#my heart genuinely breaks over Loki. like.

[self-spaghettification]

Looks like we’re getting a lot of crazy things in 6x05

which,

1. Considering the potential title “Moonless Night”, 6x05 will possibly be including Rayla being hurt or moon being otherwise metaphorically swallowed, (paralleling s3 swallowing/corruption of the sun’s power),

2. Considering episode 5 follows an episode titled “The Starscraper,” in 6x05 Aaravos is potentially freed at the end of 4 or during 5 and potentially possesses Callum which will lead to all sorts of trouble

3. Considering the connection of a scene between soren and viren with “until 6x05” and all the hints that the most impactful scenes between soren and viren were yet to come…. it seems likely that in 6x05 Soren and Viren will have a very emotionally charged moment together, also possibly with Claudia. Maybe with a confrontation of some kind, also involving the moon?

Let’s delve into this more though—As this potential title has ignited a spark to finally set ablaze and reveal the idea that has been percolating in my mind for months.

Moonless Night (and Why I Believe the Moon is Metaphorically Going to Be Swallowed) A S6 Speculative Meta

with arc1-arc2 parallels, norse mythology examination, reflections analysis and more

As far as I can see, the clue most directly points to Moonless Night. (Edit: which ended up being right!) And there are other reasons I’m on board.

I already went insane over this so let’s get started

A. S3-S6 Parallels

So, I’m a big fan of across arc season parallels as they’ve existed very overtly S1-S4 from the first moment, as well as some other things which in many ways are setup and reestablishment of dynamics (Rayla hesitating and breaking from her duty twice to help/see Callum instead, Harrow and Ezran respectively attempt to break free from the past but they have to acknowledge it, etc) as well as persistently in S2-S5:

and, it seems, *possibly* S3 to S6–

1. If we get another plot against Ezran that’s not a joke (as it is in s4 and many throwaway lines and jokes in tdp come back to bite us)—+“This coming season will test Ezran's pacifist instincts”

2. If Viren returns, something like this—

in contrast to the “I’m sorry it had to happen this way”/“No you’re not.”/“No, I’m not.” because Viren cannot doubt Ezran would be genuinely sorry

Viren would say I know because he gets it now, the new hesitant, less certain version who also feels bad for all he has done, but he wouldn’t have before.

SO… 3. If the Moon were to get metaphorically/literally swallowed on some level in S6, it would parallel 3x07, Hearts of Cinder.

Corruption via Aaravos’s…child.

which, coincidently, brings me to my next point!

B. Norse Mythology

I’ve briefly discussed this before here, but let’s review:

Aaravos’s similarities to Loki

Source: Twitter

But while we’re on Loki’s similarities to Aaravos, let’s consider what his other children are up to during Ragnarok, the end of the world in Norse Mythology, which seems fitting considering all the foreshadowing of what chaos Aaravos has wreaked in the past (Xadia) and present (Lux Aurea) and even future (ominous wording in the reflections) when given the chance.

Loki’s children during Ragnarok:

World Serpent — rises up from the depths, encircles the world and causes great waves and destruction (“The seas churned” 👀)

Hel — From the underworld, “leading an army of the dead, she marches against the gods, uniting with her brothers and other forces of chaos. This culminating battle signifies the cyclical nature of Norse myths; an end that's also a beginning.” [1] Speaking of which, sounds familiar, right? In Ripples:

“While one may say it ends with a sunrise, [beginning] another will insist it ends at nightfall. [end]”

“With its impact came a long and terrible night: The earth bled! The seas churned! The sun and moon hid for weeks behind the sky’s screaming storm!”

“And when the long, dark night had finally passed—for the sun must always rise, mustn’t it?—they gazed out upon an unfamiliar landscape.”

Fenrir— He was gagged with a sword and was destined to lie bound to a rock until the Ragnarök (Doomsday), when he will break his bonds and fall upon the gods. According to one version of the myth, Fenrir will devour the sun, and in the Ragnarök he will fight against the chief god Odin and swallow him. [2]

It’s interesting how Fenrir has even more parallels than Loki to Aaravos here. Trapped by a blade, chained against rocks like Prometheus (one of Aaravos’s primary inspirations) was when his liver (modern heart) was eaten every day, and when he’s freed all hell breaks loose, including swallowing people (see Zym and Aditi) and the sun. But was it him with the sun? Or…..

There’s something there about killing a god and being killed in return and making the stars fall and all the damage Claudia has suffered thus far, but anyway.

That’s right, Fenrir has two children, one who swallows the sun, and one who swallows the moon. During Ragnarok, while, also, the sea shakes. Ahem, back to this:

“With its impact came a long and terrible night: The earth bled! The seas churned! The sun and moon hid for weeks behind the sky’s screaming storm!”

So… earth blood?

Check… churning seas?

World Serpent — rises up from the depths, encircles the world and causes great waves and destruction

Check… sun and moon gone?

Check.

So, what do we do with this information?

C. Interpretation

So Aaravos with two children, one who swallows the sun, one the moon.

Swallowing the Moon

-Involving a Child

1. Most literally: Aaravos has that… homonculus child, which takes and poisons the power of the sun. Maybe we’re getting another of those? I’m honestly scared for what that actually means like is he having another kid for that because 😭

2. What I favor- a metaphor— If you can consider Claudia Aaravos’s child, well, child in law isn’t that far off for the sake of this theory I think it’s possible they team up and somehow metaphorically swallow the moon like Viren and Aaravos did in S3. ….Just taking the moon, corrupting it and using its power— like they did with the Sunfire power— to make troops invisible in their effort to conquer xadia part two (2!) (although this is probably like the nth time that Aaravos has attempted his plan.)

-not involving a child

3. it could also just be disrupting the moon nexus in some way. Aaravos tends to break reflections in one way or another, from mirrors to ripples.

in Ripples he talks about how he dislikes how the stars look down on their perfect reflection (the sea of cast out)

@parroset has written an excellent meta elaborating further on it here, but essentially, he breaks reflections. A reflection is key to the moon nexus, that lake is the moon nexus because it so perfectly reflects the moon. So… there’s something to that. And it would have to come in handy manipulating the veil between life and death.

4. Taking Luna Tenebris’s power in a flashback.

I’ve talked about why I think we’re finally getting Luna Tenebris content before here, but essentially we already got all the dragons in the 4 corners of the map via flashback or interaction, and now only she is left. A flashback on what really went down that day would be perfectly in line with us learning more about Aaravos’s past, perhaps interaction with Kim'dael as well as, hopefully, blood magic—and dark, star, and deep magic. It also fits in with swallowing the moon’s power, as she was a Moon Archdragon. Moonless night. This also ties back to the blood moon cult because they harvest the power of the moon to begin with.

Last but not least and most obvious and exciting to many,

5. Rayla= “Moon girlfriend.” Callum is already being targeted, and likely some terrible thing is going to happen to him up with the rating being up, creators crying over this episode and calling it “heartbreaking” and all of that, so swallowing the moon could be symbolism for her dying or something equally terrible (so he’s forced to exploit dark magic/Aaravos to save her.)

This also ties back to this being the episode following the star scraper and the theory that Callum is a Trojan horse and, once he’s there, all the shit is going down. Maybe Rayla gets in the way and tries to sacrifice herself. I wouldn’t be surprised. or maybe it’s an intentional harm so that Callum has to bring her back… who knows?

It is for you to think about as you see fit.

@beautifulterriblequeen also wrote about other possibilities for the Moonless night here!

D. Symbolism & Misc.

Now let’s talk about the other symbolic evidence pointing to the swallowing of the moon.

The first thing that got me hooked on this theory was actually this page, which we see Viren flipping through, and then in Callum’s sketchbook.

I already analyzed the markings surrounding Aaravos’s signature symbol, but I also found the eclipse and crescent moon especially interesting considering how important the eclipse motif has been in the series and uniquely tied to Aaravos.

Thus far I figured the moon also had to be significant right it also almost seemed to me as if both the sun and moon had a bite taken out of them.

Then, we have the Reflections.

After Darkness

“The writhing, tainted darkness of Lux Aurea’s night sky spread infinitely above him, the stars all swallowed up inside it.”

Ripples

“While one may say it ends with a sunrise, another will insist it ends at nightfall. ” (swallowed sun) (falling stars)

“With its impact came a long and terrible night/And in that endless dark the humans despaired. The humans huddled together, scarcely daring to breathe, awaiting the rise of the sun.”

which, side note- sol regem saying the sun will never rise again for me, karim saying the sun is setting on their kingdom, and aaravos telling viren that the sun will rise and he will not like augh.

Then there’s the more literal interpretations of swallowing the moon and or sun along with the stars - Consider

1, Aaravos is giant

2, Star eating sword

3, Star devourer dragons

And, let’s go back to the crescent.

Waxing Crescents are associated with growing power, which would also be fitting for Aaravos gaining power, possibly a literal powerup.

Let’s also consider what new moons mean- considering the possible name, moonless night, and all the swallowing of the moon, and starting a new cycle, new moons are certainly significant, right? Moonless night- A fresh start. Could be something!

In summary, I believe the moon will be metaphorically swallowed in S6 in one way or another.

I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading my thoughts! Please feel free to share any insights or reactions of your own!

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[starssunsoftheinfinite]

so. I have been plagued. By thoughts.

Mainly of Loki. Loki being soft. Like,, male! Reader being so exhausted and unable to do much so. He takes care of them?? If that makes sense?

(Feel free to ignore!)

-💚

Sorry for the long wait! Stuff got pretty busy lol. This was a really fun thing to get me in the writing mood again though! There's another ask in my inbox so I'll get to that after! I just chose this one first since I knew it would be more low key (pun intended) and shorter.

I also wrote this on my phone so apologies if its a little odd looking I'm not sure if it'll translate well on laptops.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Fluff/comfort

Male reader x loki

Pet names used (sweet boy, pet, love, my darling, dear (for loki))

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your day had been overwhelmingly hard and incredibly overbearing. So much had happened at work, the job Loki insists you need not do on Midguard but you insist you do your part despite your lovers royal status securing more than enough money for the both of you. It was a retail job and while that may sound simple any mortal such as your self would know otherwise. Heimdall brings you back to Asgard and can already tell your warn out, satchel bairly handing onto your shoulder. "ah, y/n. You look well." he said in a genuine tone but it was clear by the smug look he was giving he meant to tease. You roll your eyes playfully "ha ha" you said, tilting your head to emphasise each exaggerated laugh. "Loki is waiting for you in your chambers." Heimdall says helpfully, smiling softly and giving a nod to urge you down the rainbow bridge. The walk was long and tireing, your thighs and calves hurt already, the hours of standing causing them strain, so a long walk was not ideal. Finally you pressed your palm against the cool gold doors of your shared bedroom and you throw your bag onto the armchair in the corner. "be careful you may break something" Loki teased and you roll your eyes, you've done that a lot today. You sit at your desk, planning to doodle. Nothing serious just mindless scribbles until your mind feels less like bile. You pull out the drawer and take out a pencil then go to sharpen it. Snap. The led breaks. Snap. It breaks again. Snap- "ugh!" you yell. Loki had already been keeping an eye on you, easily able to tell something was testing your patience. His eyes widen and he stands from where he lay on the bed, shutting his book. "Love? Are you quite alright?" he whispers softly, standing beside you but not too close, wanting to give you your space. "Im- mm" you barely begin the second word before your face is scrunching up and you whimper. Today had been so difficult but now you'd been pushed over the edge by something so small. Hands reach out to cup your face, crouching down a little to your sitting level "oh my sweet boy, no, don't cry. It's alright. I'm here my Darling." he cooes and you sink into his touch, whimpering and quivering. "today has been difficult hasn't it pet?" all you could do was nod. There was a comfortable silence between you two as he held you close. "up to your feet sweet boy, come to bed with me." he offers, gently helping you out of your seat and leading you to the soft sheets and comfort of bed. Loki crawls in and opens his arms, motioning you to lay against his chest and you happily do so. He runs his fingers through your hair" everything will be all right my love, everything will be alright. "he soothes and it's like his words are law. Your muscles loosen and your head grows empty, far too focused on the calming sound of his voice the gentle touch of his hands." there you are. No need to worry or fret. I am here. You are safe here. " he hummed. As the world melted away and all you could hear was Lokis voice and the comforting continuous sound of his heart beat, all you could feel was his hands on your skin and in your hair, and all you could smell was the warm scent of his lavender shampoo and black cherry soap, you felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier. "that's it sweet boy, you deserve rest. Take as much as you need. I will be right here when you wake. I promise." he hooked a finger under your jaw and tilted your head up ever so slightly. He craned his neck and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my sweet Prince." he whispers and a small smile graces your lips "I love you too Dear.." your sentence trailed off into silence and soft breaths.

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

"Time & the Trickster"

a Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 14: Sylvie's Choice

It's your stubbornness against Sylvie's to determine who will fix the timelines and sit on the golden throne. Who's will is stronger? A single, difficult choice will decide everyone's fate.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): Reader is in peril, violence

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Sylvie gave an incredulous look, as if to say “you’re kidding, right?”

Loki looked at you and The Doctor, who were taking up exaggerated, almost heroic positions upon bursting in. Hey, it wasn’t easy to avoid getting caught up in the adventure with The Doctor next to you. Even in this most precarious moment, he brought out the thrill of it. His energy was infectious. 

You looked pretty hot. Loki took note. 

Smiling, you laughed. “You didn’t expect me to be so pissed off, did you?”

Your adversary blinked. “I never expected anything less.”

“Good. So you know better. Now drop your stone before I drop your ass!”

