#loki/you

[whirlybirbs]

BEYOND THE VOID — !

1. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

( MASTERPOST   |   AO3  |    SPOTIFY ) summary: torn from time yet again, it's thursday. six months pass. while you grapple with a newfound uncanny ability to premeditate, loki grapples with the fact he's slipping back into his old self without you. enter brad wolfe. now playing:  a whole lots gonna change by weyes blood word count: 3.3k pairing: loki / f!reader, established in from the void, with love tags: enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates, we-are-in-love-in-the-future but how did that even happen, angst & comfort, redemption arc, lots of time travel, loki season 2 (2020) spoilers a/n: finally, they return in "beyond the void". i can't thank everyone enough for the unending enthusiasm for this little project of mine. it's fitting to have the first chapter release with an eclipse. this is for all of you :) the beautiful gif for this chapter is from this set by @tomshiddles.

"Okay."

"Okay."

There's a long stretch of silence between Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. 

In the liminal stretch of the apartment building's hall, there's little sound except the loud drone of some horribly, desperately sad song beyond the door of Unit 1131. The two women share a long look with one another, and then Darcy gestures urgently to the door.

"Go ahead," she nudges her colleague. 

"What?" Jane asks in a harsh whisper, "No, you knock." 

"You were the one that said we needed to do an intervention—" Darcy argues back in an equally low tone.

"Oh, so now this is on me?" Jane fires back, "She's our friend—"

"Our friend who has been babbling nonsense about things that have not happened and has been seriously obsessing with that Low-key dude—" Darcy rushes out, bringing her face closer to Jane's, "I don't even know what we're walking into here!"

Jane inhales. She pinches her brow. With a long rub of her face, she exhales. Then, she knocks.

She gives Darcy a 'happy?' look before stepping back and crossing her arms.

Almost immediately, the music stops. There's the sound of a shuffle. A meow. And then, the door opens only wide enough that one exhausted eye can peak through the chained gap.

"Heeeeeeeeeey, girl!" Darcy chides, waggling her hands in the air, "Surprise!"

On the other side of the door, your heart clenches. 

It feels a little bit like a cruel joke, y'know?

All that wishing, begging, clawing to go home and — well... you are. You're home. You've been home. For six months, you've been home in New York City. You're back in that little studio apartment, with Sigurd, with your research, with your doctorate. 

ALL I WANT  TO DO IS  GO HOME.

You try your best to give both Darcy and Jane a smile, but it comes out mangled and exhausted and not quite right. You've been crying. Sort of par for the course these days.

"Oh, uh... Hi guys."

Sigurd meows.

"You got a sec?" Jane asks, raising a folder in her hands, "We, uh... Erik gave us some new anomaly data to look over and we figured... you're the one for the job! Y'know? It's... kinda... your thing... have you been crying?"

Your eyes dart between them both. You wet your lips.

"No. Nooo, no. It's..." your mouth hangs open as you search for a reason, "...Allergies."

There's a beat of embarrassing silence, and then Darcy moves fast as lightning. She wriggles her arm through the gap and unlocks the chain — almost as if this is definitely something she's mastered before — before pushing her way through the doorway of your apartment. Jane follows close behind, and Sigard squawks as he scurries away from underfoot. 

The infiltration is almost immediately regretted because... woah. 

Like, big woah.

Darcy has seen crazy. Like, she has an Uncle on her Dad's side who is totally in on the whole "they're coming for our thoughts" thing and does not leave the house without at least six layers of Great Value tinfoil stuffed under his baseball cap. She knows crazy. She works for Erik Selvig. 

But this?

This is, like, soooooo above her pay grade. 

Jane's jaw is slack. The folder is immediately forgotten on the kitchen island in favor of the wall-to-wall documentation of... whatever the hell this was. 

LOKI MISSING? in the center of it all, with string and equations and runes and news articles and tabloid pages. There's an alarming amount of photos of the God in question pinned up beside ramblings on... Time? And... Quantum mechanics...? 

There's another loooooong stretch of silence. And then, Darcy and Jane both turn slowly to look at you pressed against the door.

You swallow.

Your face is set in horror.

"It's not what it looks like—"

"Uh, dude, it totally is what it looks like—" Darcy starts, stepping closer to the board and pointing a black, manicured finger at a paparazzi photo of Loki being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower, "What's with all the Loki paraphernalia?! Need I post a lil' throwback Thursday to when he tried to kill us all?"

IT'S THURSDAY AGAIN.

You wince. "You wouldn't understand—"

Then, it happens.

The same thing you've experienced dozens upon dozens of times these last six months happens again: A rush of chatter in your mind, a cacophony of whispers that claw at your thoughts and flood them with has-beens and will-be's. A million things all at once, a little bit of everything from all of time, and then— one thread. One thread that stands out against them all. 

"Jane, don't."

Across the room, Jane's fingers pause on the contact number for that pretty S.H.I.E.L.D. agent they've met once or twice now — the one who is managing the Asgardian anomaly cases. With Loki missing, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been desperate to track him down. If this is a lead... If you know where he is...

Jane's face freezes.

Her brows knit.

Your face is split in panic. "I know you think calling Agent Hill is the right thing to do, but—"

"...How did you know I was...?" Jane's voice falls off, her eyes searching your face.

Your voice splinters as you step forward. "If you call Agent Hill, she is going to section our entire division within the week. Thor will be exiled from Earth on conspiracy four days later. We will sit in a cell for five years until they decide we have nothing to do with Loki's disappearance from Asgard."

Darcy's eyes bounce between you and Jane.

"Why are you saying all that like you know it's going to happen?" Jane asks slowly, putting her phone down and closing the gap between you. "Doc, what's going on?"

Your eyes flicker with fear. 

And then exhaustion. The walls you've built to keep this away from the others crumble with one worried look from Darcy, and you crumple against the kitchen counter. 

Your voice is far away.

"It all started that Thursday."

You thought it would be better now that someone knows. 

Truth be told it might be more trouble than it's worth if not to soothe the burden of secrecy — because Darcy keeps treating you like a Magic 8 Ball that, when shaken, is going to spit out readings on the future. 

It isn't that easy. I mean, if it was, you would have definitely done everything in your power to avoid the commute traffic this morning. 

You don't know why it happens. Or how. You have a theory it has something to do with Alioth, but... without any sort of control, there's no way of knowing. All you know is that in those moments, you're presented with a weave of potential sequences. And in those moments, you can choose to act. Or not. 

So far, acting seems to be the best course of action. 

But, yea, no. No fortune-cookie-level stuff. No crystal ball, no tarot cards. Just... weird time-whispers. And a migraine that seems to never go away. And dreams. Really vivid dreams. Dreams that happen? And dreams that don't.

If it was a horoscope sort of thing, maybe you wouldn't have missed your morning bus after waiting in line at that coffee shop three blocks down. They always make your coffee a little too bitter, but the girl behind the counter is an NYU grad student you recognized from a mechanical engineering lecture you sat in on three months ago. You've got a soft spot for her. She's always nice to that guy in the baseball cap who seems unhoused. 

You hope it all works out for her in the end. 

But, Christ this coffee is bitter. 

You buzz into Stark Labs at 9:37 am, and you're setting your stuff down at R&D by 9:43 am. 

Bruce Banner looks up briefly from his work to slide you a welcoming smile. You return it gently as you settle down on your stool and reacclimate yourself to last week's work. 

Mondays, man.

Tony is, as always, later than anyone else. His entrance is followed by the usual boisterous chatter meant as a morale booster. More often than not it's a genius-level comedy routine built on absolutely torturing Dr. Banner. You opt, more often than not, to refuse to enable the bad behavior. 

Any laughter is buried deep into these readings from the Tesseract. 

And so this has been home for the last four months. 

Avengers Tower. R&D. Erik Selvig's Research Team. Theoretical Physics and Quantum Mechanics. Day in, day out.

No TVA, no TemPads, no Sylvie, no Mobius, no Capybaras. 

...No Loki.

But, plenty of whispers. 

It rocks you out of your focus, iced latte halfway to your lips as you're rooted in this little pocket of voices and threads and whisps of time. There's a thousand, then a hundred, then one. 

Your voice is soft.

"Bruce, try the equation again."

From across the room, Tony's voice dies down and Bruce's eyes rise to meet yours. He points to himself, with a questioning raise of the brows.

You nod, then continue to take a sip of your coffee.

And so Bruce does. Wordlessly. And, after a minute, he looks up with a grin.

"So it was right."

"Woulda never known if Iron Dick over here didn't shut up for one second."

Tony's grin is bigger than Bruce's as he meanders over to your lab table and throws an arm around your shoulder. He squeezes you gently. You avoid his eye contact — and in doing so, you miss the momentary grace of concern. 

(Tony has known you for a few months now. He knows you adequately enough to gauge that your triple-shot espresso should have been a sextuple. The bags beneath your eyes are dark. There's an edge there. Something jumpy. You're exhausted.)

"Now, that was mean."

"You're torturing him," you fire back lightly, non-the-wiser to his scrutiny. 

"It's called exposure therapy—" Tony croons, leaning back and thumbing through some of the notes on your desk. You allow it. 

Good. Still sharp. Still better than anyone else at what you do. 

"Exposure to workplace terrorism?" You rib back with one cocked brow, "No offense, Bruce, but I like you better not green. Okay, Tony?"

"None taken!" Dr. Banner calls lightly from across the room. He's working on the second part of that equation now. 

"Sure, sure, alright, Doc," Tony heads your words, raising both hands and stepping back, "I guess someone hates fun."

"Absolutely," you say blankly, chewing your straw; you point at him, "No laughter."

"None," Tony waggles a finger.

"Not a peep," you remark causally as you spin in your stool and snag your pen from the drawer behind you. 

"Any news on the other green guy we hate?" Bruce asks slowly, eyes bouncing between you and Stark. 

Your blood goes a little cold. Just like always. It's hard not to react — especially when that other green guy is all you think about day and night.

WHEN YOU LOSE HIM YOU WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET HIM BACK. 

You wordlessly shake your head. You shrug. Bruce turns to Stark. Tony is hunched over his bench. His words are a bit muffled by the soldering project he's turned his attention to. 

"None. According to Thor he just up and poofed. He was in the middle of atoning before the Buckingham of Asgard and... just warped on out."

So you've heard.

"Hill has been working every lead she can but... the Asgardians are a little touchy-feely on the whole 'earthlings in the domain of the Gods' thing."

"Understandable," you mutter absently.

Tony sits up. "Only time will tell."

...Indeed.

Home.

Unit 1131. 

Lonely.

