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I'll Follow You

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Summary: You came back to the compound, a year later after you left to make your own career, and you are worried about meeting Loki with how things ended when you left. Pairing: Romantic!Loki x OC Female Reader (Foxglove is her Superhero alias.) Word Count: Over 5.3k Warnings: Explicit. Fluff. Angst. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Shadowplay. Hallucinations.

Loki flipped through the magazine at a hurried pace, not looking at the photos or any of the articles. His hands needed something tactile to do. Or else, he feared, he might choke someone with them.

He paused when he saw an advertisement for a watch you were modeling for. There you were—a close-up of your beautiful face. Your eyes were bright and round. Your lips were dewy and sensual. Norns, he missed those lips. Especially when they were wrapped around his…

Ugh. Why can’t I stop thinking of her?! Loki snarled under his breath as he threw the magazine halfway across the room. It landed on the floor right by Sam’s feet. “You dropped this!” Sam said picking it up from the floor. He held it up in the air, not even looking, his attention fully absorbed on the TV screen.

Everyone had gathered to watch the talk show you were appearing on tonight. They couldn’t wait to see you come out and gossip about your life or inconsequential things. The entire team supported you in your decision to leave and start your acting career—everyone, except him.

Loki wanted to leave the room. He should’ve left and not agreed to come and watch the show with the others. He was about to stand up when-

“Shh. Shh. Guys quiet down. Here she is!” Wanda said shushing the entire room. Loki watched the enormous television, enraptured. The camera panned over to the audience, their loud applause and cheers were deafening. Signs and pictures were held up from a time when you were an Avenger. He couldn’t help but sink further into his chair and get caught up with your grace once again.

“So, Foxglove- can I still call you Foxglove?” The host asked as you sat down.

“Of course, you can,” you beamed at the man behind the desk.

“I- I don’t know the protocol for these things. Do you get to keep the name even though you’re not an Avenger anymore?”

Your practiced laugh showed through your gritted teeth. “It doesn’t work exactly like that. Foxglove is the name I gave myself. I had it with me when I started with the Avengers and took it with me when I left. It wasn’t a title or anything.”

“And did they just let you leave? I would think it was like being in the mafia. ‘You know too many of our secrets. We can’t let you out alive!’ sorta thing,” the host said, thinking he was being clever.

“My friends and colleagues have all been supportive. And I remain in close contact with most of them.”

‘Most of them.’ That statement swirled the emotions Loki was feeling inside. He was not one of those who supported you and was very vocal about it. The fact that you still keep in contact with almost everyone here left him envious.

“And that’s actually part of the reason why I’m here tonight,” you continued. “My dear friend Tony, whom many of you know as Ironman- again, not a title…” you chuckled. “…Is throwing his annual charity gala this spring. This year he decided to make it a month-long occasion with different charities and events happening once a week culminating in the yearly gala at the end of the month.”

“That’s wonderful! That’s all he does when he’s not out saving the world, is party, huh?” the host said looking straight into the camera.

“Asshole!” Tony sassed under his breath, earning a few chuckles from the team.

“And what exactly is your part in this month-long event?” The host asked you.

“Well, I plan to raise money for The Nature Conservancy here in New York. I ask everyone to come and help us plant new trees or donate. Every dollar will be matched, and we can help restore some of the forests, in other parts of the country.”

“The Nature Conservancy is a special organization for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s where I first worked. It’s where I first started noticing my powers.”

“Your powers are amazing! You can talk to plants!”

“Well, it’s a lot more complicated than that,” you said with restraint. “Chlorokinesis allows me to excel a plant’s growth to a thousand times what they normally can. I can also enhance their natural defenses and abilities. And like my namesake, Foxglove, I can give you hallucinations when touched.”

“Can we get a demonstration?” the host asked to the cheers of his audience. You reached out to touch him “No, no, no!” he said nervously. “I don’t need any more hallucinations right now!” you both chuckled. “Thank you. But maybe you can make a flower grow?” he suggested, and the audience cheered you on.

“Sure, of course,” you smiled, happily. You rotated your wrists and flicked them around, gesturing for a plant to grow from the host’s wooden desk. The branches wrapped around itself forming a steady trunk. Soon the branches grew out further and further. Blooming wisterias in varying colors began to sprout, amazing the audience.

You used to be unstoppable. You used to tear down enemies left and right, numbing them with your visions before you cut them down and made them regret opposing you. Now you do party tricks for the camera so you can get a laugh from people who don’t care about you. Who didn’t even love you! Loki was furious.

Once again, Loki made to get up. He was almost through the exit of the room when he heard the next question that made him stop.

“So, Foxglove, will you be attending these events alone?” The audience ‘ooh’d’ at the question when the host decided to get a little more personal. “I heard you were cozying up to a certain superhero. Do you like those types? Do you have a type? What does Foxglove look for in a partner?”

You laughed embarrassedly. “These rumors! I swear they pair me up with someone new each week.”

“Oh, but you were seen leaving a nightclub with your costar, Superman himself, Henry Cavil.” The photo was put up on the screen. A picture of the two of you laughing in front of a busy club as Henry gingerly put his arm around your shoulders. The entire room of Avengers whooped and hollered cheering you on.

“We were celebrating. We had just wrapped our movie and it was my first time in London. So, Henry just wanted to show me around. Very friendly. All platonic.” You smiled, blushing. Loki noted that blush. I’ll break him like a twig!

“Ok. Ok. What about your former colleague, Loki of Asgard?” The host asked as a picture of the two of you replaced the one on the screen.

It was a photo taken when the two of you had gotten back from a mission. You had failed and cried about it on the flight back. Loki was wiping the tears from your face, trying to cheer you up. You didn’t know the PR department was there taking shots as all of you disembarked off the jet.

The camera cut back to you and you blushed harder. Once again, Loki noted that blush. He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding and swallowed. Does she miss me too?

“Loki and I have remained good friends. I look forward to seeing him again,” you told the host.

Lies. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you since you left. The last words you said to him were “I hate you! I never want to see you again!” Loki couldn’t detect any falsehood when you screamed those words at him. That hurt the most.

Everyone turned to where Loki was standing. Some, like Thor, were smiling. Mostly everyone else was shocked.

“What?!” Loki snapped back at them, making everyone turn back to the television.

“Oh! Did you hear that? She wants to see him again.” The host embarrassed you. Your powers grew erratic as a new sprout of branches grew from the tree.

The whole audience was eating it up, clapping. You tried to hide behind your hand, but the different cameras provided different angles of your mortification.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Foxglove, everybody!” The host said pointing towards you clapping. You laughed and waved at the audience as Wisteria petals fell from the ceiling.

Weeks later, you sat in the back of a Maybach that Tony hired to chauffer you to the gala. This year it would be held at the compound which garnered more donations because everyone wanted to see inside the heavily guarded facility. Your intricate beaded dress fit you snuggly and covered you from shoulders to toe. It ensured that no one would accidentally come in contact with your skin. Especially with how crowded Tony’s parties got. The only wrinkle was from all the times you’ve grabbed it in anxiousness and wrung the fabric.

Why did I let Tony talk me into this?! I should’ve faked sick or something! What if Loki’s there? Of course, he’s there. Where else would he be? What if he doesn’t want to see me again? What if he has a date?! Maybe I should’ve invited Henry? No, no. He’d get the wrong idea. Just drop in, say your hellos, then leave. I don’t have to stay. I’m a grown adult. I can do what I want! FUCK! What if Loki comes and talks to me?

Once past the gates, the car crawled through a winding road with lanterns adorning the pathway. The car stopped at the front steps of the Avenger’s compound and you could hear the heavy bass of the music pounding through the car windows as bright lights and lasers littered the night sky.

You made your way through security to the massive, yet highly decorated, quinjet hangar and a sweeping staircase that descended to an impressive room below. You smiled, reminiscing about all the parties and events you attended as an Avenger- sweet memories that erased the worry you had when you were in the car. Picking up your gown, you gracefully descended the staircase. Keeping your eyes trained on the steps below, you tried not to look around, to look for him.

“Fox! I can’t believe you’re here!” Wanda shrieked as she ran up to you. She squeezed your sleeved arm and pressed her cheek on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, Wanda!” you said kissing the top of her hair.

“Come on. Everyone’s here- well, almost everyone,” she corrected herself. “We haven’t seen you in so long. Everyone wants to catch up.” She led you along to the bar where you were greeted by your former teammates. You were grateful that Loki wasn’t among them. He always loved these parties. You actively refused invites the past year just to avoid him. Awkward hugs and pleasantries were shared. Drinks were offered along with your first few dances promised to Sam and Wanda.

After hours of conversations with the team, and some drinks with Tony, you fell back into a sense of belonging and family. You didn’t realize how much you missed your friends here. How much you missed being an Avenger. It got so lonely most nights not having anyone to talk to. At least here, you would have had Nat or Bucky to train with in the middle of the night.

Or Loki to keep you company.

You groaned internally. You couldn’t help but be on edge all night, thinking about him and wondering if Loki was ever going to show up.

Before leaving for the night, you excused yourself to get some fresh air. There was a greenhouse in the back glades of the compound that you frequented most nights just to be alone. You used to make the hedges grow all around, giving you a private garden away from the rest of the world.

Inside, it was as if you had never left. The plants stood tall as if to greet you. Bright flowers bloomed in different colors as if in competition to win your adoration. And in the back corner, hidden behind large monstera plants, was a cove of plush blankets and chairs that you hid from anyone ever finding. Everyone except, “Loki?”

Loki sat in the rattan chair; his legs crossed reading a magazine with your picture on the cover. He looked as breathtaking as the first time you saw him, like trouble and a promise all wrapped up in his pressed monochromatic black suit. His mischievous smile appeared, tempting you closer.

“Hello, Foxglove,” he greeted you. His voice sending shivers down your spine. Fight or flight? Fight or flight? You kept repeating in your head.

“I…didn’t know this spot was taken. I won’t bother you. Goodnight,” you hastily said as you turned to leave.

“Wait!” he cried standing up. You could feel him grab hold of your wrist. You looked down to see his shadow holding on to you like a dear friend, shadow to skin. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. It’s been so hard to be intimate with anyone because of your body’s defense mechanism. And here was Loki, the only man who figured out a loophole to your little enigma.

“I just wanted to say…” Loki paused, staring only into your eyes. “Y-you look beautiful tonight.” You pulled your hand away from his shadow and stayed quiet. “I saw you. We… the team… saw you on the talk show. You’ve done amazing things this past year. One movie, a television show, countless endorsements.”

“Still don’t think I can make it?” you challenged.

“Fox, it was never about that!” he argued. His sudden outburst propelled him like a predator. He stalked his way closer to you, making you back into the glass wall of the greenhouse. You caught whiffs of his cologne mixed with the tropical scent of the flowers all around you. He stopped when he realized he had alarmed you. “I should not have advanced on you so quickly. I apologize.”

“It’s all right. Just habit, I guess.” You were always conscious of people touching you and getting too close. You never wanted to be the cause of their hallucinations. Loki felt relieved that he hadn’t scared you off. His shadow stood ahead of him, rubbing your arm with the back of his fingertips, trying to mollify your anxiousness.

Loki watched and waited as you settled. Jealousy festered in his body at the sight of his shadow being able to comfort you and he couldn’t. “You look… breathtaking, by the way.” He tried to soothe.

“You already said that,” you said curtly, blushing. Loki loved your blush. He loved getting under your skin and teasing you.

“Is your new lover here with you tonight? Got sick of the real superheroes, had to get yourself a pretend one?” he tried deflecting. Loki smirked looking through the glass and out to the party to see if he could spot Cavill.

“As I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me once I stepped foot out of your room,” you said quoting him from the last time you spoke. “So, it’s none of your business whether or not Henry and I are together.”

“But you are…together?” he asked. His stare was unwavering, demanding an answer to his desperate question.

“I don’t need this right now!” You were angry and speechless. He doesn’t have the right to question your life’s choices especially when he wanted no part of them in the first place.

You moved to get away from his shadow’s hold and out of the greenhouse. Loki followed you close. “Fox, please. Stop.”

“Why are you even here, Loki?” you called back, briskly walking towards the exit. “You knew this was- This was my spot. MY SPOT!” you yelled, turning abruptly towards him.

“Because I wanted a chance to talk to you in private! Without the cameras or the paparazzi. Without some life-or-death mission hanging over our heads. I needed to see your face again, without all these people trying to steal your attention away from me.” He stopped and watched you reach for the door to go outside. “I’m sorry, Vixen.”

Vixen.

Feelings you thought you had buried deep down inside of you started to resurface. All because of that name he used. The one he would whisper as he called for you in his arms late at night. The name he used when he made you laugh so hard the only way to stop you was to kiss you.

The one name he knew would stop you in your tracks… because it was the one name he used when he was about to touch you himself.

“I am sorry if I ever made you feel…”

“Unworthy? Incapable? Useless?!” you turned as you accused him.

“Unwanted,” he finished.

Real tears fell down your face now. Loki cupped your cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. You could feel the heat in his touch. The energy. You’ve felt it with his shadow, but there was always something electrifying and passionate when Loki touched you himself.

It was a luxury to feel this connection with someone. To feel the warmth from his fingers. The callouses in his palms. You imagined feeling his soft lips on you once again until you stopped yourself. It was a dangerous path to have such expectations right now. You opened your teary eyes to find Loki watching you.

His eyes darted around to your surroundings before he closed them and tried to focus back on you. “You are very much wanted, Vixen. I just couldn’t admit to myself how much I wanted you back then.”

He opened his eyes to yours. The swirl of emotion in them was breathtaking. It was then that you saw his true face for the first time. His emotions. His thoughts. He was stripped of his armor and his pretenses. You felt as if you two were the only thing that existed in that time and space. As if he were holding his life, right there cupped in between his hands.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he continued his confession. “I am a jealous god. You know this. I didn’t want to share you with anybody. I wanted to keep you to myself. To keep you from the world. I was afraid that you would tire of me like you did with being an Avenger. Cast me out after seeing what the world out there could offer you.”

Loki placed his forehead to yours, feeling your breath on his lips. He bared it all for you tonight. He admitted something you knew was difficult for him to confess.

But could it erase what he made you feel for wanting to follow your dreams? Horrible and selfish. Untalented. Unwanted.

“I love you.” Your eyes grew wide at his expression. “I loved you then. I’ve loved you since. I am still deeply in love with you. Even now, when you’re about to run away from me, my heart won’t let me forget you. I was afraid that I would have no place in the world that you were creating for yourself. So, for that, I am sorry.” You closed your eyes and lingered in his touch a while longer.

“I wanted to apologize. I never got a chance to see you again after our fight, and I regret that I never made amends to you. You had every right to follow your path. I shouldn’t have stopped you. I should’ve supported you.” His thumb caressed your cheeks back and forth. You always did have the softest skin, unblemished by anyone else’s touch, he thought. “You don’t have to say it back. You don’t have to say anything at all. And if you want to leave now, I won’t stop you. Never again. But I just needed you to know how I felt.”

Do you love him? You asked yourself as you looked into his variegated eyes. Did you spend every night thinking about him? Did you ignore the compound, and your friends, this past year just to avoid seeing him again? Afraid that he would have someone new in his life? Did you miss his voice when he says your name? His kisses? His touch?

“Yes,” you answered yourself. Loki’s brows knitted in confusion. “Loki, I understand now. Thank you… what I said to you back then, I was angry, but...” you tried to start.

Loki smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We were both angry and said things we didn’t mean. Me more than you. Please don’t apologize. Least of all to me.” He exhaled as his eyes darted around again. You nodded your head, accepting his grace- forgiving you without having to apologize.

You looked up at his eyes, filled with wonder, “What do you see? When you touch me?” you asked gently. All this time you never thought to ask him.

“I see what I always see. Since the very first time I touched you. Do you remember?” You shook your head no. “They showed a picture of it on the talk show.” Realization sunk in. “I was wiping your tears just like now.”

Loki looked around again and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “I see home. I see the woods that used to grow behind the castle walls. Thor and I used to sneak out when we were children and climb the trees. The same woods we used as hunting grounds when we got older. Would you like to see it?”

No one had ever asked you that before. No one had ever had the power to do that before! You nodded and faint green smoke rose from his fingers. Your vision got blurry as the greenhouse was replaced by a dense forest. The trees were tall and luscious. Strands of warm light filtered through the canopy above shining down on the emerald grass below.

“Come with me.” Loki held your hand as he walked further into the woods. Dead leaves and twigs crunched at your feet as a soft breeze blew through the lace of your dress giving you goosebumps. “There’s a glade up ahead where we can just lay on the grass. I used to spend my free time there, letting the hours idle away.” The thought made you smile.

Sure enough, a clearing began to form up ahead. Long, soft grass weaved itself as it grew amongst large wildflowers. The filtered light from the canopy above made the blooms shine like jewels on a bed of velvet.

“I have yet to see anywhere comparable to this place on Midgard,” Loki said circling the glade, a look of homesickness in his eyes. “That metropolis has nothing compared to the splendor of these woods.”

“It’s beautiful.” You said walking towards him. A path of small wildflowers blooming with every step you made.

“Thank you. It is beautiful. But still an illusion. We are still very much in the greenhouse by the compound. You’re just seeing what I’m seeing at the moment.” You reached out towards a tree and felt cold glass instead of bark.

“You see this every time you’ve touched me? Every time we’ve…”

“Hmm,” Loki nodded solemnly. “Sometimes it's these woods. Other times it's my bedchambers in the palace. Yet, every time I’m with you, I see this- my childhood home. I haven’t been back since you left.” Loki bent down and picked up a wildflower that had grown in your stride. “I try to conjure it myself, but it never feels the same. The colors aren’t as vibrant. Not as much warmth.” He placed the flower on your ear, pushing your stray hair back. His hands ventured further down, tracing the beads of your sleeves.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

“You’ve missed me? Or you’ve missed my powers and that they can bring you home?” you asked slightly jilted.

Loki looked deeply into your eyes as he turned you into his embrace. Your hands fell onto his arms and the look he gave you stole your breath away. “You are my home,” he confessed with a passion and honesty you’ve never heard from him before.

He wasted no time. He gave you no warning as he conceded to his urges and kissed you fervidly. The soft lips you were fantasizing about earlier painted a poor picture of his actual kiss. Soft yet demanding. Giving, yet always ravenous. It was as if no time had passed between you two. You were back in his arms kissing him and it felt like he described it. Home.

“All I ever wanted was to have you here in my arms,” he breathed in between kisses. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him back to you for another kiss. His arms wrapped selfishly around you, holding you tighter to him.

The heat was too much. It’s been so long since you’ve been held so intimately. But with Loki’s lips devoted to your neck, you would burn gladly. You would die happily on this pyre- as the last thing you would hear would be Loki moaning in your ears.

You were lost in his haze, caught up in the moment with the feel of his body against yours. He pushed you against the tree and you felt the cold glass of the greenhouse against your back.

Loki towered over you, “Tell me you want this,” he whispered onto your noxious skin. “Tell me you’ve missed this and want this with me.” He looked into your eyes, imploring something deep and vulnerable inside you.

“I do, Loki. I want this with you” You moaned holding tight against his grip. You felt his hands gather your dress skirt. Slowly his hands wandered, savoring the feel of your soft skin. His hallucinations were getting more and more vivid. Believable. Or perhaps it was just his kiss, sending you into slight delirium yourself.

Loki hurriedly took off his suit jacket and flung it across the room. He knelt in front of you, in between your parted legs as he raised your left knee above his shoulders- kissing his way up to your inner thighs. “Loki is this real?” you asked looking around you.

“Gods, I hope so,” he prayed, leaving a mark on your thigh. He kissed his way up to your core and licked you through the fabric of your panties. You heard the sheer cotton tear as his fingers brushed up against your eager clit.

Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling when he licked a wide stripe in between your folds. Your knees buckled at the sensation and soon you were reaching around yourself for something to hold. Something to keep you up as Loki lost himself in your wet arousal.

The cold glass of the greenhouse was replaced by the feeling of something warm and sturdy behind you. You looked up to see that Loki’s shadow had positioned himself to where his chest was flushed against your back- his dark hands roaming your body. His arms reached forward to hold your dress up above your waist, aiding Loki in his endeavors.

You felt a kiss on your neck, a quick peck as if he was asking for permission or giving you a warning. You yelped as his shadow quickly lifted you by your hips and Loki pushed both your knees up for his shadow to hold.

“Loki!”

“Yes, my love?” he asked as he continued to latch his mouth and draw on your aching cunt. Loki’s shadow spread your legs. You were splayed open and exposed. Leaving Loki to devote his tongue to you. You reached up and ran your hands through his shadow's hair, pulling as he sweetly kissed your neck.

You couldn’t help the moans and loud whimpers escaping your lips. You bucked your hips onto Loki’s face as your head reared back onto his shadow’s shoulders.

“Come for me, Fox. Let me hear you,” he commanded as he continued his consumption of you. “Let me taste you again. Give me what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been craving.” He said the last words to your tormented clit. You shuddered violently as moans and whimpers of his name fell from your lips. “That’s it. There you go, Vixen,” he cooed as he drank your arousal and lapped around your thighs.

His shadow laid you down gently and you felt the plush pillows and cold blankets from the greenhouse corner underneath you. A warring sensation against the heat of Loki’s body pressed on top of you. A bit of reality mixed in with the illusion Loki was scarcely hanging on to.

His hands fondled your every curve and every soft line. You cupped his face and led him to your kiss. His soft lips quivered when you reached in between your bodies and stroked his clothed erection. So hard and so tight. He breathed a sigh of relief when you unzipped his pants and stroked him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. Your name followed next as he bucked his hips into your hand. “Vixen…tell me you’re mine,” he panted. He kissed you hard, not letting you reply, afraid of your answer. You lined him up next to your expecting cunt and pulled him inside you.

You bit your lip and moaned as the look of pure pleasure radiated through your face. “Tell me…” he tried again as he pushed his hips into you repeatedly.

“I love you, Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrows slanted skeptically, stilling his movements and letting your words sink into his thoughts. “I’ve always been yours.” You admitted.

His kiss was magic. It was passion and life. Remorse and reconciliation all at once. He began his movements again at a steady pace, savoring your tight walls around him. You could feel the ridges on his shaft with every euphoric pull and thrust. His head bowed at the sheer power of your declaration. “Say it again…” he whispered.

“I’m yours,” you moaned.

“…say it…” he bit his lips. “…ag-again…please…” His eyes were closed as he focused on the agonizingly drawn-out movements of his hips to yours.

“I love you, Loki,” you cried as he slammed against you. You squeezed around him finally pushing him off that edge. Loosening the tight hold he had on his pleasure and pouring it all into you. The wave of bliss hit you hard and you came onto his throbbing cock at the same time.

Spent and panting next to you, Loki held you close. His kisses were endless. Your cheeks and jaw would be bruised tomorrow from the affection he was showering you with. His hands were always touching you. Your neck, your face. Your thigh that was wrapped around his legs. You lost all track of time being with the god of mischief and soon the bright sunlight that trickled down to the forest floor was replaced by the harsh glare of the greenhouse overhead lamp.

Loki had little strength left to keep the illusion up any longer. He seemed weary but content. You kissed him fleetingly as you sat up back to reality. “Stay,” he said softly. “The one thing I didn’t say last time…I’m saying it now. Don’t go. Stay.” His hands held yours tightly.

So many feelings were attached to that one word. The weight of it crushing your heart. “I’m not asking you to give up your life. I’m not asking you to stay just for the night either. I’m asking for you to just be,” he smiled at you. “Be who you want to be and I will support you like I should have.”

You crawled back to him, settling your head on your propped-up elbows, while your other hands played with the buttons on his shirt. “And if I decide to go?”

“Then I’ll do the one thing I should’ve done last time but didn’t.” he smiled as you looked at him expectantly. “I’ll follow you.”

A/N: This was a request sent in and I'm sorry to say it took this long for me to finish it. I hope you like it my lovely @gruftiela. I tried to stick to the vibe of the song. But I also added lyrics from one of my other favorite Depeche Mode songs. See if you can spot it 😝.

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fluffyfantasticducky · 7 months

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Focus on the Good

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is overwhelmed dealing with being accused as a traitor, although this time he's innocent. But this time, he is not the man he used to be, and he has you by his side.

☆ Word Count: 5,110

☆ Notes: The relatively awaited part two of Smile for me. Sorry I took so long to post this, I had a creative block and had trouble deciding what to focus on. The traitor plot twist is anticlimatic but I chose to focus more on Loki and his feelings.

☆ Warnings: Loki dealing with self hatred, insinuations and caresses that aren't spicy per se but are a bit more intimate and flirty but it's all sfw.

Frustrating. How else could he call it?

His first mission as a leader was a complete disaster. You had gotten hurt due to his own incompetence. And add some insult to this pathetic situation, now he was being investigated for treason to S.H.I.E.L.D. despite that he was completely innocent.

It must have been some sick twisted joke of fate. He spent years playing with Asgard like a fiddle, getting away with so much, to the point that where he committed treason everyone realized only when it was too late. And now that he had a reason to make things right, be transparent and honest, now he was investigated as if he was some traitor.

The most offensive thing of those implications was that it suggested that Loki was either using you or lying to you. When in reality he would die for you, he’d walk through fire if you asked him. Or that you were complicit of his ‘crimes.’ You, you who were the kindest, sweetest, most righteous person he had ever met.

Every day or two days at most they come to either interrogate you, him, or inspect your shared room which always left them a mess to clean up.

At least the people he cared about knew he was innocent. Thor was constantly arguing with Fury, going over and over about how this was nonsensical and even offering Loki to flee to New Asgard for a few days until things calmed down. Valkyrie had offered him an extra room if he needed. Bruce, while he wasn’t as passionate about defending Loki, agreed that it made very little sense that Loki would betray them now with all he had accomplished. Even the great Tony Stark agreed between sarcastic jokes that he would’ve believed if he hadn’t seen how down bad, he was for you.

You… what would he do without you? You not only got into mad arguments and made abundantly clear your distaste for this decision, but you were his biggest source of support and peace after all the draining routine he was being put through during the suspension from missions. You were a risk taker by disobeying direct orders from Fury by asking Thor, Bruce, Nat, Clint to trade with you during missions as to make a strike until they decided to reintegrate Loki to his normal duties. And for the first week of interrogations, whenever it was your turn… Norns, he felt a bit bad for the director. You were quite loud and fierce when you wanted to be.

But most importantly, all the support he got from you after all the interrogations and room inspections that hurt him more than he’d ever admit.

“I’m sorry…” he sighed, resting his head on your lap.

In between the inspections to your shared bedroom one of the agents had broken a little figurine you collected.

“It’s just a toy, I’ll get another one…” you assured him.

Loki could sense a lie. But he also remembered how excited you had been when you got it, saying it was rare and it had taken you a huge effort to get it.

“You darling prince…” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s okay. We know you’re innocent, soon all of S.H.I.E.L.D. will see it too. Everything else doesn’t matter.”

“What did I do so right to deserve such a pretty angel such as you?” he chuckled. “You are unfairly good to me.”

“You keep saying that baby.” You spoke gently, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. “You sound like a broken record.”

“I might be one” he shrugged, closing his eyes.

“Yeah?” you giggled. “Then I’ll just have to fix you.”

“I thought you said the I can fix him was a toxic mentality in romance” he said cheekily.

“Oh, now you remember my movie rants” you laughed. “But the I can fix him trope is toxic when—”

“…It is used by the abuser who manipulates them into staying as a rehabilitation center. A partner should be part of your support group but never the responsible to fix you, but a motivation and helping hand while you fix yourself.” He opened his eyes to look up at you as he finished repeating your old rant word by word. “I always remember the things you say.”

“Is that so? When is our anniversary?”

“June 9” Loki smiled and noticed you opening your mouth to retort. “And our 1,000 days together is on March 5th year. And yes, I knew you were going to ask that.”

“Smart pants” you smiled.

“You love me like that.”

“I do” you smiled and kissed his lips softly. “Guess you don’t need fixing after all.”

“Glad we agree, I am the most perfect man” he grinned, relishing the way you cringed and smiled at the silly joke.

“I don’t know about that.” You smiled, “But you are perfect for me.”

You pecked his lips and made him smile.

“I don’t deserve you…” he smiled.

“Oh, that’s it!” you laughed and soon your hands where all over his sides.

And sooner than that Loki was laughing his head off.

“Hehe- hey!” he protested between laughs.

You had an annoying charm. Tickling him silly as a pseudo-punishment. It was your shared secret how much Loki enjoyed being tickled. You stopped soon enough, smiling at him, caressing your thumb across his cheek.

“It’ll pass before you notice…” you whisper. “They will see exactly what you truly are. Just like I do.”

Loki chuckled softly.

“I hope not, you are a handful already” he smirked at the offended look on your face due to his comment.

“Oh, you want to talk about a handful…” you growled as you flipped to straddle him. “Let’s see how much of a handful I can be…”

Loki gulped, unable to fight a smile.

“Ahah…” he huffed, “darling, d-don’t… d-dohohohon’t!”

But your hands were already attacking his sides, your fingers skillfully scribbling along his skin, prodding his ribs, drilling along each crevice in the most maddening way.

“Is that enough handful for you, huh?” you asked in a faux anger. “Eh? Is it?”

“Thihihihihihis is cruel!” Loki protested. “And thahahahat doesn’t mahahake sehehense!”

“Mmm, it might have just been excuse to get my hands on this hot bod of yours” you smiled.

Being tickled was already a vulnerable moment for Loki. To the point where only you could tickle him without any resistance. Anyone else would need to overpower him physically or just restrain him. You, on the other side, he would barely fight back. He’d simply squirm in his place, rolling over to the side or on his stomach. Which it gave you more of a sensation that he just wanted you to focus on other spots. Not that he'd ever admit… you had tried.

