#president loki x reader

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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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[sserpente]

A/N: Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates! ♥ Some naughty President Loki action seems like a fitting Easter gift to me, what do you think? Also, I’m proud to announce there’s an actual Easter egg in this Imagine that may or may not have something to do with my upcoming English novel… Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2616 Warnings: assassin!Reader, violence, dub-con, smut

One and a half million—as a deposit. That’s how much you demanded to see in your secret bank account before you had even considered going anywhere near what used to be Stark Tower and now acted as a base for him. Loki. President Loki.

You didn’t particularly care who you were supposed to kill, nor who hired you to do it. Governments were corrupted all over the world—there was not a single politician who didn’t act in his own interests rather than the people’s. You were only in it for the money.

President Loki, however… he was different. That man was a god with abilities you wouldn’t even dare dream of as a mere human. Your raised fee would reflect the danger you’d put yourself in if you accepted this mission. And then once the God of Mischief was dead, you’d be ten million dollars richer.

You were the best of the best—you got hired when the job needed to get done. You doubted that anyone else would be capable of sending Loki straight to hell. Or was it Helheim? He was a Norse god, after all. Surely, there was some eternal hellfire reserved for the likes of him.

But then again, you weren’t exactly a saint either. You murdered for money, never questioning whether the person whose life you were going to end was innocent or not. Granted, most of them were not and had red on their ledger one way or another but occasionally… occasionally, they did not deserve to die.

You were pretty certain that Loki did though. He wasn’t the worst ruler this world had ever seen but at the end of the day… he was an alien king forcing humans into submission. You wouldn’t bow to anyone, you thought, as you polished the sharp and hidden blade inside your lipstick. The job was messier when you chose it as your weapon but with Loki, you’d have to be sure. A slit throat would ensure he was truly dead and for that, you would have to get up close.

This time, your approach was going to be a little… unconventional. You had thought about it for a long time—and you had come to the conclusion that there was no other way to get into that tower without getting killed yourself before making it even anywhere near Loki.

Judy Magenta. That was the made-up name you had used to register for the escort service to receive legal identification for offering Loki… your time. It had taken quite a few naughty pictures to lure him in, along with a bought recommendation from another escort girl one of Loki’s lackeys booked regularly.

You had to admit, you did feel a little silly putting on that green glittery cocktail dress after tossing your lipstick knife into your clutch. The black high heels were a lovely touch though. You’d keep them after this job, as a trophy.

-

“You’re here to… entertain the president tonight?” The bulky bald man who escorted you to the lifts after the taxi driver dropped you off right in front of Stark Tower licked his lips when his greedy gaze travelled up and down your V-shaped cleavage.

“I am,” you gave back with a sweet smile, batting your eyelashes at him all the while you imagined kicking him in the balls until he howled for his mummy. You could tell he kept staring at your body and your rather revealing outfit during the ride up to the penthouse but, for the sake of keeping in mind you were not really an escort girl, you elected to ignore it and said nothing.

President Loki was standing at his bar surrounded by power-hungry politicians eager for his attention. Dressed in a black suit with a green tie and those golden horns on his head, he turned to face you with a glass filled with what you presumed was bourbon in his hand. He lifted his chin in a curious manner, his blue eyes narrowing just a little.

“Mr President…” the bulky bouncer began. “Uh… this is…”

“Judy. Judy Magenta. Your company for the night?” you offered. The bouncer let out a relieved breath.

“Ahh… just in time. I was just about to call it a day.” Loki’s voice was smooth, charming. He had a way with words, you had to give him that. Under different circumstances, you’d even admit that he was outrageously attractive. He was a god, after all. That must have been the reason.

You didn’t know if he’d done this before—or if he’d done it back on Asgard but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter, right? You were only doing this because it would give you the perfect opportunity to get just close enough to kill him and get this over with. Pleasure had no place here.

“Gentlemen… I will see you tomorrow. And you…” His blue eyes fixated on you, involuntarily sending shivers up and down your spine. “…why don’t you wait for me in my bedroom? I will be joining you shortly.”

You almost scoffed. So formal… if the sex was going to be anything like that… ugh. Well, most men with a big ego disappointed under the sheets.

Nodding, you made your way over to the door he pointed at and slid inside, taking in the furniture. A king-size bed with green sheets, of course, hundreds of books on shelves towering up all the way to the ceiling, and a neat desk armed with ink and a green and gold quill. It was very old-fashioned but a surprisingly comfortable room, you decided, as you threw your clutch on the bed.

You’d come prepared. Condoms, lube, even a cock ring. Whatever would tickle his fancy before you’d draw your little knife for a different kind of climax. By the time his lackeys would notice he was dead, you would be long gone. You were wearing a wig tonight as well, along with some coloured contacts to conceal your identity. Life as an assassin was a dangerous and lonely one but you were pretty used to it.

You flipped around when you heard the door open, forcing a fake smile. Loki had removed his horns now, and swapped his suit for a more comfortable outfit. In fact, he was shirtless, putting his pale but trained chest and arms on display. He wasn’t as shredded as Thor but the God of Thunder had never been your type anyway. Loki on the other hand… remember, no pleasure!

Your feigned smile widened as you turned around and moved your fake hair out of the way. “Help me undress?” You felt his presence behind you after a few silent steps, his soft fingers ghosting over your back to unzip you.

Needless to say, you had relinquished wearing any underwear tonight even though you did carry a spare pair of knickers in your clutch just in case. Once he slid the green dress off of your body and you stepped out of it, you turned back around, trailing your fingers over his abs.

“Ready for some fun, Mr President?”

“Loki will suffice, pet,” he replied. Pet? Oh, of course. Complete and utter submission. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him and instead, took his hands in yours and started walking backwards until you could lie down on his bed, pulling him on top of you.

You had to admit, you quite enjoyed how hungrily he glared at your naked body, his blue eyes wandering over every single inch of bare skin as if he was a demon you had summoned and now aimed to please in exchange for his power. The bulge in his trousers grew quickly as he hovered above you.

“Loki,” you repeated, testing his name on your tongue. Then, you reached for your clutch on his bed, pulling out the lube.

“And what’s that when it’s at home?” he asked, eyeing the bottle in your hands suspiciously.

You smiled at him. “Lube will make this experience more enjoyable for the both of us, Loki.”

The God of Mischief frowned. You blinked at him when he began to chuckle as if you’d just told him a hilarious joke.

“I can guarantee you, we will not need it, pet.” You were about to protest when he cupped your cunt with his hand all of a sudden, two fingers lightly stroking over your outer lips. You dropped the small bottle the moment his thumb found your clit, applying just enough pressure to ignite… arousal. He knew what he was doing. You realised that the moment he bent down to pepper your neck with hot kisses and teasing licks, his digits working their magic. He had you wet and ready for him within minutes of this delicious treatment. Fuck… you were not supposed to be enjoying this!

“There we go… it seems your body thinks we don’t need your lube either…”

You gasped for air when he slid two fingers inside of you, curling them at your g-spot. Your hips were bucking up to meet his hand against your will the moment the slick sounds of him fingering you echoed through the silent bedroom.

“Oh… fuck…” That felt good. You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had taken a minute to masturbate. That… that must have been why. You hadn’t had sex in so long that Loki exploring your soaking pussy had you writhing because of your celibate lifestyle.

His dark chuckle went directly between your legs too. And it was only then you realised that his trousers had disappeared into thin air, willed away by magic. You could feel his hard length pressing against your inner thigh, eager to claim you. Much to your own surprise… you wanted him to.

“C-Condom…” you choked out panting. But your reward was Loki removing his fingers from your cunt to instead snatch your wrists and pin them down above your head to render you all but helpless beneath him.

“A condom? I don’t think so, pet…” And with that, he forced himself between your legs and used his free hand to guide himself into your waiting hole. Inch by inch, Loki pushed forward, sheathing his girth inside you until he’d claimed you to the brim. His growl made you moan as he filled you so deliciously well that you believed your pussy was made for him.

When he started moving, you almost forgot why you were here. Loki withdrew almost entirely and then began rutting into you like there was no tomorrow. He fucked the assassin right out of you—for when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he made sure to attack your neck yet again.

Moaning, you arched your back, your breasts brushing against his bare chest with every single thrust of his and fuck, this man knew how to use his tool. Each and every stroke drove you further to what already felt like the best orgasm of your life as the sound of sex and skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“I can feel you tightening around me, pet. Cum. Beg me for my seed,” Loki growled into your ear. You wanted to disobey him—wanted to disobey that commanding tone, that entitled smugness. But you couldn’t. Loki played you like an instrument, taking that delicious climax from you whether you wanted to give it to him or not.

You came around him with a moan, your toes curling and your walls pulsing around him, doing just what he had asked you to do. Your cunt was begging for his seed. He was merciful tonight. Loki reached his own peak with a low growl only moments later, filling you up and staining your walls until it came oozing out of you.

Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, that arsehole had screwed you without a condom! Only now that you came back to your senses did you realise what you had let him do. Okay, don’t freak out… you can get a morning-after pill as soon as you are out the door. You’d ruin everything if you lashed out at him now. Besides… Loki was still hard—and it did not seem like he was going to tire any time soon.

