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laesas · 1 year
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KinnPorsche The Series World Tour || WTFun 2023
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scapegoatstrawberry · 4 months
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What do you mean this didn't happen in season 2?
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moss-sama · 4 months
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Glorious Burden-
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spectratype · 2 months
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Loki From DanMachi (Series) By Em (Artist).
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enquirelie · 10 months
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the black hair is giving loki
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hammerings · 5 months
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loki fans having it rough these days so can i offer you something cute: ponytail loki
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natendo-art · 3 months
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✨ Hairclip ✨ . . As his hair grows longer, Mobius finds it gets in the way . He usually just puts it up in a ponytail, but Loki gifts him some clasps. He has absolutely no idea how good he looks 🤭💕
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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year
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Deeper [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki have a sensual reunion in the Tower swimming pool. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluffy Smut. Language.
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Your face dipped beneath the still surface of water with every careful spread of your arms. There were sixty-four lengths in a mile. So far tonight, you had swum eighty-six. The calmness of the swimming pool on the second highest floor of the Tower had been a godsend while Loki had been away. It helped soothe your nervous heart and fill the empty nights - if not your empty bed.
An undercover operation; arms deals, shady characters with suspicion and murder baked in the soul. You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you dipped a final time beneath the surface.
Your fingers wrapped around the cool ledge at the deep end, taking a breath before turning and readying to push away from the wall. And that was when you saw him.
Loki was leaning silently against one of the tall pillars surrounding the still water, reflections bouncing in ethereal waves across his face; eyes creased at the corners in a secret smile. He was half bathed in shadow, strands of hair hanging loose at his temples with the lengths drawn back into a ponytail. A perfectly fitted suit clung snug to his imposing body, the black material making him look like a shadow transfigured to flesh in the gloom. “Hello, love.” he murmured, the echo carrying around the tiled space. “Stay where you are, please.” he commanded calmly, seeing your excited failed attempt to hoist yourself up to the edge. “Right...there.” You knew you should ask how the mission had gone. Quite well, you expected, considering he was back three days early. But right now, Loki clearly wanted to play. A thrill roared through your blood; hot and wild as the heels of his dress shoes clacked against the tiles with each measured stride. He paused at the precipice of the shallow end, leaning down achingly slowly and unlacing his brogues before slipping them off. He knelt at the top of wide stairs which disappeared beneath the lapping surface, before rising to his full height. Nimble fingers moved to the buckle of an expensive leather belt, the whip as he yanked it from its loops making your pussy clench beneath the water. Loki’s eyes never left yours as he unzipped the sinfully fitted trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out, kicking them to the side.
You felt your grip against the ledge falter as he began to toy with the waistband of his black underwear. The smooth wall of the pool slipped against your back, making you kick your legs harder to stay afloat. The urge to begin swimming towards him was almost unbearable. You blinked as he peeled the tight cotton over his hipbones, toying with you as the waistband caught on his growing bulge before letting them fall to the ground. “Come to me, darling.” he purred, his velvet voice seeming to fill every pocket of air all the way to the high ceilings. “Slowly.” You swallowed the well of saliva that had formed on your tongue. God, how you loved him.
Stroke after stroke, you moved as slowly as you could while your heavy gaze bore into the sight of your god shrugging off the bespoke suit jacket. It joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor before he reached up and pulled the hair-tie from its hold. Curls unfurled around his shoulders as long, pale fingers moved to the knot of his silk tie – digging in and releasing it with a firm yank.
Your breathing was completely out of time with your movements, the heavy throb of desire beating in your core seeming to pull you deeper. The water was treacle. Every brush of your arms that had felt effortless minutes before, now a mammoth task. He began unbuttoning his shirt just as you reached the halfway point. “Stop, please.” he enunciated slowly, making your breath hitch as you splashed upright. Your hands grazed on the surface to the side, keeping yourself afloat as Loki began to descend into the gently lapping water. You bit your lip, seeing the curve of his muscular calves submerge as he made his way confidently down the stairs. Loki's cock was hardening furiously with anticipation, swelling with the same heat smouldering between your legs. It bobbed with every slow step. And he was still wearing the shirt. The half naked god waded through the shallows, pausing to dip himself once beneath the peaceful surface. He ascended soaking wet, throwing his sodden hair back over his shoulders. The soaked white cotton clung to every valley in his chiselled torso, dark shadows visible through the shirt where the rock hard muscles dipped and rose. His hair wrapped in inky tendrils down his neck, drops of chlorinated water rolling over his cheekbones. He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all yours. In four effortless crawls, he reached you; the force of his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he kicked backwards pushing you against the nearest side of the pool. Loki’s breath was hot against your wet skin as you spluttered, the intensity of his stare making you quiver in his arms. “Norns, how I’ve missed you.” he whispered with a groan, wet kisses trailing the angle of your jaw.
Your fingers toyed at the opening of his shirt, tips relishing the feel of him pressed against your body after so long apart. “I know how much you love to undress me from these contraptions.” he chuckled, drawing himself away from the lure of your exposed neck. You smiled. “How thoughtful of you.” you coyed, enjoying the flash of his dimples that followed. Loki slipped a finger under one strap of your swimming costume, eyebrow rising as it slid easily down your bicep. The other followed. You arched your back, allowing him to tug the chest down around your waist. He moaned in appreciation, exhaling into a passionate kiss which fastened to your lips like a wave sinking into sand. His tongue massaged inside, caressing your own as your swimsuit slid over your thighs and into the void below with a final solitary tug of his fingers. Loki's hard chest pressed against the curve of your breasts, flattening you desperately beneath his violent kiss. The wet cotton dragged against your nipples, ferocious passion in every sway of his jaw as he consumed you. Your fingers dragged through his slick hair, tangling in the mess of thick strands that spread on the water’s surface. Without warning, he hoisted you to perch on the cold side. You gasped as the cool air bit against your soaking skin, the rough of the edging grazing your thighs before he wrapped his fingers over your dripping calves and placed them gently over his shoulders
“Close your eyes.” he murmured, the low lapping waves against the side tiles making you shudder as you did what he asked. You knew his feet would be flat on the bottom of the swimming pool floor, the blue hued water caressing teasingly around his biceps as he slid closer and nuzzled against your inner thigh. “My beautiful woman…” he whispered wistfully, licking a trail over the skin before he latched to your pussy. Your head fell back, heavy strands of clumped, wet hair slapping between your shoulder-blades. Loki’s tongue swept softly against your slit, his hands massaging up your spread thighs before pulling your ass closer with a gentle yank. He moaned softly as your sex rolled against his open mouth, tongue slipping inside your channel sticky with fresh arousal. Your hands slid over his slick scalp, pulling him deeper. Baritone growls vibrated against your centre, every flat lick of his talented tongue making you thrust into him. Your palms braced on the floor behind you, feeling yourself fall backwards with a shameless groan of pleasure. Loki chuckled against your pussy, his sharp jaw waxing and waning as he ate you out like he was conducting a symphony. It was perfection. With him, it always was. Your thighs juddered against his shoulders, making his fingertips dig tighter into the soft flesh. Climax was close, and he knew it. Wet slurps rose muffled between your splayed thighs, only the god’s brow visible above your hips. He looked so fucking good buried in your needy pussy. He always did. You felt the point of his tongue trace from the base of your slit to your swollen bud, flicking in a straight line to the side. It moved in a licentious circle, stalking your entire tingling sex in a teasing dance before landing on your clit again. His eyes moved up to meet yours, the smouldering hues of his irises darkened by lust and delayed gratification before ducking down. You arched your back as he began another ascent up your messy centre, the staggered gasp from your lips taking you by surprise. Your hips began to shake as he flicked his head to the right, his tongue capturing a delicate fold in a gentle suck. Shallow pants made your chest rise and fall as he hovered, before repeating the movement, lower this time. A staggered moan of his name filled the air. His name. He was pleasuring you with his name. Loki licked his lips, cheekbones sharpening as he lowered himself to deliver the final sexually devastating blow. “I..-” you whimpered, making Loki laugh softly beneath your spread cheeks. His hands tightening around your thighs, pulling your ass flush against his chest. Making sure you could see him work, he lapped gently at your asshole. The pathetic whimper from your throat made a knowing smile tug at his lip, before he released a final straight lick against your little cunt. You couldn’t draw your gaze away from his, the restraint etched on his brow as he drew it up your sex with aching slowness. Your hands flew to meet his own, grasping desperately as he suckled your clit with needy abandon; feeling the spurt of your hot juices coat each soft massage of his tongue.
You felt your whole body relax, the slip of water against your legs as you fell down around him on autopilot. Loki's hands were fastened on your waist, guiding you over the edge of the pool to join him. Your bare chest slid again the heavy cotton stuck to his torso, one of the buttons of his drenched shirt catching on your nipple bringing you back to reality.
"Did you miss me?" he whispered, the ache of longing in his voice. "More than anything." you replied, sliding your hands over his broad shoulders. Your lip quivered, the force of your love for him reflected back twofold in his bottomless eyes.
Loki's hands rested on your hips, pulling you flush against his stomach. There wasn't a sliver of ebbing light between your bodies. At some point, the vibrant orange sunset through the window had faded to a panorama of glittering New York lights. The tails of his shirt floated upwards, resting on the surface. With trembling fingers, you made quick work of the buttons, peeling the arms off to reveal his flawlessly firm alabaster skin. "I love you." you sighed, before Loki kissed you again.
He adjusted you slightly, before the thick tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. Fresh cum from his attentions still clung there; knowing its purpose. "I love you." he said firmly. "Always, I will come back to you.” His warm breath skating up the curve of your cheekbone, before he nuzzled possessively against your temple. “Always." he whispered against the dripping skin.
Dual groans of ragged relief echoed around the swimming pool as he squeezed into your keening heat, dragging against the friction of water. He filled you to the hilt, bottoming out with a careful thrust of his muscular hips. Your back slipped against the side of the pool, the cock impaling you the only thing stopping your body slopping beneath the surface. At some point, he had wrapped your legs around his waist, taking control as you fell apart beneath his touch.
Your back slid up the tile as he fucked you, the slow gyrations of his thrusts making you bounce steadily up and down. Nails dragged down his back, a hiss escaping his parted lips as he shook away inky slathers of hair that clung to his bladed jawline. Sweet murmurs of praise fluttered in the air, chiming with the rhythmic lap of waves against the side. Your fingers gathered Loki’s sodden hair, curls transformed to obsidian lengths that fanned on the water with every squat as he made your world spin. Glittering skyscrapers radiated behind his head, a line appearing and evaporating between his brows as he tried to withhold his moans of pleasure accompanying each slow slap of his hips. He had been undercover for far too long. “Let me hear you Loki…” you whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him. “I want the whole Tower to know my lover’s home.” He growled, bracing a hand against the edge of the pool beside your shoulder. You heard the crack of porcelain, crunching as he clenched his jaw with a feral rumble. It crumbled beneath his grip, flecks of white plaster descending into the water which had begun to slosh violently around your tight bodies. His forehead pressed against your own, shallow pants becoming ragged and fierce. “F-fuck...darling...jeg er h-hjemme.” His breath caught as he spoke the words. ‘I’m home’, you thought with a gasp as he plunged deeper. Loki’s moans became frantic, primal, loud– every drag of his rigid cock tipping you over the edge a reminder that you were his. Every masculine whimper of pure desire from his lips a reminder that he was yours.
When Loki was gone, you always realised just how much you loved him; his absence draining your world to fading shades of sepia. And when he returned, you felt yourself fall inexplicably in love all over again; in deepest greens and brightest gold. His love consumed you. And each time, deeper.
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forbidden-sunlight · 1 year
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Can you do a yandere Hades or Loki(ROR) x fem kokushibo reader plz. I have this weird feeling that Hades would know everything about her since she was a human, and the human part of her technically died. Loki would be interested in us cause he finds us interesting to watch.
Here it is! I'd like to thank @thatstrangesheep and @the-dumber-scaramouche for helping me flesh out Loki's character since he's a tricky little fella to write about lol. Got a lot of requests for him, but here he is!
I hope you will enjoy this piece, although it is a little short! :)
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Loki did not have a high opinion of humans. Why did they deserve to live for another thousand years when all of these pitiful creatures have done nothing but caused destruction in Midgard? Like Aphrodite had said before, everything has become ugly. It’s much better to start over with a clean slate, right~?
