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Keep the Faith - Epilogue

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A/N: The last installment of this Series:( I’m gonna miss it to be honest. And I might have gotten a bit emotional during writing... Please let me know what you think of this series! That would mean the world to me <3

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Equipped with two plates of food Y/N slowly approached Loki who sat at the entrance of the cave, his eyes focused on the smudgy scribbles in Y/N's notebook.

"Are you satisfied now?" Y/N joked as they sat beside him and passed him one of the plates.

“Almost,” he nodded thoughtfully as he put the notebook aside to take the plate, “I need you to know something important though. What you wrote about the first day when Glaive killed your Variant… I don’t think you were oversensitive," Loki's gaze locked with Y/N's, "I know I act like I’m not bothered by what is happening around us, but to be honest, I still haven’t figured out how all of this can even be true. I just went with it so it wouldn't drive me crazy down here. All these people, some of them looking like a reflection of myself, dying because of the hands of another Loki... it's so surreal. Like a sick play of the universe that wants to teach me a lesson that I just can't grasp."

Loki had finished his meal a while ago, his arms pulling his knees up to his chest. His brow was furrowed in thought as his teeth were chewing on the insides of his cheeks.

Y/N didn't know how to answer so they simply nodded. Loki had never been this voluntarily open and vulnerable. The last days surely had taken a toll on him.

They began eating in silence, their eyes avoiding each other, instead watching the bleak landscape.

"I thought it was you in the pond, you know?” Loki spoke up again, his gaze firmly directed into the distance, “I think that was the day I gave up. That’s why I didn’t mention the stab wound. Why would I? No one would read it anyway. So I left because I couldn’t stay there anymore. I wasn't able to clean up the mess in the bunker by myself anyway. You wouldn't come back so I had nothing that held me there… so I just got up and left. I didn’t even know if I could make it to the mountains but to be honest, I didn’t really care either.”

“That’s why you didn’t heal yourself?” Y/N whispered shocked in realisation.

"And when I arrived in the bunker and you weren’t there… I don’t think my heart had ever felt that heavy in my life. I fought against this horrendous smell and combed through the bodies as I tried to find your face. But you weren’t there. I was about to collapse… but luckily I dragged myself to my room where I finally found your notes.

“What’s the point of living if you die alone in the end anyway?” he shrugged sorrowfully and his gaze fell to his feet, “I was surprised when I arrived here alive. But that’s the curse of us Lokis. We do not die when we desperately want to, no instead we persevere no matter what.” Y/N reached out for Loki’s hand, squeezing it caring.

“I thought you were dead as well.” Y/N swallowed hard, “When the third day had passed I felt this overwhelming guilt. I felt so guilty for failing you, for leaving you alone with the other buffoons, for getting caught and especially for not keeping my promise to return in time.” Y/N chocked out, their throat closing up as they tried to fight against the emotions they had repressed to be able to function. Everything that had happened the last two weeks was bubbling up at the same time now.

I don’t think I could've forgiven myself if I really had arrived too late." Y/N sobbed, hot tears finally overcoming their restraints.

“I see, we two are fools of our own hearts.” Loki chuckled bitterly as his thumb softly stroked over the back of Y/N’s hand that he was still holding.

“And I wouldn't want it any other way.” Y/N wiped away the stray tears with their sleeve, retracting their hand from Loki’s in the process, “Even if it hurts sometimes, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Loki gave them a tired smile as their words resounded in his head. All he wanted was for Y/N to be safe. He hated to see them this heartbroken and spent. But at the same time, he didn’t know how to comfort them. How was he supposed to know if he couldn’t even comfort himself?

“How did you even manage to escape from there? What did you do to the TemPad?” he tried to stir the conversation in another direction.

“A kill switch.” Y/N sniffled, “When I presented it to Red Skull I turned it on so it would explode at the next use.”

“Very clever.” Loki grinned proud at them, “But didn’t you get knocked out as well?”

“I did but only for a short time. The guards that were supposed to bring me to my cell and I were already far enough away from the explosion centre. To be honest… I got quite lucky that some of the debris didn’t hit me… I can’t say the same about my guards though. When I woke up I had a massive headache and a ringing in my ear which didn’t go away until I got half of the way up to the mountains over and done with.”

“And how did you retrieve the TemPad?” Loki tilted his head in interest.

“I made my way through and over the ruins into the throne room where I found it scattered around. It must’ve flown out of Red Skulls' hand when it went off. So I gathered some more parts that looked like they belonged to it and rummaged a bit through Red Skulls storage rooms before I fled.” Y/N recounted.

“And Red Skull?” the question had occupied Loki’s head since Y/N had mentioned their captivity in his hands.

“I have no idea. I didn’t find a trace of him in the chaos. The explosion had attracted the Allioth’s attention and he was charging for the base. So a bunch of his pack, that had survived, made the sensible decision to run away. So Red Skull might have been smashed by the rubble or he could have run away as well.”

“Let’s just hope we don’t have to deal with him any time soon again.” Loki sighed a bit more at ease now. Even if Red Skull had survived, it was unlikely that he would come for them. He had no protection and probably no henchman who would make their hands dirty for him. For now, Y/N and Loki were relatively safe.

“Exactly. We have much more important things to think about.” Y/N chimed in cheery, pulling Loki out of his thoughts.

“Like?” Loki asked intrigued.

“For example, what’s the first thing you want to do when we can escape this hell hole?” they smiled at him. He thought for a while before he answered.

“I have to visit my mother.” he finally revealed without any more reasoning, “What about you?”

“I want to watch how the sun rises over the horizon until the first beams lay onto my skin. When this infinite darkness has finally come to an end, then and only then, I will be sure that we really are still alive and have gotten out of this nightmare.” Loki smiled at them almost content, but a twinge in his heart overshadowed this feeling with gloom. Once they would escape from the Void, would there still be an us?

“Would you watch it with me?” Y/N turned to look at him. Loki’s eyes lit up at their question and a smile spread over his lips as he couldn’t hold his head back from nodding.

“Only if you come with me to Asgard,” he replied cheekily.

“How can I say no to that?” Y/N beamed at him, “I just hope I will be able to fix the TemPad.”

Loki scooched closer to them, this time taking a hold of their hand.

“We’ll find a way, don’t worry.” his gaze was reassuring, “And even if not, I don’t mind being stuck here, as long the company is right... I could live like that.”

Y/N bit their lip, trying to prevent new tears to spill from their eyes. But this time, not tears out of agony but gratitude for their friend. Loki put his arm around their shoulder, pulling them close to his side. Y/N didn’t struggle against the unfamiliar closeness they were sharing. Instead, they embraced it, resting their head on Loki’s shoulder.

Far in the distance, the Allioth was feasting on a new appeared city, the purple clouds soon enclosing a whole perimeter of the valley. Loki sighed deeply as they both watched over the wasteland.

“What’s on your mind?” Y/N asked timidly.

“I wish that somewhere out there, in this vast multiverse of myriads of timelines is at least one where we met under different circumstances... the right circumstances.” Y/N slung their arms around Loki, hugging him tightly against themselves.

“As far as I care, we already did.”

A/N: This is it... at least for now:)

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no resistance [kinktober 2023: fingering]

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Summary: President Loki fires his assistant for booking an interview gone horribly sideways and hires you in her place.

Pairing: President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k [prepare drinkies and snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, be gone. i won't ask again); fingering; dirty talk; most likely inaccurate depictions of what a day in the White House looks like; improper use of the Oval Office desk; a handful of cuss words [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: power dynamic (she's his assistant); mentions of Natasha, Bucky, Morgan, and Steve if you squint; bit of a makeover trope towards the middle of the story; Reader is mid to late 20s

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "He worked his hand back under" and ends at "When he pulled his digits"

"I uhh…I think that's all the questions I have for this interview. Thank you so much for your time, President Loki, and I wish you the best of luck with your re-election campaign."

The journalist, if she could even be called that, fidgeted the slightest in her seat, her discomfort evident from both the motion and the expression on her face. As if she knew that the god-president was now quite cross with her, and much deservedly so.

As if she knew she spoke out of turn in this interview that was so graciously granted to her.

"My security will see you off the premises. Good day, madam."

He exited the room with a slight swish of his coattails, striding down the halls with a fury now directed at his assistant rather than the would-be journalist. Once the offending individual had been located, there was a meek, fearful look on her face as well.

"Boss," her voice wavered. "Your forehead vein's making an appearance again…"

"Clear your desk. Today is your final day on my team." His voice rang out and echoed all over the floor of the campaign headquarters, most of the staff raising their heads and peering from awkward angles to have a view of the commotion.

"But Boss, you said you wanted to connect with the younger adult audience and capture their votes. Miss Lewis has an audience right smack in that demographic, her videos get millions of views, I don't understand--" She let out a frustrated huff. "An interview with her could secure you a good few million votes in your re-election. From fresh voters who've just registered and are undecided. She could bridge the gap that makes you seem so unrelatable with the digital age--"

"That woman that should never dare call herself a journalist asked me to confirm the measurements of my phallus because it appears that that is the dominating question her audience had for me," he snapped, rendering the former assistant quiet.

"I--I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know--"

"No. No you did not. It is clear that you did not do ample research on how this Miss Lewis conducted her behavior and what type of a strategy she would likely use to bridge this so called gap of relatability. I have let a good few shortcomings of yours slide since the beginning of this campaign season in hopes that you simply needed to find your footing. But time is running short and frankly so is my patience. I no longer have leniency to spare for incompetence, especially from people that work too closely with me. Pack your belongings, I expect you out within the hour. Security will triple check for any information you may try to smuggle out of the premises, so I suggest you do not even attempt it."

She let out a sound of utter disbelief. "And how exactly do you expect to replace me on such short notice? The press will see when I'm not in your entourage at the briefing tomorrow morning."

"I assure you, it will not be such an impossible feat to replace the likes of you. Now if I were in your shoes, I'd hasten my movements. The hour will tick by before you know it."

Members of Loki's security kept a close watch on her to ensure that she only vacated her desk of her personal belongings. Checking every item she placed into her purse if there were scribbled secrets or supporters' contact information that might give the opposition some sort of an advantage over him.

Once they were positive that there was nothing she held on her person that could even remotely sabotage his re-election campaign, he had her escorted out of the building.

Now on to finding his new assistant. Preferably someone with a sensible enough head on their shoulders that they would at least do a rudimentary background check on who would be conducting the interview before writing them a gate pass and allowing them into such a private space.

Loki took a glance at the small pile of papers that his former assistant left behind. One had numerous strikethroughs and comments scratched on so harshly there were indents on the paper from whoever was wielding the bright fuchsia-inked pen.

Boring as all fuck, this isn't the aesthetic that we're going for. Try again, Y/N, the feedback read. The suggestion held the name of a creator whose content focused on documentaries centered on powerful individuals that have leveraged their platform in a negative manner. That perhaps this journalist could interview him and ask questions that touched on his past before he arrived on Earth and even some of the myths that surrounded his time on Asgard.

The president snapped his fingers at the nearest staff member, beckoning him over with an impatient flick of his fingers. "Which one of your colleagues is Y/N? Point her out to me."

The staff member raised a shaking hand, pointing in the direction of your desk. "O-Over there, Mi--Mister President, Sir," he stammered, mentioning your full name before Loki motioned for him to return to his seat. He took a good look at you, phone clipped between your ear and shoulder while you wrote something down on paper, the concentration written all over your face as you proceeded with your work.

"Yes I'll be sure to keep your contact information on file and forward your request for interview. You'll hear from us soon about schedules and logistics," you told the other person on the line with a smile stretched across your face that was so obviously strained, he could imagine your cheeks were beginning to smart from holding it.

He watched you work for a few more moments, your side of the conversation giving enough away for him to figure out you were speaking with a representative from Stark Industries. Something about a partnership to provide free sustainable energy to the impoverished communities throughout the country.

"We're very much looking forward to speaking with you in more detail about your proposals, Miss Stark. Thank you so so much for taking the time to answer my call, we'll be in touch soon." You took your little pencil and used it to twist your hair out of your face, your strained smile finally dropping. "Sorry I probably won't be able to call though because the president's PA is a complete ditz that'll reject my request because it doesn't go with the aesthetic," you grumbled, imitating his former assistant's tone toward the end and bringing an amused smile to the god's face.

"Miss Y/L/N," he called out to you, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Despite it, however, the sound of his voice still caused you to start in your seat.

Your expression morphed into a grimace, sucking in air between your teeth, looking defeated. "Good afternoon, Sir," you spoke, your words shaking with obvious fear. "You…heard me mocking your assistant, I apologize nobody was meant to hear that. I'll uhm…I'll clear my desk, it was an honor getting to work--"

"Hold on a moment there, darling, you're not in any trouble." He approached you with his hands held out and open in an attempt to tell you you had nothing to fear. "It was…quite an accurate depiction, if we're being honest. Hardly a mockery. I've erm…I've actually come here to speak with you about some of the interview requests you'd sent in prior to today."

He held up some of the scraps of paper in his hand, each of them containing your handwriting and his previous assistant's caustic feedback in the obnoxious fuchsia ink she insisted on using. "They were all rejected," you offered lamely, grimacing again as you squirmed in your seat.

"They're also quite clever. Intelligent, even." Your head snapped up at the compliment, a mixture of shock and satisfaction on your face as you looked at him. Your grimace had given way to a tiny endearing smile, a tinge of pink now in your cheeks. "Had my itinerary been comprised of these instead, today might have turned out to be more productive."

Your eyes widened to the point he worried they might pop out of your head. "The Lewis interview pushed through today?" He nodded once, a look of pity now painting your features. "I am so terribly sorry I sent over my research on her content but--"

"My former assistant likely shredded your findings," he finished, sitting slightly at the edge of your desk. "It's alright, Y/N, I don't hold you responsible for any of today's shortcomings. I see the efforts you've taken to enrich this campaign. Shamefully quite late, but I see them now. Hopefully moving forward we could work together to correct your predecessor's oversights."

"Wait, hold on…former assistant? Predecessor? Sir what--"

"I'd like to offer you a promotion of sorts. I'm in need of a new assistant, seeing as I fired the last one today for organizing an interview so brazenly invasive I might as well have taken the meeting completely nude."