-

It was three a.m. when he finally let you rest. Your pussy was sore, his cum leaking from almost all of your openings. He’d made you cum for him at least six more times before you’d lost count and now… now he was sound asleep next to you.

Time to strike.

As quiet as a mouse so you wouldn’t wake him up, you reached for your clutch that had at some point fallen to the floor, retrieving your lipstick knife. Then, you climbed on top of him, revealing the blade in the dark. You could barely make out his features with the curtains drawn but your eyes were trained to work in the shadows.

You gripped your weapon tighter, ready to slit his throat.

“I wonder…”, he mused with a start. You froze. “I wonder how much money you were offered to try.” He’s awake. “Are you going to tell me, pet?”

Your heart was beating so fast you worried it would jump straight out of your chest. Your paralysis lasted for only a second too long. By the time you reacted to finish what you’d started and kill him, he’d already overwhelmed you. Loki snatched your wrist so harshly you were forced to drop your weapon. He flipped you both over so you came to lie on the bed beneath him, his face only inches from yours. You winced when he ripped the wig off of you.

“Now… I’m impressed. You went to considerable lengths to get close to me. But you see, pet, I am the God of Mischief. I’m not easily tricked.” Cold shivers ran up and down your spine when he proceeded to call you by your real name. “But I must admit,” he went on, “that I am also a little disappointed. You know the punishment for attempted assassination of your king, do you not?”

Death. Execution. You swallowed thickly. How had he found out? He’d known. He’d known this entire time you were no real escort girl and still… he’d still fucked you! You gnashed your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him with anger usurping your growing fear.

“It’s a shame, really… you would make such a fine pet. Hmm…” He paused, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent deeply. “I think I’m going to keep you.”

Your eyes widened. “Kill me or let me go, Loki. I’m not playing your stupid games.”

“Oh, but you will, pet. You better get used to your new surroundings. You won’t be leaving any time soon.”

He made you moan involuntarily when he pushed inside of you without any forewarning. You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten hard again.

“Now…” he mused. “How much was it?” His lazy strokes made you even angrier—it felt good. Too fucking good.

“Ten… million,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Ahh… well, I hope the money was worth your freedom. Because you are mine now, my little assassin.”

You wanted to punch him, scratch him and bite him, to wipe that mischievous smirk from his face. But you couldn’t. Not right now anyway—Loki kept rutting into you until you were sure to lose consciousness. My little assassin… you hated the depraved and lascivious part of you that enjoyed the idea of him keeping you as a pet.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d finish your mission, right after… right after you’d let him give you another orgasm. You’d… find a way… surely…

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[multi-fandom31]

FINALLY OMFG IM CRYING

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[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-01-29

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite President!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ His Pet by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine President Loki capturing you, a TVA agent, in the void and keeping you as his pet..."

✑ Presidential Plaything by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine President Loki kidnapping you… in an attempt to lure [your Loki] into an ambush. But while he waits, he realises that a Midgardian such as yourself could be a rather interesting plaything..."

✑ Two Sides of a Coin by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "It's all fun and games, until you touch what belongs to the wrong person."

✑ What Do You Say, Love? by lokiodinsonofasgard000 • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "[You] and Loki had always had this sexual tension between one another... Of course something was bound to happen with all the tension they built up over the years of constant back and fourths."

✑ What's His by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine President Loki showing everyone who you belong to after he notices the other Variants looking at you longingly..."

✑ Yes Mr. President by strangerquinns • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Being a part of President Loki's re-election campaign, you never thought you'd get the [chance] to be with him in his office. Alone."

✑ First Son, the by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Greatest Treasure by autumn-hiraeth • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Hiding Mr. President by imagines-nerd • 〔F〕 •

✑ Love Bite by laufeyamp • 〔F〕 • ♡ •

✑ Mercy by lokisprettygirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

✑ Mister President by dragon-kazansky • 〔F〕 •

✑ Play Time by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Smug by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stay Where You Are by dragon-kazansky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Who's the Girl? by autumn-hiraeth • 〔F〕 •

✑ S.F.W. Alphabet… by laufeyamp • 〔F〕 • ♡ •

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[lokischickadee]

Loki on our birthday? My birthday is next week...☺️

Hey!! Happy early birthday!! I didnt know what kind of fic you wanted so I just did headcanons. I hope that was ok.

•first of all, he is such a soft baby for you!

•he would have your birthday on a calendar and would plan months in advance

•he knows you inside and out so he already knows what kind of cake and ice cream you like

•if you like big parties, he would call all of your friends and family (if you have a good relationship) and arrange a huge party

•but if you want something small and intimate, then he will make arrangements for that

•he would cook you your fav meal

•i feel like Frigga taught him how to cook so he would be really good

•if your culture has special foods that are served at birthdays then he will do his best to make them

•imagine Loki icing a cake🥺

•loki would make you a delicious cake decorate the house

•as for a gift, I think he would put a lot of feeling into his gifts

•I think Loki would ask would bring you something from Asgard

•like jewelry, books, flowers, exc

•he would stress so much tryin to make sure your gifts really express his love for you

•loki would be so nervous so when you open them, make sure to tell him how much you love them

•he would give you lots of kisses and tell you how much he loves you

•i think he would write you one or more letters for you to read on your birthday

•they would be so sweet and deep

•he would be the perfect boyfriend/husband on your birthday

Hope you enjoyed and happy birthday!!!

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Sit. Still.

PAIRING | president loki x reader 

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cockwarming, sir kink, nickname (puppy, pet), praise kink, begging, desk sex, a glimpse of aftercare?

Some might think, hm I've read this before, that's because I deleted that fic from my main-blog (@marvelfanfics1) and turned it into a sfw blog ;)

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President Loki had you seated on his lap, with his cock stuffed inside your pussy for full 2 hours now, not letting you move at all.

You had been needy all day, wearing the shortest skirt, 'accidently' spilling water over your white dress shirt, and touching him every chance you got just to spur him on.

"L-Loki, please! " you whined, trying to rock your hips to get some friction but his hands were tightly holding onto your hips, stopping you from doing so. 

"What? That's what you wanted, wasn't it puppy?" he asked trailing a finger up your side and over your chest, making you shiver and lean more into his touch but the sudden hand around your throat made you look directly into his eyes. "Sit. Fucking. Still." 

"Yes, sir," you choked out and he leaned forward to kiss from your collarbone up to your ear, nibbling on it and he smirked at the sounds you made.

"If you stop whining and help me go through the papers I didn't get to finish because of your neediness, I might let you cum," he whispered in your ear then leaned back in his chair again.

When you nodded he lifted you up from his cock, making you moan out loud, and turned you so you were with your back to him, lining his cock back at your entrance and slamming you down. 

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from whining while looking through those stupid papers, which were a lot, showing the president where he had to sign and asking him in which folder to put them.

Forty minutes later, you sighed and let yourself fall against his chest when you were finished. President Loki chuckled and kissed your neck, his hand going from your belly down to play with your in slick covered clit.

"You have been such a good girl for me, pet," he praised, making you moan out for him.

"Please, please, I just- just wanna cum," you begged, gasping when he stood up and bend you over his desk, his cock still buried deep inside you. 

"Cum as many times you please, my needy kitten," he said before starting to pound into you in a punishing pace.

"Oh, fuck-" you gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, with the other you were scratching over the wood when you felt your long desired release building up inside you.  

 Loki groaned when he felt you tighten around him and you didn't think was possible, he went even faster and harder to chase his own orgasm.

"I know you're close, pet. I can feel your needy cunt squeezing me," he moaned and grabbed some of your hair, pulling you back up to kiss you.

A few more thrusts and you came all over his cock, moaning loudly into the kiss with your legs trembling. You would've fallen right on the desk if Loki wasn't holding you in place.

He kept pounding until you felt him release inside you, after catching his breath he slowly slid out of you and you whimpered at the loss of him.

"You did so good, baby," he said and kissed your cheek, tugging himself back in his pants and picking you up. "Let's go and take a relaxing bath, would you like that?"

"Yes, please." You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x fem!reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson smut #loki imagine #marvel smut #president loki x reader #president loki smut #president loki

[suguru-getos]

I want to see President Loki whipped in love with a mere human so much so that he doesn’t know how to act around her. She is literally the bane of his existence 😏 and he’s just. Simping… in his Loki way. Gonna make sure she gets proper breakfast, her favorite foods which he may or may not have threatened her friends to tell. Her pets are taken care of, the most royal treatment with his politeness always snugging her close.