“I’ve made my stand!” barked Sylvie. 

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said The Doctor. He and Loki moved together to get in between the two of you, Loki facing you and The Doctor turning to Sylvie. “We can figure this out, Sylvie, but we don’t need this to become violent!”

“How so? You all want me to give up an entire lifetime of running, hiding, and fighting,” she bemoaned. “After all this time…trying to prove myself…”

She lowered the hand that held her dagger, dropping it at her feet. She wasn’t surrendering, you could see she was beginning to run through her life as it began flashing before her eyes. 

“...you never saw me as anything but the bad girl,” she said with genuine woe. You were not moved, but of course Loki was, to your dismay. 

“We’re all misunderstood. It’s one of the things that binds us together as Lokis,” he said, both Loki and The Doctor moving around so he could address her while The Doctor began whispering to you. 

“I will open the basin, but don't look inside. I can’t promise your brain won’t melt,” he instructed, the gross visual making you cringe. “You need to either find an opening for Loki to toss his, or trick Sylvie into throwing hers.”

“I won’t go,” Sylvie said again. “No. I owe nothing to any of you.”

The TARDIS shook. You yelped in surprise. Yes, you fucking do! you thought. 

“Sylvie, a true Loki adapts! You’ve done some astounding things with what you were given, but when a Loki is beaten, if there is nothing else to be done…they think. They strategize! They don’t run at the fire with flying fists. When there is nothing more to be done, a Loki accepts the Fates’ answer.”

His speech melted your heart. You knew this version of him was never imprisoned in his father’s dungeons or fought the Dark Elves, and the only reason Loki needed to escape with Thor from Sakaar was due to a stupid hitchhiking mistake they’d made many eons ago as youths. Yet both times, Loki had proven himself a full Prince and a full warrior. Sylvie would have turned over Jane Foster. She would have never helped Thor escape. It was unfair that it was this difficult to ensure his happy ending. If reality were fair and equal, Sylvie would already be ensnared in the Tree of Life. Perhaps there was a timeline where it was so. 

“Then do it yourself!” Sylvie replied. “Accept your fate!”

“We’re both Loki! It belongs to both of us!”

You made sure Sylvie’s shitty stone was in your fingers, ready to press into her hand. The Doctor motioned to you silently that he was going to make a break for the basin. You nodded. He quickly turned around and began working his charismatic magic over the Asgardians. 

“Well, us Lokis need to stick together right? And from where I stand, we’re all about to get crushed under the weight of a collapsing timeline down here, so let’s move things along, shall we?”

He bolted over to the vortex basin, shoving his fingers under the crack and yanking with all of his strength. You ran over to help him when it looked like he wasn’t able to do so on his own, but once he grounded his feet, it wasn’t so difficult to open the time vortex. 

The room was instantly flooded with bright yellow light coming from the beacon in the middle.

“Loki, move!” You demanded, darting under his arm and throwing yourself at Sylvie. Loki made an attempt to hold you back, but you slipped right through him, lunging at her and knocking her to the floor. 

The two of you wrestled on the ground, neither of you having any sort of form. As a result, you were two people fighting, just trying to pin the other one down. Sylvie kept flailing, her arms and hands moving too quickly for you to have access to her skin to press against the stone. 

You felt a painful blow just under your ribs as Sylvie got in a good kick, which sent you rolling across the floor several feet, near the foot of the vortex basin. The Doctor stepped back to keep out of your way. Scrambling to your feet, you and Sylvie ran at each other again, but the pain in your side was sharp, and you realized that her hit was going to make it more difficult for you to overpower her.

“Loki! Help me!” you cried. 

You heard a laugh. It was actually Loki from behind you. He held the brighter stone in the handkerchief, posed to use it as a slingshot. “Did you all forget for a moment that I had one too? We do tend to complicate things a bit, don’t we?”

Sylvie’s face fell as Loki fired. The beaming green stone made a clear arc over your heads. Sylvie, who was somewhat petite compared to even you, tried to reach for it, missing widely. It moved in slow motion; your eyes traced it by the comet-tail-like streak it left as it fell behind Sylvie and into the vortex. 

The TARDIS lurched, then took a big, healthy deep breath. The Doctor grinned joyously, his ship fully alive again. “She’s starting to move toward the DVD!”

“TVA!” shouted Loki. 

“Remember: do not look into the time vortex! I have to get to the console! I’ll be back once I make sure we’re locked onto the coordinates!” The Doctor fled the room at top-speed, which for his tall, limber frame was quite fast. 

Sylvie, beaten and realizing that she had very few cards left in her hand, attacked you. 

“STOP! Sylvie, NO!” Loki implored as she attempted to hurl herself onto your back. You’d adjusted your center of balance, and the sudden added weight toppled you both, you landing on top of her. In the moment, your animalistic defenses took over. You no longer could identify who she was or what she was hoping to accomplish, You needed to survive. You needed to keep her at bay long enough for you to reach your destination.

The dagger wasn’t on her person, so Sylvie relied on her strength to attempt to subdue you. Your pent-up rage was your biggest weapon, and it gave you the adrenaline to keep going. You threw yourself off of Sylvie, kicking her stomach with your toe. It had only some effect. She was harder than you thought. 

On your feet, Sylvie got up and lunged for your throat without missing a beat. You moved out of the way so that she missed your neck, but she latched onto your arm instead, pulling you toward the bright, open basin. It was all you could do to avoid looking inside. 

The momentum Sylvie brought with her charge threw you back against the basin rim. Loki was finally able to find an opening in an attempt to get between the two of you, but just as he dove forward, the most violent lurch yet happened. 

You were suddenly aware of the sensation of tumbling as both you and your attacker tumbled over the side of the rim. Your heart nearly exploded in an immediate surge of adrenaline, which thankfully gave you the quick reflexes to grab onto the side. Sylvie had also managed to grapple the rail with both hands. 

The ship wouldn’t stop shaking. There was no way Loki could pull you both back before one of you fell. You knew what had to happen. 

You looked resentfully at Sylvie. You mumbled in a voice that only you could hear, “I so would have loved to mount your head over my mantle, Sylvie. Fuck you. Fuck you forever.”

Finally making peace, you lifted your head, beginning to feel your palms grease over with nervous sweat. It was time to say goodbye. You were surprised at how resigned you felt. It was, after all, for Loki’s sake. Who better to die for?

Loki leaned over the basin, looking back and forth between you and Sylvie to avoid looking directly into the vortex. The quandary was not lost on him. He looked almost ready to die himself at the impossible choice before him.

“SAVE HER!” you shouted. “WITHOUT HER YOU’LL NEVER BE FREE!” 

Nothing mattered to you anymore. You were willing to die in her place if it meant saving Loki. You only hoped she didn’t bullshit you all. Only Sylvie would manage to make YOUR sacrifice worthless. 

“It’s okay, Loki,” you said, the tears being pulled from your eyes into the chasm under you. “I mean it. Let me go.”

Just then, the TARDIS lurched again, and the gravity within the room shifted enough that yours and Sylvie’s grips were both ripped away from the rim at the same time, leaving you both hovering for a final, terminal moment as Loki made his choice. 

He threw the upper half of his body over the side just in time to snatch your hands back, keeping you from falling away. Using every desperate ounce of his superior strength, he hoisted you back over to relative safety as Sylvie went into freefall. 

She made no sounds, no gasps, no cries of revenge. Her eyes didn’t even widen in surprise. As Loki cradled you in his arms while you wept, Sylvie’s face fell only slightly. She looked almost dignified and resigned as she was sucked out into the time vortex, gone from sight before anything could be done to fetch her. 

The TARDIS’ shivers and quakes stopped, and it began careening as it normally would on any given adventure. The Doctor had made his way back to the console and was steering the ship successfully, putting it into autopilot so that it would continue to follow the time stone back to the TVA. 

The basin slammed shut as the time machine stabilized. Once you realized what had happened, you pulled yourself out of Loki’s arms, hysterical. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” you shrieked, slapping him hard across his cheek. 

He brought a hand up to the reddening skin on his face. You punched him twice in each shoulder. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FUCKING IDIOT?!”

He gripped your shoulders so tightly you could move, only look into his eyes for his answer. “Without you I’ll never be free.” 

Your jaw dropped. He tapped the tarot pendant still around your neck after all these weeks. “I could have had a free man’s life with her…but I can only have hope with you, my star.”

You grunted, not having any of it. Loki allowed you to continue hitting him as you let out all of your rage. Sylvie had died, and yet she had somehow still won. Without her around to absorb your blows, there was only one who could. 

“I hate you! I hate you!” you screamed, continuing to lose yourself to grief as Loki sat before you, graciously accepting every blow. “I fucking hate you! You’re so stupid, Loki!”

The Doctor pranced back into the chamber, unaware of anything that had happened since Loki cast the stone into the vortex. 

“We should be there in about ten minutes! Everything seems to be moving now--”

He stopped suddenly, understanding what had just transpired the moment he saw Loki rocking you back and forth as your sobs were reaching a zenith. It was all your doomed love could do to offer his arms for you to bury your face in. He turned his head toward The Doctor, silently telling him everything.

The Time Lord’s face fell as his hearts broke. You could hear him speak the words that you knew he only said when all chances of a happy ending were lost:

 “Oh Loki….I am sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

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[bossbtch1]

Sneak Peek for my upcoming Loki's fanfic based on Loki season 2 ep 2

Brace yourselves, because this fic is going to be dark. If you're expecting something cute and fluffy, I hate to break it to you, but this one isn't it.

The work isn't finished yet, so there might be parts that feel incomplete at the moment. I'm incredibly excited for this fic, I love dark smutty fics and I genuinely hope fellow fans of dark fics will enjoy this as much as I do.

Possible trigger warnings: smut, obsessive, yandere, non-con, minor violence, dubious consent, forced orgasm

He began to advance toward you, a predator toying with his prey. Panic surged through you, urging you to flee. Yet, no matter how fast you ran, Loki always reappeared before you. His voice dripped with amusement, "Come on, pet. Do you really think you can outrun me?" His grin widened, relishing the chase as if it were sort of a game to him.

"You won't ever escape me, pet. Even if you manage to get away from me, I will always find you again and again. You will be mine, whether you want to or not." He declared, his tone possessive and chilling. He stood before you, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud.

You felt the anger boiling inside of you, but you continued to run. Each step echoed in the empty alley as you tried to escape his relentless pursuit. "Leave me alone then!" you shouted, desperation lacing your voice.

To your horror, your movements came to an abrupt stop. Loki stood in front of you, his mischievous grin sending shivers down your spine. Frantically, you turned around, only to find him there again, mocking your attempts to escape. Panic set in as you attempted to flee in the opposite direction, but there he was once more, his presence haunting you like a nightmare.

Your mind raced with questions as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from the three identical Lokis that surrounded you. Were you tripping, or is there really three of them?

Suddenly, you felt his warm breath near your ear, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "It's called an illusion, little one," he whispered, the hot air tickling your earlobe. You jolted away from him, only to find another Loki standing in front of you, and you jumped yet again.

The three Lokis slowly closed in on you, each step they took making your heart race faster. You retreated, trying to create distance, but soon your back met the unyielding wall. There was no escape. Your mind raced, your heart pounded, and you breathed heavily, trapped in a nightmare of your own making.

Suddenly, you felt an invisible force restraining your hands, pinning them against the wall. You looked around frantically, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you were immobilized, at the mercy of the illusions and the Loki who created them.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go."

"I don't think I will, my little pet," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

He advanced toward you, his steps deliberate and predatory. "Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation, "let the fun begin, pet."

I'll do my best to release this fic next week, if my schedule isn't too hectic. In the meantime, feel free to read my other stories in my masterlist. Happy reading!

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[ailendolin]

Title: Stay [AO3]

Characters: Loki/Mobius

Warnings: Spoilers for 2x02

Summary: Sometimes, it takes more than a piece of pie for things to feel okay again. - Or: Loki and Mobius in the aftermath of 2x02.

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Stay

“Knock, knock,” Loki said quietly after he opened the door. When he spotted Mobius on the couch, his tie undone and his shoulders hanging low with the weight of the world seemingly resting on them, he took a deep breath and put on a smile. “May I come in? I brought pie.”

He held up the plate enticingly and Mobius’s eyes softened with something Loki could only describe as tired fondness as he patted the empty space next to him. “You know, I can’t keep trying to solve all my problems with pie.”

“Oh, I know,” Loki said and stepped inside. His smile felt a little more genuine when he added, “But it’s really good pie.”

“Oh all right, give it here, then.”

Mission accomplished, Loki joined Mobius on the couch. For a moment, neither of them said anything as Mobius dug in. Loki was fine with that – more than fine, actually. Mobius was one of only handful of people he’d always been comfortable sitting in silence with. As ridiculous as it sounded, watching him eat reminded him a little of what it used to feel like watching his mother perform magic: calm and peaceful. Mobius looked content in a way he rarely did when they were working, and Loki suddenly found himself wishing he could do more to make it easier for Mobius to bear the worries and burdens that weighed so heavily on his heart.

“This is good pie,” Mobius said with an appreciative hum, breaking the silence.

Loki smirked. “Told you so.”

They exchanged a look that lingered longer than it should have. Then Mobius sighed and set down his plate, and Loki knew the short respite was over.

“What a day, huh?” Mobius leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes. “What a day.”