"Well I'm sure Ms Lewis' audience would've loved that--" You stopped your words short, looking as if you'd bit your tongue. "Sorry I shouldn't have--"

"I'm sure they would have," he chuckled, leaning in the slightest to get a better look at you, finding himself surprisingly looking forward to what the next few days would bring, seeing your face more often as well as the potential of a better workflow considering that you seemed to be more focused on substance over appearance. "Take the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with the new workflow, as well as my itinerary. I'll defer to your judgment to rearrange or outright cancel any upcoming interviews as you see fit. I'll meet with you a half-hour before breakfast for a debrief on any changes you've decided on."

He barely gave you any time to nod your head in agreement before he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

"I look forward to working with you, Y/N."

Your first few days working for President Loki had passed in a blur, working tirelessly to rearrange his schedule and maintaining a correspondence with the content creators that your predecessor had arranged interviews for. Spinning tales of how hectic the president's schedule had become on such short notice and therefore their appointments with him would have to be rescheduled at a later date.

A later date that probably would never come, considering that most if not all of the planned interviews conducted their business similarly to the one that effectively got his former assistant fired within the hour. You made a small note in your own binder that perhaps when he'd secured his re-election, they could be granted access among the crowd of reporters during larger press conferences.

"Maybe if you're among hoards of other reporters, you can keep your thirst in check and actually act like respective, decent human beings. Not asking about dick measurements like you're asking about the weather today. Thirsty idiots…" you grumbled, writing another name into the list.

"If that list gets any longer, you may need to have a rotation schedule, sweetling." You jumped at the sound of the president's voice coming from so close behind you, peering over your shoulder to find that he stood near enough that you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are these all the ones you'd rescheduled from the prior calendar?"

You mutely nodded, swallowing your nerves before speaking. "All the ones so far," you clarified, clicking away at your computer to show him the packed and borderline overbooked schedule that was formerly planned for him. "I made sure to go for the ones planned in the next few weeks first so that they at least have enough time to reallocate their time somewhat. There's about six more weeks worth to sort out."

"Excellent work," he told you, his voice even closer to your ear now that he was leaning over your shoulder to peer at the schedule on your monitor. "And what does my schedule look like for today, Y/N?"

You clicked to this week's view, taking a cursory look at the calendar. "After the press briefing, you have a lunch meeting with the Department of Defense along with one of the directors of R & B Weaponries, a Mr Barnes, to discuss about a new ammo supplier for the Navy forces and your own personal security detail."

He nodded along with your summary, the citrusy leathery scent of him wafting into your space and making you a touch dizzy from his onslaught of your senses. You just had to smell immaculate on top of looking like sex on legs, you hissed inwardly, biting down hard at the inside of your lip to keep you from saying a word aloud.

"And will you be joining me in this luncheon?"

Your eyes widened at his question. Of course you wouldn't be. The information to be divulged in such meetings should be something heard only by the president or those he deems closest to him. You were his assistant, nothing more. All you needed to know were names, dates, and overall points of discussion.

"I uhm…no. I don't--I don't believe I will be," you stammered, your breath hitching when he turned his head to look at you and suddenly you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Personal assistants aren't usually included in the guest list for these events," you offered in a lame attempt at explaining a question he didn't even ask.

"You are now. We'll leave at a quarter to noon." He began to walk out of the office, only halting to look at you over his shoulder when you let out a tiny squeak like you were about to protest. "Are you opposed to this new arrangement, sweet mortal?"

"Uhh--" You took a breath, composing yourself. "No, Sir. I'll call the restaurant to update the head count."

President Loki smirked at you, jerking his head toward the door. "Excellent. Now we should get going. I believe the briefing will commence in a few moments."

While you were on your way to the briefing room, you sent a haphazard text to a stylist friend, a Hail Mary to hopefully get you looking somewhat presentable.

Tasha, massive SOS. I need an outfit to not look like a total clown show next to the President for a lunch thing.

You followed a few steps behind the president, taking a quick look at your watch when you got notified of a reply from your friend, Natasha Romanoff. Is "lunch thing" your way of downplaying "date"? He finally made his move on you after making googly eyes at you all week long?

Her text had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you stepped into the briefing room, cameras at the ready and reporters sitting straight and alert, waiting to pounce with their questions once President Loki was situated at his podium.

The hour went on mostly without a hitch, you taking your notes on near everything he'd mentioned in response to the reporters' queries. While your boss was speaking with a few people from Press Relations, your ears perked up at some small talk between two reporters, one of them having a few biting words to say about you.

"I mean at least his last assistant had some sense of fashion. I never thought I'd miss Little Miss looks like she got hired from the red light district, but at least she didn't look like some frumpy ass college student who just rolled out of bed. Honestly she's dragging the whole look down and that's saying so much because Mr President can make anything look hot."

"Except her, apparently," the other reporter shot back in a snippy tone. "Guarantee you he just hired her so that he has less of a distraction in the workplace. She's the kind people look at and they're doing the opposite of mentally undressing her."

"Mentally putting a paper bag over her head," the first reporter capped off with a witchy cackle.

You felt your fury bubbling just under the surface, wanting nothing more than to march over there and give them a piece of your mind for being so catty at someone that they didn't even know. To drag them over their impractical shoes that made their legs wobble if they so much as tried to stand straight or their two sizes too small shirts that had buttons fighting for their life trying to keep their tits covered.

Instead of doing any of that, however, you pulled out your phone to text Tasha. Firstly, no it's not a "date", when are you gonna drop that tin foil hat of yours. And secondly, scratch what I said earlier. You've wanted to give me a makeover since college? Now's your chance, Babes. Gimme the works.

You sidled past the president and his current company, asking one of your closer acquaintances from the staff to accompany him to any impromptu meetings until the lunch meeting later and to inform your boss that you had to attend to a personal matter, but that you would be back before he left for the restaurant.

As the clock kept on ticking closer half past noon, Loki could feel himself getting antsy waiting for your return. He'd noticed how jittery you seemed when you passed him on your way out of the press briefing, and the staff member you'd sent to keep him apprised in your stead gave no satisfactory explanation on what caused you to step out so abruptly.

"Where are you, Y/N…" he grumbled into the empty office, looking on at your desk that he'd moved inside so that calling on you would require less effort. Instead of stepping outside or phoning you, he'd simply have to call your name from wherever he was and you were already there.

And if he was being completely honest with himself, he'd also done it so you would be closer to him and he would see you at all times throughout the day. He found your presence calmed him, the competence you'd more than proven to have over the last few days already easing his day to day.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone and call you to check if you were alright, he heard your voice outside his office, speaking with your reliever in a tone he likened to one that he heard back on Asgard. Whenever Frigga would correct him on any missteps he had throughout his magic lessons.

"I totally get how you can get lost finding the meeting rooms, it's a goddamn maze in here. But if you make any of them lose unnecessary time because of it, not everyone will come at you with understanding. Just make sure that it doesn't happen for next time. I'll draw you up a map for the rooms that are most frequently used. Study it, live it, breathe it. See if someone from security can accompany you while you familiarize yourself with the place, and don't stop until you can navigate the floor with your eyes closed."

"Yes, ma'am," your reliever confirmed, his tone audibly less jittery than when he was speaking with Loki. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Honestly getting you to be in charge of the rest of us might be one of the best things the President ever did. The one before you was so--"

"Harpy?" you finished with a chuckle, the lightness in your tone feeling like a soothing balm to the nerves Loki had had since he saw you exit the White House so hastily earlier this morning. "Remember when I tried to suggest that we should reach out to Greta Thunberg's team?"

He could almost hear the other man shudder from the other side of the door. "Gah, she nearly ripped your throat out that day. Something something not shippable and we need to get 'hot people'. Really lost the plot, that one. Anyways, I'll go work on memorizing that map. Thanks again, Boss."

"Yikes, don't call me that," you shot back, your voice growing closer to the door, prompting Loki to walk back to his desk before you stepped into the office. "That's just for our boss, no one else." Your footsteps sounded different; there was considerably more of a click in each step, and the slightest stumble to them as if you were re-familiarizing yourself with your own legs.

There was a bizarre feeling of the air becoming easier to breathe once he heard the door open. "There you are, darling. I hope your personal matter's been sorted out and you're ready to--" His words halted dead in their tracks once he turned around and got a good look at you, quickly surmising that the 'personal matter' was a complete overhaul of your appearance.

There was an ethereal glow to your face and your hair that had his hands twitching to reach out and touch you, and in place of the slightly oversized sweater and denim you'd worn this morning was a blazer designed to be worn as a dress, set in a shade of green that matched his waistcoat perfectly. To top it all off, the buckle that cinched at your waist as well as the heels that brought your height up by a few inches were set in a gold that matched the horned helmet atop his head.

You looked like the personification of his most far-fetched fantasies whenever he thought of what he wanted in someone that would stand by his side. A confidant. A partner. A lover, even.

Someone radiantly beautiful, brilliant, and completely unafraid to declare themself as his by adorning his colors.

"Too much?" you spoke up, jostling him out of his thoughts. "I-I mean if it is I still have a change of clothes in my bag I can--"

"No, no. It's not too much, little mortal. Not at all." Mentally he was stabbing himself for stumbling over his words so clumsily; he was normally so much more composed than this. "You look…ravishing." Your eyes lit up at his words, betraying the neutral expression you tried to maintain. "Come. We should head to the restaurant."

He offered out his hand to you, confusion plaguing him when the rhythm of his heart stumbled just as his words did once you'd placed your hand in his. He found you such an anomaly, looking at you with utmost curiosity, wondering how someone could simultaneously calm the chaos all around him and yet incite an entirely different type of chaos in his heart. Not to mention his loins.

"You know, darling, had we been in Asgard, your wearing of my colors could be interpreted as a declaration of your allegiance to me," he spoke once you were both situated in the back of the car. You nodded your head slowly, as if ruminating over what he'd just said. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"That makes sense," you answered, seeming as if you were thinking aloud. "Seeing as I am your assistant, people should see within seconds that I'm associated with you. The color thing's probably the most tasteful way of doing it rather than a t-shirt with your face printed on it…"

"May I ask you something…a touch more personal, Miss Y/L/N?"

"O-Of course," you stammered, your nodding a touch unsteady, fingers laced together tightly as if you were trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"What made you decide to work for me?"

You blinked rapidly for a moment, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the question, before composing your answer.

"All the people who held the position before you were horrid…evil men. All they cared about was finessing a kick back. Burying their constituents in debt. You stepped into office and…I was out of debt in less than half a year. My student loans were nowhere to be found. All because you prioritized our right to have an education. Of course I was going to try working on your re-election campaign."

Hearing you talk about his predecessors, describing them the way you did as if they were so starkly different from him, somehow didn't sit right with the god. "But darling, you do know that I, too, am what others would call a…horrid, evil man?"

You shook your head stubbornly, sitting up straighter as if you were about to deliver a lecture. "No. You're not. I've seen evil men. I've worked with them, I've--" The words caught in the back of your throat, making you clear your throat before pushing on. "I've suffered at the hands of evil men."

Your eyes met his, the sincerity in them knocking the air out of his lungs. Had he been up on his feet, he was sure that your next words would have knocked him down on his ass.

"I'm not looking at an evil man."

His next query escaped from his mouth so swiftly, he couldn't have stopped the words even if he wanted to. "Y/N, what prompted all this?" He made a motion from your hair to your feet. "Why the change?" You squirmed in your seat, as if holding the answer in was making you physically uncomfortable. "It's alright, darling, you can tell me."

There was a heaviness in your tone when you answered. Like you were holding back tears from just recounting the events. "This morning…in the briefing room. There were these reporters commenting on how I looked and how it kind of…cheapened the image. Your image. Ruined the aesthetic."

"What is it with these feeble-minded mortals and their absurd fascination about aesthetics?"

"I don't know," you blurted out. "But the thing is, Sir, I don't have to know. The only thing I have to understand is that there are people, voters, who assign a high value to the aesthetic of a candidate. And it won't sit right in my conscience if I have the knowledge that my appearance can jeopardize someone's decision to vote for you, and I do nothing about it. So…I called up a friend of mine and…told her to make me a new person. A pretty one."

You were already beautiful, he thought to himself. It mattered not how you presented yourself.

Before he could suppress the urge, he was reaching over to your side of the backseat, tucking a lock of your hair that fell loose, obstructing his view of your features. "You deserve so much better than this, sweet mortal," he said softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, his heart warming when he saw how you leaned into his touch. "You should be working for an honorable man. A decent man."

The next words to come out of your mouth had him just about ready to carve his heart out with his own dagger and serve it to you on a golden platter. "I am."

"Babes, noooooo," Tasha whined from her end of the video call. "Why are you putting your hair up? The whole fit goes better with your hair down."

You mumbled your answer as incoherently as you could, hoping she'd chalk it off to a bad connection as you fiddled with the half of your hair that was put up in a little gold claw clip.

"What was that, Babes? I didn't quite hear you."

Dammit. "Because he told me he likes it when my hair's not blocking my face, okay?" you answered her with an exaggerated sigh. "Now please tell me my makeup meets your standards because I really don't wanna explain that I lost motion in my right arm from blending my eyeshadow."

"Okay first, your makeup's fine. I'm so proud I'm about to quote that little red cartoon dragon. And second, I can't believe you had the audacity to tell me I had a tin foil hat on, I told you the first day you walked into that briefing room with him that that man couldn't stop himself from looking at you and looking like a heart-eyed emoji. Now you're telling me this? Babes, it's time you accept it. The President has it bad for you, and give it eight to ten months, and you're gonna become First Lady Y/N Laufeyson. In fact I'm so sure of it that 'if I'm wrong, I'll dye my hair puke green. Neon, glow in the dark, puke green."

You let out a frustrated sound that echoed throughout your apartment, stepping back from the phone and showing your friend your choice of clothing for the day, just like you had every morning for the last week. Today it was a dress with puff sleeves, a high neckline with a keyhole and ribbon bow detailing, and an a-line skirt. In President Loki's signature shade of green, of course.