“Ehehehe! You ahahahaha— wait no!” he protested as your fingers reached his stomach, giving it little pinches and pokes. “Lohohohove, stop!”

“Alright, alright.” You smiled and kissed his forehead as you stopped the tickling. “Is your mood better?”

“Ihi— if I say yes will you stop torturing my stomach?” he smiled at you, holding onto your hips. “You know I can’t take it there.”

The way you leaned against his chest to kiss his lips never failed to drive him wild. And this wasn’t the exception.

“I am aware” you hummed against his lips. “That’s why it’s my favorite spot to tickle.”

“I am, unfortunately, also aware of that” he chuckled.

“If you really minded it, you’d actually do something to stop me instead of just laughing your heart out.”

“I love it when a beautiful mortal has their hands all over me, is that something to be ashamed about?” he grinned cheekily at you.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “It wouldn’t be if you were still single. But you are stuck with me now and forgive me if I’m not good at sharing my boyfriend. Unless you’d share me with others.”

“That is out of the question. You are mine, and mine alone.” He said solemnly as he held you in his arms. You lifted your eyebrows, expectantly as he felt his cheeks warm up under your gaze. “As… I am yours; I suppose.”

“Was that so hard to say?” you smiled.

“Terribly so” Loki smiled. But then, his face adopted a serious, melancholic expression. “I’m sorry… I should not be dragging you into this disaster. You deserve better, and I fear you will realize that. It would be best for you, but… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Lucky for you, that’s not something you have to worry about” you assured him, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I am perfectly happy with you.”

One thing that Loki loved about your relationship was that despite knowing you said stuff to made him feel better, it never came off as dishonest, as if those two concepts weren’t mutually exclusive. You said the kindest, most loving things, and he could tell you honestly felt every single one.

It made his heart soar. That honest and kind heart of yours was exactly what he had been craving for. You were what he had been looking for.

It made him want to open his heart to you. You were kind and listened to him without judging or thinking the worst of him.

“What am I going to do?” he sighed. “If I can’t go on missions, soon I will not be allowed to go outside, and then I will be going back to being a high-class prisoner.”

“Actually… you can’t leave the building given you’re under investigation” you said apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Lovely…” he groaned, throwing his head back, rubbing his face with his palms. “I am back to being a prisoner. Might as well get inside a cell.”

“Yes, we could tie you up, and torture you until you confess” you purred, trailing kisses along his jawline, as your hands made their way to play with his hair.

“You’re making it sound appealing” he hummed, relishing the feeling of your lips against his skin. “Mmm~ Keep touching me like that and I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Mm, what a good boy” you giggled, kissing his lips.

He laughed along with you, but mostly because your hands had found his ears and were tickling behind them.

“W-Whahahat are you doing? T-That tickles!” he laughed.

“I told you I would torture an answer out of you” you giggled, tickling the back of his ears. “Now confess, you war criminal!”

“Nohohoho, stohop it!” he squirmed underneath you. “How is thahahat spot so bahahad?”

“Right?” you chuckled, pressing loving kisses along his face. “I found out the other day while we were kissing.”

He grabbed your wrists. “Oh really?” he smirked, and trapped your wrists in one of his hands as he began tickling your ear shell and behind it. It took absolutely nothing to have you giggling like a kid.

“Ehehehe! L-Loki!” you giggled. “Hehehe! I-It tickles!”

“It does, does it not?” he chuckled.

He traced along the outline of your ear. He relished the way you laughed against him, you never tried to get away nor asked him to stop. You loved that closeness as much as Loki did.

“Mmm, that laugh of yours is so lovely~” he hummed as he stopped, tucking a few streaks of hair behind your ear. “It’s my favorite sound in the whole world, you make me so happy.”

“Cheesy” you chuckled, kissing his lips.

“I mean that, darling” he smiled. “Without you I would have gone mad by now. Or worse, I would be a prisoner.”

“You can’t believe that…” you spoke softly.

“What else am I supposed to believe?” he sighed, “what I did to New York is unforgivable. I should be locked up for life, I was going to be… It’s what I deserve. It took me too long to understand it.”

It broke your heart to hear him talk like that. It was a shame that he still punished himself so badly. You appreciated that he recognized his error, but the fact that it haunted him was painful to watch. He was already working on getting better.

“Loki… Your beef with Earth had its particular and complicated circumstances, it wasn’t 100% your fault.” You assured him. “But even if that was, there are other ways to atone for your mistakes… Punishing yourself but you were helping Earth, compensation is another way of redemption. Being an Avenger is a way to redeem yourself.”

“How do you do it?” he chuckled, “How do you manage to look at all the awful things I have done and still somehow see the best in me?”

“Because I’ve also seen how much you regret it, and I’ve seen you trying to prove to everyone, prove to yourself that you are doing better.” you spoke lovingly. “That means a lot, to me, to Thor, to everyone.”

“But why?” he asked. “What I did is…”

“Fucked up, yes. Tony and Bruce created a genocidal robot, Clint was an international criminal prisoner and retook as an assassin, Steve and Natasha were literal war criminals, your brother before you nearly started a war—”

“That I provoked him into.”

“Would you do it again?” you asked.

“For the sake of entertainment—” Loki pondered.

“Loki!” you giggled.

“I’m jesting, love!” he laughed. “Earth is no good in wars like Asgard, we fight to settle disagreements, make alliances, or get respect. But never to destroy.”

“We’re not so bad…” you smiled.

“Not all of you, no.” Loki agreed. “You for once are a wonderful mor— human. Smart, beautiful, funny, kind… It’s the people on the higher power that worry me.”

“It’s as they say, absolute power corrupts absolutely” you shrugged. “That’s what we fight for. For those without power, and against those who abuse it.”

“You say that as I remain locked in here, simply training and withering away” Loki sighed.

“Well… we can find something interesting to keep you occupied—”

“Reindeer games, out now!” Tony banged on the door.

“Not now Stark!” Loki called annoyed.

“You’ll want to see this.” Tony spoke through the other side of the door.

You stood up and Loki followed right after. Everyone was headed to the meeting room so that’s where you went to.

Bruce and Thor had one of the younger cadets, Philip. He was struggling against the two. His blonde hair was a mess and he looked like he had lost a fight.

“We found our traitor, brother.” Thor said firmly, even a bit prideful. “The little rat sabotaged our missions.”

“A double agent?” Steve asked.

“Self-sabotage” Bruce clarified. “He informed the base you were going. Who and when. And exactly how to take down a god. We found a report of the mission sent to an unknown address.”

“I found it.” Natasha stated.

“You?” Clint raised an eyebrow.

“We” she corrected herself.

“With my technology, that is.” Tony added. “In case anyone was wondering.”

“No one was wondering that, Tony” Steve smiled lightly, amused by the genius’ ego.

“But why? You were the only non-Avenger agent Loki chose personally” Thor asked. “My brother trusted you. And it was a wonderful opportunity for you.”

Fury looked… well, furious.

“Philip Crowe, you’re immediately and effectively removed from all S.H.I.E.L.D. work and installations, permanently for treason, espionage, and sabotage to an elite strike agent.” Fury said firmly.

“Elite?! He’s a monster!” the young man protested, struggling to break free from the arm lock. “It’s a time bomb! It’s in his nature! You’ve seen what he’s capable of! It’s a matter of time before we have New York part two! You’ve read myths, what guarantees that there won’t be a Ragnarök on Earth?! He—”

SMACK! He had been cut off by a slap in the face by you. If the stinging in his cheek was not enough to silence him, your cold glare silenced him.

“Take him away.” You said. “I want him rotting in a cell for a really long time…”

“Oh, he will be locked in the dark for a very long time” Fury agreed, “for espionage, and sabotage… And being an asshole as a whole.”

Thor was about to take him away. He was struggling to break free.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke up. “I’ll use a spell to delete his memories, about S.H.I.E.L.D. about the Avengers. Everything will be gone from his mind. He can live a normal life not remembering being an agent.”

Loki walked and looked down at him. Placed his hand on his forehead as the blond struggled. Loki let his Seidr flow and Philip’s body went limp.

“When he wakes up, he’ll be normal, he can have a normal life, he won’t be a risk for S.H.I.E.L.D.” he sighed and left the room.

Flowers bloomed under him as he sat by the lake. Just enjoying the familiar view. But not even that brought him any joy.

“Loki, there you are, honey.”

“Hello mother” Loki smiled. “I was just… thinking.”

“I thought you would be happy to get your naming” Frigga said. “You were excited this morning to receive your title.”

“God of Mischief, mother?” he asked. “Does that mean I’m supposed to cause trouble?”

“Is that so bad?”

“Will father get upset at me?” Loki asked. “Besides, you like annoying your brother.”

“Pranking Thor is different. Why could I be the God of rain, wind, or something, then Thor and I could be gods together.”

“You can’t revolve your personality around Thor. Your godly title is meant to reflect your personality, not your brother’s” Frigga smiled at him gently. “Your father gave you a title that would fit you.”

“Does father think I’m a bad son?” he asked.

“I think your father thinks you’re creative, smart, with good abilities to get away with what you want” Frigga assured him. “All qualities you do have. And you are quite cheeky.”

Loki chuckled weakly. Frigga smiled and picked up a purple flower and wiggled it against Loki’s face. Causing the young god to scrunch up his nose and swat the pretty flower away.

“You know, son. I think it’s time for you to start learning magic” Frigga said.

“But you said I had to wait until I was 500 years old” Loki asked.

“I think you’re ready” Frigga said, “You’re 250 years old already, and you just got your title. You are a big boy now.”

With a few elegant movements the violet on Frigga’s hands turned into a purple frog that jumped out of hands and into the pond. Loki giggled as his mother’s arms trapped him into a hug as she tickled his sides.

“Pretty memory” you looked at him as you sat next to him. “Your mom is pretty.”

“Most beautiful woman in all of Asgard” Loki agreed. “Do you know what Orvokki means?”

“Uhh, it’s a violet, right?” you said looking at the flowers around the lake.

“It can also be interpreted as little orphan. How ironic that it was my favorite flower as a child…” Loki grumbled.

He flicked his wrist and the illusion of his memory vanished. He was no longer in Asgard, he was sitting on the rooftop of the compound’s main building. He wasn’t with his mother. And his eyes were red from crying.

“That was really nice thing you did back there” you congratulated him as you rubbed circles across his back.

“Not bad for a monster, huh?” Loki huffed out, in a failed attempt to fake out a laugh. “Did you see the way he looked at me? The fear in his eyes…?”

“Don’t listen to him…” you said resting your head against his shoulder. “He never gave you a chance to prove how good you really are. That’s his problem, not yours.”

“I can’t blame him… I would not trust me either… I am a monster, I was a monster to my people, to my home…” he sighed.

“What? No, Loki…”

“My birth father abandoned me to die, I was raced by a kingdom that thought my kind were monsters…” Loki sighed, “and I caused so much pain and death to a Realm that could’ve seen me as something quite literally divine.”

You looked at him and squeezed his hand.

“I thought… I hoped I had a second chance, I wanted to believe people were already accepting me. I thought that if I could have at least one agent to trust me… How foolish of me…”

“Stop that…” you scolded him, giving his hand a gentle and loving squeeze. “You’re not a monster. No one sees you as a monster.”

Loki laughed bitterly. While you weren’t lying in the literal sense, you were being too kind, blinded by your affection for the young Asgardian to acknowledge the recent events.

“I mean it!” you said. “You’re so focused on one person thinking you’re a monster, that you fail to see what everyone else did because they believed in you. They all helped in their own way to prove you were innocent. Either tracking conversation, providing resources… Gosh, even director Fury trusted you were innocent.”

“I…” Loki recapped the events from earlier. You weren’t wrong.

“Besides, you know how picky I am when it comes to dating” you smiled, “I wouldn’t date just anyone. Is that not enough for you?”

Loki was silent for a moment, for once he didn’t even have a smart reply for that.

He had seen you turn down a couple of agents or staff members before the two of you started dating. Philip among the lines of the rejected. In fact, he remembered that during that time where the other Avengers noticed his feelings for you, some of them tried to discourage him from courting you, because “you didn’t date.” In fact, they had brought it up, on his face to prove it so. You were, in fact, very picky when it came to dating. Which just made him value your relationship even more. It gave him a huge confidence boost, and the security of not being replaced or overshadowed he so desperately had been needing.

And once again, you were that source of comfort and security. You were his sweet little balm.

“I… um…” he stuttered.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Tongue tied?” you teased him, making him groan in frustration as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Just… don’t give him power over you, if he didn’t bother knowing you, he shouldn’t deserve such a space in your mind.”

“Thanks, love” he smiled softly. “For… looking after me. And… helping me see that others look after me.”

“Heh… I’m glad I helped” you spoke lovingly as you rubbed your nose against his neck.

He chuckled rested his cheek against the top of your head.

“Should we head inside?” you asked, rubbing your own arms, as you stood up “it’s a bit chilly out here.”

“You can go inside, love” Loki offered. “I need some time alone.”

You looked at him worried, but a gust of cold wind made you shiver, making the idea of going inside more and more appealing. But he saw the hesitation in your eyes, the way you didn’t want to leave him alone made him smile.

“I promise I’ll meet you inside later” he assured you. But you didn’t look too convinced “Make some tea for us, and I’ll meet you in our room before you’re done putting on your pajamas.”

You gave him a look he couldn’t quite decipher but you nodded and made your way inside.

He relished the fresh air. But as he mentally prepared to be burdened with his failure, he surprised himself smiling. His mind wasn’t clouded with the young spy that betrayed him.

All he could think was that all the original Avengers, those he had cursed himself for unintentionally helping assemble to defeat him… now had stood up for him. And it didn’t stop there.

His mind was filled with happy memories.

All the times he had gotten a pat in the back from Tony and being called his new favorite for teasing Steve’s righteous stiffness and the way Bucky and Sam snickered at it. As well as his training contests with the super soldiers to test their serum with Loki and Thor’s godly nature. How he beamed with pride at the blond’s praise after a mission. The way Natasha and her little sister acknowledge his ability to infiltrate and swoon targets and even required him specifically. How Clint and his little new protegee had gotten really happy when Loki gifted them his old Asgardian bows for them, despite the teasing when they saw right through his “I don’t even use them” excuse and treated for dinner after. Bruce acknowledging his observation capabilities during some of his experiments. Thor… who despite all the awful things they had gone through never abandoned him, and still saw Loki as his baby brother, and despite they refused to admit it, both still adored each other.

And you. You had stolen his heart from minute one. He had been hopeless before the first kiss or even a declaration. Your eyes brought him to his knees, and he had sworn to be at your mercy for the rest of his existence when he saw you smile. And with that power you had over him done nothing but nourish him. Your payback when he pestered you was always fun and harmless. You made him laugh. You listened to everything he said and always encouraged him to keep talking until he was hoarse. You gave him the attention he had been craving for so many years. You treated him as the most important being of the universe.

Honestly, he didn’t realize when his thoughts had set him in motion. But by the time he was aware of his actions, he was already turning the doorknob of your shared bedroom.

“Liar” you scoffed, throwing a teddy bear to his face as soon as he set foot inside the room. “You said you’d be here before I was done putting on my jammies, but it’s been 5 minutes since I got in bed, and you weren’t here.”

Loki couldn’t help but smile. For a secret agent, you were terrible at hiding your feelings… at least from him.

“I apologize for not keeping my word, love” he apologized as he took off his shirt and searched through his drawer for the pajama he wanted to wear. “I lost track of time.”

“Did you drink?” you asked him.

“I did not. I trusted my favorite thing to make me tea” he responded with an innocent look as he put on his pajama shirt.

“It’s on your night table” you responded with the slightest pout, knowing you it was because he saw right through you.

He walked to the warm mug and took a sip. Of course, you had prepared his favorite tea… and with extra honey, just the way he liked. Everyone always complained there would never be enough for everyone if you kept spoiling Loki with his favorite all the time. You always got more, but it just meant starting the cycle again.

“Thank you, dear” he smiled as he kneeled on the bed to reach and cup your face to kiss your cheek.

Oh, how he wanted to tackle you and cover you in kisses at the way you fought and lost against the smile that appeared on your lovely face along with a light shade of pink.

“So adorable…” he chuckled.

As he was taking off his pants, he saw the way your blush turned even darked. He rushed to put on the pajama pants and dove in the bed, wrapping his arms around you in a loving embrace with his chest against your back.

“You’re in a lovely mood” you smiled as you reached to caress his cheek. “What gives?”

“I just thought about a lovely little mortal” he hummed pressing soft kisses on your nape, “that makes my darkest days bright and cozy.”

“Do you have a fever or something?” you touched his forehead.

“No, I mean it!” he laughed. “I stayed back to think… and all I could think about was your love, your kindness, and this hot body of yours…”

As he spoke that last bit, he reached to caress your sides, making you giggle.

“Loki…!” you giggle swatting his hand away. “You’re asking for trouble.”

“You know I am” he whispered, resting his face against your shoulder. Taking in your scent, closing his eyes as he relaxed. “Norns, what would I do without you?”

“Probably snuggle your pillow tonight” you smiled. “But you’d be fine.”

“I would not…” Loki choked up, as he felt tears forming in his eyes. “I would be lost; I would be absolutely nothing without you. A monster…”

“No, no, baby…” you spoke softly, turning around to face him. “You’ve worked really hard to be better… That’s all you, you are utterly and undoubtedly wonderful…”

The way you always made him feel better was almost scary. Your word was law. If you said he was so good, then… perhaps he wasn’t as bad as he thought.

“I love you…” he whispered. “Thank you…”

“What for?”

“For being my second chance… For believing I was more than the man that caused so much pain to your people…”

“Second chances are earned, Loki” you said. “You’ve earned it.”

He laughed softly when you rose up to sit on his waist, straddling him with your legs as you gave him a pseudo-menacing look.

“Now speak poorly of my sweet cuddly honeybun and you will be sorry…” you said in the worse threatening tone he had ever heard.

He cringed and laughed softly at the overly cheesy pet name.

“Oh gods…” he muttered with a shaky smile as his lips twitched upwards, amused by the situation. “You goofball.”

You let out an offended gasp and started tickling his sides, immediately making him giggle like a child.

“W-Wait! Dahahaharling! I’m sohohohohohrry!” he whined between laughs.

“Nope! Sorry ain’t gonna cut it this time, you insult me, you insult my prince… you deserve being chastised” you said playfully as you tickled his belly, which always made him hysterical.

“NAHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” he cackled, soon wheezing. He was so ridiculously ticklish that had had no chance fighting back or think about anything else but the tingles that made him howl with laughter.

But he wouldn’t change this kind of silly fun with his darling for the world. And if he was honest with himself, this was a great thing to focus on.

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

by ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Prologue: The Stone

The Loom is breaking. The Timelines are in chaos at the TVA. Just as Loki realizes he may have to sacrifice himself, O.B. offers one last Hail Mary that may spare his rueful fate...until it shoots him across time and space instead, to the most Norn-forsaken place imaginable: Syracuse, New York.

CHAPTER WARNING: violence toward our poor Loki

MASTERLIST

Time Variance Authority Outside of Time and Space No Time and Every Time, AM and PM

It was as if Loki was gazing at a gallows, just waiting for him on the other side of the door. A gallows just for him.

An abstract gallows, to be sure, one snarled and twisted by the fraying timelines. The Loom wasn’t going to hold them much longer. Victor Timely’s tens of repeated failures had yielded no progress. Loki had just finished spending centuries’ worth of time jumps learning everything he could about time, physics, and metaphysics. It all came to nothing but false hope.

Zapping his way back to Point A one last time, he knew what was needed. Only a God could survive in the temporal void long enough to reach the branches and save them. That left one of two people in the room with the ability.

Loki knew now that Sylvie would never see reason. The parts of ‘a Loki’ that were driven by self-preservation were too strong in her. Perhaps one day, after centuries behind that fast food counter, she’d have a moment of clarity. But reality couldn’t wait for that to happen. Even in the repeated attempts to calm her bloodlust in the Citadel there had been in no change in her resolve. Sylvie was lost, but pity would come later, after Loki took the glorious burden upon himself to save the universe.

I can keep the timelines stable as long as I keep my hands on them…at all times. For all time.

It was the single worst case of irony that reality had ever known, or at least that Loki in his thousands of years of travels had never known: that only now he would be getting a throne. The Throne of Time awaited him, only instead of eternal glory, it would bring him eternal imprisonment, forced to watch the eons pass by as if each were a vignette on a stage. He would have to watch Mobius die, as well as Sylvie and OB and everyone. Even Thor, for no creature was truly immortal. He would have to stand by as all of consciousness fell back into the void of death and rebirth at the end of it all.

And indeed, at the End of Time, where would he be?

After one final look around the room, everyone looking back at him with expectant apprehension, Loki took in one deep breath and began his march to the Loom. He felt a solid hand on his shoulder, and didn’t need to turn to know it was Mobius.

“What the SHIT are you doing?” he whispered frantically.

Looking into his worried eyes, Loki felt a stabbing pain in his chest. If only we’d met somewhere else, you brilliant man, I would’ve shown you the world.

"I know what kind of God I need to be. For you. For all of us,” he said, his voice faltering in spite of his wish that he sounded more sure.

“Wait!! I have one more idea! Look!”

Loki looked back beyond Mobius and Sylvie. OB was running back from somewhere he’d slipped away to. No one had even noticed that he’d left the room. He carried two small pebbles in his hand that to the unknowing witness would look like two small pieces of emerald, or perhaps tinted glass.

He was closer to Sylvie, so he pulled out her hand first, placing one of the dead Time Stones in it. It began to glow softly, a dull gray-ish green. The light was pulsing weakly, but it was clear that something in her skin was activating the time magic within the stone.

“Loki! Catch!” OB said quickly, tossing the stone at Loki, whose godlike reflexes caught the dangerous relic with ease. It also glowed green upon touch, only a much brighter, indisputable forest green.

“How is that possible?” asked Mobius. “How did we never think of that?”

The God of Tricks turned the stone over in his palm, as if doing so would give him some kind of clue. “Well, it’s quite lovely, OB, but I don’t understand--”

“Time Stones thrive off of the energy of the timelines and work by being linked to every single one, enabling the one who uses it to hop from time to time! Maybe if you throw one of those at the timelines while it’s active, it’ll act like a pill and regulate the streams again!” OB suggested enthusiastically. “But only if it’s active, and it looks like the only place they work in the TVA is…well, in the hands of a Loki variant.”

“Are you suggesting we give aspirin to the Temporal Loom?” Sylvie scoffed, the weakened stone in her hand blinking with every other syllable.

“You sure that’ll work?” asked Mobius with skepticism.

OB shook his head, “Oh no. It’s a long shot. Odds in the trillions, and that’s just a guess,” he admitted bluntly. He looked at Loki and twisted his lip into a hopeful smile. “But it’s worth a try, right?”

Loki looked down at the brilliant stone he held. Something within the stone felt like it was attuning itself to him. Small threads of green light were radiating from the stone and digging into his skin, illuminating it from underneath, as if his very veins were filling with the power of the Time Stone.

Looking up one more time, Loki shrugged. “Indeed,” he said under his breath. “Well, here I go.”

“Loki!” Mobius shouted one more time. “Let her do it,” he said, pointing back at Sylvie. “She’s the one who caused all of this.”

“I don't know, her stone doesn’t look as strong as yours,” said OB, now at Sylvie’s side and watching the pathetic pebble in her hand barely flicker in tandem with her breath. “If we have one chance to do this, I think it has to be you, Loki.”

The more Loki stared down his permanent imprisonment within the twisted vines of time, the more he realized that he’d been fooled the entire time…and by none other than himself! He’d assumed that every variant of himself would have every capacity to grow that he had. Perhaps Sylvie did, and Loki was only looking at a portrait of who he had been as a rash, physically-driven youth.

It didn’t matter anyhow. If this worked, Sylvie would be going back to the counter at McDonald’s. If it didn’t, Sylvie’s mind would always be at that silly little place, unable to see the world past the end of her own nose no matter how many people suffered for her choices.

“I’m sorry, Mobius, but I think we both know it must be my action,” Loki said softly, gently taking Mobius’ hand in his own. “Have an extra slice of pie for me.”

“Go throw it,” OB suggested. “Quickly! We’re out of time!”

Victor stood clueless behind everyone else. “This has been a remarkable day” he mumbled.

Finally going beyond the door and into the temporal space, Loki felt the stone begin to burn in his hand, the sensation not only pressed against his flesh, but in his bloodstream.

One last breath, and Loki reared back, pitching the Time Stone toward the Loom.

As if the air were too thick, the stone’s speed was almost too slow to make sense, slowly floating toward the fraying, entangled timelines in an arc. It fell in a spiral toward the Loom, increasing speed as if it were being sucked directly into the messes of fibers.

The God’s breaths slowed to a standstill, his veins still on fire with green energy from the stone. Loki suddenly felt as if he’d turned into a marionette as hundreds of points on his body were suddenly yanked, throwing him off of his feet and into the air behind the stone, flying at incredible speed toward the epicenter of energy.

As if the Time Stone was pulling him by invisible chains, Loki was dragged along until he reached the Loom, after which a strong updraft knocked him unconscious, the last thing to grace his open eye being Mobius’ frightened stare.

Around his lifeless, floating form, the green clouds, rogue lightning, and whipping winds began to form a time vortex, shooting the helpless god through each and every reality, one by one…

Syracuse, New York, USA June 9 7:19pm EST

“Get off my shit!”

Loki awoke with a start, his head roaring, his skin tingling, and his vision blurred. Hungover from the unexpected trip, he felt weakened and confused. The skinny man yelling in his face wasn’t helping him regain his bearings.

He was splayed rather unflatteringly among a pile of garbage bags filled with clothes and cans. Frommhis view, he could begin to see that he was in some sort of alleyway surrounded on three sides by brick. The sky above was dim and overcast.

“Oh, Norns, what is…?”

“I said, GET OFF MY--

“--my shit, yes, that much we’ve established…”

The angry skinny man was impatient to the point where he started shoving Loki to his feet, urging him away. “Find your own awning!” he called after him as he finally managed to throw Loki into the street. “And some clothes, too!”

Loki looked down, realizing for the first time that he was stark naked. His clothes had been torn from his body in transit across the realities. Well, at least it wasn’t my skin.

The street was full of potholes, the environment claustrophobic as it could be for being outdoors. The air smelled of sewage and tar. A sign hanging on the corner building nearby read S. Salina St.

Looking down into his palm, the stone remained aglow in his grip.

Now, where in the Norns am I? Loki asked himself, keeping to a nearby shadow in hopes no one was nearby to see his nudity.

It felt like dusk was at hand, though the thick greasy cloud cover did little to explain the actual position of the sun. The air was warm, humid, and unpleasant. Rain was inbound, as evidenced by a building darkness rolling in from the western horizon.

“Damn,” Loki whispered. “I…”

He took off down the street and around the corner onto S. Salina, scurrying in such a manner that a mouse could beat him in a footrace. He used his godlike ability to absorb detail in order to learn as much as he could about this place.

Wait a moment…I can control my time jumping!

How simple! Loki rolled his eyes and chuckled. He sucked in his breath and clenched, just as he’d taught himself to do in order to control his phasing.

Seconds went by. Perhaps a minute. Nothing happened when the reaction should have instantly drawn him back to the TVA.

“Hey Di, look at the naked guy shitting himself across the street!”

Two women were sitting on a porch across the way, a small white dog at their feet, staring directly at Loki as he squinted and attempted to force himself through space. He was suddenly the most self-conscious he’d ever been in his entire life.

“Hey Mister, what’re you doing with no clothes?” shrieked the other. “How much’ve you had?”

“Yeah, he’s drunk,” agreed the first lady, trying hard to hold in a laugh.

“It’s gone! My time phasing!” Loki whispered aloud. He snapped his fingers, attempting to bring some cover to his body with seidr, only for the stone in his hand to dim its glow. “Magic…none of it works here.”

The two gleeful ladies continued to mock Loki from across the street. “I’ll give him this, he’s hot.”

Di raised an eyebrow. “Kinda looks like that guy from the movies, doesn’t he? Loki! He looks like Loki!”

“Holy shit, you’re right! He’s dead on for Loki!”

“Of COURSE I look like Loki, blast you!” he swore, beginning to move towards them, not bothering to check and see if any vehicles were bearing down on him. “Because I--”

“--dude, don't come any closer! Just because I don’t like the cops doesn’t mean I won’t call ‘em if you’re gonna…” the larger of the two women got up to reach for a cell phone perched on the railing.

“What? No, ladies, I just need to know where I am and how to get to--”

“--dude, get out of here, and stop by the Salvation Army or something on the way because no one wants to see that!”

“Speak for yourself, Di.”

“Where am I?” Loki asked, slower this time.

“Yeah, he's drunk,” mumbled Di. “Dude, you’re on the south side! Near the park!”

“Did you say that I need to find an army?” Loki asked, backtrack, unsure about which way was up.

“Mister,” continued Di, “head that way and you’ll be downtown in ten minutes. Someone’ll either help you or arrest you up there.” She pointed further up the road, which led to a bright district of flashing neon and nightlife about to get underway with the sunset. “Ain’t nothin’ down here for you except fentanyl.”

The larger of the women quickly ran inside and came back a few seconds later with a small fleece blanket in a nasty shade of hot pink. “My daughter doesn’t use this anymore. Use it to cover your junk. I don’t want it back.”