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with them in this battle royale, this ‘Rangarok’, that Brunhilde proposed to hold before setting the world on fire. So why is Zeus being a selfish asshole and letting the God of Deceit fight a low-level demon instead of a human?
Pouting childishly, he stepped out of the gods area in the coliseum as Heimdall went on a spiel about his infamy and how powerful he is in the Norse pantheon, basking in the cheerful roars and spiteful comments alike while the humans quivered in fear at their representative. 
[First Name] [Last Name], Muzan Kibitisuji’s right-hand woman of the Twelve Kizuki, the former Moon Hashira. 
Tall, sinewy frame draped in a [Favorite Color] kimono and black hakama with embroidered flowers. Wild, untamed hair tied up in a ponytail. Six eyes dyed in crimson sclera stared right at him, unblinking with a clawed hand rested on the hilt of their sword. Wooden full moon and grassy field hanafuda earrings swayed slightly in the breeze. 
Loki scoffed. Yup. There is no doubt in his mind that this is the ugliest demon he had ever met in his life. Least she’ll be dead soon enough~. 
He smiled. “Let’s try and have some fun, ‘kay?” He said, swaying from side to side, violet orbs fixated on his opponent…or at least trying to pretend that he’s a little interested in this filthy scum. 
“…” 
And of course, she doesn’t say anything except bow her head to him and unsheathe her sword. Boring~.
Summoning chained scythes from either of his arms, Loki broke into a sprint and charged at his opponent. Swinging the left scythe over his head, he flung it towards her, confident that the battle will not even last five minutes. But that bitch deflected his weapon with her sword, inhaling a deep breath through her mouth before launching several crescent-shaped blades towards him. 
Loki cursed, leaping out of the way and using the remaining scythe to deflect the blades. If he yanked back the chain of the other scythe too quickly, he would’ve lost an arm. 
So, she got lucky. It won’t happen again~.
The fight dragged on longer than he nor the other gods could have anticipated. Humanity’s representative effortlessly parried the blows of her opponent, releasing one breathing technique after another but narrowly having her head being sliced off by Loki’s scythes when he snuck up from behind. She repaid such kindness by jamming her sword into his right shoulder, twisting it in a full circle before pulling out the blade. 
Breathless, bloodied, and pumped full of adrenaline, neither opponent was ready to surrender until Heimdall officially declared that the bout was a draw. 
Loki was absolutely livid. How could he, a trickster god, not win against a demon with his clever mind and silver tongue? Gods were supposed to kill demons! Why, no, how can a demon be able to go toe-to-toe against someone like him?! It wasn’t fair! 
Yet as he laid in the gods’ medical wing and allowed the nurses to patch him up, his mind kept drifting back to the silent swordswoman. For all the spiteful insults he hurled at her in battle, she retaliated in a calm, grim voice.
“Interesting…for a simpleton  who does nothing but yap like a puppy, you’re still alive. Most of my opponents would have been obliterated by now.”
Loki grinded his teeth at the memory. He might have not defeated his opponent, but a draw is simply but another chance to pummel that demon into the ground. 
He knew her fighting style, her weak points, everything. He will annihilate the Moon Hashira and prove to the Norse pantheon that he is much more than just a jokester. The humans will fall, the gods will win just like they always have. 
So why did he feel….annoyed at the thought of the six-eyed demon vanishing from sight?
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notapradagurl7 · 2 months
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Stuck.
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Pairing: Black!Fem! / Plus Size Reader x Thor.
Summary: Due to a monster on almost k*lling you at work, Thor saved you and you ended up stuck on Asgard with him. You were just a mere mortal trying to find a way back to Earth but you had to adjust to Thor’s world first.
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A/N: I was deeply anxious about writing this because it has been quite some time since I last watched the Marvel movies. However, as a fan, I am determined to step out of my comfort zone with my writing. This fic is quite self-indulgent.😭
Thank you to @soft-persephone for giving me encouragement. Your words were like a reassuring pat on the back and a wake-up call.
P.S. Don't forget to reblog, like and comment to support your favorite writers. Enjoy! ❤️
Warnings: angst, friends-to-lovers trope, violence, reader almost gets k*lld by a monster, a worried reader, oral(fem receiving) praise, dirty talk, Thor being a big softie, doesn’t follow the canon of the movies, love confession, straight up filth.
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It was a regular Monday afternoon at your job as a barista in a black-owned coffee shop, the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon buns wafted through the air. You've grown tired of the smell, it was like a bug you couldn't shake off.
You weren't a fan of coffee as others were, you prefer bottled water, apple juice, hell even orange juice. Others might want orange juice over apple.
Your chocolate brown collared tee shirt had an aromatic smell of spilled coffee double espresso and cream, your khakis pooled around your thick legs. Your cap on your head, Not to mention the coffee stains on your shoes, You neatly tied your freshly done box braids in a ponytail. Your brown skin.
You greeted customers with a fake smile and the regular ‘Have a nice day’ saying to them as they left money in the tip jar, drinking coffee on their way out, the chime of the bell rang in your ears.
Another day, another dollar you said in the back of your mind.
To be honest, you have grown tired of the same routine of your normal everyday life.
Wake up, go to work, head home, go to sleep repeat. Maybe you needed some spice or excitement in your life, maybe you were overthinking things.
The television in the upper right corner of the spacious room played the news showing a clip of Thor defeating a purple monster that resembled a demon, you wondered if the beast escaped from Hades to take Thor with him.
You and Thor crossed paths at the park, engaging in chats about your interests and personal experiences. Both of you spent quality time together, frequenting diners, the park, and even your own home. As your friendship began to develop, it grew steadily and became quite strong.
You thought his life seemed cooler than yours, except for his father, Odin, praised him more highly than his brother Loki, the mischievous god. The conflict between the two brothers seemed intense. Thor and Loki lost both of their parents but as time passed they were able to get along.
You empathized with his brother as he sought validation from his parents and tried to make them happy, as it reminded you of your own past.
You were certain that Loki wouldn't want any empathy or pity from a mere mortal like you, he was somewhere in his realm thinking of world domination.
While his mother seemed to be a gentle woman, his sister Hela came dangerously close to taking out his eye during the fight. That must have hurt. Like really bad.
Sheesh, what a family he had.
You grinned and sang softly to Thor, amazed by his unwavering bravery and extraordinary combat skills. Wow, he was also incredibly attractive with a stylish haircut.
You wondered if Thor would take your application or resume for a assistant? You used to dream of being a superhero when you were a kid, having superpowers and saving the day.
Did superheroes ever pay back for the damages to cars and buildings, personal items when in every battle?
Kenya tapped your shoulder while you clocked out of your morning shift, your head turned toward her with concern, "Are you okay?"
You nodded at her, “Yeah, i’m fine, just a little tired.” you said softly, taking off your apron.
Once you walked out of the coffee shop and dusted yourself off, you looked both ways of the street before a tentacle quickly slithered around your waist, your eyes widened in shock as you were randomly pulled toward the demon, its red crimson eyes bore into your soul as its tentacle gradually moved you up and down in its tight clutch.
Thor’s narrowed at the towering purple demon holding you hostage, its tentacle brought you close to its face. “L-let me go…” you whispered, you flinched and the quiet sniffling from you broke Thor’s heart.
“Unhand her! I shall send you back to Hades where you belong and where you will stay for eternity!” Thor roared, holding his axe close, lighting bouncing off of him.
“Isn't this the feeble mortal you yearn for? Your heart desires for a connection? Aren't mere mortals and gods told to stay in their place? Such a radiant soul belongs in Hades..”The demon taunted, its deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“You only spew lies from your wretched tongue, prepare to perish like the others..” Thor spat, swinging his axe in his hand.
You clenched your fists, trying to muster up the courage to fight back, but you were no match for the monster's strength.
What did the demon mean by that? He yearns for?
Thor threw his axe at the repulsive creature, and the axe severed the demon's arms, making it stagger backward as its arms were released. Bringing you to great heights in the air, Thor cautiously crouched down and soared towards you.
Thor finished off the beast with every punch, its desperate cries begged for mercy. Thor’s thunder zapped the demon and sent him back to Hades.
Your eyes closed shut with your arms frantically moving around your body, plummeting to your death. The wind gushing against your face with your tears falling from your eyelids. The bustling wind and light blue sky witnessing
Was this how you said goodbye to your friends, your family, your life? It couldn't be.
You suddenly stop falling when you are caught in the bridal style by Thor, your hands resting on his chiseled forearms.
The ground seemed miles away, but you felt oddly calm knowing that Thor was there to protect you. His blue eyes met yours with concern and relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Your box braids pooled in front of your face with your eyes fixed on Thor, “Are you alright Y/N?”he asked gently, his finger gently moving the braid from your face.
“Uh…Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you Thor for saving me..” You said softly, nodding at him while giving him a small smile.
"No harm shall come to you as long as I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you." He reassured, his words tugged at your heartstrings.
Didn't your whole life flash before your eyes?
You hopped from the heroic arms of Thor and waved goodbye to him, your eyes almost welled up in tears as you sniffed them away.
Thor lifted his axe up to the blue sky and thunder came down on the two of you, it didn't shock you or hurt you. But it was tingling over you, teleporting you to another world. It was strange.
Your eyes opened wide to the birds chirping and the towering building painted in soothing macaroon cream color with gold designs engraved in them, from the towering mountains of greenery to the people dressed in white loose robes.
Oh shit, were you really in Asgard? The New Asgard right?
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but before you could respond, a towering man was behind Thor. It was Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifröst.
"Thor, we are thankful to have you back to Asgard," Heimdall said softly, his voice echoing through the air.
Heimdall’s fiery eyes locked with your deep brown ones, his grey locs pulled back in a low ponytail and his dark brown skin caught your attention. He was so handsome.
“Oh? You brought a mortal to Asgard your Highness?” He asked him, titling his head to the side.
“She is my friend and I accidentally brought her here..”
Heimdall nodded, “Well, surely it wasn't a mistake. It must want her here for a reason..”
Your eyes gazed upon the gods and goddesses roaming through the roads, the women were as tall as the Amazons in Themyscira, with their gold brass armor and white flowy togas. It was different here.
You bet that the women in his home would throw themselves, he was a god after all. Did Zeus’s women who sat by his throne faint at the sight of Thor?
“Thor, can I get extra clothes and take a shower?” You asked him, pursuing your lips.
“Oh! Um..i could ask Majesty for some extra clothes and I can shower where the shower is in my castle.” Thor mentioned, nodding with a nervous chuckle.
Majesty teleported to your location in the elegant castle, giving you a warm smile and greeting Thor. “Greeting Thor..” she said softly.
A goddess by the name of Majesty with her dark brown skin, her brown locs pulled back by a purple headscarf, swaying side by side, her loose toga hugged around her thick body. Her amethyst-purple eyes bore into your soul, reading you like a book.
She was so beautiful, you've never seen a goddess that looked like you in the paintings by old white dudes from years and years ago, in the books, and in the movies. It felt nice to see it up close.
“Hello there Y/N, here are some clothes for you." Majesty spoke kindly, taking the clothes from behind her back.
She handed you a small bundle of clothes, her voice soothing and comforting. "Feel free to freshen up and make yourself at home."
You thanked her gratefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. As you make your way towards the shower, you feel a mix of emotions. On the other hand, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being completely out of your element.
After a quick shower, you changed into the clothes that Majesty had provided. The purple loose robe was comfortable and stylish, fitting around you perfectly. As you walked back into the main room, you found Thor waiting for you with a warm smile.
"You look beautiful," he complimented, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "The clothes suit you well."
Your cheeks grew hot at his words with a flutter of excitement in your chest. Being stuck on Asgard might not be so bad after all, especially if it meant spending more time with Thor.
"So, what now?" you asked, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "How do I get back to Earth?"
Thor's smile faltered slightly as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, that's the thing... I'm not entirely sure. The Bifröst is not under my control, and it seems to have brought you here for a reason."
You groaned inwardly, feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety wash over you. "Great, so I'm stuck here with no way back?"
Thor's expression softened as he reached out to hold your hand. "I promise you, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to help you find a way back home."
His words brought a small smile to your face, and you couldn't help but feel comfort in his presence.
“I know you will, I trust you..”
The night arrived rather quickly in Asgard with the moonlight slanting through the huge window, your eyelids gradually opened to the spacious room. You couldn't sleep, great. The silence was rather annoying than peaceful.