"Looks great, Babes. He's gonna love it."

"Doesn't matter if he likes it, Tasha. The viewers just have to not think I'm ruining his look," you grumbled, stepping out of your phone camera's view to change into the dress.

"Mm hmm, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Have a good day at work. Try not to ride your boss until after office hours, okay?" You waved her off, ending the call and putting your phone on Silent before you headed off to the White House.

When you got to President Loki's office, he was sat at the edge of his table, hands resting on the lux hardwood surface, and legs spread.

The posture put those unfairly sensual muscular thighs on sluttish display, made worse by the way the fabric of his at least one size too tight slacks stretched and strained over his skin. You had to look away before you dared look closer because you could've sworn you also clocked some tenting between his legs.

"Good morning, sweet little mortal," he greeted you, his voice even more gravelly than usual. Your knees nearly buckled from its effect on you, already feeling the familiar pooling between your legs.

"Good morning, Sir," you answered, already feeling flushed, your breathing a bit deeper and causing an uncomfortable pinch from how bra was pinching against your breasts. "You're up early today…"

"I'm still up, darling. I couldn't sleep. Something was…plaguing my mind."

"Oh?"

He gave you a single nod before raising his hand forward, curling his fingers in a motion that had your feet moving of their own accord toward him. Had you not known any better it was like he cast a spell that summoned you to his side.

But you did know better. He didn't need to cast a spell.

"Closer," he breathed when you were standing two feet in front of him, flicking his gaze down at the space between his legs.

Your heart caught in your throat, your pulse thundering in your ears and pounding so hard you could swear you felt it even at the tips of your toes. Regardless, you obeyed, stepping closer until you stood less than a foot away from him.

"I want you to know you're free to tell me if you wish for me to stop." His words came out strained, like it hurt to say them. "I would never hold it against you. If you do not feel the same I can drop it and we can both simply pretend this never happened."

There's no way, you kept on stubbornly repeating to yourself. Even as he placed his sinfully large hands at your sides, bringing you even closer, so close that you could feel his breath warming your face.

Even as he reached up to remove the clip holding your hair up, weaving his fingers into your hair to hold you in place while his eyes roamed your features, constantly returning to stare at your lips.

The stubborn voice in the back of your head only got silenced once he closed the remaining distance between you, soft lips pressing against your own in a kiss so delicate it was like he thought you were made of porcelain and you would crack at even the slightest touch.

"You can stop me if you feel I've overstepped," he whispered, still close enough that the movement of his lips still faintly ghosted over your own. "I just simply couldn't go another day without telling you--"

You felt the slightest thrill up your spine at the surprised sound that caught in the back of his throat, when you cut him off by giving him a fleeting kiss of your own.

You barely registered the heavy sound of his helmet hitting the tabletop before he pulled you closer, one hand tugging lightly at your hair, the other roaming down your body and working its way under your dress. He grasped at your thigh, letting out a sinful moan when you parted your lips for him and your tongues met in a frantic tangle.

"Do you trust me?" he rasped, catching his breath. He let out a sharp exhale, sounding relieved when you simply nodded your head. He wrapped his hand around the inside of your knee, his other arm wrapping around your waist to lift you up to straddle his lap, knees resting on the edge of the tabletop.

The precarious position had you grasping at his shoulders, leaning into him to keep yourself from keeling over.

He splayed his hand across your back, holding you steady. "I have you, sweet girl." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, kissing his way down your neck until you let out a strangled moan once he'd reached a spot between your neck and shoulder.

You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. You slept in and you were still in your apartment and now you were about to be late for work. Yup, that was it. You tried to dig your nail into your palm, wincing at the sharp pinch you felt but nothing came of it.

"Agh--" Your nail broke skin, a tiny spot of blood blooming on your palm.

"Darling Y/N, what in the Nine are you doing?" He wrapped his hand around your wrist, running his thumb across your palm, seeing the minuscule wound.

"This is a dream," you mumbled, more to yourself. "I have to wake up."

"Little mortal," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You think this a dream?" You whimpered at the smirk he gave you when you nodded. "So you've dreamed of this before? Of my kiss? My touch?"

Ah what the hell I'm dreaming anyway. "I have. Every night."

"Oh my sweet little mortal." He pressed a kiss to your palm, the pinprick wound suddenly nowhere to be found when he pulled away. "I can assure you…if this is a dream, it is one we share. The things I've wanted to do to you. With you. Now that I know you've wanted this, too, there is very little that can stop me from turning those dreams into reality."

He worked his hand back under your dress, between your legs, fingertips teasingly trailing up the inside of your thigh. He let out a staggering breath when he met the fabric of your panties, drenched with your arousal.

When you began to whimper from his fingers tracing along your slit he pulled you in for another kiss, effectively muffling your moans when he began to circle your clit over your panties. You started to roll your hips into his touch in response, your body already aching for more.

"So deliciously eager," he purred, kissing his way to your ear. "But I'll be needing you to stay alert, darling." You let out a little squeak when his hold tightened around your waist, keeping you from grinding your hips and chasing your own pleasure. "Now tell me what will be on my itinerary for today."

The softly growled order had your mind scrambling, thoughts that usually easily stitched together to form whatever answer he needed suddenly becoming disjointed and lost to the recesses of your consciousness. "Wait what?"

"I'm sure you understand my need for those under my employ to be mentally sharp as a tack. Regardless of my desire and affection for you, sweet mortal, you are still among those people." You arched your back, pressing your chest against his when he moved the fabric of your panties aside, sliding a single finger inside you and moving in long, languid strokes. "However now we could perhaps make our little morning discussions a touch more…interesting."

"You have the p-press briefing at eight and--Ohh fuck!" Your grip on his shoulders tightened when he inserted a second finger and curled them upwards, brushing against a spot that had you letting out the most obscene moan that filled his office.

"Such vulgar words from your lucious lips," he panted, stealing another kiss from you, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "Like watching an angel in the midst of corruption. On her pretty little knees for her god." He brushed against the spot with firmer strokes, making you wetter and turning you into a whimpering mess. "Keep going. What comes after the briefing?"

Your mind was spinning trying to recall. You mentally smacked yourself for struggling to remember when you'd just been committing the schedule to memory on your Uber ride here.

"U-Uhm…You have a pre--a prefatory meeting with Morgan Stark at 9:30 to dis--Fucking hell--To discuss free sustainable e-energy to lower class communities." You kept on frantically combing through your memories of your ride over here to recall the rest of the schedule.

"And what else, sweetheart?" He stilled his fingers while pressed on that same spot, lightly ghosting the pad of his thumb over your clit. "You're already doing so well. Finish it so we may move on to more…pleasurable…activities."

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat, the feel of him sucking lightly on the skin driving you near incoherent. "You--You have a meeting with R & B at three. To fi--" You threw your head back and let out a howling moan, his hand tightening on your back to keep you from falling over. "To finalize the contracts for the Department of Defense. And your security detail."

"Not just my security," he grunted, starting to stroke his fingers again. "Yours, too."

That was enough to break through your pleasure-induced haze by a fraction. "Hold on. What? Sir, I don't need--Ohh!" The rest of your words died with an obscene moan when he started flicking his fingers rapidly inside you.

"You're far too valuable for me to not allocate resources to ensure your safety when I can't protect you myself," he explained, peppering kisses across your collarbone. "Is that all for my day, sweet girl?"

"Y-Yes!" you whined, trying desperately to move your hips for even the tiniest bit more friction. "That's everything."

"Excellent." He moved his hand up to hold you by the back of your neck, letting out a sinful groan when he licked into your mouth. "And you'll be joining me in all of those, won't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I always want you with me," he murmured against your slips, letting out a moan of his own when he kissed you again, starting to move his fingers faster and pressing his thumb firmly on your clit. "Now come for me, my sweet mortal. My corrupted little angel. Make a mess on your god's fingers."

Your orgasm overtook you as the god moved his hand to your lower back, guiding your movements as you rode out your high, coating his fingers with your release. Your mind was a haze, the sound of his raspy utterances of your name barely hitting your ears. His chest heaved against yours, lips pressing soft kisses to the side of your face while your breathing evened out.

When he pulled his digits out of you, you let out a whiney groan, already feeling the loss of him. The sight of the god placing his fingers in his mouth, his sinfully dexterous tongue lapping up every drop of your juices from his skin, had you squirming in his lap all over again.

"More already?" he teased, pulling you in for another kiss. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. "What a beautifully insatiable little mortal you are. It's as if the Norns had made you just for me." His hands freely roamed your back while he kissed his way down your neck, sucking a bruise onto your collarbone. "I've indulged myself in such fantasies of claiming you on every surface of this office. Of every room in this house. I want to lay you down on my desk without a stitch of clothing on you and get drunk on the taste of you."

You could only respond with a faint whimper, images of what he'd described taking up all the space in the forefront of your mind. "Please…"

"I promise you we'll have all the time to make every single one of those debauched fantasies come to life, sweet girl." He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the table, softly chuckling against your lips when you started to pout at your feet hitting the ground. "But I want our first night together somewhere more intimate. A moment that shouldn't be rushed and stolen between meetings, held in secrecy in my office."

He held your chin delicately between his fingers, keeping you from looking away at him. The mere sight of the near fully blacked out eyes shining with sincerity and held back words was enough to have your knees buckling again.

"Later tonight," he continued. "When everyone's day is over, then our night can begin. I'll bring you to my private quarters and there…" He took a deep breath, a brilliant smile stretching across his face, a real one so starkly different from the practiced smirks he gave the public. "There I will make love to you."

He guided you to take a step back from him, your heart fluttering when he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before conjuring a majestic golden mirror into the room with a flick of his wrist. The image of you visibly disheveled, paired with the smeared lipstick marks all over President Loki's face, had you biting your lip trying to hold back a smile of your own.

You held the undone ribbon of your dress between your fingers. "And here I spent a good ten minutes on this trying to look all perfect," you told him playfully, a fit of giggles finally escaping you when he took the straps from your hands and used them to pull you to him once again, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

"Much as I appreciate the effort and having you look as if you'd gift-wrapped yourself just for me with this lovely little flourish, may I say that it matters not how you dress. You were already perfect the day I first saw you on the campaign floor."

"I was wearing a ratty old sweater from college," you shot back, finding it hard to breathe.

"The color of the sky on a stormy day." He brushed his nose against yours, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. "Turn around. Face the reflection."

When you faced the mirror again, he redid the ribbon exactly as it was when you left your apartment with a wave of his hand, kissing along the side of your face as he put your clip back in your hair.

"There you are, sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at the shell of your ear. "Not a hair out of place." Another wave of his hand and he, too, had returned to his state before you walked into the office. "I'd very much like for you to join me for breakfast."

You answered only with a nod, reaching for his hand.

As he led you down the halls toward the dining room, you sent Tasha a quick text.

About what you said earlier…fingers don't count, right?

A/N: It's finally done! The initial 5 stories goal of Kinktober 2023 are all up and I'm finally going back to writing the series I haphazardly dropped when I decided to write these pieces over a month ago. And I finally have a President Loki story in my little library of works 😳👀

I swear I didn't expect to write such a mega chonker for the first President Loki story but I got all kinds of carried away…so much so that there are scenes that I cut from the final draft that might become drabbles somewhere down the line.

For now though…back to the blorbos of 'one look & they'll know', 'relinquish the crown', 'the final Lady Sharpe', 'let me hear you', 'rules of conduct', 'feels like mine'…and some other not-so-secret projects 😳👀

Ohh…and that bit in the end where he pulls on the ribbons of her dress? This was fully the vibe:

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[mischievous-thunder]

Loki: I've got a new shirt. It says "I'm F*cking the God of Mischief".

Hunter B 15: Uh... I think the words got misplaced. Shouldn't it be "I'm THE F*cking God of Mischief"?

Mobius, tiredly: No. He's got it for me.

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[lokisbirdofhermes]

You are an incredibly successful campaign manager who is approached by the God of Mischief himself--Loki. Loki has been banished from Asgard for sabotaging Thor's coronation and has been living on Midgard for three years. He wants to run for president and he wants your help to get him there. You're not remotely interested until Loki offers you a spot in the Asgardian court if you say yes. It's an offer you just can't refuse, so you get ready to accompany the trickster Norse god on the road to the White House. Loki/Black Female Reader AU.

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[multi-fandom31]

FINALLY OMFG IM CRYING

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[alyceinwonderland777]

Face to face with your mistakes

Pairing: Ravonna x President Loki

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS TWO SPOILERS AND SOME SPICY CONTENTS

After being pruned, Ravonna woke up and began to explore the Void. She sighed in shock as she thought back to the nonsense she had been told by the TVA that the Time Keepers were turning the Void into a utopia. If that horrible place was a utopia then Hell was like Hawaii.

Ravonna continued walking until she started to feel like she was being watched. A shiver ran down her spine. She remembered that this was where the pruned variants ended up and she was the former TVA judge who even before becoming a judge was an hunter who arrested countless variants, so a revenge-hungry variant had probably recognized her and wanted to make her pay.

Ravonna looked around and noticed little emerald eyes watching her from among the trees.

Ravonna: Who's there? *She asked fearfully*

A very long green snake came out from among the trees. His eyes were yellow and wicked and his teeth were sharp as daggers.

Ravonna trembled with fear. She was a very brave woman, but if there was one thing she feared, it was undoubtedly snakes. She wanted to run away, but her body was petrified. The snake got closer and closer to her and began to wrap her in its coils. She trembled with terror and hot tears fell from her eyes.

The snake bit her on the neck, but its venom was not deadly. Its venom put the victim into a deep sleep for at least an hour. Ravonna dozed off and the snake laid her gently on the grass.

In that moment President Loki emerged from the trees and sneered.

President Loki: Well done Aristotle. *He said petting the snake's head*

President Loki picked up Ravonna and headed with her to his refuge followed by Aristotle.

Arriving at his refuge President Loki laid Ravonna on his bed, took her TempPad and cuffed her wrists to the bedpost with golden handcuffs.

Thanks to a spell he had recently learned his hand had grown back.

President Loki began to look at the TVA files through Ravonna's TempPad while she was sleeping.