The only problem is… she thinks she is abducted and Loki is married to her in his head. :/

#president loki #president loki imagines #president loki x reader #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki (marvel) #loki 2021

[ashdreams2023]

Hello. Can I request sub!Loki variants (TVA Loki, President Loki, Classic Loki) with dom!reader headcanons? SFW only please

Dom reader x sub Loki variants

TVA Loki is basically the cuddliest out of the three

He likes getting attention and praise

Sucker for when you play with his hair and gets all pouty when you ignore him

Always trying to be close to you and holds your hand

Begs for a few more minutes cuddling in the morning

Likes when you hug him from behind and smack his butt when you walk by

President Loki demands your whole attention, but unlike tva Loki he wouldn’t pout and let it be oh no

Expect everybody’s day to get ruined with his

So please take some time of your time and pay attention to this attention whore

But really, he doesn’t mean harm by it. He really wants to be with you

Although, he feels a tad bit guilty about distributing you or making you stressed with his temper tantrums

Cue him buying you something like your favorite meal or staying out of your way when you get home

Classic Loki is shamelessly an attention whore and he makes it known

He’s a darn prince damn it you pay attention to him and give him head rubs

He’s so greedy, he wouldn’t wake you up to work just so you can stay with him

Out of the three he’s the only one who would go walking around openly with his love bites because he likes showing off your handy work

He’s the biggest brat, causing trouble so you would look at him with those intense eyes of yours

His weakness is when you tug on his hair though

#loki variant #imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #president loki x reader #tva loki #classic loki #loki layfeyson x reader

[chairwritexv]

in addition to the main timeline loki, i’m now writing for TVA!loki, Sylvie!loki, kid!loki, president!loki, and (platonic)!alligator!loki !!!

#loki x reader #tva loki x reader #president loki x reader #kid loki x reader #sylvie x reader #croki x reader #alligator loki x reader #loki series #loki show #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie odindottir #chair writes

[untitled-writer-013]

Beautiful Delusions - Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~fin~

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

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[five-miles-over]

It's Loki's World and We're All Just Living In It

Pairings: President!Loki x reader

Summary: After having taken over the entire Western Hemisphere and calling it his "Midgard", your boss President Loki believes that he needs an excellent running mate for the upcoming elections. And who better a running mate than…his own variant?

President Loki commands the TVA, which is currently under the leadership of Agent Mobius, to bring the one variant that has managed to escape the president's radar. And your new job? Help the future vice president adjust to his new role.

Author's Note/Disclaimer: Since this takes place in New York, I'm using a few bits of American political jargon and briefly referencing the 2012 U.S. election. Please, please know that I'm only doing it just to give the reader an idea of how President Loki got his power. By no means is this meant to be a political statement, nor is it meant to offend any political party. It's just a fictitious scenario made purely for entertainment. 

That being said, this is my first time writing for President Loki. I hope you like it, and please feel free to leave constructive criticism. 

New York City - 2018

There was once a time when every country had their own ruler - Canada had a prime minister, while the United States and (almost) every country in South America had a president. It was a time when the Western Hemisphere wasn't a single continent known as Midgard, and the word was nothing but a word from Norse mythology that literally meant "Middle Earth".

The Battle of New York, which had taken place on May 4, 2012, was President Loki's first official victory. Not his first electoral victory, but his first victory as the leader of an army. Using something known as the Chitauri and a powerful scepter, Loki was able to make New York City fall at his feet. Literally. Almost no one in New York had even seen a Chitauri before , but by the end of the year, almost everyone with internet access believed in the existence of the Chitauri. Some even whispered that Loki threatened the most powerful voters with potential attacks from the Chitauri. 

But you knew that wasn't true. Anyone with half a brain cell knew that Loki won the American presidency through sheer charisma and a dash of Machiavellianism. And by convincing the American public that his party was the only one that would promise long-term happiness and satisfaction. But the real moment that led to his victory was when the National Broadcasting Company television network showed special coverage featuring endorsements for Loki given by the presidential candidates running against him. There was speculation among journalists and political analysts that the candidates were under some type of external influence - a form of coercion, if you will - though related rumors quickly faded. 

The next six years were nothing short of revolutionary. President Loki celebrated his victory with great pomp, relocated the president's office to New York City from its traditional place in Washington D.C., declared May 4 to be a national holiday known as Revolution Day, got married, introduced a group called the Time Variance Authority as his new personal police, and seduced the world leaders into "joining hands" with the United States. By 2015, nearly three years after Loki was elected as President of the United States, Loki was also the President of Mexico, Canada, Honduras, Puerto Rico, Brazil, Argentina, El Salvador, Haiti, Suriname, Guyana, and Greenland. (His long-time dream was to take over the British royal family one day, but that plan would require much more than honeyed words of diplomacy.)

2015 was also the time you joined President Loki's staff as one of his closest assistants. While growing up, you had fantasized about what it would be like to live and work in the city that never sleeps, but never in your wildest dreams did you think that you'd be employed by a president, let alone a politician. 

To say that working in Loki Towers was challenging would be an understatement. From eight in the morning to nearly five-thirty at night, you were constantly on your feet delivering coffee to some of Loki's "senators" (who were former members of S.H.I.E.L.D.), sending emails to set up some of the President's appointments, planning decadent parties with no budget limit (aka orgies) for the President's delight, and attending political discussions with the President himself. 

While the job paid well, almost a hundred American dollars per hour, it wasn't always the most dignified. Like today's encounter:

"Mister President?" You knocked on a smooth mahogany door belonging to the president's office. "Mister President?"

"Open, don't take too long." 

You opened the door to find President Loki sitting on his ebony throne…with a model with a pixie cut, wearing a black mini pencil skirt and a green bralette with diamonds, straddling his hips. 

"I've been learning the secrets of Victoria," Loki purred, running his pale hand along the backside of the model. With a single tug, he untied the knot tying her bralette from behind.  

Not flinching, you took a sharp breath instead. "Agent Mobius from The Time Variance Authority is in the lobby waiting for you."

"Wait five minutes. Then send him in."

You swiftly closed the door with a slam, and a smirk formed upon Loki's lips. Something told you that he enjoyed getting under your skin from time to time. But it was pretty hard to hate him. 

President Loki, even though he partied more than any other president in history, was a surprisingly good president. He was able to clear every country's debt, reduce the price of petrol, and even prevent the U.S. from entering a new recession. However, he was fully conscious of the five assassination attempts against him and the members of the government who envied his political success. As King Henry IV would say, "uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." Yes, that's right. President Loki wore a small crown with horns, which his haters called a 'symbol of Satanism' and a 'threat to democracy.' All they received in return was a maniacal laugh that made some of them wet their pants. The president knew they weren't worth his time, nor were they bound to live long.

Fifteen minutes after leaving Loki's personal office, you were seated at a long table in the center of a conference room. A man with salt-and-pepper hair held a few manila files in his hand, and stood at the head of the table while the president sat nearby. Soon, each and every seat was filled by Loki's campaign managers, a few trusted senators, and assistants like you.

President Loki cleared this throat and gave the room a smile. "I understand you all know why we've gathered here now."

The room murmured in agreement, and Loki silenced them by giving the screen on the wall a sharp tap.  "We have six more months until the next elections come, and my running mate has proven himself to be incompetent."

"Well, what would you expect when hiring an alligator to be your vice president, sir?" The man with salt-and-pepper hair chuckled. No one in the room joined in Mobius's quiet laughter.

"I certainly was not expecting to lose my right hand, Mobius." Loki held up a prosthetic hand that was shinier than most glass buildings were in the summertime. 

One of Loki's campaign managers, a tall man with shoulder-length blonde hair in a black suit, leaned forward. "We need to recruit someone quickly…perhaps the missus?"

"No, no. She's busy being angry at the world. How could she possibly be a vice president? I have a hard time getting her to show up on time to our parties." The president scoffed, earning laughter from the room. "I've decided to bring someone like-minded, obedient, intelligent, handsome, and full of mischief. Someone who will bring…variance to my campaign."

The campaign managers murmured in awe amongst themselves.

"His name is Loki as well," the president smugly said. "Which is precisely the reason why I've called Mr. Mobius, the head of the TVA, here today. He's going to explain how we'll bring Loki, or rather Mr. Laufeyson as we shall call him."

Mobius politely thanked the president before explaining to the rest of the room how the Time Variance Authority worked. The TVA worked to monitor the multiverse, pruning various timelines if they ever became too dangerous to humanity. And since there were branching timelines, each and every person had variants, or alternate versions of themselves. Under the new operation mandated by President Loki, the TVA was responsible for gathering variants of the president, or "Loki's" as they were collectively known. Some of the variants agreed to support President Loki, while others violently opposed him.

But until now, there was one variant who'd managed to go unnoticed, mainly because this variant hadn't caused much damage except for a few shenanigans on Midgard. And because this variant was busy constantly fighting the Avengers. 

"Since Mr. President believes that Mr. Laufeyson is capable of being a suitable running mate, we are going to bring him from his timeline into our timeline."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, Mobius." President Loki gestured for Mobius to be seated.

You raised your hand, and leaned in closer. "But wouldn't doing this cause a Nexus event, since Mr. Laufeyson isn't meant to come into contact with us?"

"Then we create a tiny little multiverse of our own," President Loki simply said. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about."

"We'll keep an eye on the variant, and the TVA - " Mobius quickly paused, noticing the words he'd just said. "I mean, Mr. President here has the final say, but the TVA will keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do too much damage to the Sacred Timeline."

