was overwhelming sometimes.

Loki led you down to the private gardens reserved only for Queen Frigga and Loki; it had not been used in ages since Queen Frigga had been planning Thor’s coronation and then had been by Odin’s side after he fell into the Odinsleep. Sitting down in the long grass, Loki admired his soulmate and how beautiful you had become over the last century. You had grown into yourself, had become more powerful and much more knowledgeable about the world around you. You were a bright girl and challenged Loki in everything he knew from magic to simple tasks such as riding a horse.

As you sat down, Loki helped you by gently holding your hand and smiling at you and when you were comfortable, he conjured up a picnic blanket and basket, snorting when you slapped him on the arm, “you couldn’t have conjured that blanket up before?!”

With a shrug, Loki opened the picnic basket and started to eat a sandwich while watching you, “I wanted a reaction and I got it.” He finished his sandwich and barely swallowed it when you growled and pushed him down onto the blanket, holding his tunic in your hand.

“You really are a trickster, my King, why do I trust you so?” you whispered and Loki chuckled before leaning up and his hand found your cheek.

“Because you are mine as I am yours, I’d never lie to you, sweet girl,” Loki mumbled, staring deep into your eyes and he noted with a fond look that they seemed to glow with love and pride when he announced his love to you.

You hummed and quickly leaned down, kissing him deeply, feeling him groan and kiss back as you grinned into the kiss, cupping his cheek and pushing yourself against him.

You gasped as he pulled back to nip at your ear, his hands tenderly brushing down your sides as he rolled his hips against yours, his soft pants blowing against your face as you took him in with a bright smile. He already looked so much better like this, so free from his duties as he kissed you and lifted your clothes from your body.

You moaned as your dress was thrown to some forgotten spot, his lips coming in contact with the softness of your breasts, kissing and suckling on your nipples, enjoying the sight of you writhing and moaning beneath him. The God bit your nipple gently, earning a desperate moan from your mouth as he smirked.

"You look so stunning, my love," he whispered, admiration clear in his tone as he stared down at your body on the picnic blanket, "the only snack I could possibly need."

You smirked and spread your legs, your arms reaching up and folding beneath your head as you displayed yourself for him, "so, explore me, my King."

"Oh, darling," he growled, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin with a grin on his face that set a fire roaring in your core, "I intend to."

You released a surprised cry when Loki's mouth descended on your aching cunt and you groaned as you held his slicked-back hair, your head pressing into the blanket as you moaned, your eyebrows scrunched in the perfect portrait of pleasure. Loki watched your reactions with a grin before focusing on your clit and bringing you pleasure. He flicked your clit with his tongue as two of his fingers slipped into your awaiting heat and he chuckled when you hissed and your back arched.

Your King knew his way around you, knew just how to make you cum with such grace.

Electric rose through your body and your eyes rolled as you hummed with pleasure, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rode his face through your orgasm. Smiling shyly at him, you rested against the mattress and sighed happily.

"I missed you," you whispered and Loki smiled as he pulled away from your sensitive cunt to press a kiss to your lips. You moaned at the taste of your cunt on his tongue as he kissed you and you pushed your hips against his with a whine.

Laughing, Loki knew what you wanted and he finally threw away his pants to show you his straining cock and your mouth watered at the sight. Meeting your eyes, the God raised an eyebrow with a small smile of concern, "are you sure that you want this? We could always stop, darling."

You shook your head quickly and reached up to cup his cheek, "no, Loki, I want you. I want you so bad. You ruined me for all men!"

Loki smirked at that and lined his cock up with your entrance before slowly pushing in and moaning at the feeling of your tight cunt gripping him tightly. "Oh Norns, you feel amazing," Loki whispered, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out and he bit into your neck as he started to thrust shallowly into you.

Keenly, you wrapped your legs around his hips and released a deep moan as you felt him sink deeper into you. Holding him close to you, you felt him start to thrust harder into you and you moaned as your fingers found his blonde curls again, "Loki! Oh, L-Loki!"

Smirking, Loki continued to make love to you and he pulled away from your neck to sit up on his knees. He pulled one of your legs up to wrap over his shoulder and you screamed with pleasure as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you forever, no memory of the throne, no memory of his responsibility, just you and him forever combined in the dramatic throes of pleasure.

You moaned loudly, your hand rising up to cup your mouth but the God swatted it away before you could even think.

Loki leaned over you as he felt his release getting near, his brows rising as he chased his pleasure, his thrusts becoming harder and more calculated as he repeatedly struck the spot inside you that brought you to the stars and he watched as you screamed and fell apart on his cock, his orgasm hitting him only seconds later.

"Norns, pet," the God sighed, cupping your cheek and smiling at you, "I love you."

You smiled tiredly and kissed his cheek before whispering, "I love you too, Loki."

After a while, you sat back up and took out a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses, “it’s been matured for 10 years, the finest of Alfheim according to their Princess.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less of Alfheim, to be fair, they always come out with the best of everything and I always find myself so impressed,” Loki hummed, leaning into the blanket as you laid your head on his chest and used your seiðr to be able to drink on a side without the wine spilling.

The two spent hours in the garden together before a guard came over to Loki and informed him of Thor’s imprisonment by S.H.I.E.L.D and Loki almost raged. How dare they lock away his brother! But then he stopped and realised that he could visit him, no one else could but him so he did. He stood in front of the Hliðskjálf and projected himself to the S.H.I.E.L.D base around Mjolnir and watched as the man left Thor alone and only then, did he become visible.

“Thor,” Loki spoke first, watching Thor’s head snap up immediately and he almost smiled at him before realising his mission.

“Loki,” Thor greeted, recognition gleaming in his eyes as he looked at his brother with slight relief, “what are you doing here? Is something happening on Asgard? Is mother alright”

“Mother is well, brother, but father is not. He has fallen into the Odinsleep and mother fears he will ne’er wake again. Lady Eir is trying her best but he has been holding this off for so long that…” Loki trailed off, knowing that Thor got the memo.

“And has mother taken his place?” Thor questioned even though he knew the answer already.

Loki sighed and walked closer to Thor, conjuring a wet cloth to wipe away the blood and grime from his elder brother’s face, “the burden of the throne has fallen on my shoulders, Thor, it was very last second and not many agree I deserve it but I am trying. I am trying to rule as father does, but Lady Sif and the Warriors do not trust.”

“That’s absurd, Loki, they are your friends, they trust you!” Thor shot back quickly, and Loki flinched, hoping Thor didn’t see but he knew that he did.

“They were never my friends, Thor, they only stayed around me because I was your brother. If you had gone away, they would’ve gone with you and not stayed with me. That’s how it’s been for millennia,” Loki replied quietly and observed his brother, finishing his task of cleaning the wounds and mud.

Thor gave pause and analysed every interaction between Loki and his friends, and he realised that they had really only tolerated him because of Thor. Thor shook his head and got on his knees before Loki and wrapped his arms around him, hiding his face in his neck and heaving out a sob, “forgive me, lillebroren min. I have been a terrible brother and I could never atone for it! For what it’s worth… you’d be a great King, Loki, better than me by far.”

“Do not say such things, Thor, you are to be crowned and not me. You prepared all your life and I only learnt diplomacy through books,” Loki mumbled, still shocked from the contact of the hug and he fought back tears.

Thor chuckled sadly and shook his head, embracing Loki tighter and sniffling, “no, Loki, I never listened in my lessons with father. The only lessons I listened to were the ways to use Mjolnir and how to use the Bifrost, anything else was lost to me. You would be a much better King, Loki.”

“You cannot come home, Thor. No matter your sugar-coating, your banishment will keep the peace between Laufey and Asgard long enough for us to come to an agreement.” Loki mumbled, thinking that that is the only reason why Thor is now considering him as his little brother after three centuries of feeling detached from that connection.

“Then please forgive me for my actions, brother, you have saved me from a dark spot more than once and I have disregarded you time after time,” Thor mumbled and Loki froze, not knowing how to process his words, “please do not self-destruct when I am here. I will come home, and you will be my equal, when I am worthy.”

Loki chuckled softly and kissed his forehead before getting up and heading to the other end of the interrogation room, “I shall send General Tyr to collect you if things should go south.”

“Dear brother, I will always respect you. Sister, brother, neither, you are Loki, my sibling.”

Loki nodded and waved goodbye to his brother before he disappeared and reappeared outside beside Mjolnir, it hummed and he reached out a hand to grasp the handle so when he did so and tugged, he wasn’t surprised to find that the hammer would not be lifted by him. Of course, Odin hated him with a passion. A Jötun could never wield Mjolnir, not even the false Prince of Asgard.

Sighing, Loki reappeared in the throne room and you looked up from your book on Hliðskjálf, smiling at him before realising he was crying and you rushed over to him, “dear Prince, what happened on your visit to Thor? Did he threaten you? Must I go down to Earth and split his skull?”

Loki laughed breathily and held his soulmate close to him, running his fingers through your hair, “’twas not my brother's fault I’m crying, he just made me so very happy. He still accepts me after all these years of him wanting me to know my place. ‘twas just an adjustment, that’s all.”

You laughed softly and tenderly held his cheek, pulling his face down so you could see into his eyes, “even after all these years, you still fascinate me. With your magic, with your being, it’s incredible! You’re king and yet you took the time to visit your brother even if it meant facing Odin’s wrath!”

Loki chuckled and held his soulmate close to him as he gazed down into your eyes with such adoration that you were sure that he would drop dead before ever seeing them brimming with pain or heartbreak. You knew deep down that the person Loki seemed to be to everyone else was merely a shield so that none could see the sensitive boy underneath.

“Odin has no claim of what I do, darling, he is in Odinsleep and I am King. Not only that but I am also not his son. Lest you forget that little fact,” Loki hummed as he swayed his beloved and enjoyed the ambiance of the fire crackling in the torches around the room.

You sighed and looked up at Loki, holding his chin to bring him down so he can look at you properly rather than staring at your hair, “yes, your real father is King Laufey of Jötunheim but what of it? Jötunheim was once a contestant for beauty with Asgard. Come, I shall show you.” With that, you led Loki out of the doors to the throne room and through a quick trip with the Bifrost, guided him into your private study in your castle, “mother gave me access to all these documents after her death. All of the history is within these tombs.”

Glancing around the room, Loki was thrilled to finally have new things to learn and when he walked over to a bookcase and opened one of the seemingly new tombs, he found the language inside to be written in Ancient Moonish. His mother had taught him the language with Thor but neither of the boys had truly listened to the old language, “the tales of Yvelda and Nine. What an absurd name for a book. What is it about, my darling?”

Giggling, you stepped up and pointed to a portrait of a woman dressed in a simple gown with an emerald ring on her finger staring them down from her place above the bookshelf, “that is our great-great-grandmother Yvelda. She was Queen of the Moon while Jötunheim was still a prospering society. She wrote this book to celebrate the life of the Nine after a threat to the Yggdrasil was vanquished. She wrote about all of the Nine in a lot of detail but her chapters on Jötunheim and Asgard are by far the longest. Her studies of the two realms consumed most of her time and once our great-grandmother Serina was born, she set about making her second journal. She adapted the Moonish language into that of a language similar to Alfheim.”

Loki listened attentively and nodded his understanding before chuckling, “you have a grand history, my love.”

“It is not the reason I brought you here, the history of Jötunheim is hidden in these books as well. Laufey’s father entrusted Serina with many of their tombs to keep them safe.” you explained and for once, Loki felt admiration for a Jötun. He had not once considered such a thing but now that he saw it, he felt compelled to read every single thing in this room.

Once safely back on Asgard, Loki sighed and sat back in his chambers and thought everything over. Had he been too quick to judge Laufey and his troops? Did Laufey miss his child? Would Laufey want him back when he realised who he was? Would Laufey call out treachery and have Loki executed for betraying Jötnar customs? Loki was terrified. Why couldn’t things be simple?

Another few days passed and after a rather trying talk with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three about rescuing Thor, Loki slumped down onto her bed and cuddled up to her lover. She was fed up with all this trouble, she didn’t want to be King anymore. It took too much time away from you and your perfection, your love, how could Loki live without it?

She knew that the Warriors intended to betray her and honestly? She expected it. She just didn’t know if they would try to twist the truth so Thor would be on their side and not Loki’s. After her talk with Thor, Loki felt much more accepted and loved than she had felt since he became self-aware many centuries ago. She had once had a time where she was presenting as a female and Odin had cut off her long hair and burned it in her fireplace to keep her aware that she was always meant to be Loki prince of Asgard. Never Princess. Always Prince. Thor had accepted her, even then, changing his pronouns constantly by even looking at Loki for even a brief moment.

Thor’s banishment had changed a lot for the young princess, now that she thought of it. She had instantly taken his place as first in line for the throne and perhaps twenty minutes later, she found out that she was Jötun and after that, Odin had sunken into the deepest Odinsleep so now she was King. Queen Loki Odindottir. It sounded perfect, a name she had always told herself would happen one day. Either for her on Asgard or side by side with her beloved on the Moon. Still, one day she believed herself worthy to sit on a throne. Now, Princess Loki Laufeydottir? Out of the question. She would not accept such a horrendous name. She was not Jötnar, she was Aesir and she would be Queen. She had to be.

“I said this once before, Loki, do not let those thoughts consume you,” Loki flinched in surprise and when she turned, she saw you standing at the foot of the bed with a frown on your face, “your thoughts are dangerous when left to fester.”

Loki chuckled and rested her head on her arms, gazing up at her beloved from the angle on the bed, “hello to you too, beloved.”

You sighed and sat on the bed beside Loki, taking one of her hands and kissing the black nails there, “tell me what you think so deeply of, my love, share your pain with me.”

And so, Loki spoke. She spoke of her troubles, her fears, her insecurities and expressed her concern for Thor on Midgard. She told you everything that had happened on Jötunheim with such detail, you might as well have been there.

The night consisted of tears, hugs and many reassuring hugs between the both of them as they reconnected after so long of Loki filling herself with her hatred and remorse. She did not know why she had bottled this all up, but you were there for her anyway. You did not mind.

That night, Loki guided you into the bedroom and laid you down on the blankets, watching as your eyes flooded with love and understanding. You smiled as Loki cradled your cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, her body pressing against your own as you both sighed happily at the contact.

"Let me show you just how well I can pleasure you," Loki whispered, nipping at your ear and pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

You nodded eagerly and in the next moment, her deft fingers slid into your awaiting heat and curled just right to hit that good spot inside you that her cock constantly found. You swore and rolled your head back in bliss, unable to fight against the demands of your body.

Loki mouthed at your nipple as her thumb connected to your clit and began circling it in calculated motions that brought you the utmost pleasure. As the Queen of Asgard continued to smother you, you felt as if you were floating, your legs wrapped around her hourglass waist and your eyes bravely attempting to keep contact with her own beautiful emerald eyes.

You reached forward and cupped Loki's breast, squeezing gently and smiling as she gasped. The woman had long since ceased producing milk after the loss of her son but you remembered the days when you would sit, fascinated by the art of breastfeeding though you loathed to admit it.

The electric pulse that shot through you took you by surprise and you stared at your Queen in shock, a loud moan escaping your mouth as you rolled your head back. "Loki," you sighed peacefully, rolling your hips so that her fingers would cause more friction inside you, "let me cum."

Loki hummed and leaned down to kiss you, the pace of her thrusting fingers increasing and her magic providing you with another electric pulse, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "Let me see you cum," she commanded, her lips ghosting against the skin of your cheek, "I need to see you fall apart for your Queen."

You moaned loudly as your orgasm hit. You swore to the Norns that you were ruined, that Loki could never be replaced. You never wanted anyone else but Loki, your sweet, handsome, protective Loki!

Panting heavily, you pulled Loki down into a gentle kiss and whined as her fingers pulled out of you. Loki shushed you gently, turning you onto your side and cuddling you as she whispered sweet nothings to you until the Realm of sleep took you back.

In the afternoon of the next day, Loki stood on the balcony and watched as the Bifrost was opened despite his clear demand to Heimdall and he turned on his heel and stormed down to the vaults, Gungnir tight in his grasp, his cloak billowing out behind him and he nodded at all those who stopped to bow and show appreciation. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry. Many knew that.

Walking down the hall of the vault, Loki forced himself not to think of the horror that had occurred here between Odin and himself. He stood before the pedestal that once held the Casket and banged Gungnir on the floor. The sound echoed around the room and then, the barrier at the back opened up to reveal the Destroyer. When the monster stood forward, he glared up at it and smirked, “see to it that the Warriors Four do not make it back. Do not harm Prince Thor.”

With a nod, the Destroyer disappeared, Loki felt weak. Although he had given the direct order, he was petrified that the destroyer would in some way harm Thor while doing its duty.

Loki now shook his head and walked away from the chamber, heading up to the meeting floor. Marching inside, the participants instantly shut up and turned to face their King. Sitting at the head of the table, Loki allowed to give off an air of relaxation to keep peace between his council.

“How does Jötunheim fare?” Loki asked after moments of silence, irritation clear in his voice. He worried about Laufey, he was a calculating man, he might figure out his secret and then he would have no leverage.

“They are… how do you say? Calculating?” Vor replied and Loki nodded, pressing on the God of Wisdom. “My King, they seem to be arranging for the return of a lost Prince. They talk of Loptr, their infant heir that was supposed to die. Laufey is very stressed as he plans.”

Loki nodded in understanding and looked over to General Tyr with a raised eyebrow, “how fares the army?”

Tyr looked over to Loki and placed his hand over his heart as he gazed down at the table beneath Loki’s painted fingers, “The armies are ready on your command, my King, should Laufey invade or make an attempt on your life, the Einherjar will be there to save you.”

