#man... Loki got a glow down

[wheredafandomat]

Blood Lust

Written by @wheredafandomat and @simplyholl 🖤

Welcome to Whore-O-Ween everyone!!

Summary: You're sent to live with Father Laufeyson who is known for his work with wayward young ladies. But all is not as it seems.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Blasphemy. Loki going down on you while you're bleeding. Loss of virginity. Masturbation. Voyeurism.

W/C: 3K

Part of the Whore-O-Ween Spooktacular

The glow of the candlelight flickered. You stood to place another log on the fire. You were locked in your room for the third time this week. Since you had come of age, the young men of the village had taken notice of you.

Now you were twenty years old, and your family was desperate to marry you off. But you had gained a reputation among the village. You were to marry the innkeeper’s son, Jonathon. But his family broke the engagement once word got to them.

You had been seen with two men alone. This was all so silly. You had never even been kissed. You were saving everything for your husband, like any devout girl would.

Your father walked in, taking the wood from you, and placing it on the dying flames. “Daughter, you know there has been talk of your sins around the village. I cannot wed you to any of the young men. Even old Mr. Smith wouldn’t accept my offer for your hand.”

Your breakfast threatened to come back up at the mention of him. He was a strange, bald man who lived a few houses down. His wife had died of influenza years ago, and he never remarried.

“Harvey told me about a priest who takes in young girls who find themselves in trouble. He will pray over you and reform you until you are ready to come home. He lives two towns over. His name is Father Laufeyson. I sent him a letter asking him to take you. His reply came this morning, and he agreed. Pack your belongings. We will make the journey when the sun rises tomorrow.”

When you arrive, you notice Father Laufeyson’s house looks more like a castle from your storybooks than the cottages you were used to. That’s probably why it was tucked away far into the woods, away from the other houses.

Two people stood outside the large house waiting for you. One was Father Laufeyson. The first thing you notice is how handsome he is. You blush, God forgive me for thinking inappropriately, especially about a man of the cloth you silently pray.

The other was a tall brunette woman. She appeared to be a few years older than you. She beamed, walking toward you. She pulls you in for a hug, “I’m Esther.” You introduce yourself, returning the hug. She takes your hand, leading you into your new home.

That night at dinner, the three of you talked like old friends. You were starving, you notice Father Laufeyson doesn’t eat much. He just sips his red wine, listening to you and Esther chatter.

The following morning you change into your best church dress, meeting him and Esther downstairs. You and Esther take a seat in the front of the church. You look at the congregation, taking note that it’s mostly women. How unusual you thought.

Where were their husbands, brothers, and fathers? You shrug it off. Church was the only place a lady could go without the company of a man. You carefully watch Father Laufeyson as he begins the service.

There was something off about him, but you couldn’t place it. It could be that you were attracted to him. That had to be it. The priest in your village was old when you were born. You just weren’t used to priests being this young. After church, he took you and Esther on a picnic for lunch. You two ate the delicious sandwiches he prepared, but he refused saying he wasn’t hungry.

You had free reign of the house except for Father Laufeyson’s room. All three of you had rooms on the same floor. Yours and Esther’s were beside each other, making it easy for late night talks. His was down the hall.

It had been four weeks since you first arrived. You liked it better with each passing day. You could take walks along the property. You could read all day, if you liked. He had quite the extensive library.

You wake up in the middle of the night when you hear Esther cry out. You leave your room, candle in hand walking toward the noise. You stop at Father Laufeyson’s room. The door is ajar just enough to peek inside. You see Esther against the wall, head thrown back in ecstasy, legs wrapped around his waist. He thrusts up into her. You gasp, covering your mouth when he looks toward the door.

You know you should leave, but you stay glued to your spot, never taking your innocent eyes off of them. Esther moans when his hand moves between them under her dress. He gathers her hair off her neck, pale face leaning down toward her.

The candlelight in his room shines on his face, putting a spotlight on his long fangs sinking into the side of her neck. He feeds on her slowly as she slumps in his arms. You press your hand harder to your mouth to stifle your cries. Tears streak down your face as you run back to your room.

You had heard about vampires before. Your village and the surrounding ones were once overrun with them. The pale beasts were all destroyed. But here you are living with one who disguised himself as a man of God.

You keep replaying what you saw over and over. He bit Esther, but she seemed to be enjoying it. You feel an unfamiliar ache between your legs from thinking about it. You run your hand up your thigh to your core. You were most likely going to die by the hands of the handsome vampire. You might as well experience a little pleasure before you do. You would beg for God’s forgiveness later. Your fingers swipe through your untouched folds, taking the slick arousal to your clit.

You move clumsily, hesitating at first. Then you imagine Father Laufeyson holding you against that wall, his teeth on your neck. You shake as your very first orgasm hits you. The following morning, it’s just you and the fake priest. “Father, where is Esther? Is she unwell?” You ask him, studying his face for a change in demeanor.

“She’s well. Her family came back for her before daylight. She went to your room to tell you goodbye, but you were sleeping so soundly, she didn’t want to wake you.” You put on your best fake smile. Esther was dead, and the beast before you killed her. You tried to avoid him as much as possible in the following days.

But you had to dine with him, even if he didn’t eat. You still had to attend church with him. Other than that, you stayed hidden in your room. You were terrified of him, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him. You spent your nights with your hand under your nightgown or humping your pillow thinking of him.

It was shameful, but you couldn’t stop. You felt so guilty after making yourself cum twice in one night, you got down on your knees, praying for forgiveness, begging for it. That night, you dreamt that you drove a stake through his heart, ending this misery. You took it as a sign from God. This is what you were meant to do.

Father Laufeyson took you into town. You waited until he went into the store, and you walked to the woodworker’s shop. You commissioned an oak stake. They looked at you like you had lost your mind. They told you the last of the vampires had been destroyed long ago. But the coins Laufeyson gave you put food on the table for their families.

You had to wait three long weeks before he took you into town again. When you got the chance, you went to retrieve the weapon. That night, you decided it was time. You couldn’t live with him anymore, not after knowing what he is. You had to fulfill your purpose. You knew he was at the church preparing his sermon for the next morning. You ran the whole way there, heart racing.

You stepped inside cautiously, trying to ignore the chill of the air telling you to turn back around, to run away. But you couldn’t. Your feet carried you forward, surprisingly confident, unlike yourself. Confidence, that’s what you needed, what you tried to embody, that was your protection against the pale beast.

You flinched as a jolt of lightning shone through the church, lighting everything in a quick spark of chrome before you were in darkness again, except for a few candles. You knew you had to act as if nothing was wrong, as if you didn’t know. Survival was only guaranteed that way.

“Y/N.” You took a deep breath hearing your name fall from his lips in a honeyed utterance. “Father.” You greeted him, the faux priest, as you stepped towards him. “Come, child.” He gestured to the organ, prompting you to follow him. “Sit.” You fought to keep your breathing steady as you approached him, biting your lip to stop it from trembling as you observed him.

You were told that his kind would perish in a place like this, that they would burn. But here he was making a mockery of God, wearing an idle collar and parading around untouchable. But not after tonight. Many times, you had shared this seat with him, ignoring the cold that his presence brought, ignoring the call to sin when he looked at you, emerald green eyes boring into yours.

Tonight was different, you couldn’t relax. “What ails you?” He questioned, lifting his hand and stroking a key with one of his dexterous fingers. “I believe I may have found my calling.” You answered, taking a deep breath as you raised one of your fingers onto the keys. “Your calling” He repeated almost questioningly. “Other than to serve your god?” My God?” “God.” He corrected. “Yes, I believe he has asked me to serve Him in another way.” You continued, both of you gently playing a familiar tune.

“Pray tell, what is this other way? What is this newfound calling?” “I must protect this Earth.” You stated, using your free hand to clutch the weapon in your pocket. “From what?” He questioned, turning to look at you with a small smirk. “From me?” “What?” You gasped, trying to keep your breaths even. “Do you really think a piece of oak would be enough to stop me?” He snickered.

“I mean honestly” He continued, leaning towards you, his mouth dangerously close to your neck as you froze. “You underestimate me.” He noted coyly, reaching around you, grabbing the cross stake from your other hand. “No!” You cry, still frozen in fear as he threw it across the room. “On the contrary, I do believe you have another calling.” He stated, standing before stepping behind you.

“A more carnal one.” He continued; his voice sharp in your ear as he leaned over you. “I mean you serve a man no more virtuous than yourself” He paused as you gasped. “I’ve read the books.” He cut you off. “You serve a man no more virtuous than yourself, yet you reap no rewards.”

“I will be rewarded with an eternity in His kingdom.” You spat. “How about a night in mine?” He smirked against your ear, causing you to spin around. “You’d never admit it, but you’ve sinned more than me.” “Don’t you dare say that!” “You think I don’t know you touch yourself thinking about me, yearning for me, even after you found out exactly who I am, what I am?”

“S-stop.” You stuttered. “Grinding against your pillow, moaning my name. Oh! It’s music to my ears.” He cheered. “I’m offering you a night of sin, a night with me.” He proclaimed. “I won’t judge you. I welcome your debauchery. I’ll cherish your moans. I’ll reward your praise.” “St-stop it.” You continued to stutter, clenching your thighs together.

“Burn with me, Y/N, just for tonight.” He whispered, leaning closer to you, his lips brushing against yours as you close your eyes. “I’ve never been touched.” You emitted nervously; eyes still closed. “I know, but you want to be. It’s what you have spent so long desiring.” He spoke against your lips, one of his hands ghosting down your body as your breath hitched.

He didn’t have to push your legs apart; they were already gapped from your quick spin around. You inhaled sharply as you felt him cup your sex, eyes opening to find him staring into yours. “Is this where you touch yourself when you think about me?” He smirked, his hand moving up and down, massaging against your clothed heat.

“Rubbing yourself, imagining me, my hand, my body until you reach there, that sweet release.” He almost cooed, his hand more pressured now. You tried to stave away the temptation of bucking your hips into his touch, but it was hard. It felt too good. You wanted more. You needed more. You needed him to do what he did to Esther. “Tell me what you desire, and I’ll do it.” “Take it.” You answered almost breathlessly. “It?”

“My purity, take it.” “That’s my girl.” He purred in your ear again, before his free hand gripped your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue pushed passed yours, exploring your mouth. His other hand was still between your legs, your hips thrusting into his touch.

Now that his lips were properly on yours, you realized how cold they were, how gelid. Your hands reached upwards, cupping his cheeks which were no warmer than his lips. You tried to stay silent, but you couldn’t, not when you felt his hand slipping underneath your skirt, fingers smoothing over the cloth material of your panties.

“Father!” You gasped as two of his fingers pushed your underwear to the side, meeting your clit. “Loki.” He corrected. “Loki” you moaned, eyes closing as he drew languid circles over your clit. “You virgins are so receptive.” He sniggered. “You’re already so wet for me.” His name fell from your lips again as he continued his movements, his fingers growing slick from your arousal. Lost in the pleasure, you almost didn’t realize that his fingers were venturing lower down your center.

Your eyes flew open, feeling him enter you slowly. “L-Loki” You stuttered feeling full. “Do you like that?” He asked, leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Yesss” You hum in response, drowning in the sensation. You felt overwhelmed, you were wetter than you’ve ever been.

Small moans escaped you as Loki continued thrusting his fingers inside of you. A metallic scent evaded your nose. As if he could smell it too, Loki stopped his movements causing you to open your eyes, only for them to round in surprise at the sight of his fingers. They were practically glistening crimson. You barely had time to react before Loki was bringing them to his lips, licking off the blood.

“What’s happening?” You panicked, despite not being in any pain. “It’s normal.” Loki answered, releasing his index finger with a pop. The remembrance of what he was overcame you as a blanket of guilt shrouded you. You didn’t feel good anymore. Before Loki could continue, you began closing your legs wanting to leave. You wanted to forget about all of this, but instead you yelped, feeling him grab one of your legs and pushing them further apart as he got to his knees. He slid your panties off your legs, discarding them on the floor.

“One can’t prepare a feast and expect others not to dine.” He spoke cryptically before you felt his cold, wet tongue against your core lapping up the blood dripping from you. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as he entered you with his tongue, washing any hesitation away. You couldn’t help but scream in pleasure at the feeling of his nose rubbing your clit as he feasted on you.

“Delicious.” He spoke against you as you shamelessly ground your hips against his face. You were overcome with delectation despite the fact that this was more than just a carnal encounter. “I need you, Loki.” You finally implored, interrupting Loki’s banquet. Glancing up at you, he lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips clean as he lowered your leg. His hand found yours as he prompted you to join him on the floor.

You did so, wordlessly straddling him like you imagined so many nights alone with your pillow. He felt good underneath you, like it was where he belonged. Your bare sex rubbed against his clothes as you readjusted yourself, Loki looking up into your eyes. “Is this how you want me to take you?” He spoke, breaking the silence. “Yes.” You replied, trying to quell your nervousness. Loki didn’t talk as he unsheathed himself before guiding you above his manhood.

He watched your expression as he thrusted up into you, his hands on your hips pushing you down against him. You couldn’t help your moans as he filled you, burying himself inside you. You move your hips against his, living out your fantasy. You found yourself growing closer to the end, to your release, to his demise. He was obviously moving slower for you, you had watched him move a lot faster for Esther, and for that you’d make sure you were as quick as you could be.

Leaning down against him, your lips almost brushed his again as you reached out, your fingers wrapping around the discarded stake. Loki was right, it was oak. Well, most of it. What he didn’t know was that the tip was willow, lethal. “You feel so good, so pure.” Loki groaned from beneath you, gripping your hips tightly as you sat back up.

His eyes were closed, that’s how he didn’t see it, how he didn’t know he was in danger. You continued grinding your hips against his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you neared your climax. Walls tightly gripping Loki’s length, you raise your hand before plunging the stake into his chest.

Loki’s eyes flew open, the betrayal evident on his features as his life slipped away. You felt powerful, immensely so, as you took his life, draining him, milking him. You moaned as your climax shook you. This was it; this was your calling.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I'm ahead on studying so figured I'd get this going.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The television blares as you come downstairs. The hues flicker through the archway as you peek inside. Your father must’ve left it on. You’re used to finding him passed out on the couch but he’s nowhere to be seen.

You yawn into your hand, another week ahead of you. You near the couch as the volume makes your ear drums buzz. Why does he always have it so loud?

Your morning tea hazes your vision. You have those few moments of peace before you have to start the day. The warmth flowing into you, nestling in your stomach, comforting you. As you come around in search of the remote, you stumble to a stop.

Your father didn’t make it that far. He’s slumped over on the edge of the couch. Your heart leaps into your throat as you see the remote on the floor. He must have dropped it. You snatch it up and mute the television, leaving its glow to light the room.

“Dad,” you touch his shoulder, but you already know. He’s not rasping or coughing or choking. Oh no. Oh no no no.

You try to roll him onto his back, then to sit him up. You can’t move him. He’s limp and heavy and…

You run away, racing upstairs to grab your phone from your night table. The charging cord snaps out of the port as you flip it open and rush back to the first floor. You’re panting as you key in the emergency number and put the phone to your cheek.

“Hello!” You nearly shriek at the operator as they answer, “my dad! My dad!” You shake your head as you try to gather yourself, “my dad’s not moving. He’s not breathing.”

“Alright, ma’am, I need you to calm down, can you do that for me?” The man coaxes.

“I don’t know,” you whine.

“Ma’am, you gotta calm down. You wanna help him, don’t you? So take a breath, alright?”

You inhale and let it out, “he’s not breathing,” you babble again.

“Okay, ma’am, you gotta get him on his back for me, can you do that?”

“Y-yes,” you chuff out and go back to the couch. You push on your dad, lifting his arm until he flops onto his back, “he’s on his back.”

“Alright, do you know CPR?” The operator asks.

“I… yes,” you gulp. The doctor sent you to lessons after your dad got the tank. He said it was standard for family members. Your dad told you it was garbage. “Yes, I know how.”

“Good, I need you to breathe for him. You remember the steps, right?”

“I– I can do it,” you say convincing yourself as much as him.

“Do it now, alright? I want you to keep on until the ambulance gets there. You don’t stop,” he says calmly, “I’m tracing your location and I have people on the way.”

“I’m… I’m gonna do it. Now.”

You place the phone down and hit the button for the speaker. You stand over your father’s limp body as your eyes gloss with tears. He can’t be dead. You won’t let him do that. He never listens to you but you’re not going to let him die.

You tilt his head up and move the oxygen tube out of the way. You put your hands on his chest and pump, keeping count as you do. Then you pinch his nose and bend over him, blowing into his mouth, just how they showed you.

You don’t stop. You won’t. You can’t believe this is happening. It’s not going to happen. You can’t lose your dad. He’s all you have. He’s all you’ve ever had.

You hear sirens and the operator speaking to you. You tune it all out as you focus on your dad. You’re crying as you pump again. One, two, three…

The world is foggy around you as you count, over and over. You feel someone touching you, pulling you away. There’s noise all around as the colours turn to blurry orbs all around you. You fight to get free until you realise it’s okay. They’ve come to help.

You watch the paramedics in their white shirts work on your father as another stands beside you. She hands you your phone as the operator talks to you. 

“It’s okay, ma’am, they’re going to get him to the hospital,” he assures. “And take care of you.”

You thank him in a wobbly voice and shut the phone. The woman beside you gives a sympathetic look. The men by your father mutter.

“He’s breathing,” one declares, “get the stretcher.”

“He’s… he’s alive?” You squeak.

“Stand back,” the paramedic beside you stops you from going forward, “gotta let them get him loaded up.”

“Is he going to be okay?” You murmur.

“We can evaluate him at the hospital,” she insists, “you can ride with him but first, they need to get him there.”

You nod and wipe your wet cheeks. He’s alive. Barely. You think you might have saved him. For once, you think you did something right.

🧹

You call into work as you sit out in the waiting room. You hope missing your shift doesn’t affect your probation. Clara thanks you for letting her know but you expect it’s a hassle she doesn't want.

You have your spring jacket pulled over your pajamas and a pair of slip-on sneakers. You wring your hands almost raw as you wait and watch the clock. You are overflowing with anxiety. 

You rock in your chair as the minutes stretch to hours. You see others come and go. Some in rough shape, others on their own strength. Stretchers roll in and out, occupied or otherwise. The sterile scent dries your nostrils and stains your tongue.

As noon rolls around, you get up and find the vending machines just inside the entrance. You drop coins in the slot and push the button for an English tea. The cup drops down into place and the nozzle churns loudly, spitting out thinly steeped tea. It’s better than nothing.

You return to your seat and blow over the top of the cup. Your mind pendulums between the room down your hall and the beeping machines, and the empty house with its fantastical gardens. You should’ve been mopping Mr. Laufeyson’s floors that day.

You finish half the tea before you give up on it. It’s lukewarm and bland. You slouch down and cross your arms. Your eyelids droop but you won’t let them close. You yawn and watch a woman comfort her sniffling child as he sneezes into her shirt.

It’s all so surreal. It feels like a dream. It is your worst nightmare. The doctor warned you but you hoped… you hoped it wouldn’t come to this.

Your name is called and you sit up, nearly jumping out of the seat. You wave your hand and approach the woman in blue scrubs.

“That’s me,” you gulp.

“You can come see him now,” she says.

You blink, “he’s okay?”

She gives you a look, “he’s stable. Come this way.”

She turns back as the large double doors open inward and strides forward. You follow her and she leads you to a room. She points you inside. “He’s on the other side of the curtain.”

“Thank you,” you utter before she’s off. Everyone is in a hurry there. You suppose they have to be.

You turn and look at the closed curtain around the first bed. You pass it and peek around the next. You find your dad, eyes shut, tubes crisscrossed all around him as a machine echoes his heartbeat. You pull the curtain shut and sit in the stiff plastic chair just near the end of his bed. You stare at him, eyes welling hotly.

“I tried,” you croak, “I really tried, dad.”

You drop your face into your hands and let yourself fall apart. You bawl, swallowing down your sobs as you choke. You try not to make too much noise in your grief. You wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbour. But you can’t stop yourself. You’re sorry. You’re so sorry.

You let him down again.

🧹

Your father wakes up the next day. He isn’t cognizant as he thrashes and chokes on the tube down his throat. You hit the bell and stand back to watch in shock. The nurses rush in and shoo you out.

It’s hours before you see him again. The new nurse says he’s sedated and will need to be for a while. You ask if he’s okay. Again. Her answer isn’t much of one.

You spend the first two nights sleeping in the plastic chair. You can’t bring yourself to sleep in the house alone, but you have to leave him. You have a job that day and you need the money. Especially after seeing the invoice for the ambulance.

You go home and change on the third morning and go down to the east side for your assignment. You get through it without thinking. You just do. The familiarity of scrubbing, sweeping, and mopping mutes your emotion. Outside the hospital, you can almost pretend it’s not real.

When you finish, you go back to the hospital. You eat in the cafeteria before you go to your father’s room. Your stomach mulches painfully as your body greedily digests the processed chicken noodle soup. It’s your first meal since the day you got there.

Those yellow walls become your new home. You only leave to go to your third shift that week and otherwise linger. When the nurses send you out, you have tea in the cafeteria or choke down another unappetizing meal from a plastic tray.

Your father’s awake on Sunday night. They tell you they’re weaning him off the sedation. His eyes are glassy and confused. He doesn’t look like himself and for more than the tubes that keep him alive.

Monday morning you say goodbye and promise to be back after work. He grumbles and coughs. He doesn’t have a feeding tube anymore but hasn’t said a word. You don’t know if he can or if he just has nothing to say.

You set off to Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Another week. You’re halfway through probation but you won’t celebrate. You only want to panic. You need money. You need more shifts. Three houses a week for another month and a half won’t do.

As always, you just have to take what you can get.

You shake off the last week before you cross the threshold. Hopefully your eyes aren’t too swollen. Between the lack of sleep and crying, they’re raw and itchy.

You open your phone and click the stubborn button on the keypad to scroll. You put in the code and push through the gate. The garden is a blur of green as you ignore it. You’re not there to watch the leaves dance or breathe in the beauty. This place is just as gray as the rest of the world.