"The Sacred Timeline can go to hell for all I care." President Loki dismissed. "Send a group of your strongest Timekeepers, Mobius. We need to take him from his timeline before he's imprisoned in Asgard. While he's still in New York with the Tesseract."

"I can have them sent in fifteen minutes, Mr. President." Mobius stood up from the table, gathering his files.

President Loki turned to you. "And you, darling. I'm placing you in charge of my vice president's welfare once he arrives here."

"Like a bodyguard?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No, sweet darling." The president shook his head. "You'll show him around, make sure he's settled in his apartment, and look after his schedule."

"So you want me to be his assistant too."

"I want you do to do as I tell you," President Loki commanded.

"Of course, Mr. President." You rose from the table, and the president's blue eyes twinkled with a dark gleam.

President Loki triumphantly kissed the TVA agent's lips, cupping Mobius's cheeks. "We are on the edge of a golden world!"

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[sserpente]

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! ♥ Requests from @incurablyromanticsblog​ and six (!) anons. I had so many super short requests that wouldn’t have made a whole story on their own, so now… here we have a spicy-President!Loki-Bonnie-and-Clyde-like-but-somehow-also-fluffy-Valentine’s-story! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 4768 Warnings: succubus!Reader, smut, fluff, violence, poison, imprisonment, blood, starvation

Moaning in a satisfied manner, you rolled over, letting the warm morning sunlight warm your naked skin. The sheets shifted a little during your movement, revealing your bare back to the barely awake God of Mischief resting next to you on the enormous king-size bed his magic had conjured up.

You shivered when his long digits ghosted over your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Good morning, pet,” he purred, his mischievous smirk speeding up your heartbeat in an instant.

“Morning…”

“Are you hungry?” His left eyebrow rose a little, daring you to an answer. You smiled, your eyes falling back shut.

“I’m good, actually. Not many men keep me up all night, you see.”

Loki chuckled. “There are no men like me, I can assure you.”

You had been fucking like wild animals for the past few weeks now. The sexual tension had been growing ever since you two met and when the God of Mischief found out you were a succubus… he offered you to feed on him in exchange for pleasure. He was different from the other men—the men back home who didn’t treat you like more than a body to have sex with because you needed it to survive anyway—no. Loki saw you. He saw your desires, saw your will and your persistence to survive after you had confessed your life story to him.

That you had fled your home to not be married off into a harem. To not serve incubi and their mortals men-slaves as warm a warm body to keep their cocks warm. Loki must have been sent to you by fate. When he told you about the Tesseract—an ancient artefact powerful enough to send you to different dimensions—you were intrigued and he had proposed a deal.

Help him, become his ally, and in return, he would ensure the blue cube would send you wherever you wished. You scoffed into the soft pillow. When you’re on the run, it was easier to flee to another dimension altogether. They wouldn’t search for you or find you there.

There wasn’t much you knew about Loki aside from the fact he was an Asgardian God and a Frost Giant by birth. You had learned quickly enough his adoptive father had neglected him and that his brother, Thor, was irritable enough for him to curse his very existence even though part of him loved the God of Thunder.

Having sex with him started out as a means to an end—to help with the constant sexual itch lingering between you two, a distraction as you raided Midgard for the Tesseract like a modern Bonnie and Clyde, leaving nothing but chaos and havoc behind. But then, one innocent morning, when he had still been asleep peacefully and you’d watched his relaxed features, stroking his gorgeous cheekbones… you realised you had fallen for him. Loki was an outsider much like you. He was mischievous, intelligent and oh, he could be so deliciously evil if things didn’t go his way.

Just now, you had lied to him. You were hungry again already. But if you fed on him now, a quick fuck would likely turn into Loki chaining you to the bed and having his way with you until you could all but whimper his name, over and over again. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You had work to do. The Tesseract had last been located in a government facility here in New York—a place Loki was only too keen on keeping away from even though he had no intention of letting you know why.

“I will get dressed and head down to the facility, lurk about and spy a little. I’m sure I’ll find a security hole within an hour.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. We need the cube sooner rather than later.”

Loki frowned, propping himself up on his elbows when you stood. Stark naked, you tiptoed through the room in search of your clothes that were scattered all over the floor thanks to your uncontrolled passion last night.

You resisted the urge to jump back into bed and lick every single inch of his godly body. His naked upper body looked gorgeous in the sunlight shining through the open windows. You hadn’t bothered closing the curtains yesterday.

“You have barely slept, pet. It will take time to retrieve the Tesseract. You don’t know the Avengers like I do. They will do everything in their power to keep the cube out of harm’s way.”

“Why? What do they want with it?”

“Nothing, except for an undying power source for electricity and weapons. They have no interest in travelling through dimensions, even though I would argue SHIELD does indeed.”

“The Avengers… SHIELD… you speak in riddles, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “That shall be a story for another time.”

“You say that a lot, you know.”

Humming, he stood, revealing a delicious view of his behind before eventually turning around to face you again. You licked your lips, your eyes automatically travelling down to his length which had been inside of you only a few hours before.

“You need rest, pet. You will be of no help to me if you drop unconscious out of exhaustion sooner or later.”

“I’m fine, Loki. I’m not human either, remember?”

The God of Mischief lifted his chin, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones. Your eyes fluttered shut. You did love his gentle touches. In fact, now that you thought about it, Loki’s hands were on you constantly. It wasn’t just the body parts men usually found sexually attractive, though you had little grounds to complain about his palms exploring your breasts, buttocks and pussy whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, Loki’s knuckles brushed over your forearm, other times, he would rest his face on your bare stomach after a long day of causing just enough mischief for the guards and SHIELD agents to remain distracted and stressed. It was almost like… like he was touch-starved.

You had seen this god murder men who stood in his way, had seen him drive another insane with wit and manipulation but with you… with you he was as soft as the light touch of a feather sailing to the ground.

Standing on your toes, you brought your palms against his well-defined chest and kissed him hungrily. Your senses awakened as soon as you initiated the act of intimacy, your body more than ready to feed on the sexual energy seething inside of him.

No time, not now. You could still fuck him senseless tonight when you were both back in this mediocre hotel room Loki’s seidr had turned into a small palace. Perhaps, however, there was just enough time for you to suck him off in the shower, to sate your hunger just a little?

“I’m going to get washed,” you announced, reluctantly releasing his lips. “Care to join me?”

Loki’s grin was louder than any verbal yes could have possibly been.

-

If he truly loved you back, Loki was guarding the secret like the SHIELD agents were guarding the Tesseract. You decided to make your move the same night before you’d pass on from impatience. Perhaps it was ridiculous to hope that once the Infinity Stone was in your possession, Loki would take you with him wherever he went. Perhaps it was selfish, too and yet, the closer you stepped to the cube, the more you began to despise the very idea of parting ways with the cheeky God of Mischief.

The horrifying thought, ending up alone yet again and losing the man you had fallen in love with, kept you distracted. You had to rely on Loki once he opened a green, shimmering portal to the inside of the facility.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” he whispered into the utter darkness, allowing you to cling to his leather armour as you sneaked through the dark and empty hallways. The guards were positioned around the securely locked room containing a “confidential” object. You could feel it in your very bones. It must have been the Tesseract.

Loki nodded at you once you were close enough. You could barely make out his features but it was enough for a mute understanding. Kill everyone on sight because they will not hesitate to take your life either.

You had murdered many times in your life. It was necessity and raw survival instinct that had made you who you were—what were a few more deaths, now that your freedom was so close you could practically feel it?

Your senses were tingling, your breath shaky. It was then you heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps that did not belong to Loki or you. Bracing yourself for the fight, you clenched your fists, claws replacing your manicured fingernails. There were perks to being a succubus, after all—ripping your foes to shreds was one of them.

“Brother?”

The warm and deep voice, however, let you pause. Tilting your head, you glanced over to Loki whose lips had parted ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, lifting his chin proudly. One heartbeat passed, then another… and then someone turned on the lights.

You squinted in order for your eyes to get used to the sudden change of brightness. You spotted five people blocking your path, one of them you recognised as Loki’s brother himself, if only because he was carrying his beloved hammer. The others, you did not know but you were fairly certain it was the infamous Avengers Loki had warned you about.

“Thor… what an unpleasant surprise,” the God of Mischief mused. You remained silent. They were a bunch of awkward creatures indeed. One of them was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses even though it was night. Strapped to his back was a quiver filled with arrows you doubted only pierced through people’s skin. Another one was wrapped in a red and gold metal suit, with only his face showing through an open hatch. The redhead woman was pointing one of her guns at Loki and the average guy wearing glasses had put his hands in his pockets. The last one was wearing the most ridiculous superhero suit you had ever seen. You raised your eyebrows at them.

“Listen to reason, Loki. You don’t have to do this.”

“Do I not?” He chuckled. “I am not the Loki you fought here in this monstrosity of a city, Thor.”

“Why, because you got a new haircut, dipshit?” The man in the iron suit bellowed.

You, on the other hand, frowned. “Loki, what are you talking about?”

“So it is true then. We were warned about you. I should have listened,” Thor roared all the while the other’s gazes travelled over to you for a moment. “How did you escape the Void?”

