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Stranger at the Door 22: Loki’s Ending
Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, predatory behaviour, just on the border of stepdad fic (this is a one time exception because this dynamic isn’t really for me but you know, brain makes no sense), mentions of mental health, bullying, isolation, bad parenting, age gap, self-harm, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, dissociation, substance abuse. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You’re nineteen and life is standing still, that is until your mother meets her dream man, then everything changes. (innocent!reader)
Characters: Loki (silverfox)
Note: Before you proceed, please check the warnings a second time as new triggers have been added.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Donkey love Waffles. Take care. 💖
Home. Your singular haven. All your life, you hid in your room, thought yourself safe from the horrors of the world. But there was nowhere safe from the monsters you feared for so long. No, they came and sought you out.
You realise now that you have no home. No where to truly hide.
That old town, those streets you knew and didn't, the stores you saw in passing, and those few you ventured into, flicker by as you stare without seeing. You're going back, but not going home. To a woman you once thought of as a protector, revealed to be a liar and betrayer. As bad as the man beside you, steering with one hand as his other rests on your thigh.
You're not used to his touch, only indifferent. As you are to most things. It might be the meds but you think maybe it's just you. You can't let yourself feel or you'll feel too much.
"We can go again," Loki offers, "somewhere else, maybe? Somewhere you've always wanted to go."
"Sure," you shrug.
He waits and kneads through your jeans, "no suggestions?"
"I've never wanted to go anywhere," you say.
He doesn't say anything else as he lifts his knuckles to your cheek, "now you can go anywhere you wish, precious. With me."
You nod and grab his hand, refraining from snatching it away and instead, holding it gently. He twines his fingers through yours and lets you lower it to your seat as he watches the road.
"Marlena can't know... about the cuts, do you understand?" he says as he turns into the suburbs, those sprawling white picket fences which put your rundown childhood home to shame.
"I know," you say.
"Good girl," he squeezes your hand, "I'll knock on your door once she's asleep and we can spend some time together--"
"She knows. You said so," you sit rigid and glance at him in the rearview.
"Oh, she does but that was another condition," he rubs his thumb along your hand, "we can't... do anything in front of her."
You sink down in the seat. Your stomach curdles. Your dread mounts as you recognise the cul de sac. Your mother weighs heavier on you than anything else; than his relentless hands and endless desire, his sickly sweet lies designed to coax you. A sliver of emotion spikes in your chest but quickly subsides.
"Another of her little fantasies," he says as he pulls his hand away and turns up his drive, "she likes to pretend, we both know that."
"Alright," you utter as he shuts off the engine.
He gets out first as you reluctantly do the same. He grabs the bags and winks at you as he nods you towards the house. You cross your arms and match up the walk to the front door. Inside, the house is quiet.
Loki closes the door with his foot and sighs as he sets the bags down. You scratch your neck as you look around. This place is both strange and familiar. Like yourself. The same yet completely changed.
"Sweetheart!" Your mother startles you as she appears from the front room, "oh, you're finally home! How was your trip?"
She latches onto Loki and pulls him by the front of his jacket to kiss her. He grunts quietly as she does, forcing her tongue into his mouth. You look up the stairs as you try not to hear the nasty noise of their kissing. Finally he frees himself and coughs.
"Honeybun, were you good?" your mother asks as she faces you.
You nod and tuck your hands in your pocket, the cuffs of the blouse concealing the bandages.
"She was very good," Loki intones, "as always. She's a quick learner."
"Oh, I missed you," she turns back to Loki and hangs off him, "you should get this coat off and I can welcome you back."
You glance away and work at getting your boots off. You put them on the mat as Loki removes his coat, but not urgently despite your mother's impatience.
"I'm going to unpack," you grab the handle of your suitcase and roll it past her.
"You must be so tired," she chirps after you, "make sure you lay down. Get some rest."
"Sure," you say as you stop by the stairs and retract the handle. You lift the bag by the handle and drag it up step by step.
"Your brother finally left," your mother's birdlike voice carries after you, "thank god. I could hardly stand him hanging around. You know I caught him in her room, snooping around. I told him I wouldn't put up with that."
"Be quiet, Marley," he sneers, "I've driven all day, I don't need you yapping at me like a dog."
"Sweetheart--"
"Go look at your magazines and pour another glass," his voice barely reaches you at the top of the stairs.