It wasn't before all this... It was full to the brim with contentment. It was comfort, it was bliss. It was indulgent mornings slept beneath the covers and bright music in the kitchen. Cheap wine from the liquor shop on the corner and homemade meals. It was "I finally made it". 

Now, it's none of that.

Because he's out there — and you know that you don't belong here anymore.

You drop your bag by the door. 

Your boots follow in a trail. 

Sigurd mews expectantly, and you scoop him wordlessly into your arms as you weave through the chaos of papers and books. Your carpet is hidden beneath a layer of obsession masquerading as research.

But, there's one thing that pulls you back in each time.

It's that photo. 

The one Darcy had pointed at earlier.

Loki is being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower. He's looking back at something, and his expression is broken.

It's you.

You know he's pleading with Thor at that moment through a muzzle, desperate to call your name. He's looking at you, being whisked away by S.H.I.E.L.D. as they clear the area, and your voice is silenced by grief. 

You wish you had called out to him then — told him you'd find him again. 

Regret is a hell of a thing.

Grief, too. 

How do you mourn something you never really had? Not here, not in this timeline. 

So you stand there, in the dim lights of your apartment, staring at the photo. And you cry. Just like every night, for the last six months.

In your desk, that magical little daisy made of grass waits.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

That's the mission.

Mobius M. Mobius thinks it's funny — back then, man if only he would have known that lil' hunch of his was right. Maybe a part of him did. And... Now? Things are different. I mean, everything is different. The TVA is different. 

Loki is different.

They say to be loved is to be changed an' all that. 

The first thing out of Loki's mouth was your name when Mobius finally saw him again — and then a word vomit of panic, induced by the death of He Who Remains and... time-slippage as OB called it. Lotsa moving parts. Lots to keep track of. But, ultimately, they're in a better spot than they were yesterday. 

1.) Loki is no longer falling through the metaphorical cracks in time. 

2.) Mobius did not get toasted alive when standing before The Loom.

3.) He never, ever, ever has to do that again.

And now!

They're in London. 

1977, huh. Zaniac. 

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

...Unless you find him first.

Loki isn't exactly thrilled. 

No, Loki knows better than to get his hopes up. Sylvie isn't here. He already told Mobius that. It's too safe. It's a damned movie premiere. There are no radiation burns, no falling stars, and no rampant gunfire. It's too quiet. 

It's a movie premiere and you're out there, somewhere, alone. You're... you're lost. He can't protect you here. He can't protect anything. You... You're all he has and you're gone. 

And he's here, wasting his damn time. 

Brad Wolfe is about to waste more of his time. 

Loki's gaze is sharp. His strides are long, and as they approach the fray, the God stands amongst the tallest of guests. He cuts a mean profile. It's times like these that Mobius remembers he is a God.

(It's times like these that Mobius can also see the ever-increasing edge in his partner-in-time. It's a little... worrisome. But understandable. I mean, rip a God's soulmate from his hands and see what happens, right?)

"So, he's an actor now?" Loki comments off-handedly, his irritation grating his heartstrings in a way that reminds him of who he was before all this. He hates it. But, he's angry. He will get you back. Without you...

Without you, he doesn't know what he'll do.

"Or he's undercover."

As they weave, Loki's brows knot in distrust. "Looks pretty real to me."

It smells like cigarettes and perfume, and the flashbulbs bite sharply into Loki's peripherals. The raven-haired trickster winces, tucking his hands into his slacks. 

On the red carpet, X-5 moves from interview to interview. Occasionally his laughter rises above the clamor. Each time, Loki's nostrils flare and he rolls his eyes. 

It's when he reaches the end of the line that Mobius moves in. 

"Will there be a Zaniac Two?" 

The look on Brad's face says enough for Mobius to know there's more going on here than just an undercover bit. Brad's laugh, as equally pained as his smile, just cements the fact. 

"Mobius! Woah!" A clap on the shoulder, a big hug. "I used to work with this guy!"

Still a show. Still a weasel trying to survive on his little slice of time. 

"We're going to need to catch up," he begins, backing up slowly, "You know, why don't we chat after the show?"

"How about now, maybe?" Mobius counters just as Brad turns on his heel and comes face to face with Loki. 

The God sneers.

"Woah. Okay, ha, whole gangs here!" he chirps, "Isn't that... great? Wow. I mean, you look — you look great, Loki."

"Why thank you, Brad."

Brad's eyes are manic, and he's searching the crowd quickly — no doubt looking for an exit. Then, they catch something. When Brad claps his hands together and pats them on both Loki and Mobius' shoulders, the two TVA agents pause.

"Everything alright?" Loki asks, head tilting in faux concern.

"Everything is great, actually, because when I was here," he begins, words quick and anxious as he tries to weave some sort of story, "I met a mutual friend!"

"Sylvie?" Mobius asks tightly.

"No, no, uh, better—"

Loki's jaw tightens. Enough of this. "We have some mutual friends back at the TVA who would like a word, as well—"

"Doc!" calls Brad after finally finding her in the sea of people, turning on his heel and calling out over his shoulder, "I got people I need you to meet!"

And just like that, it's like Loki's whole world splits wide open again.

In the fray of photographers and journalists, in the fray of drinks and the haze of smoke, there's you. You're smiling at Brad, positively beaming. You're bright as a star and Gods, there's no one in the room when you step forward with a laugh.

Your dress is green. Your hair is different.

There's a beauty mark on your left cheek. His version of you has a scar that lies there. A mistimed gift from Sylvie before their period on Lamentis. 

"Doc, these are some of my friends from work," Brad points, his hand falling along your waist in a way that makes Loki's blood boil; the ex-TVA Hunter leans close to your cheek, "They're the real deal."

You laugh into your drink, then extend your hand to Mobius. He's trying his best to hide his growing dread. "It's a pleasure."

Mobius takes it and shakes it gently. "And how do you have the pleasure of knowing our starlet, Brad?"

Damn it. He's losing Loki in real time here.

"Doc here did all the practical effects on set for Zaniac," Brad's eyes connect with Loki's — but the God is focused on only you... Her. Until Wolfe digs in with a low murmur meant to do just what it does, "She's a real wiz with her hands."

The God's face snaps. He will kill Brad, he decides. But, then this other-you moves to offer her hand and he can't help but melt. 

His fingers are trembling when he touches her skin. 

"Have we met before?" comes the soft lilt of her voice — this Variant's eyes are brown. They search Loki's face for a shred of recognition but all that's there between the two of them is raw attraction. A law of time and space unhindered by meddling hands. No matter where, no matter when, you will find one another.

Loki's mouth is dry. Your lipstick shade is a dark rogue. He thinks about that kiss back in the Void. He's stuck there, with your hand in his, when Brad bolts.

Her face contorts in confusion. She pulls away. But, Loki lingers. 

He has to... He...

He needs you back. 

Now. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

Right Where We Belong

Loki x gn!reader

Word count- 3.7k

Dialogue prompt- “ you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasn’t about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you. “ Action prompt-[ SECRET ]: sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver.

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), protective!Loki, mutual pining, harassment, kidnapping, minor character death offscreen, feelings, romantic s.ex, praise, takes place mostly in a woodsy/forest area but I left it open as to where in the world it is, pet names (lovely, darling), no use of y/n

Notes- For my Year of Protectiveness @yearofcreation2023 . I've actually had a rough idea of this story in my head for about a year it just took some time to flesh it out and get it right. For that reason too, there's no series spoilers and is ambiguous as to where it fits on the timeline so you can imagine whenever.

This can be read as a prequel to In My Arms (Over and Over Again) but it can be read on its own. That fic is one of my pride and joys though so I recommend reading it after this one! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post new stuff!

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Midgard… Earth. It was the last place Loki ever expected to find himself, let alone willingly. Yet, it was the last place anyone would ever think to look for him. So it’s where he found himself when he wanted to be alone, unbothered by any pressures that surrounded him.

Loki had no idea where on the planet he was, but it didn’t matter. The trees of the forest surrounded him and created a shelter of peace where he would just breathe. The warmth of the sun hit his skin, and the fresh air from the trees filled his lungs. It was refreshing. It was peaceful. It was everything he needed.

But, as he made his way through the forest with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the birds around him, another sound made his eyes shoot open. The roar of a large animal snapped any notion of peace out of Loki’s mind as he found himself nearly face to face with bared, sharp teeth. He wasn’t worried, though, and he smirked as he brandished his dagger in his hand.

Just as Loki was about to attack, however, a voice from behind him made him freeze.

“Wait!”

Loki paused.

The voice continued, “It’s not aggressive, not really,” you were calm as you spoke, “Keep eye contact and back away slowly and it’ll leave you alone. There’s no need to kill it.”

Loki pondered his options. He could easily kill the beast and be done with it. But, there was something about your voice that swayed him, so he did as you instructed. Slowly, he stepped back, putting more distance between himself and the wild animal until it stopped growling and turned away. As it did so, Loki let out a deep breath. 

You also let out a sigh of relief as the tall stranger with black hair got closer to you, “She’s just defending herself,” you explained, “Must be a den or a nest around here somewhere. I bet she just had babies too.”

A smirk lit up Loki’s face, “Would you give that benefit of a doubt to anyone?” he asked as he turned to face you, revealing his face to you.

You gasped as you brought your hands to your face, “You’re…” your body tensed as you clearly recognized who you found in the woods, “Loki…”

“Would you have said the same thing if you knew who I was?” Loki challenged, yet no malice was heard in his voice, “Would you grant me the same courtesy?”

Silence filled the air between the two of you for several moments, the tension palpable. But, you exhaled, releasing the tension in your body as you did so, “I guess I would be a hypocrite if I said no, huh?” you said, trying to ease the tension.

Somehow, it worked, and it made Loki let out a genuine laugh. Something he hadn’t done in so long, and if he had to admit, felt nice. “What is your name?” he asked.

You told him. 

“Lovely,” Loki said genuinely.

It all blossomed from there. You and Loki fell into conversation easily and naturally, as if you had known each other for a lifetime. And the more time you spent in his presence, the more at ease you felt, not that you were scared of him in the first place. Nervous, yes, but Loki had a calming air about him, and something told you it was ok. And Loki, for one reason or another, felt comfortable around you. You had the same calming aura about you that Loki felt drawn to, and he found he actually wanted to stay and talk to you longer.

That never happened with anyone before… Loki wondered why that was. 

Before you knew it, the sun started to set, and you looked up with a gasp, “It’s getting late,” you breathed, “I…” you paused as you stared into Loki’s eyes, “I should go.”