“The Void? What’s the Void?” Loki ignored you completely, fomenting your anger.

“How did you know we were here?” he asked instead, possibly stalling. You were unsure what his plan was—but if the Avengers were as smart as he made them out to be, brute force would likely not suffice to beat them, not tonight.

“We had help—a lovely organisation calling itself the TVA. You might have heard of them, Loki. Rumour has it you’ve been causing them quite some trouble,” the man with the ridiculous blue eye mask and stripes and stars on his armour said.

Loki rolled his eyes. “The TVA was no more than a detour on my journey to glorious purpose. I write my own destiny and for that—I will need the Tesseract.”

“Over our dead bodies.”

“With pleasure.”

The redhead kept her gun pointed at Loki. Her expression did not let on a single emotion. “Agent Romanoff,” Loki chided, directing his attention towards her. “You know those bullets will not so much as scratch my skin.”

“I know. That’s why they’re drenched in poison. You might be a god… but she isn’t.” Her threat came too fast for you to react, for in the next moment, Romanoff had already pulled the trigger. The bullet hit you in the shoulder, knocking you back and against one of the metal pillars. You barely registered the pain of your back colliding with it, too great was the stinging and burning sensation of the foreign object in your flesh.

Loki attacked, daggers materialising in his hands. Any moment now, he would slaughter them where they stood—not for you, you weren’t naïve enough to think that—but in order to end this nonsense once and for all, to bring the Tesseract into your possession at last and then get the hell out of here. You’d survive. It wasn’t the first time you had been shot, although… although it was the first time the bullet had been poisoned. You were warm. No, you were hot. You were sweating. Dizzy, you sank to the floor, shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind. What… what kind of poison was that? How could it have such an effect on you, an immortal being?

“L-Loki… s-something’s wrong,” you choked out. Hoping he’d hear you, you covered your wound with your right hand, your dark-red blood—almost black—staining your palm. Your sight was too blurry to make out the details of the fight, couldn’t make out if Loki had the upper hand. What you did register was him flipping around, concerned… for you. The blow your involuntary distraction earned him sounded painful, lest it was Mjölnir knocking the God of Mischief to the ground. Still—his stunning blue eyes never left yours and they widened when he realised… when he realised… you gasped for air. You might actually die tonight if you didn’t feed soon to heal yourself. Whatever poison this was… the Avengers had been prepared for him, for you both. And they’d had help—possibly from this secret TVA organisation Loki seemed to know only all too well.

“Alright, stop! Stop!” he shouted. Panic was sizzling in his voice, an emotion you had never seen him display in all of your time together. In your delirious state, hope crawled up your guts. Hope that perhaps the God of Mischief did in fact reciprocate your romantic feelings for him. “I yield! I yield! Let me take her away, she needs to feed.”

Loki’s defeat was the last thing your ears were able to process before you succumbed to darkness and fell unconscious.

-

“Thor, listen to me! If you lock her up on her own and don’t provide her with sustenance, she will die.” Loki hurried to keep up with the God of Thunder. The handcuffs they had used on him had been forged on Asgard, blocking his magic and enough of his strength to keep him in check—for now.

“She is a succubus, Loki. Mother warned us about them when we were young. They lure you into their trap and before you know it, they suck the life out of you. It’s good riddance.”

“Brother, please. Let me into her cell then. Let me be with her.” Thor halted so suddenly that the God of Mischief almost bumped into him. It was obvious he was unfamiliar with such strong emotions from him but so was he. Loki had realised the very moment that bullet had hit you that he loved you, truly.

The sheer thought of losing you to death was unbearable, suffocating. For once in his life, he had an equal. Someone who understood his ways, someone who sided with him, someone who had chosen him over Thor. He dreaded what would happen once you would ask the inevitable question and find out who he truly was. But none of that mattered as long as you stayed alive.

-

When you came to, your surroundings had changed. Thick metal walls trapped you inside a cold and sterile room with a metal floor. Somebody had laid you down on a hospital-like bed but there was no blanket, no pillow.

Coughing, you attempted to sit up only to be greeted by a singeing pain tearing through your shoulder. The bullet. The poison. Loki. Loki!

Your eyes darted around the room but you were alone. Where was he? Was he alive? You would skin them alive if they had hurt him…

Terror rippled through you when the cell door was unlocked with a start—the amount of relief you felt when the man in question stepped into your view even overpowering the pain you were in for a moment. As soon as he had slipped inside, the door was pulled shut again—with the sound of the locking mechanism echoing through the small room yet again. Loki did not seem to care. He rushed towards you in an instant, worry evident on his handsome face.

“They will not let me stay with you for long.”

“You’re okay… I thought they… you’re okay…” you mumbled. Loki nodded. “What… What is wrong with you?” You failed to sound reproachful or threatening even though part of you knew the answer to your next question. “Why did you surrender?”

“You would have died had I carried on. I have seen death too many times than I can count, pet. I know what it looks like when it reaches for you. You need to feed. Now.” Loki would not allow any contradiction when he lifted you off the mattress as if you weighed nothing and sat you down on his lap. Green shimmering light surrounded his whole body for the fraction of a second, dancing on his naked skin as his armour melted off of his body, leaving nothing but the shoulder piece with his green cape, the arm pieces and his boots behind.

Arousal surged through you like liquid fire at the sight of him despite the growing weakness of your body.

“I will remove the bullet now. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”

You nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“One… two…” He did not wait until three before his magic ate through your flesh to pull out the foreign piece of metal in your body. Screaming, you bit down on the remaining bits of his armour, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly you saw stars blinking before your vision.

Whatever spell Loki used on you though eased the pain only the twinkling of an eye later. You sighed when it subsided, making way for the growing hunger in your core. Loki acted on your behalf. His magic took care of your leather trousers and underwear, leaving you naked from the waist down and leaving behind a faint tingling.

He had you ignited within a single heartbeat, heat pooling between your legs, your cunt getting ready to welcome a cock inside for you to feed. With a quiet moan, you ground against him when a tingly sensation spread all over your pussy, an aching reminder that you wanted him, needed him, now.

But you were too weak to even buck your hips up to let him impale you. Was he hard already? Was he… Releasing his shoulder plate at last, you swallowed to chase away the taste of leather and instead, buried your face in his neck. He was. Whether it was the fact you were a succubus and lured men into your bed for your own survival or the effect that you had on Loki, you did not know and now was not the time to ponder over it.

Your breathing hitched when he lifted you once more, this time carefully guiding you onto his awaiting length. Inch by inch, Loki slid inside of you, your wet walls gripping him eagerly. He kept you just high enough to thrust up into you slowly and intimately but changed positions when he realised that you couldn’t take the initiative.

“Am… too weak…” you uttered, your eyes threatening to fall shut yet again. With his cock still sheathed inside of you, he laid you back down on your back, positioning himself between your legs. His blue eyes never left your face when he started fucking you, his strokes more controlled and firmer this time.

It took you longer than usual to feel his energy flow into you like a gushing river, sizzling through your veins and pumping strength back into your body in tune with Loki pumping into your willing cunt. Normally, when you were fucking, your hunt for pleasure and completion had him rutting into you like a beast. Hair was pulled, flesh was bitten, skin was spanked. But this, right now… this was love-making. You did not have enough energy left to prepare your body for an orgasm this time and yet, it felt more intimate and more pleasurable than anything you had ever experienced with the God of Mischief.

“L-Loki…” you whispered, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. “Fill me… please… I need you… t-to cum… in me.”

The way he hovered above you like you were his most prized possession filled you with both pride and satisfaction and as Loki neared his climax, his arousal nearly overwhelmed you. Wave after wave of delicious energy filled you from head to toe, healing your wound and fighting the poison in your blood until you felt your strength returning to you.

You never realised you were moaning when Loki came with a grunt, burying himself as deep inside of you as he physically could. You could feel his member throbbing against you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Loki drew out his orgasm for as long as he could but instead of collapsing on top of you once you had fed, he wrapped his arms around your middle and rolled you both over so you came to rest on top of his naked and sweaty chest.

“Thank you…” You weren’t sure whether you muttered the words out loud. Only there was no time to rest yet, not even after escaping death. “Loki… who are the Avengers, really? Why are they your enemies and why did Thor ask you how you escaped a void? What was he talking about? You are keeping something from me and I don’t like it.”

The God of Mischief sighed—the sound was directly at your ear all the while you drew invisible circles on his exposed skin. He was still inside of you, filling you up, making you feel whole.

“You’re on the run too, aren’t you?” you muttered, inching up a little and leaning your forehead against his in the aftermath. “You’re wanted for murder, you… what did you do? Why did you never tell me?”

“Tell you what exactly? That I attempted to subjugate this very planet? That I manipulated thousands of humans to make me their president, their voice of prudence and wisdom? Or that I failed and was hunted down by brainwashed Variants with prune sticks?”

“I’m not sure what you thought was going to happen if I found out. If you assumed I would be disappointed you were no good and if you thought I’d leave if I knew or if… or if you thought I’d be disappointed you failed. Which one is it?”