She threw it down to Loki, who gratefully wrapped it about his waist, tying it off at the hipbone. It hardly qualified for more than a belt, only covering him from below his navel to a few precious inches below his…other time stones.

“Thank you, madam,” he mumbled. Without further awkward conversation, he left the two women to their excited giggles and whistles and headed in the direction he’d been given.

He didn’t even have any shoes, as was quickly made evident by the painful tar gravel that burrowed between his toes and under the balls of his feet as he paced himself, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone as he fled from shadow to shadow, hoping to remain unseen despite at least being minimally covered now.

“Hey buddy, nice skirt!”

“The gay bar is on the west side!”

Loki was still exposed to catcalls and insults nearly the entire way up the trashy, unwelcoming city. Even as he approached a larger, brightly-lit square accompanied by live music from several different outdoor patios, he could feel the eyes bearing down on him.

This place is deplorable, Loki thought. No magic, no help…

“Ew, guy! At least put on a skirt that covers your crack all the way!” a woman called from behind him.

“Hey, there are kids here, man!” a huge man with a shaved head stepped into Loki’s path, causing him to stop short. The man had about three inches on Loki, and even though his Asgardian density made him about the same weight as the sizable human before him, Loki wasn;t sure he wanted to risk an altercation in his present state. He smelled of beer. “Put your dick away, alright?”

“Let me pass,” Loki mumbled. “Please. I’m on my way to the army.” He tried to throw up a defensive arm, which the man caught with ease.

The skinhead laughed. “Jesus, what I have to deal with…”

Without warning, the asshole laid out a direct punch to Loki’s temple, sending him to the sidewalk. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

Regents Park, London, England June 10 12:19am GMT

“Oooh, talk to me! What did they do to you?!”

The Doctor, frustrated, removed the magnifying goggles from his face and squinted as he looked up into the undercarriage of the TARDIS console, trying desperately to find out what had stranded him here and how to fix it.

Having barely made it out of yet another fray with the Cybermen, The Doctor’s beloved TARDIS had been hit, or perhaps bombed from within somehow (who could tell?). Barely landing safety in a place the TARDIS recognized as a ‘favorite’ location (London, England, early 21st century), The Doctor quickly learned that whatever had attacked him had destroyed what held the Time Vortex in place within the TARDIS’ core.

The Doctor’s ship was nothing more than a wooden box, sitting in a public park on Earth in 2023. Nothing, not the screwdriver, not The Doctor’s own ingenuity, was yielding any hope.

“Maybe Jack could…oh no, no, no,” he thought out loud, shaking off the idea. While it was true that Captain Jack Harkness could always be assumed to be waltzing around somewhere at any given place in time, what did he really know about TARDIS mechanics?

The Doctor sighed. Thinking about Jack always eventually brought his thoughts back to Rose. She may have been as human as anyone else around, but sometimes her intuition would shine through, triggering some epiphany in his head and bringing about the best answers.

That was Rose: brilliant in the most unexpected ways.

“If only it were easier to fall through realities,” he bitterly mused. “Or at least find a good fix-it shop that has equipment to jumpstart an Eye of Harmony…very basic stuff, not sure why it’s so hard to find--”

He was interrupted by a sudden, instantaneous flash of emerald, brighter than the sun, sending The Doctor squinting and crouching to the floor. Though he couldn’t see what had happened, for a brief moment, he heard the TARDIS breathe, as if the Vortex had been restored within it for as long as the luminous green assault filled the interior.

“What?” he asked nobody. The flash of green ceased, as did the TARDIS’ temporary recovery.

“WHAT?” he asked himself, running up the stairs to the top of the console, looking at every screen and pulling every lever he could.

Something had triggered the Time Vortex within the TARDIS, as if it were being given a push by an external force somewhere else out there in the world…something with enough time energy imbibed in its core to do so.

Perhaps if it was something he could find and bring back to the TARDIS…

Running to the doors and flinging them open, The Doctor was just in time to catch a streak of green flash across the night sky, heading southwest and missing London by a long, long shot. As it left the airspace above England, the TARDIS grew dark and cold again.

The Doctor’s mouth couldn’t close as his brain tried to keep up with his eyes.

“What?? WHAT?!”

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Summary: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors & pearl clutchers dni you've been warned) | smut; p in v; loss of virginity (m); fingering; oral sex (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: best friends to lovers

"Now when standing with a nobleman it is important to always stand a considerable distance behind him, and always to his left. This is to symbolize--Lady Y/N, I truly do understand that you would much rather your training be in the combat fields, but you are still a lady. The curriculum decided upon by the Queen was you were to undergo a full day of training in the ways of ladyship every fourth day of the week."

You grumbled from your seat, your elbow propped on the desk as you slumped your chin down on your palm as a show of how increasingly dull you found this session…and every session before it. "While I also understand your intention of teaching me the ways of being a good nobleman's wife, Madame Adrianna, I simply fail to see the purpose of these lessons, considering that I have no intention to be simply a breeding station for some nobleman. And if this is truly the curriculum, then please do indulge me and tell me how come Lady Sif or Sir Fandral are not in attendance?"

She smiled down at you as if you were a petulant child looking for someone to drag into a punishment with you, which admittedly at the moment, you felt like that as well. "Lady Y/N, that is because they followed their curriculum when you were all much younger. If I recall correctly, instead of attending your lessons, you ran around wreaking havoc all over the palace and sitting in on magic lessons with Prince Loki."

Madame Adrianna chuckled at your reaction of pursing your lips before breaking into a smug, tight-lipped smile as you recalled all the shenanigans you'd gotten yourself into throughout the centuries past at the influence of your best friend, the god of mischief, Asgard's dark prince. Though to you he was simply Loki, once a brilliant and misunderstood boy, and now a brilliant and misunderstood man who wielded his magic as if it were an extension of his body.

What you wouldn't give for him to break into your lesson right now and save you from this boredom. And what you wouldn't give for him to feel even a sliver of affection towards you like you did for him. Hel, what you wouldn't give in order to acquire a potion that would make you look like the women in the leisure inns he was so frequently spotted in.

I wonder if any of those women ever had to attend an etiquette class, you thought to yourself.

"And your thoughts have wandered off again," your instructor commented, snapping her fingers to call you back into the room. "Lady Y/N, if you are to be the prince's betrothed, you--"

"What? Betrothed?" you snorted, earning you a stern look from her. "I assure you I am not to be betrothed to anyone. Loki is simply my dearest friend. Nothing more." You did your best to mask the bitterness in your tone at the end, but she still caught on, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Well, at least pay attention in our lessons so that you may learn to hide your disappointment better, because that, my dear, was atrocious." Both of you ended up chuckling over her remarks, agreeing to instead be taught how to mask one's emotions so that you could stop wearing them on your sleeve.

Norns forbid that you lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your envy over all the women he most definitely bedded at bay.

Your lesson was once again interrupted, only this time not by your daydreaming. Rather it was jolted into silence by the sound of sharp, loud knocks on the classroom door. A member of the Einherjar peeked through the threshold. "Madame Adrianna, I apologize profusely to have to cut your lesson short. The King has ordered to see Lady Y/N."

His words immediately brought you to your feet, apologizing to your instructor for having to take your leave so hastily. But when the King orders one's presence, one is obligated to make haste. You walked as fast as your legs could take you toward the throne room, pausing only when you heard some of the Allfather's chambermaids speaking of his current predicament.

"Odin's fallen to the Odinsleep," you muttered to yourself, your pace slowing. "Meaning that he is not King at the moment. It is not he who ordered my presence. And Thor's been banished to Midgard, which means--"

You stopped in your tracks as the realization dawned on you. You had been heading to the throne room under the assumption that it was Odin who summoned you, when really it was…

"Loki," you exhaled his name in a panic, turning around and running toward his chambers.

When you arrived at his chambers the palace guards stationed outside immediately opened his doors, announcing your presence. You stepped inside, walking a path all too familiar to you toward his study, puzzled to find no one there. After a few moments of roaming each area of his chambers and calling out his name, you found him in his bed chamber, sitting mutely on a chaise and holding Gungnir in his hands.

"Would you prefer to be called Your Majesty or My King?" you called out in the most lighthearted tone you could manage. In truth you were doing everything in your power to remain seemingly unfazed because the mere notion of calling him "My King" had you feeling the unmistakable pooling of arousal between your legs.

His deep chuckle didn't help alleviate that growing ache one bit. "You know that I will always prefer you call me by my own name, darling. But if you insist on using my title, then I would prefer 'My King'," he answered you with a playful smirk, the ache in your core intensifying. "Y/N, I must tell you something. Before the entirety of Asgard hears of my new station and it reaches your ears in a manner beyond my control." His gaze met yours with a pleading look before his eyes began to darken as he roamed your form, biting his lip as he did.

"Alright out with it," you said with an exaggerated sigh, a pitiful attempt to mask how your heart constricted at the sight of what he'd just done. He looked back at you with furrowed brows as you explained, "You always make fun of me on Etiquette Day because I have to wear a dress, so go on. Out with it." You righted your stance animatedly for added effect. "With respect, of course. My King."

"Is it already the fourth day of the week?" he murmured. "Truthfully, Y/N, I'd forgotten without the presence of my oaf of a brother constantly reminding the entire palace that it is 'his day'," he said the final part in his best impression of Thor, making you burst out in laughter. When he rose to his feet and placed Gungnir to stand against the wall, your heart caught in your throat once more, making it difficult to breathe especially when he strode toward you and framed your face gently with his large hands. "No jokes today, darling," he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "You look divine. As you always do."

You found it impossible think clearly when he was standing this close to you, touching you as he was now, speaking words of such tenderness that your mind began to wander off and speculate on whether this was how he'd speak to those women that he romanced in the leisure inns he frequented. That line of thinking left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing you step back from him.

"So erm…" You cleared your throat, trying desperately to mask how flustered he'd made you over the last few moments. "What was it you wished to tell me? Surely you did not send an Einheri to extract me from my ever captivating etiquette classes with Madame Adrianna simply to tell me that I do not look like a complete jester today."

"Darling you never look like a jester." His tone almost sounded stern, as if he did not appreciate the wording you'd chosen to describe yourself. He stepped toward you again, taking your hands in his. "I know of the talks in the palace regarding the places that I visit when night befalls the realm."

You sighed sharply, exasperated already with where the conversation was about to turn. "Loki I know about your time in the leisure inns. The palace staff, the soldiers, they all run on gossip mongering to get through their daily drudgeries. I've already heard that you're seen there frequently, this isn't new information to me. You really need not go into lurid detail--"

"You don't know everything, Y/N," he cut you off, the desperation in his voice evident now. "The things you're about to hear from everyone around you, about what I do when I go there--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Loki," you spoke, pulling your hands out of his hold and firmly gripping his forearms to make him listen to you. "I care not to hear about the things you've done to these women in these places. That is entirely your business and you need not make it mine--"

"I haven't done anything!" His raised tone caused you flinch the slightest, the irritation on his face fading into a mix of regret and pain once he noted your reaction. "I haven't ever done anything…with anyone," he elaborated more slowly, more calmly. "Those are the revealing truths that will be spread around like wildfire once it's been announced that I've become King. That information was never quite as scandalous before because I was not heir, let alone King; now people will wield that knowledge like a weapon because--"

"Because who would respect a ruler that never even experienced something as basic as laying with another," you breathed out, the confusion rife in your tone. "I don't understand, though. All this time in the leisure inns and you were--"

"Spectating," he answered quietly, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Observing. Learning." Your pulse beat violently against your neck as you watched his gaze flicker to your lips. "Fantasizing," he finished, shifting his gaze to meet yours.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Fantasizing?" you repeated. "Why in the Nine would you be fantasizing when you could have any woman in the realm that you desire?"

He began to walk you backward until your back was pressed against a column, your breathing coming out staggered and shaky as he let go of your hands, now resting one at the curve of your waist and the other cupping your jaw, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. "Because I've only ever desired one woman all my life. And I've tried to be content with simply being her friend. Her best and dearest friend," he hissed, the shock sinking in with every word he uttered.

Could it be possible? you thought to yourself.

"But if the truth is to come out about my experiences, or in my case my lack thereof, then I suppose this truth should come out as well." He placed his thumb against your lips, leaning in until your noses were touching. "I spectate at those couples and I fantasize that it's us. That I am the one eliciting such lustful noises from you. That it is my name you scream and sigh when your pleasure crests and tapers."

Coherent thoughts had escaped you as you processed his words, your mind filled with the possibilities of the fantasies he'd conjured in his vast imagination. "Why--" you choked out, barely able to even form words. "Why'd you never--"

"You deserve the best that the Nine has to offer," he said simply. "I am not--I simply am not. But I needed you to hear the truth from me now before anyone else's words may have reached your precious little ears." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I desire you, darling Y/N. For as long as I could remember all I've longed was to be yours. And to make you mine in return."

He rested his forehead against yours as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body flush against his, making you let out a sharp gasp as you felt his hardening member pressing against your lower stomach. "What if--" you breathed out, struggling to form words. "What if that sentiment was returned?"

You could feel his hand tracing up the laces at the back of your dress, his breathing as labored and as heavy as yours. "Then there is one final truth to reveal." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking his next words against your skin. "I want it to be you. I crave for you to be my first. My only." He pressed another kiss to your skin. "Ever since we were mere children sparring with wooden weapons because we were not strong enough or big enough to lift real blades. Since then I've only longed for you."

His words felt like a dream to you. They didn't feel real. To hear him say that all this time your feelings had been returned? That the centuries past had been spent with you both in states of longing, never knowing until today that the other had felt the same? The elation felt too exquisite to be real. Perhaps it wasn't.

"Am I dreaming?" you breathed out, feeling your body begin to grow faint as you kept striving to process the situation, becoming more and more overwhelmed with his proximity, his touch, his scent. As if he were flooding all your senses. "This doesn't feel real. All this time?" You grew heady with the feel of him pressing more kisses to your skin, his hold on you tightening by the slightest, pressing himself even closer to you if that were even possible. "We've squandered so much time."

Those words seemed to set something in him alight as he tilted his head enough that the next kiss he gave you was to your lips. And the moment your lips finally met it felt as if electricity had spread throughout the entirety of your body, as if you were finally jolted to life after merely existing for so agonizingly long.

You stayed there for what felt like hours, your tentative kisses increasing in passion and desperation, as if you were trying to compensate for all the wasted centuries with each touch of your lips. Your little whimpers turned more and more lustful as his hands roamed your body, and even more so the moment his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place when his mouth slanted over yours and his tongue slid against yours.

"I've longed for you, too," you managed to say as you gasped for breath when you both finally pulled away and he proceeded to press tender kisses to your neck. "Please," you said in a whimper as he found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the spot, making you arch your neck toward him. "Make me yours," you sighed as he hummed a sound of contentment against your skin.

"You must tell me if I hurt you, Y/N. Promise me," he pleaded as his hands went to the back of your dress, fumbling along the lacing and beginning to undo the ties. You could only smile sweetly at him for his concern as he went on. "I've read that…that it could hurt. I don't want to hurt you, I love you--" He caught himself too late and his eyes widened in sheer horror as he watched yours start tearing up. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that--"

"I love you, too," you said hurriedly, as if the words couldn't escape you fast enough. You pulled him towards you to kiss him again before telling him, "You need not worry about hurting me. You can't." Tears welled in your eyes as you explained further. "You won't be my first. And because of that you cannot be my only. But I want you to be my last."

At that moment he finally successfully untied and unlaced the bodice of your dress, a victorious grin adorably pulling at the corners of his mouth before he grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his body to kiss you decadently. He slowly, methodically, stripped you of your dress, placing his lips upon your skin as it was exposed to him.

Once your dress and smallclothes hit the floor of his bed chamber he took a step back, taking in your naked form. "Exquisite," he breathed out, reaching out to tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at him. "I would like to show you what I've learned. If you'll let me."

All air left your lungs as you mutely nodded your response and with a wave of his hand, the leather and metal of his armor disappeared in a flash of green, baring himself to you. "I wanted to do that," you mumbled with a playful pout.

"Next time, my love," he chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, lifting you so easily into his arms as he carried you to his bed. Once he had you laid out before him on the mattress, he hovered over you, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss. "Do I need to ready you?" he asked tentatively.

You'd felt him faintly earlier but you couldn't quite give him a sure answer. "Let me see you." He stepped back to allow you to peruse him in all his glorious nakedness. You took a moment to appreciate his lithe form, the power emanating from the well-defined but not bulky muscles all throughout his torso and arms, before letting your gaze travel down. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in such an unflattering sound as you laid your eyes on his erection. "Yes," you blurted out in a mix of shock and panic. "If you don't you might actually hurt me."

Though you were no stranger to the experience of laying with another, you were most definitely not experienced in sharing a bed with someone so…well-equipped. You had no doubts that if he tried to enter you as you were now, the stretch alone would ensure you would be walking rather uncomfortably the following morning.

He stepped toward the bed once more and tentatively touched his fingers to your ankle, his soft touch trailing up the entire length of your leg until they met the outside of your folds. You bit your lip as he teasingly ran his fingers lightly along, refusing to push any further. At the risk of his mischievous nature getting the better of him, you decided to goad the god. "I believe this is the part where you show me what you've learned from the last few centuries, my King."

Loki simply smirked at you as he pressed further against your folds, gasping softly once his digits made contact with your wet, heated core. "Oh, my darling Y/N…" he breathed, his touch becoming firmer as he slowly stroked up the length of your slit until he had your hips jerking violently against his touch once his digits met the aching and swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance.

"Fuck!" you cried out with an obscene moan as he guided his movements based on how your body reacted to him. You watched with widened eyes as he sunk to his knees, bringing his face level to your sex, your pleasured screams echoing around the room when he licked into your entrance before latching his lips onto your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub.

Your breathing grew labored as he placed his free hand on your inner thigh, holding you open for him to continue his attentions before placing that same leg over his shoulder and giving you no escape from his mouth. The god had you letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak once you felt his fingers return to your heated passage and push their way inside, prodding and scissoring at your walls.

Norns, he'd learned this simply from watching? You couldn't dare imagine how thoroughly he would surely destroy you once he'd memorized every minute reaction of your body to his actions. Once he'd had enough time to practice and he'd learned how to play your body like a virtuoso with an instrument.

When you could feel the coil tightening in your body, your walls clenching unashamedly around his fingers, you whimpered a broken plea of his name. "I--I'm…I'm--"

"Shh, darling," he spoke against you, the vibrations from his voice pushing you ever closer to completion. "I've got you," he said before giving you a wicked grin and once again closing his lips over your clit and resuming his pace, his digits now moving as if they were searching for that spot inside of you that would push you over the edge. And then he curled his fingers, finding that very spot and setting your body aflame once again.

You yelled his name with a salacious moan as you arched your back off the bed and came on his fingers. All that you could utter were whimpered utterances of his name and how you loved him while he shamelessly lapped at your release as you came down from your high.

When you felt you could think coherently again, you breathed out, "You are going to absolutely ruin me, do you know that?" He didn't answer you; instead, he hovered over you once more and lined the tip of his shaft to your still clenching entrance, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushed his way inside you in slow, careful thrusts.

"Oh Y/N. My dear heart," he rasped in your ear. "That isn't even the beginning of what I've learned in these last few centuries." He let out a staggered cry of your name once he'd fully sheathed himself in you as you uttered a broken moan. "Are you alright, my love? Have I hurt you?" he asked frantically, pressing tender kisses to your cheek and temple.

"No," you whimpered. "You're perfect. Absolutely devastatingly perfect." You pressed a fevered kiss to his shoulder, your heart swelling at the turn of events today had taken. He let out a sigh of audible relief, his breath ruffling the fringe hairs at the crown of your head, before pressing one more kiss to your temple and beginning to move in a slow, tender pace.

"You feel sublime," he whispered through staggered breaths. "I'm sorry I won't--"

"It's okay," you cooed, weaving your fingers through his raven hair and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Lasting longer comes with practice. At least I think it does. Just let go." You tilted your head so your lips could meet in a breathless, impassioned kiss. "I've got you."

You moaned into each other's mouths as his pace staggered, hips jerking uncontrollably against yours as you felt him spilling his seed into you. Then your eyes snapped open as you felt his hand slowly reach between you and start rubbing against your already overstimulated clit, sending you past the brink of your own ecstasy as well.

With a final exhale, he pulled out of you and dropped unceremoniously beside you onto the bed, his arm reaching over to pull you into a sated embrace. As his chest heaved trying to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with unmistakable elation as he breathed the words, "Marry me."

You instinctively wanted to sass him about proposing to the first woman he laid with, but you stopped yourself as you took into consideration the words he'd said earlier. This situation wasn't the type to be questioned with 'Already?', but rather the type to be concluded with 'Finally'. Centuries of both of you spent believing that your love had been one-sided…you knew there was only one correct response.

"Yes." As he leaned into press his lips to yours, however, you simply couldn't resist. "My King."

A/N: I remember seeing a comment a long time ago in another fic (not sure if it was here or on AO3) that there's only a very small selection of Virgin!Loki fics to choose from, and truly I hope this piece is a worthy addition to that group of stories. (But if it's not, don't tell me I cry easily--)

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Fate (Ivar x Reader)

Fate Ivar x Reader Warnings: smutty, but no sex

Summary: Wedding night.

A/N: You can read it as a part of The Wanderer and Valkyrie, but works as a standalone too.

The moon is bright and round at the top of the dark sky. It covers the city in a silvery hue, cascading down the roofs and highlighting the drunk idiots who found sleep in different places on the streets. They are lucky it's not cold enough to freeze them by morning. The weather is peaceful and clear, letting you see the stars glinting down at you as you pull the heavy doors shut.

The Great Hall is quiet and calm. The celebration is long over. The air is still heavy with smoke and ale. It fills your nostrils. The alcohol still pumps in your veins, making your chest light and your mind a bit dizzy. A lazy smile plays on your lips as your attention turns to the man sitting on his throne. He watches you too. The paint is smeared all over his face, but it is still not enough to hide the pink blush that spreads across his cheeks when your eyes meet. "I think I saw Hvitserk hugging a goat to himself outside," you tell him. "I hope it eats his hair," he replies, and you laugh. Ivar smiles at the melodic sound. "Don't be mean," you tell him. "He outdid himself today." Ivar can't argue with your statement. His brother really did everything to make your wedding memorable from the start to the drunk ending. "You are beautiful," he says instead. He didn't drink enough to admit his brother's surprisingly amazing wedding planner skills, but now as he looks over you, he starts to regret his decision. The smile you send his way is full of mischief. The white dress hides your curves but still shows off your breasts. He can see the hard peaks of your nipples. Necklaces hang from your neck, glinting in the dim lights. And the crown on your head fits among your braids perfectly. You really look like a queen. His queen. "What are you thinking?" You ask him. "A man who just married should look happier," you add, placing your thumb between his brows to smooth out the frown on his face. "I'm happy," he says. "I'm just... I still can't believe you chose me." "I told you, Ivar," you tell him. "Our future is written and sewed together by the Norns." He really wants to pay attention to what you say, but it gets harder and harder with every movement you make to get rid of your clothes. Soon, your dress pools around your legs, and you are bare in front of his roaming eyes. "Leave everything else," he says after you kick off your shoes. The blush deepens on his cheeks at his sudden order. Maybe he shouldn't give orders while clearly, you are the one who knows what you are doing. But he still doesn't wish you to get rid of the jewelry that adores your skin, highlights your eyes, and makes you so ethereal in his eyes. "Can I untie my hair?" You ask for his permission, smirking. "These braids are really tight." "I-I will do it," he says, clearing his throat. "If you come here." "How nice of you, my husband." The smirk is still on your face. You are mischievous, cheeky, and happy, while Ivar falls from awe to awe the whole time. Climbing up on his lap, you adjust your position above him until his hips are between your knees. "Is it okay?" You ask, letting some of your weight on his thighs. It's not enough to hurt him, but enough for you to be comfortable. "Yes," he croaks.

He is gentle and unsure. Your eyelids fall shut every now and again at the feeling of his massaging fingers on your scalp. You relax on his lap while Ivar is all tense and taut. His gaze wanders down your chest every time he is sure you don't watch him. He doesn't even know why he is so sneaky about it. He saw you naked several times, and you are his wife now. He can look at you all he wants. "Thank you," you sigh when he is done, and your wavy hair is free from the ties and decorations. The only thing he left in its place is the crown at the top of your head. "You are welcome." "How are your legs?" You ask him. You are so calm and content it almost drives him crazy. How can you be so collected while he falls apart with every passing minute? "They are fine," he replies. His every sense is so focused on you that he doubts he would notice if his legs were in pain. He doesn't care about his useless legs. He cares about your weight on him, your sweet smell, your soft touch, and the heat that radiates from you and cocoons him into relaxation. "What are you waiting for, Ivar?" You ask him, smiling. "Kiss your wife."

His kiss is familiar by now. His tongue traces the line between your lips until you open your mouth and let him in. His large hands land on your hips, squeezing your flesh while you nibble on his bottom lip before letting him push his tongue into your mouth again. Your chest is pressed against his. You can feel the heavy thud of his heartbeat. Your hands slip up on his arms, playing with the ends of the braids at the back of his neck. Your back arches to get closer to him. His low moan vibrates in your throat. "Wait," you giggle. Your word fan over his lips. "It tickles." "Sorry," he grunts, not knowing what else he should do with his hands. Your giggle turns into a smirk. "It's fine," you tell the man, grabbing his hands on your sides. "But here would be better," you add as you place his palms on your breasts. His fingers squeeze the globes in reflex. His eyes are wide as he watches his own hands. "You are so pretty," he says, flicking his thumb over your nipple before taking the hard peek between his fingers to pinch and pull on it. "Ivar," you gasp out his name, leaning against his shoulders. "Did I hurt you?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice. "In a good way." Seeing the confusion on his face makes you smile again. "I will explain it later." Your lips meet in a kiss again. It's hurried and burning. His hands are still on your tits. They fit perfectly in his warm palms just as he thought they would. "What did I tell you once? When will we have sex?" You ask him. Your breath is hot against his lips, and he needs a few seconds to register your words in his mind. "We will be together when I know who you are." "And who am I, Ivar?" You ask, cupping his face with both of your hands. "Tell me." "You are my fate." Your lips meet again in a searing kiss.

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wheredafandomat · 7 months

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Based on this ask that I accidentally lost 😭

@lulubelle814 I hope you enjoy it!!

Meant to be

Loki x female reader

18+ | TW: Infertility and problems associated with that including miscarriage, smut, use of drugs, alcohol

❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Loki, Loki” you shake him awake trying to stop the trembling as your vision blurred “wake up, I need-I need to go to a hospital” you stuttered, Loki’s eyes flying open as he heard you.

“Y/n?” He questioned, cupping your face as he searched your expression in the dark room “what’s the matter?” He began, eyes widening as he noticed the crimson soaking into the sheets.

“I feel faint and I’m not due on” you tried to rationalise, not wanting to alarm Loki and trying to calm yourself down too.

“I’ll drive” he quickly stood up, flinging the duvet off of himself.

Loki helped you into the car before you both rushed to the hospital. You had been feeling abdominal pain for the past couple of days and you felt incredibly ill but you put it down to stress. Only now as Loki held your hand, frantically driving that you realised this was actually a lot more serious. When you made it to the hosptial, you were seen quickly.

“I wish I had known” you sniffled “if only I had known, I could have pretended, just for a while that we—we were going to be parents” you continued to cry as Loki rubbed soothing circles on your back, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was a mother Loki and now—now I—” you sobbed, wanting the day to end as Loki bit back his own mournful tears. And just like that, another getaway, another attempt at normalcy.

It had been just over a month since you were at the hospital and already, you and Loki had spent all your weekends abroad, trying to have sex in as many different European countries as you could. Each country offered its own culture, its own fond memories and its own way of spicing up your sex life whether that was with aphrodisiacs or guided meditations. This weekend, you found yourselves in Amsterdam, a hotel overlooking a nearby canal as you each held a mushroom in your hand. It was on your way to get food that you stopped at a shop and picked the mushrooms up after an elderly lady working in the shop said that the mushrooms cured all that ails you. Turning towards each other, you smiled before eating them.

“When do they kick in?” Loki asked, wriggling his fingers as he held his hand in front of his face.

“Considering the fact that you’ve been staring at your hand for the past ten minutes, I think they already have” you answered, looking at him.

“Oh” he voiced, looking up at you “do they work?”

“Is your hair getting longer?” You questioned, squinting as you looked at Loki.

“Is yours getting shorter?” He replied, pointing at your hair before you stood up, making your way to the mirror.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, Loki following behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Norns!” Loki gasped, his hair long as he took in his appearance.

“Is this—do I have stubble?” You panicked, touching your face only it didn’t seem like your face. “Oh my god!” You yelped again as you felt an unfamiliar weight between your legs. Running your hand down your body, you almost passed out as you realised “I—I’m a man! Look Loki, look, I’ve got a—” you began to laugh, pulling your trousers down.

“Y/n, I fear I may have lost my—” Loki began before you interrupted, thrusting your hips.

“It’s so heavy” you chuckled.

“What on Midgard did we take?” Loki asked, his voice high.

“Who cares, the effects will probably wear off as the mushrooms do” you shrugged.

“Sooo, are you saying we should enjoy them whilst they last?” Loki grinned.

“Yes, besides, you do look irresistible as a woman. Very sexy” you purred, causing Loki to smile. “Your hair, your skin, I’m going to enjoy this” you smirked, your hand moving between Loki’s legs.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Loki giggled, seemingly uncomfortable by how much you were enjoying this more feminine version of himself.

“No” you answered with the same giggle.

Both sated, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your bodies as well as the aroma of sex lingering around the room, you rested your head against Loki’s chest as you took a deep breath.