Was Thor still up? You stood up from your side of the bed and strode out of the bedroom, you maneuvered your way through the wide hallways and stopped in front of his towering door in brown wood with intricate cravings, you rapped your knuckles against it.
“Come in..”
You gently nudged the door open with your head leaning in the room, “Thor? Are you still awake?”
You stepped inside the spacious room and looked for him, pondering if this was a good idea.
“Yes, I am. Don't worry..”
Thor stood before the balcony with his eyes fixed on the full moon and the ink-black sky painted with sparkly stars, his arms resting on the railing. It was centuries since he had been home, he missed his mother, his father, and his brother.
Thor felt alone but when he met you, he didn't feel so alone anymore. But it felt like anytime something happened he would lose everyone. He didn't want to lose you either.
“You're my friend Thor, I get that you're a god of thunder but I'm still gonna worry about you..” You said softly, walking toward him with a light chuckle.
Thor turned his attention toward you with his hands resting on your shoulders, “I worry about you more than you ever know…”
“I appreciate that but I can take care of myself..”
“I didn't intend to put you in danger.”
“Don't blame yourself for what occurred, things like that happen a lot when you're fighting crime or demons right?” You added, smiling a bit.
Thor lightly chuckled with a smile, he wondered how you were calm through it. You were almost hurt by a monster but you didn't die. You were stuck on Asgard for a while but you were with Thor.
There was always a silver lining to something your aunt would say, you couldn't wallow in self-pity so keep living for yourself.
“I have fallen in love with you..” Thor confessed, his eyes locked with yours.
Maybe the demon was right about one thing, his feelings for you. Those feelings were real.
Your eyes widen a bit, you can't believe what you are hearing, “I feel the same way about you too..” you admitted, your hands resting on his chest.
You always felt this way about him but you wanted to wait until the time was right to tell him.
Thor crashed his lips into yours with you reciprocating the same action, his hands moved toward your thighs as he picked you up by your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist, your steamy make-out resumed, your moans muffled on his lips.
He laid you down on your back on the plush bed, he took off his clothes and kissed your plump lips again.
Thor flipped you on your back with his hands gently tucking your robes from your body, the wind brushed against your skin causing your nipple to go erect, his large hands squeezed your breasts, “oh..Thor..” you moaned softly.
His thick fingers gently slid between your wet folds and you gasped softly, your hips against his face movement, “Oh yes! Thor!” you screamed again, your head falling back on the pillow, your essence oozing on his tongue.
His tongue licked a wet stripe between your folds with his mouth latching around your throbbing clit, your hands gripped his blond hair tight. Waves of pleasure washed over you, his hooded eyes locked with yours.
Was this a way of worshiping Thor? Blessing him with your presence as he lapped your essence, Thor's hands roamed your body, biting and kissing every curve and crevice, as his lips trailed down your neck, littering your dark brown skin with hickeys, “You taste so good..” he groaned, kissing your lips again.
Your climax rippled through you like a tidal wave, your essence oozing into his mouth, you screamed out loudly as your legs shook in his hands, “oh fuck!” you screamed, you panted lowly.
The two of you lay side by side with your eyes locked on him, you stood up from your side of the bed gathering your clothes.
“You're mine now..” You told him, pecking his lips as you headed off toward the shower.
This day was more than perfect, maybe your life wasn't so dull after all. You were dating a god that loved you and only you.
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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year
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UnGodly Desires
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Summary: well, you certainly believe in deities now.
warnings: filthy smut
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Tugging at your ponytail, he yanks your head back, resting on his shoulder as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “say it again,” he purrs, causing a whimper to slide out between your teeth.
“I need you,” a beg ripples through your tongue. He’s the only god you need. Fuck the holy Spirit. “Please, Thor, please,”
A rough grunt spills from his lips, snagging his hand away from your cunt to glide up your midriff before tweaking at your breast, pinching a nipple. You could feel the smirk gloss his mouth as his head falls against your spine with each thrust of his hips. Your vision blurs as he whispers against your skin, “you want me to fuck you harder, saint?”
WIth vigor, you nod, an inviting moan falls past the back of your throat, causing his cock to twitch inside of you.
“Oh, precious little girl,” he coos, leaning his head next to your ear, “how does it feel to see a God for all he’s worth, hmm? Oh, how the sinner sins, hmm?”
A boistroius whine escapes your lips once more, lip quivering at the soft voice next to you as you allow your head to fall forward, his thrusts rocking your body on the cold stone steps of the church. Thank the heavens for he cover of hte night. 
“Oh, my gods,” a stutter climbs its way pass the moans from your chest as you clench his cock so tightly inside you, causing him to erupt moments later.
“That’s right, my girl,” he hums in pleasure as he feels you tighten around his body, ending in a moan himself as he thrusts harder inside you before meeting your end. “You belong to me.”
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wheredafandomat · 9 months
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Shrink | P3 - DTF
Avenger! Loki x Therapist! Reader
18+ | same warnings, adult themes etc
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Despite having taken leave from work, you decided to spend the time away logging transcripts and occasionally doing a couple of online consultations. When you had spoken to Loki, which was a quick exchange considering you weren’t charging by the hour and he was on his way to workout, he said that there had been no news on the bullet meaning you had to stay put. Usually you’d like the respite from work but this time was different, you felt strange especially being around Loki who looked ridiculously sexy heading for the gym. You knew it was wrong, awful even but you couldn’t help but watch him walk away. A perfect sight.
A couple of hours later, the image of Loki’s behind well and truly gone, you decided to finish up with work and take a walk. You felt like you were going crazy trapped in the four walls especially without Natasha who was still away. Opening the door, you turned to walk down the hallway, eyes widening as you paused, taking in the sight of Loki walking towards you. His clothes were clinging to him, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, gluing the stray hairs escaping from what you could only assume was his ponytail to his forehead. He looked as if he was walking in slow motion, he had to have been. You almost fell to the floor, legs threatening to give way beneath you as he lifted his top, the short dark hairs of his happy trail leaving you swallowing thickly as you followed the path down to his—
“Where are you off to doctor?”
Loki’s voice snapped you from your thoughts as you quickly turned your attention to his face, his top falling and covering the avenue to heaven.
“Just a walk.” You answered, voice high pitch.
“Outside? Allow me to join you, it may not be safe.” Loki insisted, the salty smell of his sweat mixed with his lingering cologne hitting your nostrils.
“It’s fine, I’ll just—just stay inside.” You tried to smile, turning away from him and continuing your journey down the hallway.
“What a peculiar woman.” Loki smiled to himself, turning to watch you walk away, smile falling when he realised that his eyes had dipped to the curve of your ass where they guiltily remained until he forced himself to look away.
Once you returned, sneaking some food out of the kitchen on the way back, you ate before showering and settling into bed where you tossed and turned, unable to sleep. There were techniques for this, ways to try and get to sleep, things you had told your clients to do however they weren’t working. You counted back from ten, you counted back from a hundred, you counted sheep, you even read an article on your phone but nothing could get you to sleep, not when the images of Loki from earlier on began creeping into your head. Laying back against the bed, you knew it was time to try something else, something that’d surely put you to sleep whilst putting the images of Loki to good use before you’d burn them from your mind of course.
Meanwhile, Loki had met up with Thor in his room after being told to meet him there.
“Good news” Thor began, Loki nodding him on to continue “Jane has arranged a date for you with her friend.”
“Who?”
“Darcy” Thor grinned, reading the message on his phone “she also said that Darcy is DTF. DTF, what does that mean?” Thor questioned, narrowing his gaze at the message. “Do you think it’s good?”
“It sounds bad Thor, really bad.” Loki gulped.
“Okay, let’s not panic, maybe it’s—it’s” Thor tried to quickly think “doing the fandango?”
“The Spanish dance?
“Yes.” Thor clapped.
“Now why would she be doing that?” Loki huffed, unconvinced.
“To attract you, like a mating dance.” Thor nodded.
“Darcy is doing the fandango to attract me?” Loki entreated.
“Yes.” Thor insisted, calming his nerves.
“Well, that-that’s rather erotic isn’t it.” Loki spoke, trying to bite down his smile.
“Mmhmm.” Thor hummed along. “Hello siri, what does DTF mean?” Thor asked, wanting to confirm, confusion evading him when siri answered with DTF is an abbreviated term for The Daily Telegraph causing Loki to knit his brows together. “Siri doesn’t know what he’s talking about, I’ll google it.” Thor spoke confidently, wanting to reassure Loki as he googled the question eyes widening at the answer.
“What does it mean?” Loki asked, noticing Thor pale “Thor?”
“That she—she’s down—she’s down to f- to fun.” Thor lied.
“To fun?”
“Yes.”
“Right well I better go and share the good news then.” Loki decided.
“With who?”
“Doctor y/l/n.” Loki replied.
“Shouldn’t you wait until your next appointment?” Thor queried.
“No, she won’t mind, we talk out of appointments now” Loki dismissed “we’re friends Thor, friends talk okay” he defended “norns, must you always interrogate me?” He huffed, storming out of Thor’s room leaving him confused by Loki’s outburst.
You were close, so close that you could practically taste the finish line, you were almost immersed in sleep, you just needed a little more time, a little more pleasure, more thoughts, more movement. Your hips bucked as you remembered how it felt having Loki between your legs, albeit to save you from a bullet but between them nonetheless. You felt his weight above you, his strong arms shielding you, his soothing voice reassuring you. It was unethical, morally wrong and all the more delightful as you took merriment from the forbidden. It was true, we always want that which we can’t have. Just as you were about to climax, you heard the door knock which caused the building pleasure to dissipate. You should have just pretended that you were asleep but instead you answered it, opening the door ajar.
“Doctor y/l/n.” Loki greeted.
“Loki?”
“I—” he began before his nose twitched leaving you narrowing your gaze suspiciously at the action “can you smell that?” He asked, the simple question leaving you blanching; there was no way.
“W-what? I can’t smell anything.” You tried to sway him.
“There’s a strange sweetness to the air, wouldn’t you agree?” He potentially smirked, your guilty mind playing tricks on you.
“There is not.” You insisted.
“Nevermind” Loki moved on “I’ve got a date, a proper date so hopefully I’ll be all better soon.” He smiled. “She’s even down to fun.”
“There’s more to it than—” you began before he interrupted.
“Goodnight Doctor.” He quickly cut in.
“Y/n’s fine.” You said behind the door, closing it.
Making your way back to bed, you knew it was going to once again be hard to find sleep.
“What does down to fun mean?” You questioned yourself.
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riseofamoonycake · 1 month
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So, I have an university exam in two weeks and even if I am a grown adult I would like to start crying like a baby, then I created this thing to give me energy.
Students of every level, it is all dedicated to us.
RoR characters dealing with a student!reader
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Hades
Exigent and paternal at the same time. He wants you to do your best and sometimes keeps repeating to you to study study and study again... but he is also the type to sit near you and stay by your side while listening at you repeating the lesson, reassuring and comforting you, giving you a lot of advices to learn better and faster.
He surely brings you to the glory.
Kintoki
Very calm, he doesn't push you to do anything and smiles at you often, especially if he sees you nervous about the test. With every page you turn he showers you with sweets, pats on the head and back and reassurances. He asks you questions specifically to make you think and rewards you every time you know the answer. With him you come prepared to the exam… and probably saturated with sweets.
Confucius
The cheerleader. Confucius is always by your side to cheer you up: he brings you water and snacks, gives you a shoulder massage, asks you if everything is okay, if you are ready, if you feel calm, if something hurts… In the end, you have to gag and tie him up so you can study. And he even accepts, if he can still stay by your side and give you all his support. A good boy certified.
Also, the day of the exam, he nearly cries and screams your name like a mad man. A bit embarassing, but totally sweet.
Shiva
He does the lucky dances to help you, and the funny thing is that they work: or at least, they make you laugh so much that all the anxiety goes away and you find yourself learning everything without difficulty, with tranquility and quickly. The test goes great, and you had already guessed this, and now a new challenge presents itself: trying to slow down Shiva, because now he gives himself all the credit for the victory and doesn't want to listen to reason.
Okita
This golden child sits by your side and keeps you company every time you study, bobbing up and down with his adorable ponytail and baby-like smile as he listens to you repeat patiently. He often corrects you even if you say something wrong, or comments on your words and gives you an opinion on how you do repeat, if everything is clear or if you need to be more confident. A calming presence… but remember to take care of yourself, or he will tear you away from the books, dragging you away as soon as he gets tired and then forces you to follow him elsewhere.