Loki took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. A pause, heavy and suffocating. “The TVA—the Time Variance Authority—controls the multiverse. There used to be only one single timeline. The sacred timeline, they called it. Until there was not. One of my Variants killed the keeper of time to take revenge for her stolen life. Chaos was raging when the TVA found out about the dozens of timelines they could no longer control and annihilate. I’m assuming… they turned against each other, for when they ended up in the Void—it is a place without time, a place where every unwanted reality and their parts go once the TVA prunes them—my people turned against them and stole the one thing that could get us out of there.”

“They pruned you before,” you concluded. Another sigh.

“According to the TVA, a reality where a Loki rules Midgard must not exist. And the Void… the Void is a battle for your life with no way out.”

“I don’t care, Loki. What you did, what you were about to do, even what you’re doing now. I’m not exactly a saint either like the humans would say. I feed on men. I’ve killed to guarantee my own survival and…” you paused, hoping you would not go too far with what you intended to say next, “…and I would not hesitate for a second to be your queen if you did end up ruling Midgard as its king.”

“I must say I am relieved to hear that,” Loki responded with an audible smirk in his voice. “You are mine, pet. I will not allow you to leave my side. Do you trust me?”

You nodded, feeling his seidr tickling over your skin once more to put both your and his clothes back onto your bodies. You whined at the loss of him inside of you, even more so when he turned over yet again to stand.

“Wait here for my sign.”

“What, what sign?”

“You’ll see.” He disappeared with a wink, your lips parting. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three. You started pacing around the cell, not realising until a blue portal opened up right behind you that… Loki had it. He had the Tesseract. How…? Wait here for my sign.

You took a deep breath—and then jumped into the portal.

Loki caught you with ease. His smirk was so triumphant you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, wrapping your arms around him in relief. It instantly got colder here.

“How? How did you do it?”

“Thor. He might be strong but he can be quite dull. Removing my handcuffs was his first mistake. Remaining so persistent on not letting me roam free around the facility was his second. I realised soon enough the Tesseract was not where we had presumed it to be—there was something Thor did not want me to find out. And while I took care of my dying bride, one of my duplicates distracted my brother—another stole the Tesseract for me.”

Surely, it must have been more complicated than that and yet… all your mind could replay on repeat was bride.

“Bride?” you stressed. Loki’s smirk grew even wider but he did not elaborate.

“So where… where are we?”

“Jötunheim, for now. We’re near a friend of mine. She will give us shelter until we have planned our next steps.”

“Oh, will she now?” A woman stepped out of the shadows—she was beautiful, a sorceress without a doubt. Dressed in a long black dress complimenting her raven hair, she crossed her arms before her chest.

“Angrboda… it is good to see you.”

“You too, Trickster. Is there a particular reason for why you bring a succubus to my doorstep?”

Well, you could not blame her for her suspicion. If she took you in and away from the Jötun cold, you would be grateful. Loki introduced you to her quickly, your name rolling off his tongue so deliciously you felt to urge to pounce on him again already. Angrboda shook her head when he proceeded to summarise your situation and eventually nodded in defeat.

“Alright, then. Come inside. I have cherry ale that will warm you up.”

Angrboda’s space was nothing but an open cave, presumably warded through spells and other supernatural means of protection and you assumed that she shielded the parts of her home that she didn’t want you to see with equal measures. In the middle of the room, however, there was a cosy fireplace with dozens of furs spread around it to get comfortable.

“Sit by the fire. Drink, you two… lovebirds,” she said when two cups filled with a red liquid appeared next to the small bonfire. “Only you would manage to fall in love with a succubus, Loki Laufeyson.” She chuckled. “You see… Midgardians call this very day of the year Valentine’s Day. Did you get her chocolate, Trickster? And roses?”

“He saved my life today,” you responded for him.

Angrboda nodded. “Ah, I see. Well… I have a feeling this is only the beginning of the story then.” Giving you a knowing look before disappearing off to only the gods knew where, you smiled at Loki, inching closer to kiss him. Fireworks exploded within you as soon as your lips touched his, the gentle affection quickly turning into a heated fight of lips, teeth and tongue. Angrboda was right. This was only the beginning. Your beginning.

-

A/N: Did that NSFW statue of Loki that I saw the other day inspire the smut scene? No. Maybe. Yes. Absolutely, 100%.

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Keep the Faith - Epilogue

Series Masterlist

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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Save you

Loki x female reader

Warnings- fluff, death mentioned. If there are anymore please let me know.

This will be a long one lol

Requests are open!

Mobius has to leave in the middle of Loki's interrogation but you step in.

"So you are my new interrogator," loki says, clearly annoyed

You laugh. "No im here to free you."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure and how exactly are you going to do that?" He leans forward, not looking patient any more.

Your eyes go black. "I am the daughter of Hades."

His eyes go wide and his jaw drops as he takes a slight step back. He looks at you nervously. "Had-Had-Hades!?"

Your eyes go back to normal. "Its ok! I won't harm you! I want to help you."

He lets out a shaky breath. "What do you want in return then?"

"Nothing," you reply.

"Lies!" He scoffs and looks you in your eyes. "Gods never do anything out of kindness. You expect me to believe that? From the daughter of the god of the underworld?"

"Im not cruel like that I assure you. I want nothing in return. How can i prove it to you?"

"I...I.. What do you know about me, hm? Tell me a secret," he gives you a half hearted smirk.

"You are a jotun, you were kidnapped as a baby, you blame yourself for your mother's death."

He flinches. "How-how'd you know that? That's a secret I told nobody."

"I know you loki," you respond.

He looks you up and down and smiles. "Well, it seems you do. So what's your plan, little one? What are we going to do?"

"Everyone in this place is dead," you say smiling.

He raises his eyebrow, smirks, and leans back in his chair. "Oh really? Everyone? Even Mobius?"

"Look outside."

He gives you a curious look, but he does as you say. He stands up and walks over to the window. His face goes white as he stands there, looking at the massacre. "What did you do?"

"I saved you."

He looks down at you scared. "Yes but this...the damage is irreversible. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"You weren't supposed to be here thats what wasn't supposed to happen. My father gave me permission. He has great respect for you."

He looks down at you, giving you an incredulous look. "Why? Why would he have respect for the son of Laufey, king of the frost giants?"

"It's all because of Odin."

He raises his eyebrow. "And why does he hate Odin? It's well known that the two are enemies but I don't know why."

You sigh. "Odin is a vile, evil and disgusting creature and my father has a special place waiting for him. But he has paradise waiting for you."

Loki blushes slightly "why me? Im not exactly a saint. Does he really?"

You smile. "Yes he does. Would you like to meet him?"

He looks at you and smiles. "I would love to meet him. Im honored that you are offering. Is there anything I can do in return?"

"All I ask is friendship." You smile.

"Of course! You've done so much for me and with no expectations of a return."

You smile excitedly. "We will be an unstoppable duo. What do you wish for most?"

Well freedom of course! But not just mine. I want the whole universe to be free....a universe without limits," he says with excitement in his eyes.

"Consider it done," you say while smiling.

His whole face lights up, as he laughs out of surprise and joy. "You're actually going to do it? You're going to give everyone freedom? Really, girl, you would make a wonderful Queen of the Underworld!"

You laugh. "Yeah I am next in line."

A spark of mischief in his eyes, he smiles. "Then why wait? Why not take your rightful place? You'd make the perfect Queen of the Underworld. You don't need to wait until your father passes his seat to you."

"I am wanting a king to rule at my side."

He looks at you with a lopsided smile. "Oh? And who would you choose for your king?"

You smirk. "I was thinking the god of mischief."

His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn bright pink and a small smile appears as he rubs the back of his neck. He seems flustered to have been chosen. "Really? You would pick me to be your king?"

You kneel to him. "Yes."

A look of shock crosses his face and it takes a moment to understand what's going on. When it finally sinks in, an enormous grin spreads across his face, and he pulls you up to your feet and grabs you in a tight hug. He looks at you with all the wonder and love a king could have for his Queen. "I'm honored to be your king! My Queen!"

You giggle. "Hold on to me and I will take us to our kingdom."

He holds on tightly and you teleport you two to the underworld's palace. He looks up at the palace in all its majesty and wonders. "My goodness...what a palace! Its such a palace fit for a Queen as magnificent and graceful as you. It really fits you my queen."

You smile and take his hand. "My father said he will give me the throne when i have found a king. Ihave found my king."

He looks touched and smiles at you. "I'll try my best to be a good king for you, my dear queen. You're perfect! You're you were born to rule."

"So were you my love."

He blushes, his face turning soft and warm pink. He smiles, a smile you haven't seen before. It wad a soft smile. You've never seen loki smile like this, with such warmth and kindness and love. "Do you truly believe so my queen?"

"I know so," you say before kissing him passionately.

He kisses you back, his heart filled with lovr and warmth. When he pulls away, he can't help but smile, a full-blown, happy smile. "I love you my queen and thank you. Thank you so much for choosing me."

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(President! Loki x Teen Reader)

Summary: After barring witness to her fathers inevitable anger, the reader finds herself pushing herself away from her father. Heartbroken, Loki consoles the reader to apologize and comfort her but soon realizes that her hurt comes from more then being frightened…

Warnings: None. Just fatherly President! Loki!