Loki nodded and then turned to Lord Magni, God of Strength and for him, he produced a golden sword and held it out. Lord Magni took the blade effortlessly and looked at Loki in confusion and the young King only spoke, “you shall need it, leading the charge.”

“And what of Prince Thor, King Loki?” A voice from down the table and when heads turned, Loki gazed down at Serenity. Her hair was pulled back into braids that broke away into a high ponytail, her dress was a simple gold with white stars expertly placed around the gown. She looked like the picture of a Goddess.

“Goddess of Earth. We are glad that you visit our table this day,” Loki greeted and stood to bow to his friend. He had known Serenity as long as he had known you and he was glad to call her a friend. Again, he met her eyes and smiled, “Prince Thor is in your care still, my lady, he shall not be allowed back until the terms of his banishment have been met.”

Serenity nodded and out of her hands came an illusion of Thor with two women and an older-looking fellow, “the Prince has made friends, he settles quite quickly into Midgardian life. He is in pain, though, and he wishes to be home. He has not been away from you this long before, my King. He suffers.”

Loki nodded in understanding and held back his tears as he looked at the illusion before wafting it away and looking at Serenity, “you are Queen and protector of Midgard and those that live there. I know you shall protect my brother for King Odin’s sake and his own. Please, he is still my brother.”

Serenity nodded and lent back in her seat, satisfied. Loki sighed in relief and returned to the meeting.

Hours later, the meeting ended on notes of War and moves against Laufey and his Jötnar. Loki was about to head up to bed when a gentle hand took his shoulder and when he turned, he saw Serenity smiling up at him, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this, my Queen?”

“I wish to walk with the King of Asgard for a while, ‘tis all.” Serenity smiled and Loki nodded, offering her his arm before walking down the golden halls with her. They passed a portrait of Loki with her and you and when Serenity stopped, Loki did too. “Do you remember this?”

“I do,” Loki replied, looking up at your happy smile and he found himself smiling back, “it was the day that I came back from one of my trips to Vanaheim. Y/N had missed me so much and she demanded she had a memorial of me when I disappeared. We had this done in her honour. My dear girl.”

Serenity watched Loki with a careful glare, her brow raised curiously before she pointed a dagger at his throat and she smirked when Loki didn’t even gulp, “you hurt her and I kill you, Odinson. There won’t be a realm outside or on the Yggdrasil that you can hide. She is my everything. Hurt her and I kill you, I promise.”

“Please do. If I betray her, you may kill me.” Loki smiled at Serenity and shook his head fondly before kissing her forehead and stepping away from the dagger, "god natt, lillesøster.”

Serenity watched him walk away and sighed deeply, she saw the tensions in his eyes just as you did. She saw just how much pain he was in even when trying to joke it off. She loved Loki as a brother, saw him go through the same things as you did. She protected his son for him, even though he had no idea. She would do it again and again. You were happy with him and Serenity wanted that happiness to last so she would keep protecting them. She just needed to make sure Odin didn’t interrupt this time.

That night was difficult for Loki; plagued with nightmares and knowing she couldn’t sleep any longer, she got up and changed into a nightdress, heading into her private library just down the corridor. When she walked in, she saw Frigga sat there with a book in her hand and Loki froze in place for a moment before speaking up, “mother?”

“My daughter, you came.” Frigga mumbled, holding her hand out for Loki to take and when he did, she pulled her down into a hug and cherished this moment with her.

“Mother, why are you here so late at night? Why are you away from Odin?” Loki asked, sitting beside her mother and frowning.

Frigga heaved a sigh and held Loki’s hand tight in her grip, “I think you should visit Jötunheim.”

Silence. Ringing silence. No one said anything for a long while. Loki stared at Frigga in surprise before schooling her features and glaring. “Why?”

“Because you are Laufey’s child…” Frigga mumbled and her thumb stroked over Loki’s silky hands gently, “because I know that deep down, Laufey misses his first born so much. You know it too.”

“I am King, mother. I cannot simply just up and leave to Jötunheim at full haste.” Loki snapped and Frigga nodded with understanding before Loki sighed, “when father wakes and is ready to take Hliðskjálf back, I shall take Y/N and we shall venture into Jötunheim.”

Frigga nodded again and pulled Loki into a tight hug, kissing her hair and running her nails through the long ebony locks, “you’ve grown from this, Loki. You’re no longer the shadow. When people talk of you, they will talk of how you saved Asgard from war and how you helped many.”

Loki laughed blankly and shook her head, “I helped no one, mother. Why would a Jotun help anyone?”

Frigga shushed her and laid down in the sofa with Loki on top of her, stroking her hands down her back, “You are our son, Loki, you helped me live. Odin too. You saved Thor so many times. You aren’t the villain you say you are.”

The comfort that Loki felt in those words only lasted a few hours for when he was sat atop Hliðskjálf early that morning, he connected with the Destroyer long enough to see a fight commence between the Warriors and it. Loki panicked and looked around for Thor but found that he wasn’t around and so he assisted the Destroyer in trying to take down the Warriors but in the process, he sent cars flying and indirectly revealed Thor’s hiding place.

“LOKI!” called a voice from Midgard that Loki heard through the Destroyer, “Brother I know you can hear this. I do not know what I did to wrong you after our talk, but this has to stop. You must let us all come home. I’m truly sorry for what happened.”

Loki listened to his brother and turned to walk the Destroyer away but in doing so, unwillingly gave up control and the Destroyer stopped and turned back, hitting Thor across the little town and the throne room rattled at Loki’s scream of horror when he saw Thor collide with the ground.

Loki turned again, dragging his feet to sit upon Hliðskjálf. He’d hit Thor. Sent him flying. He was surely dead. He ordered the Destroyer to come back and that’s when it happened. Through the Destroyer, he felt rumbling and then a lightning flash. Thor was alive. He was restored. Loki cried with joy and cut the connection with the destroyer to walk down to Odin’s rooms.

Arriving there, Loki held his mother and smiled into her neck, “Thor is coming home, mother! He’s home!”

As Loki and Frigga expressed their relief, they laughed and thanked the Gods for saving Thor. For getting him back. It was a miracle.

Loki heard the doors to the chambers open and he turned to greet his brother but all he saw in the blue eyes were hatred and confusion. Did Thor think he did that purposefully?

“Loki tell mother. Tell mother how you tried to kill me just now.” Thor growled and Loki’s heart sank.

He was alone in his mind now; Thor didn’t trust him. Who would? Dark King, after all.

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kneeling-before-loki · 2 years

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Tall, Dark, and Morally Grey

Pairing: loki x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is, well, an avid reader and has a penchant for ~*spicy*~ books with tall, dark-haired morally grey romantic leads, much like your Avengers teammate Loki. Antics ensue one afternoon when you’re questioned about your choice of books.

Tropes: pining, fluff, idiots in love, oblivious reader, pet names in another language, friends to lovers, smut

Warnings: embarrassment, bit of swearing, flirting, fluff, smut (kissing, biting, fingering [f receiving], penetration [f receiving], barrier-free sex), 18+ (Minors DNI)

W/C: 4900

A/N: This is my first fic in a long, long time. My first on this account. I couldn’t get this thought out of my head and I needed to put it to paper, so to speak. Hope you all enjoy!

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It was a slow day for the Avengers and you were glad for the break. It had been a long, hard month full of mission after mission, without much down time and you could feel it wearing on you. So, after the team got in late last night and you were informed that there wasn’t another mission on the docket, you were happy to find yourself with a day off.

Having just woke up, you rolled over to check the time and found that you had slept in quite late, and had surely missed breakfast with the team. That’s alright, you thought. It just means that I can have a meal in peace.

You got out of bed and padded across your quarters in the Avengers compound to have a relaxing shower and get dressed for the day in some of your casual wear. You opted for a loose pair of linen pants and a crop top, something light and breezy that you could lounge in while catching up on some reading. You grabbed the book you were currently working on, A Court of Mist and Fury, and headed to the kitchen to grab yourself something for breakfast. As you rounded the corner, you could hear that the team was nearby, carrying on. So much for that peaceful meal, you whined to yourself.

“Ah, look who finally decided to join the land of the living!” Tony said as you came into view. “We were gonna send someone to make sure you were still breathing. Glad to see we don’t need to now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You replied dismissively as you passed your teammates at the table, heading to the kitchen to grab some fruit and a coffee. “It’s not my fault that you’ve been running us into the ground. I needed to catch up on my sleep. Maybe if this wasn’t our first day off in over a month, I would have been able to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the crack of dawn.”

“Hey, don’t blame me Y/N! That’s all Fury’s fault. I know that everyone thinks I call the shots around here, and for the most part I do.” At this, there were a few groans and snickers from your teammates. Ignoring everyone’s reactions, Tony pressed on, “But, there are a few decisions that go above me. So, if you want to blame someone for our month of hell, blame Fury.”

You rolled your eyes as you returned to the table with an apple, an orange, and a full cup of hot coffee, placing your book next to your meal. You sat between Natasha and Loki, the two people on your team who you were closest with. “Whatever, Tony.” You began peeling your orange. “So, what is everyone planning to get up to on this lovely day?”

As everyone started chatting about what they were planning on doing, you began eating your orange. You glanced at Natasha and saw her eyeing your book and you felt a blush begin to creep onto your cheeks. You weren’t embarrassed that your book was, in parts, just filthy smut, but you weren’t keen to talk about it in front of everyone. So, you casually slid the book off and under the table while sipping your coffee, and used your magic to vanish it back into your room. You felt Natasha’s eyes on you, but refused to meet her gaze. You turned to your other side and struck up a conversation with Loki. “I’m planning on spending most of the day reading, if you’d like to join me?”

It had become a comfortable tradition between you and the trickster to sit near one another while you both enjoyed some reading. Often in the library at the compound, but sometimes in the living room if people weren’t using it to watch TV or play games or chat. You were the first of the team to accept him and not treat him like a villain, and that began with the two of you reading near each other most evenings that you were at the compound. Even after everyone else had started to warm up to him, it was something that you both continued to do.

Loki’s greenish blue eyes met yours and you saw a smile appear on his face. “Yes, I think that would be a lovely way to spend our day off, elska.”

You smiled at the term of endearment. You weren’t sure what it meant exactly, and when you asked Loki he merely said that it was an Old Norse word for someone that you were close with. You chose to believe him and didn’t look up the meaning or go to Thor to ask for further information. A foundation of your friendship was that you took what he said at face value, trusting him long before anyone else on the team trusted him, and you weren’t going to change that now.

“Great! I don’t think anyone else will be in the living room, did you want to curl up there to read, or would you prefer the library?”

“The living room should do just fine. I believe Barton, Romanoff, Rogers, and Thor will be training today. Stark and Banner said they’d be spending the day in the lab, testing out some things they have been working on. Which means you and I should have the run of the place. Who knows what kind of trouble we’ll get up to?” Loki winked at you and you felt your face heat with blush. If he noticed your blushing, he didn’t indicate it, as he got out of his chair and excused himself to retire to the living room.

Before you could get up to follow after him, Nat poked your ribs and asked “What was that about? I thought you said you two were just friends?”

So someone else had noticed his wink. “We are just friends. He’s being friendly. Friends can wink at each other.”

“I was talking about his comment about you two getting up to trouble. But now that you mention it, that combined with the wink makes it extra flirty.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat. Our friendship is playful. It was nothing more than that.”

Nat held her hands up. “Fine, fine. All I’m saying is, from an outside perspective, that looked an awful lot like flirting.”

“Well, it wasn’t.” You crossed your arms. You wished it was flirting. While you enjoyed and were grateful for the friendship you had with Loki, you would be lying if you said that you didn’t hold feelings for the mischievous god. Truthfully, from the first time you met him you thought he was possibly the most handsome man you had ever met. And while you were glad for his companionship, the more time you had spent with him the more your feelings for him had grown. For a long time now, you realised you were pining after the man who was probably your closest friend in the world. You spent many nights imagining how it would feel to have him next to you in your bed. You made yourself squirm and whimper almost every night at the thought of how he would touch you, kiss you, bury himself in you. You had truly fallen for Loki, but would never admit it to anyone.

It didn’t help your imagination that your favourite flavour of books was romance, and your favourite type of book boyfriends were tall, dark-haired, morally grey men with “touch her and die” energy. Every flirting, kissing, or sex scene in the books you read were imagined in your mind’s eye with Loki as the romantic lead and you as the object of his affection. You were really great at torturing yourself, you had come to find out.

You gave Nat a final scowl, which she returned with a mostly apologetic look, as you gathered your food scraps and empty coffee cup. After you cleaned up your food mess and wished everyone luck on their undertakings for the day, you walked into the living room to find Loki stretched out with a book on one of the couches. The couch he knew was your favourite.

“You’re in my spot, Loki.”

He looked up at you with a look of false innocence. “Am I? I wasn’t aware there were assigned seating arrangements in here.” His innocent face gave way to a smirk that made your stomach flip.

“Well, I mean, not officially. But I like that couch, and I think you know that.”

“Really? Well, I would move for you, but I’ve gotten so comfortable. I see why you like this spot. Maybe we can share this couch today?” He sat up a bit, and patted the spot next to him.

You hesitated. This was weirdly forward of him. While the two of you were incredibly close, you weren’t the kind of friends that cuddled together. You would sit next to each other while watching movies, but even then, you didn’t even lean on each other. “This better not be about that trouble you mentioned earlier,” you said as you sat down, trying to keep some distance between you.

“Oh Y/N, when we get up to some trouble, you’ll know without question.”

You looked over at him and though his gaze had returned to his book, he was smirking wildly. Why is he acting so weird today? You couldn’t think of a good reason for why he was being so forward. And you didn’t want to admit that Natasha might have been right, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d even think Loki was flirting with you. It was impossible, of course, but it certainly felt like flirting.

You gave your head a little shake to clear your thoughts and magically summoned your book from your room. You settled into the couch, leaning into the arm of the piece of furniture, while you dove into your book.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while you both read, and you lost track of time. You were getting to an especially juicy part of the book, where the characters were finally confessing their feelings for one another and you had a feeling that there was going to be some good spice in the coming chapter. You were so engrossed in your book, blushing all the while, that you didn’t notice the rest of the team come into the living room. It wasn’t until your book was being taken from your hands that you realised you weren’t alone with Loki anymore.

“What are you reading that has you turning the same shade of red as my suit?” Tony asked as he took your book from your hands, turning it around so he could read some of the pages you had been reading just a moment before.

“None of your business, Tinman!” You yelled as you got up and dove for the book, failing to collect it as Tony held it higher than you could reach.

“Oh, someone sounds embarrassed! It must be juicy.” Tony continued to keep the book out of your grasp, while trying to read some of it so he could better tease you over it.

“Cut it out, Tony. Give Y/N her book back.” Steve said. “You’re being mean.”

“If she didn’t want us to know what she’s reading, she shouldn’t be reading it in the shared spaces of the compound.” Tony had you there. You really should’ve just stayed in your room to read today. You were quickly coming to regret every decision you have made so far today.

“I think I’ve heard of that series, Tony” Natasha chimed in from a chair across the room. You shot her a death stare, hoping to get her to stop before you burned up from embarrassment.

“Oh? Well, please tell us what this book is about, since I can’t hold this still long enough to read any of it.” Tony tried to swing the book out of your range again, but you were faster this time and managed to grab it out of his hands. “It’s nothing. It’s just a fantasy series about fae. It’s silly. Nat doesn’t need to tell you about it.” You said quickly, hoping that everyone would drop the topic now.

“That sounds very interesting, Lady Y/N. Please, Lady Natasha, tell us more about this series. I might wish to read it myself.” Thor spoke up.

The others egged her on, Bruce asking if it was a high or dark fantasy, Clint asking if there were any good battle scenes. Even Steve was beginning to seem curious.

Natasha made eye contact with you as you gave her a pleading look. She smirked back. “You know, I only know a bit about it. What Y/N said is true, it is a fantasy series about fae. But, isn’t there a romantic subplot that’s kind of a big deal to the main plot?”

You were sure your face was on fire, which is weird since you felt frozen where you stood.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that the romantic lead is important.” Natasha continued. “Rhysand is his name, right?”

Shit. Natasha must have read the books before, or probably just looked up information about it earlier after she saw the book on the table this morning. Well, she hasn’t described what he looks like yet. Maybe she won’t.

“Really? And what does this romantic lead look like?” Tony probed, smirking all the while, clearly trying to get under your skin. “Is he roguishly handsome like me?”

You couldn’t help but scoff at that. “Tony, not only is Rhysand not roguishly handsome, I wouldn’t call you that either.” You said as you found your voice again.

Tony gripped his chest, pretending to be grievously injured. “You wound me, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, heading back to your spot on the couch, book still in hand, hoping that this conversation was over with now that they’ve all had their fun.

“Well, if he is not as handsome as a rogue, what does he look like elska?” You turned toward the trickster sitting next to you, who was smirking deviously at you now.

You panicked internally. You couldn’t describe what the character you had just been blushing over looked like. He looked like him, and you couldn’t admit that. “You know, the author isn’t very descriptive. She doesn’t really describe what he looks like very clearly at all,” you tried to lie.

“Well that sounds like a load of bull,” Tony responded. “JARVIS, how is Rhysand described in this book?”

“Rhysand is the main romantic interest in the ACOTAR series and the mate of the main character Feyre. He is described as being tall, having black hair, and often described by fans as being morally grey. He is also known for being fiercely protective of Feyre and having a tragic familial history.” You heard the AI report in its chipper British accent.

I’m going to kill that computer, you thought as your face heated back up with a blush stronger than you had felt before.

“Huh. Kinda sounds like Loki.” Natasha said knowingly, smirk still plastered to her face.

