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holdmytesseract · 6 months

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The Equation of Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella & Narfi

Summary: When fears and doubts overcome Loki and he starts to question a lot of things, you are his safe haven he can return to.

Warnings: fluff! a lot of fluff! a bit angst, tears, small 'hints' and 'references' to Ep. 6 - but no spoilers

Word Count: 1,8k

a/n: This story is me, trying to cope with the season finale. I don't know why, but my mind just led me here. To this universe. ❤️‍🩹

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There was nothing. Just silence. No birds singing their songs, nor crickets chirping in the crisp air of the night. No loud voices, car horns or crying babies. Nothing. It was just Loki, his steaming cup of tea and the rising sun above New York City.

Peace... That was what he felt.

The god smiled; tired but happy eyes gazing out of the window to watch the sun replace the moon. Messy curls, tousled by sleep hung in his face. The hem of his green and black checked sleep trousers hung low, but comfortable snugly around his hips.

He wiggled his toes in his slippers; feeling the warmth of the fluffy socks he wore.

Loki took a deep breath - and a sip of his tea. His restless head had ripped him out of sleep; kind of forced him to get up. Sometimes, his mind could wander to very dark places. Especially at night. And he knew exactly that it was not good at all, but... Escaping the claws of your own fears and doubts wasn't easy. A battle the most people might already lose before it even started - and Loki was certainly one of them.

This is the here and now, Loki, he told himself. This is your present. Your future. Y/N and the kids are your future. You found your glorious purpose. Your place in the universe. This is exactly where you need and want to be. Don't revel in the past. It's history. Just a written chapter in the story of your life. Just a-

In order to silence the million voices in his head, he made himself a cup of tea, decided to watch the sunset and think about all the good things in his life... You. Ella. Little Narfi. His brother. His parents. The second chance life - and especially you gave him...

It was a tough process, but through the years, the god learned how to let the good thoughts overweight the bad ones. Nevertheless, was it a cruel battle every time.

"Daddy?"

The god ripped his eyes open at the call of the term that never failed to give him chills and causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster. Within the blink of an eye, he turned around; away from the large window pane in the living room - only to be greeted by the frame of his daughter. She was tiredly rubbing her eyes; cuddle blankie held by her in a death grip.

"Ella?" Loki said with a slight surprised voice; immediately magicked away his mug and squatted down to be on eye-level with the seven-year-old. "Princess, why are you awake?" "Wanted to cuddle you, but you were not there, so I looked for you." She slurred; voice thick with sleep. Ella had slept in yours and his bed tonight, because of a nightmare which had plagued her...

Loki’s heart jumped at the little girl's words; eyebrows slanting. "Oh no... Apologies, sweetheart. Daddy just... needed a moment to think." She yawned. "Think? About wha'?" He shook his head and opened his arms. "Nothing you should worry about, princess. Come here." Ella smiled almost deliriously, before she slurped into Loki's awaiting arms and cuddled against her father. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace; gently lifting her off of the group. Ella slung her legs around his back; even deepening the hug. "Love you, daddy."

Loki smiled; his heart pumping pure love through his veins. "I love you, too, princess."

He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of the girl's head and just held her.

Soon enough her grip on him slackened; legs no longer wound around his torso, but rather dangling loosely at his sides. Soft snores and deep, even breathes signalled the god that Ella had fallen asleep again... In his arms. His smile even widened, as he kissed the top of her head again; identical raven curls tickling his lips. His... She was his. One of the good things he accomplished in his life.

He smiled. "My love..."

Loki redirected his gaze on the rising sun again. It was almost over. The night was barely hanging on - just like the dark cloud above his head.

The god kept his gaze glued on the breathtaking skyline; totally lost in his thoughts once again. That was until he felt a pair of warm, familiar palms gliding over the small of his bare back and settling on his sides.

You pressed your chest gently against his muscular back and pressed soft kisses onto the skin of his shoulder blades; your lips leaving a tickling, sizzling sensation behind. It was magical.

He chuckled. "Well... Our princess came to look after me, too. She wanted to cuddle - and just slept in in my arms." Loki felt your lips on his skin again - and he could swear that you were smiling. "Thought so... My sweet daddy's girl." You whispered; lifting a hand to run your fingers gently through her loose, wild raven curls, as her head was resting on Loki's shoulder.

"What are you doing here, babe? This early on a Sunday morning?" You felt how he took a deep breath. "Thinking. And you?" You pressed your cheek against his bare skin; inhaling his scent. Home. He smelt like home.

"I just finished nursing our baby boy, and then decided to look where my husband and daughter vanished... The bed is way too big without you. And cold." Loki’s heart fluttered, before it felt like exploding - a firework of oxytocin and love.

A pleasant silence settled over the both of you for quite a few moments, in which you relished in closeness of the other.

"What's on your brilliant mind, huh?" Loki didn't answer you; only swallowed hard. And he did not have to say a single word to you. The sudden tension which built within his body was enough for you to tell what was going on.

You and Loki were in no need of words to communicate.

"I see... The clutches of your past wound themselves around you once more... Am I right?"

You heard your husband sigh deeply. "It's not just that, darling." "What else? Do you wish to talk about it?"

"The what if, darling."

The god stepped out of your hug and walked over to the sofa, on which he laid down Ella. He made sure that she was comfortable and draped a blanket over her, in order to keep her warm.

Then he returned to you; a longing look on his face. You welcomed him with open arms - and your husband didn’t hesitate for a moment; immediately sinking into your embrace and touch. You just held him with your hand buried in the soft raven curls on the back of his head. "What is bothering you, my love, if not the past?" You whispered and placed a sweet, reassuring kiss on the side of his neck. Loki needed another moment, before he answered you.

"The what if?" "Yes." You pulled back from the hug, just enough to look into his stunning, but tears clouded eyes; awaiting his further explanation. "What if... What if I've never been given a second chance? Here, on earth, to prove myself worthy of the mercy I received? What if I've never met you? What if you would've never given me a chance? What if... What if Thanos would've been successful?" He swallowed hard. "What would have happen to me? Where would my place in the universe be? Without you, Ella and Narfi... Where do I belong?"

You listened to his every word, patiently. His worries and fears send a jolt of pain through your heart; causing your expression to change. With furrowed eyebrows and tears in your eyes, you looked up to Loki. "Oh, my love..." You said; starting to gently comb your fingers through his long hair. "I wish I could give you an answer to all those questions, but... I'm afraid I can't. I understand why you are asking yourself this, though. Life has been not always very kind to you and left you standing more than just once at the abyss - and wherever your path may have led you without all the things that happened between us... Know that we were always destined to be. There's no version, no outcome of this - of our story, where we wouldn't have ended up together." You softly smiled at him through tears; lifting your other hand to cup his cheek.

"Besides, you are free now, my love. Free to make your own choices. No mind control. No one who decides for you. This..." You gestured around yourself. "Me, Ella and Narfi... This is yours. The story you've written and still writing. This is your story, Loki."

A few tears rolled down the god's cheeks; a breathless chuckle left his lips. "You... You truly think that, darling?" You couldn't help but smile even wider; your thumb gently wiping away his tears. "Know so." You whispered, before you leaned in and captured your husband's lips in a tender, almost feather-light kiss. "I am convinced that in every possible timeline, every parallel universe - if something like that exists, we are exactly where we belong... Together."

