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[acciotherapists]

A Spilled Drink

Summary: After a mission gone wrong Y/n believes Loki hates her. Does he really hate her? Or does he simply hate to love her?

Warnings: Smutty smut smut, barely a plot, 18+, minors DNI

Loki x fem!reader

A/N: I started writing this around Christmas time, hence the mistletoe reference lol

“You look like you could use this,” Nat says as she hands me a glass.

“What is it?”

“A drink, cectpa. I think you could use it.”

I nodded and downed the liquid, wincing as it burned my throat. She smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. “Straight Vodka?”

“I’m Russian,” she chuckles before signaling the bartender. “Another.”

The bartender placed another drink in front of us as Nat spoke. “So what exactly happened with you and Loki?”

I scoffed. “He’s an arrogant asshole.”

“Well, that much we knew but what happened.”

“He got hurt after a mission and he’s hated me ever since.”

“He hurts you because he got hurt?” she scoffed.

“I don’t know, Nat… it’s the only thing that makes sense. He must blame me for his injuries.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “He needs to get over himself. What happened on that mission was not your fault.”

A glass is placed on the counter next to us as the bartender nods. “I’ll have another one coming up in just a moment, Mr. Laufeyson.”

Loki nodded before turning his gaze to me. “Y/l/n,” he greeted.

“Laufeyson,” I replied.

Before I could say anything more I heard Wanda giggling next to Natasha and I turned to her. “What’ve you done now?”

She looked up and I dreaded what was to come for I had a slight inkling as to what she had done. I looked up and my eyes met a mistletoe hanging above our heads. The red berries were glowing as the green vines moved as if they’d just been placed above our heads.

“What is this, witch?” Loki hissed, glaring daggers at Wanda.

“You know, Loki,” Wanda replied, chuckling as she sipped her drink. “Kiss her!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Honestly, Maximoff, of all the jokes you could've pulled today… this little act of trickery is poor even for you.”

I could see his cheeks flushing a hint of pink as he maintained his cold demeanor.

“Oh, come on, Laufeyson! Get in the Christmas spirit! Just kiss her!” Nat exclaimed.

“I will not!”

I rolled my eyes. “I will not be forced to kiss him!”

I saw Wanda wiggle her fingers ever so slightly and Loki’s drink poured over my dress.

“Loki!” I hissed before turning to Wanda. “Wanda!”

She raised her hands innocently. “What? I did nothing!”

“Apologies, Agent Y/l/n!” Loki exclaimed. He conjured a cloth and began dabbing my shoulders. “It’s all over your dress… I’m truly very sorry, love.”

I furrowed my brows at the sudden change in his demeanor.

“Please, allow me to escort you back to your room so you can get out of that dress. I-I’m truly sorry about this, Y/n.”

“It’s fine, honestly.” I brushed him off. “You don’t need to-.”

“She’d love that!” Wanda interrupted, pushing me closer to Loki. I glared at her but she simply smiled in return.

“But before you go…” Once again she gestured to the mistletoe above our heads. I rolled my eyes, preparing to walk away, but Loki had other plans. He grabbed my face and pulled me flush against his chest, pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was rough and his hands were merciless as they moved down my body, grabbing every bit of exposed flesh they could.

“Holy hell, Laufeyson,” I whispered breathlessly as we pulled away from the kiss. He said nothing and simply held out his hand before leading me to my room… at least I thought that’s where he was leading me but once we turned left instead of right I realized that’s not what was happening.

“Where are you taking me?”

“We’re just taking a little detour,” he assured me as we reached his room. “You can leave anytime you want,” he promised as he shut the door behind us and pressed my body against it.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“I promised I would help you get out of this dress… I intend to make good on my word. As soon as I saw you soaking wet in this dress I couldn't resist.

I scoffed. “That’s how you solve all your problems, isn’t it? By fucking your way out of them.”

He chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it… late at night when you’re alone with nothing but your hand.” His fingers slowly moved down my side, reaching under my dress. “You can’t tell me your fingers haven’t slipped beneath your skirts to soothe that delicious little ache between your legs, hm?” He pressed his thumb to my clothed clit. “Tell me you haven’t imagined my hands down there… my tongue… my cock.”

“Fuck, Loki.”

His cock twitched in his trousers. “That’s it, darling. Moan my name.”

He pulled my panties to the side, slipping his finger through my folds. I was struggling to control my moans as they threatened to slip from my lips.

“None of that,” he hissed, smacking my ass with his other hand. “Let me hear you.”

I moaned and he chuckled darkly at the sound. “Such lovely little noises you make, darling.” He circled my clit with his thumb and I could feel my orgasm approaching as I gripped his shoulders.

“That’s it, little one,” he murmured into my ear, pressing his lips along my neck. He slipped his fingers inside my entrance, still circling my clit. “Norns, you feel perfect… can’t imagine how good you’re going to feel around my cock.”

I moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers and he chuckled. “There’s my good girl.” I could feel him smirking against my skin before he nibbled the skin of my ear. “Let go, darling. I’ve got you.” His other hand snaked around my waist. “I won’t let you fall. Just let go for me.”

My orgasm ripped through me and I moaned loudly as he continued circling my clit, helping me ride out the high. As I slowly came down he kissed me hard, murmuring against my lips. “You’re perfect.” He lifted me off the ground, gently tossing me on the bed. With a wave of his hand our clothes were gone and he climbed over me, grasping his cock in his hand, before searching my eyes. “May I?”

“Please, Loki,” I moaned, reaching out for him.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked. “Or would you prefer I use a condom?”

I shook my head. “I’m on the pill.” I grabbed his cock, stroking it. “Please.”

He smiled and I removed my hand, sliding it up his chest as he slipped his cock into my entrance, bracing himself above me. HIs eyes closed in pleasure, groaning as he slipped inside me.

“Fuck, darling… better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

I gripped his hips, slowly pushing him against me, begging him to move. He pressed his lips to mine and slowly began setting a steady pace, circling his hips. I moaned into his mouth and I could feel him smiling more each time I moaned for him. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured against my lips. “I can feel you getting close. He moved his hand to my clit, rubbing it harshly. “Cum for me, baby.” His hips started moving faster. “Cum,” he growled. “Cum now.”

My back arched as I came, moaning his name loudly. With a final thrust of his hips, he came inside me, pressing his hips hard against mine as he groaned in pleasure. His thumb was still rubbing my clit as I slowly came down from my high. As I settled back into the bed, breathing heavily, he removed his hand, kissing along my jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, slowly pulling out of me. He conjured a cloth and carefully wiped my thighs. When he finished the cloth disappeared and he settled next to me but I knew I couldn’t stay.

I was preparing to redress and leave his chambers when I felt his arm wrap around my waist as his lips pressed to my shoulders. “Where are you going, little love?”

“Back to my room,” I answered.

“Why?”

“Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what most women you bring back do after you’ve fucked them?”

He scoffed. “You are not like most women I bring back here to fuck, darling… you are superior by far… and you mean far more to me than some common whore.”

I sighed, finally turning to face him. “Then do you act as if you hate me? Ever since our last mission together you’ve avoided me like the plague.” 

“I can assure you, my darling… I would not let a plague anywhere near my cock. It is far too valuable an asset to be struck down by a plague.”

I rolled my eyes. “Good talk, Loki,” I said before standing up.

“No, wait!” He abruptly stood and moved in front of me, blocking my path. “I’m sorry, darling. You’re right… I was avoiding you but not for the reasons you think… When I was injured on the last mission… you saw a side of me no one ever has… you saw me vulnerable and I swore to never let anyone see me that way but… but you saw… and you didn’t run away… you didn’t try to use it against me. You… you actually seemed to care… and that scared me more than anything.”

“The thought of me caring for you scared you more than anything?”

He nodded. “I’ve never had that apart from my mother and Thor… it’s not something I thought I could ever get used to.”

“You could… if you wanted to,” I murmured, unable to meet his eyes, but he was having none of that. He lifted my chin, his eyes locking with mine.

“You mean it?”

I nodded.

“So you would… be mine… if I asked?”

Another nod.

“Then… w-would you… be mine?”

I nodded once again and crashed my lips to his, sealing that promise.

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[emeraldkays]

hi! if you have the time or feel up to it, can you do headcanons for Loki when he has a crush on the reader? thank you! your work is great!

hiya !! of course i can ☺️ and thank you soo much, that means a lot to me :) (also sorry for responding late x)

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

it took loki a while to realise that he had a crush on you.

he had trouble accepting it and distanced himself from you, which you didn't mind because you knew what he was like and just assumed he wanted some time alone.

but it only lasted for a few weeks.

when he returned you noticed a few things that seemed off about him.

while he was still relaxed, you could tell that he seemed a little on edge at times, like he was afraid of something happening.

he took an interest in your hobbies that he had previously told you he hated, and when you confronted him about it he'd get all flustered and say he'd like to try them out again.

and his smiles seemed genuine, which wasn't a bad thing, but it definitely wasn't a loki thing either.

but you weren't complaining. you actually began to enjoy his company more than you had before.

he'd go above and beyond to make you laugh when you were feeling down and was always there when you needed someone to talk to.

he made you feel like you were the most important person in his life most of the time.

if it wasn't for the fact that he hated midgardians so much, you would have thought he had a (tiny) crush on you.

he bought and made you gifts often which you felt bad about.

you saw how hurt he looked when you told him that you didn't want his gifts.

"they're lovely and I'm more than grateful, but i've already got the only gift i want, and that's having a friend like you."

he thought you were lying at first, but when you hugged him, the warmth that wrapped around him felt too real to be a lie.

the time he had spent making you gifts were now spent with you, getting to know you better and allowing himself to open up to you.

he never planned on telling you that he had a crush on you because he'd rather have you as a friend than to deal with heartache on top of everything else.

however, he did accidentally end up admitting it to thor during a drunken conversation between the two, but thor swore he wouldn't tell anyone, and he didn't...for a week or so.

thor in a drunken state again at one of tony's parties told you how much you meant to loki and threatened to hurt you if you hurt him.

as much as you thought thor was just drunkenly rambling, his threat certainly did not sound empty and the way he had been acting suddenly made sense.

you went to go and find loki right after and told him what thor had told you moments ago.

you weren't quite sure how you were expecting him to react, but tear-filled eyes was not on the radar.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want things to be awkward between us," he mumbled looking down at his feet to hide his face.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his excuse, "they wouldn't have been,"

"and how could you possibly know that?"

"because I like you too."

he looked up at you in disbelief, unable to control the tear rolled down his face, because for the first time in a long time (or ever), he might have finally got exactly what he wanted.

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[vbecker10]

The Blind Date? (Part 2 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none...? I know I promised fluff but I lied haha sorry also... I don't know why I made Tony such an ass but I did lol

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Unfortunately your date isn't going nearly as well as Loki's mission... which could also be going better.

A/N: Once again life really got in the way... I'm sorry it took so long to post the second part. Hopefully the third part will be up much easier. This got away from me a little but trust the process lol

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"Would it be possible to get a table closer to the back, where it's quieter?" Loki asks and the woman nods in response, barely looking up at him.

She motions for a waiter to lead you to a table for two in the farthest corner of the space. As you walk through the restaurant, you think it's a bit odd that no one takes notice of Loki. None of wait staff or the other diners even so much as glance at the tall, raven haired prince as he follows you closely. You wonder if Tony Stark or Thor are able to go out as unnoticed as he seemed to be.

You're also more then a little surprised by how content Loki appears to be with the lack of attention from everyone. Although you don't know him quite yet, what little you had seen of him in press conferences would have made you assume he enjoyed being recognized. He almost never attended the interviews with the team but when he did, he always managed to steal the spot light from the other Avengers. You even joked with your friends about how much it appeared to annoy Captain Rogers when Loki was the center of attention.

You reach the table and Loki pulls out your chair, something none of your other blind dates had ever done for you. You smile, looking down to hide a slight blush as he brushes your back lightly. He places his black suit jacket over the back of his chair and you find yourself trying not to stare at how well his dark green dress shirt hugs his chest and arms. He straightens his tie a bit and takes both menus from the waiter, handing you one. You open the menu then close it, feeling confused as you read the cursive writing on the cover.

"Is everything alright with your menu?" Loki asks, looking curiously at you.

"Oh, yes. It's fine, sorry," you answer quickly with a nervous laugh and he nods, thankfully not interested enough to ask any further questions. You don't want to start the night off by telling him you didn't even know the correct name for the restaurant you were in. You were so sure Michelle said it was called the Red Peak but you don't remember seeing a sign out front, there was just a red logo of a mountain on the door. Apparently you should have written it on your note. You open the menu again and sigh at the thought of your friends making fun of you for not realizing you were at the Crimson Hill. So close, you think to yourself.

(LOKI POV)

You nod at Y/N's response and use the menu to hide the fact that you are looking around the room for your targets. You hear Rogers chattering away in your ear as you observe the two Hydra targets walk behind Y/N to their table. Both men hand their coats to a young woman then take their seats at one end. The taller man places a black briefcase on the floor between their chairs and they begin the talk quietly. One of the doors to the kitchen swings open and the waiters quickly clear a path. Two men in dark suits and three women in brightly colored dresses exit the kitchen followed a moment later by a much older man. The Hydra agents stand to greet their hosts with handshakes and hugs, clearly this wasn't a first meeting as the team had assumed.

As soon as all the targets are settled at their table, you take your phone out of your pocket and act as if you've just received a message. "I'm sorry, would you excuse me for a moment. I have to make a call," you say, standing up without waiting for her to respond.

You check the bathroom to ensure it is completely empty then lock the door to the room before angrily responding to Rogers, "You talk far too much Captain. How am I supposed to think if you are never quiet for more then five seconds at a time?"

"You aren't there to think, you're there to watch the targets," he replies in your ear and you roll your eyes.

Stark adds, "While we are on the subject of you thinking, what the hell were you thinking letting that woman know who you really are? That wasn't part of the plan."

"I adjusted the plan. I saw no reason to waste a perfectly good date," you tell them.