You go inside and begin. Shoe covers, gloves, and… you don’t have your water bottle. Oh well. You proceed down the list. Room by room, item by item. You don’t see him. You don’t hear him. You hope he’s not there.

You get to the second floor. There’s a new bullet point. ‘Study: grease the office chair.’ Huh?

You recall on your last visit how the chair squeaked with his every move. You huff and return downstairs. You go to the closet where the rest of the supplies are and find a new bottle. Small with a narrow nozzle. You read the instructions as you ascend back to the upper level.

You open the study door and stop short. You didn’t think too knock. You sputter but keep any words from spilling out. You keep a grasp on the doorknob but before you can back out, Mr. Laufeyson lifts his gaze from the laptop and catches you in his sights.

“Stay,” he demands and slowly closes the laptop lid. You wince as it clicks. “I thought you quit.”

You stand dumbly in the door. You glance from him to the wall then down at the bottle in your hand. He clicks his tongue and his chair squeaks as he leans forward.

“You may speak. I want to know where you were.”

Why? Your habitual silence keeps you from blurting that out. You clear your throat.

“I couldn’t work, that’s all,” you say, peeking up at him sheepishly.

He tilts his head as he narrows his eyes, “for what reason?”

You don’t know what to tell him. You don’t think he really cares. You roll the bottle in your grasp.

“I had an emergency,” you explain, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t–”

He puts his hand up, “they sent another one. I didn’t like her. She didn’t dust the mantle.”

“I’m sorry, sir–”

“Mr. Laufeyson will do,” he corrects.

“Mister–”

“We’re done speaking,” he interrupts.

You sniff. Did you offend him? Should you have told him more? You only want to be professional and it wouldn’t be proper to bring your personal life to work, would it? 

He stands suddenly and you grip the bottle tight, keeping your arms straight at your side. He struts around the desk, his height emphasized by his long steps. He approaches you, stopping as you move out of the way of the door.

“Fix the chair,” he demands, “that damn noise is driving me mad.”

He sweeps out, leaving you grasping the bottle of grease in confusion. Is he mad? And why is he so concerned with your absence? He doesn’t seem very fond of you. Will he tell Clara? Could he have you fired?

You try not to worry about it. You already have enough on your mind. You can only do what you can do. Grease the chair and finish the job.

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

Chapter 5: Boston

You hit another dead end when you arrive in Massachusetts. While Joey hunts for a way to get you over the ocean, you face the most frightening prospect yet: sharing a bed with Loki...alone.

CHAPTER WARNING: "oh look, only one bed" trope

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Regent’s Park, London, England June 12 11:52pm GMT

Hopeless. It was certainly hopeless. 

Of course, it was hopeless that time the Daleks tried to take over the Earth via a slew of deadly reality shows.

It was also hopeless when Rose was lost to the alternate reality forever.

Not to mention, the feeling of existential dread that had happened when The Master aged him near to death, and he had to rely on Martha Jones alone to travel around the world on foot to be saved. 

Usually, The Doctor did well with hopelessness. However, without the TARDIS showing any signs of life, things were quickly going from ‘hopeless’ to ‘finished.’ 

And The Doctor did NOT do well with ‘finished.’

Even his screwdriver had no power here. People thought he was a man in costume waving a toy around. In order to avoid the eye of the police, he learned quickly that he;’d have to get out of this one “the human way,” which basically meant sitting around and waiting for a miracle. 

He felt as if he were in mourning, his TARDIS in her final resting place in this forsaken reality, where even the most bloodthirsty extraterrestrials had all seemed to ignore Sol 3. Would he be trapped here? Forced to live for thousands of years more in a fixed timeline, nowhere to explore? No one to rescue? 

Nearing midnight, he sat on the ground, his back up against the TARDIS, looking up into the starless night, wondering if miracles were possible in what had to be the Timeline at the End of the Universe itself. 

Suddenly, the TARDIS breathed once more, just once. A pulse of dim green glow radiated from the door’s windows, causing The Doctor to immediately spring to his feet.

“Oh, please come back…what cowboys have we got going on here?” He circled the box once, twice, three times, until the green light dimmed again to where it was nearly imperceptible, aside to the Time Lord’s own hyper-keen eye. 

“Clom’s blue soil, what is going on?” he mouthed. “What are you trying to tell me? That’s something’s coming?”

Perhaps, something was drawing closer, and it was giving the TARDIS itself hope…

Boston, Massachusetts June 12 6:52pm EST

You managed, by the grace of Fate, to procure a somewhat-comfortable hotel room for $80 a night. With careful calculation, you figured that you could spend a week in Boston if you found a cheap grocery store and walked everywhere. That would give you some time to track down all of Joey’s friends in the city to find a way out of it. 

While the room was clean and cozy, it was sparsely furnished, with a television set that looked too old for the Cleaver Family in the corner. Everything came in tones of puke-green and piss-yellow. A highly-stylized divider separated the doorway from the rest of the room, designed to look like a set of wrought-iron loops.

“Well, I’m taking the couch,” said Joey, bouncing his ass up and down on the mattress of the only queen-sized bed in the room. “These spring-mattresses really do a number on my back!”

Your jaw dropped. “You slept on a second hand sofa before today, jackass!” Loki was in the bathroom, so you were able to speak freely to your brother, at least for a few moments. 

“So?” Joey said with a wink. “I thought you’d be more comfortable on the bed anyways.” 

 “But where will he sleep?” you pointed furiously to the bathroom door. 

“The bed!” 

Your heart may as well have fallen into your stomach. “Joey, fuck that! You’re crossing a line!”

“But you’re getting along with him so well,” he said in a mocking singsong voice only a bratty younger brother could produce. “I thought maybe you’d--”

Joey dove over the bed when you instantly grabbed the nearest pillow to chick angrily at his face. “--you don't think he’d have something to say about it??” 

“Say about what?” Loki asked, suddenly appearing in the open doorway, his green shirt pulled sloppily over his torso and clinging to his wet chest. His legs were bare aside from the white towel wrapped around his hips. Your skin went hot, and it was all you could do to keep the beads of nervous sweat from forming on your face. 

“I can’t sleep on that, Lokes,” Joey stepped in before you could tell him yourself. “You and Y/N are sharing the bed. I’ll take the couch.” 

“Alright,” Loki said instantly, looking at you with a quick, agreeable smile. “As long as you’re also agreeable, of course.”

Was it possible to leave one’s body without outright dying? It was as if you ejected your own soul, and you were nothing left but a cold, nervous shall while your spirit flew around the room, whooping excitedly. 

What to say? How to respond? 

“...yeah.” 

The evening was spent sharing boxes of cheap takeout and discussing how to go about procuring transport.

“We can’t fly,” said Joey just before slurping back a noodle with no consideration for manners. “He doesn’t have papers, and good luck getting him any.”

“So we illegally cross international borders?!” you nearly screamed. “And an ocean?”

“What other choice do we have? Not like the two of us are staying, anyway.” He put the messy takeout box on the desk beside him. “I think I can see if Paulie can’t get someone to get us across on a boat.”

“A boat!” you moaned, tossing your head back with an exaggerated groan. 

“What’s wrong with a boat?” asked Loki, raising an eyebrow. 

“Getting to England on a boat could take weeks!” you answered, “Easily, in fact!” 

His right leg began bouncing up and down impatiently, triggered by the suggestion. “And we cannot simply stow away on an airplane? Or perhaps I could use my resemblance one last time to secure--”

“--no,” you finally put your foot down. You looked him sternly in the eye and leaned over, taking his hand in both of yours, gripping them tightly enough to demonstrate that you meant business. “Loki, we’re risking enough as it is flaunting you around trains and pawn shops. You cannot do that anymore. It’s too dangerous.” 

“As it so happens,” said Joey, “I might already know a guy, if he’s the one Paulie knows.” 

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “Bullshit.” 

“He has a 50-foot yacht with international flags. I bet if I go out to see him and Paulie tomorrow, he can give us a fair price for a one-way passage for him, and two round-trips for us.” 

Loki looked at you with concern. “If it’s the only way--” he cut himself off and looked about the room, as if looking for a sign. You got the feeling he was looking for more evidence of his timelines entangling with one another, as he theorized. 

You bit your lip. “I still think we should all try and get menial jobs and find a way to…ugh…falsify his papers.”

Normally, the mere idea of breaking the law beyond smoking a bowl of weed with Joey before bed made you nervous enough to induce a stroke. That said, if it would get Loki to where he needed to be quickly enough, perhaps it would be the lesser of two evils in the end. 

Joey sighed. “Sis, I may be prone so the occasional petty rule breaking--”

“--Joey, the district attorney knows how many nose hairs you have--”

“--but even I don't know where to get phony passports, sorry,” he shrugged and exaggerated a stupid expression. 

You weren’t sure how to feel about how nervous Loki looked. He was supposed to be able to come up with a solution on the fly. He was a trickster! The brain! What did they DO to him at this TVA? He appeared to be on the absolute edge of fear at that moment. Usually, he was an expert at concealing his doubts.

“Loki?” you asked meekly. “How are you feeling?”

He pressed his lips together in a face you weren’t sure how to interpret.  “Better to take our time and do this right, I suppose.” 

You wanted to reach out and touch his arm, but your shyness was in control at present, perhaps to protect yourself from things going too far. Instead you made a comment. “I hate seeing you so afraid.” 

He sucked in a breath. “I am not the being those films showed you.”

“I know.” 

“Never in my millennia have I been on the same level as humans,” he went on. “Even the energy within me feels…well, less.”

“Hey, now wait a second there, Lokes,” Joey spoke up, straightening his posture and puffing out his chest, “Just because you can’t bibbity-boppity-boo your way out of this mess doesn’t mean it’s cool to talk about us like that!”

You couldn’t help but agree with your brother. Loki’s assertion that being mortal was somehow an inferior existence humiliated you, but it also angered you. “I can’t spark away my problems like you, but who spent her last hundred bucks freeing your godly ass from a holding cell? Who, against all her better judgment, chose to take a chance on you in the first place?” 

Offended, you got up and decided that you needed to get out and take a walk somewhere, anywhere, just to cool off enough to keep face in front of Loki. You grabbed your card key from the coffee table and swiftly went out onto the porch of the motel, overlooking the nearly-empty parking lot. 

The sun was still high above the artificial horizon formed by the distant skyscrapers and billboards. Two young men were getting out of a classic Chevy Impala, carrying backpacks and looking particularly tired as they bickered back and forth. The only other movement at all was from the occasional car driving by the place. This must’ve been the only sparsely-populated part of Boston. 

You heard a door open behind you, and you scrunch your nose in embarrassment, expecting Loki to ask how he offended you. 

“Seems he’s not the only drama queen around here, Sis.”

You couldn’t help but smile, relieved and thankful you had a brother who gave enough of a shit to make sure you didn’t bolt into Boston traffic (not that you were planning to). 

“I don't think he meant anything jerky by it,” Joey continued, leaning over the railing next to you, looking out as the two men with the Impala checked into a room on the first floor. “He’s literally not from our reality. He doesn’t get it.” 

“I know,” you sighed. 

You felt him wrap his arm around your shoulders. 

“It’s been a long time since we’ve been out of town, hasn’t it?” he added. 

You nodded quietly. Somehow, Boston didn’t feel all that different from Syracuse. Bigger, obviously, and the vague smell of sea air coming from the harbor was a welcome change from the polluted local lake that always made the north side reek like shit in August. 

Joey tried again. “You’re letting him fluster you so much because you want him.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” you barked back defensively, looking away. 

“He’s leaving once we figure this out,” Joey reminded you. “You think you can go with him when he does, don’t you?”

Honestly, the thought hadn’t consciously occurred to you, but you had to admit that the idea was thrilling. Jetting off into a whole new timeline with Loki leading the way, seeing all of the things that your race had only invented in their heads come to life and greet you! 

“You can’t,” Joey insisted. “Because even if you try to, don’t you think the same thing will happen to you that’s happening to him?”

“What thing?” you asked. 

“He’s jittery! He’s not the dashing Prince you fawned over at the movies, Sis,” he answered, gesturing with his head to the window. “There’s something about him that feels, I don’t know…lost. He has to get home and do whatever it is he needs to do.”

Loki hadn’t told you exactly how he intended to fix the timelines when he returned, but he seemed solemnly resigned to it. You made a note to ask for him to elaborate on it, because the more you thought about it, the more it felt like whatever awaited Loki back in his native realm wasn’t good for him. 

It’s that Sylvie, you thought bitterly. If nothing else, I could go back there to smack her upside her head!

“Um, Sis,” Joey interjected, his eye catching something in the lot below. “Does…does that Impala look familiar to you?”

Your eyes widened as your panic alarms turned on in your head. “Turn away and pretend you didn’t see it,” you quickly insisted, gripping your card key and running to insert it into your door. “We’re booked solid!”

Joey decided to go spend the night with Paulie instead of curling up on the rock-hard sofa. “Maybe I can get some information out of him so you won’t even have to see him, Sis!”

“Fine by me,” you mumbled quietly, your exhaustion finally catching up with you. 

Of course, that meant that as soon as Joey took his leave, you were alone with Loki in a hotel room. Oh boy, if only myself from five years ago could see me now…

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” Loki said quickly. “About how awful it feels to be mortal.” 

“I overreacted,” you shook your head quickly, attempting to get past the residue embarrassment you felt once you’d calmed down from before. “I need to accept that we’re just…we’re too different, and that you’re simply better than me, and--”

“--oh, stop it!” Loki moaned, grabbing your shoulders and looking intensely into your eyes. “Don’t let me hear you talk about yourself like that. It’s a lie.”

Shaking your head, you ripped yourself out of his grasp and turned away from him, biting your lower lip to keep the emotions at bay. 

Loki didn’t touch you again, but he went on. “You and your brother have done more for me in the past few days than most of the gods of Asgard have ever thought to do! You gave me your own bed to sleep in!”

You shrugged. “Just what any decent person would do.” 

He smiled silently, his lip twisted up adorably. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’m tired.”

“So am I,” Loki agreed. “Shall we?” He gestured to the bed, as if beckoning you to join him for a lively romp now that you were alone. Your blood instantly ran hot, and Loki saw the embarrassment spread on your face. “Oh Norns, I didn’t mean to suggest--”

You threw up a hand, suddenly not wanting to ruin the opportunity. “It’s fine! Really!”

Although, you wouldn’t have minded tif he had made the suggestion, either…

The unseasonably hot weather had motivated you to pack only a slip for sleeping. In your haste to shove everything into a duffel bag, you hadn’t stopped to consider the consequences of your choice of pajama. Still hoping to preserve a little bit of modesty (given the circumstances), you put on the slip, but layered it with a baggy black t-shirt, which was less than flattering to make up for the fact that your slip barely covered your privates or your ass.

Loki didn’t seem to mind. In fact, much to your surprise, he seemed to respond to it. “Well, now I don’t feel so bad about my lack of sleepwear, if this is the tradition in this reality.” 

You opened your mouth to explain how it wasn’t tradition. Before you uttered a word, he let the towel that was wrapped around his waist fall to the floor before he swiftly climbed into the bed.

 Jesus Christ, we never bought him underwear! 

You definitely saw his…things, but only in the nanoseconds it took for the swift Asgardian to roll under the sheets. He winked at you playfully as you climbed in beside him, much slower and with more caution. 

“You are fine with this?” he asked one last time. 

“Yes!” you said a little too quickly. To hide the ever-growing embarrassment, you dove under the blanket and burrowed yourself up to your nose. Loki turned off the lamp on the side table, leaving you in complete blackness as your eyes attempted to adjust to the change in lighting.

The bed was creaky and the sheets were coarse. “Loki?” you asked after several seconds of silence in the dark as you rolled onto your side to face him. 

He was already on his side facing you in turn, as if you’d beaten him to asking the first question. “Yes, Y/N?”

“You never sleep in the movies,” you said softly. “You’re always pursuing and chasing and running. Did you ever…I don’t know…slow down and stop to feel the Universe turn?”

Loki was unresponsive. His breathing was deep and regular, and your pupils were beginning to adjust to the darkness, so you were starting to make out his silhouette. 

“Loki?”

“I’m sorry. No one’s ever asked me that before.” 

An ambulance drove by outside, the screeching sirens making you cringe. Loki’s side of the bed rustled slightly. 

“No, I suppose I never have.” 

“You mean you don’t sleep?”

“Of course I sleep,” Loki chuckled, “But what I don't do is…slow down.” 

You smiled. “Maybe you should.” 

“I cannot afford that luxury, I’m afraid.” His voice grew weary in an instant, as if centuries of his past were rushing through his head like a river of rapids and he was choosing to surrender to them. “Not now, not when existence itself lies on my back.” 

“What if it doesn’t, and you’re just being dramatic again?” you asked. 

You heard him click his tongue as he searched for a retort. “I assure you, it’s not that.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“Don’t be.”

“It’s just,” you couldn’t help but go off, just a little, “I guess I was always hoping that if Loki was real, he wouldn’t be treated so poorly all of the time, and that maybe your life wasn’t such a shit heap…”

The choice of descriptor caught Loki off guard, and he let out a laugh big enough to shake the bed. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said gently after settling down again, “What does this world think of me?”

You sucked in your breath, and your heart began to pick up speed. “A lot of people do admire you, but not necessarily as their hero.”

“A curious answer,” Loki replied. “You had the figure of me in your kitchen, and when I asked you about it, you turned away as if you were embarrassed, and I was only wondering if--”

As if someone behind you was shoving your head, you moved in and quickly interrupted his thoughts with a kiss. Loki didn’t pull away or fight back, choosing instead to accept your gift and respond in kind. Feeling a pair of gentle fingers run down the side of your face and tracing a trail down your neck, you began to tremble as your body found renewed energy.

You finally drew your lips away and whispered softly, “...more like that.” 

“I…I see.” 

You immediately turned away from him without another word, unsure if you were filling up with regret or excitement. Either way, you needed to shut it all down. 

Still, you heard him coo from next to you. “...sleep tight, Y/N.” 

You carried his words with the kiss into your dreams. It was the fittest sleep you’d had in years. 

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Thrown - Chapter 47: A Winding Path

Summary: Loki contemplates your past, and his.

Word Count: 1,339

Author's Notes: We've got a lot of mushy feelings to get through before this is over. But I guess if that was a problem for you, you probably wouldn't be reading this fic in the first place.

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Loki woke before you, as he often did. He lay on his back, in your bed. You were tucked against him with your head on his shoulder. He took a moment to do nothing more than relish the feeling of your skin on his. Your breath was soft and the sun creeping out from the edges of the curtains was casting a gentle glow to the room. These quiet moments in the morning would likely be his favorites, if the nights before didn't offer such steep competition.

Quiet moments were in short supply. With Midsummer only weeks away the days in New Asgard were marked by an increase in frenzy. Thor would surely be calling on him soon to assist with one project or another. If it wasn't something to do with the construction of the hall or the impending ball therein, then it would be any number of tasks that were still necessary when rebuilding a society. So Loki stole every quiet moment that he could.

He looked down at you resting against him and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His eyes traveled to your arm draped across his chest and his smile faded. Most of the time, when he saw your scar he would be reminded of the stories you told. Ridiculous, absurd tales that ensured a laugh. Morsels of joy. Sometimes, however, he would be caught off guard by the memory of the truth. Fury would bubble inside him and he couldn't help but think of the pain you suffered. He imagined the fear you felt in that moment and he wished he could reach out to you as you were then and pull you into his embrace. He was aware of the shame you carried regarding the situation, even now, and that angered him also. Inevitably he felt the desire rise in his chest to find the one who did this to you, this man who thought he had the right to hurt you in any way he chose, and show him a mirror of his cruelty. You rarely spoke of him, and Loki suspected it was in part to avoid giving away his identity. This was one of the many ways you were wise, because Loki was sure he knew where to find that villain he would set off at once. Though, Loki had to admit that a single word from you would stop him seeking revenge. It wasn't his revenge, after all. The temptation would be strong, however, to leave before your word was given.

Loki stared at the mark on your arm and took another moment to marvel at you. In his past he had always turned hurt into more hurt. Anger, distrust, distance, he would don these like armor in an attempt to avoid further vulnerability. To see you having gone through such treatment and come out the other side so soft and open, it amazed him. It inspired him, perhaps, considering where he was now. Lying in bed with his mortal lover. He came here as nothing but sharp edges, and you had been soft enough for the both of you, until he could find something gentler inside himself.

He reached and traced a finger down your scar. He wondered if he could heal it. It was likely beyond him, but he had never tried such a thing before.

You shifted, and he heard the now-familiar sigh that meant you were stirring. You mumbled something and shuffled closer against him. "I'm sorry, darling." He whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I didn't mean to wake you." "Mm. It's fine. We should get up." Despite this proclamation, you did not make any movement toward your stated goal. This suited Loki just fine.

He trailed his fingertips over your arm, once again following the line of your scar. He lightly traced the mark upward from your wrist. "Does it bother you?" "Tickles a little." You mumbled. He breathed a laugh. "No, the scar." His fingers wrapped around your forearm now, his thumb ran across the offending blemish. "Would you rather not have it?" You looked up at him curiously, finally properly awake. "What?" "I may be able to heal it." He lifted your arm to examine it. "I can't say for certain, but it might be possible." "Really?" You looked down at the old injury with disbelief. "Possibly." He let your arm rest against his chest again. "Would you like me to try?" You thought for a moment, but only a very brief moment, before answering. "Nah." His brows raised in surprise. "You wouldn't want to be rid of it?" "Hani would be so disappointed." He scoffed. "I'm sure she would understand." "I see what this is. You just want all of her attention on you." He laughed, then gently tilted your face toward him. "Tell me truly. You would keep it? This physical reminder of a terrible pain?" You smiled sweetly at him. "Of course." He laid back and stared at the ceiling. "I may never understand you." You laughed and propped your head on your elbow, to better look at him. "It was a bad night. Many bad nights. Many years ago. I will never be happy that it happened, but it's a part of me now." You raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Is there really a part of me you would change?" "Your impertinence." He laughed and scrambled to catch your hand as you pinched his side. "Alright, alright, I yield." You leaned closer over him, your chest pressed to his as you met his face. "It's not a good memory, but it was a step on the path that led me here. I have to be just a little bit grateful for it. If I hadn't been there then, then I wouldn't be here now." You placed a kiss on his cheek for emphasis. "And I really like where I am now." "Hm. Finally, a sentiment I can share." He murmured as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him.