“Thank you for this Loki” you murmured, kissing his chest.

“For what?” He queried.

“Taking us away, making me feel better, I’ve enjoyed it” you smiled. Sitting up a little, Loki kissed the top of your head before noting your hair growing again.

“Your hair” he pointed as you sat up, touching it.

“Oh yeah” you grinned before pulling the sheet that was covering Loki’s lower half away. “Oh how I’ve missed you!” You exclaimed, looking down at all eight inches of him.

“Could’ve fooled me” Loki joked.

“You think you’re funny?” You teased, straddling him.

“No thought, simply fact” Loki retorted.

“Mm?” You hummed questioningly as you guided his thick cock inside of you.

“Mhmm” Loki nodded in response as you lowered yourself onto him, eyes closing as he filled you to the hilt.

“Fuckk Loki” you moaned, rocking your hips forwards and backwards as his hands found purchase on your breasts.

“Just like that” Loki groaned as you clenched your walls around him “you feel so good.”

“Ughh Lokii” you whimpered, grounding your hips down against him as his cock throbbed inside of you.

“Keep doing that baby, fuckk” Loki pleaded as you circled your hips. “Feels too good” he almost mewled, rolling you over and switching your positions so that you were against the bed before he fucked into you with ardour, hitting that perfect spot as you thrashed against the bed, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Loki” you almost screamed, the headboard banging against the wall as he pounded you.

“D’you want my cum? Tell me you want it” Loki growled, still thrusting hard into you.

“I need it Loki, fuckk” you moaned loudly.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Pleaseee” you near begged.

“Tell me to cum” Loki implored as your legs began to shake.

“C—fuckk—cum with me Lokiii” you exclaimed before Loki came, shooting his load inside of you as your climax shook you.

Collapsing down next to you, Loki kissed your shoulder.

“What time does the bar close?” You broke the silence.

“Not until 2AM, why?” Loki answered as you smiled at him.

“I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU LAUGHING, I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU SINGGG” you sang, on stage with an actual microphone after spending the past hour at the bar with Loki.

“I THINK I THOUGHT I SAW YOU TRY” Loki sang with you, his own microphone in hand.

“BUT THAT WAS JUST A DREAM” you both sang together as the audience you had accumulated cheered you both on.

“We’re really good Loki” you spoke to him.

“So so good, the best” he agreed, turning to kiss you as the cheers grew louder.

“I love you” you spoke against his lips, hands roaming one another’s bodies as the kiss deepened.

“Alright alright, that’s enough” you were both escorted off of the stage.

“Pool?” You asked once your microphones were taken off of you and losing my religion stopped playing.

“Pool” Loki nodded.

Running towards it, you were thankful that it was empty once you arrived. You began taking your clothes off before jumping into the water, Loki not far behind you in his boxers as you kissed, the water pooling around your waist.

“I love you so much, do you know that?” Loki asked, looking into your eyes as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You, Loki Laufeyson, are the love of my life” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him “now, do you want to take some more mushrooms and try on my dresses?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded.

“Great” you kissed him again.

The warm glow of the sunlight streaming into the room is what stirred you from your slumber. Stretching, you opened your eyes to find yourself in Loki’s arms. The feeling of you moving woke Loki.

“What happened yesterday?” You asked groggily.

“Why am I wearing a dress?” Loki spoke, looking down at his attire.

“And you’ve got lipstick on” you pointed out, looking at him.

“Well at least it’s yours” he smiled.

“How do you know it’s—” you began before Loki wiped some off of your lips. “Loki, are you wearing mascara?”

“Maybe” he shrugged.

“What a crazy weekend” you sighed.

“Indeed” he agreed and that was the end of that weekend. You both checked out of the hotel, flew home and continued your lives. The weeks turning into months.

Despite never admitting it to anyone, your favorite pastime was going to the park and reading a book with the sound of children in the background. It comforted you. It let you pretend that you were a mother, just for a moment, taking your child to the park. You’d get lost in the sound.

“Which one is yours?”

Looking up from your book, you turned to the elderly lady that sat down next to you. You felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh I don’t have a child” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“Yet” she smiled at you.

“No I-I can’t” you paused, falling silent as the lady looked you up and down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure dear” she smiled almost knowingly at you, a smile that sent shivers down your spine. Gathering your things, you left the park and headed home.

When you arrived home, you were greeted by Loki who was cooking. He kissed you on the cheek as you entered the kitchen and made your way to the fridge before getting the ingredients for a sandwich out.

“What are you doing? You’ll spoil your appetite” Loki tried to deter you.

“I’m starving” you excused.

“Wait for dinner then”

“Sorry mum” you laughed as Loki put the bread away. “Is that my apron?”

“My one is currently in the washing machine” he answered, wrapping his arms around the apron defensively.

“Okay” you continued to laugh.

After dinner, you still couldn’t get the encounter you had with the lady earlier on out of your head. You thought about it as you ate, as you showered, as you brushed your teeth and as you got into bed. You even thought about it as Loki’s lips traveled across your chest and down your body. You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I spoke to a lady today, she said some strange things” you finally let out.

“Like?” Loki prompted you to continue as his kisses met the hem of your panties before he began tugging them down.

“That she wouldn’t be so sure that I can’t have children” you admitted.

“Y/n” Loki began sadly.

“No I know I can't, it's just she said it with so much conviction” you explained as Loki’s expression turned into one of pity “anyways it’s not important, will you continue” you tried to dismiss. It didn’t take long for you to cum before falling asleep, Loki’s head still between your thighs.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He called to no avail.

The following morning, it was nausea that woke you up as you jumped out of bed and sprinted towards the bathroom and rid yourself of yesterday's dinner.

“Y/n?” Loki knocked the door as you flushed the toilet.

“NO! Don’t come inside. I’m hideous and vomity and—” you listed as Loki opened the door.

“Y/n” Loki smiled, cupping your cheeks “you’re beau” he started before retching and throwing up too.

“Have we got food poisoning?”

“Impossible” he insisted.

“Maybe it’s just a bug then”

“We should rest” Loki suggested.

“I actually feel quite alright now” you countered, standing up.

“Strangely so do I, but I’d never say no to a lazy day with you” he grinned.

“I would kiss you but we should probably brush our teeth first” you giggled.

The following month, you and Loki were invited to a gala. You had picked out a dress to wear a few weeks ago only now, it wouldn’t zip up. Noticing your struggle, Loki came up behind you and began pulling the zip up before he too was met with resistance.

“I think I’m gaining weight Loki” you sighed as you slumped down.

“I’ve been thinking the same” he answered, causing you to gasp as you straighten yourself out again “about me!” He quickly added “I’ve been gaining weight too.”

“It’s all the carbs Loki, we can’t keep having pasta dishes”

“Apart from tonight, I’ve made your favorite, carbonara for when we get back” Loki smiled.

“Can I have some now, I’m feeling a little peckish?” You asked before Loki led you both to the kitchen. Digging your fork into your plate, you ate a little before rushing to the bathroom to puke which is something you had been doing a lot recently.

“What if something is seriously wrong?” You asked, swishing listerine around your mouth.

“We’ll book you an appointment with a doctor in the morning, okay darling” Loki suggested, you nodding in response.

A few days later, you and Loki found yourselves back in the doctor's office as she looked through her notes before looking up at you both as you sipped your water, your nerves consuming you.

“Well good news, you’re fine and so is the baby.”

Spitting out your water, you told her to repeat herself which she did.

“You’re pregnant” she informed you.

“I—no-I can’t be” you stuttered, Loki holding your hand.

“Yes, almost four months now but we can scan you—”

“MONTHS!” You exclaimed.

“Yes”

“I mean, are you sure?” Loki finally spoke.

“Positive. Haven’t you noticed any changes to your cycle or any symptoms?” The doctor asked.

“I thought I was just going through the change” you whisper shouted.

“Y/n, this is amazing!” Loki cheered, kissing you. “We’re going to be parents” he spoke against your lips.

“I-I’m going to be a mother” you began to cry.

“I’ll give you both some time” the doctor spoke before leaving.

“Loki, how did this—when did this?”

“If you’re four months now, this must’ve happened almost five months ago” he figured.

“What did we do five months ago?” You questioned.

“We were on holiday, that’s when I woke up in the dress” he remembered.

“Yesss, we must’ve been pretty wasted because I can barely remember it.”

“That’s when we conceived,” Loki smiled fondly.

“That explains all the vomiting and the hunger, not your vomiting though Loki” you narrowed your gaze.

“Who cares, this is a joyous occasion” Loki kissed you again before the doctor walked in and scanned you.

“Hello baby” you smiled at the screen, tears in your eyes. “I want to call it Hope, Hope Laufeyson”

From then on, Loki had been very careful with you and extremely accommodating to the point where whenever you’d touch your stomach, he’d do the same, whenever your ankles would swell, so would his and whenever you’d vomit, he’d vomit too. He was taking sympathy pains to a whole new level.

“Loki”

“Yes love”

“I think we’re spending too much time together” you answered quietly.

“As if that’s a thing” he laughed off.

“No seriously, we’re doing the same things”

“Many couples find themselves—”

“I’m pregnant Loki”

“Right”

“So we shouldn’t be acting the same way,” you explained.

“No we shouldn't,” he agreed.

“Loki!” You gasped, worrying him “come here” you called “I just felt a kick.”

Placing a hand on your stomach, Loki waited for another one before doubling over himself.

“Well this certainly shouldn’t be happening” he spoke.

“What?”

“It puts a whole new spin on sympathy pains” he continued.

“What?”

“I think—I think I just felt a kick too.”

“Impossible Loki, you have to actually be pregnant to—AHHHH!” You screamed.

“Whatt?” Loki yelped.

“I think I just saw the kick” you pointed to him.

“You don’t think I’m” Loki paused, stepping in front of a mirror and looking at his stomach.

“You can’t be, it’s not possible, is it?”

“What did we do on that weekend?” He worried.

“Well the best thing you can do is go to the doctors and get a scan just to check” you suggested.

“But I—I’m a-a man”

“Well, find a way of changing that”

“Like we did that weekend!” Loki gasped, remembering.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember? We took something and it altered our genders. That’s when I must’ve conceived” he figured.

“I got you pregnant?”

“We need to wait for a scan but it appears so” he agreed.

Using a lot of his Seiðr, Loki managed to switch sexes again, transforming into who you liked to call Lady Loki.

“You should really do this more often, I like it”

“Look at the mess it’s gotten us into already” Loki answered before you both headed to the clinic.

“Good news, you’re pregnant” the doctor smiled, looking at you both.

“Can we have a moment please” you asked.

“Sure”

“Loki, how is this even going to work?” You began to panic.

“I’ll have to stay like this until after the pregnancy” she decided.

“We’ve gone from no children to two” you breathed.

“Isn’t it magnificent?” Loki beamed.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“Yes! A miracle” she clapped.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You smiled, kissing her “we're going to be parents!”

“The best!” Loki agreed.

Four months later, Loki gave birth to a boy and you a girl. After watching you breastfeed for the first time, Loki changed back into a male and insisted on just being a dad. You really were the best parents.

“You know, we could go on another holiday soon considering the children are growing up” Loki suggested a few years later.

“No!”

I’m so happy for them 🥺

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thethreeeyed-raven · 9 months

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Hi !!! First I wanna say that I love the aesthetic of ur account it’s so pretty and nicely put together I’m obsessed. Second, I was wondering if I could request something for a Legolas x half elf reader where the reader is very like, unladylike, and doesn’t follow elven traditions ?? Like she’s very brash, flirts with lots of people, drinks a lot, doesn’t really have any of that elegance or poise that he’s used to when it comes to eleven girls and is a extremely good fighter. She’s a trusted friend of Gandalf and he brings her to the council of Elrond and she joins the fellowship and all dat.

Ok I’m done sorry if that’s too detailed feel free to not write it if you don’t want to, don’t want you to feel pressured to jus cause I asked 😅

i think you are beautiful

navigation | warnings : gimlis a little bitch, a little bit of angst? a little bit of gimli/dwarf slander😭 | a/n : if this isn’t what you want then i’m sorry😭, also of the elvish is wrong PLEASE LMK i literally used an sindarin, i kind of forgot about the flirty part and half elf part, but it’s mentioned a little bit, i asp used british slang for ‘hello’ IM BRITISH | lotr masterlist | tags : @knight-of-flowerss @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

Legolas hadn't expected to see you at Elrond's secret meeting.

He didn't even know you knew Gandalf. Well, he didn't know much about you at all really. Of course, Legolas has seen you before, with the adventures he went on with Aragorn and what not, he was hardly ever seen around Lothlórien, and he was sure you were too.

But when you entered the circle of middle-earth creatures with your eccentric aura and manly stance, he thought of you intriguing.

"Another bloody elf?!" Gimli explained in disgust.

Legolas turned to the dwarf seated beside him, opening his mouth ready to throw a remark back when you interrupted.

"Well you are in the Rivendell, dwarf. If you are willing to help with the destruction of the ring, you must watch your tongue, before I cut it out." You threw him a smirk, and watched as Gimli shrunk back in his seat.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you for quite some time." Gandalf made his way over and enveloped you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"You did show up in the middle of nowhere when I was trying to fish, you owe me a pint, don't forget."

You patted his back and made you way over to an empty chair, which was ironically beside Legolas.

"Oreyt there Legolas?" You patted his shoulder and look towards Elrond. "Let's get on with it then!"

It had been about a week since you and the fellowship had attended Elrond's secret council meeting, and since then, you hadn't really bonded with anyone like everyone else had, though you thoroughly enjoyed flirting.

You knew Aragorn already had his heart set on Arwen, Gimli couldn't stand you (you found it funny to rile him up).

Legolas was your favourite to tease.

He wasn't used to your heavy drinking, swordsmanship, the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight...

You weren't at all what he had thought.

You had a kind heart. And your beauty went beyond those of the other elven women.

And Gimli made sure to point out that you were different.

"Are you sure you're not a man?"

You turned around to look at him, holding back a frown.

"Wait, you're not a man?" Pippin chimed in, finally causing the frown to appear and you started to walk ahead of Gandalf. "Did I say something wrong?"

Nearly an hour later, you all had found a place to rest, yet you didn't talk throughout the whole way through.

Legolas and Aragorn were relieving themselves of their weapons when Legolas peered over at you who stood in the far corner away from everyone else, but near enough for you to hear him insult Gimli.

"I norn na- an imbecile." He placed his arrows next to his bow and Aragorn turned to look at him.

"Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli? Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?" Aragorn questioned him.

"-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!"

Gimli looked up at Boromir who wasn't paying any mind to the rather loud conversation they were having.

"What are the elf and the man speaking about?"

Boromir just shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak Sindarin.

You, having understood their conversation, smiled a little to yourself, happy that at least someone here would defend you.

You sat quietly beside a lake, inspecting the flora surrounding you, when you heard footsteps.

You swung your body round, placing your hand on the blade strapped to your leg.

The sound revealed itself to be Legolas. "There you are, Gandalf sent me to make sure you weren't missing."

You nodded and motioned him to sit next to you.

"You were being rather loud with Aragorn earlier." You chuckled as you watched a red tint spread across Legolas' cheeks. "Thank you."

Legolas nodded in acknowledgment and he was about to stand up when you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Your hand was rough, no doubt from the countless weapons you have wielded or practised with.

"Legolas, do you think I'm pretty?"

He was taken aback by your sudden question.

Since you were little you had struggled with femininity. Your hobbies were 'un-ladylike', your looks were considered to be 'manly'.

The silence was too loud, too long. So you took that as a no.

"I think you are beautiful. And I think you're too good for anyone here." He sat back down next to you. "Not only are your combat skills exceptional, but the way you carry yourself outshines any of the elvish women. They can't compete."

You moved closer, until your pinky was touching his.

"I may not know you that well, I've hardly ever seen you around Rivendell or any of the elven parts for that matter, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less if you were half elf, or half dwarf, or half whatever. I've still admired you from afar-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips.

Aragorn watched further away from the bushes, shaking his head with a grin, then going to tell Gandalf that you were safe.

"Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too."

ELVISH TRANSLATION

‘I norn na- an imbecile’ - the dwarf is an imbecile

‘Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli?’ - why do you insult Gimli?

‘Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?’ - does it have something to do with Y/n?

‘-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!’ - of course it does! how dare he ask her such a thing! at least with us elves we know what we are!

‘Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too’ - i like you very much legolas, and i have admired you from afar too

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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In My Shoes

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: kidnapping, panic, mind control, minor mentions of blood (not too graphic), mild swearing, very minor mentions of torture.

Summary: Loki is ready to open up to you, but someone else has other plans......

A/n- aahhh!!! I'm back!!! Sorry this took FOREVER!! a very special thank you to @mochie85 for reading and helping me with all your wonderful ideas and letting me brainstorm with you!! 💚💚💚

Part three -- Part four-

Loki paced back and forth, the bass of the club vibrating the floor as his heels clicked against the tile. "Norns where is she?" He asked aloud looking down the hall where you had disappeared. He looked around seeing everyone else engrossed in their own fun making him sigh. He had hoped he would be able to talk to you, try to explain his behavior these last few months but if there was one thing he knew he wasn't a master at it was his emotions. Expressing himself had never been an easy task, especially with the Allfather raising you. So he did what he did best and buried that part of him deep inside of him, allowing anger and rage to rule him.

But meeting you changed him, made him feel things again he hadn't felt in decades and if he was honest it scared him. He laughed at the thought...the so called dark prince scared of a mortal woman...but there it was. And he knew deep down if he didn't let how he felt out...didn't break the chains around his heart he would lose you, and everything he wanted with you. So he had made the decision to tell you everything once and for all, to open himself up to someone for the first time in centuries because you deserved his honesty, you deserved everything he had to give and more. He was going to lay himself at your feet and let the pieces fall as they may because the one true thing he knew in his heart was that he loved you and he would gladly spend eternity proving it.

He ran a hand through his hair glancing back down the hall still not seeing you "Alright, this is ridiculous." He huffed storming towards the restrooms seeing a small crowd gathered he quickened his pace, hoping with everything in him that you were ok. He made it to the group, leaning up on his toes but even in heels he couldn't see "pardon me...whats going on?" He asked one of the men standing there "oh, there was a fight in the bathroom, well we think...there wasn't anyone in there just a broken mirror and blood." He shrugged. Loki felt his heart leap into his throat what had happened he asked himself quickly pushing through the group "get out of my way!" He yelled as they parted all eyes looking at him as he made it to the door "Hey, you can't go in there." One man said putting a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"Remove your hand at once." He growled keeping his eyes on the door "what are you gonna do sweetheart, beat me up?" The man taunted making Loki smile "something like that." Loki said quickly reaching up he grabbed the man's arm, dropping to his knee he flipped him over his shoulder before straddling his chest, his dagger at the man's throat. "Woah! Hey! Sorry lady!" The man yelled wide eyed "I suggest you and your friends return to the bar yes?" He said clenching his jaw "y..yes...we will." He stuttered as Loki stood slipping the dagger back into his garter belt seeing the man get up and run down the hall "thats it...run away little mouse." He snarked turning back to the door. "Y/n...are you in there!?" He called out knocking but getting no response.

He slowly pushed the door open, keeping his eyes down in case he wasn't alone "y/n?" He asked again as he rounded the wall, shards of broken glass littered the tile floor, specks of red along the broken mirror and floor contrasting against the white "y/n!" He yelled quicky going to each stall slamming them open "Darling! Where are you!?" He yelled again, his heart beating in his ears as he made it to the last stall finding it empty. He turned around freezing spotting the blood on the floor again leading towards the door. "Y/n!" He yelled running back into the hall looking around seeing a door positioned at the end he ran to it throwing it open he came out into a back alley, seeing taillights shining at the end before pulling out onto the street "y/n!" He yelled staring in the direction the lights went.

Panic set in as he realized whoever that was hadn't intended on taking y/n....but him. "Thor!" He yelled running back into the club, coming out of the hallway looking out at the dancefloor seeing Thor grinding against some red head he stormed over pulling her away "Hey! What..." She started when loki shot a glare at her "sorry..." she said quickly making a beeline for the bar "y/n what is the meaning of this?" He heard Thor's voice making his head snap up at him "something has happened to m...Loki!" He yelled over the music hearing Thor laugh "trust me y/n, he can handle himself." He said patting Loki's shoulder. "No you oaf! This is....come with me!" Loki said grabbing Thor's arm he drug him to the bathroom, his eyes widening at the scene.

"Dear y/n, that could have been anyone, maybe there was a fight?" Thor said looking around "no! Listen to me!" Loki yelled feeling tears welling in his eyes "he came in here and never returned! I know something..." he trailed off pressing the balls of his hands to his eyes "do not worry y/n, we will figure this out." Thor said rubbing a circle across Loki's shoulders. "First thing is first, we need Stark." Thor said grabbing Loki's hand pulling him from the bathroom back into the club, and Loki prayed to whoever was listening that they would find you.

You slowly opened your eyes, wincing at the throbbing pain behind your eyes as you lifted your head "well, he's finally awake." You heard a man to your left say. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to lift your hands only to find they wouldn't budge. "What the..." you trailed off looking down seeing the metal cuffs still in place as well as thick leather straps around your wrists. "Ah ah, none of that." The man snarked walking closer "what do you want from me!?" You yelled looking up at him, recognizing him as the one that attacked you in the club. "Don't worry, the boss will explain everything." He said with a sinister smile.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep the panic rising inside you at bay when you heard a door behind you open and close. "Ah Mr Laufeyson. So glad you could join us." A man said making you freeze...you knew that voice. Looking to your right the man came into your view holding the scepter from the New York attack making your eyes widen. "H..how did y..you..." you stuttered "oh its pretty easy when you know the right people." The man said smiling as he set the scepter down on a long silver table. "Now, I'm sure you are wondering why you are here." He said grabbing a chair setting it down in front of you "I have reached the extent of what I can do with the scepter." He said sitting down "I know it has greater potential, I saw what you did in New york." He said smiling "so I thought, what better way to learn then from the wielder himself." Holding his arms out.

You sat stock still, looking between the man and the scepter, remembering the stories Loki had told you...the nightmares, the manipulation "I will not help you." You growled meeting the man's eyes again. "I told you he was gonna be a hard nut to crack Stucker." The other man said laughing. Clenching your jaw you watched the man stand up with a sigh. "Well, we have our ways after all." Stucker said walking back to the table. "Now as I mentioned, I don't know the extent of the power in this." He said picking up the scepter. You felt your heart pound against your chest as he began to walk back over to you, the bright blue glow at the tip illuminating his face "but I did figure out one little trick." He said with an evil grin as he grabbed the chair moving it aside. You twisted your wrists, pulling as hard as you could trying to free your arms "wait...please don't...i..." you trailed off feeling two hands on your shoulders.

"I'm not sure if this hurts or not." Stucker said hovering over you looking into the blue glow "but you're a God after all." He said meeting your eyes again feeling the tip of the scepter press into your chest above your heart. Panic consumed you as you fought to free yourself, the metal cuffs cutting off access to Loki's siedr you realized you were helpless, tears pooling in you're eyes as the light brightened "don't worry, it will all be over in a minute." He said smiling again "no! Stop....ple..." you were cut off feeling a surge of electricity shoot onto you, gasping as it traveled through your body. Looking into the man's face you gritted your teeth "that's it, let go." He said as the edges of your vision darkened "he's ours now." Stucker said standing up straight, you tried to move your arms but your body wouldn't respond as the power slowly passed through you. "Prepare him." You heard as your head slumped forward as the darkness consumed you.

Loki made his way to kitchen, hoping a cup of tea would calm his nerves even though he doubted it. It had been three days since the club, three days since you were taken and it was eating him alive. How could "Loki" be out there and no one see him he thought setting the kettle on the stove grabbing a cup. "Couldn't sleep either?" He heard making him freeze, looking to the doorway seeing Thor walk in running a hand through his hair. "No, I could not." Loki said setting the cup down as Thor sat on the bar stool across from him. "Did you want any?" Loki asked pointing at the kettle "no, thank you. That's always been more Loki's..." he trailed off looking down "we will find him thor." Loki said watching his brother intently. "I never got to tell him." Thor whispered making Loki furrow his eyebrows. "Tell him what?" Loki asked as the kettle screamed.

"That I'm proud of him." Thor said fidgeting with his fingers making Loki freeze. "Life hadn't been kind to him, sometimes even cruel." Thor continued sighing "but he persevered, he never gave up." Thor said finally looking up, loki seeing tears in his eyes "I admire him, if I'm honest I don't think I could have made it through what he's been through." Thor said with a sad laugh. "Thor..." loki started feeling a lump rise in his throat when Tony ran into the room "oh good, your here." He said trying to catch his breath "what is it stark?" Thor asked watching him "radiation, we found similar gamma radiation that your weird blue box gives off." He said looking between Thor and Loki "what does that mean?" Thor asked "the scepter..." loki whispered as they both looked at him. "The scepter gives off similar radiation." He said looking up at them.

They stood there for a minute thinking "does that mean..." Thor cut himself off looking at stark "He has the scepter." Tony finished "but how? Your people were supposed to secure it." Thor said, anger rising in his tone "I have no idea, it was sent to..." Tony started when realization came over him "we have to go...now!" Tony yelled "meet at the jet in ten." He said running from the room "I'll meet you there y/n." Thor said quickly following behind Tony. Loki stood frozen at the counter. He never thought he would see the scepter again, let alone be in the same room with it. A shiver ran down his spine remembering his time with it...with the mad titan...new York.

"Y/n..." he whispered looking up into the empty room he gripped the counter running to y/n's room as quickly as he could, going to the closet he pulled out her battle suit, slipping it on he heard her phone go off, seeing it was stark he picked it up "I'm on my way." He said quickly before handing up. Tossing it on the bed he grabbed the daggers he had given you, his thumb running over your initials etched on the blade as he slid them into their holsters strapped to his thighs running from your room, making his way to the roof, his thoughts running rampant how did they get it...were they using it on you...were you using it.

He made it to the roof, throwing the door open he saw Thor and stark waiting by the jet "finally! Let's go." Tony said walking up the ramp as he came up next to Thor "Do not worry y/n, we'll get him back." Thor said patting his shoulder. "I hope your right." He said looking up seeing Thor smile. "Let's go kids!" Tony yelled, walking up the ramp loki saw Bruce in the cockpit "in case we need the big guy." Tony said patting Bruce's shoulder making loki shiver. "Well let's hope not." Loki said taking a seat next to Thor as the ramp closed, hoping for the best but preparing himself for what may need to be done.

A couple of hours later the jet landed In a remote area of Romania, loki unbuckled himself as the ramp slowly lowered "Alright Bruce you stay here just in case, you guys let's go." Tony said walking down the ramp Thor and Loki following close behind. They looked around seeing nothing but a small dilapitated barn in the middle of a large field "where are we? Are you sure this is the correct place?" Loki asked looking at Tony "yep, my computers don't lie, and they're saying our guy is in there." Tony said pointing to the barn as he began walking towards it. "I have a bad feeling about this." Thor said glancing around "everything's fine point break, stop worrying." Tony said as they all made it to the only door on the building. "Ok, in and out." Tony said grabbing the handle "and keep hidden, we don't know what all is going on here." He said. Opening the door they walked in seeing nothing but a huge empty building, dust and cobwebs covering every surface.

"I knew you brought us to the wrong place stark!" Loki yelled making Thor jump "stop calling me that, it's weird and no I didn't!" Tony yelled back pulling a device from his pocket he walked around "no, it's definitely here, look around." Tony said as they split up searching. "And what exactly are we looking for?" Thor asked "anything that may be a door, if any of the dust has been disturbed...ah!" Tony yelled making them jump "over here guys!" He yelled making Thor and Loki run over. Looking down seeing a small symbol etched into the wood floor. "What is that?" Thor asked leaning closer "hydra..." Tony said wiping the dust away from around it, seeing a small hinge he lifted it up revealing a small control panel. "All we have to do is input the code and we're in." Tony said looking up at Thor "yes and how do we know what the code is?" Loki asked "elementary my dear Watson." Tony said pulling another device from his pocket.

He pointed it at the keypad, a blue light emitting from it revealing fingerprints "now, we just need to get them in the right order." Tony said beginning to input different combinations "will they know of the failed attempts?" Thor asked watching Tony "we'll see I guess." Tony said as the keypad flashed red again. "Would you hurry up! We don't..." loki was cut off as the pad flashed green, a small section of wood sliding open revealing a staircase "bingo...let's go." Tony said quickly descending into the hole in the floor "ladies first "Thor said waving loki forward "oh...right, thank you." Loki said quickly following Tony, Thor close behind him. They made it to the bottom, being met by a long dark hallway "well if this isn't the stuff of nightmares." Tony said slowly walking forward "just keep your eyes open." Loki said pulling his daggers from their holsters. They made it to the end of the hall where it split in two directions. "Should we split up?" Thor asked looking both ways "no, we stay together." Loki said when they heard a loud bang down the hall on the right "down there! Come on!" Loki said running towards the noise.