The god answered nothing, was too overwhelmed by your beautiful words and all the thoughts and feelings coursing through his mind and body. Instead, he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder; tears soaking into the fabric of your comfortable sleep shirt and hands holding onto your body for dear life. You let him cry; comforting him as best as you could.

You didn't know how much time had passed; how long you were standing there with Loki wrapped up in your arms, but at some point you decided to leaven the situation a bit. Once more wandered your hand into his wild locks. "You still here with me, baby?" All that you got was a low grunt. You giggled; twirling a strand of his curls around your finger. "Have I rendered you speechless, my love? Silver-tongue turned to lead?"

Loki couldn't suppress the small giggle, which bubbled up within his throat at your sentence. "N-No..." He lifted his head again; smiling, with dried tears on his cheeks and slightly red and puffy eyes. "I-I just... Your words touched me deeply. Thank you. Thank you for your advice. For your love. For being mine - and for giving me all this. A life, children... A purpose." This time, you were the one who didn't give him an answer. You pulled him in another kiss; letting him feel all the love you could give.

"I love you, Loki. Always have. Always will." Loki took your hands in his; fingers intertwining. "I love you, too. I just can't grasp all this sometimes. My mind needs a reminder from time to time that this is truly the reality." You squeezed his hands. "I know - and I'm here to remind your mind, because you deserve this... Happiness."

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geehollow · 24 days

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Loki in Marvel's Voices - Infinity comics (Loki presents - 2022) #78-79

Coolest design in a while

#616 loki #loki comics

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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Coldness is my love for you

Loki x fem!reader

warning : obsession, kiss, Loki using is powers, wounds, hurt/comfort kinda, kidnapping

Summary : What was supposed to be a simple meeting between the representatives of the twelve worlds. But an attack not only changes everything, the King of Jotunheim also strikes and finally takes what is rightfully his.

Info : The first Marvel work here wow finally a little motivation for Marvel eventho I'm not really anymore watching the latest movies and shows and stopped after Loki Season 1. I still wanna write for it so here we are plus the Fandom is still in me somewhere ;) Have fun reading.

Ps : Favorite movies : Thor.1 & Blade

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She had never seen him as cold. She never had. Ever since she had met him, the prince no the king of Jotunheim at a gathering of the worlds.

She, as a human representative of Mitgard, was also present, together with the Avengers, only as a legal representation, even if this seemed almost superfluous in the face of the gods. But then what? Right, the attack by someone unknown, something or someone who did not belong to the twelve worlds, someone from outside.

But the attack, even if the gods could defend them well, she still felt the fear as she faced these hideous figures. Herself without weapons, without strength and without a plan of battle.

She was a human, not a god or a super-trained assassin. She was just a damned substitute. She had seen Black Widow stand in front of her as the Avengers protected her agent and fought the creatures.

She could do nothing but clutch the pen in her hand tightly and hide behind one of the already overturned tables. Clutching her "weapon" tightly, she felt the floor vibrate as the powers of the gods and fighters seemed to break the room.

Her heartbeat was almost chewing the drones inside her as the battle went down. In her trembling hands the pen that had almost made her cry as she realized she should have stabbed the monsters with a pen. But in her fear she let out a scream as suddenly the wooden table was torn away. It wasn't one of the Avengers or well-meaning gods.

These creatures had found her in the turmoil of battle and made her the new target for death. Fear was in her eyes as she looked up and backed away, staggering and barely standing on her feet.

The pen in her hand all the more ridiculous as she held it in front of her. What was she supposed to do? But before she could even use the pen, something else reached her. Ice. Light and dark shimmering solid ice that had placed itself between her and the creature like a wall.

Her breath escaped in a cloud due to the rapid drop in temperature. ,,No monster should hurt a lady in my presence," she heard that voice, the silver tongue, the serpent, the god and king of Jotunheim. She saw the green eyes looking at her with amusement. This god of mischief was having fun with all this chaos as the scriptures and books always said.

His words at that time were still full of goodness, so disturbing that she didn't recognize the lie. But she should have seen it. She was only half aware of the brutal, almost joyful act of killing the creature.

She saw exactly how the warm red blood ran down the ice, steaming slightly, but it was a minor matter in the sight of the god. Because the only thing that mattered was his beautiful eyes, the green that attracted her and slowly turned red, the red of his true form.

The red of the ice giant's true form before she felt his cool hand and her vision blurred. The last thing she saw before he took her in his arms and disappeared was her friends, the end of the fight and the feeling that she would never see them again.

A feeling she was to prove right.

Because even now, weeks later, they had never seen their homeland, the earth, the avengers, their friends or family again. The only thing she saw in this cold great palace was the ice, the green of magic, when she tried to get out his spell simply created a new door, wall or end.

As well as finding him sitting on his golden throne. ,,The throne that belongs to me" she heard his voice in her head, a painful memory as his hand gripped hers so tightly that his ice threatened to pass to her and she was reminded every day by the freezing burn of what that meant.

He was a god and a king of this ice planet, but she was sure he couldn't feel love, he was simply obsessed with her. ,,My dear, you quickly understand that here on this ground... you are my property" he had said to her after a few days when she still thought the Avenegrs would come or he would take her home.

But no. It was more her fear and questioning that annoyed him when he told her this. A fact she knew to be true. For he presented her with a room of considerable size with bookshelves, a bed and although not made of ice it seemed freezing cold.

The walls and floor, though barely visible, were covered by a sheet of ice that he could see. When she moved, walked around or just breathed, he saw everything. Like a bird in a cage. Like his property as he placed more and more precious jewelry on her body.

The gold rings, the dark red gemstones, the green of her rings or the blue on her necklace. No matter what he gave, it wasn't for her, it was for him to make his property even more beautiful. ,,I've brought you something pet," she heard, as she did every day, if you could call it a day on this planet. She was almost grateful for every moment she didn't spend sleeping when he let her sleep in peace. She didn't have his attention.

But even this was only at first. ,,Thank you" came from her lips, a word she had said too often recently. She did almost nothing else but thank him, thank him. Being grateful to him was the only important thing for him.

Because that meant her love it was not a question for him she had no choice and the sooner his darling would accept this the easier he would become for her in the long run. His steps came closer, his magic passed through the ice and a chair formed beside her.

His form, though now human, she knew that when the light of the other worlds shone through the ice, his emotions came out or when he frightened her. Which he did with every second. Ever since he had "saved" her.

She barely felt the cold of the jewelry because nothing could be colder than his love. The love he gave her, she tried to lie to him when he didn't care. But she knew she would be lying if she didn't respond to him. The beginning of the beginning that still made her heart beat.

His touch was warm and not cold, his love in the form of tenderness and understanding was attractive and there was even a moment when she had loved him. But now she was his pretty jewel. Feeling his cold blue hand on hers, she looked up and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes.

He licked around her jewelry, his touch gentle, and yet she felt the warning chill he could freeze her into a sculpture, and yet he didn't. ,,Fear doesn't suit you dear," he said and something stirred in her eyes and she came back from her aversion, her thoughts.

She was with him again and saw from his grin that he knew. ,,I'm-I'm not afraid," she said to him, but she knew that he didn't even hear it, on the contrary. His hand wandered further up her warm body, searching for her warmth, something he didn't have.