After about an hour Ravonna woke up.

President Loki: Oh you are finally awake, my dear Judge Renslayer! *He said marking the last two words*

Ravonna recognized him immediately.

Ravonna: Why am I here? *Ravonna asked trying to free herself from the handcuffs*

President Loki: There's no point in struggling. Only I can free you. *He said with an evil grin*

Ravonna: What do you want?

President Loki: I just want to talk to you a little. *He said with a grin on his face*

Ravonna: What do you want to talk about? *She asked slightly intimidated*

President Loki: Oh nothing important, just about the fact that your disgusting organization took my dream away from me! *Said furiously referring to his presidential position*

Ravonna's eyes widened. The Nexus Event of that variant was precisely the fact that he had become president of the United States. His timeline didn't foresee this.

Ravonna: That position didn't belong to you!

President Loki: And who decided this? You? And exactly who do you think you are?

Ravonna: Your timeline didn't predict that you would become president!

President Loki: So what?

Ravonna: This constituted a Nexus Event!

President Loki: Again, SO WHAT? What would have happened if you hadn't arrested me?

Ravonna: Death and destruction, that's what would have happened!

President Loki burst out laughing. His laugh was wicked and maniacal.

President Loki: Oh no, finally a president who would fix America! What a tragedy! *He teased her*

Ravonna: If we hadn't reset your timeline, there would have been a catastrophe!

President Loki: Oh yes yes of course! How? Tell me! How was my being the President of the United States going to cause a catastrophe, huh?

Ravonna: Numerous branches would have arisen and this would have led to a multiversal war!

President Loki: Oh yes? And who would have been in charge of this war? Who is the enemy to fight?

Ravonna didn't know what to say. The TVA's brainwashing was so powerful that she never even asked herself a question about it.

Ravonna: I-I...

President Loki began to put two and two together. Since he was arrested he immediately had a strange feeling about TVA employees.

President Loki: *Gently lifted Ravonna's chin and placed two fingers on her temple* If you turn your eye towards the light, it will lead you away from the darkness.

President Loki began to enchant Ravonna. He explored her brain, bringing all her suppressed memories to the surface.

Just like Sylvie, President Loki had the power to enchant people.

Bitter tears fell from Ravonna's innocent eyes. Her obsession with control and power had clouded her mind. She even went so far as to kill Dox and her squad.

She finally began to understand. She finally began to see the light.

After finishing enchanting her President Loki freed her from the golden handcuffs.

Ravonna curled up and cried. Anger, desperation, frustration and sadness exuded from her tears. President Loki stroked her back.

Ravonna rested her head on President Loki's shoulder. He held her tightly to him.

President Loki: I immediately had a strange feeling about that damned organization, and evidently I was right.

Ravonna: The cunning of a Loki is peculiar. *She said with a smile*

President Loki smiled. His face was very close to Ravonna's. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a passionate dance. Ravonna put her arms around his neck and President Loki wrapped his arms around Ravonna's waist.

The clothes came off in no time. The God of Mischief and the former TVA judge were hungry for each other. Their souls were chained to each other. Lips, nails, limbs. It was no longer clear which were Loki's and which were Ravonna's. They were at the height of pleasure.

Once their desire was fulfilled they lay down in bed, panting and sated.

President Loki held Ravonna close to his chest.

President Loki: We will fix everything, I promise.

Ravonna smiled and kissed him. He kissed her back as he caressed her back. Ravonna rested her head on Loki's chest and closed her eyes. Loki closed his eyes and they both fell into Nótt's arms.

That was just the beginning of their strong and eternal love. A bond that nothing and no one could ever break.

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Contenuti espliciti

 Loki aveva appena concluso di lisciarsi le pieghe della giacca.

Egli diede un'ultima occhiata nei confronti della chioma corvina, prima di uscire alla ricerca di varie provviste.

Il Vuoto era una dimensione alquanto insolita e particolare: una sorta di limbo privo dello spazio e del tempo.

Al suo interno venivano condotte persone senza una casa in cui vivere, una famiglia o amici su cui contare...persone come lui venivano definite "Varianti."

Ad occuparsene era nientemeno che la Time Variance Authority: un'organizzazione specializzata in crimini temporali.

Il fattore scatenante del suo Evento Nexus fu proprio quello di divenire Presidente degli Stati Uniti D'America.

Dopo aver trionfato contro i Vendicatori e assoggettato New York al proprio volere, il famigerato Dio dell'Inganno desiderò ascendere al potere governativo.

Una bramosia incessante e incontrollabile che bisognava soddisfare senza troppi indugi.

E poi c'era lei, uno dei più grandi punti interrogativi della sua esistenza.

Elena, quello era il suo nome: una semplice ragazza con il sogno di cantare sopra i più grandi palchi internazionali.

Thor aveva fallito, cancellandosi dal resto.

La giovane sarebbe riuscita a farlo ragionare?

A ricondurlo verso la retta via?

Si erano conosciuti più o meno due anni prima, ritrovandosi ad Asgard per puro caso assieme alla sua famiglia.

Ebbe modo di palesarsi dinnanzi alla ragazza, sfoggiandone la fiera e oscura bellezza.

Entrambi furono protagonisti di una sanguinosa battaglia, conclusasi con la loro vittoria.

Ma una scommessa ideata da quest'ultimo, innescò un pesante disguido tra i due.

Per molto tempo decisero di rimanere separati.

Inoltre Lingua D'Argento dovette dedicarsi ad una minuziosa vendetta nei confronti del padre e del fratello.

Fu proprio durante la fine delle elezioni che accadde ciò...si era presentata da lui, chiedendogli di rinunciare alla carica.

La squadrò con meticolosa attenzione: indossava un elegante tubino nero, mostrando una piccola scollatura dei suoi generosi seni.

I piedi erano calzati da un tacco dieci del medesimo colore.

Il grazioso viso della fanciulla era contornato da un trucco leggero.

Ridacchiò sardonico, sfoderando un ghigno crudele.

Elena accigliò lo sguardo di rimando.

“Non mi aspettavo di ricevere visite. Allora: quale buon vento ti porta qui?”

Chiese il neo presidente, protendo le braccia.

“Sei dotato di una notevole perspicacia, non c'è alcun bisogno che te lo riveli personalmente.”

Replicò asciutta la giovane.

L'altro assunse un'aria impassibile.

 Non aveva tutti i torti: Loki era in grado di intuire le intenzioni degli altri ancor prima che aprissero bocca.

“Pensi davvero che io rinunci a questa poltrona per mano tua? Mi credi sul serio un inetto?”

Incalzò costui, avvicinandosi verso il sedile in pelle marrone.

Si sedette sopra di esso, poggiando le mani sulla scrivania.

“Assolutamente no: ma questa follia deve cessare di esistere.”

Ordinò tagliente, serrando la mascella.

Dalla borsa estrasse una pistola, puntandola nella sua direzione.

Conosceva bene il corretto funzionamento di quell'arma...l'Agente Romanoff ebbe modo di istruirla a livelli eccelsi.

Loki alzò le mani in segno di resa.

Tuttavia non si limitò soltanto ad obbedire: umiliarla sarebbe stato divertente.

“Quella è superflua! Ti servirà a ben poco.”

Le fece notare in una nota canzonatoria.

L'ultima volta tentò di sparargli al petto, venendo immobilizzata dall'avversario.

Ancora poteva rammentarne la gelida sensazione della lama sul proprio collo.

“Può darsi: però non amo affatto mollare la presa...lo sai meglio di me, Dio degli Inganni.”

Puntualizzò la giovane donna, continuando a tenere l'arma puntata nei confronti dell'Ase.

L'Ingannatore stette per pronunciare qualcosa, ma vennero interrotti da un insolito spettacolo...un portale luminescente dai riflessi arancio osò manifestarsi dinnanzi ai loro occhi.

Dal cosiddetto varco, uscirono due uomini e una donna.

Essi erano muniti di uno strano bastone.

Coloro che osarono catturarli, potevano definirsi dei cacciatori che lavoravano per la TVA.

La realtà in cui vivevano venne smantellata di colpo.

L'azione avvenne tramite una Carica Di Reset: un dispositivo in grado di cancellare le varie timeline.

Entrambi furono costretti a seguirli, finendo sotto processo.

Avevano violato le ingenti norme della Sacra Linea Temporale.

Le ultime parole di Ravonna Renslayer furono abbastanza chiare.

Erano appena stati dichiarati colpevoli.

Li falciarono senza troppi ripensamenti, venendo spediti all'interno del Vuoto.

Col passare dei giorni e dei mesi, scoprirono dell'esistenza di altre varianti dello stesso Loki.

Nessuno di loro possedeva lo stesso identico aspetto.

Però le caratteristiche comportamentali lasciavano intuire ciò.

Decise di formare un nuovo esercito, proclamandosi come loro leader.

Dovettero rifugiarsi all'interno di uno degli edifici semidistrutti.

Una feroce bestia di fumo chiamata Alioth li avrebbe trasformati come proprio pasto.

A detta del "Vanaglorioso", altri Loki erano stati falciati diversi anni or sono.

Colui che regnava all'interno del limbo era nientemeno che uno sciocco ragazzino, ma che sapeva già il fatto suo.

Avrebbe mirato a governare il Vuoto, spodestando dal trono la versione più fanciullesca e infantile di sé.

Si diresse nella stanza riservata ad Elena, dormendo profondamente.

La osservò a lungo: i capelli sparsi sul cuscino, le labbra morbide e piene semiaperte...una visione eterea così seducente da fargli nascere un fuoco da dentro.

Non aveva mai smesso di bramarla: adorava sentirla sotto di sé, mentre invocava e gemeva il suo nome.

L'aveva accolta all'interno di calde coperte in pelliccia nelle sue sfarzose camere ad Asgard.

Divenne la sua amante soltanto per una sera.

In realtà la conosceva ancor prima che mettesse piede nel Regno Dorato.

Fu spettatore ad un suo saggio di pianoforte a Parigi.

All'epoca rimase folgorato dalla sua bravura e la sua bellezza.

A tal punto da donarle vari mazzi di rose nere in anonimato.

Loki amava girovagare per Midgard, nonostante disprezzasse gli umani.

Si imbatté in lei per un puro e semplice caso del destino.

Si avvicinò ad ella, stampandole le proprie.

Fu lesto a lambirne il contorno.

La punta della lingua solleticò il labbro inferiore della ragazza, ridestandola dal sonno.

Stuzzicarla era il suo passatempo preferito.

Non avrebbe mai rinunciato ad irritarla solo per capriccio.

Si guadagnò un sonoro schiaffo, lasciando intendere che odiasse essere trattata come la sua puttana di turno.

L'uomo non mostrò alcuna reazione: tale atteggiamento non le piacque.

Si limitò a massaggiare la parte dolente, avvicinando il volto eburneo a quello della prigioniera.

“Verrai severamente punita per questo.”

Mormorò minaccioso all'orecchio sinistro, legandola alla testiera del letto...quest'ultima iniziò a tremare come una foglia.

Bendò la sua vista, strappandole di dosso l'unica veste che indossava.

Il freddo la pervase fin dentro le viscere.

Loki era estremamente crudele e ambizioso.

Non si sarebbe mai preso cura di lei, tutt'altro.

L'avrebbe trattata come uno straccio vecchio di cui disfarsene.

Evocò un pugnale dal manico intarsiato, sfiorando la pelle nuda della donna.

La gelida sensazione si azzardò a provocarle una scarica di brividi ardenti.

Il corpo della bellissima midgardiana, bramava qualcosa di più completo.

Continuò a sfiorarne la pelle rosea, finché non decise di riporlo sopra il comodino.

Desiderava prolungare quel piacevole supplizio in altri modi conosciuti.

Si umettò le perfide labbra, posandole sul morbido collo di lei.

Fu ingordo e passionale.

Abbassò una coppa del reggiseno, giocherellando col capezzolo.

Notò quanto fosse già turgido.

Lo baciò, lo leccò e infine lo morse.

Elena non poté far a meno di gridare.

Trattenersi era impossibile.

“Invocami, piccola sconsiderata!”

Ringhiò furibondo.

Costei eseguì quanto detto.

Le urla voluttuose della giovane, bearono le orecchie della divinità.

Desiderava scoparla più a fondo, ma dovette attenersi al piano.

La punizione si basava sul negarle il piacere.

Le rimosse la benda, rivelandone le iridi scure.

Erano rosse e gonfie a causa delle lacrime versate.

Tale scenario gli smosse il cuore, eppure non osò chiederle scusa...era orgoglioso fin dentro le ossa.

Uno dei suoi incantesimi le permise di avere indosso nuovi abiti.

Che si trattasse di un'implicita maniera per farsi perdonare?

L'avvolse con una calda coperta di lana, evitando di liberarla.

Avrebbe deciso di eseguire l'azione al suo ritorno.

Rincasò diverse ore dopo: le provviste raccolte non erano granché, ma quanto bastassero per sfamarli.

Aprì l'uscio della porta, dirigendosi al capezzale della ragazzina.

Era in preda ai morsi della fame.

Le slegò i polsi, ricorrendo ad uno dei suoi pugnali.

Erano solcati da vistosi segni violacei.

Li guarì col magico tocco del Seiðr, sfiorandone delicatamente la pelle.

Mugolò appena per via del dolore, rasserenandosi in pochi secondi.

“Il pranzo è servito, mia cara.”

Esordì canzonatorio, porgendole un piatto con sopra del cibo.

Ella rifiutò disgustata.

“Non ho fame, grazie.”

Mentì, cercando di allontanarlo: tuttavia captò al volo la menzogna.

“Non azzardarti a mentire, sciocca umana...è così palese che sei affamata.”

Rispose perentorio senza demordere.

Le porse nuovamente il piatto, riuscendo nell'impresa.

Nonostante disponesse di un notevole caratterino, non era immune alle sue manipolazioni e i suoi raggiri.

Non le avrebbe mai arrecato del male pur ricorrendo a dei metodi poco ortodossi.

Però era accaduto: lo si poteva notare, leggendole lo sguardo colmo di sofferenza e terrore.

“Mi temi?”