"No reason-," Stark says obviously frustrated, "No reason? You're on a recon mission, not an actual date."

"Laufeyson, you need to fix this now," Rogers says, only slightly calmer than Stark sounds.

You smirk at your reflection as you run your fingers through your hair. "Unfortunately, I simply cannot do that," you say.

"And why is that?" Rogers asks, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"How am I to explain my sudden change in appearance when I sit across from her again? Even if she believes I am the same person, I doubt very much you would like me to explain to her that I am here on a mission and only using her as part of my disguise," you wait for them to respond, you can hear Stark sigh deeply. "Or perhaps, you would rather it appear as if Loki walked out on her before we even order appetizers? That really is quite rude, even for me don't you think Captain?" Again, you pause for a moment before adding, "Perhaps it would be best if I were to create an entirely new form since several members of the wait staff have seen this version of me with her already. It might seem a bit peculiar if I suddenly go back to the bar in search of another date while she waits for me to return."

"I can't believe this..." Stark mumbles then after a short pause finally says, "Fine." You try not to wince at how loud he yells that one word in your ear. "Don't screw this up any more than you already have, Laufeyson," he warns you.

"Don't forget, you're still on probation and I will make sure all of this goes in my report for Fury," Rogers adds.

(Y/N POV)

You bite your nails as you look around the restaurant then back at the empty seat across from you. You still can't believe Michelle would really set you up with Loki and not tell you. Normally she was so bad at keeping her own secrets she would tell what she bought you for your birthday the minute she left the store.

How did she even manage to set this up, you wonder. She never told you she had even met him and you had asked several times about the Avengers, more specifically about Loki. The God of Mischief might not be everyone's favorite but your friends knew he was your celebrity crush. Michelle even joked that you two were destined to be sister-in-laws since she thought Thor was the best looking. Neither of you were surprised when Jess said she preferred the former Winter Soldier, he did look oddly similar to her fiancé Sebastian, although she claimed she didn't see it.

"I'm sorry about that," you hear Loki say from behind you, brushing your shoulder lightly as he passes.

"Its ok. Is everything alright?" you ask, noticing how unhappy he seems.

"Yes," he answers, barely making eye contact with you. "Just a small issue with work," he vaguely explains.

You don't respond, unsure if you are able to ask him anything specific about work. You sit in silence for a few moments until the waiter appears and takes your order, then the two of you are alone again.

"So..." you start slowly, trying to think of something to talk about. "How do you like the city so far?"

"What?" he asks.

You can tell his attention isn't on you, but on the beautifully dressed women at the table behind you. You shrug before asking him again, "I was wondering if you like the city?"

"Yes," he responds in a less then believable tone.

"Well quiet was an understatement," you mumble, looking away from him across the room.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his attention finally shifting to you.

You look back at him quickly, of course that he heard. "I guess I was looking for more than a one word answer," you tell him. "Its kind of hard to have a conversation like that."

He's quiet for a minute and you start to grow nervous that you've offended him. He takes a sip of his water then says, "The city has its moments... It still doesn't feel like home and I'm not convinced it ever will but I think I'm getting used to being here. I will admit I do enjoy the libraries and the different types of museums but I don't often get to spend as much time in them as I would like."

"Have you been to the Museum of Natural History?" you ask, a bit more excited than you hoped.

"I have once," he smiles for a moment then pauses, covering one of his ears briefly as if it's too loud in the restaurant. He continues, "Stark called me back to the Tower for a ridiculous meeting about not filling out some paperwork properly and I had to leave fairly soon after I arrived."

"Oh no, you have to go back. It's one of my favorites," you tell him.

"I can see why you like it so much," he says, his enthusiasm almost matching yours. "I'm hoping to go back soon to visit the rest of it."

"Did you at least get to see the planetarium?" you ask hopefully.

"Unfortunately not," he shakes his head.

"That's horrible, it's the best part," you say then without thinking you add, "Maybe I could go with you next time. I can show you the really cool exhibits first just in case you have to leave for another boring meeting."

(LOKI POV)

You can't help but smile at her offer but it vanishes quickly when you hear Stark in your ear again. "You need to start planting the listening devices," he orders. "You've wasted enough time on her and this pretend date of yours."

You practically bite your tongue to keep from responding to him harshly. Instead you take your phone out of your pocket again, hearing her sigh softly as she sits back in her chair. "I'm sorry, it's my brother. He needs me to call him," you lie and she nods. "When I get back you can tell me more about the planetarium or which parts you liked the best," you suggest, feeling a bit surprised by how interested you are in her opinion of the museum.

"Sure," she says, giving you a half hearted attempt at a smile.

"Get a move on, reindeer games," Stark tells you.

You turn away from the table and when you are out of earshot from Y/N you reply, "You will not speak to me that way Stark. I am not someone you can simply order about."

"That's not what the deal we have with Thor says," he reminds you. "You work for SHIELD which means you do what we want when we want. Is that clear?"

You grind your teeth then force yourself to take a breath before speaking. "Understood," you tell him in a low tone, knowing it truly is this or the dungeons on Asgard.

You continue your way towards the kitchen and carefully mimic the appearance of a waiter who passes you with a tray of food. You walk through the kitchen, keeping your head down and avoiding attention from the other staff. You reach the two tall metal freezer doors in the rear of the kitchen and look over your shoulder.

"Its the door on the left," Rogers reminds you unnecessarily just as you grab the handle. You open the metal door and step into a hallway, closing it as quietly as possible. You look down the hall, there are two doors on one side and three on the other. "Second one on the right side-" Rogers again informs you where to go.

"I am aware of where I need to go Captain," you cut him off. "I did read the file you gave me."

He doesn't respond but you can hear Stark mumble something under his breath as you stand in front of the door that had been marked on the floor plan. You use your magic to unlock the door then take a moment to look around the office before deciding to place the listening device on a shelf behind a stack of slightly dusty books. After testing the device to ensure it is recoding and transmitting to SHIELD, you leave the room and go back to the kitchen.

As you are about to go back into the restaurant, you stop and pick up a pitcher of water and a towel, draping the towel over your arm like the other waiters. You carry the pitcher directly to the table with the targets and begin to refill their glasses, starting with the head of the mob family.

"Oh good, if the mission fails maybe you can get a job here waiting table," Stark says sarcastically and you try not to roll your eyes.

You continue down the table, filling each glass until you get to the two Hydra agents. After pouring water into the shorter man's glass you turn to the taller one who brought the briefcase. Just as you start to refill his glass your eyes wander to Y/N at the next table. Her chin is resting on her palm with her elbow propped up on the table as she pushes her food around with her fork while she waits for you to return.

"Stop!" a deep voice cuts through your thoughts. "What's wrong with you?" You look up at the man stands quickly, the water having overflowed from his glass onto the table and finally his pants.

"I'm so sorry sir," you say, drying off the table with your towel. He grabs his napkin and wipes off his pants while you reach under the table and place the second listening device. He takes a step away from the table and you kneel down, cleaning off his seat with one hand as you place the third device inside one of the pockets on his briefcase. You get up and quickly head back towards the kitchen, knowing the waiter you impersonated is only moments away from being fired.

"Very smooth, Laufeyson," Stark says with a laugh while you transform back into your original disguise.

(Y/N POV)

"Oh good, I was hoping you would get back before it got too cold," you say as Loki takes his seat again.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he says and you feel as if he means it more then the last time he stepped away. "You didn't need to wait for me," he gestures towards your full plate.

You shrug, "It would have been rude not to." He smiles a bit and you ask, "Is everything ok with your brother?"

He pauses for a moment then says, "Yes, nothing that couldn't have waited until I returned to the Tower."

"Brothers really are the worst aren't they?" you joke and he laughs in agreement. "To be fair though, I think younger brothers can be just as annoying as older brothers," you tell him.

"I have a feeling Thor would agree with you about that," he says. The two of you continue to talk while you eat but at you finish the appetizers, he goes quiet while he checks his phone again. He puts it back in his pocket and apologizes.

"So I think it might be time for a small wager," you tell him and he looks at you curiously.

"What kind of wager?" he asks, leaning towards you slightly.

"When my friends and I go out, we put all our phones in the middle of the table, face down and whoever touches their phone first hag to pay for everything," you explain.

"Well it would seem I've lost several times tonight," he says.

"How about we start now?" you suggest, hoping this will help you keep his attention for more then a few minutes at a time.

"That seems fair," he smiles, placing his phone next to yours.

(LOKI POV)

Well, this will be the shortest amount of time it has ever taken you to lose a bet, you think to yourself. She asks you another question and as you start to answer her, Rogers begins talking in your ear again. You manage to ignore him for a few more minutes while you continue your conversation with Y/N but then he becomes harder to block out. Finally you sigh and reach for your phone, your magic making it appear as if someone is calling you.

"I promise, this will be the last time," you tell her. "I really am sorry, darling."

She looks up at you, "I guess you lost the bet."

"It would appear so," you say as you stand up.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you are actually starting to like her," Stark says.

You ignore his comment as you walk towards the coat check room, taking on the appearance of another random waiter who passed you. You knock on the door to the small room and say, "The manager asked to see you on the kitchen."

"Peter?" she asks and you nod. "Sure, can you start here until I get back?" As soon as she leaves you close the door and begin looking through the tracks until you find the coats belonging to the two Hydra agents. Creating a small hole in the lining, you and the last device to the coat of the shorter man and seal it just as the young woman returns.

"He said he didn't need me for anything," she tells you and you shrug.

"I just do what they tell me," you reply and leave the room quickly.

As you are about to reach your table Rogers says, "Great, this whole thing has taken long enough. Just get out of there before anything can go wrong. We can monitor the rest of their meeting from-"

You take the small earpiece out and place it in your pocket.

(Y/N POV)

You look up as Loki walks back towards your table, he places his phone on the table face down under yours. "I'm sorry I've been so rude this evening," he says.

"Its ok," you tell him. "I'm sure it was important."

"It was but it was still wasn't fair of me to keep leaving you like that. It won't happen again," he promises with a smile.

"I hope not," you tell him, feeling a bit better. "Its no fun to be on a blind date by yourself."

"Blind date?" he asks.

You nod, "That reminds me, I wanted to ask how you know Michelle?" you finally ask him.

He looks at you confused and asks, "Who's Michelle?"

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[sinsandguilt]

Stain Me (Loki x Female Reader Drabble)

Just a quick drabble inspired by the song Holy Water by Zippermouth. This is only my second time ever posting any writing on Tumblr so sorry if it’s kind of bad or rubbish 😅

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Loki looked up at the woman hovering above him, her fingertips caressing and tracing every line, ever scar, every shadow of muscular definition on his bare torso. She inspected his form like he was a priceless art piece, with her gaze so fond and warm he thought he could burn up in her eyes. He felt so overwhelmed with emotion, to be doted upon and admired so earnestly, that he would surely be punished for it. It had to be some kind of sin, for someone as marred and dirty as him, to have won the affections of one so pure.

“Don’t…” he uttered softly, his hands trembling almost imperceptibly as he reached for his lover’s wrists, halting her movements.

Her eyes snapped to his, filled with confusion and concern. Concern. Concern for one so unredeemable as him. It was too much to bear.

“What?” she questioned. The fear that she had overstepped some sort of boundary shone plain as day on her features. “Loki, what’s wrong?”

He let out a shaking breath, tense shoulders shuddering as he exhaled. “You don’t want this,” he told her. “You do not want me.”

She cocked her head innocently, signalling she did not understand. The God could read her like a book, and he could virtually see the thoughts that would be whirring through her mind at that moment. Have I not shown you otherwise? Is this not enough? How can I love you more? How can I prove my love to you? Silly girl, if only she knew of the wretched acts he had wrought in his time, the pain and suffering he had caused, she would see the error in choosing him to love.

Of course, Loki knew she was aware of his past transgressions. There were few who had not heard tale of his evil deeds. But surely she did not truly comprehend the magnitude of his blackened past. For if she did, there was no way she would have given her heart to him as she had chosen.

“My dear heart,” he continued, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on the inner side of her wrists, “I am not a creature you wish to align yourself with. I am…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am damaged, corrupted. You, who are nothing but kind and good, should not dirty yourself with the likes of me. If you are the holiest, most crystal clear of waters, then I am not but a murky, muddy pool, stained with the blood of my sins. You should not-” his words were silenced as she placed her lips upon his in a kiss that was hard and urgent, one which she did not pull away from for several seconds.

When she finally released his lips, her eyes were dark, swirling with something Loki could not quite place. For the first time, she was unreadable. “Do not preach to me of what I should or should not do, O God of Mischief,” she told him firmly, her voice deep and sultry with a passion the God had never before seen. She placed her hands upon his face, delicate fingertips caressing his sharp cheekbones. “I have chosen with which waters I wish to bathe. I would rather drown within your pool than dare to swim in any other.”

He took pause to gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, even the smallest of embers that would suggest she was not strong in her conviction. He found none.

“You may never be clean again,” he warned her in a husky timbre.

She merely smiled, her lips ghosting over his as she uttered two words. “Stain me.”

Loki was stunned into silence, his lover taking the moment to kiss him again with heated fervency, a kiss that led into a long night of irrepressible need and unbridled passion.

Perhaps if he were destined to burn within her love, then she was destined to drown in his.

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[braveclementine]

October 22: Sex Pollen (Loki Laufeyson)❤️

Warnings: could be seen as non-con, royalty kink, induced sex

Copyright: I do not own Loki (please kidnap me Loki) or any other Marvel/MCU characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"What exactly is it?" You asked Bruce as he showed you a new, interesting specimen that had been found in space and brought back to Earth.

It was a beautiful flower of sorts, bright pink with white teardrops on the petals. The stem was green and a little purple where the stem curled up to the petals.

"I'm not sure yet." Bruce said, moving away from the table to go and sit behind his computer. "I do know that it is from the planet Kuth." He said, showing you a picture of an Earth-like planet with a turquoise sky and a field of these flowers that had signs around them, as though warding people to be careful of the flower patch. "Could be dangerous, might not be. Perhaps Loki or Thor or one of the Guardians will know. Loki's coming. . . when?"