**

Eventually, after several instances of the both of you repeatedly agreeing that it was time to start the day, you reluctantly extricated yourselves from the bed. Loki started breakfast and watched you from the kitchen window while you tended to the livestock. The meal had barely been concluded when Loki's expectations were proven right; a message came to your phone from Thor, requesting his assistance. He bid you farewell and for just a moment he was struck by how routine all of this felt now. It came so naturally, this domestic ritual. It felt secure. Steady. It brought him a sense of bliss that compelled him to sweep you into another kiss before leaving.

As he walked down the road from your home he looked ahead to New Asgard, which was already bustling with morning activity. This, too, brought him joy. Then his mind wandered back to your scar, and your insistence that it stay. He was sure that you hadn't even considered removing it. His thoughts drifted to his own winding path that had brought him here. His father, and the secrets he kept. His captivity with Thanos. New York. The TVA. Each had been a turn he would rather not have taken. And yet he couldn't deny that they had led him to this point, eventually. Each step had brought him to closer you.

Still, he couldn't find it in himself to feel grateful for these events. They may have had a part in making him who he was, but even now it all still felt so raw. Like open wounds. And perhaps that was the trouble. A scar was different. It was a sign that healing had occurred, even if the flesh was not returned to its original state after.

He could hope for healing. Right now couldn't appreciate the wounds that brought him to where he is, even if it is somewhere he wants to be. Perhaps with enough time, one day he could.

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Rules To Break

Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: warrior things? weapons, fighting, etc, nudity, medieval rituals/topics? mentions of virginity/loss of vitginity (no, nope, it's not smut, just has to do something with the medieval things), some spicy, very steamy things, light smut/suggestive smut, Loki is quite a bit naughty and cheeky here...

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: The next chapter is here! 😁 And this one is probably my favourite... 🤔 Hope you guys like it! ☺️

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Chapter Three

Days flew by, turned into weeks. The straight and clear message Loki delivered the other day made an impact. Training worked better from day to day and the men improved noticeable. He was successful. Proudness was flooding Loki's veins - and a feeling he hadn't felt truly in years... Happiness. Sure, he always had been content with his life as a prince, but true happiness? No. Until now... Perhaps it was caused by the mysterious woman he met a few weeks ago and almost saw daily now? He shook his head and continued to stow away the training swords. No. Impossible.

You couldn't deny that you felt the same; looking forward every day to meet Loki at the lake again. All you did was talk, but the talking was like balm for both your souls. You two got closer and the chemistry between you and Loki was stunning. Within a few weeks, he had turned from being an arrogant asshole into your personal Prince Charming. You wouldn't admit that out loud, though.

As for your male self, Váli Ákison, training was going very well. Speaking of... How you made it to maintain your cover all along was honestly a mystery to you. You were just glad it worked. You had learned a lot in the past few weeks and became slowly but surely a very good, way more improved fighter. Alright, and maybe you tried to impress Loki, but that was a whole other story, was it?

The sun was about to set, as you sneaked - like so often - out of your tent and out into the woods to the lake. By now you were not leading a double life, but already a triple life. The princess, a warrior and the mysterious woman. What a precarious situation.

Usually, you were the first one at the lake. Well, not today. Loki was already there, leaning against the stone, arms spread and eyes closed. He looked so... peaceful. You smiled and took a few steps closer - but a twig snapped underneath your bare feet, causing the prince to rip open his eyes. His ruby orbs were almost glowing in the dark, as they fell upon you. They looked dangerous, but also utterly beautiful. A shiver ran down your spine. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." Loki chuckled, shaking his head. "You didn't scare me. I can't be scared. Surprised - but not scared." That man always found the right words, didn't he? "Are you going to join me?" You blinked, before you started to nod. It was a bit strange, wasn't it? You met up with a man almost every night at an abandoned lake to bathe and talk. Well, maybe this was just a strange friendship - or whatever this was. "Um, s-sure, but... um, could you... could you close your eyes?" You stammered out, referring to the few clothes you wore. Loki raised an eyebrow. "We bathe in a lake together, naked and you want me to close my eyes when you get undressed?" Your eyes widened. "That's different, Loki! I'm covered by the water! Now, I'm not!" The prince chuckled, but closed his eyes. "As you wish, milady." You checked twice, if he had his eyes really closed, before you turned around and started to get undressed. "No peeking!" Loki, who reopened his eyes again within a few seconds, wore a mischievous smirk and enjoyed the show. "Of course not, darling." Though, before you could notice it, he closed them again when you turned around and made your way into the water.

"Now you can look." Loki opened his eyes again, smiling. If only you'd know... "Were you afraid that I wouldn't like what I see?" You blushed. Why was he like that? He never failed to put you off your stride. "N-No, I just..." "You're just what?" You huffed. Damn him. "I just... You're a man a-and..." Once again, the prince raised an eyebrow, before he looked down himself. "Yes, that's correct. I am." Now it really got frustrating. "A strange man, Loki." He cocked his head. "A strange man? Darling, I am wounded. We know each other for almost a month now. Other women I got to know in my past, where all over me after mere hours." Ugh… "I don't want to know how fast you can bed a woman!" Loki just shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hands in awe. "I'm just saying. You are quite different." You took a deep breath, trying to keep your anger at bay. But... Was it really anger? "Could you please stop that?!" "Stop what?" "Being so... so..." You stumbled over your own words. Frustrated eyes meeting his fiery ones. He was staring at you.

What he did next, though, was something you didn't see coming. Not at all. Within seconds, he moved through the water and was now threateningly close to you. You could almost feel his cool breath on your hot skin. "So what?" It was too much for you. How close he was. How he literally towered over you with his tall and bulky frame - in all his wet and naked glory. How his ruby eyes literally burned a hole in your soul. How his chest heaved with every breath he took. How utterly intimidating he looked and yet so devastatingly sexy. You felt small. Your body buried in the water, except for your head and shoulders. It was just too much - and Loki decided to make it even worse. He lifted one hand to cup your chin with his thumb and forefinger. His touch was cool and yet it felt like your body was burning up. "So. What?" The prince asked again, his voice now more demanding and even deeper. You wanted to answer. You really did; but the words were dying in your throat. The only sound which left your lips was an almost pathetic whine.

Loki frowned, cocking his head once again. "Are... Are you afraid of me or... Do you like this? Me, being this close to you? I can't quite tell..." He looked at you for a second, before he tightened his grip on your chin and pulled you forwards with a soft yank. Your legs had turned to jelly already a long time ago and the water wasn't much of a barrier anyway. You literally crashed against Loki's torso; palms smacking against his abs. Your eyes widened, hands trembling - but not in fear. And Loki knew it. He saw it in your eyes. "Ah, I see... You like it." He smirked and lowered himself more into the water. "Good for you, my dear, that I like you this close to me as well." Before you could even blink, let alone react were his cool lips suddenly on yours. You froze at first; didn't expect him to kiss you, but once his sinful lips started to move deliciously against yours, you were putty in his hands.

Within seconds, the kiss had turned into anything but innocence. His cool tongue slipped passed your lips; asking yours for a dance. It was a prickling sensation. Hot and cold; fire and ice crashing together - battling for dominance.

In the end, Loki was stronger. Big hands landed on your bare hips, pulling your naked body against his. A soft moan left your lips, which Loki swallowed entirely with his mouth. You couldn't help yourself but to wrap your arms around his strong neck; feeling his cool skin on yours. You couldn't resist. His touch and kiss were magnetizing. A low chuckle left his mouth; causing you to feel the vibrations on your lips, before he retreated from the kiss. You looked up, eyes meeting once again. "I thought you didn't want me to see you naked?" He was referring to your bare upper body, of course, which was now on full display for him to see. "Shut up and keep on doing whatever this is you're doing with those magical lips." The prince chuckled again, brushing softly a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Your wish is my command, milady." He reeled you in once again, seducing you with those passionate kisses he bestowed upon your lips.

It was all kisses and wandering hands at first, but at some point you found yourself splayed out on one of the big, flat stones by the shore. Loki lifted you up - as if you weighed nothing. Your bare back hit the still pleasantly warm surface of the stone with a soft thud. Loki placed both his palms firmly beside your head, nudging your legs open with his. He was now towering above you; all the while entangling your lips with his in one sinful dance after another. It caused your head to become dizzy. You almost felt like in a trance and therefore not realised what was going on - until you felt his crotch grinding against yours; hips clashing together. This awoke you from the hazy state you were in. Your eyes widened; hands coming up to push against the hard muscles of his chest. "L-Loki, s-stop, please," you panted, completely out of breath. "Why?" The prince asked, licking his kiss swollen lips. "Do you not... enjoy yourself?"

There was some kind of fear and vulnerability swinging in his voice. Something Loki was very surprised with himself. Why did he feel like that? He never failed to satisfy the women (and men) he was bedding. Why was he afraid to fail you now? After all, you weren't any different, were you? Just another addition to his long list of lovers. Just another claimed prize. "I-I do, i-it's just..." Your soft, sweet, almost angelic voice ripped him out of his thoughts.

"W-We can't, Loki. I just... Can't." You would've loved to. Of course you would. Losing your innocence to such a wonderful man? To Loki Laufeyson, prince of Jotunheim? But exactly that was the problem. You weren't supposed to lose your innocence through a fling. A mere affair. It belonged to your future husband. That was tradition. The rules - and you had to play by the rules. Your mother told you more than often enough. So, you had no other choice than deny Loki his pleasure.

He frowned; confused but gentle rubies looking down at you. "You... can't?" You nodded hesitatingly, almost frightened, before one shaky hand reached up to tuck a few lose strands of his wild, wet raven curls back behind his ear. "I-I'm so sorry." "Why, sweetling? Is it because of me? I-I now I'm not like the men you are used to, but-" "Prince Loki!" Another, slightly higher voice cut through the air. "Prince Loki!" You had heard the voice before. It belonged, without a doubt to one of the guards. "By the Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, as he maneuvered his body off yours, sliding back inside the water. "Come." He said, offering his hand to you. You took it and he helped you back inside the water, before he guided you towards the earthy shore. The prince stepped out first, causing for you to unwillingly get a glimpse of his nether regions, where his arousal was clearly visible. You felt how the blood rushed into your cheeks, as you quickly avoided your eyes. "No need to be embarrassed." His soft, gentle voice urged to your ears again. He had caught you looking. Of course, he did. "It just shows my desire for you. Now take my hand, sweetness." Smiling bashfully, you turned your head to face him once again. The familiar white towel was slung around his hips now, but nevertheless failing to hide his excitement. You blushed even more - if that was possible, but took his hand again. The prince helped you out of the water and then quickly handing over your clothes. "You have to go. Odin won't be pleased if he gets to know that one of his guards caught me naked with a woman; neglecting my duties." Pure relief flooded your veins at his words. Thank the Norns, you thought. Loki was right. Odin wouldn't be pleased. Especially if it turns out you were the woman. Hel would break loose over Asgard. You were sure of it.

You quickly nodded and turned to leave, as Loki's voice held you back. "Do I get the pleasure to see you again, milady?" You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking for a moment. Would it be a good idea to meet him again after what just happened between you? Probably not. You couldn't risk it. "I-I don't know." With those words you vanished into the woods, sneaking back to the camp.

"Prince Loki!" The guard had reached the lake in the meantime, slightly out of breath. Loki rolled his eyes and turned around with a growl. "What?!" He snapped, clearly mad that he got interrupted while being with you. The guard definitely saw in Loki's eyes that he wasn't amused and swallowed hard. "A-Apologies, your highness, b-but there was an incident in the camp..." Another eye roll. "I'm coming." Bunch of idiots.

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[michelleleewise]

Blue Dhalia

Pairing Avenger Loki x Jotun female reader

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of past torture (nothing graphic), panic, anxiety, mild swearing.

Summary: you wake up in a strange place, and need to find a way out........

Part one--Part two-

**dividers by: @firefly-graphics

"She's ready Doctor." You heard making your heart race. You looked around in the dark room but didn't see anyone. You tried to get up but you couldn't lift your arms. Looking down you saw the familiar straps fastened around your wrists. You twisted your arms, pulling as hard as you could whincing feeling the leather dig into your wrists. Footsteps echoed through the darkness moving closer. "Snowflake...calm down. You will only make this harder." The man purred making you freeze. You looked over, the man in the white coat coming into the light.

He stepped up next to the table, running a hand through your hair as he leaned down. "If you behave, I'll do something nice for you." He whispered "I could allow you to go into the freezer for a bit...would you like that snowflake?" He asked as you laid staring at him. "But first..." he trailed off standing up. Suddenly the lamps switched on, the heat pouring over you making you gasp. You turned your head seeing the man bend down next to the table, arching your back feeling the table heat up. He stood up, looming over you when he held up a bar, the end glowing orange. "This may hurt a bit." He said smiling, touching the end to your stomach...

Your eyes shot open, seeing the man with glasses standing over you, you jerked back landing on the floor. "Hey...it's ok, your ok." He said coming around the side of the bed. You slunk back, your eyea searching the room, trying to find a way out when something pulled on your arm. Looking down you saw tubes and wires attached to you. You frantically began pulling on them hearing alarms go off "no, you need to keep those on." The man said walking towards you. You threw your hand out trying to stop him when ice shot out of your palm at him knocking him down. You looked down at your hands wide eyed...what had they done to you...you heard the man moan and roll over, you had to get out.

You stood up seeing a door on the other side of the room. "Jarvis...get Loki." You heard the man say sitting up. "Yes sir...sending Mr. Laufeyson now." Ducking down hearing another voice. "Calm down..it's ok, Loki is coming." The man said bracing against the bed. You didn't know who Loki was but you didn't want to find out. You stood up, looking at the man clenching and unclenching your fists "wait..dont...." he started when you ran to the door, shoving it open you ran as fast as you could down the hallway, needing to find a way out.

"Brother, are you listening?" Thor asked getting Loki's attention. "Mmm..What was it you needed again?" Loki asked glancing down at his arm. "I asked how you think she got here, to Midgard." Thor said sitting in the chair across from him. "I have no idea Thor, nor how she ended up with HYDRA, we will not know unless she tells us." Loki snapped standing up. "And have you noticed.." Thor trailed off looking down "that she is a runt? Yes I noticed." Loki said emotionless setting the kettle on the burner. "Well I was going to say smaller, but.." Thor started "there is no need to sugar coat things Thor, she is a runt same as I, maybe she was left for dead as well" Loki said grabbing a mug.

He began preparing his tea, his thoughts wandering back to the woman in the med bay. He remembered the stories James had told him...torture, mind manipulation...what had they tried to do to you?.. Pouring the water in the mug he remembered the look in your eyes when they found you, the way you looked at him as his skin changed to....that. "Mr Laufeyson.." the AI called out from the ceiling bringing him back. "Yes what is it?" Loki snapped. "Dr. Banner requires your assistance in the med bay." It said "What is the issue?" Loki asked sipping his tea. "It appears the patient has left med bay." The AI said as he looked at Thor. "Where is she now?" He asked setting his mug down. "She is currently in the stairwell heading for the main entrance sir." It said. "Shit.." Loki said running into the hall, Thor following.

"You check on Banner, I will find her." Loki said heading for the stairs. "Are you sure you don't need assistance?" Thor asked "I'm the only one who can touch her, now go!" Loki said running into the stairwell. He looked down, vaguely seeing you several floors down. He closed his eyes, teleporting to the bottom as you came down the last flight of stairs, stumbling seeing him. "You need to go back." He said walking towards her. He saw her shake her head slowly backing up to the stairs. "All they want to do is help, they won't hurt you." He explained holding his hands up. He saw her eyes soften, tilting her head slightly watching him "just calm down." He said, reaching out to grab her arm when something in her eyes shifted, bringing her hands up ice shot from them at him as she took off up the stairs.

"Dammit!" You heard the green eyed man yell as you ran back up the stairs. Seeing a door you pushed through hearing it hit the wall. You frantically looked around seeing another hallway and more white walls. You ran as fast as you could, you couldn't go back...you wouldn't. Glancing back watching for the man you tripped on something sending you flying to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't.." you looked up seeing a woman staring at you when you heard a bang come from the hallway making you get to your feet "w..what are you?" The woman asked when you heard someone running down the hall making you run.

You ran through a door, looking around seeing a large table and chairs and...a window. You ran across the room pulling the blinds down, the brightness blinding you as you backed up when you heard the door fly open, seeing the green eyed man "get away from there." He said coming around the table. You lifted your hands up again but nothing happened. "You have exhausted yourself, you need to rest." He said as you looked down at them. You picked up a chair hitting the window but it only bounced off "enough of this, you need to come with me." He said coming closer. You walked along the table, keeping it between you and him

"Mr Laufeyson." The voice came again making you shrink down "what is it!?" The man yelled to the ceiling. "Dr banner is inquiring If you found the patient." The voice said again making you jump. "Yes! Now shut up!" He yelled again. "Yes sir." The voice said as you picked up a chair, throwing it at the man before running to the door, looking at the man as you ran into something solid. You fell back feeling someone grab your shoulders, looking up seeing the man with the hammer. "Easy little one, everything is ok." His loud voice echoed through the room. "No.." you whispered trying to pull back. "Hold her!" The other man yelled tossing the chair aside.

You grabbed the man's arm, waiting but nothing happened. "She is too weak, she can't hurt you." The green eyed man said walking over. "No.." you panted trying to pry yourself free. "She spoke brother." The man said smiling. "Yes, I am not deaf Thor." The man said, your eyes meeting his "p..please.." you whispered seeing him run a hand through his hair. "Hold her still Thor." The man said placing his hand on your forehead. Your head felt fuzzy as you dug your feet in trying to pull free. "You will be ok little one." The other man said, feeling him rub your shoulders when you eyelids dropped, the familiar darkness taking you......

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[lokiforever]

A Tale of Stardom and Parenthood ❤️

Request (anonymous) : Hi can u write a tom hiddleston x actress!reader who are married and she is pregnant while they are promoting both loki season 1 and 2

Well, hello there, nonny! 👋🏻❤️Ofcourse I can, dear or atleast I'll try to 🤞🏻

A/N : *ahem* So.....this is my first time writing Tom Hiddleston x actress!reader and a pregnant reader. Apologies, if it doesn't hold up to your imagination.

Anyways, I hope you all like it. Especially you, nonny. 💚

It was one of those mornings where everything felt perfect, you were laying in the arms of your perfect husband, back pressed against his chest as you listened his even breathing and sound heartbeat, even in his sleep his arm was protectively wrapped around your growing baby bum in a gentle, yet tight grip. Yup a little wonder that you two had created together. Can't believe she was 3 months old already!

You tried to get up as gently as you could, without waking him up but as soon as you shuffled a little the only response you got was a protesting groan and a muffled 'not yet' from your husband as his grip on you tightened, causing a smile to rise up your face, he is a literal baby sometimes and you loved him for that. Oh, the way you were head over heels for this man!

He started presses slow, gently kisses along your neck and shoulders, it were these little gestures of his that made you fall deeper and deeper for him everyday....if that was possible. "Good morning, my love" you turned to face him, "Good morning, baby" you said.

He propped his head up on his elbow and leaned down, facing your baby bump "Good morning, dada's little princess" he cooed with a warm smile. There was not a single day that he didn't talk to her or wish her 'morning's, hello's and good night's ' and even read to her quite often. Sometimes he'd even sing to her.He turned his attention to you and said "How did my girls sleepy, tonight?" "Perfectly, my love, how bout' you? Did you sleep well?" "With you?...Always"

You and Tom had to attend an event today, The Tonight Show. For the promotion of the Loki series.

Ah, the set of Loki season one, that was the place where you two first met and became really, really good friends though you couldn't help but be attracted to the handsome Brit each passing day you spent with him, too insecure to make the first move, scared that you'll lose him completely.

That was until one night he finally confessed his true feelings for you and you both started a relationship, and then engaged ....here, allow me to give you a little glimpse of it

*flashback*

The sun began to set over the picturesque backdrop of a secluded beach, casting a warm golden glow on the sand. Tom took a deep breath, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. As the waves gently crashed against the shore, he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box nestled inside. His mind raced with all the carefully rehearsed words he wanted to say, but in that moment, everything else faded away as his eyes met the love of his life, you.

As he dropped down on one knee, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The world seemed to hold its breath as he opened the velvet box, revealing a radiant diamond ring that sparkled as brilliantly as the love that illuminated his eyes.

"My love, I....I've been captivated by you since the moment we met on the set of Loki. Your beauty, grace, and intelligence have completely enthralled me. From the depths of my heart, I must confess that I have fallen madly in love with you. You've become the light in my life, and I cannot imagine a future without you by my side."

His voice quivered ever so slightly as he spoke, his words filled with a mixture of vulnerability and certainty. Each word seemed to carry the weight of his affection, his admiration, and his desire to spend the rest of his life with you.

"Will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my partner in this grand adventure called life? Will you make me the happiest man on earth by giving me the ultimate honour of calling you mine, forever? Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N? "

A single tear escaped the corner of your eye, lips trembling with overwhelming emotion. You nodded, unable to find your voice amidst the surge of happiness that flooded your soul. His eyes glistened with tears of joy as he slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your commitment and marking the beginning of a new chapter in your intertwined lives.

*Present*

Your eyes got teary as you recalled those beautiful moments, it was both because of the hormones and the undying love you felt for the man.

All of this took you back to the time when you revealed the news of you both becoming parents....

*flashback*

You have never, never, felt this excited before...it was a week ago that you found out that you were pregnant... surreal, isn't it? Today...well... tomorrow.. but it was almost 10 pm so.. back to the topic, tomorrow was the day you two first started a relationship, two years... two best years.. you two met on the set of season one and now, you two were shooting Loki season two and Loki, oops, Tom. Tom was your husband,

Tom was currently out for pre- anniversary celebration with his friends. 5 and a half months since you got married and 2 years and 1 month and 16 days since you had your first kiss / started a relationship and exactly 10 months and 4 days since he proposed you.