Coming up on a set of metal double doors he looked back making sure Tony and thor were behind him as he opened it stepping inside "very good, see your getting it, I knew it would all come back to you." Loki heard a man's voice echo through the room before a flash of blue light shot across the room hitting an oil drum making them all duck. "Dude, your brothers gone all psycho again." Tony said when Thor and Loki glared at him "Stark, I have said it before and I will say it again, you will not speak ill of my brother or my hammer may accidentally land on you." Thor growled making Loki look at him "ok ok sorry, but what are we going to do?" Tony asked as another flash of blue lit the room. "Hit him in the head...hard." loki said making the others look at him "if he is under the control of the mind stone again, the only way to free him is a hard blow to the head." Loki explained seeing Thor nod "yes, I suspected that last time." He whispered

"that's enough for today, take him back to his cell." The man's voice sounded again as they ducked behind a large crate. Loki peeked out seeing a small group of men surrounded what looked like you but he couldn't get a good look. "Ok, we wait a few minutes, and then we follow." Loki whispered crouched back down. "So, what are we going to do with him when we're done?" They heard another voice ask "I haven't decided, but I suppose we could make use of him as our new soldier." The other man said. "Stucker....that's stucker!." Tony whisper yelled making Thor and Loki look at him "he's a high level hydra agent, had ties with shield so I heard, that's why I don't trust them." Tony said as Loki peaked over the crate seeing they were alone "Alright, it's clear." He said as they slowly made their way across the room to another set of doors.

Looking back Loki opening the door letting Thor and Tony go first when Tony suddenly stopped making loki run into him "what..." loki started seeing them both staring ahead. Loki stepped to the side seeing himself, or rather you standing in the middle of the hall, looking like death walked over you. "Brother..." thor said making loki look at him seeing you tilt your head "I am not your brother." You growled looking at Loki. "Well, I think it's safe to say loki isn't home right now." Tony said when your eyes snapped to his. "Do you ever stop talking?" You growled making Loki tense "Alright, enough of this we're going home." Loki said taking a step towards you when your eyes snapped at him, the blue glow in them unsettling him

"I have nothing to go back to." You said taking a step towards him "you have me!" Loki yelled seeing you laugh "I never had you...I only thought I did." You said looking to the others "I never had anyone." You said balling your hands into fists "yes you do, that's why we are here! We care about you!" Loki said sternly when a man walked into the hall "ah guests, Loki why don't you give them a proper welcome yes?" Stucker said crossing his arms. Loki looked at you as you knelt down on one knee bowing your head "yes Master." You said lifting your hands "no...you couldn't..." loki was cut off seeing your hands begin to glow bright green "shit! Run!" Loki yelled grabbing Tony's arm he drug him behind him "what's happening?" Tony yelled as a green blast barely missed his head hitting the wall next to them, sending chunks of concrete and dust into the air "He is not himself." Thor said catching up. "What do we do? We can't get close to him." Thor asked as another blast bairly missed his side "yeah last time I did that I went through a window." Tony said as they rounded the corner at the end of the hall.

Loki leaned againt the wall trying to catch his breath hearing slow footsteps down the hall "come out...come out wherever you are." He heard you when a blast hit the wall next to him throwing more dust in the air. "Mjolnir! Thor throw it at him." Loki said seeing Thor shake his head "no, it may do too much damage." Thor said gripping the handle "throw it past him and recall it, it will only graze his head...he'll be fine." Loki said as another chunk of wall was blasted next to him "ya know...you were right...this isn't that hard." You said laughing loudly, the sound echoing down the hall "now Thor!" Loki yelled as Thor stood up "I will try." He said stepping out into the hallway facing you. "Ah, thor...atleast you can face me." You growled. Loki looked over seeing Thor fidgeting with the hammer "I am sorry brother." He said throwing the hammer towards you. Loki looked out watching your hands light up, throwing a large blast sending the hammer into the wall next to you before shooting a blast at Thor shooting him back into the wall behind him. "Nice try, but you'll have to do better then that." You said laughing.

"Ok, you put the suit on and distract him and I will take him by surprise." Loki said gripping his daggers "I swear if I go out a window.." Tony said standing up "I'll throw you out of one if you don't stop talking." Loki snapped watching Tony hit a button on his chest, his suit materializing "he's fast...I hope your faster." He said stepping out where Thor was. "Ah Tony! Let's see what you've got." You growled as Tony lifted his arm "did you miss me?" He asked sending a repulsar blast at you, loki peeking out seeing you deflect it. "I wouldn't go that far." You said as Tony's thrusters kicked on and he flew towards you. Looking over he saw Thor lying unconscious and sighed "you oaf." He muttered quickly standing up he stepped into the hall watching the battle between you and stark "hold still you ass!" You yelled throwing another blast as he dodged "age tends to slow you down a bit, and your getting up there." Tony snarked as your attack became more erratic, green and blue flashed shooting throught the small hallway making loki worry about the stability of the structure.

He watched as Tony ducked and weaved, getting you to turn your back to him "perfect" loki said, taking his advantage he ran towards you, gripping the handle of the dagger he brought the hilt up as he came up behind you ready to bring it down when you suddenly turned, your hand gripping his neck before slamming him into the wall. "That body's not so fast is it?" You snarked tightening your grip on his neck "y/n...please..." loki gasped trying to pry your hand away but he knew it was pointless, he knew the strength you wielded now "I think I could get used to this." You said lifting him up the wall, his toes barely touching the floor as he felt the wind leave his lungs "let her go!" Tony yelled trying to send a blast at you but you beat him to it, lifting your free hand you shot him down the hall lodging him into a wall. "Y/n. L..listen.." loki tried as your attention turned back to him "listen to what? More of your lies...your excuses?" You growled, your fingers digging into his neck.

"No, no more excuses...no more lies." Loki said trying to stand on his toes to relieve the pressure "i...I love you y/n...only you." He said seeing your expression harden "God of lies." You snarled lifting him further his feet leaving the ground. "I'm telling the t..truth." loki gasped gripping your wrist "i...I wanted to tell you...everything..." he wheezed kicking his legs "so many...times..." he tried, feeling a warmth begin to move through him "just like every other girl right? I was nothing to you." You said, loki seeing a tear steam down your cheek "y...you are....everything...to me." He said closing his eyes he let your powers flow through him, feeling them in his hands he opened his eyes seeing them glowing bright purple "what are you doing?" You asked as Loki dug his nails into your wrist "saving you." He said feeling his feet touch the floor again "just as you saved me." He said as you loosened your grip on his throat he took a deep breath channeling everything he had into you.

"L...loki...." you said shakely, looking up he saw your eyes had returned to their normal color, you hand slowly releasing him "i...I'm sorry..." you stuttered as your eyes began to glow blue again. Loki quickly jumped up wrapping his arms around you "I'll always love you." He whispered in your ear, closing his he felt your powers surge through him, gripping the leather of your suit he sent it out engulfing you both in a bright purple glow before tearing you apart, the blast throwing you to opposite sides of the hall slamming you into the wall. Loki slowly opened his eyes, rolling to his back he saw the indent in the wall his body made. Lifting his hands he hoped he would find his own, sighing when he saw his own long fingers. Patting his chest he felt leather "thank the norns." He breathed closing his eyes. "Brother?" He heard Thor down the hall, tilting his head seeing him pry mjolnir from the wall "yes, I'm fine now thanks to...y/n!" He suddenly shot up, wincing at the pain in his head seeing you lying lifeless across the hallway. "Y/n!" He yelled getting on his hands and knees crawling to you.

He placed his fingers on your neck feeling your pulse "she's ok....she's alive." Loki breathed reaching down he laced his arm under your legs picking you up "but we must get her back to the tower, I am certain she will have a concussion." Loki said looking down the hall "Stark! We must go!" Loki yelled seeing Tony stumble from his hole in the wall "is it over...did we win?" He asked rubbing his head "yes, now let's go." Loki said quickly turning they made their way back to the stairs, stopping seeing Stucker standing at the bottom "where do you think your going?" He asked as they were suddenly surrounded by hydra agents "we are leaving." Loki snarled gripping you tighter to him. "Do you think I'd give up my best soldier?" He laughed when he was suddenly knocked off his feet, a silver flash shining through the dim hall "get her to the jet, I will be right behind you." Thor said spinning mjolnir "thank you brother." Loki said quickly running up the stairs.

Making his way to the jet he was met by Bruce as he ran up the ramp "what happened?" He asked as Loki laid you on a gurney "I belive she has a concussion, she hit her head hard." He said stepping back looking back seeing Thor and tony running across the field. "I think your right, let's get her strapped in." Bruce said securing you to the gurney as the others ran in "we gotta go." Tony said jumping into the cockpit raising the ramp. "Come sit, she will be fine." Thor said patting Loki's shoulder. Loki took a seat next to Thor, watching Bruce hook you up to various machines as Tony took off. Loki closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall hoping you would he ok, and that things would finally return to normal.....

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lokisprettygirl · 11 months

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 16 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 17

Summary : Loki does what he thinks is best for you two

Warning: mention of sex, mention of periods, heartbreak and angst, talk of murder and kidnapping, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour,

"Say something..you can't just stand there being silent when you're breaking my heart" you gritted your teeth but he could tell you were fighting back tears. He was making a mistake, he surely was but at least you'd be alive, being with him would only cause you pain, it will only take you away to the place where he won't be able to go find you and he didn't think he'd survive that.

"I don't want to lose you, I just…" his eyes welled up and before he could finish his sentence you cut him off, you had been here at this same place a bunch of times before and no matter how many times you have been abandoned so suddenly out of nowhere you never found it any easier to deal with it. At least you had hope before, you moved on from those liers and cheaters, you had a reason to move on and you never looked back at them but Loki? You'd always yearn for him, you'd never move on from someone as precious as him.

"You're just done being my lover aren't you?" You sniffled between your broken cries and his heart shattered into tiny little pieces. He wasn't done, far from it but he had no choice.

"You want to be with me after what has happened today?"

"It's not your fault Loki" you walked towards him but he took a step back so you stopped.

"It is my fault that she got hurt, you know that, you know why she got hurt"

You knew why but you also knew it wasn't his fault.

Today around 1 pm in the afternoon while Loki and Melissa were returning to the tower after an event, she was shot at, the shooter however missed the mark and the bullet grazed through her arm but it very well could have been her head. She could have died. The attacker surrendered himself and gave a public statement that he was only avenging his father, his father was one of civilians who had died during the battle of New York, a chitauri robot had attacked him brutally and since then his son had been seeking revenge. He knew it was merely impossible to hurt Loki physically considering how powerful he was so he wanted to put him through the same agony as he had suffered and that's why he targeted Melissa.

He attacked Melissa because they are supposed to be in love, she was his lover in the eyes of the public and she was someone to be used as a weakness against him.

When Loki had the time to process the incident he realized how risky it was for a mortal to be associated with him like that. It's not that he wasn't full of guilt when Melissa got hurt but when the shooter looked him in the eye and confessed why he did that, all he could think about was you. He was grateful to the norns that it wasn't you that had gotten hurt. If Avengers hadn't been so deceptive and brought Melissa in between it would have been you on his target and he could have lost you today.

"Please don't ..please don't leave me loki…i love you ..please"

And there you were begging for a man to not leave you, to not hurt you, to not abandon you like this. He walked towards you and cupped your cheeks to wipe your tears, the hiccuped cries made his heart sink.

"You won't love me when one day i become the reason you are hurt and killed" you stopped crying as he said that "You think I want this? I am terrified and I know I am making the worst mistake of my life here but at least i can keep you safe and alive this way"

"No no no lo. Please there must be another way ..please" he grabbed you by the shoulders as you pleaded with him to not give up.

"There is, come with me, stay with me and let me protect you with everything I possess, will you do that? Will you leave everything behind here and follow me?" You looked at him as he said that, slightly shocked, you should have said yes, you should have followed him, that was your only chance but you said nothing, you allowed the moment to pass by.

Were you ready to leave this comfortable life where nobody knew you and be with a man who was loved or hated with equal passion by everyone in this world and the others? What would your parents say? You would never get to have a normal life again and you didn't think you were made for that kind of lifestyle, you didn't think you were built to be with someone as regal as him.

"Why can't it be like this forever ?" You sniffled as you spoke so he let go of you and took a step back,

"How long? How long would we keep this charade going? For how long we would continue to hide?"

"Lokiiii" you placed your hands on your face as you cried furiously, even though he wasn't crying in an audible manner his eyes continued to shed more and more tears. A part of him had wished you would accept his proposal and just come with him but he knew he was again asking for too much.

"I want to run to you and touch you whenever I want. I want to see you smile and hear your laughter, watch you dance and kiss you until our souls are intertwined with each other. I want to snuggle with you after making love to you but I can't do any of those things if you are not even here. If you're dead because of me. I'd never ever move on from that, just the mere thought of living in a world where I can't find you and look at your precious face terrifies me to my very being" your sobs increased with every word you heard from him, he loved you you knew that and his fear wasn't baseless.

The heartbreak at the moment was so painful that you probably weren't rationalizing how frightening this situation was, it could have been you today if the world knew about your relationship with him. One decision and you'd be setting yourself up to become the target of the people you didn't even know.

“So that’s it? We just go back to being friends? Or you don’t want that either?” your eyes welled up, lips trembled as you spoke, the hurt look on your face made him want to disappear, he had vowed to not hurt you then how come he was the one breaking you so?

All he wanted to do was run to you and kiss you, he wanted to tell you that he didn’t just want to be your friend, he didn’t think he could handle being just your friend when his feelings for you were only growing deeper and stronger everyday but he had to do this.

He couldn’t risk your life. He couldn’t lose you to death.

"You will always have me and my friendship" you snickered as he said that

"You have no idea how many times I have been told that before, those people don't even know where I am now or if I'm even alive"

He looked down as another set of tears cascaded down his cheeks, this morning when he woke up he had his whole day planned meticulously, the thought of seeing you at the end of the day was the only thing keeping him going, he just wanted to come home to you and lie down with his head between your chest, he wanted to be caressed and loved until he's lost in that peaceful serene corner of his mind where he wasn't getting hurt or blamed for everything.

He never thought that one moment would change everything. What was he even thinking? He had millions of enemies who were thirsty for his blood and wanted to seek revenge from him and all this time he deliberately got closer to an innocent precious mortal such as you knowing too well that a monster like him deserved no peace or love, he deserved suffering for what he had done, he had to atone for the harm he had caused.

"Just go" you mumbled to him as you wiped your tears, his brows furrowed as he noticed the cold tone of your voice, before you could say anything further he just disappeared and as soon as he was gone you broke down into tears all over again.

This can't be happening right? You lost him again and this time it felt definite, it felt forever, you feared that you'd never get to see him again or hold him again. You cried for an hour as all those old wounds had reopened

Did he really want you to go with him or was he just saying it to let you down slowly? Was this the only reason he broke up with you or he was just done with you and needed an excuse to get out? Your mind probed at every insecurity you had until you passed out from all the crying.

Next morning when you woke up your heart still felt so heavy as if someone had forced a heavy rock upon your chest, you had no energy left even though you had been sleeping for the past ten hours, all you wanted to do was just cease to exist until the hurt would go away. You kept staring at the ceiling for eternity, whosoever said that heartbreak only made you suffer emotionally couldn't have been more wrong because you felt nauseous, your chest felt constricted and you didn't think you'd be able to survive this thing

You had to talk to him. If he just wanted your friendship then you'd be his friend but you weren't ready to lose him, everytime you closed your eyes you saw his face and burst into another fit of cries. Sure you wanted everything with him, but if his friendship was the only thing he wanted to give you then you were ready to take it because you knew you needed him in your life.

But then why was it so hard now when you both started as friends? It shouldn't have been this hard.

You took a day off from work and just sat by your phone, you were hoping he'd call but he didn't, not even once, you kept waiting but his call never arrived.

He was at the hospital at the moment looking after Melissa, though he wanted to be anywhere but with her, he still felt responsible and liable for her condition. He wanted to nurse her back to health, he was burdened by the knowledge that someone had tried to take her life just because of him.

When she woke up from her nap he apologized to her and she didn't say much, she probably wanted him to feel the guilt of it, he knew it must have terrified her too but he didn't know how he was supposed to fix the situation.

In the evening you felt the panic increasing with every passing second, he'd just forget about you right? All these moments that you had spent together would just become a memory and those memories would fade sooner or later "Why won't you call?" You sobbed uncontrollably and you felt your chest tightening again so you walked towards the window and opened it to let the fresh air in.

He missed you more than anything and he wanted to talk to you but he didn't want to hurt you, you wanted him to leave and he didn't want to do anything that would hurt you any more. He was worried about you so he sent Thor every other day to check up on you, though Thor never failed to remind him everyday what a fool he has been for letting you go like this.

He definitely wasn't able to sleep properly but everytime he got an hour or two worth of sleep he saw you in his dreams, these dreams weren't like the ones he was having before, he wasn't seeing things that had never happened, he was only reliving the memories he had already made with you.

It's been two weeks and neither of you had called one another, there had been no public appearances since the attack so you didn't even have the luxury of seeing his face. Later in the evening however you saw a post on Instagram, Melissa had made a video where she seemed emotional and was bragging about the attack and how much she loved him which you knew was nothing but lies, everyone was calling her brave and sweet and what not for sticking by his side even after such a dangerous ordeal.

And then you watched her flipping the camera, she was somewhere in the tower and you saw her zooming in on Loki who was sitting on the couch reading his book unaware that he was being filmed. You had lost the count of how many times you had replayed that portion of the video just to see him being so engrossed in his book. He was adorning an Asgardian tunic that clung perfectly to his chiseled body, his hair hung loosely on his shoulders, he was so pretty to look at that you couldn't even believe that you were allowed to even touch a man who looked like this.

You cried some more and decided to call him but everytime it rang even once you just cut the call. How did you two get here so quickly? A few minutes later you noticed that there was a call from an unknown number so you picked it up,

"Hello?" You didn't hear anything for a few seconds and then you heard him breathing "Lo?"

His eyes teared up as you said his name, he was finally allowed to have a cellphone, now he was able to call anyone anywhere on earth, all he needed was their number and as soon as he was alone in his own company he knew who he wanted to call.

"How are you sweetheart?" Just the sound of his voice filled you with mixed emotions.

"What do you think?"

There was a silence again so you sighed.

"I miss you Loki, I miss you. I miss what we had with each other, I miss kissing you and cuddling you, I miss scratching your scalp and I miss listening to those happy little sounds you made whenever I did so. I miss all of that but most of all I miss my best friend because I have no one to talk to now or share my worries with, so if you can just give me my friend back that would be ..nice..no pressure though i guess"

You hung up the phone as soon as you were done speaking because you knew you were close to sobbing again. An hour later you heard a knock on your window so you looked behind and there he was on the other side. Though he looked perfect as ever he also seemed tormented from deep within. You always knew when he wasn't feeling his best.

You got off the bed and opened the window, when he got in neither of you said a word for what felt like eternity.

"What ummm..uhh what are you doing here?" You crossed your arms as you questioned him, you had one of his shirts on so he tried to not focus on that particular detail.

"That's how midgardians greet their best friends after they haven't seen them for weeks?" He chuckled and it made you smile,

"Well first of all best friend as in singular, I only have one and yes, I am upset you never called"

"Neither did you"

"You broke up the more than friends pact so you should have done it first" his eyes teared up as you said that.

"I did, I am sorry I did not call and i have missed you my darling" you looked down in order to hide your own emotions, you slowly walked towards him and his heart sped up because he thought you'd kiss him and he knew he wasn't strong enough to not kiss you back but to his bewilderment you just hugged him, you tried to keep it as platonic as you could but it was hard when being so close to him only made you want to do other things that friends should never do with each other.

He didn't say a word, he just leaned down so you could get on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck, you felt him embracing you warmly. His fingers clutched into your hair in desperation, he never wanted to not call you, he just figured you needed your space and so did he.

As you pulled away he cupped your cheeks, wiped your tears and kissed your forehead before you took a step away from him.

"I wanted to show you this as soon as they handed it to me and perhaps get your assistance with it because I am entirely clueless" he smiled so you returned it, it would be hard to stay just friends with that adorable face but you had to do it, you weren't willing to lose him at all and you didn't think you were ready for the limelight and attention that would come with being with him so publically, you did think you'd be able to handle it well.

He conjured a cellphone and gave it to you.

"They finally gave you this huh?" You walked past him and toward the couch to sit down so he followed and sat down on the other side.

"I was barely able to insert your number" he chuckled nervously

"Well once you start using it you'll get used to it"

You saved your number with your name in his phone and showed him different uses of the phone, you also showed him that he could click photos and make videos with it. You downloaded a bunch of different apps that you figured he would need.

"Fancy a cup of tea, mister?" You asked him so he nodded, as you got and walked towards the kitchen he was finally able to just stare at you without having to avert his gaze like friends should.

He picked up his phone, turned the camera on and zoomed in so he had a clear view of your beautiful face, you were focused on the tea but at one point you did look up and caught him filming,

"Stopppp …Jesus I'm ugly right now Loki" you turned around but you kept turning your head to peak at him.

"No you are not and I was merely curious of the use of this device" you chuckled as he said that and got back to straining the tea, his eyes teared up at the sight of you, he wanted to run to you and kiss you like he used to but he couldn't. He couldn't afford it any longer.

"Tell me everything i have missed" he said to you as you passed him the cup of tea and sat down on the couch a feet away from him with your own cup in hand

"Okay mister gossiper" he chuckled as you said that " Ummm Mrs Geller is on a vacation, her daughter lives in Hawaii and ummm ohhh there's this guy in the building who just came back from jail for kidnapping his girlfriend, apparently he was holding her hostage right in his apartment, Mrs Geller told me that I should just avoid him if I pass by him and it kind of creeped me out, thankfully he's four floors down"

"He seems dangerous, you will let me know if he's bothering you in any ways" he wasn't asking you to tell him, he was telling you that you would tell him, he couldn't believe a deranged maniac who did such a crime was living just a few floors down from you. That's how midgardians must feel about him as well.

"How's it going there, ummm how's the Blair witch doing?" He let out a laughter at the comment.

"She's healed now, she hasn't been bothering me since the accident, it is as if she has turned into this new person, maybe the incident had an effect on her" you sipped on your tea as he said that. It's not that you wanted her to die, it was terrible what had happened to her but you couldn't help and wonder if this was her new strategy.

What if she was trying to come off as aloof and nice just so he'd become her friend, what if she's trying to gain his trust? Insecurities filled you to the brim as you thought about it, her personality was the only thing not appealing about her, you felt awful that you were rooting for a person to stay malicious just so Loki won't fall in love with her.

Before he left you embraced him longingly because you knew you won't be seeing him everyday now that your relationship with him had changed. Again.

Days passed so quickly but also appeared to be so torturously long, he definitely called once in a while and every time you felt anxious or scared you always ended up calling him, whenever he'd notice that you needed him by your side he was there for you and you loved him being there for you but it also made things harder for you. You were clearly so in love with him still and it was hard to be around him and not jump into his arms, it was difficult to not just kiss him when he looked at you so affectionately and it wasn't getting any easier.

You heard your phone ringing one fine Sunday while you were making lunch so you picked it up. You were hoping it was Loki but it wasn't, it was Jane. After that day when Jane had helped Loki you asked to meet her just so you can thank her and you both sort of became friends, it was fairly new and you were getting to know each other but you enjoyed having a non toxic female friend. It was her birthday tomorrow and she was inviting you. You told her you won't be able to come but she insisted and told you that the trip was her treat and she already had your tickets booked.

It's not that you didn't want to be there ..the only problem was she was celebrating her birthday in New York City and you knew all those Avengers will be there.

Worst of all you knew Loki would be there.

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donaweasley · 11 months

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I Will Find You (Part 01)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

It has been three years since Ragnarok; three years since the attack on the Statesman; three years since Loki, the love of her life, has gone. But a mysterious event tells her that he is back. Certainly! … Probably. But taking everything back to normal sometimes isn’t as simple as one might wish.

Warnings: Angst, mature themes, eventual smut in next part (with a happy ending).

Part 2 is complete! Read here!!

Read time: ~37 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

"I will find you."

With a promising squeeze of her hand, he had repeated the words "I will" before pushing her further into the escape pod, and fading away into his usual green glow.

That was the last time (Y/N) had seen him, or even heard from him. That was on the Statesman. When the ship with Asgardian refugees was under attack, (Y/N) had wanted to stay back and fight, for she was the commander of the army under Loki's rule. But her king - the only one she had truly been loyal to - had ordered her to mind the safety of the people escaping to Earth.

"We Odinsons will handle it here," he had said with his usual confident smirk.

But, for the first time in her life, she could not trust her king. Her fear - or maybe it was her instincts - had told her otherwise.

Several months prior, when Loki used to sit unchallenged on the throne of Asgard, he had described to her, in confidence, the ruthlessness of Thanos's ambitions, the extent to which this Titan could go in order to fulfil his dreams. And he was not the least ashamed to confide in her that he was scared of him; that even the thought of that monster scraped chills down his spine.

Despite all these, Loki had gone off to fight him. To save his people. To save his brother. All (Y/N) could do was beg the Norns for his safe return.

But apparently, the Norns did not hear her pleas. Thor had returned but without his brother, without the love of (Y/N)'s life. Without her betrothed.

New Asgard was built and, even though it took a lot of emotional effort and time, the survivors had gradually started calling it home.

But not (Y/N). Her home had a heartbeat. It had a warm embrace and caresses of soothing lips. Her home had magic radiating from his fingers.

And it was all gone. She had no home now.

"Lady (Y/N)?"

A familiar deep voice pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up to find Thor's smiling face awaiting her. The once cheerful and flamboyant god's condition was no better than hers. The man who had once been the heartthrob of every lady in the city now hardly cared about his shabby looks or his health.

(Y/N) was seated on one of the many rocks on the shore where the sea often came by to cast a soothing hand. The crashing sound of the waves helped her to cut the noises in her head and drift off to a place where she and Loki were together… or could have been together.

Seeing Thor, she rose from her place and walked towards him, careful not to slip off the uneven surface.

"Prince Thor- Pardon me. My king!" She had only ever addressed one person as her one true king, and it was difficult for her to assign that title to someone else so soon.

"Please, lady (Y/N)," the new king replied, "you do not need to address me as your king. I am no king here. Besides, you and I have a stronger relationship than that. You are my sister. My brother's betrothed."

"Nonetheless, you are still-"

“(Y/N),” he interrupted her, “I’m not here to debate on some formalities. We are long past that … I hope we are. I … It hurts me and everyone else to see you fading away like this. I simply wanted to ask you to take care of yourself. It has been over three years now. He is not-” The words stuck in his throat like a sharp blade. “He’s not coming back,” Thor resumed in a softer, shaky tone. “You must move on. It-”

“Have you been able to move on?”

Her question took him by surprise.

“It is different for me,” he tried to justify himself.

“It is nothing different, Thor. You think you deserve a tragic life ahead because you were their king and his brother. Well, I was the one charged with protecting you all, in charge of protecting him. I failed.”

The last word came out in almost a sob.

“I knew he would end up doing something stupid,” she tried to hide her tears behind trembling hands, “and he did exactly that. Every time I thought I had lost him, he returned. I waited this time, too. And waited. Why did he not return, Thor? Why?”

The older Odinson could no longer hold his emotions back. As tears started staining his face, too, he took a few steps towards her until he wrapped her in his protective, brotherly embrace. She was the only family he was left with, and it broke him even more to see her break a little more every day.

“Be strong, sister,” he tried to console her, “our people need us,” and kissed the crown of her head.

When the grief subsided a little, they both walked back to the village, with tattered hopes that someday - maybe someday - things would get better, even if just a little.

Later that night, something unexpected happened. A man from the village came running to (Y/N)’s doorstep to inform her of a news that was going viral on the internet. Although stunned initially, she refused to believe him, waving it off as some Midgardian’s silly joke to gain attention. But when he showed her the videos that apparently many people across the northern borders of the country had posted, the hair at the back of her neck stood up.

Afraid that she might faint, she gripped the door frame tightly.

“Does the king know of it?” She asked the man who had once been a foot soldier under her command.

“Not yet. I thought you should be the first to know it.”

“Thank you, Axel! Thank you!!”

She rushed past the soldier and did not stop until she was able to bang her fist on Thor’s door.

When a tipsy Thor finally opened the door, he panicked upon seeing her breathless state and wild eyes. Like a burnt man who feared fire, his first assumption was that they were under attack again.

“Have you heard the news?” She panted.

“What news? What-What happened? Why are you-”

“People have observed a sudden spike, a sudden burst in the northern lights!”

Thor, who could make no sense of it, stared dumbfounded at her.

Steadying her thoughts, she tried to elaborate. “It looked like the lights suddenly rushed upwards with a strong force, as if they were being pulled by something powerful in the atmosphere. Or,” she paused, “more like someone was radiating a sudden burst of energy through the lights.”

She remained quiet for a while, allowing the other person to process her words.

“Do you not get it, Thor?”

She showed him the videos on Axel’s phone which she had grabbed on her way.

Finally, with eyes as wild as hers, Thor tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed. “Are you trying to imply that…”

“No matter how much they credit the Sun and the magnetic fields on this planet, we of all people know who created those magical lights,” a grin was cracking its way through her lips.

“If this true-”

“This is true!” She cut Thor off.

“Where?”

“All along the northern border of Norway. But they were the most powerful in Tromsø. The reports say that it lasted for about 4-5 minutes before the lights resumed their normal state.”

“We must leave. Now!”

“It would take almost 24 hours from here. I-I cannot believe… I…”

She seemed frantic. After all these years of waiting, of almost giving up hope, were her prayers finally heard? Burdened with a myriad of emotions, her knees gave way and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.

“(Y/N)!” Thor tried to help her up. “We must make haste. Let’s go.”

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The ride was long. But the years that it took for them to see even a tattered veil of hope was even longer. Loki was back. Probably. But indeed if he was back, why did he not try to communicate with (Y/N)? Was he alright? Where had he been all this time?