She knew she was tense, knew he still needed her as leverage for the other worlds, or at least her earth. His kisses, which seemed nothing but cold, were full of love. ,,Of course you didn't," he smirked, the green of his eyes returning as she saw his true form recede.

He knew that although it fascinated her, it was like an escape reflex. You could burn yourself on any fire and you could also get freezer burn on a cold blue flame like his heart of ice. But despite everything, despite everything, she leaned into his arms, let him hold her, let him kiss her, let him tell her stories.

Because something inside her was afraid that something worse than this would happen if he stopped loving her one day. ,,You know all this coldness is my love for you," he reminded her as he felt the goosebumps shivering a normal stupid human reaction he hated it made him realize they weren't right.

But it didn't matter, it didn't matter that she knew she didn't love him. Once he had the Infiniy Stone, she would be his one way or the other, then everything would be his forever.

He gave her one last kiss knowing that it was all just a game, a trick at the cost of time. But he was the god of mischief, he could play this game for a long time to come.

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infinitystoner · 6 months

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🐊 headcanons...

If Loki was somehow forced to buy birthday presents for Thor, Tony, and Nebula on their birthdays...what would he get them?

God of Gifts

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Word count: >900 Author’s note: I don’t think I’ve ever written anything so quickly, but I couldn’t stop imagining Loki giving gifts to everyone! Here’s a sweet lil’ gen fic/drabble featuring some of my favorite Marvel characters.

This was ridiculous. Nevertheless, Loki followed his brother into Stark’s cabin.

“Happy birthday to us!” Thor bellowed, flinging his arms open and nearly knocking Loki back out the door in the process.

It was not Thor’s birthday, nor Loki’s. It was, however, the birthday of the Iron Man himself, Anthony Stark.

“We don’t know when our birthdays are,” Thor had bemoaned as Pepper handed out party invitations earlier in the week.

“Oh, how heartbreaking!”

“I know when my birthday is,” said Loki, rolling his eyes at her sympathetic look.

Thor was shocked. “What? How?”

“I asked.”

Of course, Loki didn’t know his exact birthday, but the day Frigga had claimed him as her own was good enough for him. Loki also knew Thor’s birthday, but that was of little consequence.

“You are more than welcome to celebrate with Tony, Thor. You too, Loki.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Loki replied as Thor gave Pepper a hug so mighty that her feet left the ground.

And now, Loki was at said party. Worse still, he’d procured gifts.

He surveyed the room, giving a cordial nod to Banner and Colonel Rhodes before approaching his first target.

“Many happy returns, Stark.” Loki gave a hesitant smile to the man leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Glad you could make it, Horns. Can I fix you a drink?” Tony asked before taking a sip of what Loki surmised was scotch.

“No, thank you. But, speaking of potables…”

Loki pulled three amber vials from his pocket and placed them on the countertop.

Tony set down his glass, picking up one of the tinctures instead. “And what exactly is this?”

“A gift.” Loki rocked back on his heels before continuing. “Your wife has you on a special diet, does she not?”

Tony’s brow furrowed. “Yeah…”

“Well, one drop of these elixirs will make even the blandest of health foods taste like,” he tapped his finger on each jar as he explained. “Cheeseburgers. Fried potatoes. And doughnuts.”

Without a word, Tony retrieved a piece of broccoli from a veggie tray on the kitchen island and poured a drop of liquid onto the florets. With a flourish, he took a bite. Loki watched in satisfaction as Stark’s eyes widened.

“Schiiit–” he mumbled. “Unbelievable.”

Loki was caught off guard by the hug.

After explaining the magic behind the concoctions, he headed towards the living room – and his next target.

“Best regards, brother.”

“Ah, thank you for playing along, Loki,” Thor laughed, wrapping an arm around the younger prince’s shoulders as he sat on the couch. “I am glad to celebrate with you.”

“In honor of this most special occasion,” Loki replied, pulling a small brown parcel from his pocket and handing it to Thor. He picked at his palm as his brother opened the box, revealing four miniature figurines.

“Loki,” whispered Thor, his voice catching in his throat. “I- I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

Blinking back tears, Loki watched as Thor carefully sat the small figures on the coffee table. First was Frigga, resplendent in gold. Next was Loki, with gilded horns and emerald cape. Then Odin, complete with Gungnir. And finally, Thor, strong and mighty with lightning in one hand and his hammer in the other.

“Is this what you’ve been toiling away at in your workshop all week?”

“Yes, and I actually quite enjoyed the process,” Loki confessed, leaning forward to observe his own handiwork once more as he donned a mischievous smile. The figurine of himself was a few millimeters taller than Thor’s – practically undetectable, but Loki knew, and that was all that mattered.

“Just don’t let the Valkyrie see these, or she’ll want me to make enough to sell at the New Asgard gift shop.”

After promising Thor he’d work on figurines of the Warriors Three next, Loki headed out onto the front porch. There was still one gift left to give.

Nebula sat alone on the steps, looking up into the night sky.

“Heading back out there soon?” Loki asked, settling down beside her.

“That is the plan.”

“Here. For your adventures.” He handed her a tarnished skeleton key.

“Is this going to make our ship smell like eggs or something?” Nebula turned to him as Loki chuckled. Her skepticism was warranted. He was the trickster prince, after all.

In truth, the key was a relic from his youth. Long forgotten until yesterday, when he discovered it in his workshop.

“It is enchanted,” he explained with a grin, “but for use as a tool. That key will successfully pick any lock and open any door in the galaxy.”

“Liar,” she hissed, but Loki caught the twinkle in her black eyes as she observed the serpent at the key’s bow emit a green glow, twisting into itself.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” he said, straightening himself before walking to the front door. “Happy birthday, Nebula.”

“How did you–” By the time she turned around, Loki had already disappeared.

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“Some Migardian traditions aren’t so bad, are they now, brother?” Thor teased as they walked back to the compound later that evening.

Loki shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his face. No, maybe life on Earth wasn’t so bad after all.

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avengerscompound · 5 months

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Loki

Marvel's Voices: Loki Presents Infinity Comic (2022)

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gothicscorpiohub · 7 months

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Lost you

Genre: Romantic–Thriller

Pairing: Marvel Loki x Reader

Overview: Just after Ragnarok happened, Loki along with his wife Y/n, who is pregnant for a while, is on his way to Midgard. What he doesn't know is the plan of Thanos in action against his to derive the tesseract.

Loki sits across the table on his cozy couch in his temporary room in the ship, rereading through the Hamlet, his gaze follows the distinct dark words the vintage papers of the book holds but his mind however isn't attentive of the fiction, rather it runs through the disturbing possibilities of the near future.

It was not more than a mere hour when he saw his sister Hela and Ragnarok burn his realm Asgard into ashes, he saw the place which holds thousands years of his memories, turned into ruins. Asgard was a place he never thought himself to be emotionally attached, regardless it was the not so un- unique place where he spent most part of his life into.

He, as an infant was brought up by Odin to Asgard, to his mother, Frigga. Asgard was the place where he learnt taking his first steps, it was the place within the walls of which the sounds of his first words echoed, it was the place which holds the memories of his first fight with Thor, which he lost badly, it was the place within where Loki learnt about his true heritage, within where he was broken, betrayed, lost, within where he collected himself, within where did he gathered the courage to win up against the injustices of the realm,

except the mother realm of his is no more.