Everything happened so fast but even if you both took years to think, the outcome would have come the same, you belonged with him and he belonged with you.

The sound of the main door opening pulled you out of your thoughts, and you started your little plan, you were wearing his favourite dress. "Darling, I'm home" you heard a baritone you knew way too well. You hid your smirk and walked towards the door.

"I'm here, my love" you called. His jaw almost hit the floor as he saw you "My love, you ... I don't have words to describe how gorgeous you look, as always. You never fail to leave me speechless. Pray tell, is there any specific reason for this heavenly sight?" he said, ending his words with a smirk causing you to blush "Oh, come on. Maybe, maybe not. Just wanted to give my darling husband a sight to enjoy" said you, walking towards him.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and into a loving kiss "Happy anniversary, my love. I can't believe we started this two years ago and now, we're here, married. It all happened so fast..." said he

"Happy anniversary to you too, darling. Indeed, it happened fast...but it was and is perfect. I have a surprise for you" his eyes lit up as a child's when you said this "Really!? Thank you, my love! I really am excited!" then, you took him to the living room where a beautifully packed gift box, which was blue in colour and had a crimson bow on top was kept. "Go on, love. Open it" he wasted no time in opening the box.

He honestly was a bit confused when he saw a pair of baby boots, the same as his favourite ones and a mini scarf, the scarf. Yes, the Loki one. You were just standing in front of him, admiring how adorable he looked. His eyes widened to the size of the couch when he saw a positive pregnancy test inside it. "Darling?" He looked at you in pleasent surprise. You gave him a nod of confirmation "Yes.." "Oh, my love..." tears of joy flooded his eyes and yours as he practically rushed towards your side, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"I can't tell you how happy I am. I'm the happiest man on earth to have you by my side and now our little wonder too. I love you, Y/N" he kisses you deeply, pouring all his love in the kiss and then kneeled in front of you, getting face level with your stomach, peppering it with kisses "Hello, my baby. I'm your dada" he cooed, raising up after a minute and pressing a kiss on your forehead. "We're going to be parents" you said once you found your voice "It's surreal..."

*present*

"How're you feeling, my love?" Your husband's voice pulled you out of your thoughts "Great, sweetheart. The team must be coming for the dress up for today's event" "Right as always, darling" in no longer than 5 minutes, the team was there....

Your makeup was perfect, so was the dress, it was light blue in colour, completing Tom's blue suit. And now, it was time for the event

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome upon the stage, MCU's beloved couple, everyone's favourite, Tom and Y/N Hiddleston!!"

The audience burst into a huge round of applause as you and Tom entered the stage with grace, exchanging plesantries before sitting on the couch "First of all very many congratulations on your wedding. May you both experience millions of moments of this eternal flame of love" said your host, Jimmy Fallon. "Thank you so much, Jimmy, really." you said with a low chuckle.

"So, before we begin talking about the Loki series... there are rumours that you guys are expecting baby Hiddleston"

This time, Tom took his turn "They are correct, we are indeed expecting a baby and I couldn't be happier" "Uh-huh" you ended his sentence placing a hand on your baby bump and earning a burst of applause and hoots

"Really?! That is Great! I'm so happy for you both" "Thank you so much, buddy"

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The rest of the night went greatly and now you and Tom were in his car heading back home. He gently held your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it "Thank you, my love." he said out of the blue making you chuckle lowly "What for, darling?" "For everything, for being here with me, for being you, for existing, for this..." said he as he placed his hand on your baby bump. You just looked at him, unable to form any words "You've a silvertounge, you know?" "I do. And I'm all yours and you're mine"

Yes, he was yours and you were his, for eternity....

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[buckyalpine]

Sour (lemonade au)

18+ minors dni

college bucky x older reader

I added some smut to this but please feel free to skip right over it at the end, I loved this idea. 

Warnings: Angstt, (jealous Bucky, misunderstandings), Fluffff, SMUT

word count: 2k

Lemonade

“OH, they’ll be here any minute!”  You still had to change and grab the dinner from the oven. You finished the last of your wine, setting the glass down and rushing out the door.

“Have fun!” Winifred called after you while Bucky cocked his head from the top of the stairs, wondering why you left in such a rush; you didn’t even say bye.

*****

Bucky frowned, seeing a tall, raven haired man leaving your house, his hand lingering on your waist for a moment too long. He looked only slightly older than you, definitely well off. He’d been at your place for hours. He kissed your cheek before getting into his car; your face was glowing, smiling and waving while he drove off. Who was this man and why was he touching his baby. Bucky shook his head, he didn’t want to make assumptions. He trusted you.

*****

“How did dinner go?”

Bucky made his way downstairs, excited to see you when he heard your voice. He paused when he heard bits and pieces of the conversation you were having with his mom in the kitchen. He didn’t want to listen in on your conversation but his curiosity got the best of him.

“It was amazing; can you believe he still remembered to bring my favourite candy that I used to get in college? From that one store that was near the dorms, he used to get it for me all the time; no other store carries it”

You sat at the kitchen island with Winifred, munching on a few snacks, while she made you some coffee, excited to hear about how last night’s dinner had gone.

“That’s sweet, I saw he brought over flowers too, still a gentleman, huh” Winnie smirked while you grinned nodding.

“and chocolates from London. I kept some in your cupboard by the way”

Bucky could feel his stomach churn; trying to ignore the ugly emotion he was feeling, jealously starting to gnaw at him. Bucky no. You were allowed to have friends, he couldn’t let his own insecurities get in the way of-

“Why’d you and Loki break up anyway?”

Wait, break up? That was your ex?

“I don’t know” You sighed, sounding like you were sad the relationship didn’t work, “Just didn’t work out I guess”

Bucky swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat, his heart breaking slightly as he quietly made his way back to his room. He understood why you would have missed your ex but it upset him nonetheless. This guy was older. Could give you more. Loki knew about everything you liked but so did he. Bucky pouted to himself, thinking about how he loved to take care of you and do things that made you smile. Loki wasn’t the only one who brought you your favourite snacks and flowers. He always cuddled and kissed you, doing everything he could to take you on dates you’d love. He always treated you like a queen because that’s exactly what you deserved. He tried his best to show you he was serious about you. He didn’t like the way your ex looked at you for too long or the way he smiled at you. You were his. His baby.

*****

“Bubba?”

“I’m busy right now y/n” Bucky tried to keep his voice neutral but you could still hear the iciness in his tone. He continued to tinker at his car, not looking at you while you stood on his driveway. It had been days since you had spoken to Bucky properly, while he continued to ignore your calls and texts.  

“Baby, is something wrong?” You didn’t understand why he was ignoring you. Winifred said he had been pouting around the house for a week but didn’t tell her why.

“No” He shrugged but his eyes refused to meet yours, stayed trained on his car instead.

“What is it baby boy” Bucky shifted; it wasn’t fair. You knew the effect that name had on him, but he wouldn’t give in; he didn’t feel like he was still your baby boy anyway. You shook your head, realizing you weren’t getting anywhere with Bucky this way. You took his hand, shaking your head when he reluctantly held onto your pinky, leading him back to your place. He trailed after you like a kicked puppy, his sad eyes breaking your heart when you reached your room, making him sit with you.

“Now will you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me James” Bucky didn’t like that. You never called him James unless you were begging and crying from pleasure under him, that was the only time where James was acceptable. Other than that, he only wanted to be your baby, your bubba, your sweet heart, your Bucky.

“Who-who’s Loki?” He whispered, feeling ashamed this conversation was even taking place. This would be the end of everything, you’d realize he’s insecure and immature and jealous and-

“Is that why you’re upset bubba?” You smiled softly at your adorable boyfriend, his cheeks flushed while he picked at his fingers. Bucky nodded, still looking down at his hands. You cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. “He’s someone I used to date years ago in college, but we broke up a long time ago baby. We stayed good friends, but there’s nothing between us now”

“I-I heard you talking to my mom” He felt like a small child admitting he’d stole the last cookie from the jar, his skin heating up further while you giggled, shaking your head. Of course he only heard the worst bits.

“Hmm, you left before hearing the whole conversation?”

Bucky looked at you curiously while you recounted the part that he didn’t hear.

***

“He was sweet but…” you felt your cheeks heat up, giggling when you thought about how amazing your boyfriend was.

“But?” Winifred could already see where your mind was headed, playfully rolling her eyes while you grinned like a love struck idiot.

“But I have the love of my life now. I honestly can’t remember what any other relationship was like ever since I started dating the sweetest person on the planet” You gushed, playing with the little J pendent Bucky had given you, you loved being his.

“Ugh, so sappy. Oh God, I know. I don’t know if I should be proud of grossed out. I’m proud he knows how to make you happy. Can you at least tell him to cover his neck every once in a while, it’s like he’s trying to audition for a role in the vampire diaries”

You cackled, while Winifred shook her head, scrunching her face. She absolutely loved you both as a couple, minus Bucky walking around the house after your dates, looking like he had been gently mauled.

***

“I love you Bucky” Your thumbs caressed his scruffy cheeks, pulling him close to kiss his nose. “I love you so much”

“You mean it?” Bucky looked at your with hopeful eyes, his sweet pout remaining on his face. His hands moved to hold your waist, pulling you gently into his lap. He hid his face into your neck, hugging you tighter; the sweet scent of your perfume made him realize how much he’d missed you in the week he avoided you. “You really love me?”

“I really love you baby boy” You wrapped your arms around him, your hand cradling his head while he continued to hide, holding onto you for dear life. You kissed his temple, your fingers gently playing with his hair, rocking him in your arms. He really was such a big baby. Your big baby.

“I love you y/n” Bucky’s voice was muffled while he clung onto you. He started to feel needy; a whole week gone without him holding or touching you properly.

“Let me show you how much I love you baby”

Stop here if you’re not looking for spicy times

*****

“I love you here” You kissed his cheeks, trailing kisses down to his neck, giving him a gentle nip before soothingly kissing the area “and here” You continued to kiss and tease his bare form, stopping right where he needed you the most, his cock leaking and swollen, begging for your attention.

“Y/n, please” He whimpered, his cock throbbing against his abs. You cooed at him, trailing kisses up his shaft, purposefully avoiding his sensitive glistening tip, loving the way he whimpered and moaned for more. “Please?”

“Don’t worry baby, just relax for me, almost there” You rolled his balls, taking them in your mouth, moaning when Bucky let out the most obscene cry feeling your tongue lap and play with them.

“Oh please s-suck my balls, don’t stop, pl-ease” His fingers tugged and carded through your hair, trying to push your face further, his cock making a mess on his stomach while you continued to lick him up and down.

You giggled, your hand wrapping around his cock in a gentle fist, stroking him while keeping his balls in your mouth. You pulled off of them with a pop, your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, licking up his arousal.

“Baby, please, wanna be inside you, need it” Bucky’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his hands fisting the sheets. “Please y/n”

You straddled his cock, rubbing the head of his cock in circles on your clit before lining him up, slowly sinking down on him. You both gasped at the stretch; it didn’t matter how many times he’d fucked you, nothing ever compared to the feeling of his cock entering you.

“You feel so good Jamie” You moaned, your hands resting on his chest while he gripped onto your hips. You could feel Bucky desperately trying to fuck up into you faster, his cock already throbbing, wanting to fill you immediately.

“Does anyone else make you feel good like I do” Bucky fucked into you faster, he knew you loved him but he couldn’t stop the tinge of jealously that still lingered. You cried out feeling his cock slam into you, your clit already throbbing. “Only you baby boy, no one else- fuck, just you James” 

Bucky’s eyes rolled back, watching your sweet, gorgeous body bounce on top of his, he wanted to cum in you so badly, claim you with his cock. 

“You’re throbbing sweet heart” You cooed, coming down to kiss his lips sweetly, your hand gently brushing back his hair. “You’re so sensitive baby boy”

“M’trying not to cum, feels so good” Bucky groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he continued to thrust up, slamming into your soaked core. “S’too much cum baby, I can feel it, my cocks full, fuck”

Your moans were nearly pornographic, Bucky’s glassy eyes and chewed lip along with his desperate needy voice was enough to throw you off the edge. You could feel your orgasm crashing over you without warning, your hand flying to your clit to clench around his cock further, a string of moans and whines dripping from your lips and you rode him faster.

“Fuck are you cumming?” Bucky moaned, feeling you squeeze and try to milk his cock. “Oh fuck, you’re cumming, can feel it, so tight, I-I can’t”

“I-I love you” you whined out, your body collapsing on top of his to give his face sloppy kisses. Bucky’s hands cupped your face, deepening the kiss, his hips continuing to gently rock into you letting you ride out your climax. “I love you”

“Fuck I love you so much, my princess” Bucky groaned, your body twitching and strangling his cock.

 “y/n, can’t hold it” Bucky grabbed you, flipping you over so he was on top, pounding you into the mattress at an unrelenting pace. “Can’t hold it, gonna cum, m’gonna cum, fuck”

“Cum for me Bucky” You moaned, your pussy still squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky moaned into your neck, his balls tensing as he started to shoot ropes of warm cum into you, filling you till you were dripping all over your sheets.

“Cumming so much for you, fuck y/n, you’re all mine, all fucking mine” He panted, as he continued to rut his hips, a slow endless stream of cum still pouring from the tip.

Bucky’s eyes remained closed, reaching around for the covers, pulling them over you both while he cock started to soften, still buried in you warmth. You kissed him all over his face; your hands cupping his face, making him look at you again. You’d never let him feel like he wasn’t the absolute love of your life again.

“I love you my baby boy”  

“I love you princess”

-

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[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

NOTES: I'm in the middle of reading Unwanted by @scoonsalicious and am really pissed at that Bucky which made writing fluff a challenge so I hope this came out alright.

LMK if y'all want smut

Chapter 13

Warnings: little angst but mostly fluff

Bucky kissed Rainbow on the cheek as he dropped her off in her room to get ready for their date. Before Bucky even took two steps away from her door, Steve hurried up and started knocking. Rainbow opened the door smiling, thinking Bucky had forgotten something but her face fell when she saw Steve looking at her expectantly.

She sighed "What do you want, Steve?"

Steve smiled at her "I was wondering if you had plans tonight? Maybe we could go for dinner?"

Rainbow shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose "I don't think so Steve. I have plans tonight but even if I didn't, I still wouldn't spend any time with you even if the world was on fire and you owned all the water. Go find yourself a new girl to control and cheat on." She slammed the door in his face.

Steve heard something behind him and glared at Bucky who was leaning up against the wall chuckling at him. "I waited to see if she needed any help dealing with you but it seems like she can handle herself just fine.

And damn pal, the attitude she gave you was hot as fuck."

He slapped Steve on the shoulder "Well, man, I've got a date to get ready for with my sweet Rainbow and I do not want to be late. Catch you later, punk."

Steve just stood in the hallway, seething, until an idea to interfere with their date started forming and he walked away to develop it.

Wanda went to Rainbows room to help her get ready for her date. Rainbow was already anxious.

"I don't know what to wear, I don't have much."

Wanda looked at her "It's just a date, not like you two don't already finish each others sentences all the time. Bucky is crazy about you, he'd love you in a potato sack so stop worrying about it."

Wanda hummed looking through Rainbows closet before grabbing a hanger. "How about this?" She waved a baby blue sun dress "and.......this?" Putting her black leather biker jacket over it. "And some sandals? Light make up and relaxed hair?"

Rainbow laughed and nodded "Yes!" Before sitting down so Wanda could work on her hair.

Rainbow hummed without even realizing and her aura glowed so Wanda giggled "You must not be too nervous because your lights are so light and soft"

Rainbow felt her face heat up and her lights went pink "Why would I be nervous? Bucky and I are already know each other so well. I feel like all the other stuff, you know Strucker, Nat all that bad was there to make sure I appreciate right now. I mean do you think there's something I should be nervous about? Did you see something in Bucky's head? Tell me Wanda please!" She felt her heart racing.

Wanda rubbed her back "No there's nothing,  I didn't read anything it was just your lights were so pretty."

Rainbow sighed and tried to soothe herself. "I'm more worried about Steve trying to cause trouble. He knocked on my door after the meeting and asked me to go out with him. I don't think he's going to back down."

Wanda consoled her "We aren't going to let Steve mess things up for you. I'll keep an eye on him to make sure."

Wanda finished her work and stood back. "Stand up and take a look."

Rainbow stood and looked at herself in the mirror, gasped, then twirled to make sure it was really her. "Wanda, what did you do? You made me beautiful."

Wanda scoffed playfully "No love, you are beautiful. I just helped highlight what you already have."

Rainbow felt her emotions welling up and her eyes felt teary. She fanned her face with her hands "Oh no Wanda, you're gonna make me cry and ruin my face. I just, I don't, I'm, no I can't do this it's too much."

Wanda handed her some tissues "No, stop it. You're just nervous but it's going to be perfect. Trust me."

Rainbow hugged her friend and sat on her couch to wait for Bucky.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky looked himself over in his mirror, black jeans, button up and leather jacket. Simple and very him. He left his room to pick up the flowers he had ordered at reception and back upstairs to pick up his Rainbow.

He passed his own door to see Steve leaned up against it.

Bucky shook his head "No time for your BS Rogers, find a new hobby."

Steve scoffed "I don't think so. You're nuts if you think I'm just going to stand back and watch you take my girl. I'm not that skinny weakling you used to protect."

Bucky nodded "I agree, that weakling wouldn't have treated Rainbow the way you have."

Steve snapped "Not Rainbow, her fucking name is Y/N and I will get her back." he shoved Bucky into the wall.

Bucky stared at the man he used to consider his brother before setting the flowers aside and cracked his neck calmly. He moved so quickly after that, that Steve couldn't follow his movements and found himself against the wall with Bucky's vibranium hand around his neck. Again.

Bucky held him a moment, breathing heavily before looking Steve in the eyes "This is the LAST time I'm gonna say this. You fucked up and RAINBOW isn't yours, doesn't want to be yours and I'm honestly baffled trying to understand why she won't let me kill you. She's with me now and I'm not gonna fuck up like you did. Now I'm taking her on a date and you are gonna stay here, in the building, and leave us the fuck alone. Got it?"

Steve tried to speak and nod but he couldn't. Bucky chuckled and let up on Steve's neck "Sorry, I guess I'm a little overzealous. Are we clear?"

Steve nodded wordlessly while looking past Bucky's shoulder, seeing Y/N beckoning him and followed her into his own room.

Bucky saw Wanda down the hall, red magic reaching from her hands to follow Steve into his room. She smiled at Bucky and nodded her head towards Rainbows room.

Bucky smiled back, dusted himself off, picked up his flowers and hurried to Rainbows door, knocking quickly. When she opened her door his jaw dropped, making her giggle.

"Hi Jamie." She took the flowers he held out for her.

"Damn doll, you get prettier every time I see you."

She smiled and felt her face heat up, hoping he wouldn't notice. "You look very handsome too. Let me put these flowers in some water and we can go."

Bucky took her hand after she took care of the flowers and led her to the entrance of the building.

When he opened the door for her, Rainbow gasped to see a horse drawn carriage waiting for them.

She looked over at Bucky who shrugged "It's incredible what you can do when you have Tony Stark backing you up." He held his hand up to help her step into the carriage.

They rode all the way around the lake and came back around to the end of the property stopping at a spot with soft outdoor lights and a blanket spread out topped by an assortment of pillows. Soft jazz music seemed to come out of nowhere.

The driver stopped the horse and Bucky helped Rainbow out of the carriage which went far enough away to give them privacy but close enough to be there when they were ready to go home.

Rainbow looked at the setting in awe "It's so pretty Jamie, I love this!"

Bucky stared at her with a smile on his face "Absolutely beautiful"

Rainbow looked at him, realized he was looking at her then felt the butterflies explode and leave a tingle in her core.

Bucky smirked and kissed her cheek before offering a hand to help her sit and get comfortable on the blanket. She giggled playing with them until she was comfortable.

Bucky poured wine and put out a dish of fruit, veggies, cheese and crackers for them to snack on. They talked and laughed, quietly watched the sun set in each others arms, then talked more until Bucky leaned over and kissed her. He was soft and slow to start, gently nibbling her lower lip until she opened up for him and their tongues danced together. He pulled her closer and ran his hands all over her body until they both needed to come up for air.

Bucky caressed her cheek with his flesh hand and smiled when she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. He gently grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into another kiss. She kissed him back with all the love and passion she felt. She felt his vibranium hand tighten around her waist until she could feel his erection pushing into her center and moaned into his mouth.

He smiled into the kiss and moved his hand down to grab her ass and grind into her.

He pulled back to check on her, looking into her beautiful eyes "Are you ok doll you let me know if I'm going too fast, yeah?"

Rainbow nodded "I will but you aren't. I want you Jamie. I need you."

She reached down to barely run her hand over his straining cock. Even through his clothes she made him feel like nothing he remembered.

He grunted, his voice husky "If you keep that up I'm gonna make a mess in my pants like a teenager."

He pulled away a little "Maybe we should cool off? Maybe a walk along the lake shore?"

Rainbow pouted and shook her head before rubbing him a little harder, nibbling on his earlobe and whispering in his ear "Maybe, we should get back to my room so I can show you what I meant when I said I need you."

Bucky kissed her one more time before grabbing his phone and texting the coachman to pick them up.

He looked at Rainbow and winked as he pulled her up to stand "Then let's get out of here, doll."

Smut? Or no smut?

@vicmc624

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[tripleyeeet]

YOU’VE GOT MY BODY, FLESH AND BONE

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Female Reader

SUMMARY: After Loki triggers a security breach, you suddenly find yourself participating in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. DARK FIC, 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT

WORD COUNT: 4,226

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The votes are in! Primal kink won my little kink poll so here you go you horny little bastards! (Also if you’re wondering where the title comes from it’s from this amazing song by Sleep Token!) 