The weariness that permeated every single word made Loki’s chest ache. He’d seen Mobius tired before but never so exhausted, so defeated, and it tore at him. He knew what that felt like; knew it only too well. He might have made light of the invasion of New York earlier but both he and Mobius were painfully aware of the circumstances that had brought him to that moment and how little choice he’d had to take part in it. What he’d done to Brad earlier was child’s play compared to what Thanos had done to him. Mobius was the only one beside himself who had seen it all: the pain, the tears, the desperate need to hold onto a small part of himself while Thanos took and took and took until all that was left was a bloody, broken mess both inside and out.

Parts of him had never recovered from that. Loki knew that, and Mobius did too. A lifetime ago, the thought of someone understanding would have felt threatening. Now, though – now Loki felt nothing but comfort knowing that Mobius had seen it all, all the broken and mangled bits and pieces that made him Loki, and still smiled at him as if he was worth every kindness in the realms. It meant a lot to Loki, more than he could ever hope to put into the words.

He sank back against the couch and allowed his shoulder to lean against Mobius’s.

“Still don’t regret not going back to your old life?” he asked with a teasing note. “Might be less stressful than this one.”

“Might be,” Mobius acknowledged. He turned his head to look at him. “But no, thanks. I’m perfectly happy where I am.”

He said it so casually, as if happiness was something neither of them had always had to fight tooth and nails to hold onto. Loki had lost his first chance at it when his childhood fell apart under Odin’s favouritism, and he’d thought it lost forever when he learned of his mother’s death and Sylvie pushed him through the Time Door. And yet here he was, sharing a couch with a man who looked awfully ordinary but was anything but and finding himself unable to imagine a time in his long life where he’d felt happier or more content.

He smiled. “So am I.”

Mobius regarded him quietly for a moment before he said softly as if he were afraid to speak the words, “Is that why you stayed? Because you’re happy here?”

Loki couldn’t fault him for sounding curious and just a little sceptical. He had run off after Sylvie once before. There was no reason for Mobius to trust he wouldn’t do it again in a heartbeat. But Loki was tired of running; he was tired of chasing impossible things and hurting himself and those he loved in the process. He longed for something else now, something that was permanent and gentle and allowed him to let his guard down and just be.

“Yes,” he said softly. And then because Mobius deserved to know and needed to understand, he whispered, “This is home.”

A series of complicated emotions flashed across Mobius’s face before it settled on tentative hope. “Loki–“

“I mean it,” Loki said before even the tiniest seed of doubt could have a chance of burying itself into Mobius’s soul. “I don’t want to be anywhere else – or with anyone else. I’m perfectly happy where I am.”

Hearing his own words thrown back to him, Mobius choked out a soft laugh that might or might not have been a sob before he let his forehead fall against Loki’s shoulder. The touch was so beautifully intimate and trusting that Loki felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Good,” Mobius whispered against his shirt. “That’s … that’s good.”

“Yes?” Loki asked because he needed to be sure – he needed Mobius to be sure. “You sure you won’t get tired of me trailing after you and causing chaos wherever we go?”

Mobius snorted and Loki’s heart soared with relief.

“You cause mischief, not chaos,” Mobius said. He lifted his head before he added more softly, “And no, I don’t think I will get tired of you. A little annoyed, perhaps, but not tired.”

Loki raised one of his eyebrows. “Are you saying I’m annoying?”

“Are you saying you’re not?”

Loki grinned. “You know you love it.”

Mobius huffed and for one beautiful moment, Loki basked in the spark that lit up his eyes. Then Mobius bowed his head and the spark was gone, as quickly as it had appeared. “I wouldn’t want to hold you back, though. If you’re staying out of some misguided sense of–”

“I’m staying because I want to,” Loki interrupted him. More quietly and almost desperately, he added, “And I will for as long as you’ll have me.”

Mobius glanced at him, a sad and resigned look on his face. “You’ll get bored of me long before that.”

“Never,” Loki whispered fiercely. It was as much of a promise as he could make in that moment, as close to a confession as he dared.

A small smile began to tug at Mobius’s lips.

“Okay, then,” he said softly and relaxed back against the couch so their shoulders were touching again.

“Okay,” Loki echoed.

The knot in his finally stomach unravelled. Whatever happened next, he knew they would be okay.

#loki #mobius m mobius #lokius #loki series #loki spoilers #loki fic #my fic

[prettybrownelf]

hii! how you doin? 👀 Can I request a Genderfluid Loki who thinks the Male Reader is straight (therefore thinking is impossible to get him) but they realize he's actually a bi disaster?

The Favored Servant

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Loki x Male! Reader

Summary- Loki invites their servant into the shower with them, just for a little fun

Word Count- 1310

Content Warnings- They/Them Pronouns for Loki, Loki Switching From Masculine To Feminine, Bi Male Reader, Oral (Loki Receiving), Praise, Hair Pulling, HandJobs (Reader Receiving)

You are annoyingly handsome. That's all Loki can think while they stare at you. 

Was it right for him to drool over a random servant in his home? Of course not, especially when that servant is so obviously straight. 

‘He only looks my way when I'm feminine, it's almost like he avoids eye contact every time he sees me as a man.’ A small pang of sadness enters the god of misfits' hearts as they make their way to their shower. 

When you're called to bring clothes to Loki, you don't think anything of it. They enjoyed having you do things for them so they could tease you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. Loki was truly an enthralling creature to you. The way they transformed back and forth made your brain fuzzy, how could they look so good as both? It's unfair!

The sound of the running shower makes your face get hot as you knock. “Master Loki?” You ask, waiting for the door to open. 

‘They love taking their time.’ You groan to yourself as the door finally opens. Your eyes meet theirs as you desperately try to keep yourself from looking down. They looked so good in a man's body, and a woman's body, it makes you unreasonably turned on. 

“Here you go, my lord.” You cringe at the shakiness of your voice as Loki takes the clothes with a smirk. “Thank you, dear.” It takes everything inside of you not to swoon as you begin walking away. “Where are you going?” They ask, looking at you as if they were genuinely offended. “Did you need something else, my lord?” Loki grins as they open the door to their chamber wider. “Get in.” They say, although it seems more like a command. 

A small nod is all you can give as you step past them, looking around the beautiful bathroom. The large shower in the middle was quite stunning, although it's a bit hard to focus on at the moment. “Are you going in with your clothes on?” They ask from behind you. Confusion paints your face when you hear their voice change as you turn around to see them. In the blink of an eye, Loki's body changes. Being this close to them when they change almost forces you to notice the small changes they make. 

When they decide to be in a feminine body, their hair gets longer, their cheekbones get higher. But when they decide to be more masculine, their neck gets thicker, and so do their eyebrows, their ears even look different. 

Loki's snapping fingers breaks you out of your thoughts. “Hey! I don't want to be here forever!” 

Loki’s brain can't stop moving. You came in even though they don't look like a girl, which may mean you're not straight, but you're acting uncomfortable, so maybe you only did it because you thought it was a command. 

Then when they changed, you acted the same, as if you can't meet their eyes. Disappointment begins to sprout as Loki decides to just take a leap of faith. 

You look like a frightened deer when they place their hands on the side of your face. “Is this ok?” They ask. You nod as you feel Loki's lips meet yours. 

Soft, their lips are soft. Every thought you could possibly have immediately leaves you as you sink into their touch. The feeling of them smirking against your lips does nothing but heighten your arousal as you feel your dick growing harder. “Getting excited, pretty boy?” You feel like you're going to faint as you look up at them to nod. Loki drags their finger across your jaw as you follow it, feeling yourself completely give into their every desire. 

“Do you like me more like this, or, the other way?” They ask. You can see the small bit of fear in their eyes, even if they're trying to hide it. “Both.” You whisper, watching their shoulders drop from their position. “Good to know.” 

Within a second their smirk is back as they step away from you, making their way to lean against the shower wall. “Come here, handsome.” Before you can take a step towards them, they stop you. “I didn't say to walk.” The pressure building in your lower stomach is all you can think about as you sink to your knees. Loki's smile tells you you're doing the right thing as you crawl in front of them, their green eyes staying on you the whole time. “Good boy!” They praise you as they run their hand through your hair. 

You gaze up at them as they pet your hair, clearly taking in the moment. “Do you really like me as both?” You nod as you lean into their touch, enjoying the feeling of their fingers on your scalp. “Of course I do, why wouldn't I?” They give a small chuckle as they take in your flushed face. “Honestly, I thought you would only want me as a woman.” “I do want you as a woman, that's how I first met you. But I want you as a man too.” Loki gives a genuine smile as they rest their hand on your cheek. “That's a bit hard to believe still, even like this.” You laugh a small bit as you rub your hand up their thigh. “Do I need to suck you off to prove it?” Loki cocks an eyebrow at you with a devious grin. 

The second you blink they change. You have to fight everything inside of you not to stare at their hardened cock in front of your face. “If you insist, go ahead.” The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you swallow your fear. 

Taking them in your mouth a small bit is all you do at first, getting used to their girth as you lick around their tip. Loki gives a low groan as they lightly push on the back of your head to make you go deeper. “I don't mean to rush things darling, but I do need to meet with my family soon.” You take a deep breath as you take more of them in your mouth, trying to fasten your pace. Loki's grip on your hair sends pleasure through your whole body as they move your head for you. “You good at this pretty boy. Have you been dreaming about this?” A whiny moan is the only response you can give as you feel them twitch in your mouth. “Shit, you really are good at this.” Loki throws his head back as they moan, squeezing their eyes shut. “You gonna swallow puppy?” You whine as you attempt to go faster. 

They don't give a warning as they cum down your throat, holding your head against them as you swallow. “Now let's take care of you before I leave.” Their breath is still shaky as they sink down, pushing you back so they can crawl between your legs. Your mind is so shaken you don't even realize they’ve gone back to their womanly form till they look up at you from between your legs. 

Their hand wraps around your cock, clearly enjoying the way you immediately begin thrusting into their grasp. “You're so pretty when you're desperate (Y/n).” That's all it takes for you to cum, watching it fall down their hand as you continue their motions through your entire orgasm. The second you try to get away from the overstimulation they stop, rubbing your thighs gently as they lean up to give a small kiss to your lips. “Maybe I can be late to see my family, let's just stay here for a while.” They whisper as they crawl onto your lap, sinking into you as you wrap your arms around them. “Yeah, I'd like that.” 

#marvel x male reader #male reader #x male reader #loki x male reader #bottom reader #bottom male reader

[chaosmagicss]

love in the dark (wanda maximoff x reader)

synopsis: your plan is simple; get through your senior year and make it to college with minimal fuss. what you aren't expecting is the spanner in the works that is wanda maximoff and her stupidly kissable lips.

series warnings: high school au (everyone is 18), secret relationship, jealousy, allusions to and brief mentions of smut, fluff, angst

chapter warnings: post-breakup sadness, very very brief smut (like, two sentences), alcohol

words: 4.7k

a/n: PHEW! my god, sorry this is so freaking late, but here!! the last chapter!!! i just wanna say thanks SO MUCH for all the support on this lil series, i really really appreciate it, truly. and while this is the last proper chapter, i've got a lil spinoff thing & MAYBE an epilogue lined up, sooo keep an eye out for those ;)

The world sort of starts to drag after the break up.

Your mother lets you take the next day off school, and you spend the weekend in bed, watching old animated movies from when you were younger and crying probably a little too much over the sad parts in the films. By Monday, your mother is practically pushing you out the door, enforcing her belief that the best way to handle sadness is by wallowing and then persevering, and according to her, you’d done enough wallowing to last at least a month. You knew that if you really pushed, she’d let you stay home for as long as you wanted, but you missed Carol and your eyes were starting to hurt from staring at a screen for so long, so school seemed like the best option.

Carol, thankfully, doesn’t give you an ounce of pity. You can tell she’s worried, but she doesn’t suffocate you with it - she bumps into your shoulder and grins from ear to ear when she finds you in the hallway, telling you she was worried your days as an active member of society were over.

You’d rolled your eyes, smiling your first genuine smile in days.

Until, of course, you looked to the side and saw her. She was talking with Steve and Nat, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed over her chest, and your heart dropped when she looked in your direction and caught you looking. She blinked, straightened up, lips parting, and god, it had looked like she was going to walk over.

You’d torn your eyes away, looped your arm through Carol’s and pulled so hard it was probably a miracle her arm didn’t come out of the socket. She’d started to protest, but it must’ve clicked pretty fast, because she fell silent and simply let you lead her away.

So, that’s how it’s been for almost three weeks - you avoiding Wanda Maximoff at every cost, slipping out of shared classes before she could make an effort to talk to you, ignoring the feeling of her eyes on you in the cafeteria as you picked mindlessly at your food, willing yourself not to look over. You and Carol didn’t talk about it past a I’m here if you wanna talk about it, you know that, right? Instead, you talked about how she finally grew a pair and asked Natasha to prom, that Natasha had said yes, and that Carol wasn’t sure if Nat wanted to match outfits or if that was too much. Val was tagging along with Thor and Loki, and the three were in the midst of conspiring a way to sneak any sort of alcohol into prom. So, talks of Carol and Natasha, of Val trying to enlist the two of you into joining her criminal activities and you having to convince Carol it was not a good idea, but no talk of Wanda.

Oh, except for the fact that her and Jarvis broke up.

Apparently, she’d been the one to pull the pin, at least that’s what Carol heard from Natasha. Despite your curiosity, you decide you don’t want to know more. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything, not really.

Only that Wanda was going to college in New York, instead of going to England.

But it doesn’t matter.

You don’t care.

It doesn’t change anything.

You’re so bummed about everything Wanda that when you get the acceptance letter from MIT, you barely have it in you to celebrate. It lifts your spirits, sure, and you smile when Carol and your mother both wrap you in bone-crushing hugs, but the second you get the urge to pull out your phone and tell Wanda, the good mood pretty much dies.