He, after knowing his true heritage of Jötunheim, never considered himself an Asgardian, but now he can't help wondering how much he was attached with his realm Asgard.

The fight had an extravagant impact on everyone, it hurted that many lost their lives but more disturbing fact is that many lost their knowns, and many lost their everything.

The only and most important thing that mattered was the soundness of his wife Y/N. He was terribly terrified of her safety during the war, she was undoubtedly an incredible warrior but at present atleast, he couldn't take any risks, not when she's five months pregnant.

"Darling," he said relaxing his back to the couch, his deep honeydew voice rumbling through his chest like a melody as he felt an soft, firm hand squeezing his shoulder. He couldn't tell how comforting this small action of his wife Y/N was. "You're fine" she said through her quiet, soft, assuring voice while giving out a weak and tired smile. He smiled at his wife's understanding, she knew perfectly when he was feeling low and when he doesn't want to talk about it.

He stood up to her and guided her to the bed of their room, seating her back against the headboard and taking her feet in his lap while sitting in front of her in the suprisingly luxurious bed on the ship. He kept a soft hand upon her swollen belly and began stroking it lightly, a smile plastered on his lips.

"I wonder how well have I acquired the good deeds to have you as my wife, darling." He said softly to her, she smiled "I've to ask this very question to myself several times a day for you, my king" her stomach then grumbled slightly, enough for the young king to notice.

It was then it hit his mind, wide eyed he said "You, my darling, in the chaos of the war, haven't eaten anything in– in two days!" She chuckled slightly, feeling tired. She pulled Loki towards her with his hands (assertively not putting the slightest efforts in the process) and gestured him to sit beside her, he still objected, panicked from inside for this pregnant belly haven't had meals for two days. "Darling, pardon me, give a minute, I'll find something." Frantically, he said. Y/n couldn't help admiring the cuteness of her husband, before he could make a move, she held his hand firmly. "That may wait a while–" she spoke calmly, her calm demeanor always turned to calm Loki with the base of his heart, her voice makes him let go all of his problems, she makes him feel to let go of everything and just to live the moment, with her. "I want to rest, if I have your consent" she joked weakly, exhaustion dripping from every word she used. Loki, instinctively guided her to lay comfortably and covered them both while conjuring a warm fuzzy blanket.

Loki didn't remember himself relaxing his head on the headboard and absentmindedly stroking y/n's hair slowly while she rests her head on his broad leather covered chest, while she's on the brink of falling asleep, or perhaps in a deep slumber already. He smiled mildly at himself, taking in the sensation of being– saturated–with everything.

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After a few hours, when he woke up, first thing his subconscious did was to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, it took him a while to remember he was inside a ship in space on his way to Midgard. Then, his gaze rested on the calm sleeping figure of Y/n curled in a ball, clutching her swollen belly and Loki's hands enveloping her securely.

Getting off the bed was quite an task if you didn't wanted your loved one who hasn't got real sleep in days to wake up from deep slumber. To be honest , Loki didn't wanted to get off the bed but, the circumstances weren't those to resemble rest, it was just not the time for it. He covered Y/n properly with blankets and instantly conjured the bag he had prepared with Y/n and settled out some packages of edible arrangements on the table, wincing at the remembrance of his wife not having meals for days and that too during her PREGNANCY.

"How's lady Y/n, brother?" Thor asked concerned. "She's resting" Loki answered

"Understandable, she's suprisingly very strong." Thor complimented, remembering her intellects while they were in the war.

"That she inconsiderably is." Loki spoke proud of her for the billionth time.

"I'd dare say, broth–" Thor stopped mid sentence, as if something has got his tongue. Loki looked up from whatever he was doing to meet the direction of his brother's eyes. Through the glass above the control panel, a space jet seemed to advance just against their space ship, protruding more and more with evey second passing.

Loki probably did knew what it was, and he wasn't proud of it.

He was here

To take the tesseract

To initiate a war

He was here,

Thanos.

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Heya, it's my first Loki x Reader fanfiction. Do let me know of you like it. Shall I create a second part?

P.S. If you're wanting to talk to someone, I'm always here to hear.

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lokiondisneyplus · 6 months

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Loki keeps things moving in its second season as the God of Mischief (Tom Hiddleston) headed to the World’s Fair in 1893 Chicago alongside Mobius (Owen Wilson).

Following a ping on Ravonna Renslayer’s (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) TemPad, Loki and Mobius search for something out of the ordinary and wind up at a demonstration being put on by Victor Timely (Jonathan Majors), one of He Who Remains’ variants, where Ravonna is also in attendance with a hidden Miss Minutes (voiced by Tara Strong).

Unlike past reconnaissance missions completed with Mobius, Loki has the upper hand as he and Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino) were the ones who met He Who Remains and would be able to more easily spot his variants. “In Season 1, it was really helpful to have him on the back foot because it allowed him to go on this really unexpected journey of growth,” executive producer Kevin Wright tells TV Insider. “We’ve seen him be redeemed, we’ve seen him be a villain, we’ve seen him be an anti-hero. He’s kind of flirted with heroism. But I think our show really lets him start wandering down that path to do it.”

In order to get to Victor after his presentation to a captivated audience at the Fair, Loki uses his magic to clear his path, removing a volatile attendee with a flash of green light and smoke, and that’s just a fraction of the magic put to use in the episode. “The TVA is a bad organization in a lot of ways. They completely broke him down, but it set him on this new journey now,” Wright teases Loki’s path forward.

“And I think that that’s exciting. And the thing that we talked a lot about going into this season was the magic. Through the MCU, we haven’t seen him use it a lot, or if he’s using it, he’s using it for tricks and mischief and all this,” Wright continues. In this case, he’s using it as a tactical device.

Just as Loki and Mobius intercept Ravonna and introduce themselves to Victor, they’re alerted to TemPad activity nearby, which turns out to be Sylvie, who is determined to kill Victor as she vows to murder all of He Who Remains’ variants. This leads to a magical face-off with Loki as he tries to prevent such an occurrence, knowing he and Mobius need Victor’s temporal aura in order to try and fix the temporal loom holding the sacred timeline together.

“He’s a character who has not lived up to his full potential yet,” Wright adds of Hiddleston’s Loki. “And that was the exciting journey for us in Season 2 was we want this Loki to become the best version of himself. And something that Tom would say was like, ‘You cannot become the best version of yourself in life until you really embrace your past and who you are, and fully kind of reckon with your being and the things that you’ve done and what you want to do.'”

Wright notes it isn’t just about being a “good guy now,” Loki’s journey is about “Finding yourself in a constant journey, and we wanted this season to be that. Each step along the way, you’re starting to see a progression of Loki, and the magic is a fun way to show that.” Viewers also see the God of Mischief’s growth. “Through the way he carries himself, you’re seeing him become a real leader in some ways,” Wright continues. “It was just something that felt natural to the story, but also, luckily, I think it’s something the fans desperately want to see as well.”

See how Loki continues to move towards hero status as Season 2 continues, and let us know what you think of the latest developments in the time-traversing Marvel series below.

#loki #kevin r. wright #interview #loki season 2

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acasualcrossfade · 1 year

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Whumpril: Disoriented

Written for @whumpril: Disoriented | Sensory Deprivation | “Where am I?”