"This Saturday." You said happily, missing your best friend and crush- though no one actually knew about the latter part.

"Excited to see him again?" Bruce asked skeptically.

"I know, I know, he's a terrible Midgardian killing God, but we're friends and that's behind him now." You said. "Plus, he was being slightly controlled by Ronan and Thanos, just like Bucky was controlled by HYDRA and you all like Bucky."

"Fair." Bruce relented. "But not everyone sees it like that either."

"And some people still think Bucky ought to be given the Death Penalty." You pointed out.

"Fair again." Bruce admitted. "Anyways, make sure that you keep away from this until I can figure out what it is. If its' poisonous, we wouldn't want a disease to break out over the city."

"Will do boss." You said cheekily and then made your way out of the room.

You couldn't wait to show Loki!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"It's a flower?" Loki asked skeptically.

The two of you were standing on the balcony, overlooking the pool. The other Avengers were stripped down to swim trunks and two-piece bathing suits, enjoying the nice day. Steve and Fury were barbequing on the grill with some help from Sam, while the girls were sunbathing on the law chairs.

Tony, Stephen, and Bruce were deep in conversation about something, a handful of beers on the table in front of them.

Thor was sitting in the pool, Parker and some of his friends from school in there too.

Bucky meanwhile was playing cornhole with Clint, Rhodey, and T'Challa.

"A beautiful flower." You clarified. You and Loki were pretty much alone on the balcony. Loki was wearing his normal Asgardian wear as he hadn't felt like wearing anything from Midgard, and you were wearing denim shorts and a shirt that you had tied off above the belly button.

"It's still a flower." Loki deadpanned, placing his hands on the railing, "What is this gathering they are doing?"

"It's called a pool party Lokes." You sighed, "C'mon, I want to show it to you."

Loki sighed, looking over at you. "Don't you want to join in on this pool party instead?"

You felt frustrated. You knew your crush was one-sided (as they always were), but you thought that Loki at least liked you as a friend. Or at least, you seemed to be the only one he tolerated. But friends shared things with each other all the time, right?

"No, I want to show you the flower which I'm not really supposed to show you because Bruce doesn't know what it is yet." You sighed, pushing away from the banister, "But it's okay. I realize guys don't really like those sorts of things. It's kind've hot, I'm gonna go inside."

Loki started for a moment, staring after you. He hoped he hadn't offended you, but flowers- well you even seemed to know they weren't something he'd want to see. But shit, it wasn't about him, it was about you.

"Wait!" He called, hurrying to catch the door, coming back into the building.

You were half tempted not to stop, but you did anyways, turning to look at him.

"I do want to see the flower, but I just didn't know if there was something else you'd rather do. The party looked like something you would've enjoyed." Loki explained.

Why the hell did he have to look so sexy? You wished you could see him in his pool garb. Black or green or gold swim trunks. No shirt. You imagined that he had a fit body underneath the layers of Asgardian leather. You could imagine black aviator shades on his face, his hair possibly pulled back into a ponytail.

You quickly shook your head to clear your thoughts and said, "Well, I knew you wouldn't enjoy the party. You don't really like them. Anyways, the flower is this way."

Immediately, he was caught off guard of your awareness for his likes and dislikes. Sure, he knew all of yours, perhaps even knowing more about you, than you did. But the fact that you were just as aware as him was strange.

Different.

Almost likable.

You led him down the hallway, taking the elevator to the bottom floor. You slipped into Bruce's lab, the door shutting behind the two of you. You led him over to the case display where he'd set up the flower under examination.

"It is quite unique." Loki admitted after looking at the flower for a moment. In reality, he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You were a strange mortal, no doubt, perhaps as unique as this flower in the right place. After all, this flower didn't stick out in its home, but it did on Earth. And he supposed each human was unique in their own way. You were just more special.

"I hope its not harmful." You said wistfully. "I want to know what it smells like."

Loki suddenly plucked the glass case off of the flower and you stared at him in shock, "What if it's poisonous! Loki put it back!"

"Calm down Y/N. A measly flower cannot kill me." Loki smiled, before lowering his nose down to smell the flower. After inhaling the scent, he pulled back. "Perhaps it is just me, but there seems to be a very strange smell coming from the flower. It's almost like. . . honey and almonds but that can't quite be right, can it?"

You bent down to smell the flower next. After all, it didn't seem to have affected Loki so it was probably safe.

Well that was strange because you didn't smell any of the things that Loki had smelt. Instead, you seemed to have smelt expensive leather, expensive cologne, and vanilla. Actually. . . it smelt a lot like Loki.

You laughed, "Kind've reminds me of Amortentia."

"What in the world is that?" Loki asked.

"It was a love potion in Harry Potter. Smells like the person that you are in love with so each person thinks the flower smells like something else." You explained.

Loki's cheeks flushed pink. "Ah I-"

But whatever he was going to say didn't matter, as two small pink hearts actually popped out of the flower. They were extremely small, small enough to fit on your pinky fingernail. They weren't filled in, but seemed rather a stencil. They floated upwards and you felt one land on the tip of your nose and looked to Loki in time to see the other hit him on the nose and then sink in.

"Are we dead?" You asked with fright.

Once again, he didn't get to answer because your lips were pressed together, your arms around each others necks. The kiss was messy and erotic, a clashing of lips, tongue, and teeth. It was like you were trying to devour each other, and neither of you were able to get any closer.

"This needs to come off." Loki growled, ripping the shirt from your body and you had no room to protest as you were feverishly stripping him of his Asgardian uniform, cursing the amount of layers he was wearing.

Loki attached his lips to your neck as you kicked off your own skirt, leaving you bare in front of him. Most of his clothes were off, though he wouldn't let you go to take his pants off. Those he shucked off himself.

It was like a very chaotic dream as the two of you seemed to almost wrestle with each other, over to one of the desks in the middle of the room. Loki swept everything off of the desk, making glass shatter, pens scatter, and papers drift out across the room.

Loki seemed to suddenly slam you down on the table, before plunging into you in a feral way. Your back arched off the table at the sudden intrusion, but you found that it had been a very easy entrance, as there was almost no pain.

"Fuck." You moaned, "Loki, faster."

"It's your highness to you." Loki growled again.

"Your highness!" You nearly screamed.

Everything seemed heightened, yet fuzzy. Like you couldn't even believe that your orgasm was already fast approaching and he'd barely been inside of your for a minute. Nor was he overstimulating you in any way that would make an orgasm approach so fast.

Your fingers dug into his forearms, spurring him on to move even faster inside of you, hips snapping against yours. You might've sworn that his balls were hitting you so hard in the ass that you'd have bruises tomorrow. His hands were definitely going to leave bruises all over your body from how tightly he was holding.

It was fuzzy though, like your brain wasn't really working. A small part in the back of your mind was telling you that this was bad, that this was wrong. It was going to ruin your friendship with Loki after all. How were the two of you going to recover after this? You were going to lose one of your best friends because of a stupid flower!

But that part was clear and the rest was fuzzy and you couldn't really focus on it with so much chaos going on around you. You were mostly feeling euphoric, barely even thinking about anything at all as your orgasm hit you like the impact of the bottom of a cliff.

You weren't sure how long you went or how many rounds or even how many orgasms. You know that you went from your back on the desk, to riding him on the floor, to being fucked into a chair, and then back to the floor.

It was like a dream and then the two of you seemed to slow down, things seemed to become clearer. The lights seemed less harsh and you realized that though the room was freezing cold, you were both covered in sweat.

You collapsed against Loki's chest and his arms drew you into him.

"Shit." He muttered. "I wasn't expecting that."

You were silent, heart pounding. You had had a crush on him for the longest time. You had wanted this for the longest time- but not like this. It was supposed to be mutual. It was supposed to be remarkable, rememberable.

You sat up slowly, searching for your clothes when Steve, Bruce, and Tony came walking in. Steve backpedaled so quickly upon seeing the two of you buck naked that he slammed his head into the doorframe, denting it rather effectively.

Bruce turned a nice shade of pink, covering his face with his hand.

Tony meanwhile, turned red and pointed to the stuff on the floor. "What did you do?!"

"I think that's very obvious Tony." Steve muttered, leaning his forehead on the wall so he didn't have to look at the two of you.

Loki seemed unconcerned, snapping his fingers so that clothes appeared on him again. Or maybe it was just an illusion, but either way you wished he could've done it for you.

You wrapped one of the office blankets around you and then you said, "Well, Bruce, we found out what your flower does."

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[blackypanther9]

The Spook - Loki x Reader (Marvel x Fnaf Crossover)

WARNING!: Cursing, mention of murder, violence AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !

Part 9 - Discovery

As it turned 10PM William twitched and made sounds. Everyone was braced and had a weapon just in case.

As he was awake and looked at them, Destiny and Loki saw that his eyes were white and he looked scared as he saw the weapons.

“W-what are you doing…?”, William asked scared from his new voice box.

“Everyone, weapons down. This is William. The good one.”, Loki said and dropped his weapon.

Everyone followed his example. Destiny carefully walked towards him and held his Animatronic head, then put her forehead on his.

“You were controlled to kill us hours ago. We wanted to be ready that you would wake up controlled. No one will hurt you, William.”, she said softly.

“B-but the kids…”, he said in fear, gripping onto Destiny tightly.

“They helped us find you. They know that you were controlled to kill them. They are sorry.”, she shushed him softly.

William whimpered in fear.

“D-don’t leave me alone with them…”, he silently begged.

“For now I fear you will have to stay with them… We need to get to the bottom of everything.”, Destiny said.

“We still have 3 more Locations. We have Juniors, Fredbear’s Family Diner and Circus Baby’s Rentals.”, Dominic told William.

William stared at Dominic and all of a sudden his eyes turned red. He pushed Destiny behind him and stood up.

“What the fuck are you doing here ?!”, William hissed at him.

“Whoa ! Calm down ! Do we know one another ?”, Dominic asked.

Some picked up their weapons, but Loki stopped them. His eyes weren’t purple. They were red. They waited for now.

“You Fucker messed with my Animatronics ! Because of you everything went south !”, William yelled angered.

“I didn’t do anything !”, Dominic yelled.

Loki saw that.

“Liar.”, he accused Dominic.

Destiny looked at Dominic from behind William/Springtrap.

“What have you done ?”, she asked.

“I didn’t do anything ! I swear !”, Dominic yelled.

“LIAR !”, Loki yelled.

“Shut up ! I am honest !”

“You can’t lie to the God of Lies ! WHAT DID YOU DO ?!”

“He messed with the Animatronics ! He messed with the Funtimes, with Fredbear and Spring Bonnie and with the Originals ! The bite of 1987 was Toy Foxy biting a Guard’s head ! The Guard luckily survived, but we found out that someone messed with Toy Foxy ! And every time they were messed with YOU were there and had a satisfied smirk on your visage !”, William yelled.

Destiny stared at Dominic in shock and then at Loki.

“Loki ?”, she asked.

“William isn’t lying. Nothing to detect. But Dominic…he lied now 3 times already.”, Loki confirmed.

Dominic knew his cover blew and there was no way out of it. He cursed and pulled out a gun. He pointed it at Destiny.

“Give me William and no one gets hurt.”, he said coldly.

William growled and started to twitch out in anger, shielding Destiny. He was about to slap Dominic, but Destiny stopped him.

“Don’t ! These bullets are explosive ! They will blow you up !”

“Smart girl.”, Dominic said smirking.

William glared him down and continued to shield Destiny.

“If any of you move, I will shoot them.”, Dominic said loudly.

“I knew he was bad news !”, Freddy yelled.

“You are from HYDRA, aren’t you ?”, Destiny asked emotionlessly.

“You are getting smarter. Sadly too late and slow. I am thankful that you brought me the Asgardian Brothers too. The Boss will be happy to have them as an extra.”, he said darkly.

William growled even louder at that.

“If you touch even one of them I will kill you.”, William said.

Dominic laughed darkly.

“And how will you do that ?! You can’t even move !”

Destiny gave him an empty glare.

“HYDRA will be so happy to have you back, Test Subject 119087.”, Dominic told William.

William stared in fear at Dominic as he held up a needle. He laughed evilly and then stopped all of a sudden. He stared at his feet and the floor in shock. The floor was frozen and his feet were frozen in too.

“What the…?!”

“You forget that I never go alone without precautions. I AM NEVER ALONE.”, Destiny said darkly.

An animalistic growl was heard and not even a second later a Frost Giant pounced at Dominic from the dark. Dominic screamed in panic and pain, his gun frozen. The Giant beat the living shit out of him and then chained him up.

He turned to Destiny and William.

“Are you alright ?”, he asked.

“Yeah. You should go back home now. Thank you. I owe you.”, she told him and hugged the Giant.

“Anything for an old friend.”, he mumbled.

Destiny smiled and then playfully smacked the Giant’s ass, making him yelp.

“Now get back home. They will be worried sick.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

With that he disappeared.

“What just happened ?”, Bonnie asked.

“A FROST GIANT ?! YOU WORK WITH A FROST GIANT ?!”, Thor and Loki yelled at Destiny.

She looked at them.

“Well, he was like a Brother to me. After what all happened…he found me and raised me. He was stranded on Midgard and with that had a roof. With time he found his way back to Jotunheim and I wanted to stay behind.”, she explained casually.

They blinked at Destiny, mouth agape.

She smiled softly and then looked at William.

“Will ?”, she called softly.

“Yes…?”

“What do YOU want ? Do you want to accompany us or do you think you can stay with the Missing Children ?”, she asked him.

“I rather help you.”, he told her.

She nodded.

“Alright.”

“But we have no van now.”, Thor said.

“I have his keys. So I drive the van and the next stop is Juniors.”, she said.

“What are we searching still ?”, Loki asked.

“First off, we need all the recordings of the Phone Calls in every Location. Golden Freddy you had the ones from Fazbear’s Fright collected and gave them to me. We still need the rest. In Circus Baby’s everything started. The bite of 1983 happened in Fredbear’s Family Diner. I want to know what happened to the soul of the bite victim and I need to find out what happened to Elizabeth. And I need to track down…Michael.”, Destiny said.