Chiese d'un tratto, cacciando un sorrisetto furbo.

Elena deglutì, provando a negare l'evidenza.

Avvicinò il proprio viso, accarezzandole una guancia con estrema lentezza.

Una piccola lacrima gli bagnò il dorso del pollice.

Gliel'asciugò, lanciandole un'occhiata intensa.

Si soffermò sulle labbra a forma di cuore, indugiando a lungo.

Non c'era alcun dubbio, la desiderava.

“Hai paura di me?”

Continuò a chiedere, sperando di non risultare un povero sciocco.

“No...non ti temo.”

Affermò, mascherando la bugia pronunciata.

Il Fabbro di Menzogne se ne accorse in fretta.

Non gli avrebbe mai dato nessuna soddisfazione.

Aveva imparato a conoscerlo.

Godeva delle sofferenze altrui: al solo pensiero ne gioiva.

Scosse il capo infastidito, abbandonandola di nuovo.

Avvertiva il bisogno di schiarirsi le idee.

“Che ne facciamo della ragazza, signore? Ce ne sbarazziamo?”

Udendo la domanda, il Dio delle Malefatte conferì un chiaro e preciso ordine.

“Nessuno di voi oserà torcerle un capello, è chiaro? Assicuratevi piuttosto di cacciare via quell'insulso ragazzino con ogni mezzo necessario...quel trono dev'essere mio.”

La variante obbedì senza esitare.

Chiunque intralciasse i suoi folli piani, avrebbe perito in modo atroce.

Ovviamente tornarono tutti a mani vuote: localizzarne l'esatta posizione si sarebbe rivelato un arduo procedimento.

Avrebbe potuto ucciderli, proseguendo con le ricerche in solitudine.

Preferì dar loro un'ultima chance.

“Agiremo entro domani: non possono più sfuggirci d'ora in avanti.”

Chiosò con aria di trionfo.

Grazie alle informazioni fornitegli dal Loki Vanaglorioso, scoprì che fosse in compagnia di una versione anziana.

Tornò da Elena nelle ore successive: la vide rannicchiata al muro e a testa bassa.

Piangeva silenziosamente, nascondendo il volto.

Bastò poco per intuirlo.

Il Vuoto era una dimensione cosmica priva di ogni logica.

Non sapeva con certezza per quanto tempo fosse stato via.

Lontano da lei.

“Ti converrebbe alzarti: sei in una posizione alquanto scomoda.”

Mormorò, assumendo un tono più mite dall'ultima volta che le aveva parlato.

“Perché continui a tormentarmi in questo modo? Che cosa vuoi?”

Ribatté con la voce rotta dal pianto e rimanendo col capo chino.

Il Signore della Menzogna ignorò la domanda, inginocchiandosi verso quest'ultima.

La ragazza si guadagnò una stretta possessiva e nostalgica da parte sua.

Mai si era dato così tanto da fare per un'umana.

In genere detestava essere melenso con le donne, ma quella ragazzina era un balsamo per le proprie ferite.

Gli veniva automatico assumere determinati comportamenti.

Secondo il Dio, i sentimenti lo distoglievano dalle principali aspirazioni.

Inconsapevolmente ne era divenuto schiavo.

La prese tra le braccia, deponendola sul letto: notò quanto fosse ancora più fragile e delicata.

“Non voglio recarti del male.”

Precisò, togliendosi l'elmetto e sdraiarsi accanto alla fanciulla.

“Ma è già successo, Loki: non si può tornare indietro...e lo sai anche tu.”

Mormorò flebile con la voce venata di delusione.

Aveva persino perso quell'animo combattivo che la contraddistingueva.

“Vieni qui.”

Le rivolse attraverso un invito.

La circondò in un disperato abbraccio, affondando il bel volto candido sulle ciocche castane.

Il loro rapporto poteva considerarsi ambiguo.

Le intenzioni di Loki non erano mai chiare.

Di sicuro non poteva trattarsi di amore, o perlomeno era ciò che ripromettevano spesso.

Posò le labbra beffarde sulle sue, stabilendo un piacevole contatto.

Un brivido lo percorse lungo la schiena.

Gli era mancato assaporare quella bocca paradisiaca.

Era capace di condurlo al Valhalla senza il bisogno di morire.

Fremette al tocco stregato di Lingua D'Argento: le mani di quello scaltro bugiardo riuscivano a captarne i punti giusti.

Mani avide di possederla e plasmarla, fino a renderla una proprietà esclusiva.

Scese con la lingua, percorrendo ogni centimetro del collo.

Gliel'offrì senz'alcun remore.

Cattivi pensieri, invasero la mente di Elena.

Venne colta da un blocco improvviso.

Pensieri che riguardavano l'Ingannatore.

“Lasciati andare: non temere nulla.”

Le sussurrò calmo, mordicchiando sensuale il lobo dell'orecchio.

Non poteva negare di avere un simile effetto su di lei.

Un devastante potere in grado di trascinarla nei sentieri più oscuri.

Le slacciò il corsetto del vestito, elargendola di baci.

Le loro lingue intrapresero una frenetica danza.

Dopodiché iniziò a spogliarla, lasciandola in intimo.

La trovò incantevole nella sua semplicità.

“Sei splendida.”

Commentò languido, pentendosi delle orride azioni nei suoi riguardi.

Lasciarla andare, significava rinunciare all'idromele più buono di Asgard per un vino scadente.

Se non si fosse gettato dal Bifrost qualche anno addietro sarebbe tornato da lei, chiedendole perdono.

Non poteva ritenersi degno di averla, eppure stava accadendo.

Era solo una semplice umana.

Un prefisso destinato a vacillare col tempo.

Ne era follemente attratto e lo sapeva.

Una catena che non avrebbe più spezzato neanche se l'avesse voluto.

Elena credette che quell'elogio in realtà fosse dettato dalla foga del momento.

L'infido Dio dell'Inganno non aveva a cuore niente e nessuno.

“Smettila di adularmi: sai bene che non è così.”

Loki scosse il capo, baciandole la fronte.

Come poteva pensare una cosa del genere?

“Ti sbagli: tu sei mia, lo sei sempre stata...e lo sarai in eterno.”

Dichiarò con fermezza, guardandola dritta negli occhi.

Lo sguardo verde e penetrante del moro la mise in soggezione.

Era reale quella confessione? Davvero le stava a cuore?

Gli lanciò un'occhiata incerta, titubando all'idea che potesse amarla.

“No, Loki: a te importa soltanto di governare, tramare, ingannare!”

Incalzò, scandendo per bene l'ultima parola.

Il Dio degli Inganni non avrebbe mai avuto tempo necessario da dedicarle.

Troppo impegnato ad escogitare nuove trame, vendette e sotterfugi per raggiungere i propri obbiettivi.

“Sei compresa in cima alla lista dei miei gloriosi propositi...cerca di rammentarlo.”

Soffiò, riprendendo a baciarla come non mai prima d'ora.

Consumarono l'amore, rotolandosi tra le lenzuola.

Si era ritrovata sopra di lui, chinandosi a baciargli il torace.

Ancheggiò sul suo bacino, gemendo e gridando come una forsennata.

Il Dio chiuse gli occhi, gustandosi il piacere che gli stava procurando.

Nessuna donna era mai riuscito a farlo sentire così appagato e felice.

Gemette arrochito per colpa del desiderio: come aveva fatto a privarsi di una creatura tanto deliziosa?

Emise un mugolio di estremo godimento.

I baci scambiati con la sua preziosa donna furono avidi e golosi.

La lingua astuta del principe cominciò ad accarezzarle il palato.

Come se i cancelli di un paradiso ebbero modo di spalancarsi.  

Gli morse il labbro inferiore con veemenza, procurandogli del dolore.

Le piacque vederlo soffrire.

Quel gesto insolente le costò caro: lo sguardo smeraldino del Dio, divenne ancora più lucido e famelico.

Ben presto si sarebbe vendicato a dovere.

Quelle gemme brillanti e sagaci la sottoposero ad un'occhiata parecchio intensa.

Le guance si tinsero di un bel rosso vermiglio.

Lambire quelle gote così brucianti e rosse fu come gustare due mele mature...un'esperienza mistica destinata a ripetersi.

La palese timidezza della giovane terrestre lo condusse ad un profondo stato di estasi.

“Sei un privilegio di cui solo io posso disporre.”

Ansimò l'ex principe cadetto, assaporando quella bocca di velluto.

Una dolce minaccia a cui non avrebbe mai potuto sottrarsi.

Annuì con la testa, docile e remissiva: notò quanto fosse ammaliante.

Un timbro roco e profondo, nato apposta per sedurre.

Si soffermò sulle curve dolci dei suoi seni.

Erano sodi e rotondi.

Li strinse con forza, strappandole un gemito furioso.

Ribaltò le posizioni, gettandola con poca grazia sul materasso.

Adesso era lui a condurre il gioco.

Le lanciò uno sguardo carico di malizia: si leccò le labbra, immaginando scenari di pura lussuria.

Al tocco di Loki, la ragazza si sciolse come neve al sole.

Le massaggiò un seno, suggendone il capezzolo.

Successivamente vorticò la propria lingua attorno all'areola destra.

Baciò ogni centimetro di pelle senza fermarsi.

Non poteva farne a meno.

Scese fino a baciarle l'interno coscia.

Elena spalanco le iridi, intuendone le vere intenzioni.

Stuzzicò la femminilità di lei con baci passionali e roventi.

Fu lesto a lambire la carne umida, assaporandone il dolce nettare.

Lo pregò affinché continuasse con quella piacevole tortura.

Gemiti e sospiri si infransero per l'intera stanza.

Risalì, scrutandone i graziosi lineamenti.

Voleva imprimersi ogni dettaglio nella propria mente e nel cuore.

“Non rinuncerò a te...non più.”

La avvertì, riservandole un dolce bacio sopra lo zigomo.

Elena si commosse in pochi istanti.

Poteva leggerne la sincerità in quei meravigliosi specchi d'acqua.

Era consapevole che si sarebbe preso cura di lei.

Strofinò la propria virilità sulla sua invitante apertura.

Un gioco malizioso e perverso, scaturito dal dispetto.

“Implorami di scoparti: so quanto lo desideri.”

Bisbigliò peccaminoso e con una certa imperiosità.

Raramente si esprimeva in termini così poco raffinati.

“Sono tua, Signore del Caos: prendimi.”

Supplicò vogliosa e agonizzante: Loki sorrise compiaciuto.

Lo accolse dentro di sé, cingendo le gambe attorno alla sua vita.

I loro corpi aderirono alla perfezione.

Appositamente per fondersi in un'unica essenza.

Dopo averle permesso di abituarsi a quella gradevole intrusione, iniziò a spingere lento e cadenzato.

L'eccitazione crebbe per entrambi a dismisura.

Oramai erano divenuti un tutt'uno.

Rimase aggrappata al Dio, graffiandogli le spalle.

Costui affondò sempre più deciso e veloce.

“Pregami, piccola: invoca il mio nome.”

Le intimò, continuando coi suoi selvaggi e violenti affondi.

Sembrava quasi una supplica.

“Loki...ohhhh, Looooki!!!”

Gridò a pieni polmoni il nome di colui che aveva compreso di amare.

Beandosi delle sue urla, Loki eseguì altrettanto.

Vennero in simultanea, crollando sfiniti l'uno sopra l'altra.

Un orgasmo travolgente mai sperimentato prima di allora.

Accarezzò le ciocche nere dell'uomo, arrotolandosele al dito.

Non negò affatto di apprezzarle.

In risposta, il Dio del Caos le stampò le proprie labbra.

Labbra beffarde, ironiche e velenose....però così allettanti e tentatrici per essere gustate.

Si girò dall'altro lato del letto, venendo invasa da pensieri di vario genere.

“Voltati.”

La richiamò, accarezzando la schiena nuda.

Elena preferì non voltarsi, temendo di essere cacciata dal suo giaciglio.

Osò baciargliela, sperando in cuor suo di trarne una risposta.

Che avesse commesso un errore senza rendersene conto?

“C'è qualcosa che ti turba, piccola umana?”

Le bisbigliò all'orecchio, cercando di comprendere il motivo del suo strano atteggiamento.

“Ho sbagliato: non sarei mai dovuta venire a letto con te.”

Rimase sconvolto, udendo quell'affermazione.

Cosa la spinse a pentirsene?

“Ti ricordo che hai compiuto una scelta...perché?”

Inquisì, assumendo un'aria stranita.

“Perché tu mi ingannerai, lo stai già facendo.”

Fu un'accusa infondata quella della giovane.

Essa era dettata dal timore dell'abbandono.

“Elena, ascolta: non hai giaciuto assieme a me soltanto per scaldare il mio letto. Per secoli ho frequentato i distinti sessi pur di trarne piacere, ma la mia scelta ricade solo su una persona.”

Confidò, prendendole una mano.

Gliela baciò, dimostrando di desiderare un legame più profondo.

La ragazza colse il gesto, fraintendendo ogni cosa.

Divorò la carne rosea della bocca con tutta l'anima che possedeva in corpo.

Era l'unica maniera per decretare la pace con lei.

“Sono io ad aver commesso un terribile errore: non avrei mai dovuto lasciarti andare.”

Confessò, circondandola con le braccia.

La strinse forte, temendo che gli sarebbe sfuggita di nuovo.

Continuarono ad amarsi, a cercarsi, a coccolarsi...dormirono abbracciati e con i cuori colmi di gioia.

Si erano dichiarati eterno amore, nonostante gli antichi dissapori.

O perlomeno era stata la stessa Elena a confessare ciò che provava nei confronti di Loki.

Il giorno seguente notò di essersi svegliata senza l'uomo che amava.

Non c'era più traccia della magnetica e affascinante presenza del Dio dell'Inganno.

Dovette ricredersi sul suo cosiddetto abbandono.

Si era premunito di lasciarle dei vestiti nuovi e alcuni monili di pregiata fattura.

Lesse il bigliettino, costituito da un'accurata ed elegante calligrafia.

Promise che sarebbe tornato.

Ma non aveva idea di cosa stesse tramando nell'ombra.