“The fanart I’ve found online of Rhysand does share a likeness with Loki, Agent Romanoff.” JARVIS rattled out.

You saw in your periphery that Loki was staring at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place, but you didn’t think it could be good. Shit. I’ve ruined everything. “Well, this round of teasing me has been fun but I think I’m going to go to my room now and never leave,” you said as you got up with your book. You felt Loki’s hand grab for your wrist, but you shook him off, wanting to leave before the tears you felt pricking your eyes fall. You heard him getting off the couch and walking after you. You didn’t want him to see how affected you were, so you teleported to your room. You locked your door with a flick of your wrist and put up some magic barriers.

In a fit of anger, you threw your book across the room and let yourself sob, feeling your embarrassment and frustration fully now.

“Come now, elska, I don’t think your book deserved to be treated like that.”

Whipping around, you found Loki leaning against your still locked door. You tried to quickly and discreetly wipe your eyes dry. “How did you get in?”

“Darling, as talented as you are with your magic, don’t forget that I am the God of Mischief. My magic can take me almost anywhere.”

Darling? That’s new. “You know, when someone locks their door and puts up a magical barrier, it’s generally not regarded as a welcome sign.”

Loki shrugged as he pushed off the door, and crossed the room to where your book landed. He bent and picked it up, casually leafing through the pages. “I’m sorry for what transpired out there, for what it’s worth. I didn’t mean to push you like that.” He seemed to purposefully keep his eyes on the book’s pages, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s fine,” You lied. “I was just done with being made fun of and wanted some alone time.”

“Again, darling, I am also the God of Lies. You can’t really lie to me and have me not know.”

You stood there, unsure of what to say. “I was… I felt embarrassed.”

“Why is that?” He closed the book and looked up to meet your gaze.

“I don’t want to say.”

“Oh, but I think you do. I think you want to tell me that you felt embarrassed that you’re reading a romance book about a character that looks like me. I think that embarrasses you because you assume that I don’t care for you the same way you care for me.” He put the book down on your bedside table and began to slowly close the distance between you.

Your mouth fell open a little. Am I really that obvious? Why would he continue to be my friend if he knew how deeply I cared for him?

Loki was only a few strides away now. You began to back up a step for each step he took forward.

“Y/N, do you remember what I told you elska means?”

“Yes, it’s a term of endearment for someone you’re close with.”

Loki smiled a little. “Well, that’s not quite what I told you. I told you it was a word saved for someone that you care about. But even that isn’t fully truthful.” Your back hit the wall behind you, and Loki continued to move forward toward you. There was nowhere to go to escape this embarrassment. Clearly it had been a derisive term this whole time.

Loki had reached you at last, and caged you in with his arms on either side of you. “You see, while I had my suspicions before today, I wasn’t fully certain that my feelings for you were reciprocated. So when the term escaped my mouth without meaning it to, all those months ago, I had to cover my tracks. Elska isn’t just meant for someone you care about. It is meant for someone you care for. Roughly translated, it means ‘my love’ or ‘my dear’. It isn’t just a term of endearment, it’s a pet name shared between lovers.”

You stared up into Loki’s eyes, feeling at a loss for words. This must be a dream. I fell asleep upset about what happened and this is the way my brain is helping me cope with it.

A silence settled between you as Loki waited for you to say something. But you really didn’t know what to say.

“Darling? Please, say something.”

More silence as you stared at him.

“I really hope I didn’t misread the situation. If I am just a friend to you, that’s alright. As long as you’re in my life I know that the sun shines on me. But I would like you to say something. Any indication of what’s going on in your pretty head.” Loki had begun to look concerned at this point with how silent you had become. He cupped your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, and searched your eyes for any indication of what you might be thinking.

“This is either a dream or a joke. I really hope it’s a dream, because I don’t think my heart could handle it if this is a joke.” You closed your eyes, in equal measure to avoid his gaze and to attempt to wake up.

“Y/N, this is neither a dream nor jest. I promise you that this is real.”

You opened your eyes and connected with Loki’s gaze once more. “This is really happening?”

Loki nodded and brought his face closer to yours. “Yes. I fell for you the first week we knew each other. I have thought of you every day and every night since.”

You pushed forward and connected your lips with Loki’s in a kiss. He moved his hands to your back and you threw your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in his raven locks. You opened your mouth to him and he deepened the kiss, chasing your tongue with his.

His hands moved to your hips with a bruising touch, and he pushed you against the wall, grinding his hips into you. You could feel his hardness pressing against his pants, against your stomach, and you gasped. Loki retreated a few inches and looked at you. “Is this what you want?”

You nodded. “Yes, I want you. I have wanted you for months. You have no idea the fantasies of you I’ve crafted during my nights alone.”

Loki smiled at you coyly. “I think you’ll find that the thoughts of you I have languished in are a match to your fantasies.”

You grinned back at him and pulled him closer again into a searing kiss. He wrapped his arms around your back once more. You felt his hands trace the curve of your ass, and when he reached the top of your legs he lifted you and pressed you against the wall, opening your legs to him. You wrapped your legs around his middle and ground down on his clothed length. His groan vibrated through the kiss you still shared and tightened a coil within your centre. You could feel your wetness already beginning to gather and you were becoming desperate for him. All this time and you had both felt the same way. All this time and you could have been doing this all along. You had lost time to make up for.

“Loki, please. I need more,” you begged, your voice sounding breathier and needier than it ever has.

“What do you need, darling?” He asked in between the kisses he was laying against your neck, your earlobes, your shoulders. When he spoke, you could feel his breath against your skin and it sent shivers cascading down your back. “Tell me what you need from me.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please, Loki, fuck me.”

“Of course, my darling. All you ever had to do was ask.” You could feel him smile against your neck as he answered you. He nipped your earlobe and you let out a small groan. He carried you to the bed and laid you down on the bed. “How desperately do you want my cock?”

“Very desperately,” you practically whimpered.

“Very well. Know that in the future, I will savour removing each piece of clothing you wear, and will lavish you with pleasure, but for the sake of our mutual desperation this day, this will suffice.” In a shimmer of green, both of your clothes were gone and you were suddenly laid bare before him. “Oh, darling. You are ravishing.” His eyes raked down your frame, lingering on your breasts, your nipples hardened in arousal. When his eyes drew down to your glistening folds he licked his lips and grinned wide. “My dear, you are utterly soaked for me. I see now just how desperate you are. I will have to remedy your need at once.”

Loki knelt between your legs and you took in his naked form. He was muscular in a way that made his body flow like liquid. Your eyes travelled down his front and you saw his cock there, standing hard for you. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

He brought his hand to your core and teased your entrance, moving your wetness around. You sighed out a moan and pushed your hips up in an attempt to take in his fingers, but he removed his hand when you did. Bringing it up to his lips, he licked your juices off of him and he groaned as he did. “You taste so good, my love.” Seeing him enjoy your taste made you clench around nothing and you hated how empty you felt.

“Loki, please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Oh Y/N, I wouldn’t dream of it. But, I need to make sure you’re prepared for me first.” He brought his hand back down to where you needed him the most and he began to move his dampened fingers against your clit in slow, agonising circles. You moaned out his name as your pleasure began to build. He rubbed his thumb against your wetness and moved it to circle your clit, while his fingers ran up and down your entrance. “Where do you want my fingers, Y/N?”

“Inside me! Please, Loki, fuck me with your fingers,” you practically begged. He happily obliged your request and you felt his fingers enter you, slowly, so slowly. He pumped his fingers inside of you, while his thumb continued to circle your clit in increasingly fast circles. You moaned and cried out as you felt that coil in your centre tighten. “Yes, Loki, don’t stop. I’m going to come. Don’t stop!” You cried out as you came on Loki’s fingers. You tightened around his digits and you heard him growl in response.

He slowly eased his fingers out of your pussy and brought his hand up for you both to see. It was completely drenched in your juices. “Fuck, Y/N, you are a vision.” He lowered the hand he had just been using on you and began pumping himself with it, spreading your wetness over his length. “Do you think you’re ready for me, my darling?”

You were still a bit dazed from your orgasm, but you were definitely ready to feel his cock inside you. “Yes. Fill me with your cock, Loki, please.”

“It would be my pleasure, elska,” he breathed as he lined up his cock to your pussy. He began to slowly enter you and you stretched deliciously to accommodate him. When you were finally flush together, you relished the feeling of being full with him.

He began to pump in and out of you, taking a slow, languid pace. You wrapped your legs around him once more, and he leaned down to kiss you deeply, groaning into your mouth as his pace began to increase. “Y/N, you are wrapped so tightly around my cock. You feel so good.” He groaned around the words, having difficulty speaking clearly in the moment.

“You fill me up so well, Loki. I love how you feel inside me.” You leaned up and kissed him deeply, bringing your hands up to his shoulders. “Fuck me hard, Loki, please. I want to come around your hard cock.”

With your words barely past your lips, Loki picked up his speed and thrust into you hard, gripping your hip with one hand, and moving the other to circle your clit. He massaged the small bundle of nerves like he did earlier, while keeping a hard pace with his cock inside you. “Come on my cock, Y/N. I want to feel you come undone while you’re wrapped around me so tightly.”

With his words edging you closer to another orgasm, you gripped his arms and cried out as you came on his hard cock, tightening around him further. Loki swore and brought his forehead to rest on yours. He picked up speed and groaned loudly. “I’m going to come, Y/N. I’m going to cum in your tight pussy. Fuck!” His movements became sloppy and he bit down on your neck, while you felt him release inside you.

His movements slowed and came to a stop, and he released your neck from his teeth. He kissed where he had bitten you and kissed a line up to your lips and ravished your mouth with a deep kiss. You kissed him back just as deeply, threading your fingers through his hair.

You were filled with ecstasy and blissfully dazed. You played with Loki’s soft hair as he eased out of you. He laid down next to you, pulling you in to lay on his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He drew circles around your shoulder with his fingers and you hummed your satisfaction.

“I have a question for you, elska.” Loki stated, with a smile in his voice.

“Hmm?” You murmured. “What is it?”

As a smirk crept in his voice and with a bit of laughter, he asked “How do I compare to your book boyfriend now?”

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years

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Tom Hiddleston & more,

X reader fics.

Loki Laufeyson

The devil’s dagger The one time Loki found someone who was worth loving, and then they got taken from him. 5k. Smut.

The disguise of another’s love *Discontinued*

Part one Tom is casted in “Only lovers left alive” and filming in Hamburg, Germany. Luckily, they allowed him to take you. His wonderful girlfriend. What a time to spend life in paradise..until it wasn’t. 3k. No smut.

Part two 4k. No smut.

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agent-tempest · 1 year

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My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]

Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

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revenge-of-the-assbutt · 9 months

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Hi, I'm Assbutt! My pronouns are he/him, and I'm an aspiring law student currently working as an intern at a law firm. If you know me irl and I didnt give you this url, please leave my blog right now. I block w*ncesties, bigots, and transphobes on sight.

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Overflow blog is @assbutt-squared

Writing/creativity blog is @assbutt-writes

Blogs I manage: @ask-castiel and @goodomensdiscoursebot

I also manage @tva-loki-laufeyson, but I'm not that active on there

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This blog is NSFW at times.

Blog rules

No w*ncesties

Be nice

No terfs

No bigotry period

I'm currently taking requests via asks. The fandoms I write for are Supernatural, Marvel (comics and MCU), Our Flag Means Death, Castle, 9-1-1, House MD, Psych, Malevolent Podcast, The Magnus Archives, Hermitcraft, Life Series, and Good Omens. My main ships are Destiel, Spideypool, Frostiron, Caskett, Buddie, Tevan, Hilson, Jmart, Private Eyes, and Ineffable Husbands.

List of general rules for what I will and won't write below the break

Things I will do

Fluff

Angst

Major Character Death

Any of the above listed fandoms

XReader

Non-fanfic

Things I might do (depending on prompt)

Continuations

Other fandoms

Smut (extremely depends on the prompt, ship, fandom, and how I'm feeling that day. No guarantees at all)

Things I won't do

Anything that's Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Anything else that makes me uncomfortable

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nyxlaufeyson · 11 months

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Coming Out

Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: None, but could be read as Loki x reader, or just general friendship. Works perfect either way, it's not the focus and there's no romantic mention other than "love," but I think platonic love is valid.

Type: Pride Fluff!

Wordcount: 519

TW: None

Synopsis: You come out to the team. (And so does Loki). Also there is no specific labeling of the reader, so you can imagine it as it fits your identity. So like there is no gender or orientation-specific mentions of the reader. You can be bi, gay, lesbian, trans, and still read this and fit it to your liking in your head.

A/N: This one takes up the "coming out" block of my Pride Month special! I do hope you like this one. I didn't feel the need to make it centered on romance, so just some Marvel coming out fluff. (Again, could be read as an established relationship OR friendship).

To leave a request, feel free to comment anywhere or inbox me

This was it. This was the day you were going to announce to the team your sexual identity.

You weren’t worried that they wouldn’t accept you, as you couldn’t imagine any of them to be homophobic, but that didn’t make you any less nervous.

You walked into the common areas of the tower, seeing most of everyone lounging around and immersed in their own conversations and affairs.

You cleared your throat, and most of the team stopped their conversations and looked up at you, expectantly.

Most of them.

“Tony! Peter!” You shouted, the two of them looking over to you, surprised.

“Sorry, I was just trying to explain this movie to Mr. Stark.” Peter said, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Of course you were.”

You turned your attention to the whole of the room, taking a deep breath. “I have an announcement to make.”

You hesitated for a moment before telling them, mustering all your courage as you explained to them what you were and what that meant.

The room was quiet for a moment, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was a bad idea. You thought to yourself, biting your lip.

“That’s awesome!” Wanda said, walking over to you and giving you a hug. Natasha followed, smirking at you. “Pretty sure everyone knew you were fruity somehow. After all, we live with you.”

You laughed, appreciating their support. The rest of the team voiced their support, all of them happy for you.

“You know, I’m what Midguardians call bisexual.” Loki confessed as you took a spot next to him on the couch. “And gender-fluid.” He said, and you smiled. “That’s awesome.”

Loki chuckled, standing up. “And the best part about that is-” Loki said, green magic flashing over them as their form changed to a more feminine form. “I can just do this whenever I want”

Loki did a little twirl and your jaw dropped as you took in her features. “Oh my god you're beautiful! Not that you're not usually beautiful, of course.”

“Of course.” She said, winking at you as she sat back down with you on the couch.

Most of the team was utterly surprised with Loki’s transformation, but Thor looked indifferent. “Loki used to switch forms all the time in Asgard, especially when it would help them get out of trouble.” Thor said, cracking a smile.

“I remember this one time when we were children, Loki ran in and caused a scene with her horse. She let the horse lose and ran back out, and then a few minutes later, the Loki everyone knew showed up. Nobody had recognized Loki in their female form, so they got away with it.”

Loki chuckled, remembering that banquet night. “Later on Mother did realize it was me. Though, she never did tell Odin.”

“Well, I still love you no matter the form you take.” You said, and Loki gave you her signature grin. “Even if I was a worm?” She asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“I should have never taught you about social media.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

Tag list (Sorry if you guys don't want to be tagged for the Pride stuff, please just lmk and I can remove you for the non- xreader pride stuff. Lmk if you want to be added/removed!!!): @anukulee @mischief-dream @iceeericeee

Also yay I posted twice in a row- woah.

#fanfic #lgbtq marvel #marvel fanfic #genfic #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #avengers #marvel #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq+#pride #write with pride

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ireblongstuff · 2 years

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Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

Updated 12.27.22

Fluff

Whoops by @melmalone

Freezing by @asgardwinter

Imagine playing in the snow with Loki by @myriadimagines

Thor finding out Loki took you, a superpowered teen in (P) by @moonlit-imagines

Being Loki’s and Thor’s kind but naive little sister by @melmalone

Being Loki’s best friend by @myriadimagines

Imagine being Loki’s daughter who is best friends with a human (P) by @myriadimagines

Baking with Loki (hc) by @kimoralov3

Imagine Hela laughing when she finds out that Loki has a crush on you by @myriadimagines

How they say I love you without saying I love you by @kimoralov3

Love by @rosaline-black

“I do Care” by @fictonalsimpybish

Imagine Valkyrie and Loki fighting over your bounty by @kaitbishop

Angst with a happy ending

Loki and Sylvie being jealous could include by @raincoffeeandfandoms

Accidental revelation by @revengingbarnes

Perfect Places by @umbrae-in-nive

Angst

Loki having a crush on you despite being Natasha’s s/o by @randominagines

Loki with a s/o that has a chronic illness by @marvelousluci

Imagine arguing with your older brother Loki after saving him from the avengers (P) by @druiigg

The Decision by @lokiprompts

A Sister’s power by @ynscrazylife

Imagine Hela threatening you Odin’s youngest (P) by @druiigg

Watch you die by @justauthoring

Let me go by @officialheroesofolympus

Imagine Hela taking a liking to you, so she kidnaps you and Loki looking for you by @myriadimagines

Lost by @magicchai

My dear by @xreader-writing

Fools by @revengingbarnesfics

Loki Laufeyson Angst Alphabet by @multifandommix

Seeing You Cry by @luvghostie

Imagine arguing with Loki after saving him from the avengers by @kaitbishop

Series

Valentines Special: Love and Flowers by @make-me-imagine

#loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader #Mcu #Mcu x reader #loki odinson #Loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson imagine

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years

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Fandom content Info:

If you have any agere content you'd like to see, hit up my inbox and I'll write a little blurb for you :)

What fandoms do I write for?

(Starred fandoms are open during limited requests.)