Loki and Anubis
These two threaten professors and teachers that if they don't let you pass the exam, then they will be the ones who won't pass the night. Because of the study you cannot give them the attention they deserve, and this is already a huge affront; even more, if the professors don't let you pass, then they really asked for the war, and then the difficult thing will be to avoid a massacre and keep everyone safe.
Good luck.
Bishamonten and Benzaiten
Bishamonten is inflexible: he wants you to do your duty and well, he monitors your progress and questions you at the end of the day; however, once you have done your work, it allows you to relax and doesn't make you pull all-nighters, because he knows it is counterproductive, and rather pushes you to give your best during the moments when you are most active. Benzaiten, on the other hand, would do nothing but cuddle you and is sorry to see you bent over books for hours, so, like a good Goddess of Knowledge, she stands by you gently and gives you the energy you need. Often she and Bisha get into arguments because they have different visions of the matter, and then goodbye to study.
The Science Crew
Confucius pt. 2, especially Edison and Einstein, but there is also the ingenious component: together they do their utmost to teach you everything they know, repeat it a thousand times and make you learn it in a uncountable ways, until you know everything perfectly and, above all, you have learned it by reasoning. It will take time and in fact they are not in a hurry, what matters is that you understand the subject thoroughly and it is not something you learn just because you have to, and in this they prove to be excellent teachers, patient and proud. Whatever happens.
Adam
He is proud of you regardless, whether you pass the exam or not. He doesn't care that much, nothing, nothing could make him lose the respect he has for you. Studying isn't everything in life and not all of us have to succeed, for him it is enough to see your commitment, and how it goes, without too much drama.
Apollo
He doesn't care if you pass your test or not, but this god wants you not to forget to take care of yourself; therefore, while you study, he styles your hair, keeps you tidy, puts on your make-up, arranges your clothes, intersperses observations with beauty advice, and when necessary he lifts you by taking you under the armpits, takes you off the table and forces you to take a walk in nature, to regenerate yourself and let you breathe beneficial air. Every day he checks that you get enough sleep, that you don't forget to eat and drink, and that you take a relaxing bath to reward yourself. And if you don't, well, then he steps in. And at this point there's nothing you can do against him-
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incognito-frog · 1 year
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Die in peace.
Die in honour.
(ID and shadowless and colourful versions under the cut)
[ID: a scene from "Ragnarok III: Strange Meeting" by The Mechanisms, drawn in greyscale. Loki and Thor are clasping each others arms just left of middle frame. Lokis other hand is laid over their clasped hands, Thors other hand is holding a bloodied hammer. They are looking at each other, Loki has a slight sad smile, Thor a slight sad frown. Theres a circle of prism flares around the two. Loki is portrayed as a thin light skinned woman with dark slightly wavy hair just past her shoulders, tied up in a half ponytail. She's got noticeably dark bags beneath her eyes. She's wearing a Button up shirt half tucked into a calf length skirt, and boots that meet the hem of the skirt. Thor is portrayed with a slightly darker skin, and mid tone hair. He's wearing a neckerchief, a shirt with a bloodied vest, and some sort of pin. He's wearing baggy pants with 3 large pockets on each leg, tucked into lace up boots. His left leg as a blood spatter that seems like he's stomped on something, there's a slight spatter on his right leg as well. His boots have left bloody footprints leading up to where he stands. The background is a luxery train carriage interior, with fancy chairs, tables with tablecloths, and windows with curtains. Outside the window is a starry universe, with eyes of varying size staring at Thor and Loki. Inside the train, the curtain just visible on the left is burning. Beneath it a chair has large teeth sticking out of the back- and armrests. There's blood dripping down from them onto the floor, and a large blood stain on the tablecloth and beneath the chair. Moving closer to the middle, a chair is covered in piles of eyes, all staring towards where Loki stands. On the right there's a person draped over the backrests and seating of two chairs, their body is stretched uncomfortably long, and there's some stretched holes in thigh, which hangs boneless between the chairs, and their stomach. Their left leg is bleeding, and both the soles of their malformed feet are covered in blood. Their mouth is open, and seems to have left a bloodstain on the tablecloth in front of it. Their eye is also open, sunken in, and staring towards where Thor and Loki stand. End ID]
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[ID: the same drawing again twice, one with no shading, the other with a hectic swirl of varying colours overlayed on the image.]
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natwrites08 · 2 months
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Labyrinth Pt.5 (Rúben Dias x FemReader)
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Summary: All she ever wanted was a family, but she couldn’t possibly have one, not after her divorce…but was there a possibility that Rúben and Adeline could cure that loop of sadness and loneliness and provide only pure happiness and love for her? The answer was yes…
Word Count: 9.2K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of mental health issues such as depression and anxiety, mentions of body image problems and divorce and infertility will be a heavy topic here. (Let me know if I missed anything)—— Other Parts- HERE
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Waking up next to him in a more comfortable way was way better, however they were in a complete rush. Pure chaos in the morning, waking up with a rushed kiss, a few tumbles as he tried to piece together his unorganized morning. 
He just didn’t know that by the time his shower was done in just ten minutes, Ade was already dressed and ready for breakfast. His beautiful girlfriend, already dressed for her job, was preparing them a delicious breakfast. 
“Tesouro, é hora de acordar!” But as he opened the door, the bed was already made. He heard noise in the kitchen and there they were laughing ready to start the day. 
“Morning papai, florzinha is making me pancakes” 
“Morning Tesouro, are you ready?” Her enthusiastic nods made him laugh as he quickly flashed a smile at her direction. 
“Yes, only have to do my hair” she only went to school three days a week, his schedule was very complicated, he was lucky that his brother would take care of her on the days that he was gone. 
Since his schedule was packed he didn’t have time to learn simple hairstyles, instead he always did one-to-two ponytails. Simple and effective for the time being, yes her hair would get tangled and she would often complain of headaches, but he was trying.
“Ok Ade, I’ll do your hair while we wait” he jogged around the counter to give his girlfriend a chaste kiss on the cheek as he moved on to gather the brush and hair ties. 
He was more calm now, he had a few minutes to spare, making sure that the ponytails were even and less tight. Ade was great at keeping busy, never one to complain because he was never too stressed. 
“I like that you’re gentle, when you do her hair” as ade enjoyed the bite of pancakes, they talked quietly a few feet from her. She was too busy trying to read a book, realistically kids only enjoyed the illustrations, while they made their own story.
“Why meu amor?” He grew confused because she was also gentle when doing her “Elsa” hair. 
“My mother was always running around in the mornings trying to get me ready, she would pull my hair, good times honestly, we would both yell and scream and at the end we would laugh it out” 
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I don’t really know, we were both so stressed out, but let me tell you she was so creative with hairstyles, I had the best hair in school” 
“You do have beautiful hair now” 
“Thank you, so what’s the plan for today? Or this morning how will I get to work?” 
“I’ll drop you off, I can be a bit late, don't care, we will drop off Ade and then I will take you to your job” she nodded as she cleaned the kitchen.
“Oh I almost forgot… Do you want pancakes?”
“No baby, I would love to, but Pep will kill me if I gain weight, I’ve been eating a lot of sweets” 
“Ok, but next time I make pancakes you better eat”
“I promise, but you have to eat…”
As they finished up breakfast, Rúben had a lot of time to think about his life. Just staring at their interaction was peaceful and beautiful. She had the best smile as she listened attentively to Ade’s ridiculous dream, Loki nicely placed on his lap was also mesmerized.
“Papai, will we keep Loki for today?” Right where will he stay? They all had a busy day today and he wasn’t sure if she wanted to spend another night with them. 
“He will stay here and then…”
“She will go to sleep at the other house?” Ade wasn’t so worried about Loki, she was afraid that her florzinha would leave their home. 
“I know baby, but she will have sleepovers here” she was also a bit confused, but she allowed them to maneuver around her presence.
“Why can’t she stay tonight?”
“Bebê she needs to bring stuff that she doesn’t have here…” 
“But I want her to stay” she crossed her arms in a pouty pose.
“How about today after school we all pack a bag that’s designated for when you stay with me and when I stay here, of course we have to ask you papai”  Rúben had a soft look, but even he didn’t know what he was feeling and her unsure gaze met his.
“Ok, papai will pack for me” he only nodded, too caught up with the commands of his daughter and the ease that she was able to solve his predicament.
“That’s perfect, you’re done Ade?”
“Yes”
“Ok, go brush your teeth” she jumped off the chair and she carefully walked up the stairs, leaving them alone as she filled little bowls with food and water for Loki. 
“You don’t mind that right? Making a little suitcase”
“No amor, I think it’s a great idea, I just don’t know how to approach the subject with you and Ade is just picking up a sassy attitude and it’s new for me, that’s it” 
“She’s four, I know that at that age they like to feel a bit bossy with their parents, but she’s still following your rules which is always a sign that she will continue listening to you” 
“You’re right, it’s probably a bit of culture shock as well, I’ll try to not worry too much. Will you be ok if I pick you up after work so that you can take Loki?”
“Yeah, I’m afraid he will make a mess in here” 
“Don’t worry about it, it’s enough space for him to not get bored” 
“At least you brought him his favorite toy and his crate is his little comfort place for now. I'm trying to transition him to sleep on his little bed but he doesn’t want to. I guess both Loki and Ade are being a bit rebellious with us” 
“Yeah, our kids are just looking for trouble-”
“Papai, I'm ready, tie shoes” 
“What do you say?”
“Pleaseee” he bent down to tie her shoes as she anxiously moved around. 
“Ok, let’s say goodbye to Loki” that’s what she was waiting for, for a chance to pet Loki one last time before school. 
The ride was fun, they sang a lot of Disney classics, with Rúben having no choice but to sing along. It was a short ride, that in just ten minutes they were hugging Ade goodbye, walking hand in hand back to the car. 
“This is nice”
“What amor?”
“This little routine, it’s so domestic” 
“I’m happy that you’re enjoying it” 
“I want to be clear Rúben, if we pack the essentials, it’s a big leap. It’s nice knowing that my toothbrush will belong in your home and yours in mine, but I don’t want yours to suddenly disappear and…” she wasn’t looking at him, the trees were more interesting than his hand on her thigh. 
“If it disappears it’s only because I will need a new one- amor you need to understand that I’m serious, waking up next to you in that hectic way was beautiful. I’ve never had that before, I’ve never enjoyed such a rushed kiss in my life. I was worried in the shower, but I still felt happy and content that you were somewhere in the house. I’m sure that us three- we still don’t feel comfortable in that home but when we’re together that seems to disappear. No matter where we are we will be ok, we will still love each other the same way. So pack dozens of underwear and other necessities because we will make a home anywhere” and although she was feeling the tip of her ears heat up, she was more calm, having no choice but to softly lay her hand on top of his. 
“Ok, I’ll pack” . Besides, she was the one that came up with the idea. 
“I was thinking that you should also pack for a few days off”
“Were you planning on going somewhere?” She was a bit confused, maybe he had a busy schedule and he wanted her to stay with Ade. 
“We have a busy month coming up, two matches every week and we have a week off next week. I was thinking of visiting Maddie. She’s finally settled and the twins can see other people now. I want her to meet you” 
“Ok- I’ll have to request time off. I’m sure they’ll let me since I never ask for much, but next week doesn’t give them a lot of notice” 
“If you can't, I completely understand-”
“But I’ll try ok, again I have some holidays that I never took” 
“Thank you amor” 
“I’ve never been to Portugal, so that’s fun”
“Will you be ok with meeting my family?” 
“Of course” was she a bit nervous? Yes because that’s just how humans react to strange situations or people. You allow the nerves to eat you alive until you’re face to face with that person and it dissolves into pure curiosity and tranquility. 
Like a new job, new day of school, or even parties can be magnets for anxiety to creep in. But she remembers that there’s nothing worse than being in an office getting a divorce and all that passes by.
Even getting married to Jace wasn’t as scary because then she wouldn’t be alone, for what she thought would be the rest of her life. 
A divorce was the opposite of that, the pit of her stomach was an empty and endless void of misery and doubt. Insecurities that were eating her away, questioning what she did wrong.
So she was sure that meeting his parents, ex-wife and whoever else he deemed important, wouldn't be as tough as being alone for the rest of her life. 