"Oh, don't be like that," you stop and listen, knowing you should, "I'll suck it. Sweetie, please, I'll do whatever you want."
"I want you to leave me alone," he rebuffs, "shouldn't you be shopping for a white dress? Or do you think the colour might darken at your very sight?"
You continue down the hall and let yourself into the bedroom. You can't even pity her. She chose this. She knew what she was doing and for what? Exactly what Loki said; a white dress and this damned house.
You don't even pity yourself. You don't have the energy. You just want to sleep.
📼
Acceptance is the final stage of grief but the life you had before is hardly worth mourning. A locked door, old movies, and a mother who only ever wanted to be validated by your shortcomings. Acceptance is easier than regret.
Your new life keeps to a routine. There’s that at least.
Wake up, pills, dress in clothes you hate, eat without tasting, go to ‘work’ with Loki, another pill, hide your spite for your mother when you must face her, some other meals in between, two pills in the evening, an hour or two alone to fill with schoolwork or catatonic indifference, then the knock at your door. Him, again. He’s the constant, the only stability in your life. You feel nothing but the dread that resonates through that house.
That day is a new day. Your mother’s through her final two weeks and jovial at her newly claimed freedom.
She wakes you and doesn’t even acknowledge that you’re naked beneath the covers. She trills at you to get up and get going. She’s impatient and completely oblivious of the condom wrapper beside your pillow. Or pretending to be.
“I managed to pick up an appointment at the boutique,” she says as she sways to the door dreamily, “they had a cancellation and called me early this morning. I’m going to need a second opinion. Oh, and your Aunt Moira will meet us there.”
“Moira?” you bat your lashes as you stay hidden beneath the layers of frilly pink, “she’s talking to you again?”
“We’ve reconnected! She’s going to be a bridesmaid. Of course, you can still be maid of honour,” she grips the door handle, “chop, chop, honeybun, we don’t want to be late. We miss this appointment and I’ll be waiting months for the next one.”
You grumble your assurance and wait for her to close the door. You sit up and rub your shoulders as your thighs ache. Last night, Loki was particularly rough. He was angry about something. Odd how you’ve come to read his emotions when you were never very good at that. Silva said that was one of your issues.
You unwrap the bandages and clean the healing cuts. Mostly scabbed now. You put on new dressings, just how Zemo told you, and pull on a lilac coloured dress and swishy kimono with sleeves well past your hands. You look normal even if you don’t feel it. Like a real person.
As you emerge from your room, there’s a shadow just down the hall. You pause and look over at Loki, arms crossed as he watches from outside his office. He’s not happy.
“I’ll miss you today,” he says, “but you must go with Marlena. Make her happy or this…”
“Miss you too,” you lie as you clasp your hands together and bounce on your heels.
“You’ll be cold,” he nods to your dress.
“I know,” you say coolly, “you don’t like it?”
He smirks, “I love it. I want to lift it up right now and… go before that thought gets the best of me.”
You do as he says. That’s always easier. In that week since your return, you’ve learned. To obey, to appease, to recite all the sweet words he wants. You don’t have to mean them. You were naive to ever think that honesty existed.
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Your Aunt Moira is a vague memory from your childhood. You haven’t seen her since before your father died. Like most of your family.
She doesn’t look much different than you remember, what you can remember. She sits beside you in the bridal lounge on a long, ivory bench cushioned with velvet. You pick at your sleeves as you wait for your mother to appear after a tedious hour of choosing gowns to try on.
“So…” her smoky voice startles you, “how is school?”
“Okay,” you answer, “I’m passing.”
“Hmm,” she frowns, “just passing.”
“Yep,” you bend your fingers around the edge of the sleeve, “what are you up to, Aunt Moira?”
“I’m here,” she replies, “I had plans to fly out to Barbados but… Marlena finally has her show.”
“Oh, I–”
“This man, Loki,” she interjects, “do you like him?”
You look at her and tilt your head, letting your eyes drift away.
“I don’t really know him too well,” you lie, that feels good. “You know, my mom didn’t introduce us until Christmas, so–”
“Of course she didn’t,” she scowls, “she springs this on me last week. Oh, Moira, I’m getting married. And he’s rich! Can’t tell me another thing about him. At least you’ll be taken care of, I suppose.”
“Yeah, at least,” you agree thinly and hold back a yawn, “I’ve never been to a wedding.”
“Mm, don’t let this one set your expectations,” she rolls her eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll get married,” you confess.