Marvel (I specialize with Loki, but I'll write for most character/franchises)* (Loki or Mainline Avengers⭐)

Parks and Recreation ⭐

Good Omens ⭐

Bee and Puppycat

What We Do In The Shadows⭐

Our Flag Means Death⭐

Abbot Elementary⭐

Ghosts UK ⭐and US

Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (I haven't finished season 5)

Community⭐

30 Rock

M*A*S*H

Futurama

Adventure Time

Transformers (Original Series)⭐

Steven Universe

Animaniacs

Monk ⭐

(*To an extent*) Better Call Saul (and CG!Jessie Breaking Bad)

(*To an extent*) It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia⭐

*Note: it has been brought to my attention how BIG the Marvel Cinematic Universe really is and the fact that I have missed MOST of the tv shows. Please be patient about: Daredevil, Punisher, Agents of Shield, She Hulk, Moongirl & Devil Dinosaur, Werewolf by Night, and Moon Knight while I catch up.

If it's not on the list, shoot over a DM or ask and I'll see what I can do.

What content am I willing to write?

agere content (please specify if you're requesting physical regression)

non-agere content

Violence (It will be properly tagged and warned for.)

Whump, angst, and hurt/comfort

Xreaders

Shipping/romance (not used while a character is regressed, otherwise underage, etc. Keep it legal, keep it ethical.)

Fluff!

AUs

Chapters for preexisting fics!

No real people. (No bands, YouTubers, or actors)

(If you have a writing prompt which is nsfw please go to my main blog @goatmilksoda and I'll answer it there. I'd like to keep this blog sfw)

All pieces of writing uploaded on here will also be uploaded to AO3. If you don't want this, or don't want your username in the notes, please note that in your request.

Ongoing fics and AO3:

Also I write on AO3! You can find my work under the name goatmilksoda (just like my main blog)

Here are my main fics:

Nothing In The Parenting Books Prepared Me For This: my longest running fic, It's >200k words of cute regressor!Loki and flip!Sylvie with (usually) caregiver!Mobius fluff.

All The Lessons I Never Learned: a modern New York AU about permaregressed preschooler!Thor coming from Norway to live with Loki, who hardly knows him. As they adjust, they meet little!Sylvie and caregiver!Mobius who help guide them through some everyday challenges.

Lets Get This Over With: Post-season 1, Loki is pushed through the portal into a version of Asgard where Littles are common and everyone expects him to be the royal baby.

If you'd prefer to access my fics via Tumblr here are the masterposts for three: All The Lessons I Never Learned, Nothing in the Parenting Books, The New Little. [NOTE: as of February 2nd 2023, Tumblr accessible updates will cease. All new chapters are exclusively uploaded on AO3]

#fandom agere #marvel agere #agere fanfic #sfw agere #agere blog #sfw little blog #loki agere #fluff #agere writing #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #info post #🎠chatter

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years

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Burdened With Glorious Jealousy

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Navigation

Summary: whilst watching the finale of Loki, you cannot help but feel jealous from viewing the chemistry between your partner and the actress of Sylvie

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader, mentions of Loki x Sylvie

Warnings: jealousy, angst, fluff, some spoilers for Loki, crying, envy

There was an unspoken chemistry on the scene that was reeling upon the television, Tom was seated next to you, watching the efforts of his acting and directing unfold. It had been a long time coming for Loki to get the recognition that he deserved with a project that prioritised the fan favourite character on the big screen, and finally after much labour it had arrived for the viewers to consume, you included. And to say that you were proud of your partner and his career was an understatement, you had never felt more elated for somebody that you cared for than in this moment. It was an occasion that dabbled your tastes in mere sips of elegant wine - the finale! Everything had been building up to this, and finally the oncoming villain that was taking Thanos' mantle as the worst big bad was revealed, though the version of the conquerer himself to be revealed. A rousing blossom grew in your chest as you watched the god of mischief creep closer to his timeline counterpart and forge his lips upon hers like he was taming a dying star.

Granted Sylvie kicked Loki away so that she could carry out her benevolent deed that she had been striving towards, but the pit of bleak assortment remained within your stomach, as though it were a dog growling at a beast that it did not like. Slowly, with moments so tender the episode made its way to the closing point, the return of Loki and Sylvie lingering in the air, however not as you had expected. You had surely thought you'd be eager to see the two mischievous characters on screen together again as soon as possible, but rather than that excitement dousing your reaction, a part of you was glad that it had ended there and that you'd have to wait some time until their troublesome presences returned. Tom turned to you and placed both of your hardly touched glasses down upon the coffee table, a grin on his face that could only be matched with the comparison of a child entering a candy store, free to pick whatever they wanted. The actor instead of wanting to choose something to dance with flavour on his tongue was earnestly wishing to hear your reaction on all of his hard work.

He was aware that him being away to film the project had prickled you with dire symptoms of loneliness, and that you'd constantly keep in touch with him via any methods possible to stow away that feeling, and he had been glad that you had done so, but watching your face continuing to stare at the blackened screen reminded him of those difficult times in the past. There was no doubt that your mind was running to its own accord and betraying the acceptance of peace that it hungered for; the dull and distant expression that you carried was one that Tom had witnessed before and took it upon himself as your partner to restore your viewpoint to one of no worries. And if it was his duty to confront and comfort you on it again then so be it, he'd continue to do so for eternity if it meant that he would keep you by his side for the rest of your lives. "Darling." Like the cracking of a warm fire his voice spoke, bringing a glow of content to your skin even though you remained in peril from your own deceiving thoughts.

"The show was amazing Tom, as I knew it would be." The tone of your voice masked the truth of your emotions, it was no doubt that you meant each word that you had said, though your perspective of Loki was now no longer Tom's priority. Instead he needed to be aware of the fort your mind had built that kept your confidence imprisoned, and more importantly how to remove each brick so that he could give you your freedom. "I am so proud of you honey, you have exceeded my expectations once again, if this weren't reality and one that I was happy to live in, I'd expect that you were Loki himself wanting to trick me into believing into the multiverse." If Tom were oblivious then he would think your soft laughter was one of true amusement to your own joke, but he knew you too well. Far too well... It was all an act, but he was the actor and could tell when your efforts were in play, and as he leant closer you could feel your own heart beat in your pulse. He was onto you, you knew it from the speculative look in his blue ocean eyes that were dimes of success into your soul.

"As interesting as that would be, I would rather talk about the way your gorgeous face is emoting the one thing that you should never have to feel dear." His soft hands reached gently up to cup your face, your cheeks withering fearfully from the fearfulness that got closure from the contact that your boyfriend gave to you. "I can tell what you're feeling beautiful, and may I add that you have no reason to feel this way, however I understand and will not demean you for such a thing. You know that you're the most important woman in the world to me, and everything that you saw on that screen was nothing more than me doing my job; acting. That kiss meant nought to me, whilst there is not a single part of me that considers you less than everything. So please don't pretend that you feel fine my love, be aware that no matter the circumstances that you can confide in me for anything." The sentences of support that he spoke to you coerced you into blinking back the heartfelt glaze that covered your eyes, perhaps he was correct, and that it was no bother to express how you were feeling, and so you allowed your mouth to run with the temptation that stirred within your gut.

"But she's so beautiful, how can you not feel something towards her whether that be lust or love?" You said in reference to his costar Sophie, being envious of her outstanding talent to portray a comic character in a live action version of the counterpart that was designed on paper and the beauty that she doubtlessly had. Any woman was bound to feel jealous from her presence alone, more so when their significant other was their love interest in a show. If he so much as wanted Tom could simply kick you away as though you were nothing more than muck on his shoe, and there would be nothing that you could possibly do about it. However he remained beside you, deep lines invading the smooth texture of his skin as anger burned in his form; was it his fault that you felt so susceptible to various insecurities where you would do nothing to help yourself and choose instead to compare you to other woman? Some fault laid on him for he had not done enough to convince you that you didn't need to be more than you already were, and more importantly that he didn't want you to be.

"I have said it before and I'll say it again; because I have you, and you are all that I need. There is no other soul on this earth that matches mine so tenderly, I feel as though I have failed to make you feel loved and secure in the body that you are in. And you should understand that this is how we aligned, with both our bodies colliding, being scorned by scorching coffee. That was my destiny, my purpose, that one accident set into play the future that I had always dreamed of - with you, the woman of my dreams." At the end of his speech, you were lightly shaking from how deep his emotions for you ran, in every syllable that he spoke Tom was right. You still had a scar of the burn mark somewhere on your body and whenever you looked at it it caused you to smile from the memory.

"You're right. I'm sorry." The jealousy that you had felt started to fade as though it was a character from the marvel universe turning to dust, realisation dawned on you that Sophie was only doing her job in the role that she was cast, and in the real universe Tom was doing the same by being with you. Happily. Anger resonated from within you for yourself, but it soon started to dissipate as Tom, your gentle lover, reached to clasp your slightly shaking hands with his own, leaning towards you so that you could breathe in the natural musk that conjured his scent to be one of comfort. "I shouldn't be putting you through this every time that I see you on television with another woman-"

"Y/n, stop." He consoled you from running your mouth on matters that had no importance to him, he was willing to go through this time and time again if it meant that he was continuously giving you the clarity that you needed to remain affirmed with the belief that you indeed were good enough and would be for the rest of your lives together. "Love, it is okay my darling. We all feel let down occasionally, and it is one of the things that makes you human, and may I add that I do plan to marry you one day, I want to spend this life with you! Only you." He adamantly stated, pulling you into his side to share his warmth. A smile courageously plucked up on your face as you gazed up at Tom, forgetting about your worries as you decided to enjoy the moments that you were to share with your future husband.

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x female reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston oneshot #tom hiddleston #loki x reader #imagines #imagine #xreader

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endofthelinegang · 3 years

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Father's Day Special

Pairing: Y/N x Avengers Dads

Request: No, but anyone is welcomed to request anything off of this

Summary: In honor of father's day I turned my favorite MCU men who are not father's into them.

Loki Laufeyson

Perseus Luka Lokison: 8 years old (oldest twin - 1st born)

La'Luna Frigga Lokidottir: 8 years old (youngest twin - 2nd born)

Arista Nyx Lokidottir: 6 years okd (3rd Born)

Freyja Fae Lokidottir: 3 years old (4th born)

Ceres Vulcan Lokison: 1 month old (5th born)

This magical family is considered "The House of L", Perseus and Luna were both very happily planned out and started out the most perfect journey of a lifetime. Perseus takes after his father in so many ways. They look identical to each other and they share the same type of magic. Sometimes, it’s hard for them to get along but regardless they love each other. Most of the time they bond over books, stories of Loki’s childhood, and Loki teaching him magic. Luna doesn’t lack in magic, but comes the best when she is a frost giant. She can easily switch between her normal pale skin to being a blue ice magic user. Her and her father bond over this quite a lot due to how beautiful he believes she is while like that. Though he won’t admit it to any of them, Luna’s ability to use her magic and look the way he is scared makes him envious and proud. She leans on him for so many things, especially when she’s scared or needs help turning back from being a frost giant/ Then there’s Arista, the mommy’s girl who gets along best with Perseus. She uses her connection to the underworld to conjure up demons, monsters, and spirits of all kinds. She can also use her magic to kill easily, if anyone tries to inflict pain on her she can channel the injury into them. Arista’s body turns halfway into a deadly looking demon with a skull face. The first time this happens it scares Perseus to death, he panics both you and Loki and will not let go of Loki’s hand nor leave his side. When you go check on Arista she is writing out her alphabet just like she was supposed to. She just looks different, and she doesn’t act any different. So, you explain that to Loki and you both take the time to explain to the twins that it’s just something that happens. Like how Luna and Loki turn blue. After that you and Loki agree that’s enough kids, until of course Mobius agrees to watch your 3 kids and things get out of hand between the two of you. This is where the biggest daddies girl of all, Freyja, comes from. She uses basic magic to move things around the room, she can take things from books and put them into real life, and she can phase from one room to another. Anytime she talks it’s to her father, and if it’s not directed at him it’s about him. She is always attached at his hip and will constantly do little things to mess with Loki. Then last but not least is Ceres, dark hair, light eyes, and unlike the rest never quits crying. This is unless you, his mother, walk him around. If you stop or put him down he continues to cry. He is also the only baby to be born a frost giant, which almost killed you due to your body temperature dropping. Overall you are a big happy family, dysfunctional, magical, odd, but happy. You all reside on Midguard in a big beautiful home, and Loki stays working for the TVA.

Thor Odinson

Fleur Olympia Thordottir: 8 years old (1st born)

Natalia Calypso Thordottir: 4 years old (2nd born)

Romulus Elio Odin Thorson: 2 years old (3rd born)

Running with the guardians is not the easiest life to live. There is always bartering, making deals, killing all sorts of creatures, and catching wrong do-ers. But of course you had to take a break when you fell pregnant with a blonde hair, blue eyed little girl who speaks and acts like you. She is incredibly strong, fast, and talented for someone her age. Fleur, once the peak age of 8, helps out fixing things at home and on the ship constantly. She also learns how to shoot a bow and arrow amongst other weapons very early on (she just got attached to that one the most). Then Thor had to take another break to help you take care of Natalia. Another blue eyed, blonde haired baby who acted identically to her father. Though little she can conjure Mjölnir, the first time she did this was on the ship. Quill and Thor decided to show her some of the galaxy when all of a sudden she reached out and the hammer went directly into her hands. All the guardians were in pure shock, so was Thor. But that shock was short lived when she decided to start slamming the hammer into the table in front of her. Though you and Thor were incredibly proud and happy with your daughters, you could tell that there was something in Thor that wanted a son. So without bringing this idea up to him you told him you wanted one more child. You begged to Odin for it to be a boy, and sure enough you ended up with a little boy. This time he looked a lot like you with the blue eyes and blonde hair. He was an incredibly peaceful baby and did nothing but sleep, which concerned the two of you since the girls were loud babies. The older he got the more he acted like Thor, at the ripe age of two he was able to change the weather outside based on his mood. When he was happy it was beautiful, when he would stir there was some snow or hail, but when he was upset a storm flew over the home and lightening would strike everywhere. Thor continues to go with the Guardians and get rewards from those whom they help.

James Barnes

Rebecca Winifred Barnes: 8 years old (1st born)

Grant Howard Barnes: 4 years old (oldest twin - 2nd born)

Anthony Thomas Barnes: 4 years old (youngest twin - 3rd born)

Stephanie Diana Barnes: 8 months old (4th born)

This family did not have a fair start when it comes to beginnings. You were a captive of Hyrdra, due to the fact that on your birth records you just didn't exist. You were listed as a stillborn baby. No one knew you were alive. The only reason you were alive was because of the traces of infinity stones injected into your bones as a baby. So, you were easy to experiment on and use. Therefore you were the head pawn for the project "SOLDAT, WINTER'S CHILDREN". This captivity and abuse was where Rebecca was born, in the winter without any heat. Of course you had to take care of her yourself because Bucky was in absolutely no shape to do so. You kept her and her abilities that you knew she had subdued. You couldn't let them take her away from you. Then you were subjected to more, which is where Grant and Anthony came from. Grant was lucky to survive, being born mostly deaf, much smaller, and sick. Though Bucky was not Bucky and was in no shape to be helpful he would bring you things and try to help you in anyway he could that was not overly empathetic. Then eventually they tried to subject you to the electroshock that they had put Bucky under due to his escape and with your magic you destroyed the building and took your children with you. Rebecca developed abilities in the realm of sound manipulation. She could destroy things, create force fields, and control what people did, thought, and said just with her voice. Anthony could create small forcefields, move things with these small bubbles of energy, and slow down or speed up objects with the energy. Grant wasn't deaf after all, he had super-hearing. He could hear anything and everything from miles away, so you developed him special hearing-aids that could turn up or turn down sound to help him be able to rest and settle down. Grant could also move inhumanly fast and could be inhumanly strong. You raised the three of them for the longest time, until a short haired man and an avenger showed up on your porch. After a lot of talking, meeting, going on dates, meeting the kids, and becoming a solid part of all of your lives, you decide to give Bucky what he seemed to want. A second chance, and he never got a chance to raised any of his other three kids from birth. Which is where little Steph came from, she was a perfect baby. You were jealous at how lucky he got it. She slept carefully, loved to snuggle, ate and burped easy, and never fussed or cried. Grant was incredibly close to James, when he's scared or in public he clings to him. He loves his metal are and never lets go. Anthony is more attached to you, he is always by your side and rarely ever picks James over you. Rebecca loves James and you about evenly. She splits her time and need for different things equally, though she is a bit more attached to you. Stephanie is daddies girl forever, anytime she sees him and he leaves the room she acts out and kicks and reaches until he comes to get her. Her favorite place to sleep is on him and when she's playing shy she prefers do it on him. James continues to work with Sam and eventually S.W.O.R.D, he also goes on to help others get pardoned and help those who were pardoned lead different lives and be better people.

Steve Rogers

Sarah Natasha Rogers: 4 years old (1st born)

Carter James Rogers: newly born (2nd born)

The blip, possibly the worst thing to happen to the world since wars and plagues. As terrible as it all sounds, the world is finally quiet and settled down. You watched and tried to help and Steve struggled with the loss of his teammates and friends. He tried to think of every single way around believing what happened really happened. But eventually, with some convincing you were able to get through to him. He moved out of his little apartment, and took his things from the compound and moved with you out of the city into the more rural area. After settling in for a while you decided to get married, right after that you decided to start a family. Which is where little Sarah came from, she was in your spitting image but with her fathers eyes. She was gorgeous and continued to be gorgeous as she grew up. She had incredible bouts of energy, and constantly wanted to play games, run around outside, do puzzles, draw, paint, and hear stories. She rarely slept and was even born with her eyes open, she never shut them until her body forced her to sleep. Steve enjoyed having a little ball of energy that was so well attached to him. She was always climbing on him, holding his hands, sitting on his lap, and taking naps on him. Sarah helped him overcome the sadness and failure he felt after the war. Then after about 4 years of having Sarah, you fell pregnant with a little boy. Carter, he was Steve's twin and looks and in his attitude. This baby was already stubborn and noisy at random times. He never gave up the screaming or laying how he felt it comfortable (even though it was not safe). Steve continued to council people and help out Nat when she needed it, until Scott showed up on the security cameras.