Loki bid you farewell with a nod and watched you leave. And he already decided he was going to keep an eye on you until you were safe. He wasn’t going to let you know, though, and he stayed in the shadows, keeping watch over you from afar. And as he did, he couldn’t help but notice the new feeling in his chest. Sure, Loki had bedded princes and princesses, lords and ladies, and common men and women. But, you… you were different. And he couldn’t help the feeling of fondness towards you.

You seemed to know the path well, and you made your way to the clearing at the edge of the woods in no time. Behind you was the fantasy world, the forest, the place where your life just changed forever. In front of you was the real world, civilization, the daily grind. Taking a deep breath, you took the first step back into reality. 

But, as you started to leave, you suddenly found that you were not alone. A chill ran up your spine as a group of men whistled at you, and closed in on you quickly.

“Hey there sweetheart,” one of them grinned darkly.

You didn’t reply, but your hands shook as you looked around for an escape plan.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” another chimed in, “We just want to talk to you.”

A whimper escaped your lips as you hated the helpless feeling that came over you. But, a growl in the distance called all your attention, and everyone snapped over and saw a shadowy creature. All that was visible were glowing eyes and sharp teeth, but it was enough to scare the men away. You, on the other hand, backed away and tried to make yourself smaller in hopes that whatever it was would chase them, and you let out a heavy breath when you felt a rush of wind past you and heard a roar in the distance where the men ran off to.

You stood still for several moments as you processed what happened. For some time, you didn’t dare move, yet something within said you were safe. There was a familiar feeling around the air, as if you were being watched. Yet, you didn’t feel threatened like with the men who approached you. Looking around, you took one tentative step away from where you stood  in hopes of finding someone, yet you were alone. After letting out a deep breath, you turned and left, smirking to yourself; you had a hunch who was responsible for the shadowy creature that saved your life. After all, you did notice that the shadowy creature had bright green eyes.

In the shadows, Loki smiled with satisfaction.

*

One week to the day later, you found yourself back at the same spot. You weren't sure why or what you were expecting, yet you couldn’t help but find your way back there. The sun shone through the trees, warming your skin, and you felt at peace here.

“Well, it looks as if you and I had similar ideas, darling,” a voice chimed through the trees.

“Loki,” you breathed as you turned around and met his gaze. The tension you momentarily held in your shoulders melted away and you grinned widely, “Were you stalking me?” you asked cheekily.

“Never,” Loki replied, “It seems mere coincidence that we both came back to this spot on the same day.”

You gave him a pointed look, but the smirk never left your face, keeping the tone light.

“I promise,” Loki raised his hands in mock surrender, “I’ll never lie to you, my lovely.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the world around you suddenly felt hot, “I.. Uhhh,” you stumbled over your words, unsure of how to respond, “Thanks,” you decided on in a low mumble.

Loki returned the grin you gave him earlier, “Shall we sit, darling?” 

It turned into a routine for the two of you. Every week on the same day at the same time, you and Loki met in the woods. It was your escape from the world for both of you. It became a comfort for each of you to seek solace in the other. Although neither of you ever officially made plans, or said you’d be back the next week, you always were. 

For you, it was an escape from your life, from your stresses, to meet with Loki. And though you never thought you’d make friends with a Norse god, you were grateful for him. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when you realized tomorrow was your meeting day, and you forced your heart to calm its wild beating as you stood in the woods waiting for him.

And as for Loki, he felt the same way. He never expected to find peace and solidarity on earth, and he certainly didn’t expect to fall… Loki laughed at himself, for so long he chastised his brother for loving someone from earth and here he was… They have more in common than Loki cared to admit. And he wasn’t ready to fully admit his feelings for you yet. They were there though.

Loki paced around the forest; it was unusual for you to not be there waiting for him. It was rare he felt nervous, but Loki couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his gut. Everything in him screamed that something was wrong, and after he waited long enough, Loki decided he was going to look for you.

And may the gods help if anyone hurt you…

*

You groaned as your body ached. The last thing you remembered was that you were on your way to meet Loki for your weekly rendezvous when you bumped into a group of men who looked like they were up to go good. You gasped and tried to run, but one of them grabbed you. You tried to scream, but no one heard you, and the last thing you heard before a cloth covered your face was, “Wrong place wrong time, sweetheart.”

And that was how you found yourself in a locked room tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. You wiggled in your binds as much as you could, but it was no use. They were tied too tight, and you had no idea where you were anyway even if you could break free. You didn’t even know what time or what day it was. And you whimpered softly when you realized that you would most likely never see Loki again…

Or so you thought.

Gunshots and screams from a distance called your attention and you snapped up to strain to listen. You faced where the source of the sound was, even if you couldn’t see anything. You didn’t dare move, however, since you had no idea what was happening. Were you going to be safe with whoever attacked the men who kidnapped you? Or would it be worse? You held your breath, pressing your lips together as you tried to calm your trembling hands.

The screaming went on for what felt like hours, and you could only imagine what the men were fighting in their last moments. Part of you didn’t want to dwell on it, but part of you had to have hope that whoever it was would be your savior. You never, however, expected to hear your name after the screaming stopped.

“Loki?” you whispered. When his voice called your name again, you shouted back, “Loki!”

The door burst open, and you heard Loki breathe your name in relief as he rushed over and untied you, “You’re alright, it’s me.”

“Loki?” tears filled your eyes as you were filled with disbelief that he was actually here. He actually came. For you. “You…?”

“I’m here,” he cupped your face, “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head as you felt your body tremble, “A little sore, but I’m ok,” you froze as you looked into his eyes and your heart skipped a beat at the look on his face, “Loki… You… You came for me?” your voice was shaky. 

Loki grinned, “Darling… You underestimate how much you mean to me. I wasn't about to let them hurt you. and I certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you.”

Before you could stop yourself, you lunged forward and kissed him deeply. Your bodies smashed together as you pushed everything you had into him, clinging to him hard. You trembled as your emotions overwhelmed you and for a moment, you lost yourself into the feeling of Loki’s lips. It brought a comfort unlike anything you were expecting, and a lone tear fell down your cheek. But, then you realized what you did.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed as you tried to pull away, “I don’t know what came over me.”

Loki just mumbled your name as he cupped your chin and gently turned you so you met his gaze. There was a sure look in his eyes, and it told you everything you needed to know. This time, it was Loki who closed the gap between your faces, kissing you once more. His kiss was more tender, but very purposeful, and Loki wasted no time in darting his tongue past your lips.

You moaned into the kiss as you lost yourself in the emotions once more. For a moment, you forgot where you were as Loki became your entire world. Nothing existed beyond him and his kiss. And the taste of him was immediately intoxicating.

But, neither of you could stay like that forever, and after one last peck on your lips, Loki broke away. He stayed close to you, however, and his voice stayed low and soft and comforting, “Let’s get you out of here.”

Without a word, you nodded.

*

“Sorry it’s not much,” you stood nervously at your front door as you let Loki inside your place, “It must be completely different than what you’re used to…”

Loki caressed you as he reassured you, “It’s wonderful, darling,” he purred. Truthfully, he wasn’t even paying much attention to your place; Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Feeling his heavy gaze on you, you turned back from where your eyes wandered around the living space and you felt a tingle up your spine at the way Loki eyed you, “Loki…” you whispered. 

Time felt like it stopped as you stared into each other’s eyes. Your breath caught in your chest as you felt your heart pound. Between the way his hands cradled your form and the way he looked at you with those dark eyes, you knew exactly what Loki was thinking. And before you lost your nerve, you made your move.

You crashed yourself into him as you pressed your lips into his. Loki immediately yanked your close, his hands roaming up and down your sides as he deepened the kiss. Both of you moaned into each other as you savored the taste of the other. Heat rose in the room as passions erupted, and there was only one thing on both of your minds.

“Bedroom is this way,” you murmured, your tone low, “You want to…?”

“I thought you’d never ask, my lovely,” Loki smirked.

Sliding your hand in his, you led the way, and Loki kept a cheeky grin on his face as he waved his hand the moment you crossed into the bedroom. Suddenly, all your clothes were piled neatly on the dresser, his next to yours. Before you could react to his antic, Loki pounced on you, crashing both your bodies onto the bed.

You landed on your back with Loki overtop of you. You gasped as you found yourself in such a vulnerable position, yet you weren’t scared. You could never be scared of Loki. No, there was a different feeling that pulsed through your veins, and it made your body warm at the thought of what was to come. 

Loki hovered over you, his hands on either side of your body. As he trailed up and down your figure with his eyes, Loki felt his cock harden and his heartbeat quicken, “You are absolutely lovely,” he purred, “A decadence of perfection.”

All you could do was whimper as your mind went blank. No one ever whispered such sweet and beautiful words to you, or about you, before. Your hands roamed all over Loki’s bare chest, and you felt a rush of need between your legs as he groaned at your touch. “Please, Loki,” you whispered, “Don’t tease me right now.”

He smiled down at you as he caressed the side of your head, “Don’t worry, darling,” Loki’s tone was just as low as yours, “Let me show you how a god makes love.”

The moan you let out echoed in the room as Loki leaned in and attached his lips to your skin. With expert precision, he nibbled and licked and sucked at every spot that made you mewl, as if he had touched you a thousand times before. Loki groaned into your skin as he kissed his way across your chest before latching onto your nipple.

You arched your back, allowing Loki more access to your body as you dug into his shoulders. Your mind swam in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, driving you wild. Bucking your hips into his, you murmured his name once more, begging him for more.

“I’ve got you, darling,” Loki hummed as he kissed his way back up your body, “Exquisite,” his voice was a low rumble that went right to your core. Loki noticed of course, “You like that, darling?” he asked, amused.

He didn’t give you the chance to properly answer as he rocked his hips against yours, dragging his cock between your legs. The action made you moan even louder and you dropped your head down onto the mattress. “Fuck… Loki…”

He exhaled sharply with a grin as he did it again, feeling a tingle up his down spine as he rocked himself against your body. But, as much as Loki wanted to prolong this, the way you cried out, and especially moaned his name, made him more impatient than usual. “Are you ready, darling?” he asked as he reached between your bodies and lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Please, Loki.”

Loki groaned as he slowly pushed himself inside you, feeling your warmth engulf him. Both of you gasped loudly as he filled you inch by inch. You cried out as he pushed deeper inside you, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him as much as you could, holding him tightly.

Once Loki’s hips met yours, he immediately started a slow yet harsh pace. Skin slapped against skin as Loki drove his cock into you over and over again. Your mouth dropped open as the moans and cries flowed freely- music to his ears.

“That’s it, darling,” Loki purred, “So beautiful…” he mourned your name as he lost himself in you.