It doesn’t help that, when Tony approaches you at school as you’re packing up your locker in the locker room to quietly ask your result - he hugs you when you tell him, too, swears with a scout’s honour that he had nothing to do with it - you catch Wanda watching where she’s standing with Sam and Nat, and she looks away quickly when she realises she’s been spotted. She blushes, fingers curling into her bicep where she’s gripping her arm, and the deja vu is almost nauseating.

On top of everything, you’ve decided you don’t want to go to prom. Despite Carol’s insistence that it’s okay to join her and Nat, that Natasha wants you to join them instead of staying home, you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s been difficult enough avoiding Wanda at school, so avoiding her while being stuck in the same gymnasium as her for a minimum of three hours? Impossible. You weren’t willing to run that risk.

Which is how, on prom night, you find yourself cross-legged on the couch with pizza, watching Pitch Perfect. You’ve made peace with it, even if Carol has spent the last four hours saying you should come. She gave up about half an hour ago, and on any other night, the radio silence would be concerning. But you’ve convinced yourself it’s fine.

Until there’s a knock at the door at the same time you get a text from her that simply reads:

Open the door or so help me

You groan, loudly, leaning your head back and hope she’ll give up.

You should know better, truly.

The knocking becomes insistent, and Carol starts shouting. You’re scrambling off the couch in a heartbeat - she’s done this before, and that ended in a complaint from your grouchy neighbours to the right. You whip the door open so forcefully it’s a surprise it doesn’t come straight off the hinges.

“Carol, I swear to God–” She slips past you and into the house, and you falter a little when you notice Natasha behind her, a suit jacket and pants on a coat hanger in her hold. The redhead smiles, and you open the door wider and step aside to let her in. “Carol, what–”

“You know that black button down you’ve got? Do you know where it is?” She’s already halfway up the stairs.

You sigh. “Dude, I’m not–”

“Yes, you are,” she calls down. “There’s no way you’re missing prom ‘cause there’s a chance you might run into your ex–”

“Carol!” you snap, because Natasha’s right there.

Nat chuckles. “Relax, Y/N. I know about you and Wanda.”

You whip your head around to face her, and she raises her eyebrows teasingly. “Danvers!” you start again, infuriated by the notion that she told Natasha, Wanda’s best friend, about your very secret relationship.

“Carol didn’t tell me,” Nat eases, putting a hand on your back. “I’ve known for a while. We both sort of figured it out together. You two weren’t as subtle as you think you were.”

You flush, averting your eyes. “Does, um, everyone know?”

Natasha nods. “Yeah, sort of,” she says. “When she broke up with Jarvis, she said there was someone, but didn’t specify, but pretty much everyone has their guesses.”

You nod, clearing your throat. “Great.”

“But, I mean, that wasn’t the reason she gave him,” she clarifies. “Said it was ‘cause it’s not what she wanted. Out of life, I mean. She only mentioned someone when he pushed.”

You relax a little, glad that it wasn’t a choice she made just because of you. Your relief must show on your face, because Nat’s face softens. A small grin pulls at her lips, but before she can say anything, Carol is back. She practically shoves the clothes into your arms, ignoring your displeased expression. “Okay. Put that on. We’re late.”

“Carol, I…”

“Please,” Carol says. “You’re my best friend. I don’t wanna go without you.” You sigh a little, shaking your head. “You don’t even have to stay long. Alright? Just show up, find out if Thor managed to sneak the drinks in. You’ll regret it if you don't.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” you mutter sarcastically, and Carol clicks her tongue.

“Chop chop, we’re on the clock, bucko.” You roll your eyes, but can’t fight your grin when you catch the blonde’s eyes. She grins back at you, waggling her eyebrows before she pushes gently. “Now.”

-

As you’re stepping into the gymnasium with Natasha’s grip on your hand like a vice, you think you might be able to handle this.

But then you do a quick scan of the crowd and you find Wanda looking right back at you. She looks fucking gorgeous; the dark red dress she’s wearing fits her like a glove, the neckline dipping dangerously low, her hair cascading down her back. Your feet freeze, and you watch Pietro notice you too before he leans in to whisper something in Wanda’s ear. She blinks, glancing briefly at her brother, who nods, before she looks back at you and takes a step forward.

“I can’t do this,” you mutter.

You manage to catch Natasha by surprise and pull your hand out of hers, and you hear Carol calling for you as you spin and start to make your way back towards the entrance. You don’t look back, and eventually Carol’s voice stops and another starts.

“Y/N!” You refuse to look back at her, shaking your head sharply as you slip through the crowd, ignoring the annoyed murmurs as the students part to let you through. “Y/N, wait.”

“No.”

“Y/N. Can you please just listen—” A hand catches your wrist just as you’ve stepped out the door, jolting you to a stop at the bottom of the steps.

You shake your head even as you turn to look up at her, pulling your hand out of her grip. “I’m not doing this, Wanda.”

Her jaw clenches in frustration, and you have to blink back the sudden onslaught of tears as you turn around again, all too aware of the eyes that are quickly tuning into the confrontation. You swallow thickly, turning on your heel, avoiding eye contact with anyone and ignoring Wanda’s stammering.

Until, “I love you!”

You go still as a few small gasps are heard, and you whirl around to face her. She lets out a heavy breath, her fingers curling and uncurling into fists and you watch the reality of the situation dawn on her. You can see from here the tears that form in her eyes.

“That’s - that’s not funny, Wanda.”

She shakes her head, your voice seemingly snapping her out of her thoughts as she takes four long strides to reach you, her hands catching the lapels of your suit jacket before you can step away from her.

“Wanda—”

“I love you,” she says again. Your heart is pounding so hard it hurts. Her gaze drops to your mouth for a few seconds before she finds your eyes again, and she’s frantic. “I know I messed up, but I want to be with you, because I love you, and I think… I think you love me, too.”

I do, you want to say. Of course I do.

Wanda swallows hard at your silence. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. Not immediately. But I want… I want to fix this. Fix us. I just - I just…” A beat, her fingers squeezing in your jacket. “Kiss me?”

The request is soft, shy, hopeful. Her hands shift, sliding up to cup your jaw. You swallow thickly, studying her face carefully before your gaze shifts, darting to the handful of people who are trying their best to pretend they aren’t watching. Her fingers press into your jaw, a silent urge for you to look back at her.

You do as much, heart still beating uncomfortably inside your chest. “Are you sure?”

She nods, eyes dropping to your lips. “Please.”

“There…” You take a breath, drop your voice to a whisper. “People are watching.”

Wanda gives you a thin smile, nods softly. “I know,” she murmurs. “I don’t care if they see. Not even a little.”

It’s all you need to hear. You grab her waist and pull her closer as your lips find hers in a kiss that’s hard and desperate, and you can taste the salt from her tears and absolutely nothing else matters. With her lips on yours, that puzzle piece that was missing in the last few weeks clicks right back into place. How something, someone, can feel so right is terrifying and exhilarating and you love her. She pulls away to breathe, her hands dropping to grip your jacket again.

“I love you,” she whispers it this time, eyes on yours. “I’m in love with you.”

“What - what about your parents?”

Wanda smiles, eyes watery. “I told my mother,” she says. “She - she said she’d make my father come around. Things will be different now. I won’t hide you. I don’t want to hide you. I promise, Y/N.”

You pull in a shaking breath, cupping her face in your hands, thumbs stroking tenderly over her skin as you try to string together a sentence that will properly convey the things you’re feeling right now. When words fail you, you kiss her. She sighs against your lips, her hands coming up to rest against your neck, her thumbs brushing tenderly along your jawline.

“I love you,” you whisper when you break apart for air. Wanda’s breath hitches, and she nudges her nose with yours.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmurs. “We can talk. And then, if you want, just meet up with everyone later.”

“Mine or yours?” you ask softly.

“I don’t care,” she says quietly. “Just wanna be where you are.”

“Okay,” you grin, heart bursting. You kiss her cheek. “Okay, come on.”

Wanda grins back at you, lacing her fingers with yours when you take her hand and start to guide her to the carpark, weaving through the latecomers with giddy smiles on your faces. She doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way home, toying mindlessly with your fingers as you drive. She only lets go of you to get out of the car, and then she grabs your hand again to pull you towards the front door. The second you’ve got your key in the door and have pushed it open, Wanda’s taking your face in her hands and pulling your mouth to hers. You kick the door shut, wrapping your arms around her waist to pull her against you as she kisses you.

The two of you stumble upstairs, and the second you’re in your room, Wanda’s trying to pull off your suit jacket, giggling against your lips as you fall into your bed. She pulls you on top of her, humming against your mouth as her legs wind around your waist as much as the dress she’s wearing allows.

“I love you,” she whispers, over and over, as your kisses trail down her neck and her fingers find their way beneath her skirt. When she gasps, head tipping back, you echo the sentiment against her throat, heart thumping with anticipation.

Sometime later, when you and Wanda have changed into comfy clothes and Wanda is resting her head on your shoulder, toying absently with your fingers, she says, “Y/N?” You hum, twining your fingers together, running your thumb against hers. Wanda swallows hard. “Does… does this mean we’re together?”

You take a breath, heart pounding all of a sudden. “We’re going to college soon,” you whisper, and Wanda nods, and doesn't stop playing with your fingers. “We’d have to do long distance.”

“I know,” she murmurs, and then clears her throat. “It’s… it’s worth it. Y’know? I mean, it’s only an hour’s flight. I can - I can fly up and visit. Or you can come visit me. And we can video call during the semesters. It might get hard, but I… I’d like to try. If… I mean - if that’s what you want.” She pushes up onto an elbow to look down at you, her lips kiss swollen and her hair a mess, and you fall in love all over again. “Is that what you want?”

You smile softly, reaching up to push hair out of her eyes, behind her ear. “I have never, in my life, wanted anything more.”

Wanda’s smile is so bright it’s almost blinding.

When you show up at Tony’s party later that night, hand in hand, your friends practically explode into cheers. It’s completely embarrassing, and you’re sure you’re blushing like crazy, but when Wanda just giggles and squeezes your hand as she hides a little against your shoulder, a content warmth blossoms in your chest.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

-

You’re so nervous, your legs are wobbly. Wanda’s grip on your hand is tight, reassuring as she follows Pietro towards the front door. The twins had insisted it was perfectly fine to stay the night - apparently, Iryna had even encouraged it - but you couldn’t shake the nerves nonetheless. You suppose you felt a little guilty, having lied to Iryna for as long as you did, and the idea of her being angry with you was terrifying, to say the least. You’d even gone as far to avoid her whenever you knew she was puttering around in your home during the week, and now knowing that she’s known of you and Wanda’s relationship since the day you broke up, you really were worried she would be upset with you.

But Wanda had pulled out the doe-eyes-and-pout move, and you hadn’t stood a chance.

Pietro opens the door, announcing, “Mama, we’re home!” as he does, and Wanda presses a quick kiss to your shoulder when you tense up.

You swallow thickly as Iryna comes into view, pausing when Pietro drops a kiss to her cheek as he moves into the kitchen. She’s watching you in a way you can’t decipher, a trait you’ve come to realise that Wanda has inherited, and it makes you want to fidget under her gaze. Wanda squeezes your hand gently before letting go and stepping away, and your fingers twitch with the urge to reach for her again.

But Iryna steps forward, coming to a stop in front of you and reaching up to cup your face, and for a second you think she might kill you. You swallow hard, intimidated by her silence, but then, a tiny, almost mischievous smile pulls at her lips.

“You’ll be good to my daughter, yes?”

Your breath leaves you in a relieved huff, and you nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile becomes a full, warm one, and she gently pinches your cheek before dropping her hands to your shoulders. “You’re a good girl, Y/N,” she says. “You have my blessing.”

You couldn’t not smile even if your life depended on it. Your cheeks flush, and Iryna’s smile widens as she steps away, shooting Wanda a quick wink on her way back towards the kitchen. Your eyes find Wanda, who bites into her lip to try and hide her smile until her mother is out of sight, and she all but leaps into your arms. You grab her with a small laugh, squeezing her tight and setting her down. Her arms wind around your neck as she beams up at you, and she leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“See?” she says. “I told you, you had nothing to worry about.”

You hum thoughtfully, gently squeezing her waist and kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek. “Maybe I should listen to you more often,” you mumble.

Wanda hums in agreement, turning her face to catch your lips. “Mm, I think you should,” she murmurs against your mouth. You huff a good-natured laugh, kiss her again.

Her hands slide onto your jaw as you lick at her bottom lip, and she sighs quietly when you deepen the kiss, pulling her flush against you.

“Okay, that’s disgusting.”

You pull away to find Pietro, who, despite his words, is grinning at the two of you. Still, you take a step back, wiping at your mouth in an attempt to make sure there’s no remnants of Wanda’s lipstick on your face.

“Pietro, don’t be an ass,” Wanda says sternly, hand finding its home in yours as she twines your fingers. He holds his hands up in surrender and takes a few steps closer.

“I’m not!” he says. “I just think it’s gross watching you make out with your girlfriend in the middle of the house.”

Your cheeks flush at the teasing grin he shoots you, but Wanda just turns her chin up at him. “Fine,” she says, starting to pull you towards the stairs, “I’ll go make out with her in my room.”

“Gross,” he says loudly.

“Pietro, don’t be mean,” Iryna calls from another room.

Halfway up the stairs, Wanda turns around just long enough to stick her tongue out at her brother, and the man scoffs indignantly, throwing his hands up dramatically.