“They know about you, I mean I can’t shut up, I was encouraged to ask you officially because according to them you might find someone else better” 
“Better than you? Impossible” a happy grin of approval on his part.
“Based on what I told them, they are sure you’re the one” she didn’t know how to respond to that, should she utter a thank you? -An I hope to be? 
She didn’t want to sound insecure but was she the one?
“And just know that you are the one” he could see the scrunch of her nose from her profile, she was uncertain before he clarified himself. 
He knew that she was fragile and that it would take time, a fort and picnic wouldn't solve years of loneliness and abandonment, he had to give her more- more love than she could ever imagine. 
One squeeze to his hand and she went quiet, until they reached the senior center. As he put the car in park, she turned to cradle his cheeks, pulling him into a firm and hungry kiss.
He made a little noise of surprise and enjoyment at the same time, and although that only gave her more butterflies she couldn’t pull away, she wanted to hear and feel more.
They were, however, in a full parking space, where families and friends gathered to see their beautiful family members. So she pulled away, placing one soft kiss against his lips.
“I’ll see you after yeah?” His lips and tip of his nose were a bit rosy, hints of red adorned his beautiful face.
“I-I…what time should I pick you up?” Her face was one of pure enjoyment, enjoyment of seeing him flustered and honestly a bit speechless and delirious. 
“When do you get out?”
“Probably around four? Ivan will pick up Ade” 
“I’ll stay till four then, I have a few extra hours to pick up, if they give me the days” 
“You don’t have to, I mean, I can pick you up at home?”
“I’ll be fine, it’s not really working if you’re listening to their stories and gossip” a soft smile and he was back to being calm, she knew that he hated imposing on her routine, or anyone’s for that matter, but they had to get used to the idea of compromising and communicating. 
“Ok, I’ll be here at four, I love you”
“I love you too, be safe” their first ever goodbye kiss, it was painful but still beautiful because they would also get a ‘welcome home’ kiss- a bittersweet moment that was erased as she waved at him one last time. 
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Her boss signed and approved her days off faster than Jace when he signed the divorce papers. In this case it was encouraged by her, her boss was happy that she was taking some time to herself.
Susan was relieved that she took her advice and only asked for a little magnet as a souvenir, since she had never visited Portugal. 
She packed her bags and so did the Dias’s, Ade packed things that weren’t necessary prompting Rúben to pack for her like they originally planned. Ruben didn’t worry about his or Ade’s clothes for their visit to Portugal, so that was something less to worry about. 
That Sunday after his recovery session with his physio for some slight discomfort, he arrived at his home and she was already there. One because it would be easier to get to the airport and two to calm him down.
They hadn’t seen each other in  five days, she was just so busy with working extra hours  and worrying about Loki. Only for Ivan to offer his help, after Rúben mentioned their predicament. 
So when he arrived, she was comfortably talking with Ade and Ivan. He looked exhausted, it was noticeable because he hadn’t trimmed down his beard and his hair looked a bit disheveled, but his smile was still there. 
“Hey” Ade jumped to her feet, ready to hug him and although his back was hurting he still picked her up with a hushed complaint. 
“How was your day tesouro?” 
“Good, we played a lot” 
“How was your day amor?” he searched for her timid smile and when he motioned with his head to come give him a hug, she shily nuzzled into his side, receiving a kiss on her temple. 
“I’m so tired, but not too bad” 
She would always fear the reaction of others when she mentioned being tired. Why are you tired if I provide everything? That was Jace’s way of diminishing her value and self worth. 
“Does something hurt or do you need sleep?” Comfort and worry edged his voice. 
“Just sleep, are you feeling better?” 
“My back is killing me right now but I’ll be fine, I just need a break…” he finally saw Ivan’s teasing glint, it wasn’t malicious, he just looked happy for him “…Ivan, I see you’re familiar with Loki” he gently placed Ade down, without complaining to not cause worry. 
“Yeah very well behaved, I’ll start heading out- don’t want to take away some of your time from resting before the flight” Rúben nodded while Ade refused to let her uncle go, only because he was taking Loki. 
Both girls said their goodbye to the unbothered dog because he wasn’t a puppy anymore, but in their eyes he still was a baby. 
“Thank you Ivan for taking care of him” 
“Don’t worry, I love dogs” her worries were dismissed with a smile. Ade’s tears prompted a very awkward goodbye and while she stayed behind wiping her tears away, Rúben desperately needed a warm shower. 
“You’re just tired baby, want to take a nap before we leave” 
“Yes florzinha, please” 
“Come on then” Adeline found comfort in her arms, slowly letting sleep consume her with only the best of dreams. By the time they were in her room (the one that surprisingly was painted pink with a cute floral wallpaper) she was asleep. 
The hard task was tucking her in, but she was a deep sleeper because instantly she snuggled in. Now she only had to entertain herself, maybe by watching something that wasn’t Disney. 
She had a shower before stopping by and she had also made lunch, his cleaner left everything spotless; so she had an excuse to relax. 
“Was she also tired?” She leaned back after the biggest scare- watching as he approached her, very much shirtless and well put together.
“Rúben!” His chuckle was all she heard since he wasted no time rounding the corner of the sofa and almost breaking her neck with the passion of his lips. He had missed her and he couldn’t exactly kiss her in front of Ade and his brother, it was better to do so in their own bubble. 
“I missed you” 
“Did you? Couldn't tell” another kiss this one slower and way less spontaneous which meant more touching. She remained still however, she wasn’t uncomfortable or even lost. She just had no idea how to react and deal with the fact that he was shirtless. So very stiffly she placed her hands on his shoulder. 
The kiss wasn’t any different to previous ones, she had touched his chest and back, but now the contact would be different, there were no layers separating his warmth. She did not want to look inexperienced but years without contact made her flustered and scared. 
“You ok, what’s wrong?” 
“You-you’re shirtless” she squeaked in a rushed breath, he looked down following her line of vision. Taking into account the stiff and uncertain arms on his shoulders. 
Gently grabbing her hand he guided her to touch him- to feel him in the most intimate way. The touch was intense and innocent in a way, and although he was reacting to her touch, their surroundings weren’t the most appropriate. 
So one more kiss, this one more freely, he was able to finally reassure her, a bit breathless but still very clear “you can touch me whenever you want, ok?” 
“I know- I was trying to get over the shock of seeing you shirtless” he was cocky she knew it too, but it was the truth given her circumstances and lack of affection from all the previous years. 
“Sorry” 
“I never said it was a bad thing” 
“Shouldn’t be, but again I want you to feel safe with me and…”
“And I feel safe, just a bit shy after seeing you like this” 
“Makes me feel better after you made me look for your underwear” 
“That’s nothing compared to the shock of touching your abs…”
“ I’ll take that as a compliment then” she finally cracked a soft laugh.
“You’re an athlete, while I’m a pretty but normal person, so I have to get used to seeing how breathtaking you are” 
“just know that ‘normal’ people are also beautiful- you’re breathtaking, I know so because my breath hitches every time I see you, my stomach flips with the anticipation of kissing you or having you in my arms”
“You haven’t seen me topless yet?” He looked down at her covered breasts, imagining a bit. She had to clear her throat to make him look at her blown eyes. 
“Do you want me to get a heart attack?”
“Won't be my intention” he pulled her into his arms, where she comfortably snuggled closer to him- laying on his chest. 
“But seriously amor, I’m fully yours” she kissed his exposed skin. 
“I don’t doubt it, I’m fully yours as well…touch my bum” 
“What?” A nervous laugh, he didn’t know what to say as he wasn’t expecting that. 
“I mean when you reach for me or pull me in, your hand automatically goes right to the curve of my bum, and you flinch away like I burn you, so touch my bum” 
“Ok kiss me and I’ll touch your bum, you rarely initiate a kiss and when you do they always surprise me” that was her little push of confidence, her fingers trailing away, exploring his chest. 
His breathing increased and to not embarrass himself he kissed her, and just like she asked, he touched her bum, her little jolt was the reaction he was looking for. She was enjoying the moment with him. Rúben having to silence their moans and her getting lost in his touch, that in no time she was on top of him. 
“Did you touch my bum?” She breathlessly teased, taking note of his red lips.
“You asked me too!” Rúben’s face was bright red, he didn’t know how to be less excited, his smirk gave him away. 
“I know and I like that you kept your word” 
“Yeah I have to make you happy” 
“Are you happy?”
“Of course I am, like really happy- just don’t move” 
“Why?-oh” now she was aware, growing very hot and flustered- she couldn’t speak and embarrassing him was never her intention, seeing as his face was bright red.
“You have to understand amor, that just a touch from you is quite powerful and I’m being very honest here saying that it’s been a long minute since I’ve been this close to a girl…” a quick kiss interrupted his rambling. 
“I’m not judging baby, I’m glad that I get that reaction from you” 
“Feels good being the cocky one huh? Enjoy it for a bit” he winked, but she wouldn't shy away, seeing as he was in a much vulnerable state.
“Yes, your rosy nose is adorable…” his sly smile disappeared with one of concern when they heard little steps descending from the stairs.
Making her jump off him, she was allowing Rúben to get a breather and mentally prepare himself to relax. She took Ade into her arms, helping her feel more oriented with her surroundings, since the sleep was still very much present. 
“Had a good nap baby?” Gently rubbing her back to soothe her a bit, since she clearly was upset. 
“Yes, still sleepy” she only slept for one hour, enough to make a toddler very grumpy. 
“I know baby but we have to get ready soon” 
“Where’s pa?” She looked around and Ruben was not in the room. 
“He’s probably in the kitchen, you want a snack?” She only nodded, too tired to do anything else but rub her eyes. Rúben was already sitting and eating some fruit that she previously left already cut. 
“I left some fruit for Ade to eat” his face was still flushed as she looked at him with a soft smile. 
“You want fruit querida?” 
“Yes please” she tried to set her down, but she refused to leave her arms. Toddlers when sleepy, only craved cuddles and who was she to deny her that affection. 
“Ok we’ll eat together yeah?” She didn’t want fruit but if a child hands you food, you have no choice but to eat it. 
“When do we need to leave?”
“Before seven, I can’t lose the flight” although he was used to flying, everything was organized for him, on the rare occasions that he had to plan a trip he let anxiety get in the way. 
“Are you an airport dad?” 
“What exactly is that?” A teasing smile adorned her lips. 
“basically you have to be on time and in charge of the traveling schedule, oftentimes becoming grumpy”
“I suppose, so we have to leave in about twenty minutes, I’ll call the car soon” she was laughing at Ade’s attempt to feed her an apple, according to Rúben she really hated apples. 
“Eat at least one slice, it’s super thin querida” 
“Pick one for me?” She grabbed the thinnest slice for her. While Rúben couldn't help but melt at their cute interactions. The way they kept talking in hushed voices giggling away and he had no clue why, they had developed their own language.
“What’s so funny?” 
“Nothing papai, only girls” they looked at each other with amused eyes, but she agreed with Ade. 
“Can’t argue with her- ok tesouro, let’s go get you dressed” 
“I’ll do it, have to fix her hair as well”
“You don’t need to get ready?”
“No I’m wearing pretty comfy clothes, my luggage is by the door” 
“Ours is too, just grabbing last minute toiletries and chargers…”
“Can you put my phone in your pockets for now I don’t want to leave it behind” he took her phone as she got up with Ade.
“Of course, I’ll go put on a shirt, check the doors and call the car—”
The issue was waiting for the car with a restless child, she was kicking and squirming as Rúben held her. She was already bored and they had a long way to go. 
“Adeline, please stop amor, you’re hurting me” 
With the mention that she was hurting her father, she stopped. She had noticed his way of parenting being gentle, yet his stern voice could be considered strict to wandering ears. 
His words were sweet but his tone couldn't really justify his words, at least to others because Adeline seemed to understand and respect her father. 
“Sorry papai, I’m just sleepy” 
“I know amor, but you have to stay up” he needed her to walk on her own, until they were waiting to board the plane, after that she could sleep, and besides he couldn’t mess up her bedtime. 
It was hectic getting in the car, Ade was still grumpy and as she sat in the middle seat, tucked into her florzinha’s side, she was battling sleep. She kept a light conversation with her, the airport wasn’t that far and so far her little eyes were wider. 
Which helped a lot with keeping up with Ruben’s long strides as they maneuvered around. Her little hand tightly wrapped around her hand, jogging as they giggled at Ruben’s stressed murmurs. Of course they made it on time, with enough time to spare. 