Doctor Stephen Strange

Antoinette Eugenia Strange: 7 years old (1st born)

Beverly Leda Strange 4 years old (2nd born)

Time is a very valuable thing, and no one knows that better than Stephen Strange. A careful calculated man with a lot of responsibility at his hands at all times. He always saw what was coming and nothing unexpected ever happened. That was until he came to bed one night to you sitting up waiting for him instead of being curled up asleep. Not 9 months later you had Antoinette, a dark haired, dark eyed little girl who was so quiet you forgot that you had her. You had never met a little girl quite like her. She never spoke unless it was something that needed to happen. She cleaned up after herself without being asked at a young age, and never had anything but a neutral-happy look on her face. Unless her father got it out of her, he could make her laugh and smile like children should. The two of them had talks about books, time, and ancient history all the time. For someone so young she was incredibly intelligent. Then later on you had Beverly, though she looked like her older sister she acted completely different. She loved to play with toys and be loud. Hell, she liked to be loud in general, she preferred to be the center of attention. Beverly loved to build things and use technology, it's what she understood. Her and her father got along over science and scientific research. Whenever one daughter was closer to the Stephen the other was closer to you. The two of them did not get along, at least not to you and Stephen's knowledge. That was until one night he went to check on Antoinette and she was missing from her bed. So, he peaked in on Beverly and the two of them had made a fort to fall asleep in. They played together and did different activities together in the same gentle space. Stephen continues to keep track of time and help different people while supporting his family.

Mobius

Andrina Mertle Mobius: 11 years old (1st born)

Atlas Milo Mobius 9 years old (2nd born)

Adella Maria Mobius: 3 years old (3rd born)

Imagine living where time was more confusing than somehow anywhere else. That is the life of Mobius and Y/N, you are not an agent, but rather someone he had gotten close to during a very long variant search. The TVA being there caused your presence to become 'variant', so you were taken in for questioning. When you weren't found guilty of anything Mobius opted to take you in, and that was the start of everything. When you first found out you were pregnant you weren't entirely sure what to do. Especially considering how odd Null-Time worked. You of course were the only one worried about this, up until Andrina was born. She was beautiful, but incredibly sassy from the moment you met her. She refused to sleep, eat when you wanted her to, sleep, or allow you to swaddle her and change her clothes. That sassy and stubborn attitude never ever left her, and that certainly did not make her any nicer to her little brother Atlas. He was a comedian, a bullheaded, sarcastic, and wild little comedian. Atlas consistently picked on everyone in the home including his big sister who did not like putting up with his shit. Mobius constantly has to break up fights between the two of them. This usually ends up with Andrina sitting next to him and or doing something with him, and Atlas doing something with you. This is until the numbers in the house become uneven with Adella. The princess of the house who only behaves well in front of Mobius, not even you. In front of you and the other two children she is loud and destructive. But the moment she sees her father that all changes, and all she wants is to be in his arms. Of course Andrina is able to also pull that card, which gets Mobius both his daughters snuggling with him and constantly behaving in front of him which is good enough to him. At the end of the day full house sleepovers in your shared bed are quite normal. So is talking bad about all of your kids just to end up talking about funny things they've done or how much you love them. Mobius continues to work for the TVA and you and your family live in Null-Time near the TVA Headquarters.

Peter Parker

Mae Mary Parker: 4 years old (1st born)

Benjamin Richard Parker: 2 years old (2nd born)

Having kids young was never something Peter Parker saw himself doing. But, seeing everything now he wouldn't change this for the world. Though he himself was a big kid, it made him an even better and energetic dad. Mae was born in the freezing cold snow, and Peter kept her wrapped in her blanket and put her inside his suit, like how a kangaroo carries it's baby. That was the start of an amazing bond, the two of them were attached at the hip and equally attached to you. They hung upside down together, played video games, played board games, built legos, read comics, watched Peter's home movies that he made on missions, and she watched him do all sorts of science stuff. On movie nights, regular nights, or anytime the three of you sat together to do something you had her in your lap and Peter had you on him. He would always try to braid and fix her hair and she would put bows in his, and then together they would try and fix yours. Then you had Benjamin, Peters identical twin. He looked just like him and was attached to you the way that Mae was attached to Peter. The only difference was Benjamin was very shy toward Peter. Peter tried to get Benjamin to be close to him but it was really hard, him and Mae got along, and Benjamin loved you which left Peter out. Until one day he went on a mission and came back to hear his son yelling "daddy" wanting him. Peter continues to work as an Avenger and works hard with science and technology to better reform the world.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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We’re Gonna Have A Mini Frost Baby- Loki Laufeyson pregnant!xreader fan fic

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and Loki comes home from Asgard after a few weeks and Y/N surprises Loki with the happy news

Warnings: angsty, fluffy adorableness, soft Loki, mentions of being pregnant, mentions of being nervous and scared, mentions of a bit of anxiety, let me know if I miss anything

~Y/N’s POV~

*flashback* I remember that look in Loki’s eyes that night as he was sitting across from mw at the bar as we were having a drink to celebrate being together for three years before he had to leave for Asgard. I knew what Loki wanted that night and so did I, it was very passionate and we both never wanted the moment to end. That morning after I woke up with the biggest smile on my face though I was sad when loki left a short time later to help Thor for a few weeks. *end of flashback

-current day a week or 2 later-

I woke up one morning feeling really nauseous out of nowhere and had to rush to the bathroom but got sick a few times and the other weird thing is I was craving certain foods I never usually would want and I said to myself “ok.. there’s gotta be an easy explanation for this.” Though I had doubts about that. I knew Loki was coming home in a day or two and I wanted to make sure everything was ok so I ran out to the store to get some food and a pregnancy test just in case. Later on I had gotten home and put the groceries away and something told me to go take that pregnancy test so I went to the bathroom and did the test and set a timer on my phone when I could check it.

I texted my best friend Wanda about how anxious I was and she called me a few minutes later and said “hey Y/N how are you feeling honey?” I said “still have some morning sickness but just nervous that I may actually be pregnant.. what will I tell Loki oh god!..” Wanda said “hey it’ll be ok girl try and breathe ok? He will be so happy I know it, he loves you Y/N.” I nodded my head and said “yea, you’re right Wanda, hey thank you you’re the best Wanda. Love you!” She said “I love you too, let me know what the test says ok??” I said “I promise Wanda you’ll be the first to know.” My timer beeped a bit after she hung up and I picked up the stick and I was right. “I’m pregnant!.. wow, this is amazing.” All of a sudden I hear a familiar voice say “wait darling, you’re pregnant?!” I look up and Loki is standing in the doorway and I sit there frozen that he cane home early. Loki came to sit by me once he saw I was scared to answer him and said “Y/N, dove please don’t be scared I’m not mad, I’m just surprised, is it true?” I nodded and picked up the test to show him hoping he wouldn’t be upset. Loki smiled and cupped my face in his hands looking into my eyes and said “Y/N my love this is wonderful, I’m gonna be a father and you’ll be a wonderful mother.” I felt relieved that he was happy about this. I swallowed and said “I was so nervous to tell you and I didn’t know you were gonna be home yet, I was just about to call you to talk to you about it.” Loki hugged me and then wiped the remaining tears off my face carefully and said “my love this is wonderful news, we’re gonna have a child. I will love you both so much and take care of you both.” I smiled and said “I love you Loki, you’re the most wonderful man. I always picture you reading a child to sleep and you spoiling them.” Something hit me worrying wether it might be a frost child with Loki’s magic and I said “wait!.. do you think our child will be ok?!..” loki saw I was worried and he nodded and said “of course love why? What is it??” I took a deep breath and said “what if our child will be a frost baby or has your magic? Should we have that checked? I’m worried.” Loki rubbed my arms and said “sweetheart I promise we will have everything looked at and have you looked at but I promise you, the baby will be just fine Y/N please do not worry alright?” I leaned in for a hug and Loki wrapped his arms around me while he played with my hair which he knew I loved when he did that. After a few minutes of silence I said “hey Loki can I ask you something?” He kissed the top of my head and said “of course my love, anything.” I thought for a minute how to ask him this and said “would you want a boy or a girl? I ask because I wondered if you were gonna want an heir for Asgard.” Loki took my hands in his and looked at me and said “ok, Y/N please listen to me ok?” I nodded nervously wondering what he was gonna tell me. Loki said “that isn’t important to me, what matters to me is my family darling, I love you and our child. I’d leave Asgard and the throne for the both of you because I love you and I don’t care about that anymore I swear I’ve changed.”

I leaned in to kiss Loki and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer and in that moment I knew Loki meant it all. I looked at Loki and said “I love you so much Loki, you’re gonna be a great father.” He blushed and said “may I?” He wanted to touch my stomach and I nodded and put his hand gently on my stomach and he leaned in to kiss my stomach and said “hello baby, I’m so excited to meet you.” I started crying and he looked up and said “my love, what is it??” I shook my head and said “nothing’s wrong Loki, what you said just made me so happy, we’re gonna have a mini frost child I’m so happy.” Loki kissed me and said “so am I Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest. Thank you darling.” I smiled and said “you’re welcome Loki, welcome home by the way, I missed you.” Loki kissed me and pulled me into his chest said “I missed you more darling, I promise I will never leave you or our child Y/N.” I felt so happy being back in Loki’s arms I never wanted him to let go.

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honeymyheaven · 3 years

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3 + Loki

1 mitski lyric 1 drabble (still open)

ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵏᶦˢˢ

"Oh come on..." he whined, floating around you, his hands reaching to wrap around your shoulders. You sighed and nudged him away, engrossed in the book you were reading.

"In a bit," you muttered, eyes scanning the page moving quickly through the climax of the fight. With a dissatisfied grunt, the God of tricks grabbed the book and slammed it shut, finding the disgruntled look amusing.

"Just one kiss." He interrupted before you could unleash your panic onto him "Give me one kiss." He continued, holding the book just out of reach. Rolling your eyes, you allowed him to wrap you into his arms and press his lips against yours. One kiss turned into two, three, four until he had you on your back, fingers intertwined, the book long forgotten and tossed to a corner of the room.

#xreader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fluff #shuumatsu no valkyrie loki #record of ragnarok loki #loki record of ragnarok #loki x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie scenario #snv loki #snv x reader #ror x reader #ror

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lis-likes-fics · 3 years

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Representative

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader Warnings: None really. Author’s Note: Finally putting this here. This is 9,770 words, fair warning.

"Brother, I have news from Asgard!" Thor announced as he marched into the library.

"Shh!"

He was harshly shushed by the both of you. You loved doing that. "This is a library, do try to be quieter, Thor," Loki scolded.

Thor rolled his eyes and said, "Father wants you to find a representative to track your progress here as an Avenger as soon as possible. We're going to Asgard once you do."

Loki silently looked up at his oaf of a brother. He sighed and nodded, "Fine." He would rather not waste his wits responding to his brother, so the simple response would suffice. For now.

You raised a brow and looked over at Loki. Thor spoke again, no more quiet than before, "So who will you choose?"

He took a moment to think, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. You rolled your eyes, he was such a tease. He finally spoke with a smile on his face, "Why don't you be my representative? The others wouldn't want to do it, how about you?"

You thought over that, you'd never been to Asgard before and Loki was your friend. It wouldn't hurt. "Course," she said, "I would love to."

And she did have questions of her own to ask the king.

"Perfect," he said, "Let us prepare then."

"Are you ready?" Thor asked you, taking the three of you to the Bifrost site - Stark had it set up because they came and went quite often and he was getting tired of his grass getting destroyed.

You lifted your suitcase and smiled, "Yeah."

The team was lined up to say goodbye. Natasha asked, "So how long will you be gone?"

"Quite a while, actually," Thor said, "We aren't certain. These things, these relationships with my father, can take a lot of time. But we will try and be back as soon as possible."

They nodded and did their hugs and goodbyes. You took your place next to Loki, who wrapped an arm tightly around you. You looked up at him with a raised brow. "Trust me," he said, "You'll want to hold onto me during this."

You did trust him so you decided to just wrap an arm around him and be done with it. Thor raised his hammer and announced, "Heimdall, open the Bifrost!"

The lights came crashing down around you and you gripped Loki tightly, burying your face in his chest. He chuckled lightly, holding you close to him securely. You always thought it would be fun to take the Bifrost, but it was terrifying and you couldn't help but feel like you would be thrown out of it if it misbehaved or something.

"You can open your eyes now," Loki said shortly, slowly letting go of you. You peeked out and quickly adjusted yourself. You were now with your feet planted firmly on the ground and had dignity again.

You cleared your throat, "Thanks."

A large man stood with a sword not far from you. The sword was around your height and it was honestly intimidating.

"Welcome to Asgard, Prince Thor, Prince Loki, and Lady Y/N," he greeted. This must be Heimdall.

"Y/N, this is the gatekeeper, Heimdall," Loki introduced.

Called it.

You smiled and nodded, "Hello, it's wonderful to meet you."

"As it is to meet you," he responded, "The guards have come with your horses."

"Thank you, Good Heimdall," Thor said. Loki lead you over to where the three horses were posted. He asked, "Do you know how to ride?"

You nodded, "Of course, I'm not an animal."

Loki chuckled and you got up to the horses. It seems even they were bigger than normal ones. You were able to get yourself on its back and Loki smiled. He stroked the horses fur and told you, "This is Brenna. She's strong, but she's wary of strangers. Put your hand here."

Loki gently grabbed your hand, placing it slowly and gently on the side of her neck. You pet her softly there and he smiled, "She won't harm you."

You smiled at his tenderness. He pat her calmly and tended to his own horse before mounting his own horse. When Thor saw that you both were ready, he rode out with you and Loki in tow. Loki wanted to stay back with you to make sure you were alright.

He asked over the sound of the horses, "So why did you really want to come?"

You smiled, "Just to represent you, you're my friend."

Loki's smile fell very slightly, but it was quickly recovered, "Ah. Very well, then."

Stupid move, Y/N. He's the God of Lies, he can tell when you're lying.

The truth was, you had your own questions to ask. Over the last couple of years, you'd found out that you were a demi-goddess. Your father had abandoned you as a baby on Midgard and left you at an orphanage. You'd been searching for him since you found out.

You were hoping the King of Asgard had answers.

You'd have to come clean soon or he won't trust you.

You soon came up to the end of the rainbow bridge. The palace was very large and very elegant. Well, gods lived here. It would be strange if it wasn't.

There were guards there who went to meet you. Thor walked in front. He had the most favor so he would lead.

"My prince," the guards greeted. He nodded and they started to lead you all inside.

You unmounted your horse, stroked her fur, and allowed her to be guided over by the horse keeps.

Loki took your side and your suitcase, turning to one of the guards, "Give these to one of the servants and have it placed in the lady's chambers."

He nodded and took the luggage. You, Loki, and Thor were lead into the throne room where an old man sat on a golden throne, guards stationed along the walls.

You could see Loki tense as he walked closer to the King. You watched his gaze shift over and he softened again. You looked to see where he was looking and saw a woman standing tall with a beautiful dress and smile.

That must have been his mother.

When Thor and Loki stopped, you stopped next to them. Thor went to kneel and you could practically feel the internal eye roll Loki made at that. You both knelt before the king.

"Rise," Odin announced.

You stood again and Thor did the speaking, "Father, this is the Midgardian Loki chose to represent him and his time on Earth, the Lady Y/N."

You curtsied after your introduction. When you lived with your adoptive parents, they had signed you up for ballet and you did that for a few years, it was the only reason you knew how to curtsy.

He assessed you as you came back up, standing tall next to Loki. When he finally spoke, he said, "Welcome to Asgard, Lady Y/N of Midgard. I shall hope you enjoy your stay with us. You will join me, my wife, and my sons at dinner tonight so we can discuss business.

You nodded, "Of course, my lord."

"The princes should show you to your chambers where you will be staying," Odin announced. He waved his hand and you all walked away with the guards.

The guards left you with Thor and Loki in the chamber halls. "This place is huge..."

"It is a palace, darling," Loki told you with an amused chuckle. You smiled back and said, "Hey, will we be able to walk through the village sometime while we're here. It would be nice to see how people on Asgard live."

Thor nodded, "Of course, I believe you would have a wonderful time."

You smiled, "Thanks."

Loki sighed, "Dinner will be in a few hours. Before then, make yourself comfortable. If you need either of us, Thor's room is at the end of the hall on the right, I'm on the left. Since you're our personal guest, they put you in the royal chamber hall so you would have quick access to us, should you need it."

You nodded and thanked him. They left to take care of their duties and you stepped inside your chambers. The room was grand and elegant. You felt inferior compared to it - you probably shouldn't have since you were technically half meant to live like this.

The bed spread was gold and black with silk sheets and a big, over-the-top blanket. The drawer was large and the nightstand was too. There were intricate details etched into the furniture and it only added to the beauty of the room.

To go with everything, there was a balcony to her room. It was beautiful and it gave an exquisite view to the kingdom and the wonderful sunset for when it came around. Maybe you could convince one of the boys (preferably Loki, he was your best friend) to take you to see it more personally during your visit here. It really was beautiful.

You took a breath of the fresh, amazingly-scented Asgardian air. The air was so much better here than it was on Earth. It was so much cleaner and was actually scented. It was divine.