You just can’t stop smiling.

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Watching your friends walk across the stage feels surreal. Walking across it yourself, even more-so.

There’s a moment, as you watch Pietro and then Wanda take their diplomas and shake hands with the principal, where you realise how much everything has changed in the span of a year. A year ago, Wanda was just Wanda Maximoff, the sweet girl with an accent that you caught yourself risking glances at just because she’s that pretty, whose equally-sweet mother made sure your home stayed organised and tidy to compensate for your mother’s demanding job at the hospital.

Now, she’s one of the most important people in your life.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Tony whistles obnoxiously as Wanda takes her diploma, and she looks out over the crowd of graduates and right at you, a chest-achingly beautiful smile on her face, and your heart just about melts.

There’s a slightly awkward moment in the carpark, afterwards, when as you’re standing around with Tony, Carol, Nat, Wanda, Pietro, Steve, Sam and Bucky, Jarvis approaches the group, diploma in hand. He hardly looks at anyone but Wanda as he informs everyone that he’ll be going to the airport that night, back to England, and that he’s glad he had them there to show him the ropes, and that Wanda had been so nice to him, despite the circumstances.

He shakes everyone’s hands, gives you and Carol a terse smile and a sharp nod, and then he’s gone.

There’s a few seconds of silence, and you only relax when Wanda finds your hand and leans up to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tony clears his throat, throws his arms around Steve and Pietro’s shoulders. “Alright. Who’s down to get wasted?”

Hours later, when all of the guests except for your group have stumbled out of Tony’s house at the 1:30AM curfew, you’re sitting on the couch with Carol’s legs thrown over your lap, Wanda’s head on your shoulder and your right hand caught between both of hers. Sam and Bucky are in the throes of a push-up contest, and Carol is counting along to keep track.

Sam loses at 109 push-ups. Half of the guests groan, begrudgingly hand over $5 notes, as Sam rolls onto his back and breathlessly calls Bucky a freak.

Your head is a little fuzzy from the alcohol, and your whole body is warm, and you know then and there how much you’re going to miss this.

The summer goes by in a whirl; there are parties and sleepovers and quiet nights with your mother, and you spend every spare moment you have with Wanda. Your mother and Iryna start going out for brunch every once in a while, and you finally meet Mr Maximoff, who watches you with apprehension but finally softens when he notices just how bright Wanda seems when she’s around you.

When he finally speaks a full sentence to you - just casually, as he’s leaving a room - Pietro smacks you on the back and gives you one of those wink-nod things. You have to lean on your hand to hide your smile.

Carol enlists in the Air Force, a step in the direction of becoming a pilot, and you’re so happy for her that it feels silly.

You’re all too aware of how time is ticking, how you’re going to have to go your separate ways with all your friends, but all that does is make every fleeting moment better, more memorable.

When the time comes, Wanda and Carol come with you to Boston to help you move into your dorm room. Tony has arranged a rental car for them to drive down to New York, because of course he has, and you think you’re handling it all pretty well until you’re meeting Carol at the car.

You sort of just don’t want to let them go.

Wanda is putting on a brave face, kissing your knuckles as Carol loads Wanda’s luggage into the car.

“We’ll call, like, all the time,” Wanda mutters, the way she’s been doing for at least ten minutes, like she’s trying to see reason in everything by audibly reminding herself of it. “And it’ll be so great when we get to see each other during the breaks.”

You huff a laugh, ignoring the warning look that Wanda sends you because the tears in her eyes make it fall short.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you chuckle, cupping her face and leaning in close. Cold fingers wrap around your wrists as you kiss her, slow and steady, trying to burn the curve of her mouth into your brain. You kiss the tip of her nose as you pull back. “Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, and I’m a very ugly crier so I’d rather not.”

Wanda sniffles, giving you an amused look. You smile, pressing another quick kiss to her lips, stroking your thumbs over her cheeks.

You only look away from her when Carol knocks on the roof of the car, and both you and Wanda turn to look at her. “Uh, hello, where’s my goodbye kiss?” You roll your eyes and Wanda giggles. Carol grins, gets into the car, and you look back to Wanda to find her looking at you so softly it makes you blush.

“I love you,” Wanda says quietly.

You don’t even hesitate. “I love you, too.” Her lips quirk and then twist as she drops her eyes, and you can tell she’s trying not to cry. “Hey,” you coo softly, cupping her face in your hands. “I’ll see you during the break, okay?”

Wanda takes a breath, manages to catch your eyes again. “I'm gonna miss you.”

You smile gently, lean in to give her a soft kiss. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” She nudges her nose against yours before she leans back. “Okay. Okay. Quick, before I throw myself at your feet and beg you not to leave me.”

Wanda huffs a laugh, kisses your cheek, and then steps towards the car and opens the door. “So dramatic,” she chides. You smile, stuff your hands into your pockets if only to stop yourself from reaching for her as she slides into the passenger seat. You swallow dryly, leaning down to the window once Wanda has put it down.

You grin when you notice the sunglasses now sitting stop Carol’s nose. “You alright over there, Carol?”

“Peachy,” the blonde replies, voice steady. You huff a laugh, amused by your friend’s antics, before turning your attention back to Wanda.

“I’ll call you once I’m at the dorm,” she says. You nod.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Carol clears her throat. “Alright, Maximoff, no bathroom breaks for at least an hour and a half.”

Wanda grins, mocks a salute. “Aye-aye, aviator.”

Carol rolls her eyes to the heavens. “It doesn’t even make sense,” she mutters for what must be the millionth time this summer.

Once the car has disappeared from view, you take a deep breath, turn around, and start to make your way back to your dorm room. Just as you’re getting inside, your phone dings in your pocket, and you’re smiling the moment you see who it’s from.

You open Wanda’s message, grinning at the photo of Carol trying to hide that she’s crying, Wanda beaming in the corner of the frame, your heart so full it sort of hurts.

i knew she’d miss me

There’s a typing bubble, and then:

Not nearly as much as I do

sap.

For you?? Always

You huff as you drop onto your bed, the mattress bouncing a little with the force, that silly smile still on your face.

You love Wanda Maximoff. Completely and overwhelmingly.

And she loves you right back.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fluff #wanda angst #wanda smut #wanda series #j is writing #mine

[untitled-writer-013]

Beautiful Delusions - Chapter Two

Yandere!President!Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Avenger!Reader x Yandere!Stucky

warning(s): yandere themes (but you already knew that :3), delusional behavior, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative behavior, possible spoilers for the MCU!, the Avengers movie didn’t happen-, google translated Russian (apologies if it’s incorrect), reader is 21+, possible mentions of murder

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(Y/n) enjoyed her usual routine with the Avengers, watching as they all woke up and began getting ready for the day, and she had made sure to do the same. She freshened herself up before throwing on some clothes she could wear under her work uniform. She made her way to the dining room, smiling when she noticed that Peter had woken up earlier that morning. She walked over and ruffled his hair, wishing him a good morning as she spotted her two favorite super soldiers begin to make their way over to her.

“Morning, (Y/n). How’d you sleep?” Steve asked, wanting to make sure she had gotten plenty of sleep as she returned his smile.

“I slept great, how about you guys?” (Y/n) asked, knowing that sometimes Bucky struggled falling asleep due to his nightmares, and she had always been there to comfort him when they got really bad.

“I slept great, nightmares have been getting better.” Bucky stated, a smile gracing his features as (Y/n) smiled as well, feeling his heart skip a few beats. He wondered how much longer both of the super soldiers would have to hide their feelings from her, wanting nothing more than to shower her in his affection.

“That’s good to hear, let me know if you have any more nightmares. Ah, I’ve got to go, bye guys!” (Y/n) stated, waving goodbye to her fellow Avengers as she made her way to the bakery, an excited smile on her face. Though, as she left, the two super soldiers hid small frowns, watching as their beloved came and went, wishing to have more time with her.

(Y/n) made it to the bakery, making sure she had her apron on before she began to greet the customers. She recognized a few regulars, a genuine smile on her face when an old woman had complimented her on her hard work.

“That’s very sweet of you, Mrs. Daniels. Is there anything else I can do for you today?” (Y/n) asked, receiving a gentle ‘no’ from the woman. She began working on the order, taking extra care in making sure that the food and drinks were perfect for one of her favorite customers. Once she finally finished the order, she made sure to hand the woman her receipt before wishing her a good day, making sure the woman didn’t want help with carrying the food as she watched her leave.

(Y/n) made sure to remind herself of Mrs. Daniels as she worked with more rude customers, sighing as it seemed every asshole in New York decided to swing by that day. She wondered what the deal was, especially since it was a bakery of all places. She decided not to let it bother her too much, instead focusing on being able to take her break soon, knowing that one of her co-workers would cover for her.

A new customer had walked in, and (Y/n) silently hoped that he would have better manners than the customers that were currently berating her for getting their order wrong for the third time, but she knew for a fact that they kept changing the order everytime she would finish. She started to feel her patience run thin, clenching her fists tightly as she took a deep breath.

“Excuse me sir, but if you’re done wasting this lady’s time, I’d like to place my order.” The new customer had said, making (Y/n) look over at the man, noticing that he was sending slight glares at the customer, but somehow remained polite while insulting the rude customer.

It seemed that the customer was as shocked as she was, as they seemed to stare at the tall stranger with a look of confusion before glaring at him, muttering curses as they left. The man seemed to turn his attention back to (Y/n), making her clear her throat before offering him a smile.

“I’m so sorry about that sir, it seems like today is just one of those days.” (Y/n) stated, trying to make light of the situation as she asked for the man’s order.

“I’ll have earl grey tea with some milk and sugar, that’ll be all for me.” The man stated, a polite smile on his face as she wrote down the order.

“And what’s the name on the order?” (Y/n) asked, doubting she would forget him, but knew she had to follow protocol.

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson.”

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(Y/n) returned to the Avengers Tower from work, smiling as she let herself relax, especially after having such a busy day. She was thinking about taking a hot shower to help her destress when the elevator opened, her two favorite super soldiers about to walk in when they noticed her.

“(Y/n), you’re back from work.” Steve greeted, a smile on his face as she returned the smile.

“Yep, and I’m about ready to collapse onto my bed.” (Y/n) stated, making Bucky glance over to her, knowing she must’ve had a difficult day.

“Is everything okay? Did someone give you a hard time?” Bucky asked, making (Y/n) chuckle slightly, knowing that was an understatement.

“Seemed like every asshat in New York decided to give me a hard time today. But hey, I knew what I was getting myself into when I moved here. I’ll be okay, I just need to get some rest.” (Y/n) reassured them both as they gently nodded, Steve giving her a gentle pat on the back as he offered to make her one of her favorites, smiling as that seemed to cheer her up. Bucky sighed, reminding himself that she could handle herself before he followed after them, smiling as he said he’ll get her something to drink.

As the trio made their way to the kitchen, the rest of the Avengers that were there greeted (Y/n) as usual, making her smile as she asked everyone how their day had been, letting herself catch up with them as the two men fixed her something. Thor had been telling her about how he had visited his brother to see how the election was going, when (Y/n) paused, looking up at Thor.

“Hey Thor, what was your brother’s name again?” (Y/n) asked, feeling it on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t quite remember it.

“His name’s Loki, that mischievous scoundrel. Once, when we were eight, he had disguised himself as a snake because I love snakes, but once I picked him up he shifted back to himself and stabbed me. Gods, those were the days.” Thor stated, reminiscing his childhood memories with his brother when (Y/n)’s mouth dropped slightly, letting out a laugh as those that were in the room turned to her, wondering what was so funny.

“Well, if his full name is Loki Laufeyson, I think I met your brother today.” (Y/n) stated, chuckling lightly as Thor looked flabbergasted, asking her what he had been doing at a bakery while Steve and Bucky shared a look, not liking that the two had interacted without them knowing. They wondered how they would handle the situation, but did their best to remind themselves that they had just met, he wasn’t a threat to their relationship with (Y/n). And they wouldn’t let him become one, they wouldn’t let their darling be swept away by a snake.

~fin~

author’s note: hello my lovely readers! i know i’ve been away for a hot minute, but it was because i wanted to finish writing this chapter! i just couldn’t leave you all hanging, so here’s chapter two! now that this chapter has been posted, i should start posting more regularly, until i work on chapter three! hope you all enjoyed this chapter <3

#original writing #taking requests #beautiful delusions #yandere marvel #yandere marvel x reader #yandere series #original series #yandere bucky barnes #yandere stucky #yandere bucky x reader x yandere steve #yandere president loki #yandere president loki x reader #president loki x reader #president loki

[lokittystuckinatree]

Hi. I’m a bisexual and genderfluid (currently only MCU, but hoping to expand) Loki fan that makes content for Genderfluid MCU Loki cause the series writers are queer baiting double crossing cowards. I am also a diehard yet careful Sylki shipper who genuinely feels like a traitor for shipping Sylki at times. I often think I should abandon ship, but the ship has been a bright spot through some of the worst trauma of my life and personally resonates with me so deeply I do not believe I will be able to fully sever myself from it. Sylki is my otp. My conscience is fighting my heart, and has been for a while now.

A. I understand that while the romance is a brilliantly executed metaphor for healthy self love based in Loki’s own struggles with self loathing and self obsession, (and Sylvie’s to an extent,) between two characters who intentionally click and contrast very well, the romance as presented in canon has offensive elements such as contradicting Loki’s genderfluidity by making Sylvie the token woman variant, giving Sylvie AoA Loki’s broken horn, and not explicitly refuting the idea Loki, a presumably amab genderfluid person, would love Sylvie, their “female self,” based off narcissism and ‘autogynephilia,’ instead of sharing a soul, mutual understanding and similar trauma…as most Sylkis understand to be the case.