A cyclone of thoughts and questions had taken control of (Y/N)’s mind. The Norwegian countryside swept past her, but her vision was clouded by the hope and ecstasy of finding the man she loved once again, and by the doubts and fears that her mind conjured. As the cold night air nipped at her face, she was taken back to one of those beautiful nights in Asgard where the only fear that sometimes poked her was that of Loki’s disguise being discovered by someone. But with the sorcerer’s abilities, those anxieties eventually waned. Every single time.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A voice was calling her from a distance. A soft whisper. She could not locate the source of it but she knew that deep, soothing sound. Loki’s voice.

“(Y/N)!”

There it was again. But… It was too dark. Someone caressed the side of her head. She could not see who it was until…

“Loki!” (Y/N) opened her eyes to see her king hovering over her with a hand on her head.

“Forgive me, love, I never wished to pull you out of your sleep. You looked so ethereal! But this is important.”

“How did you get in here?”

Her question was met with a smirk and with a pair of eyes that almost spelled out the words for her: “You really did not ask that.”

“Oh!” She realised once the last traces of sleep evaporated.

“Now that you have realised, get up, darling. I have arranged a picnic!” Loki said excitedly.

“A picnic?” She was dumbfounded. “In the middle of the night?”

A slender finger rested on her lips. “Shh! Do you trust me or not?”

“With my life, yes, but I cannot say the same about your madness,” she suppressed the urge to chuckle.

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her comment. “Come now, get dressed,” Loki placed a folded fabric beside her pillow.

(Y/N) had eventually learned that it was hard to argue with the God of endless-surprises-up-his-sleeve. So, without pestering him with further questions, she took the gift and unfolded it, only to be mesmerised by what she saw.

It was dipped in the colours of the night: a dark shade of blue that could only be found on moonless nights, when the sky is anything but jewelled with solely the lights of distant stars. The lower half of the dress - the part that would probably extend beyond the knees - gradually descended into cascading folds of tulle, sprinkled with tiny stones that shone like faraway planets and stars. The back was designed in a deep V-shape that would travel to the small of her back while the length of the said tulle was longer on the backside than on the front, leaving the fabric looking as though the night sky had flowed down on it and would be proudly flowing behind her as she would walk.

“I love this, Loki, I do! But … this is a bit too much, is it not?” She announced with a small frown.

The king, who had made himself comfortable on a cosy chair, dismissed her statement. “You refuse to wear something lavish in front of your people, I do not protest that. But, the future queen of Asgard can certainly do her king a favour in private, can she not?”

How could she ever say no to his charms!

“And how are you supposed to declare me as the queen when people always see Odin sitting on the throne? Hmm? Do not ruin something that took years for you to build, Loki. I am your queen. Whether people know it or not, I do not care.”

“Love, I know you have a penchant for drama and overthinking but,” he crossed a leg over another, “I have a plan. I always do! So, cast your worries aside, and please, bless me with a view of you in that gown!”

“Are you simply going to sit there and stare or would you show some decency and turn around?” (Y/N) gently got off the bed and took the dress in hand.

“Darling, this is not the first time I would see you as you are, unhidden by some bland piece of fabric, that does nothing to compliment your beauty. Is it?”

“Are you suggesting that what I wear is hideous?” She narrowed her eyes threateningly.

“Of course not! But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath those. Are they?” His eyes travelled across her body as though he could already see what he was praising.

Shaking her head, but not without a soft laugh escaping her, she sauntered towards the bathroom.

“That I do not know, my love. But I am afraid that I must disappoint you this time.”

Before Loki could make another smart remark or could stop her, she closed the door. But what Loki did not did not know was the way he had already flustered her, how she had leaned against the closed door and laughed into the dress in her hand.

The only downside of being with the trickster was maintaining secrecy. To his subjects, he was Odin. The younger prince had supposedly died a valiant death while saving his brother. So, (Y/N) and Loki no longer got a chance to stroll through the woods, as they once loved to do, or to sit silently in the garden as the sun bid goodbye to the lands.

Loki teleported them both to the picnic spot, which turned out to be a small clearance in the hills. (Y/N) observed that the sky reflected the outfit that the king had chosen for his beloved.

“It is gorgeous…my king!” She gently squeezed his arm. “But a bit chilly, do you not think?”

Standing behind her, he purred in her ear, “I am here to keep you warm, my queen,” and gently grazed the skin on her shoulder up to her neck with his lips.

“If this was your plan, then we could have stayed in the comforts of my chamber,” she whispered through ragged breathing.

“But there is a different kind of magic beneath the open sky. Would you not agree?”

She broke away from his arms and turned to face him, “Have you brought me here, in the middle of a cold night, robbing me of my sleep, only to chit-chat and to try to seduce me into losing this dress?”

Loki’s eyes shone with mischief. “The last part, yes. But not before I show you something. And not before this.”

He extended his right arm and with an elegant wave of his fingers, a large rug emerged on the ground, with baskets of her favourite fruits and snacks, jugs and goblets of wine, accentuated with lamps and streaks of flowers.

“Shall we?” He offered her a hand.

“I love you!!” She did not take the hand but wrapped herself around him, gifting him with one of those emotional but passionate kisses that reminded them of the bond that they shared, and left them both thirsty for more.

Loki was not fooling around when he had said that he was there to keep her warm. The air had indeed changed from being cold to pleasantly cool. Sitting there on the cosy rug, she kept stealing glances at the man who had made her life so beautiful that, for the first time in years of her service as a soldier, she feared death. Life was beautiful ever since he had walked into it. It was one of those heart-warming yet adventurous stories that have people believing in the magic of love and of life. And there was no version of this story that involved anything or anyone other than Loki.

“Loki?”

The trickster was lying on his back, with his arms folded behind his head. (Y/N) found him staring at the sky with a hint of a smile toying on his thin lips. It was clear that he had sailed far away in his thoughts and into some warm island where his world was blessed with Spring.

“Hmm?” His eyebrows arched as he looked at the source of the voice that tugged him out of his rumination.

“Would you promise me something?” She asked softly.

“Anything, darling! Anything that does not involve the disappointment that you had thrown on me by shutting the doors of your bathroom on my face,” he answered with a sly grin.

Hitting his chest lightly, she resumed, “Please promise me that you would never stray away from me again. Under no circumstances. For I would not be able to live without you. I shall survive, yes. But my life would be as good as death.”

“What- Why are you saying these things, (Y/N)?” Loki sat up.

“You are always up to some mischief,” she explained. “Either that or you run off to some heroic act. You have no idea how I shatter every time you fake your…” The word was like a poison that she could not bring to her lips.

“I know, love, I know,” Loki wrapped an arm around her and brought her head down to rest on his shoulder. “Believe me, it hurts me just as well to even think of the misery that I had brought on you.”

“Whatever you do, Loki, promise to come back to me. Always. From even the farthest corner of the universe. Promise me.”

“I shall always come back to you, darling. Where else would I go? You are my home. I shall always find you.”

He sealed his promise with a loving kiss on her lips. Wiping fresh tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, his mouth conveyed all the feelings, all the unsaid things that even the Silvertongue did not know how to frame into words.

When they pulled away, Loki took her hand in his. “Remember I had said that I wish to show you something?”

She nodded with a smile.

“It is time!”

The confidence and the mystery radiating from him excited her. It was this thing about Loki that made her fall in love with him over and over again. He was a wise ruler who made sure that his people were safe and happy, an emotional lover who understood every depth of his partner, and a child who always had a spark for something new in his life.

“Lie down with me?” He asked softly.

“Is this another one of your tricks to-”

“No!” His protest made her break out into a hearty laugh. “No. I do think of things other than making love to you.”

“I was teasing you, you oaf!” She kissed his cheek amidst laughs. “Alright then,” she did as requested. “What is it that you wish to show me?”

Loki copied her action. As she gazed at the contour of his face, he raised his hands and gracefully moved his long fingers as if they were doing a dance of their own.

“I know I look ravishing but you will miss it all if you keep staring at me, my love,” his eyes were strained on the sky above as he spoke with a smirk. “Look above you.”

With a playful huff, she turned her head towards the zenith. And was she spellbound!

Above them, dancing in synchronisation with Loki’s fingers, were several folds of green glow - the kind that Loki’s magic produced but softer.

“Are those-?” She squeaked excitedly.

“Yes. Midgardians love them!” He stole a glance at her. “They once thought that it was the Bifrost. Now they say that it is their sun that is responsible for these. Fools!”

“They do not know the magic that is you,” (Y/N) whispered.

“Mother taught me how to create these. These were,” he sighed, “my first big gift to her as a student.”

She could not decide which was more mesmerising: the ballet of lights in the sky or their reflection on her trickster’s face that emanated a mix of happiness, pride and nostalgia.

“Why do you not adorn the sky here with these lights?” She turned sideways to face him, still captivated more by him than the lights.

“Father never liked them here,” the joy left his features. “Said these were a stain on the perfect Asgardian sky.”

“Well, we both know he was wrong,” she smiled, hoping that Loki would do the same but he simply shrugged.

“Do you have to keep working at them?” She asked.

“No, just for a little while,” he explained. “These cannot be seen by anyone else. Else they will know that I am here. They are only for our eyes.” The mischievous smile returned to his face.

“Good. When you are done, I want your fingers to work their magic on me. And on this dress,” she added in a gravelly voice.

“Who is seducing whom now?”

“I do not care!” She lay back to watch the captivating glow above. Her chest swelled with pride for Loki. He was undoubtedly the best sorcerer she had ever known about, and yet so underestimated. The ignorance of her people made her laugh inside.

“Neither do I,” Loki broke her chain of thoughts when he hovered over her and kissed her breath away.

Fingers that had once made those lights above dance, now danced nimbly on her skin as it deftly freed it of the gown. His own robes were, however, not so gracefully shed, for (Y/N) now lacked the patience which she once had when they had arrived at the woods. Loki’s mouth left a hot trail behind wherever it went while cool fingers soothed the path.

Indeed the open sky had a charm of its own. Walled from the rest of the world by a strong spell, beneath the dancing lights, they drowned in each other as the green lights above danced on their skins.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A hand gently shook her by the shoulder.

“We are here,” Thor stated.

Blinking, she looked outside the van. The green lights were gliding across the sky in harmony, casting their reflections on the duo.

Loki!

A voice inside her breathed the name.

“Let us spread out. We will ask the locals if they had seen anything or anyone unfamiliar yesterday when the spike occurred,” she instructed Thor as they stepped out of the vehicle.

The search was futile. Every person they asked knew only about the spike and nothing else. Not one soul could mention anything about any person who might have looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“There is nothing to be found here, sister,” Thor mumbled. The poor man had finally found one thin streak of hope, and even that turned out to be false.

But the other person was adamant. “No. No, it cannot be… It cannot be a deadend. There has to be something. We must keep looking.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. If Loki was indeed here, wouldn’t he have come to us?”

But (Y/N) wasn’t listening to any logic. There had to be some mistake, she was sure of that. Something was certainly wrong. Her intuitions had never been wrong. And this time, they were stronger than ever.

Or was it just the illusion of a broken heart?

Rubbing her hands over her face, she was about to protest when a man called them.

“Hey, are you with that team of scientists who came yesterday?”

The sudden interference startled them.

“No, we’re-”

“No,” (Y/N) cut off Thor’s blunt confession, “we are not with them. But we are looking for some kind of pointer that would help us locate the cause of yesterday’s event.”

He eyed them suspiciously. “You don’t have any fancy equipment on you? The other guys looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie!”

“Sounds like S.H.I.E.L.D to me,” Thor whispered in (Y/N)’s ear.

“Well, I am afraid our team isn’t that rich yet,” (Y/N) quipped. “We’re on our own here for now. For basic research purposes.”

From the looks of the man, he sounded convinced this time. “Yeah, you may try the lake. I'd said the same thing to the other guys.”

“The lake?”

“Yeah. God knows what they have hidden in the waters. Should take you about,” he shrugged, “ten minutes from here.”

“Why the lake?” Thor enquired.

“You haven’t heard?” The man shifted amused glances between them. “That was where the real show was! I was nearby. That place … it still gives me the chills to think of the way those lights suddenly seemed to burst upwards! Thought it was the last day of my life!”

“Did you see anyone there? When it happened?” (Y/N) put a pin on his enthusiasm.

“No! Just me and my dog. We were returning from-”

“Thank you!” She pulled out a fifty Krone bill from her purse and handed it to the man. “Thank you so much! This is all we can offer.”

But the man held his hands up. “I don’t need your money! Thanks, anyway. And I must say, for a bunch of poor guys, you certainly are generous. They didn’t produce even a penny yesterday.”

She smiled. “I want you to keep it. Please. You do not know how much you have helped us.”

Reluctantly, the man took the note from her. “For science,” he said cheerfully.

“For science,” she nodded, and rushed back to the van with Thor by her side.

“If S.H.I.E.L.D is already there, then we won’t get a chance to set foot on the place,” Thor voiced his fears.

“I do not know what I will do,” she ran a nervous hand through her hair, messing it up even more. “I truly do not know! I just hope … We will find a way, Thor. We have come this far. We shall certainly find a way.”

Her energy lifted his spirits but at the same time, he was scared that her hopes might be burnt to ashes in case this was but just a cosmic event.

All the way, she kept placing different theories out before them.

“Maybe Loki was there. He can be invisible if he wants to. Maybe that is why that man did not see him… Maybe Loki was not here earlier. Maybe he was lost somewhere. And yesterday night he landed here, and something - I do not know - caused him to bring a change into those lights? … Perhaps he himself had an energy boost… But… why?”

“(Y/N),” Thor placed a hand on her knee, “calm down. Please. We are almost there.”

The place was indeed marked with S.H.I.E.L.D’s tape all over it. It looked like another one of their camps. It was, in fact, just another one.

“I’ll go talk to them,” Thor assured her. “They know me. Well, someone here should know me. You stay right here, okay?”

With a smile and an encouraging pat on her back, he dissolved into the crowd. The truth was that Thor’s own heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Regardless of how huge the god was, at that moment, he felt like he would crumble under the weight of the anxiety that had been building inside him ever since he had heard the news the day before.

(Y/N) stood at the edge of the camp, looking around, trying to find perhaps the tiniest of clues that would lead her to the god she came looking for. And yet, nothing that could whisper even a shred of a tale about Loki caught her eyes or ears. With a sigh, she wandered off towards the lake.

Under the dark veil of the night, the water looked gorgeous. Silent, calm, and yet with the promise of a storm beneath the surface, and an even deeper sense of mystery shrouded within. That and the reflections of the rippling lights on it reminded her of Loki.

Is he not as enchanting as this? No. Much more than this.

The thought made her smile. Her dry lips stung slightly as they spread after a long, long time.

Something about the lake called out to her. Gingerly, she took small steps until she found herself standing on the bank of the waterbody. The auroras were swaying above, casting graceful shadows on her. She should have been anxious and yet she felt a sense of calm that she had believed to be lost forever. It was as if she had finally landed on a piece of earth where she was meant to be.

He is here!

Her entire being seemed to be screaming out to her. The feeling had never been stronger. She looked around with wild eyes.

Loki is here! I can feel him!!

Finding herself on the edge of insanity, she filled her lungs to call out his name. But stopped.

There were a lot of other people around whose attention she should not be drawing. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the wet grass and closed her eyes. At last she knew what she had to do.

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“Here,” Loki placed a hand over her heart, “we are connected here. Nothing can break this bond.”

In response, (Y/N) placed a hand over his. “And what about all those times when you go away, intentionally or not? How am I supposed to find you?”

“Darling,” he chuckled, “I think the summer heat and my close proximity have got you a little confused. Is it you who finds me or is it me who finds you?”

“It is not funny, Loki!” She removed his hand with a frown.

He loved to tease her relentlessly, the strong commander-in-charge of the Asgardian army who chose to become no less vulnerable than a child before the god of lies and mischief. Every moment spent with her breathed life into him, but there were times like these that he cherished the most.

“Come here,” his voice had dropped a few octaves but in a warm way. His hands ran down her arms until he found her fingers and placed them on his temples.

“Feel that?” he asked softly.

“Your heartbeat,” she nodded.

Gently, the trickster placed his own fingers on her temples.

“Now, do you feel that?”

A soft tickling gradually wrapped the skin on and around her temples. It felt like someone was tracing feathers upon her skin but from the inside.

“What-”

“We shall always feel each other,” he explained, “no matter where we are or how far we are.”

Her eyes widened at the revelation. She never knew such a thing was even possible!

“Are you telling the truth?”

He sighed. “Darling, do I look like I am in the mood for some mischief? We can hear each other’s thoughts now-”

“But-”

“Only,” he interrupted her, long fingers requesting her to pause and listen to him, “if we want us to.”

“Alright,” she shrugged with a satisfied smile, “I like that part.”

“Love, you forget that I can hear your thoughts any time I wish to! I choose not to.”

“Oh, I know that!” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “So, you are telling me … that now we can amuse each other even across a ballroom filled with uninteresting people?”

“Even across the palace, darling! Across the realms!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

“Well, in that case,” she whispered in a sultry manner, “I shall bid you goodnight.”

Loki looked at her with a question mark slapped over his face.

“Let us speak in our thoughts, from our separate rooms, across floors!”

With a twirl, she freed herself from Loki’s arms and ran towards the door with a squeak, her lover following behind with the most mischievous grin on his ecstatic face.

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“Loki!” It was a whisper, even in her thoughts. “Loki, I know you are here. I was not sure before but now I do. I can feel you, more than ever!”

Her prayers got stronger with each sentence she uttered in her mind.

“Loki, I know you can hear me. We promised that no matter where we are in this universe, we will remain connected. Do you remember that? I know you can hear me. So, please, listen to me, Loki. … Maybe it is because somewhere deep down I felt you … because I still feel you … that I never left hope of seeing you again. Not even when the entire world screamed that you are … gone. I still feel you, Loki. And I know that I shall see you again. That you will find me. Like you promised. Like you have always promised. … You have always found me, Loki. Every single time. Please come back to me. Once more. Please, Loki! Find me once again. … Loki!!”

A sudden shiver ran up her spine; something had disturbed her. Something like a gust stirred behind her. Her senses told it was not just the wind but someone. And instinctively, a fear burnt inside her momentarily only to be doused quickly by an even stronger hope. When one has lost everything that they love, little room remains for fear. It is a fanatical hope for the impossible that remains behind.

And this time, her hope was not misplaced.

“You found me.”

The deep voice floated through the cold air and into her soul.

With a loud gasp, she opened her eyes to find Loki standing right beside her: head held high, the wind blowing messy locks onto his face, his armour - the very one that she had seen on him three years ago - tainted with scratches, his green cape tattered in several places, and yet, he radiated the aura of the king that he once was!

She did not remember how she was able to stand up on those legs that threatened to give way any moment. She did not remember when her hands went up to hold his face, gently yet firmly. All she remembered was the pure joy of feeling complete.

Loki did not utter another word. As her trembling fingers trailed his skin, she realised that his eyes were sunken, his face thinner than usual. Her hands trailed down his armour, still unable to believe that Loki was indeed standing before her, that it was not some cruel joke of the distraught mind.

He was indeed there.

Her thumb drew soothing circles over his cheekbone. “How have you been?” Her lips quivered as a drop of tear trickled down her face.

Loki’s eyes mapped her features. “I am alive.”

“I have…” (Y/N) could never finish that line for she finally broke into a sob that had been threatening to overpower her from the moment she saw him.

With arms wrapped around him, she wept like she had never done in these three years. All this time she had hope, even though a silver of it, of his return. So, no matter how sad she had been, she had never wept for long. Only the ones without any hope mourn their loved ones, and she was not one of them.

But now, when she had finally found him, all the emotions struck her at once. She had a home now. Again.

Amidst the gush of feelings, she failed to notice how Loki did not engulf her in his arms, as he should have done. Or how he did not bury his face in her shoulder, as he loved to.

“I still cannot believe my prayers were heard!” A shaky laugh left her.

Unwrapping herself from him, she gazed at him longingly again.

“You are actually here!” A pair of trembling hands tried to hold back the sobs flowing from her lips but failed. “I always knew! I…”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped her eyes.

“Okay. I believe you need rest. Let’s go home.”

“Do I still have one?” Loki finally spoke. But there was a despondency in his words.

“What?” It took her by surprise. “Of course, you have a home. Why-why do you ask this?” A hint of a smile unsuccessfully tried to support her words.

“How should I know? I had been away for too long.”

Everything seemed to be ending up in knots for her. Shaking the doubts off her mind, she took his hand.

"Oh! I see. I know it is nothing like Asgard; not even close. But…we call it New Asgard. And it is all we have. This is our home now. And…my home has always been you, anyway." She looked up hopefully at him. "And now that you are back, I have found my home again!"

Loki did not respond.

“You must be exhausted," she said. "You need to rest and eat properly. And then we shall talk. Okay?” She gave him an assuring smile. “I shall go and inform Thor.”

The moment her hand left his, a scoff escaped him, followed by an icy, “Of course!”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned around towards him.

“What?”

"Of course, you would have to inform Thor."

(Y/N) noticed that the name had a bitter ring to it, just like it once had several years ago.

He continued, "He is the king now. Obviously he would need to know every single thing that happens in his kingdom. And you, of all people, would certainly be the most loyal to him. Dear big brother always gets what he wants!"

Nothing made sense to her. Absolutely nothing! Every syllable uttered by Loki sounded alien to her. There was no way she could fathom the disdain that he held for his brother - the very brother for whom he had not thought twice before putting his own life at stake! And… was that a hint of distrust that she heard? For her?

“I-I do not understand you, Loki,” she stepped closer to him, the business with the elder Odinson thrown out of her distressed mind. “Why- What happened? Was it something I said? Did Thor do something that I do not know of?”

“It was a mistake coming here. A big mistake… I should have never listened to you. It is all a lie! You, in your sole existence, are a lie!!”

The words struck her hard. But before her emotions could even react, (Y/N) noticed the beginning of a faint green glow around the god.

“Loki, WAIT!!” She screamed loud enough for the entire camp to hear. But it worked; the glow was gone, and with it was the immediate fear of losing Loki again.

“Just wait!!” With a shaky voice she pleaded with the love of her life as she gripped his hands tightly, “What is wrong with you? I… Would you please explain! What have I done to deserve such hatred from you when all I have ever been capable of, regardless of all circumstances, is to love you with all my heart and soul?!”

“You demand an explanation after what you have done? Claiming to love me only to give my place away to someone else?”

“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The hands that held on to him desperately slowly slipped away.

“I do not care,” he cried, “about what anyone thinks of me or does to me. And I understand very well that I was not around for quite a long time. I could not be even if I wanted to with all my might! But…you could have at least told me the truth. If you really felt me, as you claim to, you could have at least told me! Why do you pretend to love me now when you have already given yourself up to your new king??”

“Loki!! Do not accuse me of things that I am too ashamed to even speak of!” She clenched her fists around his arms. “Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you are saying?”

“Oh, do not deny it now!”

Before she even realised what was happening, she felt a sharp sting on her palm as it connected flat across Loki’s face. However unpleasant it may have been, perhaps it was what was needed to shatter Loki’s rage and allow his pain to flow out - a sentiment that he had mastered at hiding behind a mask of anger.

"I saw you… yesterday…" Loki's voice started shaking. "I came back. To you! Only to find you in my brother's arms!"

His knees gave way, and the god dropped to the ground, kneeling before her, weeping like a child.

Loki’s words washed over her like those giant waves that crash over a lost soul and pull them in, only to drown them again when they try to fight back. (Y/N) tried to replay all the incidents from the day before but with everything going on, it all became a haze in her mind.

The sight of a broken Loki before her did nothing to help her. Immediately, she mimicked his position, and held his face in her hands.

"Loki, whatever you saw, whatever you are thinking is a misunderstanding. I swear! I do not know what you are talking about, not now at least, but we will figure it out. Okay? I assure you, Loki, there is only one person I have given my heart to. And it is you. What I feel for you, is beyond anything that I feel for anyone! Believe me! Please!"

All this time, Loki refused to look into her eyes. He was scared that if he did, he would not be able to refuse her.

"I want to," he finally breathed a shaky whisper.

Gently holding onto her wrist, he finally looked at her. But his hopes were short-lived.

As fate would always have it for him, just at the precise moment when he had decided to believe her, the silhouette of his brother came into view behind her.

Thor had heard (Y/N) scream, and came running to ensure her safety. But…

"(Y/N)! I heard you! What happened? Is-" He stopped in his tracks. His lost brother's name, even through a shallow breath, sounded to him like the most melodious music. "Loki!!"

The older Odinson stopped in his tracks. Tears flooded his eyes as he took in the sight of the brother he had believed to be dead. When his body could finally respond from the shock, his legs tried to take him as fast as possible to Loki.

But the scenario on the other side was not the same. The sight of Thor, regardless of how warming it was, brought up fresh images of the blonde wrapping (Y/N) in his arms on the seaside, of kissing Loki's betrothed on the head.

And that was enough to stir the fire within him - one that (Y/N) had just managed to calm down.

Loki got up, blinded by a searing pain somewhere deep within his chest.

"You do not deserve me," was all that he uttered to (Y/N) before disappearing from the scene.

A stunned Thor froze in his tracks. A broken (Y/N) sat on the cold ground feeling more empty than she had ever felt.

"He is gone!" She whispered to the dark night air.

Thor stumbled up to her.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?? He was here, wasn't he? (Y/N), he was here, right? (Y/N)!!"

But (Y/N) was lost in her own world. She kept mumbling to herself, wild eyes searching for something - or someone - in the far distance.

When Thor called her again and shook her, it was only then that she looked at him. And repeated the same line:

"He is gone, Thor! He is gone."

"What do you mean he is gone? He was right here!!"

"I cannot feel him anymore." A hand loosely trailed down from her temple to her chest. "He has…severed the bond. He has cut me off! Loki has… He has really ended our…relationship."

The words trailed off as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Or why it happened. Standing beside her, Thor looked around helplessly. He knew nothing about this bond that (Y/N) was talking about. All he understood was that his brother was probably lost forever. Again.

This time Loki had really left.

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Breakfast with the Enemy | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 3 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, fear, hair pulling, choking, vomiting, forced fingering, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence

Summary: You and James have an awkward late breakfast together. Later, cuddling on the couch turns into something darker

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

Bucky didn't sleep. Her twitching and whines kept him up all night, and his aching cock didn't help.

She was so small and damaged, and all he wanted was to flip her over and pound her into the mattress until she couldn't move or speak, but he knew he needed to savor it. He wondered idly if she'd cry the whole time, and all it did was soak the sheet in precum.

She was covered in bruises, and the ones on her thighs intrigued him the most. He knew she'd been with Loki for at least a year, and with how relentless his abuse of her seemed, he wondered if she got them from fighting back.

Had she closed her legs desperately to stop him? Or was it a byproduct of his own viciousness in bed? She had no idea, but the more Bucky learned about their sex life the more he'd know about the man.

She still had fire, so he hadn't broken her completely. She was petrified of going back, so he was brutal enough for her to sneak out in the dead of night just to avoid his wrath.

He gazed down at her troubled face, grimacing even in her sleep. How had she gotten out without him noticing? Steve said everything was still quiet at the compound last he heard, so she was smart enough to disappear into the darkness undetected.

He'd have to watch out for that.

The battle between the HYDRAs and the Norns was decades long, starting when Loki and Bucky were just kids. They'd played together as children, their fathers close and their mothers good friends. When the war began, Bucky and Loki wanted nothing to do with it.

But Bucky could still see him, in his mind's eye, standing over his father's body in that warehouse in Brooklyn…hands stained red as Jimmy Barnes bled out on a dirty floor. The look in Loki's eyes when he spotted Bucky… it changed the way he saw his friend forever.

He became his enemy. The one he'd do anything to make suffer slowly and painfully, wailing for relief.

The key to Bucky's revenge lay next to him now, half naked and vulnerable. Lost and alone, a lamb ready for sacrificial slaughter.

"Little girl," he murmured into her hair. He pulled down the covers enough to expose her legs, one draped over his middle.

Smoothing his hand up her thigh, Bucky palmed her ample ass and squeezed. She was rail thin from lack of good sleep and food, but he saw the potential of what she could be. She just needed to feel safe.

His cock was trapped under her thigh, and while all he wanted was to force her on it until he was satiated, Bucky ran his hand up and down her leg and whispered to her again. He couldn't break her too quickly.

"Time to wake up."

She grumbled a bit as she stirred, clutching him tighter and burying her face in his armpit, "Sleep, please."

Bucky scoffed, smiling as he shook his head. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he shook her lightly, "Wake up, doll."

She peeled her eyes open slowly, blinking as her gaze focused on him smiling down at her. Panic enveloped her as she scrambled to get away, but he gripped her shoulders and hoisted her upright. She went stock still, gulping loudly and staring at him wide eyed.

Bucky brushed back her hair as she began to tremble, her little chin wobbling, "You hungry?"

She hesitated, watching him suspiciously before saying in a small voice, "I can make you breakfast Mr. Barnes."

“That's not what I asked."

Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head, "I'm okay."

He squeezed her shoulders, and she flinched and tried to curl inward, "Are. You. Hungry?"

Her belly growled loudly and she slapped a hand over it and winced, "Yes, sir."

Looping his hands under her armpits, Bucky lifted her and set her on his hip. He kissed the side of her head and said gently as he carried her out of the room, "Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

There was no mistaking the blush that plumed across her cheeks at the praise, and he wondered how long it had been since she'd gotten any. Loki was manipulative, but maybe since she was locked away in his house all this time he'd dropped the guise and just tortured her.

While the first floor of Bucky’s building was a garage, the second was a gym and training center, everything made exactly to his specifications. The penthouse was actually the third and fourth floors combined, as Bucky had done extensive remodeling when he bought the place. All open concept, with one of the best views of NYC a guy could ask for.