MASTERLIST

-

When the alarm goes off for the third time this week you sincerely debate whether or not to kill him. It wouldn’t be that hard, would it? Sure, he’s a skilled magic user and wicked knife wielder but you have strengths too, right? You’re flexible and smart and know at least four different types of hand-to-hand combat! Plus, it’s not like the man would win in a gunfight… what with the knife and everything. Honestly, it’d be easy as—

“What are you doing?” Nat’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. Already she’s standing at your doorway, holstering her gun and tying back her hair, staring at you with annoyed eyes.

“Mentally preparing my next move,” you yell, pushing yourself off the edge of your bed with such uncharacteristic vigour it makes her laugh.

“Oh please, you’re just pissed off because he woke you up,” she calls back. 

You roll your eyes but ultimately agree, considering she’s right. You are pissed off that he decided to wake you up because this was the one morning you were guaranteed to have off. The one morning where no one was allowed to wake you up for missions or meetings or any other inconveniently early tasks SHIELD often required. 

(Well, so long as an emergency security breach didn’t happen… fuck you, Loki.)

“Steve wants us on the quinjet in ten, think you can handle that without my help?”

“Obviously.“ 

Even in the dimly lit room, you can see Nat’s smirk at your reply —the way the edge of her top lip quirks up as she watches you shuffle through your room in search of a pair of pants. It’s the kind of smirk that’s often accompanied by at least some semblance of warmth or kindness. The kind of smirk that makes you laugh and roll your eyes in fake annoyance. 

So when you see this one and how weirdly smug it looks, it immediately stops you in your tracks. Mid-search, you freeze and stare, examining the way Nat’s face suddenly contorts in on itself; a glow of green flashing across your vision, blinding you as you raise your hand to cover your face. 

“What the f—“

You’re cut off by that familiar dark chuckle —the one that often keeps you up at night if you think too long about it. Attached to it, a pale face stands out in the darkness, its features watching you as you drop your hand and narrow your eyes. “I swear to god if you’ve come to take me hostage or something I’ll call Bruce.” 

Loki clicks his tongue and shakes his head, the grin across his face only widening as he quickly strides to your side. “You think that brute can stop me?”

“I mean, he has before, hasn’t he?” You grin. 

Instead of responding he merely scoffs and circles your frame, inching closer and closer until you can feel his breath hitting the side of your neck in hot, wet puffs, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes but that was before.”

Before? What the fuck does he mean by before? And if that was before then what’s after? Is this after? If so, what was before after but after before? 

You can barely think with the constant ringing in your ears. The endless whoop, whoop, whoop settling inside your head like a cultic mantra, penetrating your eardrums aggressively. 

Stressfully, you blink and slowly bring a hand to the side of your head, squinting in pain as you massage your temple and try to forget that Loki’s standing beside you. That Loki’s grinning and chuckling and watching you like a hungry wolf about to pounce on its prey. 

“Have you always been this distracted?”

“Hm?”

“You’re distracted,” he snaps, paraphrasing his previous sentence.

“Am I?”

Moving even closer, Loki reaches out to graze your neck, the base of his knuckles moving in slow lines up and down the edge of your throat. “Yes, very,” he says then, leaving you unsure how to respond. 

So, instead, you swallow hard, feeling his hand continue its ministrations —each finger carving line after careful line across the goosebumps that have started to bloom like flowers in an open field.

Except, instead of an open field you’re in your darkened bedroom, trapped against the space in front of your closet. Behind you, all there is to defend yourself is a few pieces of fabric and some coat hangers. Maybe a shoe or two if you’re quick enough to bend down and grab them. (You’re not.)  

“Loki, I–“

Because of the constant ringing that blares through the compound, you've become increasingly disorientated, your mind practically swimming through molasses as you try and come up with ways to escape. For example, maybe you could try going for the throat. One swift punch could easily debilitate him long enough to rush for the knife underneath your mattress or even the gun in your dresser. Or you could claw his face —shoot for the eyes so that while you’re running he can’t even see. Or maybe—

“Oh, darling, you really are quite adorable when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” you snap, almost defensively as you feel his hand begin to move, its previous position ghosting your skin as it eventually settles at the base of your throat. This time palm down. 

“Confused.” The tips of his fingers press down, applying the littlest amount of pressure to the side of your esophagus. “Helpless, even.” 

His words leave you a bit lightheaded as you turn away, trying your best to do another quick sweep of your room through the darkness. Something easier said than done considering it’s the middle of the night and the light switch is on the opposite side of the room, taunting you like an unreachable beacon of hope. 

In fact, the only light coming from the window behind you is a scarce amount of the city skyline, creating just enough brightness to showcase Loki’s face and how it focuses solely on you. 

“I’m not helpless.”

“Of course you’re not,” he taunts, his voice soft and breathy and barely audible over the alarm that continues to go on and on and on until eventually, it feels like it’s become a part of you. 

In the background, the endless sound not only yells and screams but also manages to crash into every possible thought that makes its way to the forefront of your mind. The painful process buries you further into Loki’s punishing arms which slowly begin to snake around your waist. 

Against you, still standing at your side, he’s begun slithering like a snake across your skin, palming your neck and hip so softly that the space between your thighs can’t help but ache for something more —something harmful and sinister. Something you know he can give you. 

“Loki, what are you doing?” Your voice is barely above a whisper now, its tone nervous and sore and ultimately filled with yearning despite knowing what a terrible idea it is to crave something like this.

Something like him. 

“I don’t know, darling, perhaps you should tell me.” 

Swallowing hard, you feel his hand fully around your throat now, each digit gripping your skin with such desperation you find yourself reaching out to support him, knowing that he needs this. Knowing that, despite what this may look like, his hand around your throat means something entirely different from what it actually is.

“You’re trying to escape?” you offer, knowing that’s a lie because if he were pulling some magical escape trick he would’ve been gone by now. 

He tuts, shaking his head and moving close. “Care to give it another go?”

His breath fans across the expanse of your cheek, dusting it in a heat that radiates down to the base of your belly. All over you can feel yourself begin to burn. Everything suddenly hot and uncomfortable, your skin no longer feeling like your own as he pinches the space just above the waistband of your underwear, gnawing at it as if it were his teeth. 

Which you can see grinning. Even through the darkness, you can see them big and wide, each one moving to push aside the lips that contain them. 

Across his face, he’s got a look you’ve never seen before. Something resembling desire but also ruin. 

It makes you wish you were simultaneously closer and farther. A wish you’re well aware hardly makes sense considering, at this moment, Loki is the enemy. Loki is the opposition. Loki is the hostile wolf in the open field watching you like a lamb who’s already been offered to the slaughter. 

A slaughter that’s now opening its doors to you in the form of Loki’s mouth, which has begun its descent toward your ear. “C’mon pet, give it another go,” it says, loud and clear and full of tease.

Biting your lip, you try to drown out all the sensations around you then —all the ringing and breathing and guilty, glorious touching. All of it carefully moves behind you, drifting into a space that keeps it contained long enough for you to close your eyes and steady your breath before eventually deciding it’s the throat you’ll go for.

Then, it all happens in an instant. Quickly you turn on your heel while shoving him back, groaning at the sudden lack of contact as you reach out and knuckle him in the throat. As soon as your skin makes contact you hear him gag at the sudden increase in pressure, his body half crumbling in on itself just as you book it through the doorway, not even bothering to close the door behind you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you repeatedly swear under your breath, moving blindly through the halls towards Tony’s safe room, ignoring the way your head pounds and your calves ache and how you can hear Loki screaming behind you, the slapping of his shoes picking up speed as you clumsily slide around the corner making contact with the wall.

“Running away from the inevitable are we?” His voice echoes in time with the alarm, ebbing and flowing in and out of your ears so painfully that you find yourself groaning as you come up to the safe room door. 

“FRIDAY, cue emergency protocol number eight,” you yell once you’re there, slamming your hand against the touchpad in front of you, praying to whoever will listen as you close your eyes and breathe and wait for FRIDAY’s voice to confirm your demand and open the door.

So when she doesn’t, you find yourself beginning to panic —the inside of your chest pounding like a broken metronome, its speed increasing every single millisecond you spend bashing your palm against the touchpad and screaming out to let you in. To keep you safe and warm and away from the dangerous body that you know is rounding the corner with boiling blood and sharpened teeth. 

Because without even looking you can feel Loki’s eyes move towards you, his pupils dilating to the point where you can’t even remember what the colour of his irises are. Are they green or blue or perhaps a mix? you think, trying your best to settle your nerves as you give the touchpad one last go and mutter the magic words.

“FRIDAY, cue emergency—”

But before you can even finish he’s on you, the ditch of his arm wrapping around your throat. Roughly, he brings you into his chest, your back suddenly flush with his front as he grunts and drags you away. 

Against him, you grit your teeth and struggle for freedom, every limb you have lashing out as he laughs in your ear and tugs you close enough to press his cheek against your own. 

“You really thought you could escape?” 

As he speaks into the plush of your cheek, you feel your chest begin to swell with something new. Something bordering on surrender. As if this feeling deep inside of you has accepted the primal urge to give in and let Loki take you however he wants. 

Suddenly, your body begins to settle into this new position of power, your limbs slowly failing in their struggle to control and instead relinquish. 

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice barely audible over the continuous siren that’s suddenly heard above the beating of your heart. 

“Because I can,” he says. “Because I want to watch you lose.” 

You’re only partly certain of what he means by lose, figuring he means it in the literal sense. He wants to see you submit —to watch you bow before him by any means necessary. It’s embedded in his DNA to do as such. Being a God, it’s his job to crave power and submission like one breathes air. It’s his birthright. His promise to the world to be forever above no matter the cost.

And at the moment your senses cave into such ideas. Your body slumps back in exhaustion, your chest rising and falling in time with Loki’s breath which continues to waft along your skin. Quickly, your extremities begin to work against you, moving to twist your body around so that you’re face to face, sharing the same space, pretending like it’s okay that the man before you is suddenly leaning in, eyes half-lidded, grin ablaze. 

When your lips touch it’s like you’re being eaten alive, the tips of Loki’s teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you try to pull away. Practically beneath him, you feel his hands move to cup your face, each palm gripping the underside of your chin with fanned-out fingers as he drinks you in like water, sucking and licking up any breath you manage to take in. 

Because unlike you, he’s hungry. Desperate and yearning —his wanting mouth signalling the rest of his body to keep you close no matter the consequence. Tightly, he’s gripping onto you for dear life, manoeuvring you into positions you’re too exhausted to fight against. 

Which causes you to end up on the floor somehow, belly up, shirt dishevelled across your suddenly exposed skin. Above you, Loki grins and lets his hands begin to roam, moving to coat the softness of your skin with the roughness of his palms. “I’m glad you’re beginning to understand your purpose, pet,” he practically laughs, his left hand finding its home at the base of your throat while he uses the other to undo his trousers. 

An act that sends you into another phase of panic, realizing what’s to come. What’s bound to happen based on your reactions.

Because really, there are only two ways this can go. You can either fight and most likely die trying given your position or you can succumb to his desires and hope to God he’s gentle. 

“Loki…” 

Despite the loudness of everything around you, the only thing you hear at that moment is the zip and the shuffle of his pelvis moving to release his cock, followed by the hollow groan that follows once he’s free. Then, still stationed above, you feel him lower himself further onto you, using his knees to part your legs.

“Look at you,” he says. Revelling in his work and the way he quickly grabs your wrists and positions them above your head. “Look at how powerless you look.” 

Unable to fight the urge to defy him, you merely press your lips together in a thin line, trying somehow to convey your distaste without speaking. 

“Your attempt was admirable, I’ll admit. Not many would even try to do what you just did.” As he speaks, he readjusts the both of you, nudging your wrists into one single hand before using the other one to glide across your covered slit, pulling from you a long breath.

“That’s it. See what it feels like to give in? See how good it can feel.” 

Again, he skims that same spot —the one that makes you twitch beneath his grasp— lingering at its centre, sending your desire over the edge. 

In an instant, all of your previous thoughts of escaping such futile endings quickly vanish with the air that exits your lungs. And every belief that you could win this fight is crushed beneath the pressure of his hands that suddenly push against the fabric of your underwear, leaving you vulnerable to his wants. To his need to smirk and push the cloth aside, exposing you to the open air and his aching cock. 

“Loki, please,” you beg then, unsure because despite the fear swelling inside of you, the dull pulse between your legs feels like it’s beginning to take over. Growing in pressure, it makes you start to double back on that feeling of submission. That strange inclination to let him do whatever it is he wants to do. 

“Please what, pet?” he asks, but again, you say nothing —feeling that small amount of fear taking over your mouth as it cracks open at the presence of his fingers ghosting you all over again.

“I hope you know that I’m being polite in asking you what you want.”

Swallowing hard, you nod, knowing he’s telling the truth. He’s not normally this giving. Usually, he’s harsh and vile and wolflike, taking what’s his whenever the time’s right. So for him to grant you such pleasantries is truly a gift.

“Why me?” 

Without missing a beat you feel him prod your opening, coasting across the expanse of your sex in long, drawn-out motions. Carefully, he stares at you with anticipation, watching the way you suddenly struggle beneath him, your wrists and legs wiggling to break free from the pleasure.

“I like how weak willed you are,” he says, pushing into you without hesitation, his body falling flush with yours as he roughly pistons into you. 

At first, it’s a shock, feeling him inside of you like this. It’s painfully intimate. The appearance of him taking space in such a private area leaves you contently breathless despite knowing that it’s wrong. 

Because him and you, lying on the floor against your will as he ruts into you with all the force in the world is something you know you should hate. But as he grips your wrists and steadies himself with a newfound hand on your hip, you can’t help but relish in such a feeling. In the pleasure, he simultaneously takes and gives each time his pelvis snaps against you like a rubber band.

It makes you want to scream. To beg for more. To reach out and touch him and tell him that everything leading up to this point has been long since forgotten. 

“Look at you,” he practically gasps, the edges of his lips turning up to show how pleased he is. “Look at how fucked are you.”

Even without seeing it yourself, you understand what he means. On the floor, your body is exposed to him in such a demeaning way that the only way to describe it is fucked. Deliciously and undeniably fucked. No longer a body of flesh and bone and teeth willing to bite. No, instead you’re merely a vessel meant for him to suck his pleasure out of and it’s something that should frighten you —this idea of being used. 

Deep down, you should defy it in any way you can, yet lying here, feeling the continuous push and pull of Loki’s cock dragging across your inner walls completely erases such ideas. The budding pleasure inside makes it difficult to think of anything other than your desired release and what it might feel like to share such a moment. 

“Loki?” You speak his name not expecting an answer, knowing he’s already given you more than you deserve. 

“What is it, pet?” In between words, he plunges into you, brutally increasing the pace as your eyes flutter shut and your wrists once again beg to break free. 

“Touch, please.” It’s the only thing you can muster up the energy to say, the feeling of him continuously filling you up becoming too much to bear as your chest rises and falls, struggling to keep up with the pumping of your heart.

“Touch, she says,” he replies with a laugh, continuing to move in and out, listening to the way you moan; watching the way you writhe beneath his tight grasp, desperate for further release. “Touch what?”

You’re too out of breath to respond with words so instead, you just whine, looking at him with tormented eyes that you know don’t properly convey what you want, causing him to laugh and fuck and clasp your hip with greedy hands. 

“If you want something you have to ask.”

Another gift, you think. Another undeserved offering placed at your feet. 

Just thinking about it makes you hum with delight, granting you a moment of clarity just long enough to ask him if you can touch him. If, instead of him merely taking what it is he wants, you could have the opportunity to give it to him. 

“You want to give me what’s already mine?”

You bite your lip and nod, feeling him suddenly begin to slow down the pace at which he moves inside of you. A lack of sensation you wish to curse out of existence. 

“You want me to grant you the allowance of touch?” 

You nod again, bucking your hips ever so slightly to try and nudge him to move faster. To push harder. To fill you up with everything he could ever want because you’re his now. He owns you. 

“Normally I don’t grant such pleasantries but for you perhaps I could make an exception.” 

Your thighs tighten around his cock as he speaks, your excitement practically driving you over the edge as you feel the hand around your wrists begin to loosen their grip. 

“However, first you need to prove yourself,” he says, drawing from within you an annoyed breath once he completely pulls out of you.

“How?” At this point, you’ll do anything he asks.

“I want you to touch yourself as I fuck you.”

Normally such an idea would leave you squirming in discomfort but right now you’re too determined so you merely just nod and breathe, watching as Loki’s hand fully leaves and finds purchase on your other hip, waiting for you to begin.

Then without missing a beat you begin to touch yourself. Running your hands along your stomach, you start by warming yourself up, tickling the base of your torso with the lightest of touches before dragging them up to play with the fabric of your sleep shirt, watching as Loki licks his lips and tightens his grip. On your hips, you can feel his digits digging holes into your flesh, creating new geysers of pleasure you’ll surely admire later as you push your hands beneath your shirt. 

Despite the chill of the hallway, your skin is almost too hot to touch, your hands moving delicately against the mounds that sit there now on full display. All across your skin goosebumps begin to form, each textured bump jumping out to show Loki just what it is he’s doing to you. How good you’re making him feel as he violently drives into you, sending your soul into another wave of euphoria. 

His cock, once again filling you up, pushes further than ever before. Against your deepest point, you can feel him pounding that same spot, trying his best to break the backdrop with such aggression you cry out. 

Tears begin to collect at the corner of your eyes as he moves, his body taking pleasure while delivering pain. Every part of you is screaming for him to stop —to pull back and slow down, but deep down you know he won’t so you just touch yourself gently, rubbing the peaks of your breasts with soft hands in hopes of evening everything out.

Too much, you want to tell him but instead, you groan through closed eyes and open lips and anxious hands that massage your chest as you feel one of his hands unclasp your hip and move toward your neck.

“Shhhh,” he warns then, taking hold of your throat with unrestrained power, applying just enough pressure to leave you conscious yet lightheaded. 

Quickly, your vision begins to fill with inklings of white light. Your mind screaming at you for release —for freedom and safety while you continue to step over the threshold of danger, praying to the God of Mischief that your perversity will be granted with the pleasure you so desperately crave. 

“Fuck, you take me so well.” 

It’s the last thing you hear before your body begins to erupt. Before your head explodes and your cunt starts to quiver with that familiar burn that surrounds the end of Loki’s cock. All over your skin begins to tingle, the presence of Loki’s hand exiting your throat and moving to cup your face as he leans over to bury himself within your neck. At that point all you can feel is your insides pulsing, twitching around him as you hold your chest and close your eyes, drinking in the way Loki’s lips slot themselves across your throat, suckling the newfound wound brought on by his possessive hands. 

Inside of you, you quickly feel him follow suit, his cock coating your insides with cum as he groans into your skin, trying his best to ground himself through the orgasm that rips through him.

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[mochie85]

Man of The Month part 3: February & March

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Summary: You continue to work on the calendar and corral the expectations of the 'models' you would be shooting. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff

You woke up later than usual. The sun greeted you through the slip of your curtains, and you languidly lay in bed, stretching with a worried gaze on your face.

You couldn’t help but fuss when you’re thinking of this game you found yourself a player in. You could just imagine Tony setting everything up like a deranged gamemaster. Placing all the pieces where they needed to be, and letting them play their positions. Laughing maniacally as we all make a fool of ourselves in front of one another. No one more than you.

You wondered who would show their hand. There were only twelve of them. And if what Tony said about Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce were true, then that left eight other men vying for your attention.

That couldn’t be right.  

You hung out with these guys. Fought with them. Ate and laughed with them. You’ve never gotten that feeling of attraction from anyone of them. Especially Loki. He was always so cavalier and posh that he’d never bat an eyelash in your direction.  

You took your time dressing and getting ready knowing full well that you weren’t needed to do anything but work on this promiscuous publication.

You grabbed a banana in the kitchen and filled your favorite travel mug with rich coffee. Walking down the stairs, you sipped on your coffee enjoying the warm glow surrounding you in a halo of comfort. Your thoughts cycling through the remaining eight men who supposedly wanted to keep you company.

That bubble shattered with loud murmurs of eleven men surrounding the front entrance to your studio.

“What the hell is going on?” You yelled over all of them. You stopped just before you reached the bottom step. Your heightened position making everyone look up at you.

“What does ‘Heckers and Salutations’ mean?” Thor asked tilting his head as he read your mug.

“Hell and Hello.” You answered giving him a narrow look. “What are you all doing here?” You asked looking into each of their eyes.

“Morning babes, some of us wanted to see if we could do our shoots with you today.” Bucky offered with a smile on his face. Loki took an intake of breath to try and stifle the growl that came out when he heard Barnes call you, babes.

“Oh. I thought we all agreed to go in order by month. At least that’s what I thought,” you said to yourself.

“See!” Sam yelled. “Y’all thought you could jump the line?! Now get yo’ asses back upstairs!” he laughed and pointed, trying to usher disappointed soldiers and gods alike.

“I just wanna get this over with,” Rhodey said scratching his head.

“Ya, me too.” Bruce concurred.

“Ok, but we really do need a set schedule, Scopes. What if we go on a mission or something?” Strange asked.

“Good point as always, Doc.” You smiled in his direction making him beam. Oh, Stephen too? How had I not noticed before? “Um…” you sounded, lost in thought.

Loki felt uncomfortable watching your interactions. Jealous of the fact that the vain doctor could make you lose your words with a simple smile. Is Strange the one that you fancy? Is he the one you think of at night, holding you in bed the way I think of you?

Loki only accompanied these buffoons to make sure no one got the upper hand on him. If someone were to extend their time with you, it would be no one but himself.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to get away from it. He strode past you on the steps and growled in his frustration, “Just ask for me when you want me.”

His irritation was palpable. You could feel it sink into your heart causing you to step back. Of all the smiles you received this morning, you wanted Loki’s the most.

Thor saw your eyes soften, for a fraction of a second then return to the task at hand. His answering smile at your little altercation goading him to continue with his matchmaking plan.

“Okay. I can handle one, maybe two, a day – with all the shots and editing. Since I shot Tony yesterday, I’ll go in order and have February today and March on standby. That’s you, Agent Barton, and Rhodey.” You announced to the eager eyes watching you. “I’ll shoot April tomorrow.” You said smiling at Shaun as he crossed his arms and smiled back. “And I’ll give everyone else a heads up the day before when they’ll be shooting so you guys can prepare. How’s that?”