President Loki's Bunker, The Void

Flickers of light, and a warm heat emitted from the makeshift fireplace that was in the middle of the bunker which President Loki and his army of other Loki's had called home. A small, feminine figure sat on the floor beside the fire, rubbing her shoulders as she tried to keep herself warm. Y/N. Letting out a sigh, the young female had her knees pulled close to her chest. A loud rumbling came from up above, from the outside. Y/N huffed. Without a doubt, it was the probably Alioth roaming The Void in search of a Variant to feast on. The noise didn't seem to bother her. After all, she had been here for so long that it had become normal for her. Though she was just grateful she was in the safety and security of the bunker as opposed to being out in the wasteland. At the sound of loud footsteps nearing, Y/N's eyebrows furrowed upwards. Her mind filled with curiosity, as she wondered who it possibly could have been. The bunker had been quiet for a while. So she had been left to assumed she was alone.

“Those blasted idiots!” A growl came from the hallway. “Why the hell do they never listen?”

Instantly recognizing the voice, Y/N hopped up onto her feet. The footsteps continued for just a few more moments, until they had stopped.

With curiosity striking the best of her, Y/N ventured off into the hallway. The soles of her shoes pressed against the floor as she walked slowly through the hall. In just a matter of a few minutes, she reached a door at the end of hallway which was cracked open. She peered her head in. “Huh?” She muttered.

Standing in the middle of the room behind the door, was President Loki. The God of Mischief had his fists balled in frustration, shaking his head. “My variants are all idiotic. Can’t even follow a damn order!” He growled. A blast of green magic emitted from his hands, throwing various items in vicinity. Y/N hardly flinched at Lokis sudden outburst of anger. It wasn’t the first time she had barred witness to his rage. “And they wonder why I’m the superior Loki!” Y/N knew it probably wasn’t a very good idea to bother Loki in the moment. His anger made him very irritable. But she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to make him so frustrated. “Loki?”

“What?!” Loki growled.

Given his anger, Loki was more irritable than usual. He had been completely lost in frustration, that he failed to recognize the voice behind him as his daughters. He swung around, his body tense.

Y/N didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her lips together. “Is…everything okay?”

Loki paused, his face fell. He went quiet. Now he felt a bit guilty that Y/N had been here to witness his sudden outburst of rage. So, he tried to play it off as best as possible. Loki cleared his throat, and adjusted the horned helmet on his head. “Yes… Yes, everything is perfectly fine, darling. Just having a rough day that is all.” He reassured her.

Y/N didn’t at all seemed convinced. She had known her Father all too well. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

“What makes you think that?” He shakes his head, innocently. Aside from knowing what her Father looked like when he was angry, it was evident in the way he wrecked the room with his magic. “Because I know what you look like when you’re angry…” Her voice went quiet. Her gaze went down. She had seen Lokis anger on many occasions. More times than she could count. Loki sighs. “Right… I do suppose I’ve never the one to hide such feelings.” Loki knew his anger and how he presented it. He had never been able to hide his rage. He didn’t think he ever could really.

Y/N turned her attention back to Loki. “What happened?” She at least wanted to know what envoked such rage inside of him. Though the only part she has caught onto, was it had something to do with his army of other Loki Variants. “I thought I heard something about the Lokis…” Y/N would indeed be correct on what she had heard. Loki let out a breath and nods. “Yes darling, you would be correct. It does involve of the actions of my Variants. But I suppose it’s nothing I can’t get over. Besides, it’s nothing that you need to worry about anyways. I…do apologize for causing such a scene. It is a habit.” His anger had always gotten the best of him, he supposed. “But I can assure you aside from that, everything is okay. As am I.” He nodded to her. To let her know he was being truthful. 

“Okay.” She replied, softly. She looked down again. Maybe she should go to give him some time alone to cool off? “I’ll go then…” She was sure that he didn’t want to be bothered by anyone anyways. “I’m sure you’re busy, and want to be left alone. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on you.”

“You’ve done no such thing.” He assured.

Y/N had still been looking down. “I…I don’t want to make you more mad.” She shakes her head. “I’ll…I’ll just leave.”

Loki couldn’t sworn there was a hint of fear on her voice. It was very faint, but it was still there. Loki felt his heart ache. His anger had frightened her. Because she had seen in so many times, and in so many different ways. Some most certainly more violent than others. He never meant to frighten her. It was just that Loki’s anger had always been hard to him to contain. It always got the best of him, no matter how hard he tried to keep ahold of it. “You don’t have to go.” He told her.

“But I should.” Y/N answered. No one wanted to be on his bad side. “Darling…” Loki shakes his head. He didn’t want to ever frighten her. Because his presence was meant to be comforting, not frightening. He swallowed, trying to form the right words. “I know that sometimes, I don’t always contain my anger. ” He admits, quietly. Y/N didn’t say anything. She simply stood there, but forced herself to at least look back up at him, acknowledging him. “And… And I know that there are many times where you have bared witness to the chaos that comes from that anger.” Guilt covers Lokis expression. “Please know, that I don’t mean to frighten you or upset you. I’ve just felt a lot of weight on my shoulders. Loki carried many burdens. Not just the burdens that came with being a King and a God. But he carried the burdens of being a Father. It was all too much for him sometimes. So it was bound to happen that he would lose his temper. It was bound for him to have to let all of his anger out in someway.

“It’s okay…” She whispered. But she still felt the need to leave him be. At least, for now anyways.

Loki turned around, now gazing at the mess his outburst of anger had made. He exhaled. “I suppose I’ve made quiet the mess.” But it wasn’t anything magic couldn’t fix. With the wave of his hand, everything that had been wrecked had gone completely back to normal.He then turned back to his daughter. “Are you all right, darling? I know…that you aren’t exactly fond of seeing my anger.”

“I’m…okay.” She shrugged.

Tilting his head, Loki’s brows furrowed. Not even in the slightest was he convinced that she was okay. Y/N didn’t like to let her guard down when it came to her feelings. She chose to hide them, and Loki knew this because he too did the same. She had taken after him in the way. He would urge her to open up, but he knew there would simply be no point. “If you insist…” He clears his throat. “I suppose there’s no need for me to bother you about it then.” There was no reason to push her to the point where she felt uncomfortable with opening up.

“I know you’re still angry. You’re just trying to be calm around me.” Y/N looked down. “I should go. It’s best for the both of us.”

Loki watched her, frowning slightly. She shouldn’t feel the need to push herself away. From him. From his anger. It made Loki feel awful. That his own daughter had felt like it was better to isolate herself from him, rather than see him in his anger. “Y/N… Please. Do not feel like as if you’re a burden to me.” He told her. Y/N swallowed. It was so easy for her to push herself away, because she was used to doing it so much. “But you’re upset and…and you don’t like being bothered. Because it only makes you angrier.” She shakes her head. “And… Your anger can make you unpredictable.” Y/N knew that Lokis anger made him do things he didn’t necessarily want to do sometimes. Like destroy things or even hurt people.

“Y-Yes, perhaps.” Loki had hesitated to reply. Admittedly, the God of Mischief knew what his anger could make him do. But that didn’t mean that his daughter needed to fear him. “But even in the midst of my anger, I could never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know…” Y/N kept her gaze downwards. She knew he would never hurt her.

Loki could tell despite his reassurance, Y/N still seemed upset. He lets out a sigh. “Darling…” The God of Mischief took a few steps towards his daughter. He knew there was only so much he could say try and reassure her. “I’m sorry… For…for scaring you. And upsetting you so.” He says softly. “Forgive me?” His voice held slight concern. He didn’t want her to hate him or fear him. Of course Y/N had enough love in her heart to forgive him. Loki was her father, the most important person in her life. She loved him dearly, no matter what. Y/N let out a long sigh. “Of course I forgive you, Loki. I always will it’s just…” She pauses, refusing to look up still.

“Just what?” Loki quizzed.

The truth was… Y/N was scared by how much her father had changed. But she wouldn’t admit that to him. She didn’t want him to think she hated him for who he was. “Nothing. Never mind.” She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s…nothing.” Y/N said. She hoped it sounded believable, but knowing Loki, he was going to find out anyway. “Darling, please. You know there isn’t anything you cannot tell me.” He reassured. He would always understand her.

“I..I don’t want to trouble you any longer.” She swallowed. “I know you’re probably very busy. I know you have much to do.”

Loki went to speak, but he couldn’t gather the right words. He didn’t know what else to say to her, when clearly she didn’t want to stay. Instead, he silently nodded his head. He could only watch as Y/N turned her back to him, not hesitating to leave the room. Loki stayed standing there, unable to move from his spot. He could only look down as he was now left alone, with only his thoughts. His heart ached at the thought of Y/N hating him, or worst being frightned of him. What kind of parent would that make him? One that couldn’t control his rage, and his emotions? Though every instinct was telling him that perhaps it was something more?