Two bedrooms, his office, the kitchen and living room were all on the third floor, a series of stairs leading up to the shelf lined walls that were the fourth floor library. A voracious reader, Bucky had taken after his father and purchased as many as he could get his hands on, new and old. There were a few places to sit and read up there, but Bucky mostly used it as a place to snag a book before plopping on the couch in the center of the floor.

“Wow,” she breathed as he took her through the living room and to the kitchen. She clung to him like a child as she turned in his arms to see as much as she could. “Your home is beautiful, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky patted her backside in thanks, keeping her on his hip as he pulled out a few pans and some ingredients for French toast. Realizing he couldn’t make breakfast with her perched on him, Bucky set her on the counter and started cracking eggs into a mixing bowl. She pulled at her fingers as he went about his morning routine, watching him with big watery eyes.

When Bucky went to put a piece of bread in the preheated pan, she let out a little gasp and moved as if to reach for him, but quickly pulled back. He cocked his brow at her, “What?”

She gulped and chewed a bit on the inside of her cheek, “I don’t want you to think I’m telling you what to do…”

He waved his spatula at her, “Tell me.”

Letting out a little sigh, she tugged on her fingers again, “You have to put some butter down or it’ll stick to the pan. It’ll burn.”

“It always burns.”

She nodded, averting her gaze as she submitted. Her scrawny legs dangled over the edge of the counter as her whole body seemed to clench, ready for him to lash out for questioning him.

After eyeing her for a moment, Bucky went back to the fridge and grabbed a tub of Country Crock, dug a knife in and plopped some butter into the pan. She pointed at it cautiously, “A little more.”

“You know butter is bad for you, right?”

“Better than Crisco,” she shrugged. “You’re carbing up for your workout, right? It’ll help.”

“And how did you know that, little girl?” he asked playfully, but she just frowned and waved a hand toward his chest.

“Look at you.”

He chuckled at the red spattered across her cheeks, but he did what she suggested and put a little more butter in the pan. She sat quietly as he cooked, only speaking when spoken to and chewing anxiously on her lip. Bucky let her be, tiring quickly of her trembling when all he was doing was making her food.

He piled the french toast high on a plate, grabbed a few extras and took them over to the bar peninsula at the end of the counter. He felt her eyes on him as he moved around, watching his every step. When he went back to the kitchen and approached, she spread her legs on instinct and opened her arms for him to pick her up. It made him grin as he set her on his hip, she was learning so fast and he hadn’t even had her for a day.

He set her down gently in a chair and went back for two coffee mugs and the pot. He set the carafe down on a trivet and settled into the stool next to her. “Do you take sugar or milk?”

She bit her lip and looked down at her lap, “I’m not allowed to have coffee.” Bucky frowned and shot her a look, but she refused to look his way. “Why can’t you have coffee?”

“Loki says it makes me… insufferable,” she mumbled so pathetically Bucky wanted to laugh. “And he doesn’t like the taste on me.”

Bucky pushed the mug closer to her and pointed at it, “Take a drink.”

She eyed him like he was trying to trick her, but she obeyed. Her hand shook as she lifted the mug, and impatiently Bucky cupped it for her and held it to her lips so it didn’t spill everywhere. She took a small sip and grimaced, but he held it until she took a larger one, only pulling away when she began to cough.

As he set it down she wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, her eyes watering, “It’s… strong.”

“It’s coffee, doll, it’s supposed to wake you up,” he chuckled and she spared him a small smile in return. “How’s it gonna do that without a little kick?”

“Good point,” she murmured, looking back at her hands again.

Bucky really couldn’t help himself, not when she was so afraid and wracked with nerves. Trailing his fingers up her arm, she caught his eye just before he wrapped them around her throat. Her gasp caught mid breath as he pulled her close, his nose nuzzling close to hers.

Tears welled as she went stiff, expecting him to hurt her but for now he had no plans to. Instead, Bucky pressed his lips to hers like he had last night. She didn’t stay frozen for as long this time, and when he kissed her again she relaxed under his firm grip. When his tongue snaked in her mouth, groaning as he tasted the coffee on her lips, she went limp and glassy-eyed.

She tasted sweet like honey, the bitterness of the carmelized dark roast blending like heaven in the soft expanse of her mouth. His mind went wild thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around his dick, and too soon he had to pull away. Patience, Barnes, patience.

She nearly fell off the stool she leaned so hard into his hand. Bucky gave her one last peck and sat her upright, then moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck, “I like the way it tastes on you.”

“Wh-oh,” she stammered as she struggled to catch her breath.

Bucky picked up a fork and speared a piece of toast, depositing it on her plate. She stared at it stupidly so he gave her a soft squeeze, “Eat.”

After twenty agonizing long minutes, she finished a piece and a half, eventually holding her little belly as it settled. Bucky himself had eight pieces, watching her peck her way through her own like a little bird.

"You finished?" he asked softly, and she nodded so he took what was left of her piece and shoved it in his mouth.

Without prompting, she took his plate and hers and took it to the sink. Bucky watched with idle curiosity over his mug as she washed the dishes with comfortability, like she'd lived with him for years. He let her, as it was the first time her hands had stopped shaking since he met her, scrubbing egg and butter from the pans with precision.

He waited until she was done to say, "You don't have to do that, y’know?"

She turned and shrugged, "What else am I going to do?"

Setting down his mug, Bucky stood from the stool. Her eyes went wide and she twisted to face the sink again as if it would protect her from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, delighting in her little shiver.

"I can think of a few things," he whispered hotly against her skin, kissing a few errant spots here and there.

Her body froze in place, and there was no mistaking the fearful clench of her jaw. "I meant… outside of that. You want me to be useful, right?"

"Mmm," Bucky hummed, frowning to himself. He hadn't thought about that. "We'll figure something out. If my housekeeper catches you doing her work she'll throw a fit."

"Oh," she said, her shoulders dropping as she eyed the dishes she'd washed. "I didn't realize… Loki had me clean every day."

"I'm not Loki," Bucky growled, pressing his nose threateningly to the back of her ear. He grazed his teeth along the shell, "You have other things to offer me, doll."

She turned slowly in his arms, and he pushed her against the counter just to intimidate her. It worked, the thick swallow she made as she watched him stirred something deep within him. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears as she whispered, "I'll do whatever you want, sir."

Bucky grinned like a fiend, "You will if you know what's good for you."

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After one of the most uncomfortable breakfasts of your life, James took you by the wrist and dragged you into the living room. You were pulled off your feet as he plopped down on the couch and tugged you to his side.

You frowned in confusion when he snagged a blanket from the back of the couch and covered you both with it, letting you nestle into the crook of his shoulder. He flicked on the television and some hallmark movie played, one of those cute Christmas ones that Loki despised.

"Relax, doll," he told you, patting your backside and chuckling when you jumped.

"I thought you wanted me here to sleep with me," you said slowly, desperately trying to not enjoy his warmth.

His chest was hard beneath you, strong but comfortable where Loki was all sharp edges and biting tones. Even his prosthetic was comfortable in the way it draped over your back and held your ass in his palm. He gave you a light squeeze and rested his cheek on the top of your head.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," he said easily, like this whole situation wasn't fucked up. It was hard to remind yourself that he was just as dangerous as Loki when he was treating you like this. Maybe that was the point.

"Then why are you taking care of me?"

James sighed in annoyance, “You want the truth?”

You hesitated. Did you? Maybe the less you knew the better.

When you didn’t answer, James pawed at you until you sat up. Gripping your shoulders tightly, his piercing eyes bored a hole through yours as he asked, “Well? Yes or no, doll, I ain’t got all day.”

“I…” you stammered, petering off. James shook you and set his jaw, so you forced yourself to speak, “I don’t want to play mind games anymore. If you want something, just tell me and I’ll do it for you. I don’t have the energy to try to read your mind and fail every time.”

James scoffed, but a devilish smirk spread across his face, “Again, then you should have let me shoot you.”

“Shoot me now, then,” you spat through gritted teeth. That smirk turned into a toothy snarl, and within a second you were launched off the couch and held down on the expensive carpet by your throat.

The blanket tangled between you as James mounted you, throttling you viciously and ripping it away. You struggled under his grasp, kicking as much as you could but he just forced your thighs apart with his own. You couldn’t do anything but flail and cry while he squeezed you so hard your vision blurred.

“How’s this for the truth?” he hissed, shoving up your shirt and exposing you to him. His clothed groin ground against your bare cunt, hard and ready to rip you to pieces. Choking you harshly and ignoring your whines, James leaned in and growled in your ear, “I’m gonna violate every single inch of this body, little girl. You’re my toy now, you belong to me.

“And when I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” James snarled, his nose flush against yours, his breath hot and heavy. “I’m going to tell Loki exactly what I did, and he’ll know just how much you enjoyed it!”

“I won’t like it!” you screamed back, sobbing through your fear and rage. “You’re a rapist, just like him!”

James laughed cruelly, and he brought his other hand between you to cup between your legs. Without warning he shoved two fingers inside, choking you roughly and watching as you cried. Your walls stretched painfully, burning as he ground them as deep as he could, his eyes locked onto yours all the while.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing yours as the chaos suddenly came to a standstill. His fingers slipped from your pussy and he brought them up. When his eyes looked to them, you found yourself looking too.

He spread his fingers to show the slick webbing stringing between them. James turned to you and grinned, “Then why are you so wet?”

You squinted in confusion, disbelief. It couldn't be real, you weren't enjoying this! You pushed at him and he blessedly let you go, watching gleefully as you scrambled away. Tugging the shirt down to cover where he'd molested you, tears streamed down your face and your chest heaved.

James got to his knees and sat back on his heels, bringing his fingers up to suck on them. He moaned disgustingly as you watched, horrified and trembling on the carpet.

"Me or him, doll," he moaned as he pulled them from his lips with a sickening pop. "I can still get you home before he wakes up, but I shudder to think of what he'll do if you come home after that."

You rubbed your throat to ease the sting the best you could, but you knew by now that no amount of gentle massaging would take away what came next. Your stomach lurched as your head swam, and on instinct you got to your feet and bolted for the bedroom.

James was after you in a second, his heavy footfalls pounding behind you down the hallway. You feebly tried to swing the door shut as you entered the bathroom, crashing painfully to your knees as you threw up the breakfast he’d made into the toilet.

As wonderful as it tasted going down, French toast was awful coming back up. James’ panting was the only other sound in the small room as you threw up again, and he kneeled behind you and rubbed his hot hand up your back.

“I lost my temper, doll,” he murmured as you spat the rest of it out. “You upset me is all.”

You scoffed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “I’ve heard that before, Mr. Barnes.”

Blinking away tears, you turned to face him, leaning against the wall and reveling in the cool tile against your body. James sunk down and sat next to you, his large thigh pressed against yours. He palmed your leg and gave you a small squeeze.

“You can call me James,” he told you, in a voice much too sweet for the way he’d been strangling you moments ago. “I plan on keeping you for a while, you may as well call me by my name.”

“You gonna keep calling me ‘doll?’”

James’ mouth twitched into a grim smile as his grip turned harsh. You gasped and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you, instead pinning it down on the tile floor.

“You are a doll, not a person,” he told you seriously. “Just a thing to be used so I don’t give you back to Loki.”

You glared at him through watery eyes and nodded, “Fine.”

“Fine, what?”

“I choose you, James,” you sneered, and all he did was smile wider. “I’d rather be your doll than his punching bag.”

James reached out to cup your jaw with his prosthetic hand, the cool metal warming with your body heat. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and he let it drag as he chuckled, “You don’t call what just happened making you into my punching bag?”

You laughed back bitterly, “You have no idea what that man did to me. You have no idea what I’ve let him do so I could survive.”

“You remember that, doll,” James whispered, brushing back your hair like he was your lover and not your captor. He leaned in and kissed your cheek for a moment before pulling back. “You let this happen. Whatever happens to you in this penthouse… you chose it.”

Your chin wobbled as you nodded, your fate now set in stone.

This was your fault. Just like it was when you let Loki buy you a drink so long ago… you ignored your instincts and let him make you his prisoner, and now you’ve let James do the same.

You let this happen to you… again.

“I choose you.”

Notes: Doll's playing with fire! Do you think she's made the right choice? The more Bucky learns about Loki, how do you think Doll will fare??

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Pledge your Allegiance: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (8) The morning after having rampant sex on Rogers car, there are consequences. Sexy consequences. (w/c 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Dom! Loki. Language. Dirty talk. References to alcohol. Satchel! Steve. A hint of plot (still one-shot applicable).

Loki’s keen eyes scanned the table as every seat was slowly filled. Avengers traipsed listlessly through the doors of the conference room, each looking more bedraggled than the last. Sundays were the only day free from Captain Rogers accursed 7am meetings, allowing the team to let off some steam. But not this Sunday. “Good Morning, Agent” Loki waxed lightly as Natasha slid into the chair by his side, folding her arms on the table and lowering her head. “I never had you down as a morning person Laufeyson…” she mumbled, making a thumbs up as a cup of coffee was placed beside her shoulder. “Yeah, Laufeyson you look far too happy” Clint squinted as he reclined back in his chair with a groan. “I take it you didn’t have any fun last night...” he said, rubbing his temples. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that” Loki murmured under his breath as he watched you slip through the door and quickly take the seat opposite him, avoiding eye contact.

Was it really only fifteen minutes ago that had his face buried between your thighs? Fifteen short minutes since he had tasted the fresh tang of his cum inside your delicious centre? Since you had tugged his curls as you released yourself in his mouth? You had clearly tried to make yourself look presentable after Loki had gone ahead to avoid suspicion. You had failed, but thankfully, you were in excellent company. “Norns brother, what a night…” Thor sighed, collapsing to the chair to Loki’s side with sunglasses covering his eyes. “Barton introduced me to...what was that concoction?” “Jaegerbomb” Clint groaned quietly, eyes closed as he continued his temple massage. “Yes! Jaeger bombs, brother...oh, you would have loved it. What a night. Truly. Admittedly I did lose consciousness at one point but it’s not revels on Midgard without a little mischief, is it?” he lowered the sunglasses, shooting Loki a wink. Loki rolled his eyes; his gaze falling on you, anxiously doodling on a notepad. Stark sat beside you with no signs of life, his head hanging back and arms dangling from the chair. The corner of Loki’s mouth flickered. It was adorable when you were worried. But he would take care of it, surely you knew that. “Avengers.” Steve announced flatly, striding into the room and closing the door with a dramatic pause. Loki rolled his eyes again. The man was insufferable. There was a soft thump at the door. Steve released the handle from his grip, making a dishevelled Wanda fall inside the room with a graceless cry. He caught her with one arm, before she hastily made her way to sit beside you with muttered apologies.

Loki smiled. Y/N wasn’t lying about Wanda drinking most of that wine last night after all. “Avengers.” Steve repeated solemnly, pacing the head of the room, “It saddens my johns to report that last night there was a security incident in the basement garage.”

He paused, looking up at the dozen faces staring at him with vacant malice before continuing. “It seems that some person or persons unknown has…” he brought two fingers to his forehead, steeling himself, “vandalised Eleanor.” A roll of confusion bubbled across the room before Bucky spoke, his voice hoarse. “His car. He’s talking about the damn chevy.”

“That’s no way to speak about a lady, Buck...Eleanor and I have been through a lot.” Steve hissed as Bucky smoothed back his hair, eyes thrown to the ceiling, “You bought it three months ago, man…” Sam’s palms drew down his cheeks, pulling the skin before turning to Thor with despair, “Tell me I did not put on sweatpants for this” he said regretfully, as the blonde god chuckled, raising his travel mug to his lips. “My dear Wilson, I must admit I am still rather intoxicated, I’m finding all this most entertaining.” “Enough.” Steve slammed his fists on the table, earning several groans, “we’re not leaving this room until I find out who’s responsible.” “Me. I’m responsible. Can we go now?” All eyes fell on Tony with his hand half raised, his eyes squinting against the bright overhead lights. “So, why exactly are we here, Cap?” Nat said frankly, reluctantly leaning back with her arms folded. The captain took a breath, before continuing. “Someone strategically smeared yoghurt on Eleanor’s hood. All over that thing. Like it’s caked on there real good.” he spat, scanning the faces in front of him judgmentally. “Do you know how long it takes me to polish Eleanor off? Shine like that doesn’t come without some serious elbow grease lemme tell you”, he said, eyebrows arching menacingly. There was silence. “...and it was all sort of spread around and...urgh...guys. This is not ok. Yoghurt is for enjoying as a healthy snack, not for vandalism” Steve’s forehead creased, his whines falling on disbelieving ears. “Man, are you sure it was yogurt?” Sam said, reluctant amusement colouring his voice, “kinda sounds like someone used Eleanor as a fu-” Loki coughed softly, rising from his seat with fingers poised on the tabletop. He threw you a subtle glance as your eyes widened in alarm. “If I may be so bold, captain…” he purred diplomatically, “It seems that your distress may be caused by something as simple as a case of mistaken identity." He paused, as Rogers straightened; giving him the nod to continue. Loki returned the gesture politely, fixing his stare on the eyes of their leader. "You all know my brother is known to enjoy a fromage fraise on his daily stroll. Perhaps a mischievous animal procured the doubtless ill-disposed carton and made host of your 'Eleanor', to enjoy his feast. A racoon, perhaps...” he intonated as Thor nodded in agreement, looking around the room to garner support. Loki’s eyes fluttered to you, your cheeks burning as he towered above the others in his leathers. God, he was so handsome. No-one had any right to be so attractive at this time on a Sunday. It was a valiant effort from your lover, but not even Steve could possibly believe that a racoon was the culprit instead of the god mischief edging you to within an inch of sanity, blowing his load so heavily it caused all this. He said he’d taken care of it. Smug bastard. “And to your point, Wilson…” Loki turned, raising his eyebrows towards Sam, his irises flashing with warning, “I’m sure our esteemed captain knows the difference between yogurt and other gelatinous biological substances. Isn’t that right, Rogers?”

Rogers had no idea what he was talking about, but it sure sounded like he should nod. He nodded. “Excellent. Shall we?” Loki gestured to the door, a stampede of bodies following his unauthorised instruction as Steve huffed at the head of the table. “A racoon.” he muttered distractedly, “I shoulda known…”

The god watched as the group began to disperse back to bedrooms on various levels, disenchanted moans of farewell echoing around the high ceilings and shiny floors. “Nice work in there, RG.” Tony said hoarsely, smacking him on the shoulder by the elevator. “Mmm. Something to remember for my upcoming review, perhaps...” Loki murmured, as Stark nodded through a burp. “Listen, I’m pretty sure I’m about to hurl any moment. Hey, I might pay 'Eleanor' a visit…” Tony said smugly, before his eyes clouded over and he turned abruptly towards the bathrooms. Loki leant forward to press the elevator button, feeling warm skin brush lightly against his fingertips on the hand by his side. “Hello pet.” he murmured, staring up at the numbers slowly ticking down. “That was quite a play in there. Steve’s on the phone to pest control as we speak.” you muttered; eyes focused on the elevator numbers descent. The temptation was too much. Your gazes met, closed smiles spreading across your faces as you fought back laughter. The doors opened and Loki grabbed your hand, pulling you inside and pushing you gently against the wall. “Do you see the trouble you cause, darling?” he growled, running a hand down your neck, his thumb grazing your windpipe, “the poor captain will be busy polishing away for hours…” You giggled, stifled as Loki’s frame enveloped you; pushing your jaw up with both hands to meet his ravenous kiss. “Loki…” you gasped, “it’s only been thirty minutes, you can’t be serious you-”

He cut you off as his tongue pressed further into your mouth, the faint taste of your cum still on his lips, “I’m deadly serious, lovely one. And I know just where we can go. The one place I know for sure we won’t be witnessed.” He pressed another button and in moments, you had arrived. You stepped out into the warm morning light flooding through the windows of the bar, sunlight dazzling off empty bottles neatly stacked on the marble counter. You walked to the window, peering out at the skyline as the pink sunrise blanketed the gleaming towers of Manhattan. “Are you still feeling sentimental?” Loki whispered, warm breath fanning your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you back against him, the feeling of his thick leather tunic against your tight t-shirt maddeningly sexual. Your hips gyrated, pushing your ass wantonly back to his frame. A low hum rumbled behind you. It had begun. “So which are you now, darling? My sentimental-kitten, or my little god-slut?” You moaned at the vibration of his dirty whispers in your ear. How did he have such a power over you? It was obscene. “Is it possible to be sentimental as you fuck me against this window?” you said coyly, enjoying his look of surprise from the corner of your eye. “I mean...it’s possible, I’m sure” he purred thoughtfully, brushing your hair to the side. “But I fear I have stumbled across you here in this secluded corner of enemy lines for a different purpose...”

You shivered as his fingers trailed the skin of your neck, feeling a chill as your clothes vanished beneath his magical touch. His voice had darkened, sensing your compliance. It was going to be one of those kind of fucks. “What were you thinking about in that conference room hmm?” Loki circled you, gently taking your wrist and placing it against the glass. “Were you thinking of how easily I could expose us? Did you want me to, pet?” his fingers ran down your ribs, ghosting over your breast. Your breath hitched as his finger pinched your nipple, a sharp moan squeezing from your lips. “Did you wish me to reveal how you swallowed my thick cock on the very spot where Natasha laid her pretty head? How you sucked me until I spilled myself down that delicious throat…” his fingers massaged your collarbone from behind as your head dropped forward, before he appeared at your side, one finger under your chin. “If I slip my fingers between those tempting thighs, will I find a fresh slick of needy juices to play with?” Loki sneered with amusement, tracing the lines of your ass with his finger. “Did you want to rip this tunic from my body, were you thinking about the naughty god-slut duties you wished to fulfil?”

His voice was low, calm. The same, but different. You felt your breaths grow heavier as he paced a semi-circle around you with precision. “Did you crave for every one of those fools to bear witness to your loyalty to me, darling?” The question hung in the air as he raised your other arm by the wrist, placing it spread on the glass. “Yes...” you whispered. Loki didn’t let this side of him out to play often, but when he did; it was theatre. You thought of the significance of this room every time you were in it. How you’d heard he strode across the floor, sceptre in hand, an army at his back and the single-minded belief of domination in his altered heart. You’d seen the photographs, the hard glint in his eyes un-softened by trust or affection. The same look he was wearing now. And the same leathers. “Say my name” he muttered slowly, as he ran his hands down your back, over your waist. His fingers gripped your naked hips as he pulled your wet pussy back against the leather panel, brushed aside to expose his stiff cock. Thick boots met your ankles firmly, nudging them wider. The boots. You’d forgotten about the boots. Loki’s torso pressed to your back, bending to kiss your spine as you keened into him, “Say.my.name.” he growled. Your forearms collapsed against the glass as you moaned it again and again, feeling every inch of his hard length enter you slowly you as your lips praised him, begged for his attention. Loki. He groaned as he bottomed out, a sound akin to pain that told you he needed this. It wasn’t just the sex. It was the power. “Can you see all the people down there pet? Do you want them all to know whose slut you are?” he murmured, bringing a hand to rest above yours on the glass as he thrust effortlessly into you. You were edging forward, breath misting the clear surface as the street below hummed with morning traffic.

“Do you want the world to know you’re one god’s whore, little thing?” he spat, thrusts coming thick and fast as you felt the walls of your pussy tighten with every word he uttered. “You’re so good for me, so obedient. I think I’ll keep you. Would you like that?” You shuddered, words tumbling from your tongue as Loki of Asgard owned you completely against the glass. “Loki...I’ll obey you, anything you say I lo-...you own me, kneel for you Loki...always...my king...uhhhh” You heard him moan with approval behind you, a coming climax clenching unstoppably in the tops of your thighs as he pressed you fully against the glass. Your hands were sprawled to either side, grasping fruitlessly for purchase as his fingers played with your clit. A cheek slid against the cool surface with every harsh flick of his hips, the glass misting with every breath. “Come for me, plaything.” he snarled, the darkness of his voice making you weak against his leather-clad chest, “I want to feel your pretty cunt sing for me. Let me feel how ripe you are for my seed; how desperate you are to be ruled.” Your brow furrowed as you hit the plateau, gliding towards the precipice with New York traffic humming sixty-five floors below. Loki’s thrusts were erratic, his strangled voice laced with menace edging through heavy moans. “You pledged your allegiance, darling. Now prove it.” You came with a deep, broken moan of his name, the only word you could remember. Against the glass, you pushed back to the base of his solid length as he released a thunderous groan over your shoulder, riding you to the last. “Godddds...Y/N” he groaned, filling you one final time to the hilt as he jolted several times to a stop. The sound of your combined breaths filled the space, fogging the view. He slid his cock from your channel, spinning you around and cupping your face as your clothing gracefully re-appeared. A mildly apologetic smile flickered at his dimples, the warmth in his eyes returning. Your hand wrapped around the leather strap slung across his chest, pulling him towards you as your back hit the glass. Loki bent to kiss you, his soft tongue caressing yours; melting his heavenly lips into your skin against the backdrop of the city he had once tried to destroy. “Follow me, darling.” he whispered, stepping back. It was time to go. His chin was lowered, his eyes piercingly beautiful in the reflected pink skies as he observed you carefully, extending his hand. You would do anything for him, you realised. Anything he asked. Fuck.

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mcufan72 · 1 year

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Please give it back to me

Loki x fem! Reader

18+?/fluff/some jealousy/some arguing/some angst/adult themes/reader needs to get a little louder ...and fluff. No books or other items got harmed!

Two days.

Two days now.

For two days you were searching now. You were absolutely sure where you had seen it for the last time, yesterday in the morning. But it wasn't there anymore. You had looked for it in the whole apartment: in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bedroom, in the bathroom…you had looked for it in every corner, cupboard, closet, in the wall of bookshelves, even in the fridge but you hadn't found it.

You were so unhappy that you had lost it, it was a catastrophe and as if it wasn't enough, Loki hadn't spoken to you for two days now. He seemed to avoid seeing or meeting you. It wasn't that you saw each other every minute of a day, you both had your responsibilities and work to do but the evenings and nights belonged only to you and Loki. It was always the best time of the day when you both cuddled up in your bed under your snuggly blankets, skin to skin and talking and laughing together and enjoying some passionate lovemaking. Every night you fall asleep in each other's arms but last night you didn't sleep. Not only because you had lost an important treasure it was also because of Loki's absence in your shared bed. It just makes your desperation worse.

Why didn't he want to see you anymore? What have you done wrong? Today you met him in the hallway during your teatime break and the only thing you got from him were some despising looks and he just went past you. But you needed to talk to him, it was urgent, very urgent.

After you had finished work you returned to your shared apartment and looked forward to a hot shower and some food…and a clarifying conversation with Loki. You needed to know why he was so pissed off and why he didn't sleep together with you in the bedroom. You entered the living room and found him sitting on the sofa, reading a book. He didn't even look at you or said hello.

"Good evening, Lo baby "

" — "

"Can we talk, please?"

" — "

Loki put his book aside and pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans and slammed it onto the table, giving you the evil eye. He took his hand away and you saw what you had been looking for for the last two days. You were overly happy when you saw it.

"Oh thanks to the Norns, you have found it, you have no idea —"

"Since when?"

"When what?"

"When did you stop loving me?"

"Loki! Seriously? I never stopped lov—"

"Or is there another man?"

"Another…what?"

"Don't play coy with me, princess …since when? Tell me!"

"I don't know what—"

"Don't make a fool out of me, do you really think I wouldn't find out?"

"I beg your pardon? What are you talki—"

"Stop it! Why y/n? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you remember what I said to you the day I married you?"

"Of course, I do, how could I forge—"

"And yet you did it!"

"I did what? I just—-"

"You pulled it off your finger and you just left it! Without further thinking!"

Loki rose from the sofa, took your wedding ring off the table and held it in front of your nose.

"At our wedding, I begged you to never put it off your finger without my knowledge and if yet you do it, our relationship would end."

You wanted to take your ring from his hand to put it back on your finger but Loki made it vanish with a twist of his hand.

"Please give it back to me, Lo, I was just—"

"You don't need it anymore...obviously. I haven't removed mine from my finger for a single day, it's the sign of my never-ending love and devotion for you and you know how important it is for me that you are wearing your ring, you're mine and this ring is one of the signs for the fact that you belong to me …"

And he talked and talked and gradually you got mad because he didn't give you a chance to explain everything to him.

"DAMN LOKI ! " you slammed his leather-bound book onto the table with a loud bang to get his attention.

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME… you stubborn God of why-should-I-listen-to-my -wife-and-in-general-I-do-what -I-want!"

He stopped talking immediately and crossed his arms in front of his chest, releasing an annoyed huff.

"Okay…I'm listening."

"Do I have your attention now?" you asked him, more quietly again.

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Hm."

"Have you finished throwing tantrums?"

"Hm, yes."

"Are you sure?" you teased him.

He nodded.

"I need your words, hubby !" and you smiled mischievously at him and closed the distance between you two.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Fine! First of all, I assure you, I'm still in love with you and there's no other man, absolutely not. You are the love of my life and nothing will ever change that. Am I understood?"

"Yes, my Lady!"

"Good!"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him.

"Second, I had to pull the ring off my finger because it was swollen and hurting. Is this acceptable to you?"

"Yes, … but why was your finger swollen?" He furrowed his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Did you get hurt?" Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his voice full of concern now.

"Nooo…"

"Tell me, love, why did you pull it from your finger?"

"As I said, my finger was hurting from the pressure and I forgot to put it on again because I got so excited after I had taken the test…"

"Test? Excited? About what?"