“Sounds fair,” Steve said smiling. “I look forward to my shoot.” As Steve sauntered back up the stairs, he smiled that glittering smile that’ll make anyone weak in the knees. Everyone started marching up behind the captain, leaving you to continue your day.

“I told them you were going to go in order, Tweets,” Sam said.

“Ya, ya. I bet you loved this chaos, don’t you? You’re just as bad as Laufeyson sometimes.” You joked at him.

“Hey, it gets so boring here when we’re not on a mission. I need something to do.”

“So whatever I’m comfortable with?” Clint asked with his eyebrows raised.

“That’s right Agent Barton.” You reassured him.

“Y/N, we’ve been working together for years now. I think you can just call me Clint.”

“OK, Agent…Clint.”

“God, you’re worse than Kate.” He mumbled under his breath. You chuckled.

You’d never hung out with Clint alone before. It was always a group outing. Whenever you were out in the field, you addressed each other by your alter egos. Besides death and taxes, trust that one of these evil whack jobs will find information about your personal life and make it a living hell. So ‘Hawkeye’ and ‘Scopes’ it was out on the field.

“This is a weird enough situation, Clint. I didn’t know how to address you. We’d never really hung out before and now I’m about to shoot ‘tasteful nudes’ of you.” You declared as you set up your angles.

“No! Not nudes. My wife would kill me.” Clint said taking off his jacket. “Plus, I don’t want my kids to die of embarrassment that their dad posed naked in the Avengers Calendar.” You both laughed.

“Like I said, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Clint looked around your setup. There were different backdrops set in one corner of the massive studio. A makeshift kitchen and workout area, as well as a bed. Clint did not want to know what ideas you might have for the other men.

He found a guitar and sat by the wall. He strummed it a few times waiting for you to finish whatever you needed to prep.

Unbeknownst to him, you had already finished prepping and were just waiting for him to feel comfortable. You took a few candids of Clint playing the guitar. When he finally realized what you were doing, he blushed and stopped.

“Awe. Come on, Clint. I was just getting the good stuff.” You proceeded to take a few more shots. He started feeling uncomfortable, knowing that the camera was on him. His body became stiff and his movements became jerky and robotic.

“Ok, how ‘bout this? Go ahead and play the guitar one more time. And I’ll try to be discreet about it. Pretend like I’m not even here. Okay?” you tried to calm Clint.

“Ya, sure. Okay.” Clint instantly felt relief once he picked up the guitar again. Maybe it was having the familiar feeling of plucking a string. Or just having something occupy his hands in general.

“Man, I’m glad Tony didn’t greenlight that reality show project. I would hate for cameras to follow me around everywhere.”

“Seriously.” You agreed. “Those things are mostly scripted anyway. You never get the ‘reality’ of it.”

“Living here would be more like Survivor than The Real World.” He joked.

“It’s starting to feel more like The Bachelorette, to tell you the truth.”

“Who’d you give your rose to, Scopes?” he probed, getting more comfortable with the topic at hand.

“Spoilers, Clint. Spoilers.” You deflected.

The two of you started talking about your favorite TV shows, putting Clint at ease. You both found a common love for suspense and comedy.

You took a few more shots of him sitting down and some standing up before you said, “Okay finished. I think I got enough. Do you wanna see?”

You led him to your workstation and plugged in your camera. The page was filled with close-ups and body shots in a matter of seconds.

“Do you have a particular favorite?” you asked him, scrolling down. He picked a couple of shots where he was leaning by the wall. His muscular arms showing off his tattoo. “I like that one too,” you said to him.

“Hey, these are great, Scopes. If you ever quit the hero business, you should definitely consider doing this full-time.”

“Thanks, Clint. That means a lot actually.”

“Hey…uh, can you send me some of these. You know, for Laura.” He asked lowering his voice.

“Sure,” you smiled as you made a copy of all the pictures on a memory card and handed it to him.

“Thanks, Scopes,” he said mussing your hair.

“Anytime, Clint,” you laughed. “Do you think you could send Rhodey down for his shoot?”

“Sure thing.”

Rhodey was sitting on the sofa in the common room awaiting his turn with you. You had told him to be on standby and he hated waiting, not knowing when he would get called down. Clint could take up the whole day, he thought. He had a very important off-world call coming up soon and he didn’t want to miss it.

It was always like this with Tony. His whims were always met. No matter what other people had to sacrifice. And for Rhodey, that would mean sacrificing his only time to get to see his Captain. Clint interrupted his thoughts by walking up the stairs to the team hollering and whooping.

“Ya, ya. Shut your traps.” Clint said to everyone around him.

“So, tell us everything. Did you take off your shirt?” Nat asked.

“Did you go full frontal?” Wanda snickered.

“Did you un-quiver your special arrow?” Tony added in on the fun. Loki sat quietly observing the interrogation. It made him ponder what he would do when his opportunity came up. In truth, he had no qualms about being bare and exposed. Asgard’s societal norms when it came to sexuality and nudity weren’t as repressed as it is here in Midgard.

“No. No. And definitely NO. Laura would kill me.” Clint said pointing to each of them in turn. “It’s your turn, Rhodes. She asked me to send you down when you were ready.” Clint said to Rhodey.

“Finally” Rhodey muttered under his breath. He quickly took off his shirt, exposing his taut muscles underneath. Aside from the two Asgardians and Tony, the team took a collective gasp. Shock ran through them. Not that they were surprised by his peak physical fitness. But by his cavalier attitude of just disrobing in front of the team and committing to the scheme at hand.

“I better not miss this call, Stank. You know we don’t get to talk very often.” Rhodey said annoyed. As if he conjured it from midair, he procured a Stetson that was placed on the sofa next to him and posited it on his head.

A catcall whistle came out from Natasha and asked, “Did anyone know that that’s what the colonel looked like underneath?” she giggled as they all watched Rhodey descend the stairs into your studio.

“I did!” Tony said. “Go get’em, tiger!” He yelled to Rhodey and he answered back by giving him the middle finger.

“Since when did he have a tattoo?” Clint wondered.

“Where did he get the hat?” Thor asked amused.

“Well, gentlemen. The stakes have been raised.” Tony announced to everyone in the room.

Rhodey came in with a flurry, ready to start. And ready to finish. “Hey, Colonel– daamn Rhodes…” You stopped midway through your greeting shocked to find Rhodey in position and set with an impressive Stetson on his head.

“Scopes.” He nodded in greeting. “Look, I’ve had to deal with Tony’s cockamamie schemes for over thirty years. I’ve learned to just be ready to do anything. So that I can continue with the rest of my life. So, with all due respect, just take the dang pictures.”

“Yes, Colonel.”

“Call me Rhodey!” he commanded as he got into different modeling positions. You must’ve taken a dozen more pictures compared to Clint. Unlike Barton, Rhodey was comfortable in front of the camera, making it easier for you to get certain shots you wanted to try.

“Ok, I think I have enough to start with. Would you like to see?” you asked leading him to your computer. “If you don’t like any of the shots, we can try again. With different backdrops perhaps?” you placated.

Rhodey’s phone rang in his back pocket. He quickly took it out to see that it was Danvers.

“I gotta get this call. I like this one.” He said pointing to a picture with his finger suggestively in his mouth. “Run it! Print it! I gotta go.” And with that Rhodey left you pondering what hidden sexual prowess you had just witnessed.

“Ok. See ya later Rhodey,” you yelled out. He waved at you without looking back toward you, eager to get somewhere private. “Say hi to Carol for me!”

Loki watched the Colonel leave your studio, passing by him as he spoke with his beloved. A fantasy forming in his mind of how he wanted his shoot to go with you.

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[loki-laufeyson223]

Wedding Bells At Midnight

Warnings: Really not any unless you count tooth rotting fluff as one lol.

Word Count: 3.5k+

Idk how other people are but if I read something, I like to see pictures of descriptive things so if I need to post the links for the wedding look lmk!

It has officially been 3 months since  Loki proposed and we were excitedly awaiting the wedding. The date had been set to be when I finished my college degree so we could have a long honeymoon without any distractions so, the date would be May 24th. I already had my dresses picked out and bought, stored away from my mischievous fiance’s eyes at Natasha’s place. Both me and the groom had been working hard on our vows since we weren’t doing them the traditional way. And since we weren’t doing the traditional vows we also decided that we wouldn’t be spending the night before apart. 

The wedding was 2 days away and it was all either of us could think about. Loki had been nagging me to see the dress since the day I went and bought it, taking quite a chunk out of the bank account. We had agreed to let the Avengers   set everything up at the venue without our supervision, the anxiety levels were high to say the least. True they were our most trusted friends, some more than others, but we still had our worries. Loki was going to be wearing a black suit with a dark green tie and Thor would be his best man with Tony Stark and Vision as groomsmen. All of the groomsmen, including the best man, were going to be wearing black suits.

 My matron of honor is Natasha with Wanda and Pepper Pots as my bridesmaids. Obviously Thor and Natasha would be walking down together with Pepper would be going down with Stark and Wanda would be going down with Vision. All of our bridesmaids and groomsmen were already married with two of the couples walking down together with Thor and Natasha being the only ones not walking down with their partners. The bridesmaids and matron of honor would be wearing dark gray dresses and the groomsmen’s ties would be the same color. 

The night before the wedding we didn’t have a rehearsal dinner and the wedding party had a get together for us all to maybe try to take some of the edge off. We all arrived at Thor and Jane’s house at around 6 pm and left at 9 to try and get some rest before the big day. 

Loki and I were laying in bed cuddling and I was laying on his bare chest listening to his heartbeat while he was tracing soothing patterns on my shoulder. My arms were wrapped around his waist and there was only a single candle illuminating our room with a gentle yellow glow. I looked up at him, propping my chin up on his chest. Loki looked down at me pulling his mind away from the book he was submerged in, quirking up an eyebrow curious of what I’m going to say. “Hey Lokes?”  “Yes darling?”  “What if we got married?”  “We are to be wed tomorrow dearest. Why in the Nine Realms are you asking me this question now?”  “Well I know that but, what if we got married like right now?”  “Now?”  “Yeah, like we could seal the marriage with a kiss at exactly midnight so technically we would be staying true to the date.”, he takes a minute to think about my proposition and looks back at me before saying, “I think that would be a lovely idea, my dove.”  “Really?! Ok then, let me call everyone!”, he laughs and grunts a little when I excitedly push off of his chest and jump off the bed. I call the group chat of everyone who’s supposed to be at the wedding and everyone agrees to meet us at the venue. “You truly are crazy Persephone. You know that right?”  “Yes of course I do. Now get up, we have a venue to get to!”, I say playfully annoyed, pulling him off the bed.

 We get to the venue and get into our separate dressing rooms with our groomsmen and bridesmaids. At 11:50 we all get lined up with Loki already being down the aisle. Heimdall is our officiant so Loki walked down with him. Since I didn’t have a father to hand me off to Loki, one of my closest friends from the military, Shane, would be handing me off. Before the doors open I get behind a second wall and Thor and the rest of the groomsmen turn around and tear up at the sight of me in my dress. 

The dress is a dark green and is long enough to cover my feet. It has flowers adorning the bodice curving around my body, stopping at my waist. It’s an off the shoulder dress with long and flowing pieces coming off the back of my shoulders. It flows out from the bodice in a slightly puffed skirt. My ash blonde hair braided and wrapped around into a bun with delicate and small white flowers intertwined. My eyeshadow a dark and glittery gold color with a smokey eye. The look completed with my lips painted a blush pink. My bouquet is made up of blush pink and dark green roses. My heels are a golden color with pointed tips with white and gold flowers adorning the heels. Frigga had brought my jewelry from the palace vault and said they were mine to keep, as her wedding gift to me. It was also her way of welcoming me into the family. The necklace is a line of diamonds starting from the nape on the left side of my neck and wraps around to the right that comes down to right below the center of my neck where a small emerald lies. Where the few diamonds rest on my nape emeralds pick up on their trail. The emeralds on the left don’t connect to the one in the center. The earrings having a celtic design and are silver with a green stone at the bottom. To top off the entire thing a thin and intricate headpiece made with a similar celtic design with a single green stone that rests in the middle of my forehead.

Thor takes in the sight with a thoughtful look and gives me a smile. “Well what do ya say we get this wedding started.”  “I think that’s a great idea.”, I say with a smile. Thor knocked on the door letting the people outside know we are ready to start. Roslyn by St.Bon Iver begins playing as the wedding party walks down the aisle. When everyone is settled into their places, the door opens once again and I begin my walk down the aisle, my arm linked with Shane’s. Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez plays as I make my way down the aisle. I look at the man I’m to be wed to and make eye contact, seeing tears falling down his face at a slow pace and I know The God of Mischief is a changed man.

It takes until we get to the end of the aisle for me to finally take in the beautiful white rose arch above us with fairy lights intertwined. Loki takes my hand as Shane hands me off with tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any moment. Loki kisses my hand and whispers in my ear, “You look incredible darling.”  “Not as good as you honey.”, he smiles at that with a small laugh. Heimdal goes through with the Asgardian wedding customs and then hands the situation over to Loki and I, “I believe the bride and groom have prepared their own vows. Is that correct?”, he looks at us both and we nod with a smile. Loki recites his first, “My dearest Persephone, I promise to always make you laugh and we will laugh together. I vow that we will be a family forever and all of eternity. I could never get bored with you and I will most definitely make a point to never let there be a dull moment as long as I’m around. Together we will always have trust because our promises of honesty and love will be our strength. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”, we are both crying at this point and my throat is tight with a sob that I let out with a ragged breath right before I begin, “My one and only love, Loki, I vow to love you even when I’m upset or angry with you. There will be no running- ever, even in the toughest of times. I will not walk out on you no matter what happens. I vow to take care of you even if we ever become old, senile, and smelly. I walk down this aisle tonight and recite these vows because, to me, you are worthy and will never become a burden to me- ever. I’m in love with every part of you, including the beautiful cobalt blue and ruby red eyes part. I love you with my entire soul and body, even more than any being can ever begin to comprehend.”, by the time I finish with my vows I can tell Loki is holding back sobs by the way his Adam's apple bobs. Heimdall comes up behind us and asks for the rings and Thor and Natasha hand us the wedding bands we picked out for each other. Loki’s is black with a dark green marble design and mine is of the same style but thinner to go underneath my silver band with an emerald sitting in the middle. We slip them onto each other’s hands and Heimdal comes up behind us to finish off the ceremony. “Loki Laufeyson, do you take Persephone Alexandri to be your lawfully wedded wife?”  “It would be an absolute honor.”  “And you, Persephone Alexandri, do you take Loki Laufeyson to be your lawfully wedded husband?”  “I didn’t spend all of that money for nothin’.”, Laughs were scattered throughout the venue and Heimdall looks between us with a smile. “Then in that case, you may now kiss the bride.”  Loki holds the sides of my face gently and pulls me in to bind our lips together at exactly midnight. He grabbed my leg, smirking into the now deepening kiss. I instinctively snake my arms around his neck. Getting lost in the moment we hear Thor yell laughing, “Save it for the honeymoon lovebirds!”  We pull away and Loki puts his forehead against mine and rubs his nose to mine playfully. Laughing with joy filled eyes and faces, we make our way back up the aisle, arm in arm, with everyone cheering us on as newlyweds. 

Loki pulls me away from all of the festivities and into the bridal dressing room. “You look absolutely stunning tonight darling.”, he whispers against the shell of my ear. I pull away and lock my hazel brown on his shimmering ocean blue and press my lips to his. His soft lips envelope mine in a breathtaking kiss. The physical bond is only the cherry on top to our soul's bond that can never, ever be broken. We become completely lost in each other until we hear three quick wraps on the door. “Come on Beauty and Beast, wrap it up. Y'all got a first dance to attend to.”, we hear Natasha laugh outside of the door. 

Loki and I make our way out to the separate awning for dancing and everyone starts cheering as we walk out. We make it to the middle of the floor and assume our positions with each other. “I can’t help it” by JVKE starts playing and we begin the well rehearsed dance. The song starts off slow with only a piano to start off. Soon after we have close to 10 seconds of a more formal way of dancing the beat drops into a beautiful symphony and when that first strong beat released itself Loki grabbed my hips and lifted me into the air, bringing me back down gently. After we finish our first dance we walk out and everyone comes out onto the dance floor, dancing and laughing the night away.

Half an hour later everyone’s still on the dance floor when the music and lights suddenly cut out. The beginning of “Electric Love” by BØRNS starts playing and Loki and I run our way out to the middle of the dance floor. In the time we were gone I had changed out of my wedding dress and into a short gold halter neck dress and Loki had just taken off his suit jacket and his tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. We had rehearsed the other song we had been working on as a funny surprise for our guests and our own fun and pleasure. When I say we danced like no one was watching, we did just that. The music flowing through our bodies like blood. The short and calculated movements were less precise and more emotion filled as the song went on and with each meeting of our eyes.  The song ended and everyone erupted with cheers, leaving Loki and I grinning like two kids on Christmas. 

I was making my rounds talking to everyone who was attending the wedding and all I could think about the entire time was how my somewhat socially awkward husband was having to do the very same thing, or at least I thought he was. That is until I felt his large hands wrap around my waist and lift me up above his shoulders whilst I was talking to Frigga, making me shriek. “Loki honey, what by the roots of Yggdrasil are you doing?!”, he let out a small chuckle and just kept on moving. We rounded a corner and he sat me down in front of the bridal dressing room door and pulled me into a tight hug, leaning down towards my ear, “We have to sign our wedding certificate darling.”  He pulled away and opened the door revealing that Heimdall, Thor, and Natasha were already waiting for us. We had discussed at an earlier date that Natasha would be my choice of witness and Thor would be Loki’s. Heimdall handed us the certificate and Loki looked at it with a face filled with disapproval. With a slight turn of his pointer finger the once plain piece of paper that officiated our marriage now had golden cursive lettering with green, white, and gold flowers adorning the corners and edges. Beside the paper two gold fountain pens appeared beside it on the table in front of us. Loki hummed his approval and picked up one of the pens, handing me one as well. We signed the certificate and handed the pens over to Thor and Natasha. The two witnesses signed the page and handed it over to Heimdall who then placed a magical bond over it, sealing our marriage document.

Later after most of the attendees said their goodbyes, Loki and I grabbed our bags for the honeymoon. Steven Strange was already waiting for us with his sling ring on, ready to transport us to Greece. Tony had offered to pay for everything as his wedding gift to us and we gladly accepted. He set up two new accounts linked to his and gave each of us our own separate cards. He had also gone ahead and paid for our hotel, which was of course the best one there and booked us the honeymoon suite. 

We went through the swirling orange circle and immediately landed in the hotel lobby. I handed our bags over to the hotel service and helped a little while Loki went up to the counter and checked us in. I sat down on a leather chair in a far corner of the lobby and waited for a while. Five minutes later Loki stalked over to me and offered his hand to me, I accepted it and squeaked when he pulled me around to his back and pulled me up towards the mid-section of his strong back. “Please tell me we’re at least taking the elevator.”, he just chuckled mischievously and took off running. Loki stopped at the beginning forked hallway, right side leading to the elevator and the left leading to the stairwell. “Loki babe, please take the elevator.”, I laughed, pleading with my husband. “Darling.”  “What?”  “Where’s the fun in that?”  Next thing I knew he had started running again and took a sharp left. “Are you sure you can even run up these stairs with me on your back?”  “Oh my dear, why must you insult me in such a way?”, and off he went. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the fact that my husband was trying to have some fun before we went to bed, exhausted from the long night since it was 6am and the ceremony was at 12am. To add on to that we had been up from the break of dawn the day before without any sleep. Also, the honeymoon suite was on the 10th floor. We had arrived in our room within 5 minutes because Loki decided he was tired as well and ended up teleporting us to the door on the 6th floor for a shorter arrival time.

Did I forget to mention that we may have a little too much to drink so when we opened the door, we stumbled our way to the bed and fell face first. Laughing until our stomachs cramped, we got out of the sweat soaked clothes and showered. After the very relaxing and hour-long shower, we slipped into some matching Mr. and Mrs. sweatpants both dark green with gold embroidery and I put on a comfy sports bra while Loki decided to go shirtless for tonight. Though he was slightly uncomfortable being in his Jotun form in a place he had never been, I had reassured him it was perfectly fine, I was just happy for the cool radiating off of him. We peeled the covers back and climbed into bed, snuggling into each other’s embrace. Loki grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us. Once settled underneath the blanket, Loki wrapped his arms around my waist but not before grabbing my left hand and kissing my wedding band. “I love you so much my dear wife.”, he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead and looking down at me with a loving and exhaustion laced smile. “I love you too.”  I raise my head and press my lips to his. I pull away and pull his face to mine, closing my eyes. “My love, my Loki.”

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[yummygender]

Beyond The Timelines

A fix-it Loki series fan fic because WHAT THE FUCK MARVEL?!!

(Warnings: Magical Self-Harm, Sad Loki, Sylvie being an abusive bitch, and Gay se-I mean Lokius)

This starts after the events of the finale because I can.

Loki sat on the throne, alone in the tree of timelines he created. He had a throne…but he never wanted the throne…

‘I ONLY WANTED TO BE YOUR EQUAL!!’

The memories flashed in his head, horrible, horrible memories.

‘We will make you long for something as sweet as pain…’

Loki let his head fall into his knees as he curled into a ball on the throne, sobbing and shaking as his crown fell.

“Mobius…”

His face was red at this point as he wailed like a baby. He didn’t care how he looked. No one was around…he was all alone.

‘…you deserve to be alone and you always will be.’

“MOBIUUSSSSS!!!!”

He snapped as he wailed and screamed, the floor beneath him shaking as his outburst made his magic go haywire and crack the floor below him. The tears continued to fall as he eventually calmed down, only to summon a dagger and repeatedly stab his own arms. Tearing the green fabric as blood began to spill. Loki sobbed and cried out for Mobius as he began to regret everything.

“I WANNA GO BACK!! I WANNA GO HOME!! I WANT MY FRIENDS!!! I WANT MOBIUS!!! MOBIUS!!!!”