“My advice, don’t,” she laughs dryly, “I never bothered and I’m happy for it. Especially after seeing your mother and all her disasters… sorry, I don’t mean… your father was… conflicted–”
“I barely remember him,” you smile, that extra pill helped.
She doesn’t respond as you hear a rustle and your mother’s voice. She comes out in a large princess gown with too many skirts. Strapless and too young for her. She preens as she steps up on the platform in front of the mirrors as the attendant arranges the heavy fabric around her.
“You don’t think that’s a bit much, Marley?” Moira stands and peers past her sister into the mirrors.
“It’s within budget,” your mother chirps.
“It’s a bit… young for you,” Moira reproaches, “you should at least have some straps–”
“I think it looks nice, besides, I’ve been losing weight,” your mother argues, “honeybun, what do you think?”
You glance over at her, the white tulle and satin makes you sick. “I like it, you should get that one.”
“Not my day,” Moira raises her hands, “I’m gonna go out and have a smoke.”
“Right,” your mother’s tone drops to disappointment, “I’ll… try on another one. When you get back, you can tell me what you think.”
“You’re fifty-two, Mar,” Moira says, “you shouldn’t be wearing white.”
Your mother’s face falls and she nods, “well, maybe I’ll have them pull that dark blue one you liked.”
“Eh,” Moira pulls out her pack of lights, “be back.”
She leaves and your mother deflates. She quickly raises her shoulder and forces a smile at the attendant.
“I think white suits any age,” the redhead assures her, “maybe the silk sheath? I think it’s very elegant.”
“Sure,” your mother steps down, “we’ll try that one.”
You watch her and her eye meets yours. Her throat constricts and her lip curls. Her mask slips in that moment. That’s why she brought you; to make it clear she’s still in charge. She’ll marry Loki and be the lady of the house and you’ll be his whore.
📼
The wedding comes quickly.
The first day of spring brings with it a sense of renewal though life remains much the same. With the season’s beginning comes the semester’s end. You’re failing. You haven’t told your mother or Loki, you don’t think either of them care. It doesn’t matter, you’re not going anywhere.
The ceremony is everything your mother wanted. A mirror image of those magazines across the dining table, pages flipping and flicking, phone calls, venues, tastings. All of it culminates in her special day; a day all for her.
Long white benches and tall vases of pure ivory lilies across a carpet of rich green grass. An arch decorated in ribbons and vines under which she swore herself to Loki, made her deal with the devil; her daughter, her deceit, for designer clothes and vintage wines. A fine theatre for the rows of guests, similarly feigning their happiness for the couple.
The reception occurs in a large tent. Bouquets on every table, the scent of pollen heavy in the air and the buzz of flies irritating guests as they try to enjoy the overpriced but sparse portions. You sit with the bridesmaids, your aunts, Moira and Andrea, and Thor’s two daughters, Tinsley and Tiffany, both blond and tall like their father. They have boyfriends, their plus ones, as you pick at the soy glazed trout.
The night progresses, your mother basking in the attention; the scripted speeches and the couple's first dance. Loki maintains a facade of content but you see those moments his eyes narrow at her sappy shows of elation. You feel okay about it all, the champagne mixes with your pills wonderfully.
The dance floor opens up as Loki leads your mother away and greets his parents in an unheard conversation. They all seem so happy even if you know they’re not.
You sit alone as the table empties and watch Tinsley and Tiffany at the bar, their drink tickets handed over eagerly. Your aunts have gone to glower over your mother and languish in their envy; much of the night they complained of the tacky decor and extravagant taste. You finish the bubbly alcohol and place the glass down, your head swirling pleasantly.
“Princess,” Thor’s voice gives you a start. You laugh at yourself and look up at him. His suit seems absurdly large though it fits him snugly. “How are you?”
“Oh, hi,” you stand and hug him. He stiffens, surprised by your forward gesture, “I’m just wonderful.”
He pulls back and pats your arm, “and school?”
“Great,” you smile, “how are you? Your daughters are so nice!”
“Are they?” he chuckles, “I’m good. I… I’m sorry I left without a goodbye.”
“What? No. It’s okay. I didn’t expect…” your shoulders slump and your cheek twitches. He left you all alone. With Loki. “It’s fine.”
He’s quiet as he stares at you. You avoid his eyes and fumble with the corsage on your wrist, a heavy golden cuff on your other. The scars are hidden well.