Mirare al governo del Vuoto era uno dei progetti più ambiti.

Una cupidigia totalmente irrefrenabile.

La soddisfazione non gli apparteneva: la sua smisurata sete di potere era impossibile da placare.

I pensieri riguardanti la ragazza si insinuarono in lui come il più dolce dei veleni.

Così potente da scorrergli nelle vene.

Era in grado di sciogliere quel ghiaccio, situato nel suo gelido e perfido sangue.

Scosse il capo, tentando di cacciarli dalla mente.

Ne avrebbero causato l'assoluta distrazione.

Adorava osservarla mentre le dormiva accanto: l'avrebbe protetta a qualsiasi costo.

Si era accorto troppo tardi di esserne innamorato.

Poteva considerarsi la sua debolezza personale.

Una droga di cui era divenuto dipendente.

Non pronunciò mai le fatidiche parole: l'eccessivo orgoglio non gliel'avrebbe consentito.

Ardeva all'idea di sollevarle ancora quelle dannate vesti...privarsene lo considerava un sacrilegio.

Perlustrò ogni angolo della zona con meticolosa circospezione.

Il nascondiglio del piccolo Loki doveva essere nelle vicinanze.

La Dea Bendata fu stranamente dalla sua parte.

Qualcuno stava per uscire dal tombino, servendogliela su un piatto d'argento.

Quest'ultimo si rivelò essere un'altra variante di sé stesso, proprio identica a lui.

Inclinò la testa da un lato, come per squadrarlo meglio.

Di sicuro era stato falciato da pochi attimi.

“Beh, salve! Quale di noi, sei?”

Proferì minaccioso.

Alla vista di quelle varianti particolarmente ostili, Loki non poté far a meno di pensare in negativo.

Gli sembrava di vivere all'interno di un incubo.

Assaltarono l'ubicazione di Kid Loki, non curandosi delle fatali conseguenze.

Era giunto il momento di reclamare ciò che gli spettasse di diritto.

                                                  𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲

One Shot:

~ Fire And Mischief ~

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~ Attrazione Fatale ~

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[tommiruewrites]

Hello! Could you please do a genderfluid Butch!Loki x Femme!reader? Just fluff and no smut. Just the reader and Loki getting ready for a date maybe? Thank you so much! And please no use of the term 'lady Loki'! Thank you so much!!! 💕💕💕💖💖

Rom-com

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warnings: reader getting flustered, loki being a smug little shit per-usual, fluff fluff fluff, slightly implied fairy!reader but it wasn't intentional at the time?? idk she just gives off those vibes

a/n: FINALLY OVER MY SICKNESS AND BACK TO POST REQS WOOHOO. I love this req smmmm. First time writing for Butch!Loki so I hope I did her justice!! I tried to still make sure she was in character but I'm not sure it worked... I did my best! also this may have been written like a fever dream because it was.

· • —– ٠ ☆ ٠ —– • · • —– ٠ ☆ ٠ —– • · • —– ٠ ☆ ٠ —– • · You sit in front of your vanity mirror where you have been trying to perfect your makeup for the better half of an hour. Your hair is done, nails freshly painted as you mouth the word to the song playing softly from your record player. Applying a swipe of pretty pink lipstick, you hear a soft but abrupt knock on your bedroom door, causing you to almost smear the sticky substance all over your chin.

"Darling, your ride is here..."

You feel your heart leap against your chest at the sudden interruption, almost as if it's trying to escape from behind your ribcage. You check the time to see the clock read exactly 6:00pm. Of course, she's always perfectly on time, much to your dismay.

You screw the applicator back into the shiny tube, hastily pushing it into a drawer before double checking that you looked alright in your full-length mirror. You take a deep breath to compose yourself before walking towards the door and twisting the handle open.

You open the door to see your green-eyed girlfriend leaning against the doorframe to smile back at you. You can't help the butterflies that swarm your stomach just at the sight of her, but you refuse to let it show that easy. "I do have a front door you know. You could give it a try sometime." You scoffed, unable to keep the wide smile off of your face. After all, your bedroom was on the second floor of your home. 

Loki leaned down to place a quick peck to your cheek, "That would be so much less fun." She loved using her abilities to mess with you endlessly, and you have to admit that you loved it just as much.

She sauntered into your bedroom, that was far from foreign to her, finding a seat near the edge of your bed. You hurriedly grab a pair of earrings from your nightstand, trying not to drop the backs as you put them on. "I'm almost ready. I'll only take a minute, tops." You promise, still struggling with the sparkly jewelry.

You can feel Loki's eyes on your back as you walk around the room, making sure you didn't forget anything. 

"I like your outfit. You look very cute."

Finally done fumbling with the earrings, you turn to look at your girlfriend. Her signature smirk gracing her features. You look down at your ivory satin blouse, short black skirt, and flower-embroidered combat boots; A stark contrast to Loki's baggy black pants and forest green tank top. "...Are you making fun of me?"

"No, no-" She laughs through her words, making you start to laugh a little as well, "You look pretty."

Now that has you blushing, turning away to hide the newly rising heat in your cheeks. "I'm almost ready..." You repeat in embarrassment, grabbing a necklace off of your vanity and reaching behind your head to put it on, struggling with the tiny clasp. 

You can hear the sheets ruffling behind you, looking in the mirror to see Loki walking up behind you. You feel her hands push yours away from the clasp, doing it for you. The lack of space between you has your whole body getting impossibly warmer, and you can see the way Loki absolutely relishes in your flustered state. She finishes up with the necklace, walking to your side to throw her arm over your shoulders. "Ready?"

"Ready."

You grab onto her torso as you feel yourselves transport somewhere new. You close your eyes to avoid getting dizzy, only to open them to find yourself in a beautiful, lush forest. The trees tower miles above you, the forest floor covered in moss, and dew, and beautiful vibrant wildflowers. There's a small, glittering creek running through the greenery, and you can see dragonflies fluttering about, wings catching the sunlight just right. The forest was your safe space. You look over to see Loki holding out a hand for you to take, walking you through the beautiful scenery. 

The two of you walk for hours, talking, joking, and laughing until your throat felt sore. You explored everything your heart desired, both of you relishing in each other's company without the stress of work weighing down on you. 

"How was I supposed to know that?!" You wheezed out through your laughter, Loki's arm around your hips, "Unlike some people, I can't read minds, Loki."

"I was making it blatantly obvious." She chuckled, looking up at a family of birds perched in a tree, "It's not my fault you can't take a hint."

You stop in your tracks, feigning utter shock despite your knowledge of how oblivious to flirtation you can truly be, "Excuse me- I will not be blamed for the five months you didn't just say it to my face!" You expressed with a raise of your brow, a small smirk creeping up on your lips. 

"Oh please, everyone in the whole city knew before you did." She teased, smiling down at you with her arms crossed against her chest.

"I think you just liked me playing hard to get." You smiled, punctuating it with an exaggerated wink, holding yourself back from physically cringing at your own actions.

Loki groans dramatically, "Don't wink at me-"

"What, you don't like it?" You wink a few more times for good measure, "I thought it was supposed to be sexy."

She rolls her eyes at your ridiculous display, "Definitely not sexy."

"Are you saying I'm not sexy? What, are you the only one who's allowed to be attractive in this relationship?"

"This is ridiculous." 

"I don't think it's ridiculous!" You laugh, stopping in your tracks. You look up at your girlfriend, holding back your laughter and forcing on a horrible poker face, "Loki. I think that you are very, very, sexy." 

...

"You can't even take yourself seriously." 

"Would you just take my affection before I choke you with it-"

You opened your mouth to speak again only to realize that it was starting to rain. Within the next ten seconds it was fully pouring, soaking your clothes and seeping chilled water into your skin. Despite your shivering, you couldn't help but laugh. This was exactly like one of those stupid rom-coms that Loki claimed to absolutely loathe, she secretly loves them.

Loki walked towards you, trying her best to shield you from the rain, "It's freezing, let's go before you die of hypothermia..." 

You turned in her arms to look up at her with a stupid, toothy grin plastered on your face, "This is where you're supposed to kiss me, you know." 

It takes her a second to process the words that just came out of your mouth before she's grinning down at you, pulling you in for a soft, sappy, butterfly-inducing kiss. Neither of you can stop smiling long enough to kiss properly, but that almost makes it better. You pull away to look at each other, and you can't believe how lucky you are.

Once the adrenaline of the moment dies down you feel your nerves freezing over, the cold water sending a shiver down your spine. Loki wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into her side with a giddy smirk on her face. "Come on, let's get you home."

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[theaudacitytowrite]

Keep the Faith - Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

A/N: Last Chapter without President Loki, in the next one we’ll switch to his POV again:)

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word count: 2.084

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Dust whirled up from the ground as Glaive dragged Y/N by the collar of their shirt into a large hall.

“The intruder, my ruler,” he grumbled as he tossed their body in front of the throne Red Skull was sitting on.

“Look who decided to join us all by themself.” Red skull crooned amused as Y/N gasped for breath, “All this effort I put into locating you… you could’ve hurried a bit, you know?”

“What do you want from me?” Y/N spat without returning his gaze as they still cowered on the cold ground.

“What I want from you?” Red skull cackled as he slowly rose from his seat and slowly walked towards Y/N, “I could ask you the same. Why were you snooping around my base?”

“Why were you searching and murdering Variants of me?” Y/N retorted dryly.

“I see, you don’t lack in reasoning power.” Red Skull looked them up and down, “Then let’s cut to the chase. We want you to join us.”

“Us?” Y/N asked bewildered.

“Yes, all of us. Our little society we have managed to build over time. You have surely seen our extending base, that's always under construction since we never seize to grow in numbers. We have food, water and relative peace due to our fortress. What else could you want?”

“Why would you want me to join your little society?” Y/N warily propped themself up to their feet.

“We just want you to be provided for, to be safe down here. And surely you have abilities that will benefit us as well but that's only a secondary matter of course.”

“And who is supposed to believe that bull crap that’s spilling over your lips?” Y/N folded their arms in front of their body, “The only thing I believe, is that you want my services for some vile plan of yours. If you were as worried about my well being as you claim, your lapdog wouldn't have brutally killed my Variant... the 'wrong' Variant."

“I see, not that impressionable. I thought someone like you would be easier to manipulate.” Red skull hummed thoughtfully.

“I wouldn’t know why you’d think that.” Y/N snarled.

“Which sane person would stay with a Loki voluntarily if they couldn't be influenced easily?”

“He doesn't manipulate me. We are partners." Y/N glared at Red Skull, "And besides, I owe him my life!”

“Sure, sure. He freed you from the TVA and gave back your memories but to what reward? To die with anguish in the void?”

“At least he’s honest with me,” Y/N muttered.

“Oh, so you are naive.” Red Skull chuckled amazed, “Face it Y/N, as soon as you are not of any service to him anymore, he wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of you.”

“No sassy remarks?” Red Skull mocked them when Y/N kept quiet, “I guess deep down you are well aware of this truth.”

“Cut the crap, just tell me what you want,” Y/N growled annoyed.

“I admire your ignorance.” he grinned at them before his expression dropped, “Then let’s get into it. I’m sure you have seen one of these before.”

Out of his pocket, a TemPad appeared in his hands. It looked quite battered but the main body seemed to be almost entirely intact.

“Where did you get that?!” Y/N gasped surprised.

“Every dog has its days.” Red Skull smugly replied, “But it’s broken and since no newly pruned TVA Hunter has been cooperative or stayed alive even remotely as long as needed to the last alternative was to find you.”

“So I guess you don’t 'prosper' as much down here as you claim.” Y/N huffed.

“Who would want to stay in this hell hole of an existence if they could escape?” Red Skull counter questioned, “Don’t tell me you and your group of maniacs didn't search a way out of the void to get back to their timeline again.”

“Fair.” Y/N admitted, “But what do I get if I help you?”

“What you get?” he scoffed almost offended, “Your life, how about that?”

“That won’t suffice.” Y/N stood their ground.

“It won’t?” he asked astonished, yet a hint of anger accompanied his tone, “Then let me tell you what will await you if you do not comply."

“Do tell me. Let me guess, you’ll end my life.” Y/N scoffed unamused, “Why would I help you if I just die in the end anyway? I saw how your brutes handled my Variant. Once I’ve done my service you’ll kill me, just as you accuse Loki of doing.”

“Oh no, I won’t kill you. Far from that.” he snickered lowly, “Instead I will let my 'lapdogs' hunt down your Lokis. By now they should be weak and unable to fend for themselves. I will bind them and feed them to the allioth one by one until we get to your most beloved of them, your little President or what he calls himself. He will plead and beg for his life until he realises that there is no escape from the inevitable. And when he can feel the allioth pulling him apart by every single thread of his vital energy he will curse you for your betrayal. He will die just because of you. All the while you will watch and hear his screams and pleas and swears he throws your way. And no, I won’t kill you then. I will throw you back into your cell where you will live with all the guilt and memories you will live through again and again until I’ll let you die miserably.”

“Ok, I will do it.” Y/N gulped hard.

“I knew you’d cave in.” Red Skull smiled triumphantly.

“Under one condition.” Y/N interjected, “You will spare the Lokis AND you will take me with you through the TemPad.”

“Why would I say yes to your request?” Red Skull muttered.

“Because you searched the whole void for one specific Variant. Me. Because there is no one else who can help you with the TemPad.” now it was Y/N's turn to grin triumphantly. Red Skull mustered them for a moment.