You stepped back inside and retreated from the balcony, curious of the door connected to the room. You opened it and were not surprised to see a luxurious bathroom. You stepped inside and saw the golden tub and the grand mirror. You could get used to this.

You went back to the main room and sat down in the soft, comfortable chair. Before you could fall asleep, which you almost did on contact, you grabbed one of your bags from in front of the bed where the maids had put them.

You got out your journal and started writing in it. It was filled with all of the god related things - you were trying to figure out everything you could about gods and demi gods. You had to admit, there was considerably low research on. You didn't hear much of them. In fact, you didn't hear anything of them. It's like they just didn't exist. Everything you knew about them was the basic for-sure facts on Wikipedia.

'I made it to Asgard. I'll be having dinner with the royal family to talk about Loki's progress on Earth. He's doing amazingly well and I see no problem with him.

But that isn't my main reason for coming. Asking Odin about my heritage will have to come after dinner. No one knows about me and I intend to keep a close circle until I know who to trust with this information.

I need to know why my father left me on Earth and why the demigods aren't heard of.'

You closed your journal and set it on your bed before turning to your bags in the room. You got your stuff put away as you settled in. You would be here for a month. After getting everything put away, she headed outside of her bedroom and went to Loki's, knocking on the door three times and waiting for his answer.

He answered the door within second, smiling charmingly at you. He stepped aside to allow you into his room and you graciously accepted his offer, stepping into the room you fully expected to see.

The room was elegant was had dark tones to give it an intimate feel. It was intense, yet calming at the same time. The bed frame was black with a large headboard. The covers were silk and elegantly designed with the colors of green and black with gold trims. The furniture was made with the highest quality wood, also painted black with golden accents. He had a grand bookshelf that nearly took up an entire wall that held a partially organized and partially messy plethora of books.

There was a fur rug at the foot of his bed so soft, she could sleep on it. He had a couple of markings along the top trim of his room - they were probably protective runes. He had them in his room on Midgard as well to keep everyone out.

"I love this room," she sighed, plopping down on one of his chairs and immediately gasping. The chair was the softest velvet, it was magnificent. "I love this chair."

Loki laughed lightly, watching her closely as she was in awe of his chambers. "Thank you, dear," he commented, "I do my best."

"And I love you for it," she commented with her eyes closed, unknowing of the smile that grew on his face and light tinting of his cheeks. He cleared his throat, "Was there something specific you needed, or did you just want to see my room and revel in my chair?"

Your eyes opened and you breathed in, "Oh, yeah. I was going to ask if you could take me to the library."

He chuckled lightly, "Alright, but you should probably change into more Asgardian attire. People will stare."

You rolled your eyes but accepted. He walked with you back to your room, helping you choose an outfit because he knew you didn't have much of an eye for Asgardian attire. He picked out a "casual" gown and made you were it. Emphasis on "made".

"I look ridiculous, Loki," you grumbled as you looked down at the dress, "Why can't I wear jeans?"

Loki rolled his eyes playfully, "On Asgard, we don't do 'jeans'. You look fine."

No matter how much you would fuss, he was right. You looked lovely. The dress seemed like it was made specifically for you.

It was a soft gold - a color you were starting to think was trademarked by Asgard - and powder white. The gown was sleeveless, and the skirt carried down to the top of your feet in a flowy manner. It wasn't over-the-top, but it definitely wasn't considered casual on Earth. A thin, golden ribbon wrapped around your waist and tied in the back - courtesy of Loki and his expert hands.

"Come now, give us a spin," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes and held your arms around beside you, spinning around for him with a heavy sigh. When you turned back around to face him, you grumbled, "There. You happy now?"

"Immensely," he smirked, "Come."

You sighed and grabbed your journal, holding it closely to you. He turned and opened the door for you, dramatically bowing as you walked out of the door with him. He took your hand and looped it through his arm as you both walked.

It managed to get a smile out of you as you walked with him down the winding and seemingly endless halls of the palace. When you reached the library, you found a couple of book you hoped could help you with your research as Loki looked through a couple to read while you were both there.

He glanced at the journal you wrote down notes in and asked, "What's that for?"

You looked up at him and then down to the book, "Oh, just some research I've been working on for a few years."

Dance around the topic. He knows when you're lying.

He lifted a brow, "Quite small for something you've been working on for years."

You shrugged with one arm, "Little information. I was hoping your library would have something."

"What are you researching?" he asked curiously.

You chewed on your lip as you thought quickly, "Just some mythology."

You went back to the books before he could continue to question. He furrowed his brows and returned to his book hesitantly.

An hour later, two maids walked into the library with their hands clasped in front of them and their heads bowed respectively. "Your majesty, my lady, dinner will be finished soon. We were sent to help prepare the Lady Y/N."

You glanced at Loki and he nodded, "Thank you. She will be right there."

The maids curtsied, "Yes, your majesty."

They turned and left after a bow to you. You then let out a quiet groan, "I'm going to go put these up. Back in a sec."

You picked up your books and went to put them back in their places. Loki glanced at your book. You'd marked the page with your pencil, but it flipped open next to him. He glanced at you as you disappeared behind a shelf and glanced at the journal again. He quickly decided whether or not he should see what it was about. You were quote dodgy with it earlier.

A glance wouldn't hurt.

He leaned over and skimmed through the page. "No one knows about me and I intend to keep a close circle until I know who to trust with this information. I need to know why my father left me on Earth and why the demigods-"

He looked away from the journal and closed the book on his hand shut as he heard your feet shuffling around the corner as you complained about the shoes.

He smiled at you and you groaned, picking up your book. "Let's go." You started heading for the door when you turned to see that Loki was staring off into space instead of walking with you.

"Loki, are you coming? I don't know where my room is, you know," you laughed lightly. He shook his head as he returned back to reality, walking after you as he hooked his arm with yours again.

After the maids got you ready for dinner - even if you did insist that you could dress yourself - you were met at the door by both princes. You raised a brow and took their offered arms, walking with the brothers to the dining rooms.

You all arrived together and took your seats, sitting in between Thor and Loki. Loki commented on how lovely you looked and you thanked him with a slight roll of your eyes.

You were introduced to Thor's friends, Sif and the Warriors Three. They were rather kind to you, especially Sif who offered to show you around the Asgardian villages while you were there. Fandral hit on you a couple of times, but a few hard looks from Sif, Loki, and Thor and he fixed his antics with friendly makeups.

Dinner went well. Frigga was so kind, she asked questions about how you grew up, how you met the Avengers, what gifts you possessed, and how you met her sons. She was so comforting that Odin's slightly intimidating presence didn't bother you much.

Loki and Thor aided in the conversations as well as held their own with Thor's friends. The Warrior's Three and Thor talked about some of the battles they partook in. Sif would stop them a few times when they got unrealistic so she could correct them and tell what actually happened.

After dinner, Loki offered to take you back to your chambers, but Odin insisted that he needed to speak with you instead. Loki gave you a reassuring look and a "good luck" that stripped away his reassurances.

You walked respectively with Odin for a moment, the walk started out with an intense and highly uncomfortable silence before he finally spoke, "Tell me of Loki's efforts on Midgard."

You nodded, "Well, Loki has been very helpful to the team. He's gone on numerous missions with us and has saved the team more than once. He puts in the effort at redeeming himself every day. The people of Earth have accepted him as a hero. As his representative, I can gladly say that he's pretty redeemed."

"And as his friend?" Odin asked, "What would you saw then?"

You didn't really need to add that part. You'd heard plenty of stories of Odin from both Thor and Loki's point of views, you knew quite a bit of his actions against Loki. You weren't his biggest fan.

As Loki's friend, you'd tell him that it wasn't even Loki's fault and that he should not have needed redemption in the first place. You'd tell him that it was his fault that all of this had happened.

But he was the king, you could not say that.

You replied instead with, "As his friend, I would say the same. He's one of the best individuals I know."

There was a small silence before Odin spoke again, "Good enough to be king?"

You paused, your feet stopping as you glanced at the king. "I'm sorry?" you spoke.

He turned and looked at you, "My time is soon to come and I need an heir to take the throne. Thor was meant to be that person, but he has declined the throne. I invited a representative of Loki here so that I may know if it would be a wise decision to make Loki my new heir."

You stared at him, still shocked. You were shocked that he would choose Loki. You honestly believed that Loki would make a great king, you were shocked because he was actually considering Loki.

"So I ask you again," he said, "Do you believe he is good enough to be the king of Asgard?"

You straightened your spine and gathered your thoughts, forming words slowly, "Yes, I do. He has many leadership qualities that I believe would make him fit to be king. I believe in and support him 100%."

Odin nodded as he considered your answer. "Well then, don't mention this to Loki. I still have decisions to make before I reveal this to anyone else. Good night."

He turned and left promptly without another word, leaving you in the middle of a hall somewhere in the palace.

Where the hell were you?

You woke up in your bed the next morning, reluctant to get up. The only reason you were in your bed was because a maid help you to your room last night. You were so comfortable, damn Asgard and their luxury. You got out of the bed with quite a bit of difficulty.

You drew yourself a bath and settled into the water. You sighed as you thought over last night. Odin was trying to make Loki king. You smiled, and sunk under the water.

Holding your breath, you thought under the water. You had barely anymore information than you had before about demigods. You had hoped that the Asgardian library would help, but it didn't seem like it had.

You would need more information, who better than the king to ask?

Literally anyone else.

But you doubted anyone else had any idea. You would ask Odin when you got the chance.

A couple days had passed. Loki had begun to noticed Odin's behavior. He seemed distant - more so than usual - as if he was thinking about something.

He found out why later one night after supper. Loki was called before the king. He was hesitant for a moment, but he went nonetheless. Not like he had a choice.

He walked into the throne room, standing his ground as he looked up at Odin, his brow slightly lifted in curiosity. Just as every conversation began with Odin, there was silence settling in the room.

When Odin spoke, his voice strangely a loud boom though hoarse and aged, he told Loki, "I heard of your duties on Midgard and your efforts to fix what you had done. I am impressed with you."

Loki's voice held a pinch of sarcasm, he tried his best to hide it but it seemed Odin could pick up on it either way, "I'm honored."

"Do you know why I summoned you here today?" he questioned.

Loki lifted a brow, "I haven't the slightest idea why you do most things." Loki was quickly chipping away at Odin's nerves already, but he continued nonetheless.

"You know how I intend to make Thor king," Loki rolled his eyes, "And he has refused to take it even to this day. I sent you to Midgard to redeem yourself as a part of the Avengers and, despite your best efforts to seem otherwise, I can see you have changed during your time there. After much thought, I have decided to make you...my heir. I have chosen to make you king when the time comes to pass the throne."

Loki didn't exactly know how to respond to that. He always thought, in order to be the king of Asgard, he'd have to take the throne for himself. But now it was being handed to him on a golden platter. Once it settled, a smile grew on his lips and he laughed, "That's funny. I didn't know you to jest."

It was Odin's turn to raise a brow as he spoke, "You believe me to joke about such matters?"

"How could it not be a joke?" Loki asked, "You've always detested the idea of making me king."

Odin sighed, "Listen to my voice, Loki. Am I lying to you?"

After a moment, Loki realized that there, in fact, was no lie in Odin's words. He was being serious.

Loki was to be the king.

The shock set into his features again, but he was quick to return it to his normal mask. "What a surprise," he stated.

Odin spoke again, "However..."

Loki rolled his eyes. Of course there was a catch.

"If you wish to be king, I only demand one condition."

"Which is?"

Odin seemed slightly amused as he looked down at Loki, "That you find a bride to rule beside you as your queen."

Okay, this was ridiculous. Odin was giving Loki the throne and telling him to marry someone.

"You want me to choose...a bride?" Loki questioned.

"Indeed," he nodded, "Choose a bride to live out your days with and you will be the king of Asgard. Might I suggest one of the noblewomen? Even a princess from another realm?"

Loki narrowed his eyes before a wicked smirk spread across his face. "Oh, of course. A noblewoman."

"Very well. Report back to me when you have chosen a bride to marry. You have until the end of the week," he said.

A week to find a bride? That was rather rushed, wasn't it?

No matter, he already had an idea of who he would be choosing.

In the morning, you woke up and got ready for breakfast. When you headed for the door to go to the dining hall, you were met with Loki with his fist raised to the door. He smiled, "Y/N, how are you, love?"

You quirked a brow as you closed the door behind you slowly after stepped out of the room. "Fine, how are you?"

He held his arm out for you and you grabbed it graciously, "I am doing quite well myself. I was meaning to ask you something actually."

"Shoot," you said as you walked with him. His smile grew and your eyes narrowed, "What are you up to?"

"Odin has decided to make me king," he told you. You nodded, "I'm aware, he spoke to me about it the other night and told me not to tell."

Loki sighed and rolled his eyes. "What was that question?" you asked.

His smile returned, "There was a condition set for me in order to receive the throne."

"Let me guess," you chuckled, "He wants you to find an advisor and you chose me?"

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, a habit that seemed quite adorable on him for when he became nervous - it very rarely happened.

"Actually...he wants me to find a bride to rule by my side as queen. I was hoping, well..."

You froze at his words and he stopped the two of you, standing in front of you and getting on one knee. He grabbed your hands and smiled, "Y/N Y/L/N, would you become my queen?"

You stared at him in complete and utter shock as he examined your expression. "I..." you spoke, "What?"

He gave you a soft expression and stood again, still facing you as his green eyes gazed into yours, "I have to choose a bride by the end of the week. That gives me a full week to win you over. If I haven't made you fall utterly in love with my by the deadline - which will be quite difficult not to do - then I shall choose one of the noblewomen." He made a face of disinterest and irritation, "Who will take any chance they get to marry a prince and become royalty." His face returned to that soft smile, "What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

You thought it over before sighing and nodding, "Okay. You got yourself a deal, future king."

He smiled brightly at you and you returned it. You had to admit - though this didn't mean you were already falling in love with him - his smile made you smile.

Loki was glad you accepted his offer. He'd never admit it out loud, but he did have some affections for you. If he had to choose a bride - which he did - he'd rather it be you. He'd choose you over anyone.

It was the third day of Loki trying to get you to fall in love with him. You didn't exactly know it, nor would you admit it if you did, but you were starting to fall for him. Or maybe there was a part of you that liked him in that way before. You wouldn't know.

He'd taken you to a private dinner in one of the finest establishments on Asgard that wasn't the palace on that first day.

Now he had ready taken you on a picnic near the forest, followed by a horseback ride through the same forest.

Loki was so charming and kind, he was caring and gentle and his smile had some weird affect on you. It made you feel...strange.

You kept thinking about the deal. If you said yes, then you'd be married to Loki. You would be able to spend every day with him, to live with this kind gentleman. He'd treat you like the queen you would become. If you so wished - you knew it would all be up to you, as he wouldn't use you for his own sake, you would always have a choice - you could even have children with him that would soon be his heirs.

There was a part of you that wanted that. Quote a large part that had your blood flowing, your heart pumping, and your cheeks tinting.

Were you to say no and he would marry a noblewoman who only wanted him for his status. He would be quite unhappy with her, you knew this by the way he acted about even considering marrying one of them. From his description, they were usually dimwitted girls just wanting to be princesses, or even better, the queen.

You would not wish him an unhappy marriage with a girl only interested in his status. The idea of that made your heart flutter - but not in that happy way that had you smiling forever.

There was another reason for Loki choosing you though, even if you didn't know that reason. After finding out of your blood status, he knew you'd be in danger. Half bloods were frowned upon, you would be shunned and banned from Asgard - or worst, killed.

If Loki became king with you as his queen, there was no way anyone would have the authority to kill you. He would have rule, he got to choose what happened from there. You would be safe and he would get to be with you. It was a win-win.

Now on the third day, Loki decided to simply have a picnic with you in the castle gardens. You were more than grateful. He was a perfect gentleman.

There was an amazing spread of too much food and you both got the chance to admire the gorgeous flowers that you'd never seen before. "You really do go all out when you want to make people fall in love with you, huh?"

He dramatically flipped his hair, "Only if they haven't already fallen head over heals, darling."

You laughed, sitting next to him as you continued to talk. After a while, you sighed as you looked up at him. You asked slowly, "Loki...why me? You could have had anyone - another princess! - and you chose me. Why?"

He wanted to tell you, but he wasn't even sure if he was absolutely positive that he absolutely loved you, or even if you loved him yet - or if you even would.

He place a finger under your chin and lifted it so you would look at him more. He smiled as he told you, "Because you're a Midgardian, and I want to piss off my father."

You stared back at him, unamused as you quirked a brow. You rolled your eyes and shook your head with a small smile as you went to turn away from him before you could lose yourself in the green eyes you found yourself being taken by lately.

But as you went to turn away, Loki's grip on your chin stayed firm as he looked back at you. His eyes were soft, they looked like liquid emeralds - if emeralds could melt.

If this was his method of making you fell in love with him, you were almost ashamed to say it was working.

In truth, however, Loki had just become distracted by the beauty in your features. He hadn't realized he had gazed at you for so long. He didn't realize he'd turned his attention from your eyes to your lips so often.

He wanted to just lean in and kiss you.

You brought your lip between your teeth, chewing on it absent-mindedly as you looked back. His hold on you gave you shameless time to appreciate just how handsome Loki was.

His hair was slick without grease as it always was, styled to perfection. His cheekbones were sharp and, usually pale, they were tinted a very light pink.

His lips were so kissable the more you stared at them. His eyes, those beautiful eyes, were so soft as they gazed into yours. They were the most magical eyes you dared to stare into.

When you heard the tapping of heels - and more than one pair - you went to pull away finally before you were caught in this intimate moment with Loki. However, Loki had a different call.