Marvel, Loki, Loki and Mobius

Rated: T, Words: 902

TW: restraints, dizziness

Loki wakes up in incredible pain after being rescued from Sakaar.

“--ki? Loki?”

Voices came muffled through Loki’s tinny ears and he slowly felt the feeling crash back into his body. He gasped, arching up from the ground as he registered the way his body burned. His blood felt like white hot poison searing through his veins; it hurt everywhere. Loki thrashed against it as if to rid himself of it, but the pain held him tight.

His throat constricted, swallowing his voice away and replacing it with gasps and mutters.

They didn’t know. They didn’t know about the poison.

The pain threatened to burn him alive as he thrashed against it. No position held any more comfort than the last. He panted through uneven breaths; surely he was going to die here.

Only a few words filtered through his haze of anguish.

“In…can we give…anything?”

More muffled sounds.

“...pain..too great…not sure...”

Something grabbed at his arm and Loki reared back. The touch felt as if a million tiny blades stabbed at him relentlessly with their blades aflame.

Blinking did nothing to help his blurry vision. Shapes blurred and floated in misshapen blobs above him as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.

“Wh-wh…” Words broke out of Loki’s mouth, and his constricted throat made it impossible to speak. Still, he forced himself to try again. “Wh-wh–”

Then, his blurry vision went dark and he could feel a cloth over his eyes. The world went dark.

Loki froze for a moment, the pain forgotten, before rearing up and off the ground in defense.

He couldn’t see.

He reared and thrashed against the hands that pulled and held him, screaming hoarsely at their touch as the pain intensified. Loki felt as if his very bone marrow was alight in flames.

“...off!....off right now!”

Immediately, Loki’s vision went white as the world blurred back and the hands and touches were gone. Loki nearly wept with relief.

He winced as something sharp pinched his leg, and then found he could breathe as the searing pain ebbed away. The burning morphed from white hot to a steady sizzle, and Loki felt the heaviness in his chest release and he sucked in deeper breaths. The room spun as he caught his breath and he swallowed against the nausea.

A hand pressed against his forehead and immediately, Loki shook his head to shake it off, but the touch was light enough to cause almost no pain. “Loki? Loki?”

The voice was almost deep enough to be Thor’s, and Loki abruptly stopped struggling. His blurry vision could make out two blue eyes above him.

Thor? Thor? “Th-Th-” Loki stuttered, searching his blurry vision for those eyes, for his brother.

“We’ve got to hold you down for this,” the voice said. The blue eyes were trained steadily on him and Loki stared up at them, the singular clarity in a sea of blurriness.

The sudden pressure against his arms, shoulders, and legs was enough to make his blurry vision dot.

There were too many hands. Too much...

Loki wasn’t sure how much more he could handle.

The darkness invited him easily and Loki could feel his resolve slipping as he fought against it.

“--with us, stay with us!”

The voice was earnest and Loki wanted to tell them he was trying, but exhaustion pulled at his vision.

“M’n,” he mumbled. The darkness had almost closed over him like a blanket when suddenly, the pressure lifted. The relief left Loki gasping like a fish out of water, choking as the incredible pain shuddered out of him. He curled into a fetal position, suddenly aware that he was on his side.

“You’re okay,” the voice came. “You’re okay.”

He felt a presence on his shoulder, and realized the man had placed his hand there. This time, the touch felt steadying, and helped bring him back to the present.

Loki blinked, his vision beginning to clear. He expected to be somewhere in the Grandmaster’s suite or on Sakaar. Instead, drab beige walls came into view and he felt the scratchy material of cheap carpet under his palms. The place smelled of carpet and Loki squinted as he adjusted to the bright fluorescents. The bright, white light stabbed at him and Loki squeezed his eyes against it.

A second later, the lights dimmed.

The man knelt in front of him, and quickly pressed a hand to Loki’s forehead before nodding. “The antidote should be working the poison out. Whatever they gave you was designed to kill you upon departure.”

“S-so we d-don’t l-leave,” Loki mumbled hoarsely. He blinked and those same blue eyes came into view. The man in front of him wasn’t Thor. Rather, it was a man with white hair the color of Jotunn snow.

“I’m Mobius,” the man introduced. “Do you know who you are?”

Loki pushed himself up on one elbow, hating the way his arm shook with effort. “L-Loki of Asgard. I’m a god.” He took in the drab room; where on Sakaar was this? He almost was afraid to ask, but nothing looked familiar. “Wh-where’s the Grandmaster?”

Mobius blinked. “We rescued you from Sakaar. You weren’t supposed to be there.” He looked at the small pad in his hand. “It’s my job to put you back on the timeline where you belong.”

“Timeline?” Loki forced himself to push himself upright. “Where am I?”

The man, Mobius, gestured to the drab room. “Loki, welcome to the TVA.”

#whumpril #whumpril2023 #loki and mobius #marvel fic #tva fic #loki #whump #loki whump #acasualcrossfade writes #thunderously halo #thunderously halo writes

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nameforthemain · 5 months

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Marvel Voices: Loki Presents #78. Requested by an anon

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel voices #marvel voices: loki presnts #kraven the hunter #white tiger #loki

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🚨 CAUTION/TRIGGER WARNING: Name-Calling; Verbal Abuse

Imagine walking hand-in-hand with Loki when the two of you overhear Odin berating Frigga as a “nagging shrew.”

You ache for her, naturally, unable to imagine what it must be like to endure such a thing from one’s own husband.

Loki is visibly furious. He remembers hearing all this back when he was little. He remembers Frigga blinking back her tears and putting on a brave, happy smile for her boys.

He remembers how much worse it was for everyone whenever he or Thor tried to speak up for their mother.

Odin finishes his diatribe, and Frigga leaves. As she walks past you both, you notice an undeniable pink tinge just below her eyes.

She reaches out for Loki’s free hand and gives a squeeze. “Control yourself,” she says softly.

With that, she leaves.

Loki holds you close. “Don’t fret, love.” He kisses your temple. “I would never.”

You know he means it.

The day comes that Loki is crowned king. He looks at you, as if he’s even happier about you becoming queen.

A part of you doesn’t quite grasp the concept of being queen, though.

Decisions are made and diplomacy meetings are conducted with mostly Loki’s input. Not that he doesn’t listen to you. He certainly would if you said anything.

But you don’t.

Loki tries another tactic. Maybe he can force you to speak. “Well, before we finalize anything, we should hear from the Queen of Asgard.”

You gulp, wide-eyed.

“(Name)? Darling? What do you think?”

“I-I… I think your idea is marvelous, dear.”

He frowns. Not what he was wanting, but at least you’ve spoken.

That night, as you ready yourselves for bed, your husband confronts you on the matter.

“I know you have opinions. So why don’t you voice them?”

You shrug.

Loki sighs. “It’s not a crime to have your own thoughts, you know.”

“I know, I know… It’s just… You’re my husband, and - on top of that - you’re King of Asgard.”

“So?”

You flop your face against his sternum with a tired groan. “So, I should defer to you. I have to set a good example for the other Asgardian wives, Loki. What would they think if I disagreed with you?”

“What if I agreed with you instead?”

“Excuse me?”

It’s such a neat little system. You voice your thoughts to Loki ahead of time, he presents it to the diplomats by saying something about how “The King and Queen of Asgard feel it would be in everyone’s best interests if…” Insert negotiation here.