His screams and shouts echoed through the hallowed insides of the tree.

“…I want my Mother…”

He sat down on the ground in the fetal position as he sobbed.

‘Am I not your mother?’

“Yes…you’re my only mother…”

Silence echoed through the tree as the timelines continued to glow. It was awful…Loki felt awful. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, occasionally cutting and burning himself as he wiped away his tears. The more he sat there, the worst the memories got. Some were of Sylvie.

‘Love is Hate.’

Memories continued to flood, most of Sylvie being rotten and borderline abusive. Sylvie fighting him, hitting him, spewing insults, and even going as far as to pull his ear and drag him away like he was a child.

“She never loved me…she hated me.”

Loki had never really liked Sylvie, he hated her…but Mobius on the other hand? Oh, how he loved him. His smile, his shimmering eyes, the man was a saint. Loki adored Mobius…he wants him…he needs him. Loki conjured up his favorite memory of his…Mobius and Loki sitting in the little pie room together as they talked.

He continued to think about what happened. How Classic Loki died, how the minute men took him in and all in all…how this started. That elevator…that dreaded elevator. Standing next to Mobius. Loki was always with Mobius…even near the end.

“Mobius…I miss you…”

It was always those two together. Nothing felt better then when he was with Mobius. It felt horrible. He was alone…and he needed Mobius. He wanted Mobius…he craved Mobius. In his head it was nothing but Mobius.

Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius.

Constantly in his head. It drove him crazy as he gripped onto his hair.

Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius, Mobius. Mobius.

Loki began to sob loudly. It hurt. It hurt so badly.

Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius. Mobius.

“STOOOOPPP!!!!”

He continued to sob loudly. He was broken…completely broken.

“Mobius…”

“Hey buddy…”

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[lady-rose-moon]

I Missed You

Summary: After being banished from Asgard a hundred years ago, you were recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D to help them deal with a threat; your old friend Loki. After reuniting, lost feelings resurface.

Warnings: Loki's torture, mentioned suicide, soulmate AU, a lot of smut at the end

Living your life as a Midgardian was hard. Ever since you were banished from Asgard for learning magic above what you were supposed to, you had taken residence on the planet that was well known for its lack of magic. It was a backwards planet but that was what you knew would keep you safe.

The only downside to living away from Asgard was your best friend, Loki. He had been your light in the dark, your best friend and someone you trusted with your whole heart. It took being banished from Asgard for you to realise that you loved him. You guessed that he had loved you too.

Walking into your apartment, you shrugged off your coat and heaved a sigh as you hung it up on a hanger by the door. Locking the door behind you, you made your way into the kitchen and grabbed a leftover slice of pizza from the fridge and walked into the living room. You dropped down onto the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. What a day you had.

You had gotten a job and you were lucky that it wasn't that far from your apartment. Unlucky though was the fact that you lived in New York so everything was always so busy and packed. You had to leave early if you wanted to get to work on time even if you didn't live that far. You preferred your days in Asgard when you were always in the library with your head on Loki's lap and your nose in a book.

Running a hand through your hair, you sighed and switched on the TV with a flick of your finger. Nothing interesting had happened since that incident in Puente Antiguo with news saying that a huge metal man appeared from a beam of light as did a man and a hammer hours before. Thor had done something to anger the Allfather but his banishment was not nearly as long as yours. Just hours later, you felt your heart rip out of your chest and you clutched your clothes as tears ran down your face.

You had no idea why you suddenly started crying back then and it scared you how it was like a wave of agony and grief.

"This just in," a reporter was saying on the TV but you barely heard her, "a whole facility collapsed just an hour ago. Witnesses say that they saw a truck driving away from the scene with a strange man in the back holding a glowing sceptre."

As footage was brought up, you looked at the screen and felt the tension you didn't know you had drain away. That was Loki. Your friend and your light. But what was he doing on Midgard in the first place?

A knock on your door pulled you away from the TV which you had paused without knowing. Grumbling, you got up from the sofa and walked to the door. Opening it, you saw that a bunch of men dressed in suits were at your door.

"May I help you?" You asked timidly, keeping your hands in their sight so they would know you were going to comply.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, we need you to come with us," a man spoke, passing all the agents. He wore an eyepatch with a clear scar protruding from it, "I am Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D and we need your assistance."

You tilted your head curiously before nodding and smiling despite the fear, "just give me a moment to turn off my TV, bills around here are fucking pricey," you mumbled and shuffled into the living room, turning off your TV and then returning to the agents.

They took you to a jet and that jet then took you to what looked like a carrier at sea. Emerging from the jet, you followed the agents inside. Fury guided you into a meeting room and sat opposite you with a serious expression.

"So," you bit your lip as you sat down, "why am I here, Director? I assure you that I had no hand in what happened at the facility if that is why you're here."

Fury sat forward in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "we need intel and the information we have on you shows that you are an Asgardian that sought asylum here after being banished a hundred years ago. Another Asgardian just blew up our damn facility. Called himself Loki of Asgard. Do you know him?"

You stared at Fury for a moment in confusion. Loki of Asgard? Not Loki Odinson? What had you missed in just a meagre hundred years? "I know him," you whispered solemnly, "I knew him. He was my friend."

"What can you tell us about him? Does he have any weaknesses?" Fury asked and you looked at the wall behind him as you thought, your tongue tracing the inside of your lip. You knew so much about Loki but you did not trust such information in the hands of Director Fury.

"We were reading buddies. I was a servant girl to the royal family of Asgard but on my days off, I would be in the library reading and one day, he just started to join me. He enjoyed Midgardian literature, actually, made me act out some scenes from Shakespeare. We didn't really know each other more than that," you answered, pulling the lie perfectly. Loki would be proud.

Fury hummed and then grabbed a file from the side, sliding it over to you. Taking a look through, your breath hitched at the sight of the Tesseract in the details. Fury took note of that and acted quickly, "you know of the Tesseract?"

"It's an ancient artefact. It belongs in Odin's vaults with maximum observance but Odin believed that it would be safe on Midgard," you whispered as you stared at the cube, "what does Loki want with it?"

"That is just the thing, Miss Y/L/N, we don't know what he wants with the Tesseract. So, to defend the Earth against your old acting partner, I'm putting a team together and I would like you to be a member of it," Fury explained and you sighed as you thought about the prospect of seeing Loki again.

"I'm in."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Since you got here there had been more people brought on board that you guessed were the other 'heroes' Fury talked about. You walked up to the redhead with a smile on your face, "hi, I'm Y/N! Seems like we're going to be working together, what is your name?"

"Natasha Romanoff," the woman smiled, tilting her head in curiosity as she regarded you, "what made Fury bring you onto the team?"

You shrugged and your body glowed a beautiful forest green before disappearing and reappearing behind her, "I suppose this is what I have running for me."

Natasha spun around and smiled as she shrugged, "it'll do."

You gasped and grinned, "it'll do? That's it? I just showed you magic, Miss Romanoff," you teased, following her inside.

Natasha smiled and shook her head as she guided you into the main control room of the Helecarrier, "I've seen so much shit that magic probably wouldn't phase me. Welcome to the team, Y/N."

You nodded at her before splitting and walking over to a man wearing a flannel shirt and you recognised him from seventy years ago, he was Captain America. So they had found him in the ice after all. You walked over to him and held out your hand, "Captain Rogers. I thought I was the only survivor of the war."

Captain Rogers turned to face you with a look of sheer confusion since you looked so young but he shrugged and shook your hand, "an honour to meet you, ma'am, what is your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N. I am Asgardian like our target. I was around when your war was in action. I remember your bravery but also the shows. Oh the shows!" You grinned and watched Steve sputter and redden and you cackled, "don't stress, Captain Rogers. I won't tell anyone about those."

Captain Rogers nodded before patting your shoulder and turning away, "if we are to be teammates, call me Steve."

"Steve," you whispered and smiled, "I shall remember to call you that."

You continued your exploration of the craft before happening upon the labs. Walking in, you grinned when you saw Tony Stark in there with Bruce Banner. "Well well, two science nerds in one place," you smirked and the men looked up from their work to roll their eyes at you.

"I suppose you're the mini Asgardian that's going to help us? How you going to help, witchypoo?" Tony smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"If I can talk to Loki then maybe he will stop. I was his best friend so maybe he'd listen to me more than strangers," you whispered and Tony hummed before returning to his work.

It didn't take long for Loki to show himself and you were sent out with Steve going with you for backup. As you flew to Germany, you messed with your hands and bit your lip as you imagined what could possibly have happened to Loki to make him attempt to take over a planet.

When you arrived, you saw Loki standing above a crowd of kneeling people and your heart fell to your stomach in sorrow. You disappeared from the plane and appeared in front of the man Loki was about to hit with the sceptre. You blocked the burst of magic with a flick of your wrist. Standing up straight, you stared at Loki.

"Ah," Loki growled, glaring straight at you, "so this is where you have been hiding. After abandoning me and leaving Asgard, you became a part of Midgard's stupid excuse for a society."

You frowned at the jab but chose to keep your temper as you walked towards him, "Loki, I didn't abandon you. I was banished for learning magic too advanced for someone of my status."

Loki scoffed and glared at you, his sceptre charging up for another blast and tears sprung to your eyes when you realised that he was fully prepared to hit you with that thing.

"I needed you, Y/N. I needed you and you weren't there," Loki snarled and the words struck you deep in your heart and you nodded sadly. Loki stalked towards you, conjuring a dagger from the aether to hold to your throat, "I needed you."

You gently pushed the dagger away and sighed as you reached up to cup his cheek, "what changed in just a hundred years? You're still my Loki."

The God recoiled at the words and glared at you, sending a blast straight at your chest before taking your disorientated state as weakness and pressing the blade to your chest and all you knew was blue.

When you woke up, Natasha was standing above you and your head was pounding as if you had been hit. Groaning, you held your hands to your head and processed the pain and what you could vaguely remember. You had continued as usual, reacting as you should to Thor's arrival (if a bit hostile thanks to Loki), listening into conversations on the Helecarrier. Then they attacked and you were freed from Loki's control. Only that wasn't Loki who was controlling you, not really.

"There's someone else behind this," you whispered and Natasha looked at you as if you were crazy so you continued, "what I saw wasn't just Loki's power. There is someone out there controlling Loki too."

Natasha hummed and sighed as she helped you to your feet, "it's too late for us to help him. He is our enemy and that's it."

You nodded to yourself and remained silent and trapped in your thoughts until you got to New York with Nat and Barton in the jet. You disappeared from inside and appeared in Stark Tower, watching Thor try to reason with Loki. Stepping up, you rested a hand on his shoulder and dug into your powers, your fingers glowing a beautiful green being the single warning.

You were standing on the Bifrost and you took a deep breath as you looked around. Home hadn't changed at all. you had missed this place so much. Then you noticed Odin clutching Gungnir in his hand as he looked down into the void. Stepping closer, you noticed that both Thor and Loki were desperately holding onto the sceptre.

"I could have done it, father!" Loki called desperately, his voice breaking with anguish, "I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"

"No, Loki," was Odin's response and instinctively, you knew what Loki was about to do. You heard Thor's desperate scream for Loki but it was too late, Loki had let go and was falling into the void with full intent on dying.

Desperately, you jumped into the abyss after him. Distantly, you realised that this was the agonising pain that you had felt a year ago; Loki falling.

You were then thrust into another memory. This time, Loki was on his knees in chains.

Thanos watched as the God sat in his cell silently, arms chained up to the wall and completely silent. The titan smirked as he saw the tears escape the broken eyes of the God as he gripped the sceptre in his large, purple hand.

“Do it,” The titan commanded, and the Black Order smirked before Maw walked up to Loki and tore nail from finger. The God whimpered and his head turned unseeingly towards Maw, who didn’t cease the removals.

Blood poured from the spaces that once held Loki’s nails, the grimy floor of his cell now being coated with the God’s special blood.

“Revert him,” the Titan ordered and once again, the Order smirked and reverted Loki back to his Jotun form.

This time, a green woman stepped forward and with a frown, poured a flammable substance over Loki’s arm and lit it. The loud screech that erupted from the Prince of Asgard was deafening and the skin around the fire started to melt.

Proxima Midnight then dove in, holding a rusted knife and cut into every single dot covering Loki’s face and neck, each line of inheritance from Laufey and Farbauti; violated and ruined.

They allowed Loki the rest of the day and night to heal and when they returned the day after, they saw that he had reverted back to his Aesir form, his nails regrown and when they reverted him again, the inheritance lines were all healed.

“Interesting,” Maw had whispered before going through the process again.

Weeks turned into months and soon, the young Prince looked older than he should have. He looked dead. A husk of the vibrant fighter than had landed on their ship, seeking a ride to Asgard back to his family.

“Heimdall,” croaked the Prince on one of the final days before he had broken completely and descended into madness, “I know… I know you can… see me… please… tell them to stop… I’m sorry… please…”

Flashes of different things came up, Maw experimenting in cruel ways; tearing off Loki’s arms and watching it regrow with a green glow, pulling out his teeth one by one with the Prince screaming and begging to cease the painful tests and the final one, Maw cutting out Loki’s heart and stabbing it. That was the final straw.

Bowing his head, the Prince stared at the floor blankly and whispered, “I submit.”

You pulled away from Loki's mind in complete shock and you saw that Loki had been knocked to his knees and you kicked him onto his back. As the Avengers gathered around, you stepped away from Loki and snarled at him, "sit up. Now."

Complying, Loki sat up and winced in pain but hid it behind a smile but he did not speak.

You sighed and knelt down to cup his cheek as you studied his face, "are you alright?"

Loki stared at you but did not answer you and you stared at him before looking at the Avengers desperately, "he needs help!"

Thor turned to you and then looked at Loki before grumbling, "he will be seen to on Asgard. You are to stay here, you are still banished, Lady Y/N."

You walked with the Avengers down to where Thor would be using the Tesseract to take Loki home and you stood there with a frown on your face. You should be going back to Asgard with them but you were banished and if you returned to Asgard, you would be stripped of your magic.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes, you walked up to Loki and rested your forehead against his and whispered, "I will come for you, Loki. I will rescue you. I know what happened to you."

Despite being muzzled, you could tell that Loki was smiling at you and he nodded slightly, his chained hands reaching up to cup your cheeks. His eyes said a thousand words and your heart sped up when you saw the trust in them but also the love. You smiled softly and nuzzled his hands before stepping away and wiping forming tears away.

The moment Thor and Loki disappeared into the Bifrost, you watched everyone walk away and continue on with their day. You knew that they had their own lives but how could they just ignore the clear signs that Loki was tortured? Better to blame someone than to help them, you guessed.

Six months later, you were back on track with your life. Your boss understood your absence from work when you informed him of a well-formed lie that your family had died in the attack. But now you were walking home from work, your bag slugged over your shoulder as you sipped the Starbucks that you told yourself you deserved.

You approached the site where Thor and Loki had disappeared into the Bifrost and sat down on a bench, continuing with your Starbucks before screaming when the Bifrost touched down and Frigga stepped out.

She seemed relieved to see you and held her arms open for you, grinning when you dropped your Starbucks to run into her arms. Her arms caged you in and you sobbed into her chest, "I'm sorry," you cried as Frigga gently combed your hair with her nails, "I shouldn't have tried to learn Loki's seiðr!"

Frigga shushed you and continued with her bombing before pulling away to smile at you, "you have learnt your lesson. You can come home, Y/N, Odin may not like it but you need to be there. Loki... he isn't well."

Immediately, you looked up at her with a cold expression, "what did Odin do to him?"

"Locked him in the dungeons for eternity," Frigga answered solemnly, "Odin was less than understanding when Loki returned. I know something happened to him, you have to tell me what it was."

As you stepped a bit closer to her, you whispered a soft apology before showing her what you saw in Loki's mind. When she was finished, she dropped onto the bench where you had been sitting with one hand cupping her mouth as tears streamed from her eyes.

You sat beside her with one hand awkwardly on her shoulder, unable to find an appropriate way to comfort your Queen, "I have to see him, your majesty, he's suffering in his own mind. If I can just see him for a day..."

Frigga turned to look at you with a smile, "that is why I am here. Loki is to be freed but only if you come to escort him back to Midgard. He will not be allowed back on Asgard under any circumstance but his family are allowed to visit. Then again, I am assuming it shall only be myself and Thor that will bother visiting."

Despite hearing that Loki was practically banished, you beamed and hugged her, "I would love to take care of Loki here on Midgard but we will need to live somewhere that isn't America. I doubt they would be pleased to see Loki living here."

Frigga nodded and smiled before using her seiðr to show you a quaint house in the countryside, "as an alternative to New York, I have been organising this home since Loki was sentenced to the cells. You two are meant to be together. Don't worry, I also installed a pocket dimension in one of the walk-in closets that will bring you straight to Asgard's library. Odin doesn't know about that part and likely never will."

You beamed at her and hugged her tightly, "thank you, Your Majesty! But where is this house? Where will we be living?"

Frigga grinned and let the illusion drop, "you'll be living in Cornwall in England, my dear. There is a village just a mile away from the house and the next city isn't that far. I promise, you will be happy there."

You nodded eagerly before biting your lip and looking at the Bifrost mark, "can I come with you to Asgard to get him?"