He smoothed his hand onto the side of your face and pulled your closer, finally allowing himself to kiss you as his hand supported the back of your neck.

For a moment, you were quite shocked and surprised but you melted in the kiss too quickly for you to be okay with. Loki smiled as he went to pull you closer, but a - kind - voice prevented that.

"Alright, you two lovebirds," Queen Frigga spoke with a small chuckle, followed by the giggles of her hand maidens. Loki pulled away, looking up at his mother with very little shame in his features. If anything, he was quite proud of himself. If you were mad, you could just slap him. He wouldn't be angry with you.

You, on the other hand, were trying to compose yourself as you blushed furiously, looking at the ground. "Hello, Mother," Loki greeted her, "how are you?"

"Quite well, my son," she smiled at him, kissing his cheek before walking away with a little, "You both are lovely together."

Your blush got worse.

Now that they were gone, you turned on Loki, "Really? Was that necessary"

He gave her a soft smile, "Forgive me, my dear. However, I do recall you kissing me back."

You pursed your lips and looked away, "Warn me next time."

Next time?

By the end of the week, you were so shamefully aware of it now.

You were in love with Loki of Asgard.

Before dinner, as he came to your door to escort you to the dining hall, he stopped you again. He gave you that charming smile of his as he bent on one knee, this time pressing a small black box in yours hands as he asked you the question.

"It's the end of the week now. I would hope my charm worked because I really did do my best. My dear, I do genuinely care for you, and I hope you care for me to. Even if you do say no, I just want you to know that I will still be here as your close friend whenever you shall need me. And if you say yes, I will provide you with the best life you could possibly imagine and treat you like the queen you are. Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me and become my wife?"

You smiled and blushed, you didn't mean to smile or blush. Damn it, you fell in love with him in a week. Or maybe you just fell more in love with him. You still didn't know.

You smiled and licked your lips as you nodded," Yes, Loki. Yes, I'll marry you."

He smiled happily, his eyes lighting up as he stood and picked you up, swinging you around as you giggled. He set you on your feet, taking the box and opening it as he presented the ring to you, slipping it on your finger.

It was beautiful, a gold band with an emerald jewel set in it. It had engraved designs set into the band as well, the inside of the ring read in small engravings "in the middle of my chaos, there was you". The only explanation for how he fit all of that was magic.

He was such a romantic.

He pulled you into a hug and slowly pulled back. His eyes caught yours and you were gazing at one another once again. This time it was your turn to make the move.

You pulled him in as you kissed him deeply. How great this kiss was. You smiled as he pulled your even closer still. He pulled back at some point, being reminded of dinner.

He opened his mouth to say something, as you listened closely as his mouth shaped for an "I" sound. However, what he said was nothing of the sort. "Let's get to dinner, shall we?"

You sighed and nodded, taking his arm as he led you to the dining hall where most everyone was waiting to start dinner. Once you arrived, you took your seats together and the feast began.

After a while of talking and eating, Loki cleared his throat and began speaking, "I have an announcement to make."

All eyes fell on him and his smile grew as he glanced at you before his eyes settled on Odin. "I have chosen a bride to wed, and she had said yes."

Even if most of the people at the table were shocked to hear about Loki's bride, they applauded him with smiles and cheers. Odin spoke, seemingly unphased, "Wonderful. Who is this bride of yours?"

He turned to you and smiled, "Y/N of Midgard."

Odon froze entirely, his expression hardening. "When I suggested you to choose a bride from another realm, I did not mean Midgard."

"And what is so wrong with the people of Midgard? With my wife-to-be?" Loki asked. You could tell he was enjoying stirring up his mischief.

Odin sighed. Everyone at the table knew he didn't like the idea of a Midgardian woman sitting on the throne of Asgard. Nonetheless, he sighed and nodded. He did say to choose a bride, he wasn't specific. Loki did just that.

Frigga, on the other hand, was ecstatic. She was so happy that her son was finally finding some happiness for himself. She had already known you'd be perfect for him, she could sense both of your smitten for each other from a mile away.

"Congratulations, my son," she beamed. "When will the wedding take place?"

"Next week," Odin interrupted.

The servants paled.

"The marriage will take place next week and the coronation of Loki will be the week after that," he specified. The servants looked like they would faint. They wished they would have more time to plan everything. Frigga's gracious help, at least, would be provided.

You were already getting nervous.

Now it was time for the wedding. You had been going through dress rehearsals, royalty lessons, and so much more to get ready for being wed to Loki. There was so much going on, it was slightly overwhelming.

You were really beginning to stress as the maids dressed you in your wedding gown until there was a knock at the door. One of the maidens checked the door and let in the people on the other side.

Your eyes almost popped out of your head as you saw who was on the other side. "Wanda! Nat! Thank gods you're here! I didn't even know you were coming!"

They hugged you. "Neither did we? Thor came by yesterday and brought the whole team here this morning for your wedding that we only just learned about," Natasha explained.

"You're marrying Loki?" Wanda asked.

You nodded as you sighed, "Yeah. So much happened in the time I was here. I did not plan on getting married but here we are."

"We all knew you were close, but I didn't know you were that close," Natasha pointed out.

"Neither did I," you sighed heavily. "I just..."

Wanda took your hand, "Do you love him?"

The maidens continued to work around her, tending to the dress as they tried to seem like they weren't listening. The maids knew everything that went around in the palace, this was one of the reasons.

"I..." you blushed again as you thought. You honestly had fallen for Loki, and you fell rather quickly. You sighed as you nodded, "Yeah... I think so."

"So how did it even happen?" Natasha asked. You sighed as you told them to sit down. This was going to be quite the recap.

You were nervous. So very nervous. In a few minutes, you were supposed to walk down the very long isle of the throne room that was filled to the brim with people from all over the realms to see the royal wedding of Loki of Asgard. It was a big deal.

You held the bouquet of flowers tightly in your hands to keep yourself from wringing your hands out at your sides instead. You just needed to breathe. It will all be fine, it will be over soon. Everything would be fine.

"Do you love him?"

You thought over the question ringing in your head once again. The answer? Yes. Yes, you did. You really did love him. You didn't expect to fall as quickly as you did - though you would have said yes even if you'd fallen slower, you didn't want him to get stuck with someone who couldn't care less about him. You'd rather marry your best friend than leave him to be married with someone who didn't care about him. You wanted to see him happy.

But you actually, truly fell in love. It felt like a mistake, but you weren't sure it was. But you loved him right? It would be fine.

Just as you were calming yourself down, the music started and your nerves skyrocketed again. "My lady? It's time to go on," one of the maidens told you. You thanked her kindly and took a deep breath, nodding to the guards.

They opened the doors wide to reveal you in your dress. The maidens behind you were carrying the long train behind you.

Yep, definitely people from every realm. The already huge room was filled. But it would all be fine, right? Your sweaty palms said otherwise.

You got your cue to begin walking down the isle and you did, walking to the beat of the song like you'd been practicing with Frigga. You were so close to chickening out until you saw Loki.

Boy, was he beautiful.

He wore a full ensemble. His traditional, formal armour with his helmet. His hair rather fluffy curled out of the bottom of his helmet. He was turned toward you, his jaw dropped slightly as he took in your appearance in your white dress. All eyes were on you.

But only his mattered.

They watered, from what you could see at least, as he looked at you. Your expression softened and you smiled, looking back at him with teary eyes.

After a long walk down the isle, you finally reached Loki. You stood in front of him and he whispered to you, "You look absolutely beautiful, my love."

You blushed more as a tear rolled down your cheek. He wiped it away and the ceremony began as Frigga began talking, rather than Odin. As the king, he was the one to officiate the wedding. But as the queen, Frigga had just as much power to and probably insisted. This made Loki even happier.

Whenever you began to get nervous again, your worries were wished away by the sparkling eyes Loki gazed at you with. You found ultimate comfort knowing that Loki would be there for you whenever you needed him, just as he promised.

Everything would be perfectly fine, as long as Loki was by your side.

The ceremonial speech was long. But the most important words soon came: "Lady Y/N of Midgard, do you take Loki to be your husband?" Frigga asked.

You took a deep breath in and smiled, "I do."

"And Prince Loki of Asgard, do you take Y/N to be your wife?"

He nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek, against his best efforts to stop it, "I do."

Frigga smile happily, "Then by the power vested in me, given by the great gods of Asgard, I now pronounce you god and wife, you may kiss the bride."

You threw your arms around his neck as you pulled him down slightly and his arms wrapped around your waist as he bent his head down to kiss you deeply. This kiss was unlike the other two, it was sure, it was passionate, it was loving.

It was loving.

Yeah, everything would be okay.

Then came to coronation that had even more people arriving. At least this time you were in the spotlight. As Loki's new wife, you would become the queen when he became king. It was now Loki's time to have all of the shine to himself. It was his coronation day.

Despite what you thought, Loki was nervous. As you were helping him get ready, he was expressing his concerns. "What if I mess something up? I want to rule Asgard the right way, but what if everything I thought was right ends up blowing up in my face. It's happened before. I-"

"Loki, look at me," you told him as you stopped what you were doing. You made him look down at you as you told him sincerely, "I have spent these past years with you as my friend and now as my husband. If I have learned anything over the course of that, this is what it was: you will make a great king. The fact that you are worried about not having a just reign is what reinforces that fact. Now there are people out there who doubt you, and those who will continue to doubt you, but guess what? They don't matter. You'll just have to go out there and do what you were meant to. Be a great king. Don't change yourself for anyone else and don't be beaten down when someone tells you you're wrong. You'll be one of the greatest kings of Asgard, I know it. Everything will work out, and I will be here by your side at all times to help you whenever you need it. Alright?"

He softened as he listened to your words, bending down to kiss you gently. You smile and told him, "I believe in you."

"I know," he smiled, "And I'm grateful for that."

You continued helping him with his armour for his coronation. When a knock came at the door, it was Thor coming to tell you both that it was almost time to head over. You smiled at Loki and kissed his again, picking up his helmet and placing it on his head. "You'll do amazingly."

He smiled and nodded. You walked with him after Thor, headed to the throne room where the coronation was taking place. The music started as soon as Loki gave the clue and you walked with him down the isle to the throne where Odin stood as the crowds cheered for him. Some, though, gave a few dirty looks in the direction of both you and Loki. You were still of Midgard...

Nevertheless, their stares didn't matter. You were with Loki, everything would be alright as long ad you were with Loki.

You kissed his cheek and moved to stand next to Frigga, who kissed your forehead. Loki knelt on one knee before Odin, as he was meant to do for the coronation.

Odin raised his staff, Gungnir, and struck it on the ground with a deafening boom. The crowd fell silent. Odin spoke with quiet, effortless authority as he rose Gungnir before him. "Gungnir. Its aim is true, it's power strong. With it I have defended Asgard and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms since the time of the Great Beginning. And though the day has come for a new king to wield his own weapon - that duty remains the same. Loki Odin son, my son."

Loki's eyes flickered st the last part, but he didn't let it deter his big day. "From a boy, you were entrusted with the magic of your mother. Training for so long to be worthy of such a gift. It could be used as a weapon to destroy, or as a force to create."

Loki seemed to straighten as innocent pride filled him. "Today I entrust you with the greatest honor in all the Nine Realms: the sacred throne of Asgard. I have sacrificed much to achieve peace. So, too, must a new generation sacrifice to maintain that peace. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every king."

Loki's gaze shifted over to you momentarily and you gave him a smile and a nod. He returned the smile and looked back at Odin. "Loki Odinson, do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"

Loki nodded and spoke in his smooth voice, "I swear."

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"

Again, Loki nodded, only this time with a smile, "I swear."

"Do you swear to cast aside all selfish ambition and pledge yourself only to the good of all the Realms?" Odin asked.

Without hesitation and with a proud grin, Loki nodded, "I swear."

"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you Loki, King of Asgard!"

The crowds cheered deafeningly loud. Loki smiled widely, his eyes gluing to you as they shine brightly. Thor clapped you on your back with pride as he cheered next to you. Loki eyed him for a split second, but he would wait to get onto his brother for being so rough with you.

He stood and turned to the crowds cheering for him, his arms held wide as if to summon more praise. It was his big day, he would milk it for what it's worth.

He held out his hand for you and you smile as you walked over to take it. He pulled you into his side, kissing your hairline as he continued to collect praise from his subjects. He bent down and said to you, "You're the queen now."

You smiled as you looked up at him, "I know."

"Wave to your new subjects," he offered. You rolled your eyes and laughed as you lifted your hand and began waving to the people, who were now your people. You were the Queen of Asgard now. They cheered somehow louder as you waved.

"They love you," he smiled.

You nodded, "I'm sure they do."

Some time passed and the royal duties you and Loki had were quick to find you. To your relief, Frigga helped you take care of your new duties. Loki seemed to have his under control - though he did have Thor's help when he needed it.

When you found a moment's rest with Loki, it was because you were both headed to bed. It had been another long day of duties and chores, you were ready to relax with your husband.

Loki was getting the bed ready, folding the covers over for when you finally came to bed. You sat in one of the luxurious chairs in the room. When you and Loki married, you moved into his room. Needless to say, you were always comfortable.

You had your journal in your hands as you read through it. You hadn't looked through it in a while. With all the excitement going around, you hadn't really had the time to go back to it.

Loki looked up at you, glancing at the book, "Love, are you coming to bed?" You looked up at him and nodded a little before turning your attention back to the book.

You bit your lip as you asked, "Hey, Loki, what do you know about...demigods? I meant to ask Odin, but never really found the time."

He sighed and sat down on the bed, you looked up at him carefully. "What? Is there something wrong?" you asked.

He shook his head and patted the spot next to him. You moved over to him and sat down, his arm wrapping around your waist as he started slowly, "I know."

"Know what?"

"About your heritage. I know that you're a demigoddess," he told you.

"How did you find out?" you questioned.

"I saw in your journal. I didn't mean to spy, I just glanced at it. But listen to me," he told you, "It is important that you never tell Odin that you are a halfblood. In fact, very few people should know. Most people are adverse to them because they're thought of as tinted or dirty blood. The worst case scenario is that you would be killed simply for being."

He looked down at you sadly, "It's one of the reasons I chose you, to protect you. Since I am now king and you are queen, I can offer you my protection against those who disprove of demigods. They cannot harm you. Alright?"

You sighed and nodded, "Okay.... Do you know what happened to my parents? Why my father left me?"

Loki once again nodded and let out a sigh, "I do, I did some digging on it once I found out. Your father was an Asgardian god, your mother was human. They fell in love and she had his child: you. She died giving birth to you."

"Is that why he left me?" you asked quietly. Loki grabbed your chin so you looked back up and him and shook his head gently, "Heavens no. Your father loved you; before you were born, he vowed to always keep you safe. But shortly after your mother died, guards were sent to take your father and charge him with treason and to...eliminate the child. So he left you at an orphanage and ran to keep you safe. He always meant to return to you, but..."

"But what?" you asked.

Loki sighed and hesitantly spoke, "Your father was labeled a criminal. There was a large debt of money on his head for his death. Some mercenaries...killed him a few years back. He was weak from having lost so much power, he'd spent the last of it to place protection on you."

You looked down at your hands, "That must have been around the time my powers really kicked in and got stronger..."

You sighed heavily. At least you knew now. You knew the reason you were left on Midgard. You weren't abandoned by your father because he didn't love you.

You looked up at Loki and gave a smile that eased his concerns, "Thank you for telling me."

"Of course, my love," he smiled.

You finally decided to go to bed shortly after. Loki held you close to his chest as you allowed him to. But something was bugging you and you wouldn't be able to sleep if you didn't figure it out.

"Loki..." you spoke quietly.

He hummed his response.

"Why me? I know you told me before but...why?" you asked nervously.

Loki kissed your forehead and tilted your head up to look at him. "You want to know why I chose you as my representative. Why I chose you to be my wife. To be my queen."

You nodded. He sighed and smiled softly, nervously, "I chose you because... I... I love you, Y/N. I have loved you for quite some time. I was afraid to tell you, afraid how you might react. I wanted to hear it from you first but... I couldn't wait any longer for you to know how I felt about you-"

You cut him off with a kiss, pulling his head down to kiss him deeply. Hearing those words coming from him made your heart feel light and fluttery and warm and fuzzy at the same time. Your hands desperately intertwined in his hair as you kissed him.

When you pulled away for air, he admitted again, "I love you."

Again you kissed him, this time briefly, before admitting your own confession, "I love you too, Loki."

He smiled and you joined it. "I love you. I think I loved you before and that week you spent trying to make me fall for you only made me fall more. Whatever it was, whenever it happened, I love you. Marrying you wasn't just for you, it was for me to.. I married you because I knew you would treat me as though you loved me, even if you didn't love me like that. You would be my best, closest friend and my good lover. I want to spend my life with you, Loki. Because I love you."

He kissed you again, a long, slow kiss that had you flying over Asgard's moons. He pulled back after a while and spoke, "I love you." You smiled.

As long as you were with Loki, everything would be perfect.

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The disguise of anothers love

Tom is casted in “Only lovers left alive” and filming in Hamburg, Germany. Luckily, they allowed him to take you. His wonderful girlfriend. What a time to spend life in paradise..until it wasn’t.

Dark! Loki laufeyson X reader, Tom hiddleston x reader. (It’s complicated I know just bear with me.)

Word count: 4,063

This is dedicated to my wonderful friend, who encourages my late night blurbs into full fledged stories.

This is going to be a little series titled all the same thing. So if you search it on my account you’ll conveniently all find them at once. This is part two.