As Loki’s cock hit that one spot deep inside you, your eyes shot open and you screamed louder, “Loki! Fuck! Yes!”

He growled as he picked up his pace, aiming for that spot every time, “I’m close too, darling,” he groaned, “Fuck, you’re so lovely.”

“Loki…” you whimpered as you saw stars and felt your skin tingle.

It only took a few more thrusts for you to completely fall apart and you came with a loud scream. Your nails dug into his skin as your entire body trembled. Never in your life had you felt a pleasure like this, and it brought fresh tears to your eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

Loki groaned as he watched the spectacle you put on just for him. His arms trembled as he fought to keep himself overtop of you, not wanting to miss a moment of your climax. Although you couldn’t hear over your screams, Loki mumbled soft praises as you came on his cock. And he had never seen anything in the nine realms more beautiful than you were right there in that moment.

And that was when Loki couldn’t hold back any more. He came hard, his own orgasm overtaking his entire body. And Loki did something he had never done before in bed- he moaned your name as he spilled himself deep inside you. Tears of his own formed in the corners of his eyes as he gave one last thrust before he fell forward.

Heavy breaths filled the room as you both came down from your highs. Loki placed a series of feather light kisses on your skin wherever he could reach as he caressed your body tenderly. Once he gathered his strength, he carefully pulled out of you, kissing the side of your head as you gasped. Loki didn’t go far, though, and he settled in your bed with you gathered safely and secretly in his arms. Together, the two of you laid like that for several moments in a comfortable silence.

Until you broke it with a question that had been on your mind for some time, “Why me?” you asked. 

Loki grinned, “Remember the day we first met?” he paused as you nodded, “You can see beyond what’s in front of you, and that, my lovely, is a rare occurrence in the universe,” Loki cradled you in his arms as you let out a deep breath, “Sleep now. I’ll watch over you. You’re always safe with me.” He placed a feather light kiss on your head.

“I know I am,” you yawned contently, “Loki I…” you fell asleep mid thought.

Loki watched you for some time as he whispered to your sleeping form, “I’ll protect you, darling. No one will ever harm you again, I’ll make sure of it.” 

As Loki watched you sleep, he noticed that the beat of your heart was the exact same rhythm that drew him to earth time and time again. It was like a siren song that called out to him although neither if you were aware of it. Was it soulmates, as your people would call it? Perhaps… but Loki was never one to believe such fables… until now. He smirked to himself before he fell asleep in the last place he expected. But it was right where he belonged. And you were right where you belonged: safely in his arms.

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[nyxlaufeyson]

Mad Happiness

Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Reader

Type: Fluff + Angst

Wordcount: 1,290

Synopsis: Your parents are dead set on having you marry Thor, and forbid you from seeing Loki until they realize you and Thor won't work out.

A/N: This is for @little-diables 15k celebration contest! This fic uses a Hamlet quote which will be in bold and italics.

You paced the room, counting every step and taking calculated breaths. Isabelle, your handmaid, had gone to check the mail. You and Loki were banished from seeing each other, but that wouldn’t stop your communication. 

Isabelle walked in, and you rushed over to her. In her hands lay a golden envelope with the royal stamp. You kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, thank you Isabelle!” 

She simply nodded. While Isabelle was not keen on your insistence to remain in touch with Loki, she could tell that the two of you were madly in love. She loved you like a mother, and wanted to see you happy.

You sat down at your desk, carefully opening the envelope with a letter opener so as not to rip it. The paper inside smelled of tea leaves and your prince. You unfolded it, holding your breath as you began to read.

My Dearest Flower,  It shall not be long until I hear your laugh again. Thor has managed to bring his mortal to Asgard, and Frigga is convincing Odin that they should give the couple their blessing. Once that is done, your parents will be forced to give up on the prospect of you and Thor. His love, Jane, is an interesting individual. I believe you will like her. Remind Isabelle that I am deeply indebted to her for delivering these letters. I feel mad enough as it is without seeing you, if I had no communication at all I would surely die.  Yours forever, Loki

You made your way to your bed with the letter still in hand, laying down on your back. Isabelle watched you blush and smile at the ceiling as she moved to get you ready for bed. 

His love was something you could hold onto, even after your parents forbid you from meeting with him. Isabelle stood at the foot of your bed, trying to get your attention away from the sparkling daydreams that filled your head. 

With a wave of her hand, you came back to the room and gave her a soft smile. “Oh! Loki sends his thanks. He says he is ‘deeply indebted’ to you.” 

Isabelle chuckled. “Smooth talker, that one is. You better keep an eye out for lies.” She talked like she believed Loki to be the dark prince of lies. However, she sensed that he would never lie to you.

You let her help you up, still dazing. “I love him.” You whispered, and she sighed, taking your hand and walking you over to the bath. 

“I know.” She said simply, undoing the strings on your clothes and helping you step into the warm bathwater. 

As she scrubbed you, your mind wandered to the first time you told your parents about your love for Loki. They had looked at you indecorously, calling you mad.

“You're young, you don’t know what you want. You don’t know what’s best for you.” Your mother said.

“We are the only ones looking out for your future, and you repay us with these childish feelings?” Your father asked, shaking his head. “Absolute madness.”

They had already been quite upset, but you made it worse with your reply. “Aren’t we all a little mad? What is love if not madness?”

Your father slammed his fist on the table, dismissing your words. “That’s enough. Go to your room.” You began to protest, but it fell on deaf ears and you were forced to retire for the night into your room.

Even now, with Thor clearly in love with another, they did not give up on trying to get you in wedlock with the crowned prince. No matter how many times you declared that you loved Loki. It didn’t matter that he was still a prince, it wasn’t good enough for them.

They called your love for each other immature. They said that you weren’t thinking clearly, and had tried several times to snap you out of your ‘trance.’They declared your love to be out of a delirious high of happiness that made you throw all of your common sense out the window. 

You couldn’t care less what your parents thought about you and Loki. You had never wanted to marry Thor anyway. Although he was a total sweetheart, he didn’t have your heart. And you didn’t have his. Thor fell for a Midguardian girl that he met during his brief banishment to Midgard.