B. I acknowledge that these problematic tropes should never be ignored and must be changed, though they won’t be in canon. This infuriates me. I often ponder if even interacting with canon Sylki in a positive way betrays my other genderfluid peers who have genuine criticism with the series and the ship, but I have come to the conclusion the way I uniquely enjoy the ship is not harmful. I am willing to change my conclusion if necessary, and I have been trying to open up the conversation over the harmful parts of the show with other sylkis. So far, they have been very receptive and truly well meaning.

C. If you want something done right… do it yourself. So I took the mistakes the writers made and I fixed them my fucking self in fanon by showcasing MCU Loki’s genderfluidity in a respectful way, demanding headcanoning (amab?) androgynous girlflux she/they Sylvie, and writing the Sylki relationship as based in understanding and admiration of each other as individuals, not shallow love for themselves. Anything that gets added to insult next season will also be changed by me, if possible. To me, Sylvie Laufeydottir is a perfectly tailored and suited love interest for MCU Loki and a clever way of adapting Sylvie Lushton to the MCU (with the addition of more Loki traits as she is a Loki variant). Thus it is my personal belief she is too interesting of a character to scrap.

C. I am planning to raise hell when if the writers pull anymore transphobic bullshit next season… down to boycotting Marvel or going on strike or even leaving the ship if it gets bad enough. The last option would…break me. I have very little light in my life left, due to personal trauma I do not feel comfortable sharing, and Sylki and it’s community have genuinely been one of my last few comforts. If I truly I must jump ship for the good of others, I will try my hardest to brave the lonely sea.

D. I do not condone the mess we were given, I do not perpetuate it, and I am not responsible for the harm it causes. I am condemning the same problematic writing choices, and petitioning to change the same uncomfortable elements that Sylki antis do, just via a different approach. Instead of throwing the existing romance away, I fix what we were given, preserving the parts I liked and rejecting what was offensive. I am not anti Sylki altogether, and I am not pro Sylki altogether. I am a genuine critical thinker. My blog is Sylki as it should have been, not how it was.

💚

#Loki and Sylvie #Loki series #genderfluid Loki #sylki #pls be kind if you do reply #and cis ppl pls just listen

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Him (One-Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: a little bit of out-of-the-blue crying like you do

Word Count: I went through something like this multiple times and whenever I would find myself crying I would scooch over and hug my grandma. She was my safe space. Sometimes I miss her so much my heart starts to ache.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The feeling in your chest is unsettling. Not the kind that sends you into a short-breathed panic. But the one where the uneasiness floats over the chest, slowly building up, making you wonder why the water is getting closer to your ears until eventually, your heart is gasping for muted sobs of air. 

This feeling is coming out of nowhere. You are sitting on a bench overlooking the lake. No sounds around you. Just the visage of the sun settling for its well-earned sleep. But you? You are feeling hot tears on your cheeks, rolling out of nowhere. Your brain is trying to figure out the cause, but the sound of numbness coming from your heart is drowning all the thoughts.  You wipe your cheeks, but they come out again; a never-ending waterfall. Someone is coming your way. Is it a stranger? Or a friend? You are unable to make out their face through the blur. But their voice is soothing. "What's wrong?" There is concern lighting up the air around you. It is a beautiful feminine voice; mother-like. The weight of consideration plucks at the dam made of twigs inside you, bringing forth more tears. "Hey, hey...it's okay." You shake your head, your sobs growing a little. The weight over your heart seems to have increased. And your wet vision is looking around for something you have no clue about. "What happened?" You try to communicate through your sobs but no coherent words come out. Even you cannot understand what exactly it is you are trying to tell her. "Y/N-" she calls out your name soothingly- "is something bothering you?" You feel your lungs take in one big gasp of air. "He's not here. I cannot find him," you finally breathe out, blubbering through the weight. "Who's not here, dear?" Her concern is genuine, whoever she is. You are still looking around the lake, the bench, and that tree next to you. "I can't find him," your voice breaks repeatedly as your heart races. "You can't find him here?" The delicate whisper from your well-wisher is nearer to you now, like a warm scarf wrapping around you in the midst of winter noon.  "No," you whimper and hiccup. "Then how about we wake up and try to find him?" she whispers with the rhythm of a lullaby. And you listen. With a slight jerk, you wake up; not fully but enough to remember where you fell asleep. Fresh tears are falling on the bedsheet under you. Your heart is still feeling the ache, but the weight seems to have been left back in the dream. And then you smell it. The familiar redolence that immediately calms down all your worked-up, sleepless nerves. Through your blurry eyes, you see a figure; a familiar, larger shape, lying next to you. Without another thought, you scooch your body over, shifting and adjusting till your swollen face is buried deep in that figure's chest and your body is taking in the warmth of the warm duvet someone has carefully placed at the edge of the sofa to warm up your feet. Your nerves have calmed down now. Your tired eyes are heavy again with slumber. The rhythm of your breaths is getting lighter. You feel safe. The figure carefully shifts their arm, bringing the duvet up to your chest, tucking you in even in their sleep, making sure there is no escape for the heat that has put you to sleep. And then the arm draws you closer to their chest, securing you and gently patting you on your back till they themselves have been lulled to sleep.  ... It is torture. Watching you sleep.  And it's not the fact that you sleep like a baby- that in itself is a beautiful thing to witness. But right now, you sleep in Loki's arms. Tony stands there at the edge of the sofa that has been laid out into a bed, watching the two of you cuddle as if your life depends on it. The father in him wants to kick the God through the roof for even breathing in your direction. But the father who is still a little kid inside him just knows how secure that hug must feel right now. With one tired sigh that does not seem to come to an end, he turns to Wanda. The witch sits at the other end on the kitchenette stool, discreetly wiping her tears off.  "Just tell me when it's over," Stark announces softly before leaving the room. Wanda passes a gentle smile in your direction before realising she has company on the other side of the counter. Scott is sitting, his head in his palms, looking at the two of you with dreamy eyes. "God, I wish I could bury myself in tiddies like that."

#loki fic #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki smut #marvel #marvel fluff #marvel smut #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu fluff #mcu smut #It's The Avengers

[bookshelf-dust]

Okay, so this is probably a horrible idea, but I can't seem to stomach the thought of suppressing these feelings anymore.

I'm kind of in love with you. Actually, not kind of. I am in love with you. Maybe this is a bit strange, given the fact that we've never met personally, but idk man, I just think the world of you. The way you interact with your mutuals, your incredible talent and ability to transport your readers into your stories, your adorable reactions to people showing their support and their love...

The fact that you thread pieces of yourself into your writing, the way you get giddy when you reblog pictures and gifs of bats, and the way you love your close friends...

Every time you post something that portrays how you view yourself, it breaks my heart, because I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I wish you could see the way your mutuals see you. And it doesn't matter if I'veneverseenyou, because when I picture you, I picture your eyes shining and a genuine laugh leaving your lips. I picture the sun casting spots over your face and bringing out the color of your hair. I picture myself reaching out and holding your hand on the bad days, or if you don't want to be touched, I picture us sitting together somewhere quiet and private, and safe, where we can just be. Somewhere you don't feel any pressure, where you can just relax and catch your breath from holding the weight of your mind.

Didn't mean to get all poetic, but I just wanted you to know how brave I think you are and how much you're admired. Keep your head up, sweet pea, I promise you it will get better. 🫶🏻

a love confession? for moi? this is like, mr. darcy level romantic. but are you sure? no ones ever said something like this to me and i’m so touched?? it’s kind of hard for me to even fathom the idea that someone could feel this way about me. let me tell you though, i am blushing and i am immensely flattered.

the fact that you think the world of me, (LoKi i ThOuGhT tHE wOrLd oF yOu) and that you admire all of those little things?? that is so fucking sweet.

i wish i could see myself that way too. your version of me if a lot nicer than the version in my head, or the version i have to look at every day. what’s sad is that i believe all of those negative things about myself, and hearing you describe me like that is kind of eye-opening. i’m so flattered you got all poetic with me. in fact, i love that you did that. it was really kind. i wish i could think it’d be better, too.

thank you for being so sweet to me ♥️♥️

#i’ve loved you ever since i’ve known you jo #but there’s always drums and bass… #sorry just thinking of great love confessions now #fuck me man that was breathtaking #i love you #bookshelf-dust

[norizzsainz]

🌶️ NFY : MCDONALD'S FOR P

[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ] [ wc ] 0.9k words

[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life — even if it meant breaking up with him.

[ loki's lines ] this was so much better in my head, contemplating if it should've just stayed there

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max would've burst into laughter on any other day when he saw the way you had arrived at his doorstep.

you wore a hoodie; the strings tightly tied until only your eyes could be seen.

he offered a small smile as your eyes met; brows raised when you lifted a bag to his face.

“mcdonald's for p,” you mumbled. “got you and kelly some food, too.”

max tried not to let his smile fall as he heard your voice, the hoarse tone letting him know you had a really bad cry session — or even multiple of them.

“come on in,” he stated, nodding you inside as he stepped aside after taking the bags from you. “thanks for the food. p will love you forever.”

you only let out a tired chuckle at his words, not adding anything more. max frowned at your lack of response, realizing something was really wrong with you.

you loved p more than anything, and the fact you didn’t say much about max’s words were enough of an indicator as to how bad the situation was.

“aw, babes.” kelly walked towards you with a frown. “what are you trying to do? suffocate yourself?”

“honestly, right now, i'd love that,” you commented with a sigh, wincing as kelly untied the hoodie. “thanks, kels.”

the frown on kelly's face didn't fade; her brows furrowed as she sat you down on the sofa. she observed you well, her gaze softening as she met your bloodshot eyes.

“this isn't like you, y/n. what's wrong?”

max's heart shattered as he watched the way your face scrunched, trying to hold back the inevitable tears that made their way down your face.

you covered your face with your hands, crying harder when kelly pulled you into her embrace, trying to offer any sort of comfort.

“y/n ...” max stood next to you, patting your hair gently as his girlfriend rubbed your back. “tell us what's wrong so we can help.”

“h-he said we had t-to break up.” max frowned, exchanging glances with kelly as you hiccupped over your words.

“carlos? was it his idea to break up?” kelly inquired, confused.

you pulled away from the hug, meeting her gaze. “not carlos.” you shook your head, wiping away your tears with your sleeve.

max tilted his head. “who was it, then?” he asked, waiting for your response.

“his dad. he said we had to break up.”

the couple’s eyes widened, never having guessed your ex-boyfriend’s father would’ve intervened in the relationship and forced you to break up with him.

“what? why the fuck would he do that?”

max sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa you sat on, fisting his hands by his side as he looked at you. 

the man’s frown never faded, staring at you. “why did he tell you to break up with carlos?” he asked, teeth gritted to control his anger.

“he said i was messing up carlos’ focus,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “told me to break up with him if i genuinely care about his career.”

“so, you broke up with him?!” max raised his voice, flabbergasted by your words. “what the fuck, y/n? why would you do something like that?”

“because i love him, max.” the couple’s hearts shattered as they heard the crack in your voice. “i broke up because i love him.”

“you can’t be serious, y/n.”

“i hate this more than anything, but i’ll have to deal with it. i know how hard carlos has worked to come this far, and i can’t just sit still, knowing i’m the reason he’s fucking up his dream.”

max frowned, shaking his head. “just because he fucks up his races doesn’t mean you are the reason for it, y/n,” he stated, trying to make you understand.

“i am, max. i know that very well.”

“come on, you know–”

“five times, max,” you countered, looking at him. “five times, carlos purposefully did not qualify for the races because he wanted to be there for me,” you confessed.

you watched the way kelly’s face dropped, while max’s expressions remained stoic.

he had noticed too. he knew.

you saw him take a deep breath, biting his lip as he contemplated what to say.

“so, do you think his performance will become better now that you’ve broken up?” max inquired, raising his brows. “because if he doesn't, then this would all be in vain, no?”

“this is what his dad asked for, and i–”

max shrugged. “you are just fulfilling his wishes, obviously. this ‘fucking up his focus’ was just a sad excuse,” he said.

“his dad never liked you, babes,” kelly spoke, patting your back gently. “don't you think this entire thing was just some excuse to get you guys to break up?”

you buried your face in your hands, trying to control your breathing as you sat back on the sofa. everything was overwhelming you right now, and it was sending your brain into overdrive.

these were the moments when carlos would be there for you; listening to your thoughts and sorting them out for you.

but, he wasn't going to be there for you anymore. you had to deal with this on your own.

“whether it's an excuse or not,” you stated, looking at your friends through your teary eyes. “we've broken up now.”

“and that's–”

“and that's that.” you were stern with your words. “i'm tired of all this. i just want some peace and quiet, okay? just wanna forget about this all and go back to living life as i normally do.”

kelly nodded supportively. “if that's what you want, that's what we'll do,” she said, pulling you into her embrace.

“we got your back, y/n,” max added, wrapping his arms around you two. “forever and always.”

you smiled into the hug, utterly failing to keep the tears from falling down.

“thank you for being there for me, guys. i love you both so fucking much.”

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[earlgreydream]

doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles. 

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips. 

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude. 

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish. 

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed. 

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess. 

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better. 

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave. 

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved. 

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset. 

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest. 

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him. 

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine. 

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation. 

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain. 

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie. 

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes. 

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you. 

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height. 