“Will you dance with me?” he breaks the lull.
You look at him and raise your brows, “dance? I don’t… I’ve never danced with anyone before.”
“I’ll lead, you follow,” he offers his hand, “so?”
You take his hand and let him guide you amidst the dancing bodies. The music slows as if on cue and he sets your hands on his shoulders, rather chest as he towers over you. You sway to the rhythm, though you struggle to follow the beat. You’re silent as the alcohol distorts the music in your ears and the motion makes you dizzy. You’re sleepy.
You lean into Thor and put your head on his chest as you hug him and listen to his heart.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks.
“I like dancing like this,” you slur as your eyes wander past his dark sleeve. Loki’s watching you as he keeps his arm through your mother’s. That’s not good but you’re too drunk to care.
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You wake up in your room. You don’t remember how the night ended. How many things you forget. It’s kinda silly, like nothing ever happens.
There was music and lights and voices. You remember the exhilaration in your chest as you danced and Thor’s booming tones. Then nothing. Just this. This room. Alone.
You stare at the canopy above. The house is quiet and still, even though several opted to claim a guest room over forking out for a hotel suite. After such a long day, after the final twist of the key in your prison door, it’s so calm. Like nothing’s changed.
It hasn’t really. You’re the same girl. Quiet, weak, afraid. You won’t do anything to stop it. You’ll just let life happen around you. To you. Powerless.
You close your eyes but before the concoction of pills and wine can take over, you’re roused by a noise. Familiar but not comforting. The one you expect, the one that keeps you awake and drives you to drugged detachment.
There’s a stranger at the door. You better let him in.
#loki#dark loki#dark!loki#thor#fic#dark!fic#dark fic#series#strangers at the door#au#silverfox au#silverfox!loki#mcu#marvel#avengers
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All in the Family Masterlist
Summary: You find yourself entangled in a web of older men. (College AU, Loki, Victor Shade/Vision, Heimdall, Loki’s Son OC)
Status: In Progress
All in the Family
Stuck in the Middle
Feel it in the Air
#loki#dark loki#dark!loki#series#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#victor shade#vision#dark!vision#dark vision#silverfox au#heimdall#dark heimdall#dark!heimdall#au#mcu#marvel#avengers
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my favorite thing about the loki fandom is that mobius is drawn in two (2) ways.
silverfox sex god with piercing blue eyes and a v line
OR
a scrumply old grandpa that would be in the pharmacy line behind you complaining for 30 minutes about how complicated his iphone 4 is to use (he has exactly three apps on it)
#AND ITS AWESOME#truthfully these two things combined is jsut owen wilson so it checks out#mobius#loki#lokius#loki show#mobius headcannon#loki headcanon#loki shitpost
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Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022
This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months.
Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.
The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut.
Dark
Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.
All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.
Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle
Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.
The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe
Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.
If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.
Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords
Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.
Grey
Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.
Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites
Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.
Non-Dark
Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst
Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚
Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?
It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles 💙
Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.
Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚
Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?
Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise 💔💙
Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.
Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖
p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.
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There’s couple because I love your writing🥹.
💖 What made you start writing?
🙋♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
💖 What made you start writing?
Like before before? Hahaha I think it was when I was asked by one of my buddies when I used to do KPOP Roleplays if I wrote fanfiction too. They pretty much said that I roleplayed with emotion and wanted to see if I could translate it to stories. So I did haha that was in 2012.
🙋♀️ Do any IRL people know you write fanfic?
Yup. My siblings, my friends and my boyfriend.
🥹 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
Hand kisses all the way. Either I write dark or fluff or whatever, if I put a hand kiss, I’m swooning hahaha
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
Hmmm I guess men in suits haha I mean, how can you not? Like whatever the plot is, there would always be an instance where they will be wearing a suit. I think majority of my fics have it haha
👀 WIP?
I’ll categorize it by characters.
Jorah - Rockstar!Jorah and Werewolf!Jorah will be released soon.
Vision - Playing Favorites Pt2
Loki - Ofcourse, we have Thy Will Be Done.
Steve and Thor - I have some but it’s a secret.
Tony - I won’t reveal anything but I will tell you this — Silverfox
Thank you for the ask, Bubba ❤️❤️❤️
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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 :
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wallflower
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Wfzg6Kc
by theimaginesyouneveraskedfor
Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse.