“Why ?”, Thor asked confused.

“I don’t want to know if HYDRA took them somehow.”

“Michael is alive ?”, William asked.

“Not sure, Will. We will find out.”, Destiny said.

“What are we waiting for then ?! Let us look for my children !”, William said and marched off.

Loki and Thor started at Destiny.

“All three are his ?!”, he asked.

“Yes.”

With that they left Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza and went into the van, driving off.

A/N: I FINALLY got another part done ! EEEEE !

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The Secret Prince

What if Loki had never left Asgard and had been raised in secret?

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[defiant-wallflower]

Betraying Smile

Word Count: ~6k

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Warnings: nothing too specific, mentions of less-than-ideal family situation, manipulative parent

This is my first real fic I've written and posted, I’ve been inspired as of late and wanted to give it a go :) I’ve been writing for a while but never had the guts to post anything until now! 

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You remember it vividly, the moment your stupid band teacher from middle school told you becoming a famous singer wasn’t an achievable career. That you needed to ‘pick something realistic.’ It had all but shattered your worldview, that moment. Apparently dancing, your runner-up, wasn’t a suitable career either. Ah. You were pissed, and he was too, after you’d made a remark about how you felt that ‘settling for teacher’ was not a decision you’d be interested in making. 

Regardless, you weren’t surprised that you spent the rest of the period in the principal’s office, left to ponder whether or not you wanted to consider a different occupation. Ultimately, you decided you should, and thus began the search for a profession that would be tolerable, but also easily achievable. 

You’d realized as you advanced through high school that those two requirements were a far cry from synonymous, and the topics that piqued your interest would require hard work and grit to make a career out of. Inevitably, your determination to make an enjoyable life for yourself surpassed your commitment issues, and teenage desire to procrastinate.  You decided you would focus on physics and astronomy. 

Despite the inconvenience of having to give something your all, as you progressed through the early stages of adulthood, you grew more and more thankful you’d made the choice to commit to something you truly wanted. Not only was it rewarding, achieving a long term goal, but you landed what you eventually concluded was your dream job.Your stupid band teacher changed your life. Taking a deep breath, you admired where the hell you managed to end up with a smile. It was downright amusing that you’d acquired a job as a lab assistant to Bruce Banner. 

Now, how you’d ended up living in the tower, too, was beyond you. Your father lived out of state, but in pursuit of your career, you’d moved in with your mom not too long before you’d been hired. Her being herself, though, she’d had unrealistic expectations of you and was not particularly fond of your attempts to set boundaries with her over them.

Her favorite tactic was to do everything in her power to tear apart the person she was arguing with by claiming she knew their intentions and beliefs better than they did, and would argue their integrity as a person. It always got under your skin but as you grew older you learned how to reason, at least a little bit, with an unreasonable woman, although not without its side effects. For one, you despised anyone trying to get a read on you. You took it personally, especially if they were wrong. 

Another thing that only proved to worsen your relationship with your mother was that nervous habit you had; smiling when accused of something. The look on your face would always be pure guilt, regardless of if you were actually guilty or not. Your mother seemed to use this against you, as proof that she was right in questioning your character. 

The way she’d use these things to tear you down every single time you’d get into a fight hindered your overall communication skills, especially when it came to disagreements. In some attempt to avoid issues with others, you’d put up a facade for all the people you weren’t close with. At the current stage of your life, though, that list happened to contain everyone. 

After having moved back in with your mother and relentlessly trying to reason and set boundaries with her, there’d been a few weeks of a useless power struggle because she refused to compromise or ‘lose’. In order to finally gain the upper hand she’d all but kicked you out, expecting you to not have any other options and just do whatever she wanted. 

That next day, Banner had noticed you were distracted and you’d tried to brush it off, as it wasn’t his burden to deal with, and the last thing you needed was to jump into the politics of your mother. He seemed insistent that he help if he could, though, and in an attempt to veer the conversation elsewhere, you’d asked about the current housing market. 

After a long conversation with Banner and him trying everything he could to convince you it was okay, and no, you were not intruding, it would actually be more convenient for him if you did, you found yourself moving into the tower within the week. Your mother was not happy about that, but you were at your wits end and couldn’t find it in you to care. And now, here you were, in the kitchen at two in the morning, drinking hot cocoa and enjoying how still the world felt at this hour.

Somewhere in your train of thought, you snapped back to the present moment. The warmth of the mug in your hands bringing you a sense of calm, the soft glow of the light in the kitchen adding to the peaceful atmosphere. It was quiet, save for the gentle buzz of electricity emanating from the light fixtures. Tonight was one of those nights where you couldn't quite sleep, mind still restless despite the fact bedtime was ages ago. 

You knew distress wasn’t your source of insomnia, thank goodness, but you chose to seize the moment and bask in the tranquility of this late hour.  It wasn’t exactly healthy, you knew, but there was a nostalgic feeling in your chest from the lack of sleep. Letting yourself stay up so late into the night gave you a sense of control over your time, which wasn’t a feeling you were graced with very often. Additionally, your body’s physical exhaustion hadn’t caught up just yet, making the bout of insomnia all the more easy to enjoy. 

Soon enough, you began considering the pros and cons of pulling an all-nighter, but your thoughts were interrupted by a quiet grunt, then, “What, pray tell, has got you sleepless at this hour?” Snapping out of your thoughts, and registering the fact you’d been found, you turned to face the source of the question with a slight blush dusting your cheeks. You had to fight a smile, seeing the dark-haired god that stood before you. He was wearing a thin cotton t-shirt, pajama pants, and you’d never seen him so informally dressed. It was endearing.

“Nothing in particular. Seems to just be one of those nights.” You wished you were better at eye contact, but the best you had in you was to look down at the drink in your mug and bite your cheek. You were awful with small talk, which was only worsened in the moment with how nervous you got around Loki. You weren’t entirely able to place why, but one reason definitely being that you always felt he could see right through you, and it was unnerving. You hated being underneath any kind of scrutinizing gaze, especially not from the God of Lies himself.

“Ah. Well, enlightening me on your worries is hardly any trouble for me, should you choose to.” Loki sidestepped you to make himself a drink; tea, it looked like. You’d quietly stated that there were no worries to enlighten him on. He didn’t push, and left as quickly as he’d appeared, albeit pausing in the doorway. Turning his head, he added, “I refuse to endure later complaints of tiredness, so do try to avoid that outcome and rest.” 

You smiled slightly at that, but you’d done nothing more than a quiet hum in response and watched as he disappeared down a hall. Taking a moment to wonder about his lack of jests this evening, the argument that he simply did not have the motivation to be anything other than affable right now quickly resolved your pondering about the subject. You’d clearly not had the energy to be talkative, either. You supposed nighttime just had its way of doing that. 

You and Loki had a bit of a cordial friendship, but you weren’t really sure how to deepen it. It’s not like you had many run-ins, seeing as you kept to your room or the lab, and he the library or his room. You supposed that’s why it took you so long to meet him. 

It had been your first game night with the team, which, to be honest, was weird to say. You hadn’t expected your taking residence to be anything of interest, but Bruce had invited you and you felt it couldn’t hurt to formally meet everyone. You weren’t one to really start little chats, so the few times you’d be in the same place at the same time of another avenger, you never progressed further in conversation than a small ‘hello’, followed by a quick exit.

It was relieving that everyone seemed to take kindly to your barging in on their game night. You’d been stumped as to how you’d manage to break the ice with the group, but the card game you were playing resulted in a lot of laughter and talk seemed to flow easier, after getting to know the more vulgar sides of The Avengers’ humor that Cards Against Humanity had brought out. You were astounded they even played it regularly, to be completely honest. 

What caught your eye about Loki, though, was how exceedingly unimpressed he looked to be with the game. He refused to actually play, choosing instead to people watch and read. From the few bits of attempted persuasion you had heard from Thor, Loki’s presence tonight didn’t appear to be his own decision.

His attitude made you bristle, and in that moment your had been reminded of the way your mother used to ridicule you for being negative in such a way, especially about ‘spending time with your loved ones’. At the same time though, you related to how Loki seemed to be feeling. It was conflicting and you weren’t particularly fond of it.

After the game had wrapped up and the group had begun to file out of the common room, you found yourself caught walking beside Loki, who was grumbling about how his night had been wasted. Already on edge, you blurted without thinking, “Maybe it wouldn’t have been a waste if you actually bothered to appreciate it.” The incredulous look he gave you somehow got you on the defensive, and without any forethought, you kept rambling, “if you go into these things determined to be a pissy toddler, you’re not going to get anything productive out of it by the time it’s over. So, yes, your night was wasted, but that’s on you.” 

Loki opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it and walked past you, refusing to dignify your comment with a response, but you heard him mutter “the nerve,” under his breath as he walked away. You’d felt a little guilty, but he didn’t seem hurt by it, so you let it go. Wonderful first impression.

After that, though, you observed that he seemed to make a point to be snarky with you anytime the opportunity presented itself. He was never outright mean, but he was witty and had a sharp tongue. The fact that it didn’t deter you at all, though, had slowly resulted in him loosening up. 

You were relatively unphased by the God, seeing as you had bigger issues in your life and he wasn’t presenting himself to be anything more than vexing on occasion. Well, relatively unphased by him except for how you increasingly became more timid around him, reasons unbeknownst to you. 

Over the next few weeks, him loosening up made way for the two of you to fall into a more comfortable routine, but even so, you weren’t sure how to break your friendship past the surface level, seeing as your best wit, the kind that the two of you got along best over, the kind you’d given him the day you had met, was always impulsive and accidental. It didn’t leave much room for segues or lighthearted conversation. 

At some point, though, It seemed he’d caught on to how you’d be more prone to such quips whenever you felt tense and defensive, and after one particular snide comment from you he’d responded by simply chuckling and calling you ‘little spitfire.’ You weren’t opposed to the nickname by any means, but you didn’t exactly appreciate how much it had made you blush, or how Loki noticed it made you blush. Suddenly, you were hearing it far more often.

The following morning, or, well, a few hours after your run-in with Loki in the kitchen, you awoke feeling groggy as ever. Seems those few hours of sleep weren’t enough. How you were going to manage to stifle your irritability today, you weren’t sure. Thank goodness it was the weekend, at least. You couldn’t fathom going to work in the lab in this state. Trading your pajamas with a thin white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, you quickly made your way into the kitchen. 

This time around, coffee was your drink of choice. As it was brewing, you ran your hands through your hair and back down to rub your face. You weren’t really sure what you wanted to do today, seeing as you didn’t have much mental capacity for anything that required brainpower, but after flipping through a few different options to waste the day with in your head, you settled on reading. 

You’d swung back by your room to grab the first book from a series you loved as a young teen, and made your way to the library to settle into the couch and read it, stretching your legs across the cushions and laying on your back.

It was some fantasy romance novel, and the main character was incredibly stupid. You couldn’t help but lovingly tear apart the poor logic she’d had. If you discovered this book series for the first time today, you’d likely find yourself disliking it; the writing was poor and the Chosen One plotline wasn’t your cup of tea. But what was one to do? Twelve year old you was enamored with the series and it, unfortunately, became a piece of you. 

As you let yourself zone in to the worldbuilding and awkward remarks the main character would make, you felt the world around you slowly haze into nothing, as the words on the page began to feel less like words and you felt more like you were in the novel itself. 

You rarely allowed yourself to read like this, completely engrossed in the novel and completely oblivious to your outside surroundings. Which, you suppose, is why you didn’t hear the muffled sound of an airhorn going off somewhere down the hall. And also why you hadn’t realized Loki had stormed into the Library only moments later. Additionally why you’d been oblivious to his aggressive body language, the way he leaned against the doorway in contemplation, eyes locked on you.

Honestly, you’d been particularly distracted by the current scene unfolding in your book. The love interest held the main character in his arms bridal style, while they were trying to figure out a puzzle of sorts. She’d needed to be held that way because the riddle they were working with had mentioned something about her ‘needing to be in between the ground and the sky’. 

While in his arms, she’d gotten distracted looking at him, and found herself smiling lopsidedly. Or, rather, he found her smiling at him. He’d asked her what she was thinking about that had her smiling in that way, and she refused to enlighten him. ‘Need I remind you, you are in prime tickling position, and there’s no escape. Tell me.’ was what he’d quipped back. That part got you to squirm every time.

Still engrossed in the book, you shifted your posture, pressing yourself a little further into the couch, and bit your lip, a blush spreading across your cheeks. Loki had unfortunately seen this, and had then made his decision to approach you, practically stomping across the floor to where you lay on the couch. Grabbing the book from your hands and lifting it above his head, you yelped in surprise and covered your mouth with one hand while your blush deepened, only just noticing his presence in the room.

You knit your brows together, looking up at him as you lowered your hand and opened your mouth to ask what was that for? The look on his face in which he was peering down at you with, though, that off-putting smile and the mischievous glint in his eyes, had led you to ask a different question. “...why are you looking at me like that?” 

“You truly believe attempting such a weak prank, on The God of Mischief, no less, was an intelligent play?” 

“Loki? I hate to tell you this, since you seem to have hung your hopes and dreams on the notion that I do, but unfortunately, bud, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I thoroughly doubt that, spitfire. But, no mind. It seems I’ve happened upon something far more intriguing that requires my immediate attention.” Confusion etched onto your face, you watched curiously as he lowered his arm, the one that contained your book in it’s hand, only for the realization to hit you like a truck. He’d seen you blush only moments earlier.

No.

Hell no.

He’s about to read that page, isn’t he? 

Dread began to settle into your chest, and without any true thought going into it, you leaped up to try and wrangle the book from his hands, throw him off balance, make him lose the page, something, but he seemed unfazed as he pushed you back onto the couch in the same spot you’d been in before.

Seemingly deciding one hand wouldn’t be enough to keep you in place where you lay, he settled for sitting on your upper legs to get the job done. You’d sat up as well as you could, and a small smile adorned his face as he bore witness to your struggle attempting to prevent his next actions. Simply playing your little game and letting you attempt to wrestle with the one free hand he had, he extended his arm over his head once again fought to contain his chuckle at the high-pitched grunt of frustration that had left your lips.