The actual flight went smoothly, a few bathroom trips and a knocked out Rúben who took the window seat. He had a busy day, so those three hours allowed him to rest. While Ade was nicely tucked in to her side yet again. 
They finally reached Lisbon at midnight, getting the luggage was no struggle for him, since they only had her clothes, and two carry ons. She carried Ade with so much care, murmuring silently when she stirred awake. 
“My father will be here soon” 
“Ok” 
“Did you get some rest?” 
“I was awake for the whole flight, had to look out for the both of you…” he winced a bit, because that was his job, to look after them. 
“…and don’t apologize, you were tired ok” 
“Well at least you will get some sleep once we get home” 
“Yeah, i'll probably won’t even make it to the bed” 
“-that’s my dad are you ready?” 
“Of course” with a tiny forced smile she followed Rúben, who was currently being hugged by his dad. They moved on to set their luggage in the boot of the car. 
That’s when his father approached her with a kind and polite smile. Extending his hand while introducing himself, she managed to match the tight hold while carrying Ade. 
Ruben made sure that she was buckled in, with a sleeping Ade, but so far they were in the clear with Ade waking up. The whole ride to his home was a quiet conversation between father and son, all in Portuguese…eventually lulling her into a brief nap. 
“Amor? We’re here…you can hand me Adeline” she only nodded, completely lost. He still waited for her to grab his hand. 
“Obrigado pai” 
“I’ll see you all soon”  
“Claro pai” another shake to her hand, in which she responded with a “Lovely meeting you” she was too tired to be nervous, making the whole exchange less intimidating. 
“You can look around ok love? I’ll tuck her in” she was already aimlessly looking around his more luxurious home. Bigger than his other residence, probably loving more the idea of retiring here. 
She had made her way to his-their bedroom, carrying all her stuff. She heard quiet murmurs from Adeline’s bedroom, she probably woke up and it’s taking him a while to get her to fall asleep again.
 By the time she was finished with her quick shower, he was already snuggling in the covers. Observing her every move, admiring her beauty. 
In his arms they spoke a bit, needing to catch up after their busy day. “You like the home?” 
“Yes, it’s beautiful, very modern and big” 
“ I plan on living here after my career is finished, do you like it?” He repeated the question again, wanting to know if she would see herself living here, that’s all he was worried about. 
“Baby? I already said it was beautiful…”
“But do you see yourself living here?” 
“Of course- I didn’t see much because I fell asleep but I’m sure the outside of this home is just as nice, remember we said that everywhere was home as long as we're together?” 
“ I’m just not sure we have the same taste in decorations or lack of” 
“I guess I like a bit of clutter, little trinkets here and there, like to be surrounded by stuff and you don't, which I completely understand” she didn’t consider herself a hoarder, she just liked an eclectic way of living. 
If she liked a gold frame with a little frog she would nail it to her wall, a funky pillow design on her sofa, millions of little plates and cups and of course the little figurines that she couldn’t live without. 
She was diverse, and although she liked his calm way of living, she wanted splashes of color. That was something that they didn’t have in common. 
“I guess that when you’re ready to move in with me, you will have to take over” 
“Not necessarily, there’s a lot of people that need furniture, as long as my trinkets are fine and I have a room, which I can turn into my office I will be happy” 
“There’s six rooms in the house, so that won’t be a problem” 
“What about Manchester?” 
“My contract ends in two years, I’m hopeful that Benfica will have me back” 
“Well let’s hope yeah, because I like it here, you’re close to your family” 
“I can see us expanding our family here” she smiled at the hope that he possessed, that’s what she needed someone to reassure her that a baby was possible. 
“Yesterday, I talked to my doctor about the possibility of having a baby” His eyes lit up with the mention of her wanting a baby with him. 
“Was it the same doctor?” 
“No, I looked into another one, wanted a different opinion. She gave me a diet, just because my nutrients weren’t enough and she asked about birth control, if I wanted to take it- it’s been years, so I told her no, instead she gave me a lot of vitamin recommendations. She wants me-us to try naturally before treatments, she’s positive that since I’m in a way healthier relationship, I won’t have issues” 
“I think this question is important amor- do you want to start trying right away? I mean we haven’t had sex yet, but I think I should start learning how to please you first and then babies? I want to know what you like and how I can make you comfortable” she was burning with embarrassment but also excitement in a way, no one had ever been so adamant about wanting to make the experience enjoyable for her. 
“Not a baby right away, I want us to enjoy the feeling of our love first” she allowed him to finish her thought. 
“Perfect, but when can we start?” He had a sly smile and she couldn’t help but laugh at his sparkling face, filled with excitement. 
“Definitely not today because I’m too tired, but just know that I’m ready” a soft kiss was placed on her lips. 
“What happened in the evening was completely unexpected…” They were a bit flustered and awkward for a few minutes afterwards and she didn’t want that to be an occurrence. 
“It’s ok baby, I’m just shy, first times are always tough for me, remember our first kiss? I was so nervous but you made me feel better. It’s just hard being vulnerable or exposed the first time and you happened to get a bit-” he chuckled at her teasing but still shy tone.
“Turned on?” 
“Yes, but I’m not judging, because yours was noticeable”
“I fear it will always be noticeable” 
“I guess men do have a few problems…” 
“Hush, because you sort of said that you also were turned on” Their giggles were mixing in with the quiet of the night. 
“Yes, but you can’t really tell” 
“But I will…and I’ll make it very special for us amor, just wait and see, you won’t even have time to question your beauty because I will be reminding you how gorgeous you are, every sound and reaction will be a huge tell” 
“I trust you to love every part of me”
“And I trust you amor, love all of me?” 
“Always” 
————
Their morning was filled with kisses and hushed giggles, until Ade walked in to demand breakfast. A new conversation was in the works to teach her about knocking before entering their room, but for the time being there was no worries. 
She made pancakes. According to his father, his mum had done some shopping for him. All to ensure that her granddaughter would be fed. He kept his promise and ate pancakes. 
“What plans do we have today?” They were dressed and ready to start their day. 
“Maddie invited us for a barbecue or what we call here churrasco, she’s very excited” 
“Sounds lovely the sun is shining beautifully for a barbecue”
“Yeah, she’s always liked nature, which is part of the reason she hated Manchester. She missed the sun” she never minded the weather in Manchester, it was inconvenient at times, but it wasn’t as bad. 
“Do we need to head out now?”
“Yes, we’ll stop by for some cake” 
In the car they noticed Adeline’s serious face, she didn’t sing and she didn’t pretend to be happy, again kids were very honest, their expressions very easy to read. 
“Sweetie, are you excited to see your siblings?” 
“I guess” a tiny shrug with a bit of sass
“Adeline what’s wrong?”
“Nothing pai”- pai not papai so something was very wrong. 
“Come on tesouro, are you scared that mamãe won’t let you stay with me?” She slowly lifted her head, nodding. 
“Yes, she’ll be sad or mad” 
“I know amor, but she’ll understand ok, if she wants to be mad, then she can be mad at me ok? I’ll talk to her don’t worry” 
“You promise?” Usually he never promised her anything, he liked to keep his word, but he never wanted to bring false hope to his daughter or to anyone really. 
“I promise babê” they arrived at a very cute bakery, as he went in to pick a chocolate cake per their request, Ade was asking very curious questions. 
“Florzinha?” 
“Yeah love?” 
“Do you think my babies will love me?” 
“Of course baby, they are super happy that they have a big sister and they just know you’re the best” 
“But how do they know?” 
“They know because you share a bond of love with them” she nodded along pretending to understand. 
“Will I have other siblings?”
“Yeah, if your mamãe…”
“No, papai and you?” Coughing and clearing her throat will be her excuse to avoid the subject, but she couldn’t fool the four year old. 
“Eventually yes, querida” 
“Why not now?”
“You have to plan for babies” more questions were circling her little brain, the scrunch of her nose meant that she was deep in thought. 
“Why?” 
“You can ask your papai, ok? Look he’s coming” she was sorry that Ruben had to deal with the baby talk. 
He handed her the cake “looks good huh?” 
“Yes, it looks very yummy- what do you think Ade?” Changing the conversation might help. But she only seems to hum in approval. 
“Papai, why do you have to plan for babies?” He nervously laughed at her question, looking at her for some help, but she shook her head. 
“Babies need to be made with lots of love first and then…”
“But if you love Florzinha, shouldn’t a baby just appear…” 
“Th-this is different baby, more love is required” he was trying to explain in the best way possible, but his unsure face was creating more questions than answers. 
“I’m confused papai? mamãe had a big belly. How did they get in there?” 
“You were also in mummy’s belly, we loved each other so much that together we decided to have you tesouro, all with love ok?” 
“Ok- I want more babies” 
“What?” His face was already red, he couldn't possibly explain something so complex to a toddler. Especially when his daughter was very intelligent and interested in a topic. 
“She means siblings Rúben” he flashed her a grin, one that she only saw. 
“It takes time baby…”
“That’s what florzinha said, I will ask mamãe because you don’t know” with a frustrated but cute sigh she went back to playing with her dolls. 
“Ok amor, you can do that” he will leave it to Maddie, and knowing her she’ll be even worse at explaining. 
After that it got quiet, not allowing Adeline to ask any more curious questions. Ruben’s smile never left his face, he was simply eager. 
“We’re here…look mamãe is over there Ade” 
“I see her!” That excitement made her smile the pure emotion of loving your mother so much. She knew how Adeline was feeling, a mix of yearning and sadness of not seeing her mother in so long, but she had no motherly instinct to relate to Maddie, how was she feeling?
“Wait ok-” but Adeline didn’t have to wait, Maddie rushed over to hug her, opening the door so dramatically and attacking Adeline with kisses. Creating a mix of giggles from Adeline and soft laughter from Rúben. 
She however just observed the love through the rearview mirror “meu amor, eu senti tanto a sua falta” 
“Senti tanto a sua falta mamãe” one more exaggerated kiss and Adeline was free from her car seat ready to go and hug Rodrigo. 
She cautiously got out of the car after Rúben appeared out of nowhere, she had spaced out for a bit. But there was Maddie with the warmest of smiles, pulling her for a long hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you-.” They had spoken briefly in many phone calls thanks to Adeline’s need to include her in their conversation, so they weren’t strangers. 
“It’s lovely to finally meet you in person, thank you” 
“This is Rodrigo, my husband” 
“Nice to meet you” a firm handshake, nothing more. While Rúben also received warm hugs from Maddie and Rodrigo, they were even joking already. 
Adeline’s shrieks were loud, two cute babies were in their little bassinets. “Papai, can I give them my present?” 
“Of course tesouro, I’ll go get it” Adeline had insisted on giving her siblings a stuffed animal, one a zebra and the other a lion. She had a cute elephant that she couldn’t live without, and she wanted her siblings to have the same comfort as her. 
“Look mamãe, aren’t they adorable” 
“They are beautiful, you all will match” she nodded as she turned to look at her florzinha, gently grabbing her finger to lead her to the babies. 
“Look Florzinha, this is Pilar and Rodri aren’t they cute” 
“They are so so cute” 
“They don’t look like me, they all have yellow hair like Rodri” they all chuckled at her observations. 
“That’s right, but you have hair like your Mamãe” Maddie had beautiful long and straight brown hair, with a few highlights, but the thinnest was similar to Adeline’s. 
“Mamãe can I carry Pilar?” 
“Yes baby, sit on the couch” Maddie had a stronger but still beautiful accent.
Rúben was now talking quietly with Rodrigo, probably about football seeing as he was moving his arms around very passionately. “Do you want to carry Rodri?” 
“If you let me?” 
“Of course, you’re part of the family” 
“Can I wash my hands before?” Maddie led her to the bathroom where she quickly washed her hands. Soon after she was cradling the tiny infant. Maddie took a few pictures of Ade and Pilar, ushering Rodri to get in the picture. 
The slight cooing and silly smile she had on her face were driving Rúben insane, there was anticipation in his heart of what they could start building.
 He remembers the beauty of having a baby, the sleepless nights and many anxious moments, but he wanted to share that with her, but this time more involved. 
The look he was giving her was complete baby fever, his eyes were shining, Maddie and Rodrigo could see how lovesick he was. 
“Do you want a family picture with Ade?” 