It wouldn’t be long until your parents would be forced to accept reality. Once Thor and Jane were married, it would all be okay. You just had to hold on a little bit longer.

~~~~~

A sob burst out from downstairs. It was your mother. You rushed downstairs, finding your mother crying on your father’s shoulder. In his hand was a letter, an envelope with the royal stamp laying open beside him. 

A grin spread across your face, despite your better judgment. You quickly smothered it, not wanting to further upset your parents.

“What’s all the fuss about?” You asked, walking over to them. Of course, you could easily tell that the letter they just opened announced Thor’s wedding with another.

Your mother barely could stop her cries to talk to you. “We-” She managed to choke out. “We have received a royal wedding invitation.”

You let yourself genuinely smile. “That’s wonderful.” You said. Your father scowled at you, although he was not surprised in the least. 

“Now what are we going to do! Our daughter will never become royalty!” You refrained from rolling your eyes.

Walking over to your mother, you took her hand in yours. “Mother, I believe you are mistaken. Remember how there are two princes?” You asked, and she glared at you.

She shook her head, frowning. “Loki does not have the reputation that Thor does, and he will tarnish your-and our-reputation.” 

“Mother, please. Reputation or not, I still love him, and he loves me. Why can’t you see that? Shouldn’t you want nothing but joy for your daughter? He brings me happiness! A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. Deprive me of this mad happiness and I will not be able to function. I may be mad now, but you have not seen the least of just how mad I could be without my beloved.”

Your parents stood silent, stunned by your words. The clearing of Isabelle’s throat made you turn around to find her standing with a gaping Loki. You curtsied, and facing you, Loki recollected himself and regarded your parents. 

They ignored him, much to your dismay, so you turned around to scowl at them. They seemed to recollect their senses and bowed.

Loki gave them a tight smile. “I have come to ask of you to join me as my date to the royal wedding. If that is alright with your parents.” He knew they wouldn’t say no. They couldn’t.

Your father sighed, having weighed his options. Although Loki wasn’t the perfect individual for you, he would have to work now that Thor was off the table. Plus, you were right, he was still a prince. Second in line to the throne, which wasn’t completely undesirable. “Of course, your highness, we approve. Isabelle, how about you fetch some tea for our guest?” 

Isabelle rushed off to get some tea, and your parents left you alone. Loki slowly walked up to you, looking you in the eyes. It took every ounce of self control that you had to not immediately run into his arms and kiss him. “My love.” 

“My prince.” You breathed, and he took your hand and kissed it. You dropped your self control, removed your hand from his lips, and smashed your lips onto his.

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[lokisbirdofhermes]

You are an incredibly successful campaign manager who is approached by the God of Mischief himself--Loki. Loki has been banished from Asgard for sabotaging Thor's coronation and has been living on Midgard for three years. He wants to run for president and he wants your help to get him there. You're not remotely interested until Loki offers you a spot in the Asgardian court if you say yes. It's an offer you just can't refuse, so you get ready to accompany the trickster Norse god on the road to the White House. Loki/Black Female Reader AU.

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[latent-thoughts]

Ravished by a God - Chapter 37

ummary: When a God decides to chase you, what do you do?

You’re Tony Stark’s employee, living in the famed Stark Tower. One day, you get cornered by the notorious God of Mischief and have a very revealing experience about your own kinks. Hence begins your clandestine dance with Loki, who is all too keen to claim you as his and show you all the forbidden pleasures he has to offer.

However, your kinky dance with him is not the only concern you have. Something murky is brewing within SHIELD, and Tony Stark specifically wants you to find the root of it. What can a mere human do when caught between superheroes, gods and a deviant government? You’re about to find out.

[WARNING: This work contains NSFW explicit and taboo sexual themes like noncon/dubcon, BDSM, spanking, etc. It is strictly 18+. Reader discretion is advised. Consume your media wisely.]

Pairing: Loki/Reader

The next morning, you woke up to the sensations of intense sexual pleasure (and some soreness too). As you got your bearings, you realized that Loki had insinuated his head between your legs, and his mouth and tongue were working hard on you.

“Oh…” Immediately, your heart stuttered a beat and began to race. “I like this wake up call.”

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[literatureatthebowofnails]

A/N: This drabble is for the 14 Days of Valentines community project hosted by @muddyorbsblr. I'm so thankful to be a part of it and I hope you all enjoy!

The song

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Just a bit of fluff at a gala

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"Six months. Six months and you're just now telling me you're an Avenger?!"

"Shhh! I'm not really an Avenger yet. More an Avenger in training..." you roll your eyes at Wanda's attempt to placate you. "So will you come?"

"Of course, I'll come. If I can find something to wear," you take a sip of your coffee, mentally rummaging through your closet. "I'll see if Bram will give me the next morning off."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she nearly bounces in her enthusiasm. "It really means a lot."

You check your phone and stand. "I'm going to go back in, but this conversation is not over. You have a lot to spill. You want another turek?"

☕

You tug at the draping embellishment on your shoulder, chewing your rouged lip as you wait to check your coat. Avengers Tower is even more intimidating than you expected, swarming with the rich, the powerful, the famous, and of course the press.

"Here," you text Wanda as you enter the ballroom and look around. Someone who looks suspiciously like Caitlyn Jenner, 'and probably is,' you remind yourself, stands near the bar talking with the Falcon. In a nearby cluster of seats the Winter Soldier, a worn paperback in hand, drinks with a balding man who appears surprised and flattered by the attention.

"Hey!" Wanda greets you as she nears, a stoic blond in tow. She introduces you to Vision. "I'm so glad you made it. I was just telling Vis you're the only person in the city that makes turek like they do back home."

"I was very pleased to hear Wanda's found someone outside the tower to bond with," the android notes. "Unfortunately, I must excuse myself. I believe Mr. Stark requires my attention."

"He seems nice," you grin at her. "How long have you two been together?" You take a couple cocktails from a passing waiter, handing her one as you circle the dance floor.

"Is it that obvious?" she glances around. "We haven't exactly told anyone yet."

"Your secret's safe with me," you laugh. "Though I don't think any of your teammates will be asking me anything."

As the two of you chat, you get the feeling you're being watched. You glance around, but don't make eye contact with anyone, so you shrug it off. As you turn back to Wanda, Clint Barton approaches.

"Hey kid, who's your friend?" he asks.

She makes your introductions, explaining that Clint was the one who recruited her mid-battle. "She's an alarmingly powerful witch," he says, a note of pride in his voice. "Even got into Thor's head."

Your eyebrows rise in curiosity.

"My specialty is creating illusions. When we met, I used my power to instill fear in the Avengers; toyed with their memories to manipulate them." She looks at Barton. "But not you. You saw me coming."

"Like I said, once was enough," he looks up. "Speak of the devil..."

"...and he shall appear," a voice smoothly completes from behind you.

Lace and satin swish as you face the inhumanly tall newcomers. "Hello, my lady," the blond booms, gesturing to himself. "Thor of Asgard, and my brother Loki."

"It's lovely to meet you, darling," the dark god kisses your knuckles in greeting.

"H-hi," you respond as gentle cords roll through the room.

"May I have this waltz?" he asks, his thumb grazing the back of your fingers.

"Um, yes," you feel warmth spread to your cheeks as he leads you to the dance floor.

He guides your left hand to rest on his shoulder, slipping his arm around your waist to pull you close. "Are you familiar with the Victorian rotary waltz?"

"I don't really know any waltzes," you admit.

"That's quite alright, darling. I'm an excellent lead," his left hand covers your right, holding it near your thigh as he sways at the edge of the floor, small steps allowing you to catch the rhythm. As he pivots you into the line of dance you instinctually look to your feet. "Eyes on me. I assure you my toes will be quite alright."

You raise your lashes obediently, allowing him to steer you, losing yourself in his viridian orbs.

"You're a natural. Are you sure you haven't danced before?" he asks.

"Just a bit of ballet."

"That explains your excellent posture," he smiles. "With this style of waltz, you'll want to slip your right foot between mine as you step forward." You do so and your steps become more fluid.

"What brings you to this gala?" he asks.

"Wanda asked me to come. She's a regular at the cafe where I work."

"So, you make the coffee you mortals are so fond of?"

"Amongst other things," you laugh. "We're best known for our kolaczkis. They're a Czech pastry."

"You've piqued my interest," a smirk tugs at the edge of his lips.

"We're uptown," you smile. "In Yorkville. I work most mornings if you'd like to come by."

He spins you as the song comes to a close, his arm never leaving your back, and leans into a gentle dip. His eyes simmer with intent. "I'll be sure to make an appearance."

A/N: I'm hoping to make this a series of drabbles to continue through the event. If things work out, we'll get to see more of their firsts (ideally with more detail in the coming pieces).

Thanks for reading!

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

Stolen Moments

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Sea of Love by Cat Power

Word Count: 100

Summary: Worlds apart, he’d find a way to steal a moment with you.

Sunlight streamed through the open window to wash over bed, sweetly warming your flesh after a night chilled by the ocean breeze. Limbs stretched, back arched, you immediately felt his cool presence at your back. An arm wrapped round your waist and lips peppered kisses across your neck, up your cheek.

“Is this real?”

His hum tickled your ear.

“For now.”

Rolling onto your back you stared up into his pale face, his blue eyes studying you with a tenderness revealed only in the privacy of these moments.

You whispered against his lips, “then let’s make the most of it.”

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[highkey-loki]

Loki: *about to kill someone*

(Y/N): “Pookie you promised you wouldn’t hurt them…”

Loki: “Not here kitten whiskers, daddy will discuss it later!”

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[thirsty4villains]

Bound | A Loki x Reader Fanfic - Chapter 20

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut, human sacrifice, mentions of torture, blood and injury, violence, angst

Tags: slow burn, romance, smut, fix-it, canon divergence of Avengers Infinity War/Endgame, AU, humor, limited use of Y/N, action, sharing a bed

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Summary:

A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don't know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.

It's been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You've been bound to Loki.

CHAPTER 20

It was so very strange to wake up and not feel the bond to Loki. For months it was just another part of your life. You woke and went to bed feeling this need, this passion, to be around Loki. It was weak at first, but grew by the day until you didn’t just want to be around him, you wanted to be with him. The bond grew into a hunger – it did for both of you. And now that the deed was done, instead of feeling this odd tug in this chest, this invisible string connecting the two of you, you were free.

With the bond gone, now all that you had to contend with were the butterflies. Because no, you were no longer bonded with Loki magically, but in the process of this entire experience, you ended up forming a different bond with him.

You wondered if there is a way to undo a sacrifice without having to meet its conditions. Perhaps, somewhere, there is a hidden tome or forgotten ritual that could have freed you from Loki. Perhaps, but now that you no longer needed to find it, you would never know.

You berated yourself for taking so long to have sex with Loki, because by god was he phenomenal. This whole time you’d been saving your pride and dignity when you could have been having the best orgasms of your life. However, that first one probably would not have been as earth-shaking had you not waited so long.

All jokes aside, you were happy the way things turned out the way they did. You just wondered… What happens now?

It was early evening, a few hours since you’d taken your nap. You actually may have been able to sleep longer, but your raging stomach woke you up first.

“I am feeling rather famished too,” Loki said. “Come, let’s clean up and then get some supper.”

Loki drew a bath. The bathroom was a lovely peach marble, the glossy stone bathtub was big enough to hold half an elephant. Loki conjured some candles and incense to freshen up the room, and poured oils into the bathtub.

He stepped into the tub after you, holding a bar of soap. “May I?”

“Please,” you replied.