There’s an important caucus coming up, and this time, the two of you can’t quite see eye to eye. In fact, he won’t even carry out the charade of pretending you both have the same idea.

When you disagree at the meeting, things get tense fast. Not a word is spoken besides the two of you debating.

A nobleman soon has to adjourn the assembly before you start screaming at each other.

“What was that?!” Loki demands once you’re in private.

“I know you’re not asking me that! What about that nonsense you were spouting, hm? If we have to agree on a decision, it should at least be an intelligent decision!”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“Oh, nooo! Just your ideas!”

“Why, you…”

Time seems to freeze in that moment.

Loki’s jaw slowly closes on his own tongue as reason takes over and begs him to silence the words before he regrets them.

“Say it, Loki. Nagging shrew.”

#submission #Imagine #Loki #Lover #Others #God of Mischief #Angst #taniismean #verbal abuse #trigger warning

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sparklegemstone · 6 months

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Loki Series S2E1 Ouroboros

My thoughts (only a week and a half late 😋) --

That was...HONESTLY GREAT??!! I'm so surprised how good it was given that my expectations were set pretty low.

When I looked at creative leadership for S2, I wasn't expecting much of a departure from S1 because Eric Martin and Michael Waldron carried over as the writers from S1 to S2, but I guess what I missed was that, correct me if I'm wrong, it sounds like Waldron is really just billed in name only and didn't contribute much because he got pulled onto other Disney projects, and since Martin was 2nd to Waldron in season 1, perhaps Martin with more control is able to bring a different perspective than he did for S1? Also, directors have changed, we have the Moon Knight directors now, and perhaps most of the positive changes I'm seeing I can thank them for, since I loved Moon Knight (until it got comic-book-silly in the later episodes with the purple alien-looking world ™ that's become a Marvel crutch that seems to be surpassing even the "sky portal/beam" now as an overdone device). Actually, it makes sense that a change of directors would make a bigger difference than a change in show runner / writer since again, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe Marvel Studios has been running their TV show productions more like films where the director's creative voice is king, whereas in typical TV show production it's the showrunner/writer's creative voice that is king and directors step in to carry out that vision on a per episode basis.

Any-hoo...

This episode worked so well for me because the setup and stakes were serious and all this episode needed to do was keep the tone serious and execute on the setup from the previous season finale, and it did! Excellent execution, yay! Serious tone, yay! I think the episode probably benefitted in my eyes from the fact that it didn't need to accomplish any character stuff (TBD whether this season can improve on that aspect) and so could not fall short in that regard, it was very much a 'doer' episode of having a concrete threat / conflict to solve and the characters just went about trying to tackle what was in front of them.

Loki's face when he genuinely thought he was going to die? They did not have to go THAT HARD with the drama and emotion and I love that they chose to go hard and set Hiddleston's acting chops free. So much emotion on his face.

Speaking of how I thought the more serious tone was handled really well, I think Mobius's recurring fixation on the "no skin" thing is a really good example of that. Obviously the fact that Mobius kept bringing it up multiple times was done for comedic purposes, and it could have been played more hokey and jokey, but the directors did a fantastic job of incorporating that while also at the same time keeping the tone serious and keeping the tension up.

Season 1 did not make me believe that Loki and Mobius would be such close compatriots as this episode portrays, the previous attempt at character work did not do it for me, but I guess I'll just try to do a mental reset, take it as a given that they very close for some reason, and see where this season goes from here.

I liked Ouroboros. He was entertaining and a good change of pace for another support TVA character since I don't really enjoy Casey. And the whole sequence of Loki talking to Ouroboros in the past while Mobius was talking to him in the present was very well-written and a clever idea. I really enjoyed that.

Almost no Sylvie was also a plus for me that I know is not going to last, but might as well enjoy it in the meantime. I even thought the actress did just fine in the mid-credits scene and wouldn't have minded her if only Sylvie was just her own person and not a Loki variant, but I'm so done with seeing her in a reproduction of Loki's armor.

For me the only weaknesses of the episode were:

Sound mixing -- I had a hard time making out some of the dialog

I wasn't really following all the sudden exposition about why both Loki and Mobius were going to die and this thing they had to do with this piece of tech to not die...I think the setup for that could have been clearer.

So I'm feeling more hopeful that I could like this season better and my interest is definitely up. I think the test will be how the new directors handle more character-focused scenes when it's not running-around-under-a-time-crunch to see if this season will improve on that.

@delyth88

#loki series spoilers #loki series

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viviennes-tears · 6 months

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Pleasurable revenge (Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth one sot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

A/N: Another prompt from one of my regulars! Thank you to VampireQueen666 for this prompt and as always it's been fun to write. I did add a little onto the end though and I hope you like it as well as the rest of you who also love this pairing between Chris and Tom.

Plus it’s taken me a while to continue with prompts, because I’ve been having a lot of difficulties involving the Wattpad app syncing up with what I have been working on on my computer. I even lost my progress and had to start over as I write straight onto Wattpad first. Anyway, I will continue to finish all prompts anyway and I thank you all for your patients in the meantime.

Enjoy 😊 x

(Reminder the short October 2023 prompt requests run has finished and prompts are now closed. I'm currently just finishing the last of the prompts)

Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: It's a sexy prompt, of course, lol—another bromance with benefits. Hemsworth is on set and watches the scene where Loki gets his clothes zapped off in Loki, so when the crew leaves for a break, Chris eats Tom's ass. Cut to Thor: Love and Thunder, Chris is tied up for his nude scene, and the crew leaves for a bit, which gives Tom enough time to blow him for revenge.

Summary: Whilst on the Loki set Tom's nervous about Chris watching him do a scene where he has to be practically naked, despite having a friends with benefits relationship together for years, and that Tom has been naked onsets before too. Although this doesn't go unnoticed by Chris who takes it upon himself to make Tom feel relaxed and bring him pleasure, which almost gets them caught in the act, and a year later Tom gets his own revenge and gives Chris pleasure whilst the onset of Thor: Love and Thunder.

Warning: Friends with benefits, m/m relationship, semi-public nudity, oral sex male receiving, masturbation, innuendos and dirty talking.

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Tom walked onto set in his Loki costume, the very same one from the first Avengers movie, and just in typical Loki fashion he stands on his mark and holds his arms out theatrically. That very same god-like presence the character is known for oozing from every pore.

"Ah, it still fits!" Chris says excitedly, as he marvels at Tom and causes Tom's expression to change into a mischievous grin.

"I'm honestly surprised it does!" Tom replies with laughter in his voice, as he drops his Loki persona and runs his hands down the front of his costume.

"Yeah, well you look good bro!" Chris says, then bites his lower lip whilst his smoldering eyes drink in his appearance.

Tom chuckles as he feels his cheeks heat up before saying, "thanks, bro." They then hug it out in their usual brotherly way whenever around other people.

"Good enough to eat." Chris whispers into Tom's ear, making Tom's breath hitch in his throat and his reddened cheeks get brighter.

Although Tom recovered rather quickly as they were ready to start the scene, Chris made himself at home behind the camera, taking a seat so he could watch and show his support. In fact both Chris and Tom have often been present while the other was on a Marvel set, even if the other wasn't in it at all, or just not in certain scenes. Occasionally they would be there on other sets for each other, but that was a lot more rare than being on a Marvel set. This time though was an extra special visit for Chris to be around as it's Tom's birthday in a couple of days. Chris surprisingly showed up the day before after saying he wasn't going to be able to make it, of course it ended up just being a lie.