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”

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[randominagines]

can I request for the avengers and how they comfort you after someone breaks your heart (while they secretly are in love with you)

This is a great idea! Thanks for asking, hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: Avengers X neutral reader

Warning: angst, fluff

Gifs belong to their creators.

Part 2 here (Vision, Sam, Pietro, Peter, Bucky and Loki)

AVENGERS COMFORTING YOU AFTER SOMEONE BREAKS YOUR HEART (WHILE SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH YOU):

TONY

Tony is pissed off: he hates seeing you heartbroken. He can't even imagine why someone would treat you bad. You're his secretary and he has been having feelings for you since years and he wants to see you happy. "Y/n, have you read those papers I left for you?" He casually asks and you gasp. "Mr. Stark, I'm mortified, I..." You try to explain but he interrupts you. "Is something going on, you look like you're on another planet lately." He asks you, his genuine concern showing in his expression. You take a breath and explain that you recently broke up with your boyfriend. "For as much as he denied, I'm kinda sure he's been cheating on me for months." You explain while looking at him, your eyes watery and your arms crossed over your chest. He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. "He's an asshole," he says, his voice filled with rage. You shrug without saying a word, so he caress your arm. "Hey, he doesn't deserve you, he will understand what he has lost and he will regret it." He says and you nod, your lips curving into a tiny smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I shouldn't been bothering you with my personal life." You apologize but he shakes his head. "Don't be sorry, you can talk to me, y/n. And please, call me Tony. How many times, I feel so old. If you don't want to call me Tony, call me Ironman at least, or my hero." He jokes and you smile, a tiny but precious smile that makes Tony happy. You realize that he's the only person always able to make you feel instantly better.

STEVE

Steve is so sorry. He's one of your closest friends and he knows you so well. He understood that something was off as soon as you picked up his call. He rushes to your home and knocks at your door. "I came as soon as I could. What happened?" He asks you. You explain that the boy you were dating in the last three months just told you that he found someone else. Steve is shocked: he is in love with you and can't believe that someone who actually had the chance to have you just regretted you. He wraps his arms around you. "I'm sorry, little one, he just made the biggest mistake ever." He whispers while placing a kiss on your forehead. You feel safe in his arms allowed to be fragile, so you just enjoy his comforting company while staring to feel a bit better. You spend the evening talking to him, listening to 1945 music he tells you about his day and you start to realize that you needed to be with him in such a delicate moment.

THOR

Thor is mad, he wants to kill the bastard. Thor knows you since you were kids, you're one of his close fighters and he immediately realises that something is bothering you. "Y/n, you keep losing your focus, what's wrong?" He asks you while you try to train with him. You shake your head. "He broke up with me." You spit it out and Thor widens his eyes. "What? When..." He whispers and you shrug while rotating your sword. "Yesterday, he said that he got bored of me." You say, not a single emotion in your voice. Thor knows you and he knows that your way to cope with your pain is pretending that it isn't there. He walks to you and caress your cheek. "Are you okay?" He asks and you shrug, his touch comforting you. "I will be." You say and he tilts his head. "Do you want me to fry him with a lightning?" He asks and you shake your head and chuckle, he smiles while staring at you, your laugh melting his heart. "I love seeing you smile." He says and you slightly blush, forgetting that you're in pain for a moment while you suddenly can't stop smiling.

NATASHA

Natasha doesn't know what's wrong with people. I mean, you're literally perfection to her and she would never let you go. She notices every single detail about you, so she immediately realizes they you're not still wearing the ring your girlfriend gave to you. "Y/n are you okay lately? You seem a bit..." She tries to say and you chuckle. "Is it that evident?" You ask while looking at yourself in the mirror. She shakes her head. "It's just, I know you and I worry about you, that's all." She says and you nod while smiling at her. "I recently broke up with my girlfriend." You confess and Natasha tilts her head. "I'm sorry... I didn't know." She says and you shake your head. "Don't be sorry, it was about time. She kept bringing me down and making me feel useless. I couldn't bear that anymore, I don't think I deserved to be treated like that." You explain, your eyes getting watery. Natasha shakes her head and walk to you. "You deserve nothing but good things, you're an exceptional person, and I mean it, y/n." She reassures you, mixed feelings exploding inside of her: a part of her is super mad, she doesn't like the idea of someone hurting you. On the other hand, she's proud of you and happy because she feels like she can finally have a chance with you. You smile and look at her. "Thank you, Nat." You say and she smiles back, her eyes filled with affection.

WANDA

Wanda is so in love with you. She never managed to tell you and you ended up with someone else. She spent years regretting her shyness but decided to keep being your best friend to be next to you. One day, you rush into her house, a bag full of your clothes in your hand. "I can't believe it!" You say and throw the bag on the floor while she gasps and her eyes travel from the bag to you. "Hey, what happened?" She immediately realizes that something is wrong. "She cheated on me! I found her sleeping with another person!" You explain while walking around the room, your rage palpable. Wanda widens her eyes and looks at you, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of you so broken. "Y/n, I'm so sorry..." She says while hugging you, her arms wrapping around you. You let her comfort you while calming a little bit. "She didn't even try to keep me there... I didn't know where to go, I'm sorry..." You whisper and she shakes her head. "Hey, you can stay here as long as you want. She just lost the best person ever." She says while looking at you in your eyes, her voice soft. You nod, a tiny smile on your lips while you realize how lucky you are to have Wanda in your life.

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[sserpente]

A/N: Heyho there my lovelies! I’m finally back! I missed posting so much! This Imagine is based on a TikTok I found and what can I say? It inspired me! After this, next up, will be the 20k Special! Enjoy everyone!

Words: 3205 Warnings: colour-blindness

“What if I never find him?” You murmured, glancing at the fruit bowl with a saddened expression. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. To you, they were all different shades of grey. Dull and boring, like you had been sucked into a 30s black-and-white film. Only you didn’t get a cheesy romance out of it.

You had been born with what doctors today would call a ‘remarkably rare, complicated and fascinating condition’, for you had lost all of your colour vision at the age of twelve. You still remembered what the world had looked like before—bright, rich, intense—then someone flicked a switch overnight and all you could still see was grey, grey, grey and greyer. The colours would only ever come back to you once you found the love of your life—your soulmate.

A sigh escaped your lips. Only a few people still existed with this… defect and to make things worse, you had had no idea you were one of them. Not until your twelfth birthday. Society admired and pitied you all the same and yet, being a hopeless romantic, at the end of the day, you longed to finally fall in love.

Tony chuckled. “Heads up. You’re too young to worry about settling down anyway.” He responded cheerfully and pointed at you with a screwdriver in hand. He had been trying to fix the dishwasher for a solid twenty minutes now and for a man who had built himself a pretty much indestructible suit that could fly, it was utterly amusing he couldn’t figure out why it had stopped working.

You were not an Avenger, mind you. The sole reason you were, as of right now, in the Avengers’ kitchen munching on grey chocolate chips was that your best friend, who in turn was friends with Clint’s wife, had managed to flood your shared flat over the weekend. It was utterly inhabitable now and it would take quite a while for the landlord to get it all dried up again—and since insurance would not cover the cost for staying in a hotel, for the time being, Clint’s wife had suggested you’d stay with them—right until Tony Stark had shown up and you had graciously offered you’d come hang out at the Avengers Tower. Okay, technically you had begged him but either way and needless to say, you had jumped at the opportunity and somehow even hoped that you would learn some dirty superhero secrets—but so far, nothing. Nothing but what superheroes did when they were not out and about saving the world. Truth be told, seeing Thor in Hello Kitty pyjamas and witnessing Natasha Romanoff of all people scream watching an Asian horror film had its perks but you had somehow expected for them to be called in for an urgent mission where they required a skill only you had and then they would rely on your help and you would fight and become an Avenger and… your fanfiction had always sounded too good to be true.

“Are you still there? How is that fruit bowl so interesting?” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you blinked.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that…”

“Tony?” It was Bruce who interrupted you two, peeking his head into the kitchen almost timidly. You waved at him and he nodded, yet he failed to reciprocate your smile. Uh-Oh.

“Did something happen?”

The scientist nodded. “You might wanna put on your suit.”

“What happened?”

Bruce pursed his lips. “We’ve located Loki.”

-

Your eyes were still widened by the time you rushed after Tony even after he had told you explicitly (three times, to be exact) to stay put and hide until he had been put in custody.

The Loki. God of Mischief, Thor’s brother, Frost Giant, the I-tried-to-take-over-the-planet-guy. It was exciting, somehow, meeting a villain and oh, would it fuel you for your fan fiction. You almost bumped straight into Thor when they all came to a halt all of a sudden, his body a wall of flesh and muscle and making you grunt in pain—you might as well have hit a brick wall. With his hammer in hand, he ensured no one would approach his dangerous brother closely enough for him to try anything funky.

But the fact that Loki was even more handsome in person and the first villain you ever saw in person when he turned around the corner with a proud and arrogant expression on his face despite his shackles, was not what startled you to the core.

All of a sudden, there were colours. Everywhere.

Your lips parted, the impact of all the pigmentation around you making you dizzy. Loki’s armour was black, his cape was green, his eyes were blue, and his hair reminded you of the plumage of a raven. And your surroundings... The compound was silver now, the sceptre they had taken from him golden. Nauseous, you held on to Thor’s muscly arm for support. The God of Thunder frowned in concern. His eyes were blue too, his hair blonde, his cape red… too… many… colours. You suppressed a gag, overwhelmed by the sudden return of your colour vision.

“Are you okay?” Thor asked.

“G-guys… I can see colours.”

Every single head in the room, including Loki’s, turned in your direction so fast you flinched. Tony’s face was the first to fall in response.

“You are joking, right?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Your eyes locked with Loki’s, electricity rippling through you when they did. His blue irises froze you from the inside out, like each and every one of your limbs failed to resist the magnetic pull you felt towards him, and your cells longed for you to throw yourself into his arms—despite the fact he was handcuffed... and for a good reason too. Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to look away.

Loki was your soulmate. That was impossible; and quite frankly, the god in question appeared to be thinking the exact same thing.

You chewed on your lower lip, anything to distract yourself from your predicament all the while everyone was still staring at you like you had grown two more heads.

“Take him to the cells, I’ll stay with her.” Clint’s hand on your shoulder did little to console you. Part of you still barely resisted the urge to start at Loki like a succubus, the other… the other was terrified and meant to hide in the archer’s embrace.

You could feel Loki’s blue gaze still resting on you when he led you away from the scene, staring daggers into your back and rendering you speechless until you were finally out of sight and Clint shook your shoulder gently.

“Are you sure it’s not one of the security guards that helped bring him in?”

“No… no, I saw them first. Loki was behind them. It’s… I don’t know how to explain it but somehow, Loki was in colour first, you know what I mean? First him and then, a split second later, everything else was colourful too.”

“And now?”

“Now what?”

“Do you still see in colour now?”

“Of course I do.” Clint sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“So what happens if you don’t… act on this soulmate thing?”

“Nothing. Nothing happens.” You said.

“So you don’t have to… stay close to Loki or anything?”

“No. Not that I know of. But Clint—“

“Good. Because he might find a way to use you against us. Stay away from him. Thor’ll take him back to Asgard soon enough. All we need to do first is find the Tesseract.”

Your lips were pursed when he turned to check on them and if Loki was wreaking havoc while they were trying to get him imprisoned.

Stay away from him? Of course… it was the most reasonable thing to do. Loki was dangerous, a criminal… but was that right? Now that you had found your soulmate in him?

-

You couldn’t get him out of your head that night. Screw the danger, you had to see him. And eventually, your curiosity and that inexplicable and strange pull you felt towards Loki got the better of you. With a deep breath, you threw your covers back and let your bare feet hit the cold floor before quietly tiptoeing out into the dark and empty hallway.

Your blood was rushing in your ears, making you hear things your paranoia and imagination cooked up to the point your heart was pounding in your chest so hard and fast you feared it might jump right out of your ribcage. No one could know, of course. Clint would positively kill you—he, along with Tony, somewhat considered himself responsible for you here. You couldn’t really blame them. If something happened to you, they’d never forgive themselves. You were an innocent civilian, after all.

And now you had been tossed into the greatest fanfiction yet. Shivering, for the cold slowly crept into your bare skin and through the tanktop and shorts you were wearing to sleep, you finally reached the corridor leading to the elevator. The prison cells, a rather new addition to Stark Tower, were located at the very bottom, the cellar, or… what you preferred to call it, a modern dungeon.

You found Loki with his back turned to you in his cell, looking pale through the glass pane. Your heart skipped a beat when he suddenly spoke up.

“I expected you would find a way to come and see me at some point. I’d dare say the Avengers have taken quite the precautions to keep you as far away from me as possible.” He mused. He lifted his chin, approaching the glass window.

It was quite ridiculous to assume that this tiny and meagre prison would keep the Trickster at bay after everything he had proven to be capable of. If only he wanted to, he could shatter that glass with but a flick of his wrist or break the heavy metal door posing as the only barrier between you.

If you were to just… unlock that door to touch him… it would be so easy. Blinking rapidly, you shook your head to chase the thought away.

“Who are you?” He asked and for just a brief moment, you believed to see genuine interest and curiosity sparkling in his stunning blue eyes.

“No one, really. You already know my name, I presume but that’s all there is. I’m not special—I mean, I don’t have superpowers. I’m just a regular human with a rare condition.”

“Oh, I see. Surely you had not hoped for a criminal of all people to be your soulmate then? A murderer? A monster?” His expression hardened.