“Okay.” he finally nodded in agreement.

~~~

Day 7

Entry three.

I screwed up Loki… big time.

Not only did I step into a bear trap, I got caught thanks to my negligence as well. It must be around day six or seven, I can’t be sure, I have lost count in this dark cell they have thrown me in.

When I got caught and was brought to Red Skull, he revealed to me that he had found a broken TemPad. He wants me to repair it.

I stalled for some time, almost three days, as I ‘analysed’ the broken pieces, so I could come up with a plan. I let Red Skull’s imbeciles roam through wide parts of the void for specific parts. I even invented some new words. You'd definitely be proud of my creativity.

And I finally have come up with a foolproof plan… took me long enough. I will not go into detail just yet, I’m afraid they’ll find my notes. But as you know me, it’s nothing less than brilliant.

On the first day here, they actually treated my wounds. I guess they didn’t want their priced possession to die of an infection. My leg is doing fine now, it’s still quite bruised but the bruise has already turned into a greenish colour and walking isn’t as awkward anymore either. So I could start the repairs around day 5 since Red Skull was already getting impatient. I tried to work slow since it’s ‘such a delicate piece of tech’ but I couldn’t delay it any longer and now, as I'm writing these lines, I’m almost finished with it. Tomorrow morning I have to present it. I hope everything goes well.

I wish you were here, telling me that you don’t doubt my skills for even a second, that everything will work out just as planned. It would make me less nervous for sure.

When I stand on my tiptoes I can look through a little crack that leads outside. From there I can sneak a peek outside from time to time.

It seems like nothing much has changed outside. The days are still bright despite the lack of a sun and the night is pitch black without the moon and stars. I miss them.

I wish one day we can sit outside and watch the night sky until the first rays of sun crawl over the hills… this fantasy is the only thing that keeps me going at the moment.

I hope you're well. 4 days ago your supplies must’ve come to an end... I’m sorry to have disappointed you... that I couldn’t keep my word.  But I promised you to return to you and I will! Then you can read my entries and we can laugh about my stupidity together...

I just hope I’m not too late.

~~~

“How are we doing on this wonderful morning?” Red Skull cooed as he entered the large hall. Almost every one of his kin had gathered there this morning. All of them waited impatiently for something to happen.

“Y/N, my angel, show me what you got.” Red Skull grinned brightly as he motioned Y/N to approach him.

“The TemPad is fully functional again…. my ruler.” the last word refused to come out at first as Y/N handed over the TemPad.

“Splendid.” Red skull excitedly exclaimed as he inspected the little apparatus, “But how can I be sure you’re not tricking me?”

Y/N rolled their eyes at him and sighed exasperatedly.

“Do you want a demonstration, my lord?”

“If you already offering so nicely.” he quipped and handed the TemPad back.

“You simply push the button, let it start up, pick a time and a place and voila, you got a portal.” Y/N set the TemPad to a random place and time and with a final touch onto the touchpanel an orange Portal appeared. The room gasped and Red Skull slowly approached the Portal in awe. He reached out towards it but just before he could reach it-

“And you let go of the button and it’s gone.” Y/N let go of the touchpad, the portal instantly vanishing into thin air.

“Task fulfilled. No trickery here,” they emphasised as they swayed back and forth on their heels with the sweetest smile on their lips.

A slow clap resounded through the room as Red Skull applauded their success.

“Very well done, Y/N.” he nodded approvingly and reached out for the TemPad which Y/N handed to him without a fuss.

“What else can I say now?” Red Skull addressed the room celebratory with open arms as he showcased the TemPad.

“Only one more thing to do for me now.” he chuckled pleased, “Guards, detain them.”

“What?” Y/N exclaimed shocked when two guards took hold of their arms, “Why? I did what you told me to! I’ve done everything right! I didn’t even try to trick you!”

“You didn’t really think I’d take an ordinary human with me, did you? Be happy that I won’t slaughter your precious Loki.” he taunted.

“That’s not fair! We had a deal!” Y/N struggled against the tight grip around their arms.

“Shouldn’t you be familiar with betrayal by now? The world is not fair.” Red Skull pouted at them scornfully, “Guards, take them back to their cell and let them rot in there!”

The guards escorted Y/N out of the room but not without a fight. Y/N tried to wring out of the hold but the guards didn’t even budge a little.

“You will regret this!” Y/N screamed in furry.

“Yeah, sure.” Red Skull waved them off, “I’ll think of you when I’m finally in my timeline again. I’ll send you a postcard... if you’re even still alive when it arrives.” he cackled with his footman.

As they rounded the corner Y/N almost went limp in the arms of the guards, their head hanging low. Where a distressed and angered face had been only moments ago, a sly smile was appearing.

They hadn’t even reached the end of the corridor when a sudden blast shook through the base, followed by a shock wave only seconds after. The might of the pressure tossed Y/N and the guards against the walls that were crumbling under the sudden outburst of energy. As the base started to collapse a vast cloud of dust whirled up,  coming down onto the rubble and covering it like a thick cover  once it settled down.

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[queen-of-meows]

After being pruned by accident, Mobius wakes up on a grassy hill and get embushed by a group of marauders led by a familiar looking face.

If Mobius doesn't remember anyone, he realise he's well known among the different members of the self titled Council of Lokis. They won't let him go before he tells them everything. And they also have many stories to tell.

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🎵 10

10. "Fear & Delight", The Correspondants

“You're an addiction pulling me to a grave end You're an enemy who I'm keen to defend Down the black hole of my lust I descend It's wrong but I want you tonight”

Thank you for the ask!

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Old Loki had the first watch. He often did— the others stood sentinel better after a good rest, and despite being old when he got there, he hadn’t felt his age in centuries.

Kid Loki and the alligator were close, curled around each other in a protective embrace. The lovers weren’t too far off. Romeo Loki had his hand in Juliet Sigyn's hair, and she whispered to him to calm his emotions enough to sleep.

The member of their little band that was closest to him, as usual, was Harley-gyn. She would always lay down at his feet wherever he’d sat down. Every time, he told her she didn’t have to do that. Every time, she said she didn’t mind.

A few strands of hair had fallen into her face and he gently brushed them away. He was reminded of the young woman he’d take back to his chambers, shivering and sobbing after another rescue and another heartbreak. She wasn’t his wife—the strong, sorrowful king he knew long ago. She wasn’t a lover— he knew better than that. But she was Sigyn. She was Sigyn.

After an hour of watching Alioth move along the horizon, Old Loki was distracted by a sudden sound. Harley-gyn’s sleep had turned fitful and she gasped. Old Loki put a hand on her shoulder, preparing to wake her up like he normally did, but paused. He took a deep breath and tapped into magics he hadn’t used in… he couldn’t remember. Enchantment magic swirled around his hand, and it seeped into her as he entered her dream.

Harley-gyn was on her knees before President Loki in a room Old Loki didn’t recognize. The other Loki sat on a crude imitation of Odin’s throne on Asgard, made of scrap metal and junk. There were bruises on Harley-gyn’s face and a collar around her neck that President Loki held the leash for. He pulled her closer, a sickening grin sliding across his face.

“Closer, darling, closer…” he purred.

Harley-gyn fought against the leash. Old Loki could see tears in her eyes, and that was all it took (all it ever took) to get him to step forward and break the leash with a spell.

“Do not touch her,” he said to President Loki.

President Loki regarded Old Loki.

“Now it took some particularly tricky spell work to get into her head like this,” he said. “But you… you’re with her aren’t you?”

Old Loki didn’t respond. He knelt down and unbound Harley-gyn’s hands and took off the collar.

“Are you all right?” he asked her.

She laughed through her tears.

“Ain’t nothing I ain’t dealt with every night since I left him,” she said. “He’s really here, ain’t he?”

Old Loki nodded.

“Do you want him gone?” he asked.

She looked over at President Loki, who only just barely masked real concern.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know what I am without him.”

He nodded. “Would you like me to make this safer for you?”

She blinked, wiping her tears away.

“Can you?” she asked.

He smiled. “For you, Sigyn, I can do anything.”

Old Loki stood and turned to President Loki, who stood from his throne and started to back away from the two of them. Old Loki grabbed him by the tie.

“This won’t be pleasant,” Old Loki said. “But I promise that in spite of my desire, it will not be more painful than necessary.”

Old Loki hit the center of President Loki’s forehead with his finger. A bright beam of light shot out of where he hit and connected to the center of Harley-gyn’s chest. The light flowed from President Loki to Harley-gyn. Old Loki touched it, and the flow reversed. Harley-gyn stood.

“What did you do?” President Loki hissed.

“I gave her your spell,” he said. “You force yourself onto her, treat her like garbage, and refuse to let her go. And all the while, she feels powerless to fight you. She doesn’t need me to kick you out, she can do that herself, now, just as soon as she wants to. But something tells me she’s going to keep you around for a while.”

Old Loki let go and stepped back, looking to Harley-gyn, who smirked and summoned her bat.

Old Loki pulled out of the dream and watched Harley-gyn settle into a much more restful sleep. He put a hand on her shoulder, and looked back out at the horizon, Alioth still in the distance.

She wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t a lover. But she was Sigyn.

For better or worse, she was Sigyn.

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[tears-and-smiles-ao3]

When blue meets green

Written for @wolfpup026 over on the All About Lokius discord server as part of the fic/art prompt swap.

"You're not him," President Loki remarked, looking up at the man who had appeared at the door of his trailer.

"No," the man who looked almost like Mobius said as he entered his home.

"Hmm," Loki grumbled. He did nothing as he watched Mobius tap his fingers against every surface, across all his election posters, as if checking for traps. Smart man.

He looked different than Loki last remembered him. His deep blue eyes gleaming brightly, like sapphires glowing in the dim light. Gone was the brown suit of old, replaced with a deep blue version. His hair was longer, almost shoulder length, and definitely hadn't been combed in some time.

His new look definitely clashed with Loki's green suit. Not that Mobius' outfits ever complimented his own.

"You know, I'm not going to entertain you." Loki grimaced, looking down at his nails in disgust.

"Oh, I know. I'm not here for that."

"And what are you here for, exactly?"

Mobius never replied. He continued to walk over to the room’s only chair and sat down. He sank into it like it was a throne. Well, it was Loki’s throne, temporarily, of course. He was getting out of this place, the Void, if it was the last thing he did.

He watched Mobius as his fingers lazily picked at loose threads on the chair’s arms. It had seen better days, but then, so had this Mobius.

"What happened to you?" Loki asked, still leaning against the wall like he didn't care.

"I could ask the same about you."

Loki scoffed, looking down at his clothes. They had seen better days but it was the best he had right now. "That's just rude."

"Yeah, I know."

Mobius wasn't even looking at him. Loki snarled. He didn't like this one bit.

He pushed himself away from the wall and circled the room. His footsteps echoing in the quiet space until he came to a stop behind the chair.

Leaning down, he inhaled deeply. Scents of petrichor filled his nose and he blanched.

"Why do you smell like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a rainstorm."

"Well, it was raining outside."

"And yet, your clothes aren't wet."

The silence descended again. Loki leaned over Mobius, his fingers picking at a loose thread right beside the time agent’s head. Mobius leaned back, his eyes barely catching his own.

The way he looked at him made Loki shiver. It was like something was being unlocked. Before he even had time to think about it, Mobius twisted in his seat and pushed himself up onto his knees. His hands grab onto Loki's collar and pull him towards him.

The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue. Loki tried to take control but he couldn't, the chair made the angle all wrong. Mobius pulled him forcefully around it and their bodies collided.

Fuck, this is hot, Loki mused as Mobius walked him backwards towards the wall. Mobius slammed him against it and began to unzip his trousers.

Oh, hell no, he is not going to be the submissive one here. Using all his strength, he pushed down hard on Mobius' shoulders and forced him onto his knees.

"Right where you belong," Loki growls, but it dies in his throat and becomes a whimper as Mobius looks him dead in the eye and laps at the head of his cock with his tongue.

"Who says I want to be anywhere else?"

Loki can't respond. Words leave him entirely as Mobius swallows down on his cock.

It feels like nothing on earth and Loki doesn't know what to do with this. This doesn't feel like he's in charge. This feels like Mobius has him where he wants him. Yet, he can't bring himself to do anything about it.

His hands are still on Mobius' shoulders, but he lets them wander till he's cradling the time agent's head.

Mobius swallows heavily around him, his throat tightening.

"Oh, fuck, Mobius."

He feels Mobius move, now bobbing his head back and forth, drawing his cock out and back into his mouth. The slide of his tongue against him feels divine.

Just when did Mobius learn to do this?

Despite being worshipped like the God he is, Loki wants more. He wants to touch Mobius all over. He needs to feel the steadying warmth of his skin against his own. He wants to hear Mobius moan in pleasure from being fucked hard.

They desperately need to take this to the bedroom, or what classes as the bedroom in this ramshackle trailer. He grips hard onto Mobius’ hair and pulls. The sly smile that spreads across the time agent’s lips will forever haunt Loki's dreams. He looks like sin.

"Take off your clothes," Loki grinds out. He walks away, tearing off his jacket and shirt, then throwing them to land at his feet. He didn't care how crumpled they got, he needed them both to be naked and on this pathetic looking mattress right now.

Mobius followed behind. He took his time, carefully removing each item and then setting it down on the chair. Loki growled. Why on earth was Mobius, of all people, being careful with his clothes? Hadn't he just witnessed Loki throwing his wherever?

His grumbling stopped as Mobius, finally naked, sank down onto his knees and crawled over and onto the mattress.

"Come and get me," the time agent teased, looking over his shoulder at him. Loki descended onto him, pushing his head down and pulling his hips up. He spreads apart Mobius’ cheeks and licks a stripe up and across his hole.

Mobius groaned. “More. Give me more.”

Oh, he was going to give him more. He let his tongue tease around his rim, circling slowly to deliberately torment the man beneath him. He wanted him writhing, begging for it. Yet, Mobius wasn’t playing fair. He was pushing himself back onto his tongue, trying to get more of it in him.

Loki growled and slapped his ass. “Stay still.”

“No.”

Mobius moved then, twisting round till he was lying on his back. He caught Loki’s eyes as he put two of his fingers in his mouth and ran his tongue all over them. Fuck, then he spread his legs wide.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to do it,” Loki chastised, but didn’t move to help. He leaned back on his hands, licking his lips and watching. “Go on, put on a show for me.”

Oh, and put on a show he did. Mobius groaned as he pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth. He pulled them out, letting the salvia glisten in the dim light for a second before his hand moved down his body. Loki watched, enraptured at the delight in front of him. Mobius’ wet fingers circled his hole for a moment, before he pushed in a finger. He moaned, letting his head fall back against the grey mattress.

Loki couldn’t stop himself. He moved forward and gripped tightly onto Mobius’ thighs, pushing them apart further.