He needed to go to her. As her father, he needed to see what was troubling her so. And hopefully he could get through to her…

~~

An eerie silence had filled the bunker. The hours passed since Y/N and her fathers last interaction. Y/N had been isolating herself in her room, not wanting to talk to anyone. Meanwhile, Loki had spent his time pacing back and forth. The God of Mischief held a glass of whiskey in his hand, letting out a deep sigh. Every parental instinct was calling him for go to his daughter, and reach out to her. To comfort her and console her. He imagined she needed it. But Loki had become overwhelmed with the felting of guilt. He felt so awful for frightening her with his anger. He hated himself for being so angry, especially in front of her… “What if her imagine of me changes?” Endless thoughts ran through Lokis mind. Loki nervously tapped his finger against the side of the glass.

Loki could feel himself nauseous.

What if his own daughter turned her back on him? Instead of seeing him as the caring and loving father he was, what if she saw him as some sort of monster? Something she should fear?

Lokis heart dropped at the thought of it. Being seen a monster by his only child.

No…he could never let that happen. If she ever saw him as such, Loki knew he would truly be lost. All his efforts would have been for nothing. He wouldn’t be able to protect Y/N. The thought of losing his daughter sent him into a panic. No! He had to do something. He had to go to her and to comfort her. It was the only thing Loki had known to do.

After downing the rest of his drink, Loki ventured off to see Y/N. He needed to make sure was okay. Comfort her if need be…

The God of Mischief slowly crept through the hallways of the bunker. He knew it wouldn’t be too difficult to find where Y/N. There had only been on true spot to ever went to when she wanted to be alone. The stock room. Where they kept all of their rations and supplies. A place Y/N would always go to when she needed space. As he reached the stockroom, Loki couldn’t help but stare at the door. He swallowed. His heart ached at the thought of all the possibilities when he confronted her. But wasn’t it worth a shot? He had to try! He couldn’t just leave her in distress.

He had to do whatever it takes to ensure that his daughter never feared him again. Even if it meant putting himself in harm. With that thought in mind, Loki quickly entered the room, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N?” He spoke, gently.

Loki’s gaze landed on the teenager. She had her back resting against the wall, her knees puller close to her chest. Her eyes were closed tightly and she seemed to be breathing rapidly. Loki instantly knew something was wrong. He took a hesitant step forward.

“Y/N…” Loki began again, kneeling next to the girl. “Please. Talk to me. Tell me what is wrong?” Y/N shook her head slightly. “Is this about earlier? Did I do something to upset you? Was I hurting you?” Loki asked quietly. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, hoping to ease her fears. Y/N’s eyes snapped open at that moment, looking up at Loki as though she hadn’t realized he had entered the room. “Y/N. Please talk to me.” Loki urged. Y/N looked down, avoiding eye contact. “You are safe here, I promise. Nothing that I have done is ever going to hurt you. You are one of my greatest treasures. My daughter.”The God of Mischief smiled sadly at her.

“I-“ Y/N shakes her head.

“My dear. Please, what’s the matter?” Loki was worried for her.

He wanted nothing more than to help her and make everything better. He wasn’t sure what he could do but…but maybe he can find a way to comfort her somehow. “Everything. Everything’s the matter…” Y/N whispered after a short pause.

“My Y/N, what ever do you mean?” Loki quizzed. What did she mean by that? By everything? He stared. “My darling.” Loki cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Tell me what’s bothering you?”

Y/N let out a shuddery breath.”Father it’s nothing I just-“ She couldn’t explain it but…She didn’t want to worry her father. Not when he had so many other things to worry about right now. She couldn’t burden him with her problems. They weren’t important right now. Yet…yet here she was. Sitting before him, hiding something from him. And he deserved answers, especially if they concerned her. Loki sighed. “I can’t help you if I don’t understand what’s bothering you.”

“It doesn’t matter…” Y/N muttered.

Loki frowned. “Of course it matters. Whatever’s bothering you, it’s important enough to affect you this badly. I wish to help you Y/N.” Y/N sighed. She really didn’t want to bother him. But…She couldn’t lie to him either. He was her Father. The one person who could comfort her. “But I don’t want to burden you with my troubles.” She replied.

Loki chuckled half-heartedly. “My child, I am your Father. Your burdens are my burdens.” He was to carry those with him if need be.

“But-“ Y/N began.

“Hey…” Loki interjected. “It’s all right, my dear. Please. Tell me what’s wrong?” His eyes softened. He leaned closer to her, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There has to be something I can do to help you.” He stated firmly. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. “No please…” Y/N pleaded weakly. “You can’t help me anyways.”

“Why is that Y/N? Why can’t I help you?” Loki quizzed. Why did she think that?

“You can’t help me. No one can.” Y/N croaked. Loki felt his heart ache. He could see she was on the verge of tears. She was hurting, badly. “I’m sorry…” She murmured, burying her head in her hands.

Loki felt his heart break at how dejected she appeared to be. The God of Mischief was confused. Why does she believe no one can help her? “Oh my child…” Loki cooed. He outstretched his arms, pulling her into an embrace. And Y/N reacted. Because he arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him back. She buried her head deeper into the crook of his neck. She let out a choked sob and clutched onto Loki like her life depended upon it. She pressed herself closer to him, feeling safe and protected. Loki’s arms tightened around her, holding her as tightly as possible. “Shh. I’ve got you.” He murmured, running his fingers through her hair.

“It hurts. It hurts so much.” Y/N cried.

Loki’s eyes widened as he heard her words. “What hurts?” He questioned quietly. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, soothingly. Y/N swallowed. Trying to from the right words. “Everything. I… I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

“Y/N. Y/N, please what’s going on?” Loki had never seen her like this. In such distress. Such heart ache. She was scaring him. “This!” Y/N cried. “Being here in this stupid place!” The Void. Their prison until the end of time. Trapped. Away from their timeline. Away from Asgard, and the people they both loved. She was so sick and tired of it. She just wanted to go home… Home where she belonged. “I just…I just wanna go home. To Asgard. I wanna go home!” She sobbed.

That was it. In that moment, Loki seemed to realize what was hurting her. Home. Asgard. They had been trapped in The Void for so long, their isolation had seemed to have taken its toll on her. Loki could hardly blame her. Even he had moments where he so desperately wished he could see his home again. His family. “Y/N…” Loki muttered. Gently, Loki looked his daughter away to look at her. “My darling…” He trailed off, unable to continue. He didn’t know what to say or what to tell her. He didn’t even know what happened in The Void that caused her to feel like this. “I miss our home too, Y/N. So very much.” Loki confessed. He didn’t know how he would get there. How could he possibly to Asgard after being gone for so long?

“I just want my life back.” Y/N sniffled.

“As do I, more than anything.” Loki said, softly. “But we can’t. And…” All they could do was move forward. Be strong and carry on.

“I miss it so much.” Y/N missed Asgard. She missed its beauty and its culture. She missed her family. Uncle Thor. Frigga. Even Lady Sif and The Warriors Three. People who were the closest to her aside from her father. “Everyday…”

“You are not alone in your heart ache, my darling.” Loki reassured. “And we will face this together. We will fight side by side. As we always have.” Loki cupped her face in his hands. “My dear… I love you. So very much. If there is any way I can help you then I will do so in a heartbeat. You are my daughter. You are the light in my darkest hour. You are the reason I wake every day knowing that tomorrow may bring hope and joy. That we may finally be free once again, and return to our home…to Asgard.”

“I miss it. All of it.” She told him.

Loki nodded. “I know, sweetheart. And… It hurts. And that’s okay. It’s okay to hurt.” He sighed. “What matters, is you are not alone in your pain. And you never have to be.”

Y/N looked down. She never had to be alone. Why? Because she had him. She would always have him. No matter what. “Because… Because I have you.” She looked back up at him. “Because… We’re family. Family sticks with each other even through the darkest of hours…” “Yes. Yes that’s right.” Loki smiled sadly. His thumb gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “I love you, Y/N.” The God of Mischief leaned over, gently kissing her forehead. “Always.”Y/N gave a small smile. “I love you too, Father.” She murmured, leaning against him for another hug.Loki hugged his daughter close. This was everything he ever wanted. Nothing mattered but protecting Y/N. Nothing else mattered but her. Her and her happiness.

As they stayed there, Loki began to soothingly sing songs from their home to her and she eventually feel into a peaceful slumber in her fathers arms…

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No choice

Prompt: It’s not like you gave me a choice

Character: President Loki

Y/N sighed as she sat chained to the headboard of the king sized bed covered with green and gold sheets.

She was tired of being neglected by the man she gave up her normal life for so she did the only thing she knew would get him to pay attention to her.

Granted she didn't think it would go this far.

“Don't act like that my pet.”

Y/N looked up at him.

“If I knew you were this desperate I would have taken time out of my busy day to take care of you.”

“Please Loki, take the chains off.”

“Now my pet, you know better.”

“Yes, I know better than to tempt you. But I missed you. You haven't touched me since you became President.”

“I know my darling.”

“Please Loki.”

“It's not like you gave me a choice.” He walked closer to her. “The way you were tempting everyone in the room with that outfit.”

“It won't happen again Loki.”

“Oh, I am going to make sure they all know you belong to me.”

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