"Of course," the Queen responded quickly.

~~~~~~

Getting you through the palace was difficult when everyone around you still believed you to be banished. Frigga had stayed by your side until you got to the top of the stairs leading to the dungeons and she squeezed your hand, "I have been forbidden from seeing my son but I trust that you will tell him that I miss him entirely."

You nodded nervously and smiled before walking down the stairs into the dungeons. As you walked along the halls of people locked up, you couldn't help but sympathise with those who looked like they hadn't done much wrong. There weren't many cells, but the one you needed was right on the opposite side of the hall. You saw Loki walking up to the barrier when you got there.

"So," the God drawled and you frowned as you stepped closer to the barrier, "you finally come to visit me."

You smirked and crossed your arms as you looked at him, "I was banished, remember? Odin forbade me but I am here now."

Loki just hummed and smirked at you but you saw right through the illusion and you sighed, "I see through you. Pull down your illusion."

Loki froze and stared at you before sighing and letting his seiðr engulf him until you were left seeing his cell in utter ruin. Loki himself was sat on the opposite side of the cell as everything around him was torn up and ruined.

You frowned and pushed your seiðr into the barrier, stepping through with a groan before dropping to your knees when you got inside. You got closer to Loki and knelt before him with a frown, "I'm sorry I never visited."

Loki looked at you before smiling to hide the agony his heart was giving him before looking away and shaking his head.

You continued to talk since you knew that Loki wouldn't just yet, "all that matters is that you're alright!"

Loki leaned forward and bared his teeth at you, "but I am not!" he seethed before returning to slumping against the wall and biting his nails anxiously.

"Right," you replied with a small smile, cupping his cheeks and smiling at him, "then we will be not alright together."

Loki turned to look at you with a small smile on his face and he leaned into your touch eagerly, "I would love nothing more, my love."

You giggled softly and held him close to you as you whispered gently, "Jeg lover, min kjære, jeg vil aldri forlate dinside igjen (I promise, my dear, I will never leave your side again)"

You pulled Loki into your arms and stroked your nails through his hair with a soft smile on your face, shushing him as you felt him trembling in your arms, "I saw everything. I know. I'm so sorry, you're safe now."

The barrier locking Loki in the cell slowly faded and you got to your feet, wrapping Loki's arm around your shoulder and hauling him up and out of the cell. You took the servant's way out of the palace since fewer people took that path and you sighed in relief as you got to the stables.

You went over to your mare and smiled as you pet her mane and kissed her neck, "good to see you, girl," you whispered and laughed when she nuzzled your neck in response.

As you saddled up your mare, you noticed Loki walking over to Odin's steed in a private stall; Sleipnir. You watched as the Prince walked into the stall and clicked his tongue. Sleipnir looked up from his hay towards Loki and he whined happily, nuzzling his mother happily and standing on a side so that Loki could saddle him.

Once you were both saddled and had left the stables, you smiled as Loki rode by your side and smirked, "what's one last bit of mischief to the Allfather, hm?"

You giggled and kicked off, heading down the Bifrost.

Loki trusted his son more than anything, sitting up in the saddle and embracing the wind passing through his long hair with a delicate look of victory. He trusted that Sleipnir would keep him away from the edge of the Bifrost as they continued their adventure and the wind running through his hair was a calming balm.

Once you arrived at the observatory, you dismounted your mare and guided her inside. Once you approached Heimdall, you smiled and bowed to him, "we are ready to journey to our new home. I will keep Loki safe and he will not cause trouble."

As you turned to look at your beloved, you saw a glint in his eyes that you knew instinctively was guilt and shame. Something had happened between the guardian of the Bifrost and Loki.

Loki strode over to Heimdall and you didn't miss how the guardian gripped his sword that bit tighter out of reflex. Loki bowed at the waist to the guardian with a frown, "I apologise for my behaviour a year ago, Heimdall. I was hurting and I wasn't in the right frame of mind."

Heimdall smiled and nodded to the Prince, reaching out and clasping his shoulder, "it is good that you are back to yourself now, Prince Loki. Your mother will certainly be relieved."

Loki beamed and nodded before looking over at you, holding Sleipnir's reins as Heimdall activated the Bifrost. In the next moment, you were outside a quaint house in the countryside and Loki stared at it in shock. There was enough land for Sleipnir and your mare to freely run around without bother.

Walking inside with Loki, you gasped at the sight of everything being as it should be in your mind. Frigga definitely knew everything about her children and those that would become her children. You turned to Loki with a bright smile on your face but squealed as he picked you up and walked upstairs.

Loki threw you onto the bed in the master bedroom and crawled on top of you, kissing you deeply and cupping your cheek as he did. You could tell that he was nervous but you knew it would ebb away when he got going.

The kiss became so much more passionate in a matter of minutes, Loki now had you straddled on his lap as you both kissed, his hand on your hip with his other one still cupping your cheek. Your hips were gently grinding against his thigh and your clit was brushing against him, sending sparks of pleasure through your body and you moaned into the kiss. You felt Loki's cock twitch at the sound and you continued to rub your clit against his thigh, your breath becoming uneven as you pulled away from the kiss to start panting from the building coil in your abdomen.

"You gonna cum, sweetheart?" Loki whispered into your ear and you whined desperately as you nodded. Smirking, Loki's seiðr added to your pleasure through sparks of magic and your head tilted back as you released a guttural moan. Loki took the opportunity and latched onto your neck eagerly to start littering the area with his bites and claims.

You reached out and desperately grabbed Loki's shoulders, your breathing becoming laboured as your hips continued to roll against his strong thighs, eyes slipping closed as pleasure flowed through your body and your whole body shook with the force of your first orgasm, your head falling to rest on Loki's shoulder as you whined and continued to roll your hips lazily.

Loki watched you with a smile on his face and he lifted your head with two fingers, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss that sent your heart soaring. You allowed Loki to lift you again and suddenly, you were on your back on the bed, Loki kneeling before you on the floor as he pulled your soaked panties away from your core and he licked his lips as he stared at your dripping cunt.

You felt him gently stroking your folds and one of his fingers plunged inside of you and you whined in pleasure, one of your hands clamping over your mouth to hide the sinful moans before it was pulled away with a flash of seiðr and your moans were heard around the bedroom. Loki chuckled before latching onto your cunt and swirling his tongue around your clit as you whined and rolled your hips against his. He nibbled your clit until you were bucking down against him, riding his face and his hand. Loki peered up at you and admired the gentle flush covering your cheeks and your neck, painting you like a portrait that he knew would be etched into his mind forever.

As you were overtaken by the pleasure of his mouth eating your cunt, you whined and moaned as Loki slipped another finger inside you. He took his time learning every single bit of your cunt, scissoring and gently thrusting his fingers whenever he deemed you ready. Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train and your back arched off the bed as you screamed out into the night, "Loki!!"

That spurred Loki on and his cock twitched in his leather pants as he heard you scream from the pleasure that he was giving you. However, when he saw how dazed you looked, he wrapped himself around you and allowed you to come back down.

You didn't know how much time had passed when you finally came back down to earth but honestly? You didn't mind as you felt Loki's protective arms wrapped around you as you calmed down. Turning to face him, you cupped his cheek and pulled him down into another passionate kiss. Loki smirked against your lips and rolled over so he was on top of you, his body pressing against yours as he tried to press all of his love into the kiss and you moaned happily into the kiss.

Slowly, a flash of seiðr covered the both of you that resulted in the both of you now being completely naked and you gasped as you felt Loki grinding his hips against yours, feeling his cock rubbing against your clit each time and you whined into the kiss. Without pulling away from the kiss, Loki lined himself up and slowly pushed himself inside. You pulled away from the kiss to allow your head to fall back against the pillows as you were surrounded by blissful pleasure. Loki took this as another opportunity to latch onto your neck, nipping and grazing his teeth along your neck as he started to slowly move his hips to get you used to the size of his cock.

As the rhythm picked up, your moans became more and more sinful, your arms wrapping around his neck and holding him close to you as your nails scratched down his back, making his cock twitch at the pleasure and his hips stutter. Loki sat up on his knees and pulled one of your legs up and over his shoulder, his hand snaking around your neck as he glared down at you while pounding into you.

You looked so beautiful like this for him, your eyebrows scrunched as you focused on your pleasure and your moans becoming louder and more desperate the closer you got to your orgasm. "Are you going to cum, pet?" Loki growled down at you and your eyes flew open to stare at him as you started to nod eagerly, spurring him on to pound into you just that bit faster to make you see stars.

Words were far behind you now as you released a mantra of moans and broken pleas to cum, the coil in your abdomen becoming needier and needier as Loki continued to fuck you. Loki's hand fell to cup your mound as he continued to fuck you, his fingers slipping between your folds to rub your clit gently, sending you over the edge and into bliss. Feeling your walls clamp down around you, Loki released a deep moan and his head fell into the crook of your neck as his orgasm washed over him, spurts of cum filling you up.

After a few minutes, Loki pulled out of you and shushed you gently as he heard your disappointed whine and he smiled lovingly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I'm going to get us cleaned up," he whispered to you and you watched him carefully before you shook your head.

"Not done," you said lazily before pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. You smirked down at him, your seiðr glowing as you broke the glamour that was keeping him looking like an Aesir. Loki looked panicked until you rolled your hips against his cock and his eyes fluttered shut as your warmth engulfed the coldness of his cock.

After a few moments, Loki opened his eyes again when he felt you close to his face and he looked up at you with such vulnerability that you hadn't seen on him before you started pressing a kiss to every single one of the lines over his face. To you, it was only lines that you were kissing but to Loki? They were incredibly sensitive and had his cock standing to attention immediately as your lips started getting progressively lower.

By the time that you were paying attention to his stomach, Loki's eyes were squeezed shut from the unbearable pleasure and his hands gently held your hair away from your face.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Loki asked, his voice broken and trembling as he stared down at you.

With a gentle smile, you cupped his licked up one of the lines that led straight to his cock, "I saw what they did to you in this form, I want you to forget that and only remember this."

Oh. Oh, he loved you. His heart was fluttering as you continued to kiss every line on his body before paying special attention to his cock. You cupped his cock so gently and kitten licked the tip of his cock, enjoying the desperate moan that he released afterwards.

"Let me worship you, Loki, my God, my Prince," you whispered, kissing down his shaft to the base before licking all the way back up to his tip, making sure that it was over the lines that surrounded his cock.

"Not a Prince, not a God," Loki mumbled sadly, his eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure, "just Loki. Jus' your Loki..."

Your heart warmed at that and you took him down your throat, enjoying the relieved moan that Loki released as you did and you started to bob your head and take more into your mouth. It wasn't long before Loki was mere putty in your hands, whining, preening and begging wordlessly to cum. With one final lick to the lines on his cock, your mouth was filled with his cum and you took him all the way down to the base to make sure that none of his precious gift was wasted.

When you were sure that he was done, you pulled away from his cock and showed him the cum in your mouth before swallowing the cold substance with a cheeky grin.

As he watched, Loki growled and grabbed your hips, pulling you up to kiss him again, your dripping cunt now pressing against his half-hard cock. As you enjoyed the kiss, you rolled your hips against his cock until he was hard again.

You sunk down onto him then, moaning in delight at the pleasure of being filled up completely by Loki. You braced yourself on his hands and moaned as you started to roll your hips against his, feeling so incredibly full of him that it was starting to send you mad. Loki kept a tight grip on your hips as he moaned beneath you and you smiled down at him, one of your hands working its way up to the beautiful horns atop his head and as you traced them gently, you were filled with the most wonderful feeling of love that you could imagine.

"I love you," he whispered, looking up at you with the sweetest smile that you had ever seen on his face and your heart melted as you smiled down at him.

"I love you too," you grinned, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

You stayed this way for a while, you riding him and getting the both of you unbearable close to your orgasms before slowing down and then building back up again. This time, the teasing was over and you were bouncing on his cock in a hard rhythm as Loki was moaning in bliss beneath you. Instinctively, your hand fell to your clit and you swiped it in fast circles, the electricity taking over you in a matter of seconds as your orgasm hit you. Loki's hit him moments later and he roared from the bliss, sitting up and pulling you into a deep kiss, enjoying how your walls clamped down on him again.

Loki pulled you down onto your side and he waited a few minutes before grinning at you, "that was amazing, my love."

You nodded eagerly before Loki slipped out of you and you whined at the absence as Loki walked out of the room and returned with a damp cloth, making sure to wash away as much of his cum as you could and he used his seiðr to make sure the soreness wouldn't hurt as much in the morning.

Once the both of you were cleaned up, Loki got underneath the covers with you and pulled your back to his chest, one arm draped over your waist as he nuzzled into your neck with a tired smile.

"Loki?" you whispered gently, earning you a hum from him, "take a bath in the morning."

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes as he puffed out a laugh, kissing the nape of your neck and whispering, "only if you join me, beloved."

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[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 54: Jealousy)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Wong led us to a few spare rooms as my mind raced with fear. Had I caused this? Had I brought this about by bringing the Maximoffs back with us? Maybe Hydra should’ve just killed me.

Wong reminded us when dinner took place before leaving us to talk and closing the door behind him.

Wanda crossed her arms over chest, taking a seat near the window as Loki and Tony turned to me.

“You want to explain what’s going on here?” Tony asked.

He must’ve seen the confused look on my face as he rolled his eyes and spoke again. “What this place is? Who that man was? Why you seem so afraid? Why the little witch over there hasn’t said a word? Your apparent history with a student here? Any of the above?”

I rolled my eyes. “First of all he was 26 when we met. Calling him a student makes it sound weird.” I shuddered. “This is Kamar-Taj. I came here when I first escaped Hydra. I’d heard of it being a safe place for people who had nowhere to go. They set me up with my first home and my first identity: Zoe. The Ancient One also put me in contact with Alex, who’s been able to get me new identities if I need to run… which has happened occasionally. Alex never asked questions and the Ancient One trusted her… so I did too. I met Stephen Strange when I was living in New York and we sort of became friends. He didn’t ask questions, which I liked, he was decent at conversation, and it was good to have a doctor in your arsenal if the need ever arose… which it did.”

Loki raised a brow and I explained.

“Alex was meeting me at our old spot when one of Hydra’s soldiers found us. She got shot in the shoulder and was losing a lot of blood. She was barely in her 30s then. I killed the soldier but since I couldn’t use my magic… she was bleeding out. I called Stephen and he was only a few minutes away having a coffee… He saved her life that day.” I looked toward the door, lost in the memory. “He didn’t ask questions. He knew there were things I couldn’t talk about and he didn’t push the issue. I thought Alex would hate me after what happened that day but she was grateful to Stephen and I… And I guess she finally understood why I was running.”

“Were you two ever… together?” Loki asked and I shook my head.

“I never saw any point in starting a relationship when I knew I’d always be on the run… besides I never really got over a certain childhood friend.”

He smiled softly. “But if you weren’t on the run…?”

“The answer would’ve been the same. Stephen and I just worked as friends. He was more of a brother to me and I never saw him as anything more than that.”

“But did he see you as a sister?”

“Of course he did.”

“That’s not what it looked like.”

His voice seemed almost cold and I sighed, breaking his gaze as my eyes settled on Wanda. Her hands were glowing faintly as they clasped her arms in front of her chest. Her knees were pulled to her stomach and her gaze was lost out the window.

“Shit.”

Loki turned to see what I was looking at as I rushed over to Wanda. I wanted to hug her but I feared it may startle her so I sat in front of her. 

“Wanda…”

She didn’t move.

I cautiously placed my hand over hers. I expected her to jump but she simply turned and looked at me, her eyes filled with tears.

“W-what am I?”

“My friend.” I squeezed her hand. “You are Wanda Maximoff. You are an incredible young lady who saved my life.” I took her hands in mine but we quickly pulled away as they glowed purple and the room shook around us.

“Norns,” Loki whispered, looking between the two of us. “It’s both of you.”

I rushed to explain. “No! W-we’ve hugged before! I’ve held her hand before and it’s never done that.” I feared what they would do to her if they learned the truth. It was bad enough she was working for Hydra. If they knew she was the Scarlet Witch… I feared what they would do.

“The magic… it’s the same as in the photo.”

“Loki,” I warned as the glow in Wanda’s hands grew brighter.

There was a loud knock on our door and Tony opened it to see Wong rush into the room.

“Is everyone alright in here?”

I looked at him confused. “We’re fine. Wong, what’s going on?”

“There was just an Earthquake of some sort… but only this wing felt it.”

His eyes found Wanda’s glowing hands, widening as he looked around the room.

“Y/n… what have you brought here?” He shook his head sadly.

“It’s not what you think! I didn’t know! She’s a good kid, Wong. She’d never hurt anyone.”

“The Ancient One once said that about Kaecilius… and he nearly destroyed our reality.”

A small sob escaped Wanda’s lips.

“That’s enough, Wong,” I hissed as an icy wind flooded the room. I turned to Loki.

“What do you need, darling?” he asked softly.

“I- I can’t touch her… I can’t hold her. I need you to hold her… if she’ll let you.”

He nodded. “Of course, my love.” He cautiously approached Wanda. “Hey, little witch.” He placed a hand on her arm and she looked up at him.

“We’re still here for you, little witch. We’re not going anywhere.”

“It’s me, Loki… I’m the Scarlet Witch.”

“And Y/n is the Sapphire Witch. We love her all the same. If she could hug you right now she would but we can’t risk another quake. We have to get your emotions in check, yeah?”

She nodded and I smiled at their interaction. He was treating her like family, which was what she needed in this moment. She needed to know we weren’t going to turn our back on her. He held her hands and the glow slowly dissipated.

Now that I knew she was okay I needed to get answers.

“Stay with her. I need to do something.”

Loki furrowed his brow but nodded nonetheless and I left the room, Wong following closely behind. 

“Y/n, what are you going to do?”

“I have to make a phone call.” I turned to him. “I need you to get me all the books you can on the history… and potential future of the Scarlet and Sapphire Witches.”

He nodded. “Of course. I shall have them brought to your room. Anything else?”

“No need. I’ll take them in the library.”

He nodded and I pulled out my phone, dialing Pietro.

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[michelleleewise]

Tale as old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: the much anticipated smut!! Fingering, smut (p in v), unprotected sex (not too graphic) tiny bit of angst in the beginning, soft smut, sorry if I missed anything.

Summary: you and loki begin the rest of your lives together.....

Part Nine-

Final Part one--Part two--

Silence crept through the castle, echoing through the halls when a cloaked figure appeared at the bottom of the steps. Looking around at the now lifeless furniture they slowly strode past into the castle. They walked into Loki's chambers, seeing you hunched over him, your fist balled in his shirt. "Loki...please come back to me." You sobbed looking down at him. "I..I love you..." you whispered leaning down kissing his forehead. The figure removed her hood, revealing the enchantress as she looked down at the melted snowflake. Lifting her hand she chanted as the glass shattered, the water swirling with it flying over engulfing Loki.

You quickly got to your feet, watching him become engulphed in a bright golden light as he rose into the air "what are you doing?" You yelled at the woman who didn't even look at you "leave him alone!" You yelled again when you looked over eyes widening. You watched as Loki's skin went from the deep blue to a beautiful alabaster, the bulk of his muscles disappearing, leaving a lean slender frame, his horns vanishing as his long hair swirled with the glow before it gently set him back down on his side, the light dissipating when you heard him groan.

You took a step forward, watching him lean up on one arm "L..loki..." you whispered as he got up, turning to you. You walked up to him, seeing his ruby eyes were now a beautiful emerald. Searching them you reached up pushing his hair back cupping his cheek as he leaned into your touch "y/n.." he said shakely, tears forming in his eyes "I'm here.." you breathed, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks. He thumbed away your tears, leaning down he gently pressed his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck you laced your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss hearing him groan. You broke the kiss, seeing the sunlight steam through the window, his chambers looking as if nothing had happened.

"I love you y/n." He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours "I love you Loki." You whispered back closing your eyes, feeling his arms around you when you heard commotion outside "come on." You said grabbing his hand you led him to the foyer, watching in awe as the furniture turned back into who they were before, the rest of the castle returing to its former glory. "Master! You broke the curse!" You heard James, looking over seeing a tall man with long brown hair running up to you "it's good to see you old friend." Loki said embracing James. "Madam..you saved us." Anthony said bowing to you. You felt Loki grab your hand, seeing him smiling at you as he made his way through the crowd of people

"Lady y/n!" You heard, looking over seeing a child running at you "it's me! Peter." He smiled when you leant down hugging him. "Im so happy to see you." You said holding him tight. You stood up, seeing a beautiful red head walk through the crowd "I'm so happy for you both." She smiled wrapping you in a hug. Stepping back she looked at Loki "You mess this up, I will kill you." She said making you laugh "if I do, I will let you." Loki said squeezing your hand. You mingled with everyone, exchanging hugs when you saw Loki close his eyes rubbing his face. "I believe a celebration is in order!" Anthony yelled hearing everyone cheer. "That sounds amazing, but I think im going to take Loki to rest for awhile." You said grabbing his arm.

"Yes, of course! We will come get you both later when it's time." James said winking at you. You pulled Loki with you guiding him to his room "we can stay love, I don't mind." He smiled down at you. "After everything that's happened I insist you rest." You said lacing your fingers with his. You walked into his chambers, dropping his hand you walked over closing the curtains hearing the door close. "Darling I'm fine, I promise." He said crossing the room. "Well, then you can lay in the dark." You said hearing him laugh "only if you lay in the dark with me." He whispered in your ear making you jump. "L..loki, i.." you started, feeling his hands wrap around your middle, pressing his large hand on your stomach.

You turned in his arms, shivering at his proximity as his hand pressed to your lower back. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles flex "Loki, I want to....I do." You said looking up meeting his eyes "but I'm not very....experienced." you whispered. You watched his eyes soften as he smiled at you. "Can I tell you...I have wanted you since the moment I saw you." He said, his eyes roaming your face. "Your beautiful eyes, that saw me when no one else did." He whispered kissing your eyelids. "Your perfect lips, that spoke nothing but kindness to me, even when i did not deserve it." He whispered gently kissing your lips. "Your hands, that healed me." He said grabbing your hands kissing the back of them. "I adore everything about you." He said leaning closer, his nose touching yours.

You closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan against your cheek. "Please y/n..." he breathed. You tilted your head up, pressing your lips to his as his hands roamed your sides traveling to your back. You felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip, moaning as his lips slanted over yours, his tongue pressing in massaging yours. You gripped his shirt feeling his fingers unlace your dress, gripping the sides pulling the back open. He pulled back, nibbling on your lip as he grabbed the shoulders of the dress, slowly pulling it down your arms "it was a lovely dress.." he breathed, pushing it past your waist letting it pool around your feet "but not near as lovely as you love." He said, his eyes roaming your exposed figure.

You brought your arms up trying to cover your bare chest when he gently grasped your wrists "no love, I need to see you." He said. Turning you from the window he slowly backed you up to the bed, stopping when the back of your knees hit the mattress. He leaned down, gently kissing your neck as his fingers ghosted down your arms. "Lokiii..." you moaned, tilting your head back feeling his lips latch onto your collar bone. He slowly kneeled down, gently kissing your stomach making you gasp as your hands flew up trying to cover your stretch marks when he grabbed your hands in his, looking up at you. "You are beautiful darling, let me worship you." He said, placing another soft kiss to your stomach.

You laced your fingers through his hair, watching him hook his fingers under the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, not breaking eye contact as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your thigh. Lifting your feet you stepped out of them watching him toss them aside. He grabbed your hips, slowly standing up "lay down love.." he whispered kissing your cheek. You climbed on the bed, settling back against the pillows watching him run a hand through his hair, pulling his shirt off tossing it aside. His eyes met yours as he hooked his thumbs under the hem of his pants, slowly sliding them down leaving him bare to you.

Your eyes traveled down to his chiseled chest, his abs flexing as he climbed on the bed, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. He reached up, parting your knees settling between them as his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You felt his fingers slide up your side, gently cupping your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple making you moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss, traveling down to your collarbone, licking and sucking on the sensative skin above your beast. You buried your hand in his hair, holding him to you rocking your hips up. "Lokii...please.." you breathed, feeling his tongue circle your nipple, softly blowing on making you arch your back.

You groaned feeling his fingers slide down, slowly sliding through your folds as his mouth engulfed your nipple, nipping it with his teeth. "God...please loki...I need...." you panted, rocking your hips with his hand. He pulled off your breast with a pop, looking up at you "what do you need love...say it." He growled, his fingers circling your entrance "aahh you...I need you..." you moaned as he sank a finger inside you, slowly sliding it in and out. "How bad do you need me..." he breathed, adding another finger making you cry out "Loki..." you groaned gripping the pillow under your head biting your lip. He slid his fingers out making you whine. "Don't worry love, I'll give you what you need." He purred, climbing between your parted thighs.

You felt his erection press against your folds making you gasp. "I'll go slow love." He said cupping your cheek he leaned down gently kissing you as he slowly pressed inside you. You slid your arms around his back, digging your nails down his skin as he pulled out thrusting back in, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out. "God love...you feel amazing.." he panted fisting the sheets. You felt him twitch inside you making you moan "loki...more....please..." you groaned feeling him pull his hips back before pushing back in. You arched your chest up to his, rocking your hips with his feeling every inch of him against your walls.

"Haa..harder...aahhh..." you moaned as he snapped his hips into you sharply making you cry out. He thrust into you at and unforgiving pace, feeling your stomach tighten you reached up gripping his hair hard hearing him growl "g..goooddd..i..im..." you tried, your mind feeling fuzzy as he slammed into you. "Aahh I can feel you...c...come for me love..." he groaned, sliding his arm under your shoulder, holding you to him. You felt your walls clench around him, feeling every inch of him as you came hard screaming his name. "Aaahh....y/n....." he groaned, thrusting inside you holding himself there you felt him spill inside you. He thrust in a few more times before slipping out making you whine. He pressed his forehead to yours, you both panting as you came down.

He lifted his head looking down at you. You reached up, pushing his hair back cupping his cheek "I love you so much y/n." He breathed smiling. "I love you too, so much" You smiled back, lifting up kissing him. "Do you wish to take a bath with me?" He asked starting to get up when you grabbed him pulling him back down. "Not yet.." you said wrapping your arms around him. He rolled into his back pulling you to him, your head resting on his chest hearing his heartbeat making you sigh. "I was thinking...i know you want to see the world, what's say we go on an adventure, just you and me?" He asked rubbing your arm. "Well I would need to check on my father..." you trailed off, your finger tracing his stomach "He is more then welcome here, he'll have everything he needs." Loki said running his fingers through your hair.

You looked up at him smiling "really?" You asked seeing him smile back "Absolutely, our home is his home." He said pushing your hair back. You laid your head back down unable to stop smiling "so, where would you like to go first love?" He asked rubbing your back "as long as we're together, I don't care where we are." You said wrapping your arm around his middle hugging him. "You'll never be without me again love, I swear." He said kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep wondering what dreams would come since they already came true.....

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