“My, you feisty thing. What might you be trying to prevent me from discovering here?” He was going to try to incapacitate you further, but quickly, he’d realized that simple nickname had all but done it for him. You squeaked loudly and immediately stopped struggling, practically collapsing into the couch behind you and opting instead to hide your face in your hands, peeking your eyes out to look at him between your fingers as a few strained giggles bubbled from your mouth. Loki could only imagine the blush had gotten worse since it first appeared on your cheeks.

Impulsively, he’d let out a laugh and lowered himself closer to your face, leaning on his free hand, which was now beside your head. Voice barely above a whisper, he uttered, “You are in trouble.”

You giggled again, and he sat upright, straightening his posture.  He brought his arm that was holding the book down once more, now at reading level. You instantly lunged for it again, only for him to glare at you and use his free hand to push against your shoulder, successfully getting you lying on the couch flat on your back yet again. After threatening to use his magic if you refused to just sit still for a minute, you’d finally half-accepted your fate and stopped trying to fight him, instead crossing your arms and trying to talk him out of it.

“Put it down Loki! Please.”  He glanced over once, otherwise pretending not to hear you as his eyes flitted over the page, trying to unravel where exactly you had wound up so flustered. 

Despite it being a poorly written novel, and wracked with an excessive amount of cliche, he hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary, unless you got flustered at even the idea of physical contact. Which, looking over at you now, he supposed wouldn’t really be too far off. He’d never seen you red like this, but no. You wouldn’t be practically fighting for your life over the fact a girl was being held in someone’s arms.

As he read a bit farther, he caught it, and a small smile graced his face once again. It was the boy’s threat. His threat to tickle her. Somehow, tickling being something that flustered you felt fitting to him, and he was more than prepared to use it against you, as payback for that little stunt that sent him careening into the library in the first place. 

He tossed the book onto the floor, and your heart was racing. You were screwed. The devious smile on his face told you everything.

“Well, it appears I’ve found you out, haven’t I?” You shook your head rapidly, quietly managing to ask if he’d please get off you now, to which he’d responded, “Oh, darling, I have hardly begun with you. Now, allow me to ask again; You truly believe attempting such a weak prank, on The God of Mischief, was an intelligent play?”

“Is that what this whole ordeal is about?! I didn’t even do anything!” you yelled and partially sat up, bringing your hands behind you and leaning on them for support. You felt incredibly nervous, and were partially trying to make your point, partially trying to keep the conversation going as to avoid the inevitable. But, he gave you an accusatory look, and gods, you knew your face was betraying you. You could feel that stupid guilty smile creeping onto your face again. That smile had lost you so many arguments. 

“Wrong. That little look on your face is quite telling. You have guilty written all over you.” You groaned in frustration.

“It’s not something I can control, Loki! My smile is irrelevant to my innocence!”

You didn’t know what prank he was talking about, but it seems as though if you didn’t figure it out fast, Loki would unleash his wrath on you. While you were stuck. Of course this is somehow the life you’d gotten yourself into, being trapped underneath a god who was deadset on pinning something on you that you had nothing to do with. Loki grasped both your wrists in his hands, tugging them towards his chest, and glared at you.

“What, exactly, led you to believe you’d get away with it? That I wouldn’t come seeking you out, finding leverage to exact my revenge with?” Your smile grew wider, to your dismay. You kicked against the couch cushions, still trying to throw him off, but said nothing in an attempt to keep him monologuing.

“Or, maybe, you were expecting that. Perhaps you eagerly hoped I would come after you? Something as blatant as what you did will not go without discipline, little spitfire, surely you knew that.” You being unable to hide your face through this ordeal made it worse, and you were pretty sure Loki was flustering the life out of you on purpose. He could see the flame that engulfed your cheeks, there was no way he couldn’t.

“Loki. I don’t know what you think I’m trying to get away with. I don’t even know what happened.” You breathed out desperately, trying to plead your case, and tugging at your wrists with all your strength. 

Unfortunately for you, your ‘strength’ barely held a candle to his. The gravity of the situation began to set in, and nervous excitement bloomed in your chest. This was borderline mortifying, but you reasoned that despite that, you’d live.

You knew Loki wasn’t judging you, and playfulness like this wasn’t something you had growing up. You weren’t entirely too eager to dismiss it so quickly, now that it’d found it’s way into your lap for what felt like the first time. Accepting your fate, you stopped sitting up and let yourself fall back into the couch with a grunt.

“Playing this ignorant isn’t assisting you, my dear. Your feeble attempts to hide the truth is precisely what is giving you away. You should know better than to lie to the God of Lies himself.” 

He placed both of your wrists in his right hand and tugged them above your head, effectively pinning you. Okay, so maybe you’d accepted your fate, but your self preservation kicked in anyway. You fought with new vigor, trying to squirm away, throw him off you, or anything that would get him to not fluster the ever living hell out of you like you knew he was about to, but all to no avail.

In the mess of it all, you’d made a comment that was more of a question about how he would know what the truth looks like if he’s such a God at lying, but it was one of your weaker retorts and it fell on deaf ears as the poised his free hand over the middle of your stomach and lowered it, his fingertips gently resting there. Giggling already, you tried to suck in your stomach, but it was proving to be a futile attempt at avoidance. His smile only grew.

“You’re going to be incredibly sorry, once I’ve tickled you to pieces. Ah, how had your book-boy worded it? That’s right. You, little minx, are in prime tickling position, and there is no escape.” He winked. Your face burned hotter, somehow. Then, his hands on your stomach sprung into action, clawing at the sensitive skin he found there, and you immediately squealed, slamming the back of your head against the couch and falling into high pitched giggles as he used feather light touches to torment you. 

“Oho, this is undoubtedly going to get worse for you, if you’re already giggling this much. I’m hardly even touching you.” He tutted and added, “You poor, ticklish little thing.” 

“shuhut UHUP!” Your giggles had gone up an octave after his commentary, and Loki decided to change tactics, switching to pinching and squeezing at your sides, moving his hands up and down the length of your torso. 

Your giggle fit had noticeably decreased, but he happened to dig into a spot just above your hip, and seeing you violently jerk, chose to keep his hand there. Squeezing rapidly and digging into the sensitive skin, he relished in the squeals and loud laughter it extracted from you. You tried fruitlessly to tug your arms down and protect yourself from his ticklish onslaught, but it was a fruitless endeavor. As you began to run out of breath he rested his hand for a moment, letting you breathe.

“Lohohoki!” You whined, a few residual giggles spilling out.

“Yes?” he traded his hands, the one previously holding your wrists now stilled at your hip, ready to jump into action on your other side, and the old tickling hand now keeping your wrists in place.

“This is freaking stupid.” You mumbled bashfully, avoiding eye contact. You hated that you were enjoying his little game, and even moreso, you hated that he knew you were. 

“Hm, agreed. It was quite reckless and, to use your own words, ‘stupid’ of you to allow me such dangerous information.” You glared at him and tugged on your wrists for emphasis.

“As you can see here, good sir, I didn’t allow shit!” You sucked in a breath at the gleam in his eye resulting from your comment. 

“That’s pretty bold language for someone so…devastatingly ticklish. And in such a helpless position at that.” Without warning, his hand that lay at your other hip began squeezing at a rapid speed, and you burst into laughter once more, thrashing against his hold. That reaction didn’t seem sufficient for him, though, and he released your wrists in favor of using both hands to now drill his thumbs into your hips. 

You shrieked, and your laughter became louder and more frantic, but Loki was keenly aware of your choice to hide your face instead of fight off his hands, seeing as your first move was to grab a nearby throw pillow and wrap your arms around it, crushing it to your face. You weren’t even trying to stop him. He chuckled. 

“Don’t believe I’ve failed to notice your lack of resistance to me. Silly girl, leaving yourself vulnerable like this.” 

Testing just how much you’d allow him to get away with, he left your hips alone, making both of his hands into little claws and ever so gently trailing his fingertips along your torso. Dragging up the length your sides and nearing your ribcage elicited a squeak, and he took note of how your breathy giggles seemed to increase in volume the higher up he got.

“Lohoki, we are in a frEHEAKING librahary!!” You squealed when he reached your underarms, and began lightly scratching at the sensitive skin, giggles now pouring out uninterruptedly. “Yohou’re supposed to behe quiet in libraries!!” Your words were heavily muffled by the pillow, but he seemed to hear you fine.

“Darling, the severity of your laughter is not my responsibility. You have a pillow to reduce the noise, do you not?” He continued his attack in that same spot, gently wiggling his fingers into the hollows, but in an attempt to get more laughter from you, he began to drill into the spot just above your highest ribs. Your giggles grew to soft laughter, and your grip around the pillow tightened as you pressed it harder into your face.

He paused, his hands wandering downwards once more, as he was trying to give you another breather. He lightly traced circles along your ribcage, attempting to pinpoint where you seemed most sensitive. The light touches sent ticklish shocks through your body, and it was nearly unbearable, how gentle he was being. You began to stomp your feet against the couch cushions behind him, but had yet to make any move to stop him, despite unsuccessfully twisting and turning in your place beneath him.

Observing how your giggles got louder the higher up your ribs his fingertips went, he settled his hands into little claws on the front middle of your upper ribs. shit. You tensed, but before you could make a move, he quickly began drilling into the spot. Gods, it was awful. You had no idea just how bad that spot was, how sensitive your ribs were, until that split-second of a moment where he dug in.

If the deafening screech that escaped your lips afterward wasn’t what caught him off guard, it was certainly when you flung yourself upwards and slammed the pillow into his face at full force despite having been completely docile moments before. It hadn’t moved him from where he sat, but he did pause for a moment, chuckling.

He stilled his fingers, but kept them poised at the spot, smiling down at you after you sheepishly brought the pillow down and apologized for the outburst, looking down and avoiding eye contact.

“Now, what ever could have brought on a reaction such as that, little thing?”

With a giggle, you answered, “you knohow what.”

“Well, I’m most certainly going to be doing that again,” he mused.

You dared a peek at him, smiling, and meekly asked, “Can you pause for a second, though?” Loki wasn’t entirely able to piece together why you’d asked, seeing as you seemed to be enjoying yourself, but he decided to play it safe and retract his fingers, crossing his arms across his chest. 

Still, though, he’d made a point not to get up from his spot, as to allude to the fact that we’re not done here. He found it rather cute, how you seemed perfectly fine with that notion. He raised an eyebrow at you, willing you to say what was on your mind.

“What exactly was the prank?” Loki bore an incredulous look on his face. He sighed, but took a moment to gather his thoughts.

“I can’t decipher exactly how many tricks you have up your sleeve if you’re unable to recall mine, but the one that started this whole mess was the airhorn duct-taped to the office chair in my bedroom. You clever thing.” laughter tumbled out of your mouth, and he took that as an admission to guilt. Continuing, he added, “I was distracted reading and didn’t notice it. I sat in my chair, and after that wretched noise went off I came seeking the revenge I so dearly deserved.”

“I am soho sorry,” you started, and Loki tilted his head slightly. Apologizing for it so easily? “Buhut I am not the one that did that. One, I have never even attempted a prank on anyone in this tower, two, I am not sneaky enough to pull a stunt like that off, and 3, even if I was, there’s no way I’d actually believe you’d fall for one that obvious, that’s just stuhupid!”

As Loki stared at you, he realized you made a good point, but now you were laughing at him. You’d called his brief lack of attention stupid. He simply would not let that go.

“You’re getting awfully cheeky there, considering how easily I’m able to do this.” he slammed the pillow back into your face, using it as leverage to shove you back down against the couch, and immediately attacked that spot on your ribs that had previously made you shriek.

And shriek you did. Laughter exploded from your chest, and you tried using the pillow to whack his face, but after a moment he flung it across the room and continued his attack. Not actually pushing him away but feeling the need to retaliate somehow, you had a death grip on his wrists as your feet were once again stomping behind him.

He was relentless, harshly working his fingertips into every crevice. When he hit that one specific rib, and attacked the same spot on your other side simultaneously, your laughter fell silent, and you let the ticklish feeling overtake you as you went limp. After a few more moments, he finally let up, letting you breathe and standing up. Reaching a hand out to help you stand, you took it, but picked your book up off the floor on your way up.

Looking at the cover of the book, he asked, “What exactly is the appeal of such a cliche-ridden novel?”

“I will have you know my twelve year old self was in love with the main love interests’ brother. I was a hopeless romantic..” quickly getting yourself into a long-winded conversation about the stupid things about the book your younger self enjoyed, you’d slowly evolved into rambling about the character you used to have such a big crush on.

Halfway through, some part of your brain clicked and you’d realized a large chunk of your ramblings were also traits Loki shared with this fictional character...which explained a lot. Your newfound timidness around him began to make a lot more sense. Once you’d caught onto that little fact, though, you abruptly stopped talking about it. 

“Seems you might have a type, spitfire,” he winked at you, and you realized with a blush that he’d caught on as well. You...were definitely not going to be addressing this any time soon.

“Um.” You quickly averted your gaze, refusing to look at him, and settled yourself into a seated position onto the couch and opened your book back to that godforsaken scene that had all but gotten you into this whole mess. “I’m gonna finish my book now.” 

“Mind if I join you?” Willing yourself to look at him, you saw that he had conjured a book of his own in his hands. You gestured to the seat next to you, and smiled lightly to yourself as he settled in too. Feeling a bit confident, you turned yourself to face away from him, leaning your back against his arm and pulled your knees up to lay the book on.

It was a comfortable silence that fell between the two of you as you both read the rest of the afternoon away. You eventually finished your book and set it down, but not yet wanting to get up, you let yourself take a nap leaning against the god and resting your head on the back of the couch.

The two of you spending your day reading together was definitely something that needed to happen more often.