“Why did you come here?” He asked as he leaned down and licked a stripe up his left thigh. Mobius didn’t answer, groaning louder rather than speaking words.

Mobius pushed in a second finger, and Loki couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned his head against Mobius’ thigh, just close enough that he could lick around those fingers with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Mobius moaned, his hips thrusting up at the additional sensation. Loki chuckled and let him move as he wanted as he continued to lick and nuzzle into him. He managed to slip his tongue inside as Mobius’ fingers continued to sink in deeper, and he tasted that electric charge again.

Pulling back, he looked at Mobius once more. The intense blue of his eyes. The smell that stayed with him despite having shed his clothes. “There’s something about you that I can’t put my finger on.”

“How about in? Come on, work your magic, coat your fingers in oil and put them in me.”

He was trying to distract him, Loki knew. He knew all the techniques, all the ways to fool someone. He wasn’t fooled, but he could find out the truth later, after this.

“Right.” A flick of his hand and a flash of green, and Loki’s fingers were slick. Mobius pulled his own out and let them lie by his side, clenching his hand tightly in anticipation.

The tips of Loki’s fingers swirled around Mobius’ entrance once again, circling until he saw the agent's hands relax, then he pushed in.

Mobius was pliant under his touch, at least for the moment. Loki wasn't fooled but he was eager to give this man everything.

One finger became two, carefully scissoring him open. Another flourish of magic and more oil coated his fingers, smoothing the way for him to finally thrust them in and out.

"Yes," Mobius groaned. His head rolled to the side and his legs moved to grip around nothing. Loki pushed him back down with his free hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

He didn't stop fucking Mobius with his fingers until he was satisfied. Just as he went to coat his cock in leftover oil, Mobius moved.

"You didn't think I was just going to lie here and let you fuck me."

"You know I am going to, that's the point in this."

"Not without a fight. Come and get me."

Loki smirked. Oh, Mr Goody-Two-Shoes wanted it rough, did he? Well, Loki was always happy to play this game. He pounced, diving to where Mobius was but he moved, squirming out of his reach. Loki grabbed his right leg and pulled, but Mobius yanked free and scurried to the other side of the bed.

The air crackled with static and Loki glared at Mobius like he was a wild animal. He licked his lips as he leant on his hands and knees, waiting.

Mobius was kneeling on the other side of the bed. If he didn't want this, he could have left. Loki wouldn't have stopped him. It was the sparkling in his blue eyes that told Loki he very much wanted to be caught.

Just what had happened to this man? He wasn't behaving like he normally did. Gone were his mild manners and his love of following rules. The variant wanted to play.

Suddenly, Mobius moved, diving for the next corner, and Loki pounced, landing on top of him. The agent landed firmly on his stomach, his limbs and torso wriggling as Loki used his weight to bear down and hold him still.

Loki nipped at his neck, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin there before whispering in the time agent's ear.

"I'm going to hold you down and fuck you."

"Fuck, yes," came the almost breathless reply.

Loki took his time, moving Mobius' arms one at a time up behind his back and gripping on tight with one hand. He pushed his weight down hard, using his legs to push apart the time agent's legs and creating enough room for his body.

Mobius continued to struggle, but he wasn't putting up a proper fight. It was only when he felt Loki’s cock brush against his hole that he stopped moving.

"I want it. Give it to me."

The trickster grinned. He pushed in and felt next to no resistance. Mobius had let go of any pretence that he didn't want this now, and Loki let himself fall flat against his back as he pushed in deeper.

He felt Mobius pull his hands out from between them, then his right hand reached up and grabbed on tight to the trickster’s hair.

"Fuck," Loki growled. He was almost seated within the warm body beneath him. "What was that for?"

"Just fuck me already."

Oh, Loki hadn't intended to do anything else. He snapped his hips forward, groaning as he pushed himself in, his hips flush against Mobius' thighs. Beneath him, the agent let out a soft whimper, so he did it again, snapping his hips back and forward quickly.

"Yes, harder," Mobius moaned, tugging at Loki's hair like he was some kind of horse. The trickster growled, using his hand to detangle Mobius' fingers from his long black curls.

He slowed his thrusting as he pushed both of Mobius' hands up onto the space above their heads. Then, with only one hand holding them down, and the other gripping on tightly to his shoulder, he began to thrust.

Deep strokes became shorter and sharper, harder, as Loki gave his all to Mobius. He watched the agent pant beneath him, his lips bitten red, and reached down to kiss him. Mobius responded immediately, opening up for him, letting his tongue slide inside. He groaned as Mobius sucked down hard.

Pulling back, their half-liden eyes met and Loki felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"How long have you wanted this?" He panted out, still thrusting deep inside him. Mobius grinned back.

"Who said this is what I came for?"

Loki chuckled, letting go of Mobius' arms. "Show me what you came here for, then."

He pulls out and flops down beside Mobius, lying on his back. The agent growled, turning round to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Brat," He spat out and then straddled the trickster’s hips, before sinking himself down again on Loki's cock. "Can't just get fucked, there's gotta be a reason."

Loki ignores his grumbles and instead grips tight onto Mobius' hips with his hands. His fingers push in, probably leaving bruises. Good, something to remember him by.

Mobius is riding him fast, his cock slapping against both their stomachs as he picks up speed.

The air feels electric. If he squints, it's almost as if Mobius' hair is standing up. He feels something trickling through him from each point of contact, through his cock and Mobius' hands on his chest.

It's when Mobius leans forward and just kisses him that Loki jolts as a current passes through him. His toes curl up and his legs pull back and suddenly he's thrusting up into Mobius.

They break their kissing, too busy trying to breathe as they reach their climax.

"I want you to come," Loki breathes into Mobius' ear. "Let me touch you.

With that, Mobius grips on tight and flips them over, so Loki is on top again. "Have at me," he smirks.

Loki pushes himself up, but Mobius has him trapped between his legs, ankles knotted at his back. He gets enough room to snake a hand around the agent's leaking cock and then he's thrusting in time with his strokes.

Mobius throws his head back once again and looks beautiful, breathing heavily through his mouth with his eyes screwed tightly closed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," He grinds out just as his cock pulses and ropes of white cum spurt up his chest. He clutches tightly around Loki, every muscle clenching as he works his way through his orgasm. The trickster manages to keep fucking him, holding off enough until he's looking up at him with big wide eyes.

"Come inside me," Mobius starts chanting softly, pulling Loki down for a kiss. "Inside, I need it."

When he comes, it's like lightning streaking across the sky. He feels his cock pulse as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep within as he releases his spend.

He's exhausted, but he manages to keep himself upright. His breathing is still harsh, inhaling sharply and panting in Mobius' ear. The time agent is probably disgusted with him, but when he looks all he sees is a soft smile.

Mobius reaches over and pulls him close for a kiss. He’s still panting, and the kiss doesn't last long, but then it's enough to make him return the time agent’s smile.

Eventually, Loki pulls out and lies down beside Mobius, who turns around to face him.

"I need you to come with me."

"What? I know this isn't the ritz but, come on, you want to take me away? You already pruned me."

"I don't want to prune you again. Just, come back with me. I have somewhere for you to rule."

That got Loki's attention. "Where?"

"You'll find out."

"Is that why we fucked?"

"Oh, no. We fucked because we both wanted to, but I came here for you. I need your help with a Kang variant."

"Hmm. I'll need to consider it."

"Yeah, you do that." Mobius got up, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. "I won't be waiting long."

Loki watched him walk to the door, then he turned around.

"Oh, I also have the Tesseract."

That's all it took for Loki to jump up, grab his clothes and run after him.

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[theeoriginals]

glacial embrace (1)

summary: the god of mischief carries a burdensome weight.

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a/n: enjoy my attempt at writing loki

The God of Mischief carried a burdensome weight upon his shoulders. It chiseled away at his thin resolve, making him more bitter as time passed. He no longer found joy in Thor's antics, he didn't find amusement in making life harder for his brother or his family for the sake of harmless fun.

The weight caved his shoulders, and embraced him like a hug from a cold winter breeze. It nipped at his nose, leaving his lips dry. It made his fingers ache to the bone, but he eased into the frostiness, not knowing what else to do.

The chilling embrace encased him, mind, body and soul. It made him lethargic, and mean. His harmless pranks turn into outright war, preying on Thor's bravado and almost getting them all killed by the Frost Giants. His acceptance of the cold overtaking him suddenly makes sense after Odin informs him of his birthright.

The ice makes his way through his brain. It poisons him, like a cancer. Attacking the most vulnerable parts of him, kicking him while he's down. When he hangs over the edge of the rainbow bridge, his father and brother staring down at him, he feels the icy embrace wrap around him and he lets go, his brother's screams echoing around him as he falls into the void of space.

And then Thanos finds him. And he sees that icy embrace, whatever it may be that lingers in him, and he uses it. He convinces Loki that his birthright is a throne. The throne of Midgard, of the weak little humans. Loki's green eyes turn blue, the same color of the ice he was born from, the same ice Odin stole him from. The color of the stone that has overtaken his every waking thought.

And then he meets the Avengers.

Well, he meets two sets of the Avengers. The infold of Steve Rogers' self righteousness and his brother's eau de parfum of stupidity doesn't take a genius to recognize, though it helps that Loki is one.

He gets the Tesseract again, and when his hands wrap around the enticing cube, he feels the cold in his bones retract and disappear for the first time in years. On the other side of the portal he'd so abruptly created, he is met with warmth.

The frozen thrum of his pulse beats rapidly, and he stands with a pant, overwhelmed at the feeling. He clutches onto the Tesseract, clinging to it as the ice makes itself known once more.

The cold embrace encases his heart, and slows his pulse. Loki forces his disappointment at the brief relief away when the uniformed strangers wrap a collar around his neck and accuse him of violating the Sacred Timeline.

For a moment, Loki thought he might be free of the twisted relationship he's had with that ice all these years. But, as he has come to learn so unwillingly, he never gets what he wants without paying a hefty price.

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[anonymousfiction211]

You just have to believe: 14

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A/N: Sorry for being a bit inactive at the moment. I struggle sometimes with my energy and still haven't found a good way to balance everything going on in my life at the moment. Hope you enjoy :)

14. Back to normal The next days they forgot all about Rachel snooping around in his office. Loki went back to the gentlemen he pretended to be. He knew the type of guy she liked, and he sure was putting on a good show, he might actually believe he could be like that for real. Still, he had other plans to worry about.

Loki disappeared a lot, and Rachel didn’t know quite where he went every time. Still, she knew better by now to question it. A god was actually into her and the only thing she did was see red flags and mistrust him. She really tried to ignore the red flags that she had created for herself. She figured since he wasn’t portrayed as a ‘nice guy’ in the Norse Mythology and he is the God of Mischief, she subconsciously would think the worst of him.

Rachel and Kate went shopping again. She was getting used to having this kind of luxury in her life, and if felt like ages ago that she was homeless and barely surviving on the streets. This time she actually got something for Kate too, figuring Loki really wouldn’t mind. A green necklace that made her green eyes pop. It suited her perfectly. When they got back, Rachel put on a movie in the living room and made herself some popcorn. Little did she know, that the guy she was in love with, was just in a room below her.

Loki was in his office in the basement. It was just a room, and it would be really easy to spot an access. Had he not put a spell on it that made people not want to look at it, make them forget the door was even there, like it was a monster they couldn’t look into the eye. Since Rachel was the only one that was actually forming a threat to his scheme, it did the trick.

He always came here to work on his actual plan, but for that plan to start working, he needed to win this stupid campaign. And at the moment it wasn’t going as well as he hoped. He hoped to be ahead with a landslide, but he was actually second in the poles. The difference was very close, still it wasn’t good enough for Loki. He wanted to secure his victory, he needed to win this. I’m not going back in chains he thought to himself. He couldn’t, for him it was life or death.

The problem he faced most is that his opponent was playing the ‘he is not human, he is not from earth, he is not like us’- card. A trick that had worked a long time with different human races, so Loki wasn’t surprised that it worked for Gods who aren’t from this planet. Little do they know how much I actually influenced their history, he thought through gritted teeth.

He needed a plan, something grand, something that would secure his win. He needed to be seen like he was like them, Midgardians. That he had their best interest in mind, which actually wasn’t a complete lie. He thought long and hard about it, and he knew what the grand gesture had to be. He needed to marry, he couldn’t get any closer to being a ‘normal guy’ than being married to an American wife.

He didn’t want to marry Rachel this soon, but he thought it didn’t matter. They would end up marrying sooner than later. Still, if he asked her he wasn’t convinced that she would say yes. So, he had to make sure she would say yes. He wanted to do it the honest way, that would make their honeymoon time a lot easier. But if not, he had other means.

By the time he got back up he saw that Rachel had fallen asleep while watching her movie. He watched her for a moment, he hated how it warmed his hard to see her so peaceful. He was tired from a long day’s work and did something he rarely did. With everyone gone, he let down his guard for once. Taking a deep breath, replaying the events in his head, and opening his eyes to see her still laying peaceful on the couch. He walked towards her and scooper her up in his arms, bringing her to their bed. She woke halfway through the journey to the bedroom, smiling sleepily at him and putting her heard against his chest.

He laid her down on the bed. He couldn’t help it, he kissed her. Softly, on her lips. She started to move her lips with his. When he wanted to stop, to let her sleep, she didn’t pull away. She actually grabbed his neck and started to kiss him quicker. He wasn’t strong enough to pull away at this time. He needed this. He needed her. Still, he needed to be sure that she was on the same page as him.

‘Rachel, if you don’t stop now, I won’t be able to’ he whispered in her ear, resisting the urge to bite her earlobe and drag his tongue against the sensitive part of her neck. Hoping to feel her shiver underneath him.

‘Make me yours’ Rachel whispered back, hoping it might take away her doubts about the relationship. Not sure how to define that relationship.

‘You are already mine’ he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He kissed her deeply and let completely go of the little resistance he had at first. Little did she know how much she was already his, and how quickly that would be permanent.

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[edianilki]

Writing a Sylvie/Loki/President Loki fanfiction

After that I might do doctor strange/Sylvie

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