"Oh, ahhmm…about my pregnancy, and I wanted to tell you about it immediately but forgot to put my ring on again and I couldn't find you and when I thought about my ring again, I returned to the bathroom and it was gone…I felt so bad about it, I looked for it everywhere…"

"Oohh, okay so you had looked for me, I came home, I couldn't find you but I found your ring in the bathroom and put it into my pocket…because I thought you wanted to leave me and…wait what?...wait…what did you say?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"What do you mean, Lo?" A bright smile appeared on your face.

"Test? Pregnancy? You are…?" he said breathlessly when the realization hit him.

"Yessss, I am!" and your smile got even brighter.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, we become parents, Lo!"

He made you wrap your legs around his waist and whirled you around, you both laughed with joy and he set your feet back to the floor.

"Do you need anything…ah...a blanket…ah a cup of tea…ahh...a massage…no no a warming bottle…" and he ran around like a scared chicken.

You couldn't stop laughing while your husband ran around like this to make you feel comfortable.

Lo, Lo..please stop…I'm fine, I'm just pregnant, not ill " and you still laughed heartily.

He came back to you and pulled you into his embrace again, feelings of guilt written on his face.

"I'm sorry love, I just want to make everything perfect for you now…I'm such a stupid, stubborn idiot sometimes, am I?"

"You are."

"I should've talked to you instead of drawing a false conclusion."

"You should've done it, yes!"

"Will you forgive my inappropriate and stupid behaviour, my love?"

"Under one condition!"

"Which one?"

"I want my wedding ring back…please."

"Of course my love, I'm so sorry. How could I doubt your love for me?"

He held his open palm in front of you and in a shimmer of green your ring appeared in his hand.

"Do you still love me?" he asked you quietly.

"You sweet adorable man. Of course, I still love you. I love your stubbornness, your jealousy, and your possessiveness and I love you for everything else that makes you my Loki. My love for you is unwavering !" and you pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

He placed your wedding band back to your ring-finger. It was a little bit tight now but it still fit.

"Would you allow me to wear it on a necklace if necessary?"

" Of course, my wifey or I'll keep it safe for you until it fits again" and he kissed you long and passionately.

"And I'll take good care of you and our little one, I promise. You have no idea how happy I am " he said gently and a tear escaped his eye.

Sometimes he could be such an idiot and you knew he felt bad about it. And yet you loved him infinitely and Loki was so in love with you and so proud to have you…and soon a baby too.

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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what’s today again?

Ahhh I’ve gone and done it. I wrote a Loki fic. This is my first so please go easy on me. I even went and created my own lil divider because…I mean the tools were there so why not? lol

Inspired by this post

Summary: Thor attempts to wake you up after he finds you asleep on your desk before your boss, Tony Stark, finds you and assumes you’ve been sleeping on the job. You, however, believe that it’s Saturday and nobody will be coming to check whether you’re even in your office. When you tell Thor this, he calls on his brother for help to wake you up.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: mild cursing, Steve and Tony and Bucky giving annoying older brother vibes, mild angst (?) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Lady Y/N," you heard a muffled voice calling you to you, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you. "Did you sleep in this state, Lady Y/N?"

"Mmph," you grumbled. You could barely register the bright glare of sunlight piercing through your closed eyelids. Not harsh enough to sting, but bright enough to know that the day has just begun. You could hear the voice calling to you again, and your waking sleep-addled brain began to recognize that low reverberating grumbling voice as Thor's. What on Earth was he doing waking you up this early on a Saturday?

"Lady Y/N, I suggest you right yourself quickly before Stark comes down here finding you sleeping on your desk. Part of me suspects he won't have care for your late hours, only your current state of rest."

"Dammit, Thor," you mumbled. "It's Saturday, let me rest." You heard him call to someone, as if he was asking for them to back him up.

"Y/N, darling." You felt your spine stiffen at the voice that greeted you. Fuck's sake, Thor, why would you call your brother? you thought to yourself. "Stark will have your pretty little head on a spike if he catches you dozing on your desk. Wake up, little mortal."

"Brother, she believes it's Saturday."

"Norns," he groaned, the resonance of his voice still finding a way to affect you and kick your heart into a flutter despite your drowsy state. "Y/N, it's Thursday."

"My day," Thor quipped.

"That retort got old a thousand years ago, brother," Loki groaned. "Y/N, wake up darling." Your brain began to wake just enough to recognize that his presence was looming just behind you.

"Laufeyson, you're hot, but you're not disrupt my weekend hot." Unfortunately your brain hadn't quite woken up enough to make sure your mouth had a filter quite yet. "Now shush that pretty mouth of yours with the pretty voice and let me sleep."

You could feel him shuffling closer to you, until his head rested lightly against your shoulder, with that pretty mouth right next to your ear. "It's not quite the weekend yet, darling, now wake up."

"Brother, Stark's on his way. She will lose her station with him if he finds her as such."

"Alright, that's it." You felt an arm wrap around your waist and hoist you up to your feet. "Up you go, little mortal."

That woke you up enough for your eyes to shoot open like someone had shot cold water right down your back. You tried to stare daggers at whoever dared wake you up so abruptly, but when your eyes met the piercing blue ones of the god towering over you with his arm still wrapped securely around you, your resolve faltered.

"What gives?" you managed to choke out.

"Is that any way to thank the one who saved you from being, what is it you Midgardians call it again? Fired?" Your eyes widened at his words. "Ah, now I finally have your attention, sweet Y/N." You always have my attention, you impossibly attractive annoying man--god.

"Well if this ain't a party," Tony's voice boomed through your office. "Y/N, you're here early." Then he eyed your current predicament; Loki hadn't released you from his hold yet. "Unless you never left…?" He swayed a pointed figure between you and the god, and the realization of what he was implying dawned on you, making you squirm in the god's arm.

"No! God no. I know better than that, Tony, you know this." They didn't, actually. The entire team, with the exception of the Asgardian gods, all knew about the burning screaming crush you had on the god of mischief. And they took every opportunity to tease you about it when the brothers weren't around to hear. You tried to glare at said god. "Will you let me go, please?"

"Only because you asked nicely, my dear." He then relinquished you from his embrace and you did everything in your power not to pout or react in any way at the loss of contact between you two. Only in the safety of your thoughts would you ever admit that despite the circumstances, you would never complain to waking up the way you did just moments ago: in his arms. Well, arm. But still. With him smiling (smirking, really) down at you. In fact you'd give anything to wake up like that again. Preferably in a bed, with less clothing (like none at all), after a night of--

Stop it, Y/N, you scolded yourself. You cracked your neck and turned to face Tony. "I stayed the night here in my office trying to crack that drive you managed to swipe from the HYDRA camp on your last mission." You looked over his shoulder to see a tall muscular blond enter your office. "Hey, Cap."

"Y/N, pardon my language but you look like crap." You shot him a glare that held a bit more conviction. "Sorry I'm only speaking as a concerned friend, you never know who might run into you looking the way you do." He shifted his eyes not so subtly towards the dark-haired god, making you glare at him some more. "But really, what happened? Did you sleep okay?"

"I happen to think she looked rather ethereal waking up," Loki answered with a smirk, making you shift your death stare his way, to which he only answered with a wink in your direction. "Now I do believe you need to get back to your duties, darling. I'll leave you be. Come, brother."

And just when you thought you were finally free of the chaos he was wreaking on your ever beating heart, he turned around as he reached the door to say, "And I'll be more than glad to remind you what day of the week it is should you ever need it again, my darling mortal." Right before closing the door.

A few moments of silence passed between you, Tony, and Steve, with almost matching teasing looks painted on their faces. You broke the deafening quiet. "Not. A fucking. Word."

"Lang--" You glared at the Captain, and he pursed his lips.

"So back to the drive," you continued, trying your hardest to forget about the last few minutes and go about your day.

The next few days went without incident. Mostly because you made sure to not fall asleep at your desk no matter how late you stayed in your office, and you avoided any area frequented by the Avengers such as the common room, the kitchen, the gym, and in the case of the god you were actually actively trying to avoid, the library.

And everything was going fine. Until you ran into Bucky wearing a shirt that said "It's Friday".

"Wait, hold on, what?" you blurted out, shooting your hand up to stop him, too.

"Yes, dollface?" he teased. He was always a big flirt with you, but both of you were on the same page. It was harmless banter and when neither of you were in a mood, you two actually got along quite well.

"Is it really?" You eyed his shirt and then looked back at him.

"Yeah. Happy weekend," he answered, setting your hand down and walking away.

"Strange," you mumbled to yourself. "Could've sworn it's Tuesday."

"What are you murmuring to yourself, Lady Y/N?" You heard Thor boom. You mentally slapped yourself as you realized you'd walked in a daze and found yourself in the path to the training area. "If it's a grocery list for those delicious treats you made a few weeks back, I would gladly accompany you to the store to retrieve them."

"Thor you're never going with me to the store again. Last time you did, I ended up with a second cart full of boxes of Pop Tarts. And no it's not that. I just ran into Bucky and he said the weirdest thing."

"Tell me."

"He said it was Friday. I could've sworn the week just started yesterday…"

"Norns, not again," you heard a voice grumble before your feet left the ground and you were being walked back into the direction of your office. "It's Tuesday, darling Y/N. Don't let Barnes tell you otherwise."

"Dammit Loki put me down I'm perfectly capable of walking with my own damn legs." He only heeded your words when you were back in your office. You huffed, looking up at him. "And how do I know you're not the one lying to me? Isn't that kind of in your title?"

He grasped your chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I may be the God of Lies, but I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word, my precious little mortal." You felt him press the lightest of kisses against your temple before walking away abruptly, you had to ask yourself if you'd imagined the action. It was only when he was out of your line of sight that you noticed the metal-armed super soldier at the end of the hall, snacking on a plum with a teasing smirk on his face.

You took a moment to compose yourself before pointing at him, and his offending shirt, and mouthing, "I'm burning that."

The rest of the week went by relatively quiet, considering the people you worked around, and you were thrilled to be away from the tower for the duration of the weekend. Not once did Loki's words of "I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word." leave your mind. What did he mean by that exactly?

Not even two days of binge-watching your favorite Netflix series and stuffing your face with your favorites from that Italian place across the street from you took your mind off of his words. And your dreams? Don't even start. Your dreams were an endless replay of the day you woke up in his arm. How he held you. How he kept you pressed to his side until you asked him to back away. How his words before he left almost seemed…flirtatious?

Nah. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be. You were mortal, and the god thought himself above everyone else. And while you wouldn't skip a beat and make a quip about being more than willing to be beneath him, there wasn't any way on this or any of those nine realms they always talked about, in this or any other lifetime, that he would ever even consider being with you. He belonged with someone who could be confused as a deity with their beauty, and you…were definitely not that person. Not even in your wildest, most far-fetched dreams.

You shook yourself out of your lamenting as you walked towards your office on Monday morning, your footsteps slowing as you heard the unmistakable voices of the Asgardian brothers coming from inside your work area once again. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but they were the ones in your space, so it was fair play. Right?

"Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance, brother? Do you wish to court her? Haven't you already enough Midgardian women fawning over your very presence, why need you add her to your collection?" you heard the voice you could only compare to silk reverberate through your office walls. He sounded annoyed, though you couldn't determine if it was towards his brother or…something else. Someone else? You, maybe?

"Because she's my friend, and as sharp and brilliant as her mind might be, she tends to lose herself in her works and passions, Loki. She might not even realize that it's Monday today." Mortification set in as you focused on the last bit of Thor's statement. They must think you a special kind of stupid; you sure did. You couldn't even be quick enough to check your phone or your computer for a confirmation on what day of the week it was; it was a wonder why Stark kept you employed, let alone trusted you to handle half the intelligence that he would send your way.

"I will check her residence." The dark-haired god's words held a conviction that dared anybody to challenge him. "I'll make sure she's here. And safe. You need not accompany me, brother."

"No. I've explained the source of my concern. Lady Y/N is my friend. I do not wish to court her, I only wish to make sure that my friend keeps her station, so that someone that I think the world of and only wish to see happy would be able to bask in her presence."

"What are you on about, you oaf?"

"Why are you here to check on Lady Y/N, Loki? You and her are not friends, you've barely spoken two words to her that don't involve you picking her up like what these mortals call a 'rag doll', and whenever she crosses your path you look as if you're boiling in your own flesh. So let me ask you your own question, brother. Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance?"

"I like her!" His voice was so loud it echoed even in the hall outside your office, freezing you in place. "I think her brilliant, and sharp, yes. But I also think her to be radiant. Beautiful. Precious. I see her so at ease with you and the captain and even Barnes, and all I can think of is what I could possibly do so that she could be like that with me. To hear her laugh at something that I uttered for once instead of your absurdities. To have her embrace me as she does all of you. To--"

"You like me?" How you found the stability to walk the remaining steps to your door, you'd never know, but here you were, face to face with the brother gods, one with the happiest goofiest grin on his face, and the other with wide eyes, lacking in his usual confidence and composure. You walked towards him, ignoring the thundering of your heart in your chest, until he was but a foot away from you. "You told me you've only ever spoken the truth with me. Tell me the truth now. Do you?"

"I do," he breathed out.

"Good," you whispered, finally letting yourself break out into a grin, letting your poorly kept poker face drop. "Because I like you, too."

"I knew it," you heard Thor exclaim, just as you heard his footsteps moving towards your door. "I'll leave you two be. Brother. Lady Y/N."

You heard your door close behind you but you couldn't be bothered to check. The only thing going through your mind was: This is a dream. Nobody ever wake me up.

"My darling Y/N," he started, stepping closer to you and encircling your waist lightly with his arms. "Does this mean that I may court you?"

Unable to hold yourself back, you burst into a fit of giggles and threw your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. "Yes. Absolutely."

When you pulled away, he tucked his hand under your chin and leaned in close. "Mine," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours.

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Lesson Fourteen

Loki continues to try and keep you apart, thinking your feelings have only hindered your chances at freedom. As Thor attempts to get to the bottom of the rift between you, you find the emotional turmoil is having an odd effect on your magic...

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“Do you not have some tonic for the old man?” asked Thor, looking a little panicked as Katja calmed Ivar after another coughing spasming incapacitated him, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed he’d just finished making up for the God of Thunder.

Katja shrugged. “By the time I fetch it, it usually passes.”

Ivar nodded wordlessly, his heaving breaths the only noise coming from him.

Loki stood in the corner of the room, learning against the wall with his ankles crossed, a casual pose clashing against his demeanor, which was uncomfortable at best and radiated bitterness. Thor looked back at him, frowned, and nodded to Ivar.

“I thank you for the hospitality,” Thor responded, “I may not be your Prince anymore, but I assure you that I will seek a way to repay you both for the kindness.”

“Then we will leave you now,” Katja said, bidding them a brief goodnight before helping Ivar to his feet. It took him several moments just to leave the room.

Loki sighed with concern for the elderly Asgardian. Perhaps he isn’t long for this world--

“--Loki,” Thor said sternly as soon as the door was closed, “What is going on?”

He shrugged and lightened his volume in a sad attempt to sound ignorant. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”

“Is there something more than just attacks going on here?” his brother asked. “I may not be as sharp with the ability to notice details as you are, but I felt much tension between you and Y/N today downstairs.”

“Tension!” Loki spat, scoffing and pushing off the wall, pacing in front of the bed. “You’re absolutely wrong, you know.”

Shaking his head with a smile. “Oh, brother dear, you’re so deeply in love I think it’s even missed your sensibilities! Every time she made noises in the kitchen, you perked your head up like an hound scenting his prey! She looked like she wanted to sit in your lap all afternoon! And…by Norns…looking at you now…you’ve made love to her, too…”

He teasingly winked and added after a pause: “Good for you!”

Loki gritted his teeth and turned to the wall. “I thought I was just keeping her close,” he finally began to defend himself. “So that she’d feel comfortable with me.”

Thor cocked his head to the side. “Most people can do that without sex!” But he stopped his lighthearted teasing when he saw how it was affecting Loki. “But it did more to your heart than hers?”

Loki shook his head. “I think Freyja has whispered in both of our ears. The only difference is that Y/N had the courage to confess it.”

Thor’s eyes widened. “You haven’t told her how you feel?”

“Well, look at everything going on around us!” Loki suddenly barked, breaking the dam at last and letting all of his words spill into the room at once. “A monstrous group of fanatic sheep are trying to complete the genocide of our people, with only a bitchy she-king, an untrained death mage, and a former aid to that very genocide--”

“--stop it--”

“--constantly threatening us from our own doorstep! Meanwhile, the Fury is breathing down our backs with execution if we fail to not only quell the threat but fail to bring our reaper friend into line, which, in my mind--which happens to be VERY sharp!--somewhat contradicts the order of defending the village, doesn’t it? All while I can’t stand to tear my eyes from her when she isn’t looking back at me! She depends on me for guidance, and my Norns her hair shines in the sun like a mirror, every word she speaks is for my benefit, and it sickens me to think how beneath me I am, and how little she suspects that the only reason that this village and it’s people are no longer living in luxury on Asgard is--”

“--Loki!” Thor put a firm hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop his pacing and venomous train of thought. His naturally-strong grip nearly bruised Loki’s shoulder. “I’ve told you already, it was determined by the Uhn that you were not ultimately at fault!”

“By the what?” Loki asked quietly.

“Huh?”

“You said ‘by the Uhn’?”

“The council in New York? The big building with the flags where they formally gave you clemency?”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes. “The U-N. United Nations, brother.”

Thor smiled and laughed at his own silliness. “Now there’s the Loki I remember before it all.”

“Before it all began…” Loki repeated, summoning memories before Thor was tempted to attack Jotunheim many years ago. “...the careless days of our youth are over.”

The God of Thunder nodded in agreement. “Doesn’t mean adventures still don't await us. They just take a different shape!”

“Such as?”

Thor shrugged. “Well, once I go back to New York, I was thinking of going off into space for a bit. There’s a group of travelers who have one human among them. I’m not sure how effective they are at guarding galaxies, but the human man wants more muscle on his team. They were at S.H.I.E.L.D. recently reporting some minor threat that turned out to simply be the man hallucinating on the Asgardian mead I gave him. I sometimes forget that Midgardian livers can’t stand up to our liquors!”

Loki sank onto the bed. “You’re leaving?”

Thor sat beside him. “You sound like a child being sent to boarding school. It’s an adventure! I’ll always come back.”

The trickster twisted his lip. “I suppose you are about to say that Y/N is my next adventure?”

Thor rolled his eyes. “I’m not entirely made of cliches, brother! But…yes.”

His little brother was quiet for a moment. “Very well. I’ll speak to her and clear the air.”

The blonde was dissatisfied with the brief, cold answer, but he chose to accept it. “Good, now let’s both get some rest. We have a lot of work ahead of us once you both choose to see reason.”

“And what is ‘reason’ in this case, Thor?” Loki asked as he got up from the bed, headed to the doorway, and stood in the threshold another second. “Falling for someone who can end your life if she blinks at you with malice?”

He shook his head as he laid himself partially supine on the bed, kicking up his feet (boots still on) and folding his arms behind his head as he leaned against the pillows. “I bet it adds to the thrills in the bedroom!” he jested with a wink.

The younger Prince sighed. “Thor, you’re a muscle-bound lout with a heart of gold and a brain of gruel. You fit more cliches than a romance novel.”

“Brunnhilde! I need help!” you moaned, walking into her training gym the following morning, so early that she herself was barely awake and ready to warm up.

“What is it?” she replied with a groan of equal negativity. “I’m hungover.”

“When are you not hungover? Come on!” you said, exasperated, running up to her and grabbing her wrist with such strength even the strong Asgardian was yanked along with you.

Your heart was pounding painfully against your ribs in panic as you led the King to a vine growing along a trellis against the wall of her cabin. “Look!” You tried summoning your power, but nothing was forming. Desperately, you began attempting to find the energy inside to make your morbid mist reveal itself. You pushed, pulled, and cried out, but it was no use. Gripping the vine so tightly you nearly ripped the stem, and nothing was happening to the vine. “I can’t kill it! I can’t!”

Brunnhilde shrugged, looking annoyed but also amused at your distress. “Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that what we’ve been trying to do the whole time? To suppress it?”

You heard Loki’s rich, smooth voice in your mind, repeating the things he’d said about embracing who you were, including your powers.

“No,” you said, a realization finally hitting you after months of practice and meditation: your gifts were bound to every cell of your body. You were feeling lost, alone, and heartbroken. Perhaps it was like falling sick. Until whatever was happening between you was solved, it seemed that your magic was suppressed.

“I know what this is,” you added. “I need to speak to Loki--”

“--I’m listening.”

You looked, stunned, at Brunnhilde, whose voice changed drastically. A moment later, her form began to dissolve into Loki’s with green mist. “Her Worship is attending to matters down by the docks. I didn’t think you’d care to seek me out so quickly, but I know you have lessons with her this morning.”

You scoffed. “So quickly? It’s been four whole days since the funeral,” you said sharply. “You don’t think I’ve been waiting for you to come for me all this time?!”

Loki looked offended. “And you don't think I’ve been off attempting to make sense of all of this?”

“A good teacher would’ve told his student if he was planning to mess with her heart, Loki,” you said firmly. Suddenly, you felt your cheeks go hot and the first of the tears fall, so you quickly pivoted on your toes and made a break for the door. You knew you had to get out of there before you became any more vulnerable in front of him.

How dare he? How DARE he trick you so?

“Y/N! Please wait!” he called behind you, but you were much faster, at least in the moment. You were able to put a little distance between you by running up through the village and ducking behind a small shack.

As you held your hand to your chest, as if doing so could still your heart, you hyperventilated and began to blink down more tears, which seared the side of your face, leaving hot trails of emotion running down your cheeks. Your embarrassment at how you were seconds away from pouring your heart out, along with being startled by Loki’s trick

Loki was calling from further down the path, but another noise found its way to your ear first. It was the sound of sobbing, much higher and softer than yours, and it made you instantly still yourself in order to hear it with more clarity.

A child was sitting in an upright fetal position at the other end of the wall you leaned against, a young boy, sobbing into his knees. He took a minute to realize you were there. You knew Asgardians aged at a different rate than humans, but in Midgardian years, this child was easily no more than six.

“Are you okay?” you asked stupidly, realizing that if the kid was crying, clearly he wasn’t well.

He looked sadly and pointed down at his feet, where you finally noticed the corpse of a rather large cat, fluffy with brown and gray fur, an animal clearly built for the outdoors, or was before he died just now.

“That’s your cat?”

The boy nodded quietly. “Juni died.”

“I can see that. Was she sick?”

He shrugged bashfully. “She was..was…my best friend.”

Your entire heart went out to him at that moment. He clearly hadn’t braced himself for this moment, and a child of six shouldn’t have had to mourn the loss of his best friend alone.

I wish there was something I could do, you thought as you kneeled down in front of the boy, getting a better look at the dead cat. She looked much like one you knew from home.

Push!

A new voice commanded something in your ear, startling you and making you fall backwards onto the dirt.

The boy looked up again, this time confused and curious.

You looked again at the dead cat.

PUSH!

You had no idea who the voice was, but you were beginning to feel the energy under you from those buried under the soil throbbing as it pulsed up your legs and radiated around your body. The dead were encouraging you to act again, just as they had on the roof last week.

You brought your hands together and placed them on the cat’s head. Snapping your eyelids shut tightly, you began to hear the voices grow to a shout.

PUSH! GIVE YOURSELF! HARDER!

Obeying the voices, you concentrated on forcing all of your energy into your palms, as if preparing to inject life into the animal. The boy curled up onto his ankles to watch.

Your body went hot, pain shot up your skin like bolts of lightning, but thin as hypodermic needles. You screeched in agony as you trembled so violently that the boy, frightened, got to his feet and backed away several feet.

You could no longer see, darkness was all before you, but the electric heat finally wriggled free of your palm, and you felt a light so hot and a pulse so heavy hit you like a bomb, throwing you onto your back, all but unconscious.

“Juni!” cried the boy, his voice gleeful, indicating your success.

Suddenly, a wave of drunkenness fell over you. You couldn’t see anything but moving shapes and colors. Your sense of balance and strength was gone, and you’d developed an instant fever, causing the sweat to replace the trails on your face where tears had been moments ago. It was all you could do to begin to crawl away and try to find an adult before you passed out entirely.

You were able to make out a large pair of familiar black boots running toward you, and another voice (this time from above ground) calling out to you, distressed. “Y’N! Love! Y/N!”

You couldn’t make sense of English. Instead, you felt the vague sensation of being thrown over a hard, strong shoulder and carried away.

What felt like hours later, but was only about fifteen minutes, your brain began to recalibrate, and you found yourself lying on your back on the sofa back in the basement, just as Loki was pulling a blanket up to your chin, despite the late-spring warmth leaking in through the open window.

Thor came bounding in just as you blinked your eyes back into full focus. His was loud and brash, and Loki had to nearly check him back into the stairwell in order to stabilize him. “Too much,” he whispered, and Thor nodded gently, quickly calming down.

“I saw you carrying her!” he said.

“All is well, go back to chucking hammers with Her Worship,” Loki said quickly, putting up a defensive hand. “She needs quiet…and we have much to discuss once she wakes.”

“Alright then,” Thor replied, hanging his head and turning to go again.

Once Thor went back up the stairs and closed the door behind him, Loki turned back and knelt beside the sofa again as you stirred. “She’s already awake,” you said.

“I knew it, naturally. That’s why I got rid of Thor,” Loki answered, smiling gently and running a palm over your forehead, hot and damp with fever. “How are you feeling?”

You groaned lowly. Your head roared. “Like shit. Did you see--?”

Loki nodded. “Yes, and I was astounded. You never fail to amaze me.”

You shook your head. “Now, that’s a lie.”

He bit his lip awkwardly. “Maybe we should wait until you have some tea to discuss this.”

“No, I want to discuss it now,” you insisted, beginning to maneuver yourself into a sitting position. Loki aided you after you began struggling, much to your chagrin. Once you were propped against your pillows, you sighed. “I feel so heavy,” you added.

“You resurrected a creature more than four times the size of a field mouse,” your teacher informed you. “I’m surprised you are conscious.”

“They told me to,” you said softly.

“They?”

“The dead, the buried,” you said. “I know it makes me sound like a head case, Loki, but they told me to push and revive the cat.”

He nodded, taking a moment to absorb the new piece of information. “Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he whispered.

“What?”

He shook his head. “Perhaps we can talk about that later. For now, I was thinking we were going to sort out something else.”

Nodding, you frowned. “I’m not going to pretend what we’re doing isn’t incredibly dumb,” you said. “But so is going up against S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki, we need each other. Surely you feel that?”

You felt a wave of satisfaction soothe your headache as he nodded in the affirmative. “So what holds you back? Your past?”

Loki barely whispered, his natural baritone going even lower, “Yes.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled an arm out from under the covers, laying it gently on his cheek. “None of it matters here with me. You know that.”

“But it isn’t just that,” he added. “Do you know how many times I’ve escaped and run away from death?”

“I’ve heard tales of you evading the Grim Reaper,” you answered.

“Well, try finding love in your primary enemy’s body,” he said. “Magic reacts not only within oneself, but to other magics around it. I’ve spent my entire life running, tricking, escaping the inevitable, that it’s like attempting to bring two magnets together at the same pole,” he explained. “To love you is not possible, and yet here I am…”

“So, it’s a case of your heart saying yes, but your body saying no,” you stated as you ran a thumb briefly over Loki’s lip. He swiftly scooped your hand into his and raised your knuckles to his lips. The small-yet-sweeping gesture made your heart flutter.

He smiled. “Yes. That is what is causing my aversion. You’re very intuitive.”

“And how do we quell it so we can be together?” you asked.

Loki stifled another sad sigh. “I’m afraid it can’t--”

“--Y/N?” a steady-yet-soft voice called from the door, which you hadn’t noticed had been opened. It was Katja. She looked pale and sorrowful, but didn’t step further into the basement, as if time was of the essence.

“What is it?” you asked, perking up at her presence.

“It’s Ivar,” she said sadly.

Loki’s shoulders dropped. “What is it?”

“It’s…it’s his time, but he lingers,” Katja informed you quickly. “He’s asked for you, Y/N.”

“Me? Why me?” you asked, confused and instantly hit with another wall of sadness at the news.

Clearly, Loki had put two-and-two together instantly. “May we have just a moment?” Katja gave Loki a nod and went back upstairs without answering you.

Loki squeezed your hand, looking like a stoic face attempting to mask oncoming bad news.

Your questions got more frantic, more anxious as you threw off the blanket and set your feet on the floor, the quick movement sending your brain into a fuzz. Loki firmly put a hand on your shoulder and pushed back, so that at the very least you were lying against the back of the sofa.

“You won’t be going anywhere until you can handle yourself,” he said sternly, Professor Loki appearing for the first time in a while, making other parts of your body begin to flutter in sync with your racing heart.

“But What did she mean? Ivar is dying? He wants to say goodbye?”

He looked at you with tender, protective concern, as well as regret at his new task of informing you of your assignment: “I believe he is asking for your services, my dear.”

“My services? What services?”

Then it hit you.

“No.”

“He needs it.”

“No!”

“Y/N, he is languishing!”

“NO! LOKI, DON’T MAKE ME DO IT! PLEASE!!” You shrieked, covering your face with your hands. The instability of your emotional state had brought back your magic, and it was thickly rotating around your hands and arms. Of all the times and ways for it to return! Now there’s no excuse…

Loki fell onto the sofa beside you, scooping you against his chest, rocking you gently back and forth and running fingers through your hair as you repeatedly chanted “No! I won’t kill him! No!” knowing perfectly well that no matter how hard you protested, you would be upstairs in moments, making your first house call, bringing Ivar to his permanent rest.

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