#lokixreader #ticklefluff #ticklish!reader #marvel tickle

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

Previous Chapter Masterlist

CHAPTER 9

“Captain Rogers.” The man did not stir.  Captain Rogers.” This time his eyelids fluttered, yet his eyes remained closed, head lolled to the side.  Sven had stomped his face much harder than Loki thought, and he wouldn’t have cared much if time was not of the essence.  Sighing to himself, he motioned to his guard.  Dag picked up a bucket of water and splashed the contents onto the captain’s face.

He awoke gasping and wild-eyed, hands straining against the ropes binding him to the chair.  Loki smirked at his attempts to escape.  “That won’t work.  I put those ropes there myself.  Only the strongest magic can remove it, and something tells me you haven’t the capacity for that.”

“What’s going on?” Steve demanded.  “Why am I here?  And why-” he winced as the pain in his left cheek overtook him.  Sven had effectively fractured his cheekbone and broken his nose.  “He stomped on me!  That little blond boy, the fag—”

Loki held up a hand.  “I suggest you stop there before you incriminate yourself further.”

“Further?” Steve smiled then, a charming, disarming grin Loki himself had used a number of times.  “King Loki, Your Majesty, I’ve done nothing wrong.  All I’ve ever done is carry out your rule.”

“Is that so?” Loki motioned to the other guard.  Harald handed him a yellow file with a name printed on the front.  “This is Sharon Carter’s medical file.” Steve’s eyes blew wide with trepidation.  “I am entirely sure you did not know this existed, but your reaction tells me you know what’s in it.  Care to explain?”  Steve made a careless gesture with his hands.

“There’s nothing to explain.  Relationships get rocky sometimes.  Sharon understood that.”

Loki flipped the file open to a page he knew well.  He brandished a picture of Sharon Carter’s split lip and black eye in front of the captain’s face.  “This,” he snarled, “seems like more than a few little ‘rocks’ to me.  You say you carry out my rule, but this was not in my directive.  I’ve also heard you’ve not been properly allocating resources as I instructed you to do.  I don’t think you’ve been carrying out my rule at all.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Why do I—” Loki gave a harsh laugh.  “The earth is mine,” he said.  “It’s mine.  You and your humankind were hellbent on killing yourselves until my brother and I intervened.  We wanted better for you, to show you the error of your ways and have you submit to our rule.  My brother chose you because he trusted you, and this is what you do.”  He shook the file and watched Steve’s jaw clench.  “Beat and torture your women—”

“Like you haven’t done worse?” Steve shot back.  “I’ve heard the stories about you.  You’re standing here judging me, and I know that nothing in that file compares to your actions.  Everyone is afraid of you, everyone—”

The force of the slap rocked Steve’s head to the side.  Loki raised his arm to hit him again, bringing the gloved hand across his cheek with a smack that resonated in the pristine white room.  Outside the restrictive force field, the other prisoners looked on at the scene in glee.  They did not seem to mind the violence once it was not directed at them, and they especially seemed to like that the king had come to do his dirty work himself.

Loki lifted his leather-covered hand.  He sneered at the glisten noticeable in the dim light.  “You stained my glove.”  The captain spit blood on the white floor.

“So you’re going to torture me?”  Steve grinned, showing the red staining his pearly teeth.  “Have at it.  I’ve dealt with men like you.”  

“That’s where you’re mistaken, captain.  There are no men like me.”  Loki raised his hand, clenching it slowly into a fist.  He saw the confusion in the captain’s eyes, the little bloom of panic as his oxygen was slowly restricted.  A handprint-shaped dent appeared on his throat, constricting until the captain turned blue.  Loki watched his feet scramble against the floor with a wicked grin.  “Hard to breathe?  How unfortunate.”

Loki took a seat on the plush chair brought in for his comfort.  He crossed one leg over his knee and plucked the parchment out of its pocket dimension.  “I have some questions for you, and it would behoove you to answer to the best of your ability.”  He tightened his fist for just a second to get the captain’s attention.  “Is that understood?”  A nod.  “Excellent.”

Steve doubled over in relief when Loki allowed him to breathe again.  He gave the captain a few seconds before launching into his investigation.

“Why have your people been having secret meetings with Aesir?”  The captain’s eyes flickered down.  Loki lifted a hand in warning.  “Answer me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?”  Steve did not budge.  Through the wariness in his eyes, Loki could see that this was a man not easily broken.  “My spies on Midgard have told me that you, Commander Barnes, and Commander Fury have been taking meetings for the past month with known Asgardian traitors.  You have also,” he glanced down at the parchment, “recently received a large shipment that was not reported to us.  Pray tell what is in it?”

Steve was silent for a long time.  His eyes flickered between the parchment and Loki before holding his gaze.  “It’s Bruce, isn’t it?  He’s your source?  I should’ve known.”

“I am the one asking the questions here.”

The captain rolled his eyes.  “I’m sure she’s filled your head with lies too.  What did she say?  That Buck hit her?”  Steve scoffed.  “And you believed her?”

Loki rose to his feet in a stroke of anger.  He handed the files to Harald and moved toward the captain.  “She didn’t have to tell me anything.  I saw what Barnes did to that girl.  The bruises, the cuts, the fear on her face.  He tortured her, and for what?  I don’t know where this misguided notion came from, but that is not how we treat our women here on Asgard.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”  Steve’s blue eyes blazed like the flames of hell.  “Didn’t you try to invade Jotunheim once?”  Loki’s façade faltered.  “Yeah, I thought so.  I remember when you and Thor were at odds, when you were playing the mad dictator and he couldn’t stop you.  You wanted that ice realm for yourself, and you expect me to believe you left the women untouched?”  The captain gave a nasty grin.  “I know what happens in war.”

“I have never placed my hand on a woman— or a man— in a way that was unwanted.  Do not presume to liken us to one another.”  He grabbed ahold of Steve’s flaxen hair and gave it a shake.  “I would never do what you or Commander Barnes do to your women.”

“You seem awfully concerned about our women,” Steve shot back.  “Or perhaps this is about one in particular.”  Loki saw the insinuation in the captain’s face before he voiced it.  “You’re fucking her, aren’t you?  That’s why you’re so concerned.”

Loki was taken aback.  “I—”

“Fuck, she’s such a whore.  I told Buck that, but he wouldn’t listen.  He saw the way she fought him and wanted to break her.  And he did break her, mind you.  I’m just surprised she managed to muster up enough courage to spread her legs for a bastard king—”

Steve went silent when Loki’s hand crossed his cheek.  He had let him speak for far too long.  Enough was enough.

“I’m not going to get any information from you, clearly.”  The captain glared at him.  A nice shiner, similar to the one he had given Sharon Carter, was beginning to form on his right eye.  “That doesn’t mean I can’t still have some fun.”

Loki hit him again and again, curling his hand into a fist to increase the force of the blows.  Blood and bruises sprang up along the captain’s once handsome face.  Red splattered along the clean walls of the cell with every contact of his fist.  He hoped what he had read about the man’s vast capacity for pain was true.  It would be a shame to have him pass out too soon.

“My king.”  Loki turned, one hand poised to strike the captain again.  Blood dripped down his leather glove and soaked the green of his sleeve.

“Yes, Harald?”

The older man’s eyes dipped to the captain and back.  “I think he’s dead.”

Loki looked upon the captain.  His face was a raw, bloody mess, and it filled him with a sick sense of satisfaction.  Still, he narrowed his eyes as he searched for any signs of life.  “His chest still moves,” he observed.  “Mouth too.  What a shock.”  Steve’s mouth was indeed moving, working sluggishly as he tried to speak.  Loki leaned forward to listen.  “What was that?  I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“I said,” Steve gritted out, “that I can’t wait for them to kill you like they killed your mother.”

Loki let out a feral growl.  He placed the bottom of his boot on the captain’s chest and gave a mighty shove.  The chair fell to the ground, slamming Steve’s head against the tiled floors.  Loki straddled the man and gave a bounce, revelling in the crack that spoke of broken ribs accompanied by the captain’s grunt of pain.

“You talk too much.”  He reached into the man’s mouth and grabbed ahold of his tongue, pulling it out until it turned white at the root from the stretch.  With his other hand, he materialised his trusty dagger.  “It’s time for you to shut up.” 

Loki brought the dagger down.

ooOOoo

Sobs racked your frame as Sven carried you to your room.  You clung to his arm like a lifeline as he led you down the hall, and you could not stop crying.  Even after Kari changed your dress and tended to your wounds, and Sven took you to the king’s study, the tears would not stop. 

“Miss,” said Sven.  “Miss Dee, are you hungry?  You skipped breakfast this morning.”  He held out a platter of breads and cheeses to you.  You eyed the food and cried even harder, making Sven wince.  “Miss Dee—”

“I’m sorry.  I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.”  Pesky tears ran down your face.  You swiped at them in annoyance, cursing your tear ducts for their sudden lack of control.  A lot of the fear from Steve’s sudden arrival had faded, and anger now took its place.  It settled like a weight on your chest, burning through your dress and layers of skin until it singed your nerve endings and radiated through your body. 

“Don’t apologise, Miss Dee.  There is no need for it.  It’s all that bastard’s fault.  Men like him—” Sven’s jaw clenched, hands curling into a fist to control his temper.  “He got what he deserved.” It was only the second time you had seen him so worked up, the first being in the garden with Steve.  Sven was usually such a sweet boy that it was hard for you to conflate him with the man who stomped Steve’s face with all his might.  Then there was his previous behaviour to look at.

Sven had read you almost immediately on the bridge.  He saw your concern, sized up James’ attitude, and immediately went on the defensive:  making sure you were not left alone, keeping the horse slow, shutting down James’ complaints because you couldn’t.  And the way he handled Steve—not just protective but bordering on unhinged.

“Sven,” your voice was faint.  “You know, don’t you?”  He remained silent, so you gave a little push.  “You know what James did to me.  You knew it the moment you saw me on the bridge.”  Sven gave a slight nod, sympathy bleeding into his eyes, and your breath hitched.  “How?”

“My mother was like you.”  He leaned back, mist filling his brown eyes as he was pulled into a memory.  “She met my father when she was very young — around my age, actually— and he was a few centuries her senior.  Everyone in the village knew he was the rottenest apple in the bunch.  Always gambling and drinking his life away.  The catch was his entire family was dead, leaving him a fortune that made him the richest man in the village.”

“Is that why your mother married him?” you wondered aloud.  “For security?”  Sven’s eyes blew wide.

“No!  My mother detested the man!  She was married to him by force!  They were very poor, my mother’s family, with seven other sons to see about besides her.  I guess they thought it was easier to marry her off, so when my father took an interest in her—”

“They sold her to him,” you deduced.  “For money.” Sven gave you a sad nod.

“Mother always says we cannot judge people whose positions we were never in.  She loves her family, and still speaks to them.  Kari and I do not.  I hate them,” he seethed.  “They put her in that position and did not lift a finger to help her, even when she would show up on their doorstep covered in blood.”

The tears that filled your eyes were not for you, but for Sven.  After your ordeal, you were shocked that you could muster enough empathy to spend on someone else.  “Sven,” you reached out to touch the sleeve of his shirt, avoiding the skin-on-skin contact that made you feel like worms were beneath your flesh.  “Sven, I am so sorry.  That must have been so awful for you.”

“It was,” he admitted.  “Kari was an adult when I was born, but even she was afraid of my father.  He was strong for a degenerate, and as liberal with his fists as he was with his spirits.  My sister received a few blows when she would get in between him and my mother.”

“And did you?”  You thought back to the way he put himself between you and Steve without a second thought.  There was no doubt in your mind that he had done that before.  “Sven?”

“My father was never cruel to me, though I cannot say why.  My theory is that he hoped I would end up like him.”  Sven brought his hands together in his lap, wringing them as he spoke.  “He never respected women to begin with.  He blamed the alcohol, but I think it was him, and the drink was his excuse.  I’ve seen many a man drunk before, and they’ve never resorted to violence.

“How is your mother now?” you wished to know.  “Is she—”

“Alive?  Yes.  The harem was not built when she came to the palace seeking refuge.  Queen Frigga was on her way out with King Loki—he was just a prince at the time, actually— and she took pity on my mother.  I was only twelve when they moved us into the palace and offered her maid’s work, which my sister took up as well.  She quite enjoys the lifestyle, and she has so loved tending to you.”

You smiled as you recalled your fair-haired handmaiden.  Though they shared similar looks, you would never have guessed she was related to Sven.  “Your sister is kind.  I like people who are kind.  I’ve had very little of that in the lifetime that I do remember.  The king promised to help me find out who I am but…” You looked down at your hands.  “I guess I can’t blame him if he doesn’t.  He’s got an entire realm to govern.  I’m not so stupid as to think he would drop that just to help me, especially after the trouble I’ve caused.”

Sven shook his head.  “If King Loki has given you his word, he will surely stand by it.  Do you know how I became a guard?”  You shook your head.  “I always looked up to the king’s guard.  In some way, I guess it was my subconscious projecting, dreaming up ways for me to escape my reality by means of making me a protector.  I mentioned my interest in becoming a guard to the king once, not long after I arrived, and he remembered.  When I came of age, he came to me and offered me a chance to train with his guard.  I’ve been with them ever since.”

“That’s…”.  There really wasn’t a word to describe what you had just heard.  “That’s great, Sven.  I’m glad the king remembered.”

“Yes, I was very glad he gave me the opportunity.  King Loki continued to take care of my family even after his mother passed.”  Sven leaned closer to you.  “Between you and me, I think he pays Kari and me more than we deserve.  I’ve heard other older guards and maids discussing salary, and it is sufficient, yet far less than what we receive.”

Before you could tell Sven that he was worth every penny he earned, you heard a commotion outside the king’s study.  You and Sven shared a look.  The noise outside got louder and closer, approaching the door until Sven rose to his feet.  He barely had time to cross the room before the doors flew open and a man built like a powerlifter stalked through the door.

His eyes landed on you.  “Are you Lady Dee?”

You were afraid to answer at first.  He was one of the largest men you had seen, even bigger and taller than Steve and James combined.  Half of his blond hair was up in a ponytail, allowing you a good look at his stubbled jaw and stormy blue eyes.  You cowered as you stared back at this mountain of a man, wondering what he could possibly want with you.