“Yes that will be lovely please” they all looked happy, big smiles everywhere. The baby was nicely placed in his fathers arms as she took the picture. Would there be a disaster after Rubén tells Maddie that Adeline wants to stay with him? 
While Rodrigo stayed to monitor Adeline and she was left swaddling baby Pilar, Ruben took maddie into the kitchen and she really didn’t want to be worried, but she saw how Adeline flicked her head towards them, the furrow of her eyebrows was a sign that she knew that her mamãe might be upset with her. 
“Maddie, one night Adeline was upset that you can leave someone despite loving them, she was referring to us separating and the need for me to stay forever with my girlfriend all to ensure that she would never leave her. But she was just upset that she wanted to stay with me and that it might make you sad, because she really does love you” the last sentence was said in a rush, but Maddie was able to comprehend. 
“She wants to stay in Manchester?” 
“Yes, but it will be for only two years, after my contract ends I will return here, are you mad?” She shook head, her eyes were glossy with unwanted tears, but she remained strong. 
“I know she wants to live with you, and I’m completely ok with that, I have a few concerns though?” 
“Of course”
“I really like your girlfriend. She is sweet and great with Adeline, but I don’t want her to suddenly leave. She's a part of Ade now and I’ll feel better if I know that it’s serious and long lasting…” 
“I’ve talked to her about this same issue and she reassured me that it won’t happen- you can talk to her ok-” she brought her hand up trying to pause his explanation, she needed to finish voicing her thoughts, 
“…And I’m also afraid that you will push her away, if my daughter gets hurt and it’s your fault, I will want her back with me, understood? I do think that she’s a great addition to our family and I could see the happiness that radiates from you, but don’t hurt her because ultimately you will hurt my daughter” 
He knew that Maddie meant well, she was not only concerned about Adeline but also worried about his girlfriend. The effects of separation were horrible and they didn’t want that to happen again. Maddie didn’t want him to repeat his past mistakes. 
“I promise I won’t hurt her, I’m really in love Maddie, but please speak with her as well, just like I spoke with Rodrigo, I saw the good in him, just like you’re seeing her kindness”
“I already like her, if she loves my daughter there won’t be a problem, but please don’t let Ade call her mãe or mum” 
“I won’t Maddie, I’m sure she wouldn’t like it either, she respects us and our level of maturity, just like Rodrigo” 
“Ok, so all summer she will be with me, correct? Except the few weeks that you’re off, since it’s your only free time” 
“Yes, you have her Christmas break, since I’ll be here regardless or I can arrange something so we can be together, but summer is all yours” 
“Do you think she’s jealous”
“I think she was for a bit, but she seems to be obsessed now, so definitely not jealous. She’s becoming sassy and more stubborn, but I know it was the stress of the move and culture shock, but I never asked why she wanted to stay with me, just that she missed me?”
“Ok, but please call me everyday?”
“Like usual, I will- thank you”
“You don’t have to thank me, I had her for three years and now she wants to be with you, it’s fine- but can she stay over today?” 
“Sure- I think she loves her siblings” he was hearing all the giggles and her impromptu ‘look!’ Every time the baby did something cute. They approached a very happy Adeline. 
“Do you want to carry Pilar?” He approached his girlfriend, who gave him the most curious of looks- he only had to smile to let her know that everything was fine. 
“Yeah” he took her from her arms, she had a similar face shape as Adeline and he couldn’t help but get emotional. 
“She’s beautiful-” it was her turn to get baby fever- seeing Rúben carrying that tiny baby. Of course he was gentle and loving with Adeline, but this was a new look.
With Adeline he seemed to comfort her with words rather than hugs, and for the time being that was working for Adeline, she only hugged you when she wanted to- boundaries were always considered, especially when she knew she did something wrong she would ask for hugs. 
“Papai, I'm staying with mamãe today? But you won’t leave right?” 
“I won’t leave, I'll pick you up ok? You will stay tonight because your grandma Marta wants to see you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up before dinner” 
“Ok, I’m hungry, Rodri?” Rodrigo was a chef, he spent most of his time looking up recipes and trying them first for his family. 
“Adeline, please tesouro ask nicely” he did not want Maddie to question his parenting, of course you can’t control a child’s behavior, but he really wants her to learn manners and for the most part she’s polite. 
“How can I say it nicely, papai?” She shrugged her little shoulders, pouting a bit due to her frustration in not being able to form a coherent sentence. 
“You can say, Rodri, what are we having for lunch or Rodri, when are we having lunch because I’m hungry? And after he tells you, you say thank you” she nodded as she repeated his instructions, not forgetting about the thank you. 
Everyone was eating comfortably while the babies slept, they were listening to Adeline’s creative stories as well as taking turns talking about their jobs. 
Adeline was growing impatient with the adult talk, so she very nicely, with a pretty please, asked to play football, of course Rúben and Rodrigo joined her- leaving her alone with Maddie. 
“Do you need help with the dishes?- you know what, I’ll wash them” 
“No seriously, you don’t have to do that darling” 
“We’ll have dessert soon and it’s better to help with dishes before there’s more, please” 
“Fine but I’ll help you” they both laughed softly because they were both trying to be cordial, but it was of course failing. 
“Ok, let’s go wash these dishes together” at first the conversation flowed smoothly, a lot of stupid celebrity gossip that didn’t bring anything important to their life’s and of course speaking about Adeline. 
“I just want to say that I’m glad Rúben found the right girl, you’re perfect for him. Before you, his eyes held such sadness and now they're bright- he’s happy and if he’s happy then Adeline is. She wants to stay with him and I know that she’ll have even more comfort with you in her life. She is filled with love in every corner  of her little world, but if there’s ever a time where you want to leave Rúben, please keep in mind that my daughter is part of your life. I doubt that you’ll hurt her, you’re special to her, you make her happy as well as her father and that’s all I want- happiness for everyone”
“Thank you Maddie, I think that Ruben and I needed to find each other. We both were a bit lost and thanks to Ade we found each other. I wouldn’t dream of hurting her or him for that matter. I dreamt of having this amount of stability in my life and I want to keep it that way. I really love your daughter and I’ll take care of her” 
“Also I-I told the same thing to Rúben but if she ever slips and calls you mum or anything like that…” her face was getting rosy, she couldn’t finish her sentence due to her embarrassment. 
“I will correct her, don’t worry. I’m her florzinha and I love that” 
“Thank you…” that was it, nothing more needed to be said. There was maturity involved in their conversations, healthy communication was better for keeping and protecting relationships for the long term.
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On the drive home they basked in the silence for a while, until he broke the silence when they were pulling into his driveway “You looked really beautiful holding the babies” 
“They are so cute” 
“I missed that stage for the most part. I was only able to see her for a few hours each week-” she saw how he tensed up, how the lack of time with baby Adeline affected their bond and ultimately ruined his marriage. “…I don’t want that to happen again, me leaving- missing so much of her life and yours as well- the pregnancy” 
“You were younger then, had more playing time and more responsibility…”
“Yes, but I almost missed her birth. Maddie was so upset and I don’t want to repeat those mistakes- I really don’t”  she didn’t know how to feel, it sounded like she was a replacement, but of course she wasn’t, but why was she feeling panicky?
“You want to try again with me, without knowing if you’re serious?” She doesn't even know why she said it? The hurt version of the woman she was before Ruben appeared again and she hated every second of it. 
“What?” She was really twisting his words. 
“I’m like Maddie’s replacement…”
“You’re kidding right?” He was being really vulnerable and she was looking for something else. 
“You want a family but you’re not sure if we’ll be your priority- eventually I’ll be left alone like Maddie. Is that what you’re saying?” 
“Of course not? I-I just want to fix what I did wrong…”
“It just sounds like I’m being used” he scoffed, offended with the way she was pushing her insecurities towards him. Even he was believing her at the moment, was he really using her? Of course he wasn’t, but the hurt from years ago was reappearing. 
“I want to start over amor- that’s what it means. I want a life with you and of course I’m happy with you and completely in love- and I hate that you’re doubting me, my priorities are Adeline and you. Have I not been clear? I’m so confused” his voice cracked a bit, their first argument and they weren’t even yelling. He was explaining himself and she shut down, trapping him on the way towards her darkness. 
“I’m sorry…” her voice was small- she was feeling small. She felt dismissed, and it wasn’t necessarily his fault- it really wasn’t. 
“Don’t apologize, tell me what you’re feeling because I don’t understand.” She realized that Rúben wouldn’t leave her alone if she didn’t explain herself- she was the one rejecting him and she knew it. 
“ ok- I’ll give you time to think” a tired sigh left his lips- 
Was he tired of hearing her complain? 
Tired of being her emotional support? 
Or just tired of all her insecurities? 
And there it was, she was afraid of always needing him for stability- if he was doubting his presence in their future, Adeline included, will she eventually have no one? But yet again she was wrong. 
“Are you tired of me?”
“No, I’m not” A clear and confident no- there shouldn’t be any other argument but she was different, her mind wasn’t familiar with clear or confident. 
“Your sigh told me something different”
“Amor? I’m giving you time to gather your feelings so I can listen to you and solve them together. I’m not angry or upset-”
“You sound disappointed” 
“Maybe I am, but only with myself. I think I’m not doing a good job in reassuring you. I want everything with you and I’m working on my schedule- I want to be involved in everything…”
“You might not be tired now, but eventually you will be…I will always depend on you for emotional support and you will be tired” 
“Then let me decide- what if I want to be tired? You’re not a baggage or an inconvenience for me. I want to be the man of your dreams- go above expectations because you’re simply too good for this world. So I will repeat myself- it’s a privilege having and creating a family with you and I’m confident that I’ll continue loving you, for as long as you’ll let me. It’s ok to be angry- but you have to talk to me? Don’t spare my feelings, we’ve talked about this amor, don’t you remember?” His frustration was growing, but she appreciated his calmness. 
“ I do remember- I told you that I wanted you to love me…and you are providing all the love that you could possibly give, but I panicked. I guess I didn’t consider your own insecurities of being hurt just like me. You broke down and I wasn’t able to provide the same level of comfort that you always selflessly give me. So I’m sorry, I’ll be better” he finally held her hands, kissing them softly, and there he was selflessly giving comfort. 
“I’m sorry amor, I realized that I haven’t emotionally opened up as much, I wanted to look strong for you and now I know that my insecurities you’ve never fully heard”
“But I understand them, I’ll protect you from now on, I guess I feel like I don’t give you as much as you give me” 
He understood her, that’s how he felt with Maddie. Like she gave him everything and him nothing in return, but that relationship failed with the concept of honesty and trust. 
Their love story was different, it began with pure honesty and raw emotion and that’s how he knew that they would have a good life. Trusting each other with the good and the bad.  
“You give me just what I need, your love and from now on I’ll give you my worries” relief flooded her lungs-she could finally breathe. 
“Please do, I don’t want to feel this panic of not being able to comfort you ever again” 
“Come here…” she felt safe in his embrace and she was sure that he felt the same way “…I love you”
“I love you too…” and that kiss that they shared after their first argument started a new beginning. 
In every love story there’s always a new beginning, a new purpose, and a new reality. Love could be considered a perfect illusion, but there’s also ups and downs. A few seconds ago she experienced the extent of his darkness and although she freaked out for a moment, they reached that point where their darkness created light and no one else could dim them, not even the ghosts of her past. 
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a/n: Sorry for the delay amores, but I hope the 9k words made up for my absence. The next part will be longer since it’s the end. It will be packed with everything from fluff to angst and maybe even some smut. I still haven’t fully finished writing it, because I was planning a trip to Mexico and that just disrupted my routine, so if I don’t post it next Saturday, just know that I’m extremely sorry since I will be visiting my family. Lots of love- Nat ❤️ (don’t be afraid to ask for updates on this story or my future plans for other fics- I’m hoping February is better for my creativity and motivation.
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Chapter 5 - These Wounds, They Will Not Heal {TLTGYA - Post-TVA!Loki x OFC Longfic}
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Pairing : Post-TVA!Loki x Oliviette (OFC)
Chapter Summary : Loki has a terrible nightmare. When he awakens, he realizes his cellmate has escaped and left him behind.
Chapter W/c : 2.9k words
Chapter Tags / Content : Angst. So much angst. I'm not sorry.