As Tom got offset he shared a few exchange of words with some of the cast and crew in passing. Mostly words of a job well done as the rehearsal run for the Loki series had just ended, everything was going exceptionally well already, and filming was to begin the next day. When Tom finally arrived at his trailer he opened the door with a tired sigh then he switched the light on on his way inside.

"Hey." Tom's jaw instantly dropped upon seeing Chris completely naked as he sat wide legged and leaning back on his hands on the table. "Miss me?" Chris adds, as he runs his fingers through his hair and purposely making a show of his rippling abdominal muscles.

"You said you weren't coming." Tom replies once he found his voice after closing the door to his trailer, while eyeing him up, hunger brewing below the surface and forgoing any tiredness he'd previously felt.

Chris just shrugs with a sly smile on his lips as Tom makes a b-line to stand between his legs. There was very little time before Tom's lips were on his, impatiently moving, hands roaming his well trimmed physique. It had been a long time, too long since they'd last been together and Chris was just as eager to rekindle the benefits part of their relationship.

Between takes Tom would glance over at Chris and share a few smiles with him or he would throw in a subtle wink here and there. It's clear to see he's happy Chris is here with him and the fact Chris is going to be around for his birthday too was all he could ask for.

Later on in the day Tom had gone offset to change, but he hadn't told Chris about this particular upcoming scene, he was actually a little nervous, despite Chris having seen everything there is about him already and vice versa. Not that he needed to say anything given where they just left off before this change was made. After he got back onset he had a fluffy robe on to make it a comfortable transition, then he disrobed and handed the robe to a crew member, just before he stood on his mark in nothing but flesh coloured boxers. Once on his mark he was about to take a deep breath when he looked Chris' way, perhaps not the best idea as he catches himself from making lewd noises, due to Chris sneakily making sexual gestures with his hands. He knew Chris was doing it to mess with him, trying to see if he would crack before the scene began, or even the possibility of getting a boner. Which certainly wasn't an option for him in the tight flesh coloured boxers that already were absurdly clinging low, the v dip visible enough to leave very little to the audience's imaginations when watching thanks to the camera angle.

"Absolutely not! This is fine Asgardian leather." Tom repeats the last line he had previously filmed, as he gets back into the scene of Loki's clothes being vaporised by a robot.

However after several takes of the scene Tom still wasn't very relaxed and it showed on camera. He'd done plenty of nude and sex scenes to know how this works, even in the past he's felt a little nervous before filming any particular scene of that nature, this time though he knew he was having issues because Chris is watching him. The way he was acting hadn't gone unnoticed by Chris either and he found it adorable. The noticeable nervous tics and the deliverance of his lines were not quite where Tom expected of himself, the frustration he has about the scene too, everything made Chris want to help him out. He was actually thankful when the mutual agreement amongst everyone was to take a break for a while, this was obviously Chris' opportunity to get Tom to relax, get him to have some stressful yet pleasurable release.

Once everybody else had left the set Chris slowly approached Tom as he racked his fingers through his hair and he sighed heavily. There was silence between them as they stood close together for a bit while just staring into each other's eyes. It was a mere distraction, as Chris kept Tom's gaze on his as he pinched the waistband of the tight flesh coloured boxers, and tugged them ever so slightly, then he let it go so it slapped against Tom's skin sharply.

"Hey!" Tom protests, only there's a smile on his face now that he sees Chris trying to act innocent, yet his playfully intentions to him were very apparent still.

"Come on, Tommy, you've been naked on sets before...hell you've even been naked around me many, many, many times...." Chris says teasingly, as he leant in closer and then began nibbling on his neck, causing Tom to gasp and his arms to wrap around him. "Don't overthink this..." He adds between nibbles.

"I've heard you say that before." Tom chuckles, as his eyes close and he soaks in the attention he's currently receiving.

"Course, you have...it's exactly what I told you when all this between us began. I wanted to tear up that ass of yours so badly." Chris wasn't ashamed of saying so, as he firmly squeezed Tom's behind in perfect timing to another bite, causing a deep throaty groan to escape Tom's lips.

They've never regretted getting into bed together after the first time they hooked up. Even now after years of the pair sharing this secret benefit side to their friendship, it has always remained as something they looked forward to whenever they saw each other, despite Tom's initial hesitations.

Chris then began kissing his way down Tom's body, taking his time to enjoy Tom's more muscular form, one he hasn't seen quite like this since he saw Tom a week before he finished doing Kong years ago. Not that he minded when Tom wasn't this way either, because to him Tom was beautiful no matter what. Although the lower Chris' kisses got the more delighted Tom felt, particularly when he felt his lips along the v dip that was visible to him, it was a weak spot for Tom.

"Chris." Tom says in gentle breathy warning, just in case anyone were to walk back in on them at any moment.

"Earlier when I said you look good enough to eat...I meant it." Chris says in a low sultry voice, as he moves around and then keels behind him. Tom knew exactly what Chris intended to do for him, despite his gently warning deep down he wanted this to happen, he was getting hard too.

Tom soon felt Chris pulling the fleshed coloured boxers down, his cock sprung out of the tight confinements as he did so, and a sigh of relief was a telling sign that he needed that. Chris' chuckling caused Tom's cheeks to heat up, but he just let him proceed this time, as Chris grabbed at his peachy and delicious arse with both hands, then kneaded his cheeks firmly a few times. Followed by his lips softly kissing the lowest part of his back without fully touching Tom's behind with his lips. Chris then continued to be gentle at first, as he began prodding the tip of his tongue in and out Tom's cheeks, alternately between licking around the rim of the hole. Tom moaned softly as he felt the moist muscle between his cheeks as he focused on not clenching.

Albeit as Chris' ministrations intensified Tom bit down on the inside of his cheek to restrain the noises he so badly wanted to make. Usually Chris would protest if Tom even attempted to silence himself, right now though Chris knew better, he didn't want them to be caught in this private moment either. Yet that didn't stop Tom from reaching down to his neglected needy cock, tightly taking hold of it and giving it a slight squeeze, a throaty groan managed to escape before he began to leisurely stroke himself.

A few strokes later Chris' ears pricked up at the distinct sounds of Tom's arousal being spread up and down his length, causing him to smirk, although it wasn't there for long as he went all in. Tom's eyes widened and his hand stopped mid pump as Chris really got into it. A strangled moan was constricted in his throat before he took in a shaky breath to keep his focus. That's all it took for him to start aggressively stroking himself this time for that heightened pleasure and he felt Chris' hands tighten on his hips. Eventually Tom's cum came out in thick ropes into his hand, his breaths hard, while his body shuddered in Chris' hands. They both didn't stop until Tom was eased down from his pleasurable climax. When past the breaking point Chris stood back up and moved around so he's facing Tom again. A smug smile graced his lips as he saw that blissed out glint in Tom's eyes and hearing him pant heavily always delighted Chris.

Chris then takes Tom's hand and licks it clean for him, a groan of approval rumbles in his chest, when he's done he kisses his palm then wrist as Tom makes himself look decent again with his free hand.