“W-who are you?”

“Thor!”  King Loki strode in behind the man, all long legs and green flowing cape.  His horns were absent from his head, and you noted that his hair was curlier than you remembered.  Even without them, he radiated royalty and kingliness.  It was him, you realised, that made the title, and not what he wore.  The king carried himself with a confidence and surety that was difficult to ignore, even as he narrowed his eyes at the burly man who was apparently his brother.

“What are you doing?”  He placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder.  “You know I don’t like people in my study!”

Thor, the other king and the man who had invited the best friend of your captor to Asgard, shook his tree trunk of an arm to rid it of his brother’s restraining hand.  “Stay out of this, brother,” he ordered, and you saw King Loki’s eyes tighten.  He had just opened his mouth to retort when Thor turned to you again.  “You haven’t answered my question.  Are you Lady Dee?”

 “Yes, I am.”

“Brother, this is hardly—”

Thor gave a grand bow, drawing a look from his brother mid-sentence.  “I come to you today with my sincerest apologies.  It has been brought to my attention that I have made a grave error in judgement that resulted in your harm.  Please forgive me for my unintended slight.  I swear to you I will do everything in my power to correct it if you will give me a chance to do so.”

You blinked at the bowed head of the blond god.  This was not at all what you had expected from him.  A reaction along the lines of the dark-haired king, sure, or maybe even a worse one, but not this.  Not this humble man who all but admitted his mistakes and was pleading for a chance to rectify them.

“Um…” Your eyes flitted to Sven, who gave you an encouraging nod.  “Yeah, I forgive you, I guess.”

Thor’s head snapped up.  A wide smile broke out over his face, its attractiveness taking you back.  He looked nothing like his brother, so you guessed they must each take after a different parent. 

“Excellent!”  He reached for your hand and held it between his two larger ones.  “It is lovely to have you on Asgard, Lady Dee!  Darcy speaks very highly of you.”  Thor leaned in, adding to the sweat that had already formed on your forehead at his touch.  “I must apologise once more for inviting Steve Rogers to Asgard.  My brother told me what he did in the gardens.  I assure you he will not come near you again, and if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to let me know.”

You can let go of my hand, for starters.  You wondered if you could even say that to a king.  Weren’t they above the law?  They were gods, for heaven’s sake.  What was a minor invasion of personal space compared to that?

“C-can you…” Beads of perspiration dotted your upper lip.  Your eyes searched the room for exits.  Instead of the doors, you managed to catch the gaze of  King Loki.  He took one look at your frazzled state and reached over to take his brother’s wrist.

“Lady Dee is still shaken from earlier today.  How about we give her a chance to rest?  We can talk to her later.” 

“Yes.”  Thor released your hand.  You held it to your chest and scooted away from him.  “Yes, you are right.  I did not think of that.”  He placed his hands on his hips, further accentuating his broad chest.  “I should go see my wife.  She has not been feeling well of late.”  He turned to his brother then, face taking on a hint of seriousness.  “I spoke to the guards.  Is it true, what you did to Steve?  Did you really—”

“Let’s talk later, brother.”  King Loki gave you a fleeting glance.  “Sven, how are you?” 

“Okay.”  The boy shuffled his feet.  “Would it be okay if I took off for the night?  I wish to go see my mother.”

Understanding bled into the king’s face.  “Of course.  Take as much time as you need.  I can look after Lady Dee until you return.”  Sven bid you goodbye, and you wished your body had recovered enough for you to give him a hug.  Thor left not long after.  He exchanged some hushed words with his brother at the door before giving you another goofy grin.  Once he was gone, you and King Loki were left alone.

“I must apologise for my brother.  He can be very enthusiastic and often forgets that people are not toys.  I suppose it comes with the territory of being a big oaf.” Amusement entered his eyes, then disappeared in a flash.  He looked over your form with a grim expression.  “Did a healer see to your arm?”

You touched the white bandage around your forearm.  “Kari did it.”  The king frowned.

“I would have preferred a healer to look at it.”  He took a tentative step toward you, watching you as though you would scamper away from him.  Your lack of skittishness seemed to please him.  “I can heal that for you if you want.”

“With your magic?” 

“Yes.”

The thought did intrigue you.  The king’s magic had caught your interest that day on the bridge, and you longed to see more of it in action.  Unfortunately, your quota for people touching you had been filled, and not even the promise of relief from the stinging pain could change that.  “No thank you,” you said quietly.

The king nodded.  “Not a problem.  I’ll have a healer look at it when you’re ready.”  He walked over to his desk and took a seat behind it— the same desk he had interrogated you from what now felt like a decade ago. 

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful,” you explained.  “I just—”

“Don’t want to be touched.  I understand.”  He dragged a piece of parchment across his desk and grabbed a feathered pen.  “You shouldn’t be afraid to tell my brother his touch makes you uncomfortable.  Thor is a very physical person, and even though he means no harm, he forgets not everyone is as receptive to such behaviours.”

“But you don’t?”  He looked at you.  “You don’t forget.”

The king shrugged—a human, nonchalant gesture that looked out of place on his otherwise regal frame.  “I’ve been told I read people well.  My brother is a better man than me, but he is not so astute at deciphering another’s feelings.”  He ran his eyes over the parchment once more.  “Bruce Banner has contacted me.”

“Really?” You sat up, gloomy mood pushed to the side in light of the news.  “What did he say?  Is he okay?  How’s Betty?”

King Loki furrowed his brow.  “I assume he is well, as he hasn’t told me differently.  I’m afraid I have no answers to the other questions.  Our conversation is strictly business.”

“Oh.”  It was hard to keep the disappointment out of your voice.  “What did he say?”

“Apparently, some of the commanders have been meeting with known traitors of Asgard, namely Barnes, Rogers, and Fury.  They also received a large shipment a while ago that was not disclosed to us.  My brother knows nothing of this, and we both find it suspicious.  Meeting traitors aside, that shipment concerns me.”

“And Bruce has no idea what it is?”  The king shook his head.  “What about you?  Any ideas?”

He sat the paper down with a sigh, face contorting in a muddled look.  “Considering the names of the traitors, I have some ideas.  Let’s hope I’m wrong.”  His tone made it clear that was all he was going to say on the situation. 

“What about Steve?”  You had been dying to know what happened to the man after the guards dragged him off.  “Tho—King Thor sounded concerned about him.  Where is he?”

“He is in the dungeons,” the king answered, and you swore you saw his eyes tighten.  “Rest assured, he cannot hurt you.  Even I have not been able to escape the dungeons.”

You frowned.  “Why would you need to escape the dungeons?  Have you been imprisoned before?” The king fixed you with an entertained glance.

“You ask a lot of questions, my lady.”  He held up two fingers and swirled them in the air.  You watched in fascination as the wheeled cart holding your food rolled toward you of its own accord, stopping about an inch from where you sat.  “I was informed you skipped breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.”  As though the universe was out to call your bluff, your stomach decided to growl loudly.  You clapped both your hands over your abdomen to muffle the sounds.

“It seems your stomach disagrees.”  He used his magic to move the cart even closer.  “Eat.  It is well past lunch.”

The food did look good, and you had skipped breakfast in order to go outside.  Starvation was probably not the best way to deal with the disastrous results.  “I’ll eat in my room.”

The king did not even lift his head from the new book he had conjured.  “Why?  The food is already there; just eat.”

“You just said you don’t like having people in your study.”  Your finger pointed in the direction of the door.  “I just heard you tell King Thor that.”

“Airs for my brother.  He had a nasty habit of messing up my things when we were children, and he hasn’t broken out of it.  Eat.” 

You eyed the food warily.  “I—”

“Lady Dee, I invited you here myself.  If I wanted you gone, I would have already sent you away.”  His eyes flitted to the food and back.   “Eat.  I will not have you wasting away on me.”

You reached for the food before you with a shaky hand.  The minute the bread touched your tongue you nearly moaned.  All the adrenaline coursing through your body stifled your hunger until it was practically unnoticeable.  If it weren’t for the king, you probably would have gone without eating until you fainted.

“I began looking into you last night,” he told you.  “Your date of birth is unknown, but I’ve gathered birth records from three possible decades in which you could have been born, and I am matching them with our current citizen records to look for any discrepancies.”

“Did you find anything?”

“Not yet, but there are many more records to go through.  Even if this fails, it could be that you just weren’t recorded.  A lot of births go unnoticed by or hidden from the palace.”�� He tapped the book with one slender finger.  “We will find out who you are.  There is nary a thing I have set my mind to that I cannot conquer.”

 The king seemed so sure of himself that it filled you with confidence too.  You leaned back into the couch and watched him scour the records.  Every time he finished a page, he would wet a finger on his tongue to turn to the next.  A comfortable silence settled over you, him reading the pages and you finishing your meal.  It gave you a chance to study his face unhindered.

You decided you preferred him without the horns.  Magnificent as they were, they added to the slight air of terror that followed him wherever he was.  King Loki was terrifying as is, but you had to admit there was something beautiful about him.  He looked nothing like his rugged, beefy brother, no.  His strength was all intellectual; quiet words and calculating glances that read a person in five seconds flat, though you were sure his physical strength was not lacking.

“Do you need something?”  His musical voice drew you out of your thoughts, green eyes holding you in place with a questioning glance.  You flushed under the intensity of his gaze.

“I was just wondering what happened to Steve,” you lied, and you were sure he knew it too.  “Your brother was about to ask you a question, and you stopped him, presumably for my benefit.  I promise you I can handle more than you think.  You don’t need to protect me from everything.”  You leaned forward.  “What did you do to Steve?”

“I cut out his tongue.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second.  It was not the act that threw you, but rather how unapologetic he sounded.

“Oh.”  You gave a nod.  “Good.  He talks too much anyway.”

Your attention drifted to your food after that, letting another silence envelope you.  There was no sound in the study save for his turning pages and you placing your cup down between sips of water.  It was a chance glance at the king that confused you; he was scanning the pages as before, a hand pressed to his mouth.  Behind it, you swore he was trying to hide a smile. 

Chapter 10

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[kneeling-before-loki]

Tall, Dark, and Morally Grey

Pairing: loki x fem!reader

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

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

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

W/C: 4900

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re in my spot, Loki.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to say.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Darling? Please, say something.”

More silence as you stared at him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very desperately,” you practically whimpered. 

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

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

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

“Loki, please. Don’t make me wait.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?” You murmured. “What is it?”

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

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[duckyhowls]

Any of y'all know that one Loki fanfic on wattpad where the MC became blind from the NY attack? Not a lot of detail but it's a story i read years ago. I don't know if it still exists all I know is that it was on wattpad, the MC was blind due to Loki's attack, and they meet on the street or whatever. If anyone knows pls send me a link or the authors name tyyy

#Loki #Marvel #Fanfic #LokixReader #LokixOC #wattpad #wattpadromance #romance #marvelfandom #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n

[acciotherapists]

For All Time

For everyone saddened by the ending of season 2, here is a little ficlet (just a little over 500 words) to hopefully heal the ache. Spoilers for Season 2 below the cut. Read with caution!

Note: This was written in 10 minutes while at work so ignore any mistakes. I simply had to get this out.

TVA!Loki x reader

I watched as Loki reignited the timelines, saving them from destruction.

“He’s giving us a chance,” Sylvie said and my eyes widened as the earth split open in front of Loki.

“No…” I murmured, realizing what this would mean. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as tears slipped down my cheeks. I swallowed thickly, watching as Loki dragged the timelines up the stairs, toward the opening in space. Before I could even move Mobius had wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Don’t do it. He wouldn’t want you to do it.”

He already knew what I was thinking; I had to get to Loki. I struggled in his grip as Loki reached the top of the stairs and disappeared into the void, closing the portal behind him.

I collapsed and Mobius held me up, tears streaming down my face as I stared at the emptiness in front of us. “No… please, no.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” Mobius whispered, holding me up as I sobbed.

“No!” I yelled, pushing away from him. There was a flash of light and I turned to see the Yggdrasil in front of us, the timelines woven together.

“We failed him, Mobius… we were supposed to figure it out.”

“I know, Y/n… but it was too complicated. We tried everything possible… and Loki knew that. That’s why he did what he did.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

He said nothing and simply looked at the tree, a sad smile on his face.

“What if you prune me?” 

B-15 shook her head. “It wouldn’t work. You’d only end up in the void and I’m guessing the creature you told us about is still there. Chances are you’d run into Ravonna or Alioth before you found Loki.”

“I have to do something! He’s all alone!”

“He doesn’t have to be.”

I turned to Sylvie. “What?”

“We can’t prune you… but I have something better.” I watched as she took Kang’s Time-Twister from her wrist and walked toward me. “He sacrificed everything to save us… he deserves better… he deserves you.” She grabbed my hand and placed the device around my wrist. “Go find him.” She smiled, hugging me and wiping away my tears. “Tell him we said thank you.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. “Thank you, Sylvie.”

She nodded and grabbed a nearby tempad, leaving the TVA behind.

Mobius nodded, smiling. “Go get him.”

B-15 hugged me, saying goodbye, and I created a time-door to where I knew Loki would be waiting. The end of time.

When I stepped through the door I was surrounded by timelines, floating around me. I gently moved them aside until I reached Loki. He was sitting on a golden throne, holding the timelines together, and his eyes filled with tears as they found mine.

“Darling, w-what are you doing here? How-?”

“Sylvie… she gave me this.” I showed him the device that allowed me to find him and he smiled. I walked toward him and sat on his lap, resting my face against his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, my love… I… I have to hold the timelines. I-.”

I stopped him. “I didn’t come here for you to comfort me, Loki. I came to comfort you. I didn’t want you to be alone. I know you can’t hug me back but I want you to know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here."

He smiled down at me. “For all time?”

“Always.”