Character: silverfox!Thor
Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
Words: 10848, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)
Relationships: Thor/OFC, Thor/Reader
Additional Tags: Dark fic, dark!fic, Dark Thor, Dark!Thor, Thor - Freeform, Drabble Series, mcu - Freeform, Marvel - Freeform, AU, silverfox!thor, Avengers - Freeform, Abuse, noncon/rape, dubcon, Violence, Depression, PTSD, Agoraphobia, stepdad adjacent
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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 : Would you happen to have any character suggestions for the FC of Crystal Reed?
for canons : karnilla, jane foster, karen page, felicia hardy, bobbi morse, hope van dyne, diana prince, donna troy, helena bertinelli, jessica drew, for families : logan howlett, erik + charles, victor creed, alfred pennyworth, clark kent + lois lane, zatanna zatara + constantine, dinah lance + oliver queen, peter quill, oswald cobblepot, loki, thor + jane foster, medusa + blackbolt, sharon carter, the joker, slade wilson, matt murdock, druig, raven darkholme + irene adler, eros (silverfox), bruce wayne !!
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Stranger at the Door 11
Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, predatory behaviour, just on the border of stepdad fic (this is a one time exception because this dynamic isn’t really for me but you know, brain makes no sense), mentions of mental health, bullying, isolation, bad parenting, age gap, allusions to self harm. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You’re nineteen and life is standing still, that is until your mother meets her dream man, then everything changes. (innocent!reader)
Characters: Loki (silverfox)
Note: As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Donkey love Waffles. Take care. 💖
Your fingers curl around the doorframe as Loki pushes into your room. You whimper as your grasp slips easily and your head bobbles again. It's hard to keep the world on kilter, hard to define one shape from another.
The bed comes up plush and springy beneath you as he lays you down. Your eyes roll back beneath the lids but you jolt yourself awake, panicked but languid. You lay sideways on the bed, legs hanging over the edge, as Loki watches you from above.
His eyes pierce through the dark as you try to push yourself up, falling back with a squeak.
"Precious, do not trouble yourself, I will look after you," he slithers as he bends over, sliding down the zipper along your spine with his long fingers, "you are in no condition–"
"Leave…" you murmur and your hand deflects limply off his shoulder.
He hushes you as he pulls the straps down your arms and peels away the velvet from your body. You whine as you can do nothing to stop him, limbs heavy but hollow. He tugs the skirt from under you and lets it drop away.
"Wha…why…" you shudder as his hands crawls up your thighs, lingering on the rigid lines if your scars but quickly moving on.
He tickles along the front of your panties and parts your legs wide, daring to plant a knee on the mattress. Your breath hitches as your heart hammers in your temples. He bends over you, framing your face gently, thumb running along your cheekbone.
"Precious," he whispers, "you're shaking."
You mumble as he lays a soft kiss on your lips. Your first, stolen, rotten. You blink as you bring your hands to his chest but they only fall away weakly as the weight of intoxication swallows you.
He exhales against your cheek and drags his hand to the mattress, holding his body over yours as you feel his fingers lower down. He rubs your pants, lightly at first, curious, then hard, impatient.
He hums as you squirm, a vague flicker in your stomach. Something more than queasy. His fingers slips back and you heard the dull clink of a buckle, he wiggles over you, fabric rustling.
He pushes open his fly and rests his hard length against your panties. The horror twines around your throat and your voice blubbers as your head rolls back and forth. He smothers your mouth with his as he begins to rock.
The friction of him against your bud elicits sparks and spasms. The sensation laces in your lethargy as his hips move faster and faster, his tip poking your stomach with each thrust as his hand wanders to your chest, folding back a cup of your bra.
He gropes you in his delight, purring, plucking, prodding. He groans and presses his forehead to yours as his lips leave yours, hot breaths puffing up your face. Tears trickle down into your hair as your prone to the intentions.
He squeezes your chest, nails digging in sharpy, and ruts harder. Several, long jerks before he stills, a warmth spurting across your stomach and dribbling down your hips, staining the elastic of your underwear. Paralysed, your lashes flutter, darkness closing in.
His presence lifts from over you and your body shifts, rough yanks to turn you straight, a blanket drawn over your shame. Fingertips on your stomach walk up to your mouth, salty on the tongue. The world twists into a void as the door shuts.
Reality descends, lurking, as your mind rewires your waking terror into nocturnal illusions.