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the *some warnings are for future chapters*: Angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, manipulation, deceit, mind games, Loki being not the best, cute dinner dates, Loki being the spawn of the devil, seduction, explicit language, explicit content, knife play, rough smut, kidnapping?, panty gag, belt cuffs, bruises, sensory play, blind fold shirt, betrayal, Loki being Tom, au, marvel and the real world being one, Stockholm syndrome? You get to chose in the end, mentions of fake blood, heavy touching, deception, Loki, mentions of intense anxiety, panic attacks, loki invasion, misogynistic men, possessiveness, slow dancing, bite marks from a king.

When you open the doors of the shop you're instantly greeted with the odor of judgment. The eyes of the collect few of men were gathered to one place, you. You hadn't even taken a breath in the infrastructure before you were targeted. What a wonderful life. Just another day you thought to yourself before you walked to the meeting room. A petite space in a backroom with a roundtable that sat your team and you. A single whiteboard was in front of the table, a bunch of doodles and no progress were displayed on it.

You dug in your satchel to grab your notebook and a couple of pencils. You knew you weren't going to ink anything to perfection. It was rare for you too. You were sketching again to nothing. You decided to roughly redraw the Loki tripping on his cape, just a warmup to keep you sane. While your hands were occupied your brain wasn't.

It boomed with scenarios and complications to who the Tom was at your apartment. Perhaps you were overreacting, your imagination just running wild since you were constantly trying to come up with new ideas. But what if this was serious and someone who looked like Tom just took his place. A shiver ran down your spine. Who would want to imposter Tom? Why would someone want to take his place?

With all the excitement your stomach growled. Shit. You were hungry and you forgot to grab something for breakfast. There was a coffee shop you usually stopped by to grab breakfast and the heavenly coffee. You were too in your head to think about stopping by to go to heaven today. You rolled your eyes. Great.

Your rush to get to work left you to be the second person on your team to arrive. Nathan a man in his thirties always showed up before you. You never knew how since you were there about twenty minutes before everyone got there. Through the window that showed the hallway appeared Nathan talking to another employer. Hands on his hips a stupid sneer on his face, mockingly. What a punchable face. Even if you hated Nathan with every fiber of your being, he was the nicest to you. Frenemies you could say. You mostly thought of him as a human version of Tigger. Him faking his personality just to fit in. You were just content with having one person in the studio that knew your potential.

There were only about four people in your group including you. There were originally five, but a man left outraged by your presence. It was a tough crowd to please. You liked the challenge of it. That's one of the main reasons you stayed to put the boys in their place, and that you knew the ins and outs of the studio. To be honest they needed you. The imaginary plaque displayed with gold trim high and mighty in front of where people first enter. Your smug smirk and name in pretty roman font.

"Why are you wearing Bucky when you're drawing Loki?"

During your daydream, you hadn't noticed Nathan come in with a cup of coffee. His head tilted in interest, watching your madman's hands in a fury sketching as fast as lightning. He set the coffee cup next to the pencil you weren't using and sat down next to you.

"It's the dark long hair and the knives isn't it."

He started to grin, his joke wasn't funny since it was true. You blinked twice and sat your pencil down next to the other one, perfecting it to the right height so they'd be equal. A habit you picked up ever since you learned how to draw. You hesitantly picked up the cup that held your angelic elixir. Dubiously you looked over the cup to set a hard glare at Nathan.

"You poisoned it didn't you."

Nathan pushed a hand to his heart a pained shock expression took over his whole being. If he wasn't such a mediocre artist he'd be a damn good actor. You held the restraint to laugh from how unbearably dramatic he was being.

"Me never! How dare you suggest such a thing."

His eyes narrowed and a smile stretched onto his face as you cut your eyes to him. You took a hesitant sip. He must've poured half a cup of salt into your coffee, you gagged and stuck your tongue out and pointed a finger with wide eyes you choked out.

"You traitor!"

Nathan broke out into laughter and held his sides.

"You're such a fool y/n, every single time you fall for this. Will there ever be a time when you won't?"

You glared at him opening your mouth ready to give him a lecture on how you had a barbarian at home that would tear him to shreds. You were stopped by the two other members coming in.

There was Bob a man who was very heavy and cared more about food than anything else. He was easily the loudest person you've ever met. You never knew someone could grow such a ratty neckbeard, the rest of his face was patchy but still very hairy. You doubted if it was out of taste for facial hair but more of him being lazy and not wanting to shave. If everyone's hatred was geared towards you, they could all collectively agree that they hated Bob too.

Then there was Mathis, he was less loud but still audible about how he disliked you. Mathis and Bob sat across from you but Bob usually was standing which was honestly surprising to you that he did that willingly. He never was a good artist hence the horrible scribbles on the board, he just barked orders about things he didn't know about. Mathis on the other hand was a close runner up to you with artistry, although you had a suspicion that he traced his work. You don't think he ever drew in front of anyone. Bob chewed heavily on some substance you thought it was gum but you swore he never had good breath.

"Has anyone came up with anything, today's the deadline and I'm pretty sure it was, uh, her work we were going to distribute."

You wanted to laugh you'd been working here for over three years and he refused to say your name. Everyone looked at you to see your answer.

"Yeah y/n, you got anything, or are you just a one-trick pony?"

You wanted to punch Nathan in the throat for his input. The cogs in your mind started to run a fifty-yard dash, you were good at making up bull shit. So that's what you did. While you stared directly at Nathan.

"I was thinking since we're always on heroes, that we change our direction of thought. Something not too out of place, but new. What if it consisted of someone who was forced to conceal their powers-"

"Every comic ever."

Bob interrupted and you gritted your teeth as your neck snapped to where he was leaning up against the wall, huffing. You were suppressing the urge to have an argument this early it was bound to happen.

"As you can see you already addressed the familiar part of the idea. Let's get to the new, now the character's mom is-"

As you tried to further explain your thesis on the hero you get interrupted by none other than Nathan.

"What a shocker the girl who likes villains has mommy issues."

A sneer almost made him lose what made him a man along with the others as they laughed. You rolled your neck trying to gather your thoughts to not lose your cool.

"The characters mother was impregnated by a mutant-"

"So daddy issues,"

Your face went red from being caught off guard when you glared at Nathan you promised him to meet the king later tonight. He blinked bashfully and smiled, his face leaning on his fist.

"Let her speak even if she has nothing."

Bob responded with a hint of sarcasm. You let out a breath and closed your eyes.

"Her mother finds out that the father was a mutant and she cuts off all ties to him. She dies giving birth and her child goes into the care of her Grandparents. The Grandparents knew about the child's true form but chooses not to them. Although, when the child finds out about their powers, they kill their Grandparents and go onto a murder spree."

Quiet was booming through the room, no one saying a word. It seemed that everyone was processing what you said carefully, nit-picking everything you said and didn't.

"Isn't that morbid, promoting murder if you will."

Mathis spoke up you nearly forgot he was there from how quiet he was.

"We can put a warning for the readers to be eighteen and over."

He chewed on his lip thinking it over.

"You don't understand, do you? If you put this piece of HEAVILY fiction it will inspire impressionable people no matter the age. I don't know who decided to put you as our main story contributor, but I think that title should be revoked from you."

Excuse him. You have to be joking. Just over a little bit of a week ago, he forces this onto you. The whole group did. No one wanted to have the rights or the responsibility of the backlash of a stupid pitch be onto them. So you being the most hated that's what you got. You thought it was ironic that he wanted to take it back. A way to make you feel ashamed of your ideas, but you could see through all of the games they tried to play. You concluded that you had enough and you called him out for it.

"You did Mathis. You designated this role to me- one that I didn't even want."

You sat forward on the edge of your chair to face him, to look more intimidating. You breathed heavy, the suppressed rage finally coming out.

"I'm sick of you bastards putting me beneath you. I know I'm one of the best artists in this room-, Hell might even the whole studio! And for you to put me down just because of my gender, is bullshit! I'm tired of it and I won't take any more of it. So please if anyone else in this god-forsaken room has any ideas please stand up in front and tell them. I'd be eager to hear your thoughts."

You leaned back in your chair and waited for an answer. Every one of them was shocked by your outburst. Bob slowly chewed on whatever he was chewing and gawked at you. All of them were amazed. Mathis sat with his hands tightly clasped together on the table, his jaw gritted and eyes lit with anger. You could've sworn you saw out of the corner of your eye you had seen Nathan smile. A vibration against your thigh alerted you of a notification.

"I'll think about filling out your idea. For now think of something, less, sin city."

Mathis spoke, venom lacing and falling through the floor. His eyes never leaving yours. It was dumb but you felt as if you'd look away he'd have full dominance over you and nothing you said would mean anything to you. Mathis got up from his chair patted Bob on the chest signaling him to sit down. For the first time in months, the whiteboard wasn't littered with grotesque squabbles.

"Does anyone have any proposals for names?"

After the staring contest between you and Mathis, you fished your phone out of your pocket. Your phone brightness almost blinding you as your read a text from Tom.

“Morning love, it’s a shame that I couldn't wake up next to you, you always look so beautiful in the morning. The hotel's bed is horribly uncomfortable and when I thought of you it seemed to renew its comfort. Which made me reminisce about you. How to acknowledge you for being such a doll. Possibly dinner later this evening would be a fitting way to show my gratitude before I have to go to set. It's a short scene that we have to revise. Hopefully, I can wake up next to you earlier than I can dream. See you soon, darling”

Your cheeks flushed with light pink. This man was going to be the death of you. You were fine with it. What you weren't alright with was Nathan leaning over to your ear and whispering.

"Thanks for getting upset, now we actually have to work."

It was going to a very long day.

All you finished after you left the room was a black and white sketch of Asgard and a couple more arguments. You were to say the less was dissatisfied with how things were currently going. The perpetual doom of failing was a huge black cloud over your head threatening to rain at everything you did. You just wanted to get a buttered croissant and to cuddle up with Tigger. Maybe Tom would be back to normal, as you stood in the longest line imaginable you made a world-renowned discovery. You saw Tom this morning and he said that he didn't go to the hotel. Your anxiety and suspicions grew more as the line felt it grew longer in front of you. You felt panic creep up your neck but never showing on your face, a couple more people in front of you and then there were four. Your breath ran shallow. You smelled the sweet scent of flowers exactly like the ones in your dream. In your state, you hadn't known you were up to order. What? You thought you were in the very back like two seconds ago. Weird. You were about ninety-five percent sure that you were going to check yourself into a psych ward when you got home.

"Hey, are you okay ma'am?"

The waitress with the deepest green eyes asked you again. You blinked your eyes dumbly, you were beyond confusion at this point.

"W-what, sorry?"

You stuttered out but you were proud of yourself for managing to get that much out. She painted on a smile even though you thought you were irritating her.

"I asked what your order should be today,"

You looked at the mega watted screen behind her, you knew your order but you just had to make sure there was nothing wrong with it or you might lose it.

"Just a buttered croissant with water please."

You turned to get your money out of your satchel, the waitress didn't have to tell you the amount. If she did say it you didn't hear it, your ears heard nothing but white sound. You found the green monopoly like money and handed it to her. You stopped as you looked at her hand. In the web of her hand, you saw two bite marks that reminded you of the ones on Tom's hand. Well, the fake Tom's.

"Is something wrong?"

Her eyes dimming in the glow of low lights. Her smile was no longer there but replaced with a furrow in her eyebrows of contemplation.

"Uh, no, sorry."

She nodded and scurried off. You were a wreck and to top it all off you had a date to go on tonight. Wonderful. When she came back it was no more than a few seconds, it felt like she knew your order memorized as you. You brushed it off as a coincidence. That's what you were going to say from here on out everything was just a bizarre coincidence. You put on a shaky smile when you grabbed the rolled-up paper bag and water. Her hands were abnormally cold for it was in the spring-early summer. Your head shook with a shiver and as you left she winked and you nearly ran out of the shop.

On your way home you were paranoid if that word could even hold up the amount of stress you had. When you put your water bottle in your satchel and unrolled the bag. You half thought there was going to be a reenactment of the noodle scene in 'The Lost Boys' You made a mocking face and mouthed "They're only noodles, Michael."

You wanted to cry, you wanted to escape from this hellish dream and live in a cabin with Tigger and normal Tom. Why couldn't things ever be normal? They never were when you were with Tom, but you were in love and love lasts forever until death do us part?

You swallowed your thoughts with addicting buttered bread. You walked up the stairs to your apartment. You wished you would've waited to eat it after walking up so many stairs. You dug out your keys in an attempt to unlock your door. There was no need since it was already unlocked. Such a small thing almost put you into a full-throttled panic attack. You slowly opened the door and hung up your satchel on the coat rack and entered.

You felt sick, too much at a time was happening and you're fixing to explode. You felt comforted when you heard Tiggers meowing and his trot out of your bedroom and him headbutting you. At least the little guy was back to normal, you bent down temporarily to pet him. A king deserves to be pampered every now and then. Human or not. When you stood up the bedroom door was obviously cracked open from Tiggers escape.

You felt somewhat at ease and didn't feel the need to grab a makeshift weapon as you walked down the hall. You knocked on the door just to be safe to make sure Tom you hoped it was, wasn't changing. You were pleasantly met with the standard of him on the bed and the script in his face. He set it down on the night table you noticed a big box and two smaller ones. He met you with a smile and an inviting hug.

"I didn't expect you until later."

You fell into his arms and lap and you shoved your face into his neck. You fought back the urge to cry. Everything was horrible and hellish, but at least normal Tom was back. His arm supported your back and rubbed up and down soothingly, his other was in your hair. You sighed in his embrace, you needed this more than you liked to admit. It was great to have and you'd never deny the offer to be in Tom's arms. One thing did ruin it. The awareness of Tom's shoot being halfway across the city, which made it nearly impossible for him to beat you home. You slowly got up and one of his hands fell on your cheek and the other on your hip. Your brows went together in thought and your lips pursed together. Tom had one of these special tricks where he was one of the best people who knew how to read people. You didn't exactly conceal your feelings but the man could read your thoughts in an instant.

"Darling, what's troubling you? You're going to get frown lines from pouting all the time."

He kissed your forehead lightly, his thumb smoothing the skin that was red from blushing so often. It made it grow worse, his deep blue eyes with a hint of green staring into you with such adoration that would be killing worthy over. You thought it was a better idea to drop all the stuff you've been stressing over and just enjoy Tom at the moment.

"It's nothing important,"

You kissed him shortly an action that was severely missed. He returns with fervor, you cast the same spell on him that he did onto you. Both of his hands now on your hips tightened their grip. A storm of butterflies erupted in your stomach as he pressed himself against you. He ended the war between both of your lips, he kissed your nose.

"I have a gift to give you, and I'm afraid if we don't leave shortly we'll miss the reservation."

He gives your hips one more squeeze before he gets up and retrieves the larger wrapped box from the night table. A green sash wrapped around the deep yellow box. You unwrapped it slowly as Tom watched, you noticed that he had changed into some more formal attire. It gave you a hint and you were right to find a dress that looked more than your life. Your eyes went wide and your mouth gaped open. Tom smiled enjoying your shocked state.

"Do you like it?"

Blinking multiple times and facing the fact that you were going to wear it tonight completely baffled you. You stood up from the bed and gave Tom a hug, his height made him tower over you but he laughed slightly from the surprise hug.

"I noticed it at a kiosk while arriving home and it would be a devastation if I didn't get it for you to wear."

He kissed your head and took it out of the box and the dark green flowed to the floor the trim was littered with yellow, it shone beautifully with the soft glow of the light.

"Won't you try it on darling?"

You took it from his hands the fabric smooth and silky on your skin. You put it on a desk with a mirror on top in front of your closet where you did your makeup. A full-length one next to it. You shed your shoes and socks, you grabbed the ends of your shirt and tossed it towards Tom.

"You want a show?"

He gritted his jaw and messed with the cuffs of his suit.

"Darling, if you do I'm fearful I might not be able to restrain myself."

You chuckled to yourself. Such a gentlemen all the time. You shimmied your jeans off and with precise hands, you unzipped the dress and carefully put it on. You were under a trance when you swayed back and forth and did a twirl, you couldn't help but be amazed for it to fit you like a glove, you shouldn't be since Tom paid such close attention to everything. When you looked over to Tom his eyes were hooded and he grinned before getting up and walking over. He stood behind you and looked in the mirror when he talked to you.

"May I?"

He gestured to the zipper and you shook your head for him to zip it. His index traced over the zipper it started from the middle of your back and to the end of your neck. He kisses your neck softly and comes behind you pulling you back to his chest. He tucks his head into your neck as you had before. He peppers the expanse with minor pecks everywhere he was able. His arms capturing you, you rested yours over his. Your fingers tracing over the veins on his hands. Your mind didn't silence as it rambled about "which Tom is this?" You couldn't help glance at the web of his right hand. There were no holes. So did you just imagine what happened. So confusing and agitated you let out a huff. Tom took notice and thought he should tell you about his day.

“You’re insatiable darling. I couldn’t get you off my mind all day.”

His voice rumbles against your neck as he starts to sway against your body. You are so in love with him. He had ruined you for any man on this planet or another. You closed your eyes and basked in the feeling of him and his love. He nipped your neck which made you squeal he smiled, checked his watch, and scowled at the time.

"I'm very sorry to rush you but we're due in forty minutes. You already look ravishing my love, but do hurry while I feed Tigger."

He kisses his cheek and you sat down at your desk to do some touch-ups so you don't look completely awful. Before you started you were interrupted by Tom.

"I forgot how silly of me, I have forgotten the rest of your gift."

He grabs a smaller box from the night table and walks over to you, he pockets the other box that was there un-discreetly. He gives you the box and this one was just a plain white box without a sash but it didn't need to be exuberant for what was hidden inside.

"Oh my god, Tom!"

To be continued...

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