Author's Note : Posting this over a month after the previous chapter - better late than never, right? 😅
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The hallways were endless, as they always were. Cold, uncaring, and almost sterile in their inconsideration of what was necessary or kind. The floors and walls shifted under the rumbling echoes of a structure being ripped to shreds. Door after door, and trap after trap, Loki’s legs pumped harder and faster as he desperately searched for a way out. 
He’d been here a thousand times, and each trip was worse than the one before. The panicked voices of strangers were haunting and fleeting, drifting inside through his ear drums and lodging themselves in his chest. They grabbed at him as he hurried past, pulling at his tie, his shirt, the harness around his back - begging him to help, and screaming at him to leave them alone. 
Because it was his fault. It was always his fault. 
Loki turned the corner and encountered another mob of victims, and they bared their teeth as they lunged for him. His eyes widened as he backed away, and his hands raised in surrender; he didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to be left alone. He wanted what they wanted, and he was willing to give it to them if only he knew how. But they’d cornered him again, his back was pressed hard against the wall, and he didn’t know what else to do. 
Two sets of bloodied hands grabbed him, their mangled claws digging into his wrists as they immobilized him against the wall. Loki cried out as their mangled faces twisted in rage and fear, and their response was a deep, horrifying hiss. “You did this! And we didn’t deserve it…”
Loki had never seen this particular group of people before, but he didn’t disagree with their claim, that he had somehow destroyed their lives - he just didn’t know which of his mistakes had led to their specific demise.
They looked like regular people - the man on his left wore a business suit with his hair slicked back, and the woman on his right wore a lab coat and light teal scrubs. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and they were just regular people. What had he done to - 
Their eyes shifted to black and their touch began to burn his flesh, and that was when Loki realized they were from New York City. He had seen them after all, he’d seen all of them in the chaos and the panic and the crumbling buildings and the alien army raining hellfire down from the skies. He’d seen them, and he’d killed every single one of them. 
Loki’s voice choked in his throat, and his chest heaved, desperately willing enough oxygen to reach his muscles as he struggled to break free. But their grip was strong, and their will was unrelenting as they began to drag him away. 
The people he’d murdered back in New York City pulled him through the hallways of the decaying TVA, taunting him with voices as calm and flat as the polished, shiny marble beneath his feet. 
“You deserve this,” the business man snarled. 
“Were you expecting to get away with it?” the doctor seethed. 
They both had a point - one that not even a God of Mischief, especially one as broken and exhausted as he was, could argue with. And so Loki stopped resisting; he let go of choice and consented to whatever they were going to do to him. His muscles relaxed, and he let his eyelids drift closed. He accepted this as being exactly what he deserved. 
You can’t…
The voice was faint, light, oddly familiar. But he knew it didn’t belong to any of his captors - his victims - and therefore, the voice didn’t matter at all. Loki felt them turn another corner, pulling him along with absolutely zero muscle tension in his body or resistance in his heart. It was bitterly cold in this hallway, and his breath froze in lungs. 
His victims tossed him to the ground and Loki landed hard, the sound of crunching sound barely audible above the howling wind whipping across his skin. “You stooped down to the Allfather’s level, believing that forsaking your own would grant you his precious love…”
Loki’s eyes flew open, and he scrambled away, kicking up snow and shuddering in fear as the mortals from New York City transformed into the Frost Giants of Jotunnheim. His actual father, Laufey, the King of Jotunnheim, stepped forward and crouched down before him. “Tell me…how did that turn out for you?” 
The other Frost Giants snarled and hissed their disappointment towards Loki, and ice blades formed along the lengths of their forearms to encapsulate their hands. Loki quickly rose to his feet, as if muscle memory, and his fingers twitched to summon his daggers, as if the urge to destroy his kin had been etched directly onto his bones - woven into the fibers of his muscles, and seared painfully onto his skin. 
You can’t go back…
But nothing happened. His magic was gone. He was helpless, trapped by the Frost Giants in front of him and nothing but a sharp cliff that led to a pit of darkness behind him. Nothingness. Emptiness. As Loki’s breath faltered, he heard Laufey chuckle - a low, hauntingly slow sound.
“Well? Was it worth it, boy?”
Loki swallowed hard as a tear rolled down his cheek, and it quickly froze to his skin. The winds rose up from the darkness and rolled over the cliff, beckoning him to let go, to give in, to let it consume him. Wasn’t nothingness preferable to this? 
His blood lunged forward, and Loki let himself go. His body was weightless as he fell, and the cold, piercing winds quickly drowned out the growls of protests from the Frost Giants. He didn’t know how long it was to the bottom, and he didn’t really care; the dim light of Jotunnheim disappeared, and there was nothing in that cavern to bring comfort as he descended. This was what he deserved. 
You can’t go back to hiding in the shadows…
There was that voice again, and with it, a speck of light. Even as he went crashing down, the glimmer grew above him, larger and wider, and shades of crimson flickered across his eyes. The harsh winds dissipated, and instead of shattering upon impact, Loki found himself lying on a large, inviting, cozy bed.
He’d never seen it before, and yet, it was his. The sheets, bright and emerald, were the softest and warmest he’d ever felt - even more than the ones he’d taken for granted back on Asgard. The pillows cradling his head were soft and accepting, and the room was bathed in dancing candlelight. 
Curtains of pale amber swayed in the gentle evening breeze from the open veranda doors, and Loki’s heart slowed to a serene rhythm. One by one his muscles relaxed, and he let out a gentle exhale as he finally let go of everything that had always been weighing him down. 
“Didn’t you hear me, Loki?”
His brow furrowed, and he cautiously leaned forward to look upon a mysterious figure on the opposite side of the grand bedroom. Her face was obscured by shadow, and delicate fingers languidly ran through her long, scarlet hair as she approached his bedside. 
Loki had no idea who she was or what she was talking about, but he felt compelled to reach for her. The woman moved closer, and even though he still couldn’t make out her face, he could feel her smiling at him. She was safe, she was familiar, she was something better than home - she was where he belonged. 
Before he could even question the feeling, Loki reached out for her; and to his surprise, she gladly took hold of his hand. Her skin, delicate and demulcent, was a nourishing balm to his soul; he knew that touch, he knew her, and as she leaned down to softly whisper, his breath caught in his throat. 
“I said - how could you possibly find respite in a place like this?”
Loki blinked, and in an instant, she was gone. The musk of the dungeon cell returned, and with it, the familiar cold sweat that frequently accompanied his nightmares. Harsh stone replaced the rich and comforting sheets, and the dreary atmosphere returned to his bones. He shifted uncomfortably on the floor, muscles straining in agony, and pushed himself up to sitting, shuddering and wrought with tension. 
He was well acquainted with the horrors of sleep, but this one had been different. Never before had his nightmares transformed into something comforting, where he could be free and at peace. That had scared him more than anything else ever had, and now it was gone. She was gone. 
Loki shivered, trying to recall the dream before it inevitably faded away. The woman’s face was blurred, as if his subconscious didn’t want him to recognize her yet - or maybe it was because she didn’t exist, and simply never would. His mind was just trying to invent fleeting moments of happiness before he ultimately forgot what it felt like to truly be at ease. 
The woman never had a face, that bedroom would never exist for him, the candle wax had never been melted or poured, because none of it was real. Loki didn’t want to mourn what never was, and yet he did. He couldn’t help it, because he was so very and profoundly broken all the way through. 
Because the woman’s touch lingered, and as Loki brought his hand upwards in the dark, hoping to still see the remnants of undeserved affection, the empty tray on the dungeon floor caught his attention. There used to be someone next to it, someone new and strange and dismantling, someone who had offered him hope and food and kindness - and now she was gone.
Had the guards come for her while he was nightmaring? No, surely he would have heard the screams and commotion…The empty bowl lay undisturbed on its tray, and there had been no sounds whatsoever. Loki sighed and leaned back against the wall - the woman must have broken out on her own, and left him behind to his rotting. 
Loki couldn’t blame her for that; he found it admirable, even if it was a foolish endeavor to go off on her own in search of freedom. But he already knew freedom was the greatest lie ever told; a lesson that needed to be learned the hard way. And more often than not, that lesson was learned in blood. 
If she had escaped, she’d most likely been caught by now, and was most likely dead - or worse. And despite his best efforts, Loki couldn’t help feeling guilty about that. Perhaps he should have helped her. Perhaps a different version of him would have - one whose mind and body weren’t so atrophied by apathy, one who hadn’t been beaten and withered by failure after failure and still believed that trying was living. 
It was an uncomfortable feeling, and Loki desperately needed to make it go away. He looked around the dungeon cell, studying its unforgiving floor and baleful, secluding walls, and he tried not to think about the person who used to be in there with him; he tried to convince himself that she was no one, nothing of importance, and he shouldn’t waste what precious little energy he had wondering about someone who was probably already dead. 
And even though this dungeon was much worse than the one on Asgard, he still preferred this one; it was disturbing and creepy, riddled with pain and shrouded in darkness and much more suited to the kind of man he was deep down inside. His cell on Asgard was too - 
Loki’s heart lurched into his throat as he remembered he hadn’t actually ever been in the dungeons of Asgard. That had been a different version of him, something this Loki had only witnessed through the TVA’s footage of the way his life was supposed to go. Odin had threatened to toss him down there dozens of times in his youth, but every time Frigga had somehow managed to sway Odin’s wrath. 
And the one time she didn’t…ended up being the day she died. 
His throat tightened and his eyes watered, hugging his knees to his chest as the TVA video replayed in his mind. The cell on Asgard was bright and airy, with a luminescent barrier and full of comfortable furnishings and books to keep him company, and he hadn’t deserved it. He hadn’t earned one bit of that solace. 
Tears rolled down Loki’s cheeks, and his body shuddered in pain. Didn’t they know what he was about to do? Didn’t they know he was about to cause the death of the most beautiful soul in all of the Nine Realms? 
You might want to take the stairs to the left…
Why did that version of him do it? What had compelled him to give directions to that monster? Was one sentence really all it took to plunge that blade into his mother’s back? 
Loki sobbed violently as he mourned the death of his mother, a life another version of him was destined to take. If the Hulk hadn’t knocked the Tesseract out of Stark’s hands, if he hadn’t been so obsessed with that damn cube then that’s the path he would have gone down…
So, in the end, wasn’t it worth being caught by the TVA after all? 
Loki pulled his head from his knees with a heavy sigh, leaning back against the stonewall of the dungeon and wiping his tears away with shaking hands. The timelines had broken free with the death of He Who Remains, and the forever-branching timelines would surely now be beyond the TVA’s control. Would they bother pruning if there was no one dictating what needed to be preserved and what shouldn’t be allowed to happen? 
If it meant that no version of him would ever be causing Frigga’s death, then Loki decided that the pain and the torture and suffering he had endured inside the TVA was well worth it. And as long as he stayed isolated in this prison, Loki could cause no one else’s deaths either. Except - 
As his eyes roamed over the dark cell, they inevitably landed on the empty tray again, sitting idly by without the woman who’d used it to eat her last meal. The only meal he’d ever seen handed out in this dungeon, to the only other person who was aware that Loki even existed in there. 
There was something significant about that, and Loki allowed himself a moment to consider their brief interactions within the comfort of the lonely shadows. 
He wondered about how she came to be there in the first place, about the terror she surely must have felt when they ripped her away. Was she someone important on this planet? Did she have a family somewhere out there, worried for her safety? Did she deserve to be there somehow? 
Guilt flooded his veins as he remembered the way she smiled while luring him out of the dark with a chunk of bread. It was her last meal, and she’d shared it with him, and then he’d refused to help her. There was no way she deserved to be in that dungeon - but he obviously did. 
Loki let his eyes fall to the floor as he traced the patterns in the stone with his fingertips. He’d come to the conclusion that she didn’t deserve this fate, and therefore must have been someone important to warrant feeding her. But what did the guards want? Who were they? What was their goal? 
And how long had Loki been down there before he’d started questioning things? 
Apparently, a thousand days of apathetic silence meant nothing in the face of a crimson-haired woman offering bread and company. The total sum of their brief conversations couldn’t have amounted to more than half an hour’s time, yet she was more kind than most people he’d known his entire life. 
This version of Loki hadn’t caused his mother’s death, but he had all but murdered that stranger. Loki didn’t quite understand it, and he probably never would, but for some reason, it hurt more. 
Another set of tears welled in Loki’s eyes, betraying the carefully crafted indifference Loki had spent the previous thousand days wallowing in. And just for a moment, for the first time since he’d arrived, Loki regretted doing nothing.
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