"You can do this." Chris says and pecks Tom on the lips just before everyone returns to set and filming continues as if nothing ever happened.

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Thor: Love and Thunder

Chris strides onto set in just fleshed coloured shorts, completely unfazed about showing off his well toned body, clearly as his confidence seemed to come out more and more with each step he took. A smile formed on his face as heads began to turn his way, as just like Thor he enjoyed the attention on him, particularly Tom's.

"Humm...this seems familiar." Tom says as soon as Chris approached himself, Tessa and Natalie who he'd been talking to in between takes. Although Tessa and Natalie thought nothing about Tom's comment seeing as Chris has been shirtless before whilst being Thor. Yet they couldn't help but check him out, not that Tom could blame them, yet he knew he would be the one who gets Chris' full attention.

"Huh...I suppose it is." Chris says as he ponders mockingly, when in reality he knows exactly what Tom is referring to. Only this time it's Chris' turn or rather Thor's turn to be naked, as Zeus flicks his disguise too hard and ends up taking all of Thor's clothes off in this scene.

"Show us the tattoos!" Tessa says excitedly, as she then tries to get Chris to turn around, of course he obliges and turns around, and he reveals the messy collection of fake tattoos that Thor has gotten. Loki's helmet being the centred one and being the largest.

"It looks like Thor favours quantity over quality." Natalie says with disappointment. Tessa was also disappointed when she saw the tattoos.

"Yeah, well beats sitting in makeup for longer than necessary for the one scene." Chris says as he turns back around with a slight shrug.

"Perhaps in the future something can be added to make it look less like...a child's drawing?" Tom adds, although he agrees on the quality not being great, but he at least liked they're more about Loki than anyone else. Not that he expressed that thought out loud though.

"Personally I think it's defiantly what Thor would get...maybe he drew them himself and the tattoo artist traced them onto a stencil so the end result will be more personal to him." Chris says as he defends Thor's decision making.

The conversation was cut short as everybody was now ready for the scene. Tom patted Chris on his shoulder as he took a seat off camera. Tessa and Natalie found their seats on set as did the rest of the actors playing the other gods get into position, while Chris got his cape on and got handcuffed to the chains ready before the cameras started rolling. Unfortunately, everything came to a grinding halt as they were having technical difficulties, and as it was taking so long for everyone to wait around for things to start up again a call for a lunch break was announced. Everyone then started to pile offset leaving a couple of crew members to sort everything before lunch was over along with Chris and Tom.

"No, leave it." Tom says with a low commanding voice, before Chris' handcuffs could be removed by a crew member. The crew member looked between the two men for a moment before he and the other crew member scurried offset, Tom's expression was very dominating right now and they didn't want to stick around, and they left the pair alone. Although Tom clearly had hinted at the full extent of their relationship from acting this way, right now however he didn't care, he was in charge and he was after revenge.

"What are you up to?" Chris asks with one eyebrow raised in question, yet there's also a smirk on his lips, hinting at the fact he already knows what's to come.

"Come on now, darling, you know exactly what this is about." Tom says in a temping and sensual way as he walks closer towards him.

"Yeah, but I want to hear you say it." Chris said with a suggestive look.

"Maybe you'd prefer it if I show you instead." Tom said, as he tugs the tie on the cape around Chris, while pushing the hood down with his other hand, before slipping it off him completely.

"Maybe you should." Chris agrees, the excitement in his eyes growing.

Firstly Tom kisses Chris on his mouth deeply and with passion, holding the back of his head with one hand and the other on his waist, the sound of the chains rattling as Chris struggles to reach for Tom. Chris' futile attempt caused Tom to chuckle into the kiss, but that didn't stop Chris from biting Tom's lower lip.

"Ah, ah, ah...you've had your fun. It's my turn now." Tom says playfully after pulling away from his lips.

"You know me...I can't resist you when you're near me." Chris said flirtatiously.

"I can't fault you on that." They both chuckled when Tom said this, but then they groaned as Chris rolled his hips against Tom's.

Tom shakes his head slightly before he kisses down Chris' body, whilst enjoying the full extent of his muscular form, while his hands caress every available inch he can get hold of. Taking his time like Chris had when they last shared a private moment on the Loki set. The very same reason Tom wanted his revenge on him.

Chris then watches as Tom kneels before him whilst feeling him pulling his flesh coloured shorts down with him. The shorts ultimately end up around Chris' ankles and due to their length they end up touching the floor too. Their eyes then connect again, both sets of eyes lustful and excited, although it was but a short moment before Tom's gaze lowers to Chris' semi-hard cock. Tom proceeds to take hold of his hips firmly and squeezes them before kitten licks the tip of his cock. Chris moans softly as soon as he feels the little lick and he feels his cock start to get harder.

A few little licks after Tom takes the full head of his cock between his lips and begins to softly suck like something sweet touching his lips. Chris lets another soft moan as he wishes his fingers could tangle and brush through Tom's hair like he'd normally do during moments like this. Albeit it doesn't take long for Tom to gradually take his hardened cock further and further down his throat slowly before pulling back to the head. He repeats the action several times and earns more moans of approval.

"God...it's so good to have your mouth around me again." Chris chuckles breathily, his enjoyment only kept increasing as he felt Tom's hands tighten on his hips.

Soon after that Tom began to pick up the pace. Sucking and licking the underside of his cock repeatedly in a rhythmic pace he set. Sounds of slurping then got mixed with Chris' soft moans as Chris' arousal began to pre-drip down his throat, causing Tom to groan around him, and sending vibrations up Chris' spine. Also Tom began to massage his balls with one hand to heighten the pleasurable revenge he was infecting upon his friend.

"You look so good on your knees right now." Chris says in between breathy pants.

Hearing Chris' words caused Tom to groan while he took him deep down his throat, almost to the point of gagging before pulling back, his own breaths taken sharply in and out his nose. Chris' eyes fluttered slightly because of it and then he watched Tom reach his hand down his own jeans instead of massaging his balls. A smirk formed on Chris' lips when he reached how much Tom was enjoying giving oral, the groan around his cock was also proved as much, and Chris found this even hotter than moments ago.

Tom keeps working on getting his revenge on Chris, as he massages his own balls as he seeks out his own need for pleasure while his other hand keeps a firm hold of Chris' hip, his fingers bound to leave marks on his flesh. Luckily they wouldn't be noticeable once his shorts were pulled back up. Moments later Chris came hot and thick down Tom's throat and he came in his jeans like a teenager who couldn't control himself around his crush. The mere sight made Chris' heart flutter, seeing Tom on his knees enjoying this just as much as he does, and both moaned in sync as they reached their climaxes.

"I best get cleaned up." Tom chuckles breathily as he stands up and un-handcuffs Chris from the chains.

"No, don't..." Chris says and runs his thumb across Tom's swollen red lips once his hand was freed. "I want you to remember how good this was. I want...I want to be a real couple, Tommy. I love you." He adds, his voice a little rough from their private moment, but it's laced with all his feelings he's tried not to let anything happen only thing is he couldn't help it. He loves him.

"Chris...I-I love you too. so much. I just didn't think you'd feel the same, but after all these years...there's been no one else quite like you." Tom confessed, both smiled and felt relief that neither of them had to pretend there wasn't anything else beyond what they had, that there was nothing beyond their friends with benefits relationship anymore. Feelings ran too deep for it to stay like that.

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