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[emeraldkays]

𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 18+ (minors dni)

the moment you saw loki going down on you for the first time, you started to panic.

you had previously told him that you were fine with it, and you still were, but you were also shy.

he noticed and held your hand promising he'd be gentle.

he didn't go for your sex right away.

he took his time placing small kisses on your inner thighs to make you more comfortable.

when he felt that you were ready, he worked his way towards your core, slowly moving up to your clit and treating the bundle of nerves like the goddess it was.

the tip of his tongue flicking it side to side, the way his lips wrapped around your pearl.

and of course you would never forget when the heel of your foot uncontrollably thumped into his back causing him to grunt (!new discovered pain kink!) and sending sudden vibrations to your clit.

your fingers were tangled in his hair while your moans gradually got louder until you were screaming his name and coming undone.

but now...he's not a gentle as he used to be, not that you cared.

he was so eagar to taste your juices that he left bruises along your thighs from where his fingertips dug a little too hard.

he'd edge you over and over just so you were all wet for him, ready to be eaten out.

he loved teasing you mercilessly by blowing cool air onto your clit or using his jotun temperature.

his cold fingers thrusting in and out of your hole while his iced lips pulled your warm pearl between them.

the temperature difference fucked you up.

he also loved when you were overstimulated.

the way your voice would crack when you begged him to stop.

he'd leave you so weak that you didn't have the strength to push him off.

but seeing you so helpless only made him more determined to wear you out, for your own benefit, so you could do nothing but relax.

a/n: pls I know nothing about this 😭 I hope this is okay !! off to a concert before I watch the first episode of loki s2 :D

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[purplehrts7]

Unwanted Guests

You had just stepped out of the shower, steam rolled off your body and filled the small space of your bathroom. After a long, nice and hot shower, you felt more than refreshed and ready to start the day. Quickly, you wrapped yourself in your favorite fuzzy mint green towel to try and retain some of the heat from the bath. Just then, you heard a piercing screech from downstairs.

"Loki?!" You called out, voice full of concern. The screams continued and you swung the bathroom door open and raced out of your bedroom. On the way out, you stubbed your toe against the door frame, so as you hobble down the steps you cursed your throbbing toe.

"Loki?!" You called again. " I'm coming!"

But as you reached the bottom step, you're greeted with a hilarious sight. Well, almost anyway. If it weren't for Loki, paled face and perched on top of the table with his eyes gaped open in alert. You immediately wondered what could have him so horrified.

" Stay back!" Loki commanded from his spot on top of the table.  " Don't take another step."

" Loki, what- " You tried again, but he interrupted once more.

" There!" He pointed to the floor in front of him.

"What?" You asked, clearly not seeing what he was pointing at.

  " Gods above, don't you see it?!" He jabbed his finger in the same direction. " It's moving, for heaven's sake!"

You could feel laughter building up inside you at his growing stress. You knew it wasn't really funny, but seeing him like that just made it so funny. Then you finally saw it. A small dot quickly making its way to the wall. He finally looked at you, momentarily forgetting his fear as he saw you in your towel, water droplets still dotting your skin and dripping from your hair. Just as he was about to say something slick and flirty, you say something first.

"It's a spider." You said blankly. You couldn't believe he was making such a fuss about it. "Wait... you're afraid of a spider?"

It was his turn to blink.

" The thing you were just screeching about?" You reminded him pointedly.

" I was not screeching. I was alarming you of immediate danger very loudly."

" You were definitely screeching. I thought you were dying or something. But, no, it was just a spider. A small one at that. "

"Is that what you call those ghastly creatures?" He asked, raising a slender brow in your direction. Then he shook his head. " More importantly, why aren't you more afraid of them?"

At this, you had to laugh. The entire situation was so ridiculous you could no longer keep it in.

"Why are you laughing, Mortal?" He snapped, reverting back to his usual name for you when he's irritated with you. " Stop it! You should be getting rid of them!"

" I'm sorry. It's just, you know, you're this almighty God and you're afraid of a tiny spider?" You laughed some more.

" A spider? You think I'm afraid of a single spider?"

Your laughter died down. " Uh, what do you mean?"

" Darling, you have an infestation. I think I found the nest underneath the sink in the kitchen. They all started flooding out when I opened it to look for the sugar."

You blinked. " Sugar? Why would you-"

" I don't know my way around your mortal kitchens yet." He said, waving his hand dismissively.

" Who puts sugar underneath the sink?" You asked him.

" That is not important right now."

" You're right, " you said, looking around nervously. " but once I figure this situation out, we're gonna revisit this again."

" With your inferior mortal memory, let us pray you forget soon. " He mumbled under his breath.

" Let's pretend I didn't hear that. " You said, while rolling your eyes. " Anyways, let me go upstairs  and call the exterminator."

" You're going to leave me behind to fend myself against these horrid creatures?"

You looked at him confused.  "I'm not stopping you from coming along."

" Yes, I'm aware of that, but..." he looked tentively at the ground just as another spider dashed underneath the table." Good heavens just hurry."

You saluted him and ran upstairs to dress and call an exterminator. You also weren't thrilled by the idea of a spider infestation in your cute apartment and wanted to be rid of them as soon as possible.

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TVA Case: Loki's Daughter - Chapter 14: Lamentis-1 Part 3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1354699337-tva-case-loki%27s-daughter-chapter-14-lamentis-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Kaiti_Yarbro87&wp_originator=vy3a5dZltxHlmp%2B9%2FO%2BLByJsolChyJ39FXoBKAQUml5GpECkBF5EtlR08SkwNIWxFBF5My4GtpOrwDQOKLFtEdddyRwENXoq0nBpf0hiI838R10%2FKdHgCDbJiCE%2FBZQu We start with Loki meeting Morbius, a man with a mission to catch the other variant. However, a new person joins in on the job. She has her own agenda and self-purpose. Perhaps, a missing family member from all these years ago. Maybe she and Loki can reunite the past with the future. Will the multiverse allow it? Will the TVA catch on? Can it be a happy ending for all? NOTE: I do NOT own anything from Marvel or the Loki TV series. I also do NOT own any pictures used for character visuals. All rights go to the rightful owners.

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What if Loki had never left Asgard and had been raised in secret?

Part One

From a young age. She had been raised to be a maid. Born to tend to the All-Father and his beloved wife, Frigga. The Prince, Thor, was their only son who often believed he was better than all around him. Starting from the bottom, she had made her way to the top. She had become the Prince's private maid for a few hundred years now. The Prince, Thor, had grown to trust her and often confided in her. One early morning, after she had finished making up the bed. Thor pulled her aside after thanking her for doing such a good job. Which was suspicious for the Prince to compliment her. Though his mother had raised him with some manners, it had diminished as he grew into a young man. Thor was often loud and arrogant and was known to get into trouble. Always picking fights and trying to prove to the other gods that he was the strongest.

"I need to ask something of you..." Thor spoke up.

"What can I do for you, your Highness?" she asked, bowing.

Thor took her arm and pulled her aside, "This is a very important matter and I can't have you telling any of the others..." he said.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You must promise me you won't tell another living soul..." Thor told her.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"This isn't about me... This is about...", he sighed. "I'm giving you an opportunity, only a few before you have had a chance like this and I believe you're capable of such a taste and I do promise you will be rewarded for your efforts..." Thor said.

"What is it, your highness?" she asked.

"You'll have your own room next to his chambers, you will cook, clean and tidy his chambers..." Thor said. "You must make sure he eats, you must make sure he bathes if so be it, you must keep your eyes on him and make sure he must never leave his chambers..." he said. "If he tries to hurt you, call the guards... But most will not even step foot near that part of the kingdom..." he said.

"Who am I taking care of precisely?" she asked quietly.

"My brother..." Thor snarled. "I hate to even call him that..." he growled.

"There is another Prince?" she asked.

"Yes, but no one is to know of him... He resides in the deepest part of the kingdom, locked away and never to be released..." Thor told her. "He has been locked away for a very good reason, I can assure you," he said.

"What did he do?" she asked, looking up at him with worried eyes.

"He is guilty of many things..." Thor said. "He is nothing but a monster, I'm surprised Father has not had him killed just for living..." he scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "He is a beast and he must not be let out of his cage" he warned her.

At first, she wondered how bad it could be. Then her mind began to race and she had thought of every bad thing a god could possibly do. If he was anything like his brother, he would be even worse and as it was. She could hardly stand Thor. He was always getting into trouble and the amount of things he got away with astounded her. But she was in no position to question royalty. After all, if she declined. She would most likely be imprisoned for even questioning such a task. She bowed and nodded. 

"I was born to serve you, your highness, if my duties are to be passed on to the secret prince then so it shall be... Thank you for such an opportunity" she said, bowing again.

"Don't thank me so quickly..." he said. "Come with me," he said, leading her out of his chambers.

Thor had brought her to the darkest and deepest parts of the kingdom. Beneath Asgard and past the dungeons where the kingdom's most foul were imprisoned. The further they descended beneath the kingdom. The more fearsome she became. Worried that there truly might be a monster living beneath Asgard. Thor had brought her to two large wooden doors guarded by over a dozen guards.

"This is where I leave you..." Thor said. "I will come and check on you in a month's time," he said. "Beyond this door is a hallway, with a kitchen and living quarters, his chambers are beyond that..." he told her. "The doors will be locked behind you, good luck," he said, kissing her hand. "Here are the keys, make sure you always lock the door behind you" he whispered to her. Slipping an old key into her apron pocket.

She turned and looked at the guards to see them unlock the doors for her. She knew once she entered, there was a possibility of never leaving again. She took a deep breath and walked inside. She turned and watched as the guards closed the doors and lowered the drawbar. She listened to the silence and walked down the long hallway. Only to discover a long descending staircase. That led further down until she was stopped by a locked door. She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out the key Thor had given her. She inserted the key into the long and held her breath as she unlocked it and pushed the door open. To her disbelief, lay what was now her quarters. It was a small home beneath the kingdom. A large bed was big enough to house even a prince and was nothing compared to what she had slept in many nights before. It was lavish compared to what she had been brought up in. A kitchen of her own, to prepare meals for herself and the Prince. Next to the grand fireplace lay a collection of logs. That had been split into manageable pieces to keep the fire burning. Her first instinct was to start the fire. That was something the Prince, Thor, had engraved into her brain. From the very moment, she had become his personal maid. He demanded to wake up in a warm room every morning and insisted on it no matter the circumstances. After stoking the fire with a few logs, she stood up and stared at the door that led to the beast's chambers. She feared the possibility of what lay beyond. She approached the door and unlocked it. Pushing it open only to reveal yet another long winding hallway. Everything she could ever need was here. Including a bathing hall and a place to wash laundry. She could not believe the rivers had flown all the way down here. Slowly, she walked down the hall to a large set of wooden doors. Soon she would meet the monster hidden beneath Asgard. She unlocked the door and peered inside to see nothing but darkness. She was afraid to utter so much as a word, fearing she might awaken the beast hiding in the dark. She entered the blackness blind, seeing her own clouds of breath as she shivered from the cold. It was freezing down here and as she walked further it only became colder and colder. She descended the long hallway until she found a fireplace. She grabbed some logs and attempted to start a fire, shivering and trembling from the cold. The fire had started and lit up the room to reveal a mess of a room. Books were scattered and strung about. Papers were everywhere, and clothes littered the floor. Then she saw the prince's bed, blanketed in furs and something hiding beneath them. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she picked up nearby clothes and stuffed them into a woven basket. She rushed toward the door only to trip over a stack of books causing the prince to be startled and awoken. She heard the beast groan as he unearthed himself from beneath the fur blankets. To her shock, the prince was not a beast at all. He shared no similarities in appearance from that of his brother, instead of blonde hair. His was as black as a raven's wings with emerald eyes of green. 

"You're not ugly at all..." she mumbled, under her breath. "You don't look like much of a monster to me..." she said.

"Is that what they've told you?" he asked quietly.

"I-I beg your pardon...?" she asked softly.

"Is that what the people up there told you?" he asked, pointing above. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "I honestly didn't think I would get another maid after what happened...". He buried his head into the pillow and groaned. "Leave me here to rot like the rest of them..." he grumbled into his pillow.

"What would you like me to call you, your highness?" she asked quietly.

He lifted his head off the pillow and sat up and looked at her with tired eyes. "What did you just call me?" he asked.

"Your Highness..." she said, then bowed. "What would you like me to call you? Surely you must have a name, you are a prince after all" she said.

"I am no prince..." he grumbled.

"You must have a name..." she repeated.

"My name is Loki..." he uttered.

"My name is (Y/N), it is a pleasure to meet you, your highness..." she said, bowing again before him.

"Why do you keep doing that?" he asked quietly. 

"I am to show respect to that of the royal family and I am in the presence of royalty...", "Royalty!" Loki laughed. "If I was royalty, if I was a prince like you claim I am... I wouldn't be here..." he said. "Now leave me to sleep..." he grumbled. Covering his head with a pillow.

"What would you like to eat this morning, your highness?" she asked as she picked up the basket of clothes.

"I'm not hungry..." Loki grumbled. "Let me sleep..." he groaned.

"I think it's time you got out of bed, how about some oatmeal?" she asked.

"I said let me sleep!" Loki shouted as he sat up and tossed a nearby book at her.

The book had hit her right between the eyes. Flitching and losing her footing, she stumbled backwards and to the floor. The wind had been knocked out of her. She groaned and felt the lump forming on her forehead. She sat up and felt her forehead again, looking down at her hand to see if she was bleeding.

"A-Are you alright?" Loki asked, "I-I didn't mean to hit you with the book... I only wanted to frighten you off," he said. 

"I'll live..." she said. She leaned down and picked up the book and set it down on a nearby desk. "I'll make you something to eat..." she told him. She picked up the basket and bowed before leaving the room. 

Loki stared at her as she left. He heard her lock the door behind her and he knew she was right to do so. He hadn't seen another being in months and the first person he sees, he had nearly knocked them out with a book to the head. Loki sighed as he managed to pull himself out of bed. His body ached after not leaving his bed for so long. He grabbed the tankard of water that was sitting on his nightstand and tossed it onto the fire. Extinguishing the flame. Loki glanced over at the door when he heard humming from beyond the door. He couldn't help but crack a smile. His face had hurt when he smiled, it had been so long since he had felt some form of joy and had believed he forgot how to smile.

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