Yes. But you were not going to tell him that. He was still the person to have made you see colours again, regardless of who he was and what he had done. There must have been a connection between you, you felt it after all! And you were certain that he felt it too.

“Thor will take me back to Asgard and the great King Odin,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “will surely have me executed. You will never see me again. So do not worry.”

“I don’t want that.” You finally chirped, barely daring to look him in the eye. His gaze was scrutinising and intimidating… almost as if he was able to see right into your soul with but one single glance.

Loki frowned.

“I bet you’re not happy about this, are you?” A desperate scoff escaped your lips. “I’m not sure I am…” You confessed and sat down on the chair in front of the window. It creaked a little under your weight, the unpleasant sound echoing through the empty hallway.

This man right in front of you was not be trusted and yet, the desire to pour your heart out to him was so strong you felt it like a sea of emotions attempting to drown you.

“You know ever since my twelfth birthday I wondered when I would finally meet my soulmate. Who they would be, what they would be like… and then so many years passed I was beginning to worry I might never see colours again. That I’d be alone and grey for the rest of my life.”

Loki licked his lips and glanced up at you, listening intently to every single word you said.

“Now I met you and they all tell me not to trust you. I mean… I know who you are, I know what you’ve done. I can’t say I’m happy about the fact my soulmate is…” You stopped yourself, breathing in sharply. “What was the universe thinking? You are a god and I’m just… me. We live light-years apart!”

Eventually, after a moment of surprisingly pleasant silence between you, Loki hummed. “The Norns do have interesting ways.” He said, locking his eyes with yours, almost as if he was pondering if… if what? If he could imagine being with you?

“So what should we do? Never speak of it again? Pretend we have never met? I can’t just… come to Asgard with you.” You held your breath when you realised what you were considering here. Loki must have thought the same. He smirked in response—not mockingly but bitterly. “Odin would never allow a mortal on Asgard. If I was to survive my trial, that is.”

“Don’t say that. I don’t care you’re a criminal right now, I just found my soulmate, and I don’t want to lose him again right away, regardless of what happens between us.”

With a start, his face fell. “Nothing will happen between us. That would be unnecessarily cruel, would it not? Your life in the nine realms is but a heartbeat compared to mine.”

“So… this is goodbye?”

Loki hesitated. You noticed by the way his lips slightly parted without a single sound escaping them just yet.

“Yes. This is goodbye.”

-

The fruit bowl had become your new best friend. In the morning, tired and rather absent, you sat at the kitchen table holding on to a steaming mug of coffee all the while studying the different colours of the fruit before you like a complicated Maths formula.

“Did you have a good chat last night?” Clint barked at you when he entered the room, skipping the ‘Good morning’.

“Huh?”

“With Loki?” He probed, raising his eyebrows in an I-already-know-what-you’ve-done manner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said, shaking your head and focusing your gaze on the fruit bowl again. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. In colour.

You flinched when Tony spoke your name. “We saw the footage on our security cameras. You sneaked to his cell last night knowing fully well why you should stay away from him, especially with… with… you know.”

Fuck… the security cameras. You had completely forgotten about those! Of course the legendary Tony Stark would have had security cameras installed all over the damn place!

Busted, you shrugged your shoulders as nonchalantly as you could muster. “I just wanted to talk him. I had to talk to him. I know what you’re all thinking—that he’s evil and brutal and cruel and ruthless… and… and you’re probably right? I… I don’t even know but… he is still my soulmate. I can see colours again because of him for Fuck’s sake! I can’t just… ignore that.”

“I get it. We don’t know what it must feel like. But it’s for the best. We don’t want him to hurt you.”

“I am his soulmate, too. He wouldn’t dare hurt me. You know maybe he’s not the monster you all think he is.”

“Are you saying that because you know him so well after last night or because that is what you want to believe?”

Both. “I just… have a feeling.”

“Right.” Tony clapped his hands. Your name left his lips almost like a plea. “You have to trust us.”

Thor nodded. “Loki is dangerous. You should stay away from him at least until we know he is not still plotting the domination of your planet.”

“What do you mean ‘at least until’? You can stop staying away from him when he’s back on Asgard and out of your reach.” Tony snapped.

“We’re just trying to keep you safe.” Steve intervened. You sighed.

“You know what? I’m getting a headache and I’m still tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.” That wasn’t even a lie—well, at least the fatigue bit wasn’t. Besides, the blackout curtains in the room Tony let you stay in were heaven-sent.

That was until a loud tumult in the Tower woke you up again, even though you were not sure anymore you had actually fallen asleep once your head hit the soft pillow.

“W—“ Your scream of protest was muffled by a cool palm covering your mouth. You struggled briefly, ripping your eyes wide open in a weak attempt to make out who was assaulting you in the comforting darkness of your room when you suddenly heard a soothing voice shushing you.

“It’s me…”

“L-Loki?” You choked out when he removed his hand again. “Did you… did you break out of your cell?”

“It would seem so. Come.”

“What?”

He tilted his head. “I don’t have much time.”

You stood, throwing the covers back when he already reached for your hand and held it tightly, pulling you with him into the hallway and towards one of the more hidden exists of Stark Tower, a flight of stairs illuminated only by emergency lights.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I am proving to you that I am more than just a criminal.”

“Oh… but… um… where are we going?”

Loki smirked. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the Tesseract seemingly out of nowhere, its blue light glowing brightly in the dark and throwing artistic shadows on his face.

“Hold on tight.”

“Loki…”

The God of Mischief pulled you close, making you gasp. Your chest hit his, his arm wrapping around your waist. With his face only inches from yours, you could feel his warm breath on your lips, and suddenly longed to kiss him.

“You are my soulmate. I am not leaving you behind.”

“What happened to ‘goodbye’?” You chirped.

Loki tilted his head almost threateningly. “You are mine. Don’t you think I wanted to leave this place without looking back?” His expression softened. “But I couldn’t. Because of you.” And you might just be the only woman to ever love me in this way, he added silently.

“B-but… Y-you said Odin will never allow me on Asgard and… and…”

“I never said we were going to Asgard, now was I?”

Your lips parted. Could you trust him? The stranger who had finally made you see colours again? If you told him No, would he let go of you? Would he let you run to Tony and Clint and Nat so they could protect you from him? Swallowing thickly, you met his intense blue gaze and nodded.

Loki smirked and winked. “You are in for an adventure.” And you knew he wasn’t lying. Next thing you knew, you were both hurtled through space and into a shared future.

-

A/N: ☕

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Letting the coffee chill, part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: around 1.5 K

Idea by @whatafuckingdumbass <3

Pairing: Loki / reader

Summary: Loki is not so easy to convince now that the increasingly cold coffee drinks stop hiding his Æsir form completely.

Warnings: alcohol, sexual jokes (very light), internalized racism.

Loki was relaxed. He really was.

He saw no issue in spreading over the couch and letting his book fall over his head. He pretended to be asleep around everyone, and he had begun thinking he might even be alright actually falling asleep.

He heard no more noises around him. He heard the loud footsteps of the Avengers walking out of the common living room and waited a while until the silence was settled. He took his book off his face, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he gasped loudly.

"What on the Nine do you think—".

"Good morning, sleeping beauty", you said, almost on his face. You were exacerbating.

"How long have you been staring?!".

"I wasn't staring. You had a book on your face".

"You were conveniently waiting for me to wake up and give me a heart attack".

"I thought Gods didn't have heart attacks".

"I will attack you if you keep it up".

You sighed contentedly —of what, Loki did not know. He just realized, then, you were holding something. A glass. He groaned in annoyance.

"Get out".

"I thought you liked me!".

"I like your coffee, don't get any ideas", he brushed you off, a smirk tugging on his lips as he found himself lying a little bit.

"Well, I have something for you to try out", you said, giving him the glass. As soon as he grabbed it out of habit, he found the tip of his fingers turning instantly blue. He stared bewildered at what he was holding. "Ice!".

"Are you out of your mind?", he growled, setting the cup down and almost breaking it in the process. "What if someone walks in?".

You frowned.

"What if they do?", you asked, genuinely confused. Loki was now the one confused.

"Well, they'll see me in my Jötun form!", he whispered harshly. "You mortals are not prepared to see a frost gi...", he said, but got quickly interrupted by the Hulk walking —rather casually smashing through the door.

You two stayed in silence staring at him, as the Hulk observed what he destroyed. He sighed, tiredfully, and turned around to face you.

"Hulk not smash", he pointed at the broken door and wall. "If Stark ask, not Hulk".

He walked away and smashed another door, doing his best to get to his room and get a good nap.

You and Loki stayed in silence until he left.

"Yeah, you're right. We couldn't handle a man-sized blue dude", you spat with sarcasm.

"Dude", he quoted you, kind of amused. "There's a reason why Stark hired you and I'm sure it's not your intellect".

"Excuse me— Ah! No! You won't trick me into changing the subject. Try this out", you handed him the glass of snow. He sighed out and grabbed it, his fingers turning blue again, his nails already black with polish. He moved it around and smelled it, his nose scrunching in confusion.

"This is just broken ice".

You, as if waiting for him to have said it, took out a syrup bottle with a grin and started splattering it around the glass, covering the cubes.

"Ice and syrup!".

"Who was the idiot who invented this, pray tell?", he asked with a smile.

"Someone's moody. Are you on your period?", you joked. He frowned and was about to say something, but you got ahead, "sorry. Are you on your period, Your Majesty?".

"One of these days I'm poisoning your so-beloved coffee".

"Good. Try this", you handed him the glass once again.

"This isn't even coffee".

"The syrup is coffee flavored".

"Sounds ridiculous".

"Fine. Alright. I understand, it's not exactly... fancy, as you like", you sighed out, giving up. You got up and took the glass with you, and an idea stopped you on your tracks. You had to contain a smirk that didn't go unnoticed to Loki. "Hey, are you... are you coming to Tony's party tonight?".

"What are you planning?", he asked suspiciously.

"Getting you drunk and undressed?", you joked.

"Then sure, I'm going", he chuckled.

"Good. See you later".

Loki was not surprised when he walked into the party and saw you sitting on the bar, with a free sit for him by your side. You gestured him to come.

"Good evening", he said, formal as ever. "You look outstanding".

"Wow", you chuckled. "You complimented me? I can't wait to brag about that to everyone". He sat by your side and smiled.

"Nobody will believe you".

"Damn it", you smiled too. You seemed to be doing that a lot around him. And he seemed to like being the reason for it.

He straightened his back, a wave of nervousness suddenly washing over him. What was that? Why was he feeling a little weak on the knees now? Must be because of the long time that happened since he last attended a party, as small as it was. He raised a finger to the bartender and began ordering something for the two of you, but you got ahead.

"Oh, I already ordered", you smirked maliciously.

"Oh, so you actually planned on poisoning me first?", he joked. Your smirk didn't drop, unlike his, when the bartender left a glass of whiskey for you and a cup of ice cubes and syrup in front of him. "I can't say I expected this. At least it's no longer snow".

"I tricked the trickster once again. I'm getting good at this".

"You aren't getting any good at being my caffeine dealer. This barely counts as coffee flavored sugar —much like the fratinino from last week".

"Frappuchino".

"Doesn't make it less disgusting".

"Alright. The drink isn't finished, though", you said. The bartender dropped a shot of espresso over the ice cubes, and added two measures of coffee liquor on top, mixing it. "Thanks, sir".

"No problem", said the bartender, leaving you two alone again.

Loki looked down at the drink —which was now, very clearly, qualifying as a coffee drink, and sighed in defeat. He looked around, unsure if he should really allow himself to do it, and decided to not think about it anymore.

He took a sip, and nodded, wide eyed.

"This is very good", he commented, and you threw your fists in the air, triumphantly. Then, you observed how the line patterns started appearing slowly on his face, like rigid veins marking its way through the skin, popping out. Then, the whole skin followed that solid blue color, his hair turning white and bright, shiny under the dim lights of the party. He smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "Like what you see?".

"Huh?", you muttered, just realizing you've been staring, completely perplexed. He was a view. He looked like an Asgardian prince before, and he looked like a Jötun king now.

"You'll catch a fly, darling", he said with a flirtful smile and his deep voice, getting closer to you.

You could feel his cold breath near you and you wondered if you'd die out of a frost bite if you kissed him.

Yeah, you'd probably die.

He blinked once, still staring at you, and when he opened his eyes, they turned a bright and fierce crimson. You got startled and gasped, backing away from him. He laughed as if he just pulled a new trick on his brother. You composed yourself and cleared your throat.

"You're mesmerizing", you muttered.

If Loki could've blushed in that form, he would have. If he could've felt any kind of warm feeling on his stomach, he would have.

"I... I'm not used to... well, that's surely a first".

"I'm happy you liked the drink", you smiled.

"I'll even finish it, and then you'll have me drunk and undressed", he joked. You laughed nervously, somehow the flirting jokes heaving a little more than before. He seemed to have grown a little in size too. He seemed taller and more muscular, if possible. His leather clothes strained on his skin a little tighter. You shook your mind off it quickly, and went back to your drink. Loki felt the need to clarify, "I'm kidding".

"Of course, I know".

"You know... you're a good friend", he muttered. "We should hang out more often".

"Well, until you finally accept it. I've been chasing you around for weeks", you said, and he chuckled.

"You offer me coffee".

"I offer you my friendship, the coffee is the catcher".

"So I am as materialist as I thought I was".

"I'm sorry to break it to you, sir...", you chuckled.

"Would you stop calling me that?", he laughed in embarrassment. "Call me Loki".

"As you wish, Loki", you elbowed him, and this time he elbowed you back, throwing you off the chair.

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