Loki gestured for you to sit against him, so you did. Laying your naked back against his chest, the god began to lather soapy bubbles on you, scrubbing your skin from head to toe. However, he did pay heavier attention to certain areas of your body, namely your breasts and thighs. No matter where he rubbed, his wandering hands tended to return to your erogenous zones.

It wasn’t very long until you were wet in other areas. Loki was like a bloodhound in the way he just smelled your arousal, knowing exactly what to do and where. He plunged two fingers inside of you while another thumbed at your clit. You tensed underneath his touch as he rubbed your slick walls, and touching your backside his length was hard and ready.

“Lift,” he commanded, and you did with no hesitation. In one swift motion, Loki was inside you. Your body needed to accommodate the sudden girth, and you moaned as he stretched you.

“It’s slippery, so hold on tight.”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned, gripping the sides of the bathtub as he began to move inside you. Ripples of lukewarm water occupied the tub. Your body was still tired from your previous excursions, so thankfully all you had to do was keep upright. Loki did the rest of the work, moving his hips within you.

Then, he picked up the pace, moving one hand between your legs to fondle your clit as he did so. His cock railed into you, your fingers blushed red as you held tight on the bathtub’s edges. You moaned ceaselessly as Loki moved inside you. The ripples transitioned into waves, sloshing over the sides of the tub and onto the marble floor. Your cunt clenched as Loki brought you higher and higher, one hand delivering you pleasure and the other keeping your hips in place so that his cock could adequately fuck you.

Your moans bounced off the walls and around the room, and Loki’s hips snapped into you, delivering the last few thrusts as he came inside you. His moans and erratic movements pushed you over the edge and you came with the god, milking his seed from him. You shuddered and sat back against him once he removed himself from you. The two of you panted heavily.

“You feel oh-so lovely, my dear. I can’t get enough of you,” Loki said with his lips pressed to your ear. He nibbled on your neck.

Your head spun as you were still coming over your high. He chuckled, taking your lack of response as his commendation.

“Let us finish cleaning up and then go to supper.”

To that you could at least nod.

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When you and Loki finished cleaning up and getting ready, you went down to get supper together. In the dining hall, many of the other inhabitants of Valhalla also ate. As was customary for every meal, the tables were filled with all sorts of delectable items so that no one could want for food or taste.

The chatter in the large room died down when the two of you entered. Every head turned. The talking was replaced by whispers and giggles. You watched as people clearly gossiped about you and the god with hands over mouth. Instantly, you grew self-conscious.

“They’re talking about us,” you whispered to Loki.

“Let them. There is no shame in what happened last night. Besides,” he turned to look at you and a smirk appeared on his face. “They are probably wishing they had a night so memorable as ours.”

You giggled, then Loki led you to the table the gods usually sat at – at the head of the room. Freya, Heimdall, Vidar, and Baldr were already there conversing and from the looks of their plates, finishing their dinner.

“Hello everyone,” you said as you and Loki seated yourselves.

The four gods smiled and shared a knowing look amongst themselves.

“Good evening you two,” Freya said, her smile the biggest of all. “How are you feeling?”

Heimdall chuckled quietly.

“Come out with it, Freya,” Loki said.

“Considering we all heard you two last night, I can assume you are no longer bound by the sacrificial magic?”

You blushed a bit, then smiled. “You’d assume correctly.”

“That’s fantastic to hear!” She got up from her seat to hug you. “And despite our disagreements, Loki, I am quite overjoyed that you two have found each other.”

“Were we really that loud?” you asked sheepishly, with a nervous smile still.

“Yes,” said Vidar, the god you’d only heard less than five words from in total. Everyone at the table erupted in laughter.

“But that’s a good thing that you two enjoyed yourselves and more importantly that you are no longer bound,” Freya said.

“Yes,” replied Loki.

As most people moved from dinner to dessert, Odin and Frigga entered the dining hall together. Odin held Frigga’s hand up with his own and guided her down the middle to the table the gods were seated at. Instead of sitting down, however, they faced the room. The crowd’s conversation and laughter died down as they anticipated an announcement from the Allfather.

“Warriors! Gods of Asgard! Is tonight’s feast treating you all well?”

The Vikings and gods all cheered in response.

“Excellent. Might I have a moment of your time for a special occasion?” The Allfather then gestured to Loki and you. “My son and this brilliant, brave human helped achieve the impossible. They defeated Thanos and brought back the population that was wiped out by him.”

The crowd cheered again.

“Loki, Y/N, approach,” Odin commanded.

Loki got up from his seat and stood before his father. You followed suit.

“Kneel,” Odin said. And you did.

With both Loki and you on your knees before the king of the Asgardians, Odin summoned a spear. It was a golden spear with two smaller prongs on either side, long and well-polished. Loki made a small noise of surprise – acknowledgement.

The Allfather held the spear in both hands and with the flat end, tapped Loki on his right shoulder, and then his left. Loki would tell you later that the spear was called Gungnir.

“Tonight, I grant my son, Loki of Asgard, the gift of life. If you so accept, you will be allowed to leave Valhalla – and Folkvangr,” Odin nodded to Freya, who simply raised her glass in response. “--and walk amongst the living again. However, you will not be able to return until you reach the end of your life.”

Loki cleared his throat. “Thank you, father.”

Odin said your name next. “Although you are not dead and are merely here because of the unfortunate circumstances that befell you, I extend you permission to leave, should you so choose. I am deeply sorry for what happened to bring you here, and I thank you for helping my son.”

Odin did the same with Gungnir to you, touching your right shoulder and then your left. When he pulled it back, you looked to Loki with teary eyes and a smile. He looked back, unable to hide his own watery visage.

“Rise,” commanded Odin, and both of you did. “What is your decision?”

Loki turned to you and repeated his father’s question. 

“I mean, you want to return, right? You said it yourself, you hate it in the afterlife,” you replied.

“Midgard isn’t much better, but it is something,” Loki said.

You rolled your eyes. “Earth doesn’t suck that much. But yes, my decision is to go back to the land of the living. And I’m not even dead! I was just stuck here with you.”

“Would you say ‘stuck’?” Loki said teasingly. “You weren’t forced to come with me anywhere, you could have stayed in Folkvangr. I would even venture to say that you quite grew to like me.”

“Some days more than others,” you said with a smirk.

Loki turned back to his father. “Yes, Allfather, I accept your gift to regain life.”

“I accept your gift to leave,” you said also.

Frigga then stepped forward and placed her hand atop Odin’s. Together, they raised their hands and a brilliant, golden light shone from them. The gods then touched Loki’s forehead, and the golden radiance encompassed the god of mischief, working its way from his head down until his entire body shone like the morning sun. The light was so bright that you had to shield your eyes. Loki turned his hands over, looking at the golden light emanating from them. Then, quickly, the light faded until it disappeared completely.

“Welcome back to life, Loki,” Frigga said, kissing her son on the cheek.

“Welcome back,” Odin said simply.

The entire crowd of gods and Vikings roared in claps, shouts, and hurrahs. Some even threw flowers

You hugged Loki with all the force in your body, nearly knocking him over by the sudden gesture.

“Foolish Earth woman,” he said and hugged you back, lifting you from the ground and giving you a spin. When he placed you back down, he spoke again. “I don’t have to stay in this wretched place, but since Asgard is gone I must live on Earth, and that is quite a strange thought to contend with.”

“I’ll show you around, take you to all the best restaurants,” you said. “We may have to disguise you though, considering…”

“Is there a place you know where I may stay?” Loki asked.

“Loki. We’re together now, you’re staying with me.”

He looked surprised, then smirked at your candidness.

“I didn’t want to intrude, or assume. But yes, I would like that.”

You shared a kiss, smiling when you broke off.

“I wanted away from you ASAP when we first met, but I couldn’t leave you,” you said. “Now, I have all the will in the world, but I want to stay right by your side.”

“Funny, that,” Loki said, stealing another kiss. “I can safely bet that the Norns are laughing right now.”

You and Loki made arrangements before your departure, and then it was time to say goodbye.

“You’ve really come such a far way,” Freya said to you that evening. “And you too, Loki. Have fun in life again, but when you die – should you come back to my realm, I am not letting you leave.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Loki.

“Mm-hmm,” she replied, unconvinced. Then she hugged you, “Goodbye, dear.”

“Goodbye, Freya,” you said, hugging her back.

She opened a portal back to the familiar Folkvangr, stepped through, and she was gone.

The same interactions were exchanged with Frigga and Odin. It was great to see Loki get along better with his father. It wasn’t exactly the closest father-son relationship, but it was miles apart from the way Loki talked about him and from their cold interaction when you arrived in Valhalla. It wasn’t quite cordial, but it was something. Their goodbyes didn’t involve a hug, but you definitely felt a strange sort of love from the interaction.

Frigga didn’t hold back her hugs though. She squeezed like she always did in a bear hug that she pulled you and her son into. She spoke with you and Loki for a few minutes before it was time to go.

“Before you go, tell Thor that I’m so proud of him. I miss him every day,” the goddess told Loki.

“I shall, mother.”

“Goodbye, my son,” she said, giving him one last, quick hug.

Then Heimdall stepped forward. “I can open the Bifrost, but know that once you are transported, the magic of this realm will not allow you back as long as you are alive.”

Loki nodded.

“And as the Allmother and Allfather said, I am proud of you too, Loki. You have come a long way since the little boy that would sneak into other realms somehow away from my gaze.”

A small corner of Heimdall’s lips turned upward.

“It wasn’t always easy, but it was fun when it worked,” Loki replied.

“Mm,” said the gatekeeper.

Then, the brilliant, blinding rainbow of the Bifrost opened.

“Goodbye Y/N and Loki,” Odin said.

Frigga waved. “Goodbye, I will miss you so much!” She wiped a tear from her eye.

Then, with hands clasped together, Loki looked to you. “Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

Together, you took a step forward and entered the bifrost. Once again you were transported through the tumbling, roaring rainbow that felt like eons but in truth only lasted a few moments. You felt the ground underneath your feet and the rainbow disappeared.

You were on Earth again. Actually on Earth: the Earth you knew and loved. The Earth full of life and adventure. 

And now it was Earth with Loki.

—----------------------

After hugging him again, you opened a portal to the very first place you wanted to show Loki now that he was going to live here on Earth with you. It was your favorite restaurant and it flashed in the image within the portal’s ellipse.

“No offense to the Viking food or anything, but I need something different,” you spoke, holding his hand.

“I, ah, actually have a different idea first,” Loki said.

“Oh?”

Loki made a movement with his hand, and a new portal formed next to yours. You allowed yours to vanish. On the other side was a small town, shown from bird’s eye view. It couldn’t have inhabited more than 500 people. There were a few homes, farms, and shops, and only one main road that went through it all.

“Where..?” you began to ask, but then Loki pulled you through with him.

The two of you appeared on the other side in the middle of the town square. A few people bustled there, shuffling between the few shops the village had. Others chatted with one another.

“Loki, where are we?” you asked. A chill went up your spine. Something seemed familiar about this town, but what you could not place.

“You’ll see,” Loki said, coldly. Then, out of nowhere, he shouted: “Townspeople!”

Most everyone in the immediate area perked their ears, turning their heads to the god.

He then cast a spell, and repeated: “Townspeople!” This time, however, his voice was amplified tenfold – like he spoke into an invisible megaphone. 

You covered your ears, flinching.

“It’s time we had a meeting!” Loki continued.

He waved his hand again, and a deep purple emanated from his fingertips. Within a minute, what seemed like every citizen of the small village arrived in the town square. Each of them arrived either on foot via running or by vehicle, and all had a purple haze around their heads until they filed in. The ones who ran to be there had to catch their breath. Every one of the new visitors seemed frenzied and concerned, and then once they finally settled in: confusion. There was chatter, and the town square filled with the sound of a hundred different conversations but of one topic: What was going on?

You tugged on the hem of Loki’s shirt. “Loki, what are you doing?”

“Soon, pet. Soon.”

From the middle of the square on a raised platform, where the mayor or other official would address the town, Loki asked one simple question.

“Where is Sherrie Freberg?” 

His voice was cold and low.

Your eyes widened. “Loki…”

“Why do you wanna know?” A man in the crowd asked. He looked to be in his late forties, balding. His brow was furrowed and fists balled.

“I’m glad you asked,” Loki said, straightening his back. His lips curled into a foxlike grin.

The god gestured to you. “After the Snap happened, this woman drove through this town, seeking nothing but nourishment before continuing her journey. Then, in her vulnerability, Sherrie Freberg captured her, strapped her to a pyre, and she was burned at the stake by you animals.” He spit as he said the word.

People in the crowd began to shuffle, and whispers were carried around. Some confused, others nervous. You wanted to stop Loki. This was going to go bad, very bad, but you felt like you couldn’t move.

“Have you nothing to say to that?” Loki prodded. A few people in the back of the crowd tried to snap out of the spell trapping them here, but Loki obviously was not relaxing his grip.

Then, another man came forward. You recognized him. Thick beard and a surly expression. He was one of the men who threw you into his truck and drove you to the place you were sacrificed – and goodness, that was years ago here on Earth. But for you, mere months. It still hurt you, traumatized you that people could do such a thing, treating you like a sheep for the chopping block. You had no voice, no input, nor agency, and it was terrifying.

The surly expression of the man dropped when he looked Loki in the eye. He was at the front of the crowd now, in front of the stage, looking up at the angry god.

“I am sorry, your greatness. Loki, god of mischief,” he spoke, putting his right arm over his chest. He kneeled. People in the crowd gasped. Some others kneeled and silently prayed in reverence.

Loki’s eyes widened for a moment, a flash of confusion, then anger. The man continued.

“We… We were frightened. The Snap, it took our loved ones from us and we didn’t know what to do. Ever since Thor’s return to Earth a decade ago, we converted to the Norse religion. There were gods walking among us, how could we not worship what was right in front of us? But nothing was working; we prayed, we performed rituals we read about in old books. We just wanted our families back and we resorted to…”

“To sacrifice?” Loki interrupted him.

The god squatted, placing his pointer finger and thumb under the man’s chin and pulled, forcing him back on his feet. The man groaned from discomfort. Then Loki let go, releasing his hand in disgust.

“Enough excuses. You think I pity you? What about her?” Loki asked, pointing to you. “You thought you killed her, hmm? That you could just forget? Her sacrifice would loom in your minds, but it would be easy to forget since she was merely a stranger to you. Oh, but she didn’t die that day. When one is sacrificed, the moment they would have died they are transported to the god they are given to. She felt every burning, licking flame upon her skin.”

The crowd was silent as the grave.

“Now I ask again,” Loki continued. “Where. Is. Sherrie. Freberg?”

“She’s my mother!” a woman called out. The woman was young, maybe mid-to-late twenties. She had dirty blonde hair and freckles across her face. She raised her hand to better draw attention to herself.

“And where is she?” Loki asked.

“She died three months ago,” the woman replied. “Unknown causes. I think her death was karma for what she did, to try and bring me and everyone else back. When the Avengers reversed everything, I learned shortly after coming back what she did. I was horrified. She made me swear not to tell anybody who returned.”

Loki was completely still as he analyzed Sherrie’s daughter. He flicked his hands, and the woman’s eyes glazed over. Her visage took on a neutral expression, and any hint of emotion or perception of her surroundings disappeared, like she’d been turned into a robot. After a few seconds, Loki repeated the action with his hand and she returned to normal. The woman gasped for breath and looked at her surroundings, completely unaware that she had just been bewitched.

“I believe you,” Loki said. He tapped his chin with a finger. “Well, what do we do now?”

“Loki stop!” you pleaded. You heard the townspeople’s explanations and enough was enough. You pulled his arm so he was forced to look at you.

“Why?” he asked. “Don’t you want retribution?”

“I… Maybe, I don’t know. But you’re scaring me. Half of the people here didn’t even have anything to do with what happened to me. They didn’t even know.”

“I’m doing this for you,” he said.

Loki then outstretched his hand, and the bearded man flew through the air. His throat connected with Loki’s open palm, which then snapped shut. The man gasped and gurgled as Loki began to strangle him with only one hand. People in the crowd screamed and tried to flee, but Loki’s spell that brought them here would not permit them to leave.

“Loki!” you shouted in fright.

“I said I am doing this for you,” Loki repeated with gritted teeth, squeezing harder upon the man’s neck.

The crowd screamed in terror as Loki continued his assault upon the man. He was a terrible piece of garbage, a stain upon the world for what he did. But half of the people here didn’t have anything to do with what happened to you. They didn’t deserve to be forced to witness this horrible spectacle.

And maybe the man did deserve to die, but what this was doing was hurting Loki, too. The mad, sadistic look upon his face as he choked the man out reminded you of the Loki you saw on the news in 2012 during his assault on New York; the Loki that was crazed, power-hungry, and utterly unsympathetic to the suffering of others. That may have been Loki once, but it wasn’t him now, and you couldn’t let him go back down that dark road to who he used to be.

“And I said STOP!” you screamed as you wound up a spell within you. Outstretching your arm, you used a similar spell on the man, but instead to pull him forward you pushed him back. 

The force was great enough to wrench open Loki’s palm and throw the bearded man back. He flew through the air and landed on his back on the end of the stage ten feet away from Loki. His face was a deep red and he gasped and coughed as air filled his lungs again.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Loki shrieked. 

The god’s attention was completely on you now, and in his distracted state the man clumsily climbed down from the stage with the assistance of the townspeople. He still hacked and coughed violently.

“Because this isn’t you anymore, Loki!” You shouted back. “I love you too much to let you become the monster you think you are!”

He shook his head violently, balling and unballing his fists. His right hand twitched, then with a spurt of rage he punched the podium, screaming as he did so. The wood shattered and jagged pieces flew through the air.

“I am a monster.”

“Not to me. You’ve changed.”

Loki laughed sardonically, shaking his head. At the very least, he seemed to calm down just a little.

“You are one of the strangest humans I have ever met.”

He was definitely calming down. You clasped his hands in your own. “And I love you, but don’t do something we’ll both regret.”

“What do you suggest I do then?” he asked. Loki was still very agitated, but more vulnerable. He turned his gaze to the crowd, to the man still gaining his breath back. The townspeople gasped, then he looked back at you. “What they did to you wasn’t right. It was barbaric.”

“Yes, I know that!”

He snarled. “They don’t deserve… Fine. Fine!” Loki threw his hands into the air. “Let me think.” 

A half minute passed as Loki pondered his options. The crowd was still deadly silent as they awaited Loki’s judgment. 

“Well,” Loki spoke. “As this is partially an Asgardian matter… Perhaps they should face Asgardian justice.”

“Meaning?”

—---------

Five minutes later, Thor and Valkyrie were on the stage with you. After some magic communication on Loki’s part, he caught them up to speed. They understood and agreed to meet, and with Stormbreaker and Valkyrie’s pegasus they arrived very quickly.

Despite Loki’s murderous tirade and actions, when more Asgardians arrived the townspeople gasped, some cheered and hurrahed. A few got down on their knees.

“These – these are the people that sacrificed her?” Thor asked, incredulous and outraged.

“Not all of them!” you interrupted quickly. “Half of them weren’t here when it happened.”

Valkyrie crossed her arms and glanced over the crowd. “I say we just kill the ones that did it.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Loki said. There was a slight sadistic glee in his voice.

“No,” Thor replied. “No, we can put those responsible on trial back in New Asgard. Imprison them or execute, whatever the people decide, but only after they receive a trial.”

“Fine then,” Valkyrie said, bored.

“If that is what our gods command,” the bearded man said.

After all that happened today, you were utterly shocked that the man still kept his faith and even agreed.

“I wish I could kill you,” Loki said. The man lowered his head in fear. “Do what you need to Thor, Valkyrie. I’m done here.”

Thor nodded.

“Thank you, Loki,” you said. He caressed your arm in silent acknowledgment.

“You may have made a few valid points,” he replied. “If this is settled, where were you taking me before all this? A restaurant?”

You blinked rapidly. Loki almost just murdered someone and now he was talking food? Your brain needed a moment to catch up. “Oh – I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

“Then I shall take us somewhere.”

He opened a portal and, holding your hand, he guided you through with him.

On the other side, rolling hills of grass stretched out for miles and miles. Small packs of snow were melting from the spring air, and the occasional tree swayed in the wind. The sun was close to setting for the night, moving closer to the west horizon.

“Are you furious with me?” Loki asked.

“I was. And I still am mad, to be honest. But what matters is that you stopped. The people who sacrificed me deserved justice, but I was worried you were gonna go on a spree and just murder the whole town.”

“I very well may have,” Loki said.

“And those people didn’t deserve it. Most of them didn’t even know.” You paused. “Yes, I am mad at you, but I’m also proud that you were able to stop and think of something else. They’ll get their justice, I know it.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

You shared a kiss, staring into his bright green eyes. After all this time, you still couldn’t believe that you fell in love with the god that tried to enslave your planet. He was a vastly different man now, because the man back in New York wouldn’t have listened to reason. He would have slaughtered them all. While definitely far from perfect, the now Loki – the one who taught you magic, who saved you from giants from Muspelheim, who let himself die to fight Thanos – was the one you loved.

He must have been thinking similar thoughts to you, because then he said: “Oh, mortal girl, how did I become tangled up with you?”

“Wrong place, wrong time?” you said, jokingly.

“Or perhaps the right place and the right time,” he said, brushing a thumb under your ear.

He pulled you in, initiating a deeper kiss, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He cupped his hand behind your head, the other resting on your waist. You kissed until your head spun and you had to break off for air.

“Again, I feel I must apologize for what you went through. Not just the sacrifice, but for when the fire giants kidnapped and hurt you, and that you got roped into fighting Thanos.”

“Oh, I –”

“And I also wanted to thank you for your courage, your intelligence, but most of all your kindness.”

“Thank you,” you replied. You felt your cheeks grow warm.

He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing them softly to your skin.

“So, where are we? What were you going to show me?” you asked.

“The World Tree: Yggdrasil.”

Loki guided you over the hills, taking your hand as he did so. As you got closer, you smelled salt in the air and heard a faraway crashing of waves.

“There’s snow here, but the ocean too? Where are we, Loki?”

“I believe it’s what you would call Norway.” Loki paused. “I am trying to recall where the spot is and I am hoping to find it before sun sets.”

“What are we looking for exactly? Giant tree branches in the sky? I’m not seeing any.”

“A hole in the ground, actually,” he corrected. “A window to a cave system below us.”

So you searched, splitting up to cover more ground. Eventually, something that fit the criteria caught your eye and you called Loki over.

“Yes, yes, this is it,” he confirmed.

You couldn’t see anything, only felt a slightly cool air wafting from this hole. It was about a foot long and about 7 inches wide at its largest point. Not large enough to fall into, but definitely wide enough to trip an unsuspecting hiker or even twist an ankle. You called ‘hello!’ into the hole, and the cave echoed the greeting back. Loki gave a light chuckle and teased you for your childishness.

“What does this have to do with Yggdrasil?”

Loki looked to the horizon, where the sun was about to touch. “You’ll see in three… two… one.”

The sun and the horizon met, and a faint glow emanated from the cave lip, the glow growing brighter by the second until you could make out the shape of a long, winding line which you soon realized was a giant branch. This branch snaked up through the cave lip and into the skies above, branching off into hundreds of tiny, smaller branches. It appeared in front of your eyes as if it had been here the entire time. The glow of Yggdrasil’s branches shined bright purples, pinks, and light blues, looking similarly rainbow colored to the bifrost Heimdall called.

These smaller branches seemed to extend miles up and out to where you couldn’t see their endpoints. After a few minutes, as the sunset grew gradually dimmer, the leaves of Yggdrasil popped into existence, twinkling yellow and white. Some of these leaves fell from the branches and you watched them carelessly fall to the ground, disappearing the moment they touched the ground.

You followed the branches above back to the base below in the cave system. Loki nudged your arm and pointed to a small creature running around the larger branches below. It was hard to make out until you noticed a twitching, bushy tail. 

“I’ve heard about this squirrel from a myth I read as a kid,” you said excitedly, watching it jump from branch to branch with ease. “I can’t remember his name, though.”

“Ratatoskr. He carries messages up and down the tree, from the eagles on top to the dragon Nidhogg below, and vice versa.”

“Can we see Nidhogg from here too?”

Loki shook his head. “I’m afraid not, he’s much, much farther down – at the tree’s roots. Hundreds of leagues down. Besides, the sun is about to disappear for the night, and Yggdrasil will too.”

The two of you took in the magnificent sight of the world tree for a few more minutes until the glow of the leaves disappeared; and then the rest of the tree went too, growing fainter and fainter, until the two of you were left under the luminosity of the stars.

“Wow. That was… really beautiful, Loki.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a smile. “Normally, Yggdrasil is very hard to see, as most of the branches wind around Midgard, not through it. But this is one of those few spots where a bough found its way through Midgard, and burst out this hole here. At the right angle the sun illuminates it for just a few moments until it sets.”

“Thank you for showing this to me.” You hugged him tightly. 

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you softly.

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I’ve been a little rusty, and I think fulfilling some requests would be the perfect way to dive back in! Send me a request here and I will try to get it filled by the end of this upcoming Sunday!

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[whirlybirbs]

the variant time files make me crazy. they make me insane.

DOSSIER #201

R.V.A CASE LL-4.1 & DX-4.1 | ENGLAND, 1813

You swear he will be the death of you.

It's an unconditionally hot summer — but that doesn't stop the men from gathering on the front lawn of the manor for a good game of rugby in the late afternoon sun.

Beside Jane and Darcy under the pergola, you bury your face into your fan.

Mr. Loki has forgone his jacket — there's rivets of sweat running down the long, strong stretch of his neck and chest. His sleeves have been rolled up, and you inhale tightly as you watch him laugh at something Thor says and back peddles down the greenery. He's all legs. Tall, sharp, and handsome.

And sweating.

Good lord.

You reach for a glass of lemonade. The condensation bites at your fingertips. You feel a bead of sweat run down your back.

Even here, in the shade, it's hot.

Blame the view.

Jane and Darcy are no better. The conversation died a while ago when the jackets and shirts were tossed to the grass in favor of denoting teams.

When the match finally ends, you try your best to fan yourself and resume your reading. Jane and Darcy decide the heat isn't worth suffering any longer.

Loki has other plans.

He's still a bit out of breath when he approaches the covered tea-table. His smile is boyish — a rarity.

"I hope you enjoyed the sport."

You drag your eyes across him. "Seemed rough."

Loki squints into the sun, his hands perched on narrow hips. He perches one leg up on the second step, and leans. He looks relaxed. Truly a sight you try to remember. He must have noticed.

"I believe we're headed to the pond for a swim," he says, turning to eye Thor back over his shoulder, "Should be back in time for dinner."

His curls are sticking to the back of his neck. You can see the muscles of his back through the thin linen of his shirt.

You clear your throat. "Do enjoy."

"I'd offer another view," he says slowly and with enough coy to kill, "But, I fear that may not be entirely decent for a lady of your standing."

You nearly choke on your water.

"Must you tease?"

His laugh is gentle. "It's in my nature, Doctor."

"Yes, well," you mutter as you stand, "Enjoy the swim."

You gather your book, and turn — but before you can step down, there's a hand offered to you. Loki looks softer and less like the man whom you'd had such a dire rivalry with during the spring. Summer has brought different feelings, it seems.

You take his hand and ignore the burn of your skin on his.

He helps you down the steps, then gives a small, courteous bow.

"Perhaps... Chess, after dinner?" he calls, after you return the bow and begin down the path.

"That is a view I'd adore, Loki."

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[fangirltrash15]

I want a Loki/reader fanfic where they are watching the Simpsons and they get to the one with homers mom in season 19…….yeah Loki would relate to Homer and would be sobbing and reader/y/n would comfort him. Same with Thor…… on a lighter note they asked if Loki watched the Simpsons before because of how he handled Odin (they did but Loki finally decides to watch past season 10)

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[nyxlaufeyson]

No Rhyme or Reason

Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort; Fluff

Wordcount: 903

Synopsis: You’re feeling down for no particular reason, and when you blow up at Sam, Loki comforts you.

A/N: Was feeling sad and mad for no reason yesterday, so this is what I wrote :) hope it helps someone out there.

From the moment you woke up, you had been acting strange. Everyone had bad days, and this had turned out to be one of yours.

When you smiled at him half-heartedly and skipped breakfast, Loki could tell that something was up. He didn’t want to prod, so instead he was attentive, checking in on you and making sure that you were alright.

As you went through the motions of your day, you tried to appear as normal as possible. But, to no avail, your teammates could tell when your usually-warm laugh was fake.

They tried to be extra careful, while still trying to figure out what was bothering you. Unfortunately, Sam didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation until it was too late.

He laughed at the attitude that shone through the curtains you draped up to hide it. “Man, it must be that time of the month.”

You and him had a friendly relationship, always poking fun at each other. Which is why you wouldn’t have normally been put off by his careless comment. But with your current emotional state, you took the comment to heart.

“Thank you for being so interested in my cycle, Wilson, but it’s really none of your fucking business. So do us all a favor, and shut the fuck up for once.” You lashed out, and everyone stared at you, shocked, as you got up and left the room. 

You weren’t one to typically say something like that to one of your friends, even when they said stupid shit. So everyone knew that there was most definitely something wrong.

They weren’t sure what to do, but Loki sent a glare to Sam and left the room after you. They all knew that Loki would be the best person to go after you, since you were more open with him. 

As Loki left, Sam looked down, embarrassed. He felt bad, making a mental note to apologize to you later with some ice cream. 

Loki found you curled up on your bed, under the blankets. The light was off, with the only traces of sunlight coming from behind the closed blinds. He knocked on the open door softly, and you mumbled an incoherent response.

He slowly crawled into the bed beside you, pulling you delicately in his arms. You instinctively settled into him, basking in the warmth that was ironic for a frost giant to provide. 

After a few moments of silence, he broke it with a soft whisper. “What’s wrong, my love?” His voice was so sweet, so tender, and the words tugged on your heart. 

“Nothing.” You replied, muffled since your face was still hidden by the layers of sheets and blankets. Loki pulled them away from your face so he could see you, tucking a loose strand of hair back in its spot. 

He smiled at you. “Now, I know that there’s something wrong, darling. And not just to do with Wilson’s illogical remark. You’ve been distant all day. You can confide in me, you know? Tell me what troubles you. I promise to do my best to make them go away.” 

A tear fell down your cheek as you looked up at him. “That’s the thing, Loki, there’s nothing wrong. There is no rhyme or reason to my feelings, but yet they persist on keeping me in this dreadful state.” 

Loki wiped your tears and held your chin. “Sometimes that’s what feelings do. They decide one day for us to be happy, and one day to be sad. It happens to all of us.”

His words comforted you, but of course they didn’t make all the sadness and doubts go away. “But I shouldn’t feel this way. Normal people don’t. I shouldn’t want to punch everyone and then myself for absolutely no reason.” You let out a stale laugh near the end of your sentence, and Loki pulled you closer.

“Shhhh. Silence those self-deprecating thoughts of yours, I will not listen to their lies. You are allowed to feel this way. As I said, everyone does, even normal people. They just don’t display it for everyone to see, but they certainly do feel it.” He stroked your hair to calm you. “Of course, you are anything but normal, my love, as you are one of the most unique and exquisite creatures of the universe.”

You let yourself smile, genuinely this time. “You think so?” You asked, looking into his beautiful eyes.

He laughed. “Darling, I know so.” 

The two of you layed there, comfortable with each other under the comfort of many fuzzy blankets. It was amazing that just his presence could make you feel better, and you felt your spirits begin to recharge. You might not be completely back to normal yet, but with the help of those you loved, you knew that you would be back there soon.

Suddenly, the memory of yelling at Sam came rushing back to you, and you groaned. “I need to apologize to Sam.”

Loki chuckled. “Why should you, he deserved it.” He kissed your forehead. “Plus, he’ll probably look to apologize to you first. You should have seen the look on his face when you stormed out. He looked like he was regretting all his life decisions.”

“Oh, god.” You said, burying your face into his chest. Apologies could wait. Right now, you were going to remain in your lover’s arms, where you felt safe and enough.

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[latent-thoughts]

Ravished by a God - Chapter 36

Summary: When a God decides to chase you, what do you do?

You’re Tony Stark’s employee, living in the famed Stark Tower. One day, you get cornered by the notorious God of Mischief and have a very revealing experience about your own kinks. Hence begins your clandestine dance with Loki, who is all too keen to claim you as his and show you all the forbidden pleasures he has to offer.

However, your kinky dance with him is not the only concern you have. Something murky is brewing within SHIELD, and Tony Stark specifically wants you to find the root of it. What can a mere human do when caught between superheroes, gods and a deviant government? You’re about to find out.

[WARNING: This work contains NSFW explicit and taboo sexual themes like noncon/dubcon, BDSM, spanking, etc. It is strictly 18+. Reader discretion is advised. Consume your media wisely.]

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Genre: NSFW; Erotica; Taboo Kinks; BDSM themes; Action & Romance; Plot with Porn.

"So curious. Curious and exquisite. You're faring quite well, I see. I'm pleased to see you like this—awake and bright-eyed."

The apparent implication of her words was that she had seen you while you had slept. Had she been hanging by your bed, Edward Cullen style, while you had been in your coma-like sleep? Awkward…

"Thank you, your majesty," you replied with a shaky voice. "I've never been to another planet. This is grand."

What the fuck were you even trying to say?

"I mean… I'm also sorry…for your loss. And sad,” you continued disjointedly, “that we didn't meet under better circumstances."

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[literatureatthebowofnails]

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

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

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Fluff, drinking

Summary: You have a date with mischief

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☕

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

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

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

"Laufeyson," he replies smoothly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

☕

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

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

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

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

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

A/N: Thank you for reading! I love every one of you.

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[lokittystuckinatree]

I am simultaneously deliriously in love with the ending of Loki season 2 and absolutely loathe it

On one hand…Shakespearean tragedy at its finest, essentially circling back to Loki’s original Thor 2011 character arc by reversing it, and Loki has literally ascended to godhood. In the end, Loki’s ultimate selfless sacrifice was to sit upon the highest throne in the multiverse, and that to me is tragically ironically beautiful

On the other hand…Loki being alone makes me want to burn Marvel studios to the ground and do other unspeakable things

Best and worst ending of all time f u Eric Martin

#loki #loki spoilers #WHAT DID IT COST? EVERYTHING #NO ONE WON #sylki #Lokius #oh i love it and i hate it at the same time #*screams* #*yeets myself out the window* #loki series spoilers #loki season 2 spoilers #hey guys I would appreciate that you not tag this as just Lokius or Sylki cause this post is not ship specific #sylkius if you must