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You wake bewildered. The blankets are scratchy like sandpaper, your skin oversensitive, your eyes are dry and the mascara sticks, lashes clinging together. You're stiff and sore, shaky as you sit up, an effort that makes you nauseous.
It's a new day, a new year. That realization comes slow. Your head is thick and stuffy. Your mouth is sour and sickly.
Shadows of memory. Floating in the grasp of thick arms, then another pair, deep voices. You recall the tense tones of the brothers and Loki's shadow carrying you away, then over you, groaning and writhing over you.
Was it real? It's all a mess in your head. You push away the blankets and look down at the sticky, stale substance streaked over your stomach and the elastic of your underwear. It was very very real.
You stand and your feet catch in the dress still heaped on the floor. You stumble as you search for something to cover yourself. A long sweater with no buttons. You don't care, you're going to puke.
You pull it on and rush to the door, groggy and clumsy. You push into the hall and hit the bathroom door full force, turning the handle hastily. You keel over the sink and let spew the contents of your stomach.
It's only as you catch your breath, bile dripping from your lips, that you register the buzz of the showerhead. The stall door opens slightly and a figure peaks around the frosted glass. Your cheeks set alight and you cringe.
"I'm so sorry," you moan as Thor's hair glistens with the water, his broad shoulders peeking out, "oh my god."
Your eyes well and you push off the sink. Your sweater falls open and you scramble to close it and escape the bathroom. You slam the door behind you as you cross the hall again, falling into the bedroom. You get on your knees and close the door by sitting against it.
You hang your head and hold it. The room won’t stop spinning, your life won’t stay still!
You shiver and hear the shower stop, wet feet on tile, and some movement indiscernible. The bathroom door opens and the knock you dread comes at the door.
“Are you okay, princess?” Thor asks through the door.
“Leave me alone,” you croak.
“Princess–”
“No, leave me alone!” you hit the door with your elbow, “go away, go away, go away!”
“Honeybun?” your mother’s voice stops your chant and you hear another set of steps, “what’s going on?”
“I was in the shower,” Thor says dumbly, “I heard her crying, I was only–”
“Liar!” you shout and drop your head back against the door, “he’s lying.”
“Hon, calm down, what’s going on?” you don’t answer her as you descend into sobs. You don’t know! You can’t remember anything more than their touch, than the feeling that lingers still. Fear, helplessness, disgust. “Thor, please, I’ll check on her, you go. Thank you.”
You sniffle and wipe your wet cheeks. The door wiggles but you don’t move.
“Where were you?” you wail.
“Hon, what do you mean?”
“Last night,” you reply, “when… when…”
“You know you’re not supposed to drink,” the door lurches slightly, “let me in, hon.”
You snort back tears and get up, turning to let her in. She turns the handle as you rub your throat and choke on your emotions.
“Why–” she takes you in, “why aren’t you wearing anything?”
“Mum,” you suck in air, please–”
“What–” she squints at your stomach as you hug yourself, “what is that on you–”
“Mum,” you try to close the sweater.
“Wh–” she sputters and pulls the wool apart and shoves your arms down, “that’s… was it him? Thor?”
“N-no, mum, I told you,” you quiver, “last night… Loki–”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she snarls, “don’t you lie to me! He was with me all night, so don’t you go thrusting your regret on him. Whatever you were doing with that man, that much older man–” she shakes her head and scoff, “are you stupid?”
“No, it wasn’t Thor,” you plead, “it was Loki, last night he–”
“Enough!” She grabs your shoulders and shakes you, “whatever you’re try to do, I don’t believe you. Loki has done nothing but good for you. Do you know what this kind of accusation could do?”
“Mum, I’m not lying, I remember–”
“You were drunk,” she snaps as she lets you go, “obviously drunk enough to… fuck around with—” her face lines with repulsion, “clean yourself up and don’t say a word to anyone.”
“But it wasn’t–”
“Cut it out!” she hisses, “do you hear me? You are not the victim here. Lying and luring in some older man–”
“No!” you argue.
“I’m calling Dr. Silva. Today. And you’re going in for an appointment. I think it’s time you get re-evaluated,” she sneers, “maybe get your head on straight. You said you want to be an adult, start taking responsibility for yourself.”
You heave and cover your mouth as you begin to sob again. She tuts and leaves you, the door trembling in the frame as it slams loudly.
She doesn’t believe you. Your own mother doesn't believe you. Worse, she thinks you’re a slut. She’s choosing him over you. Why wouldn’t she? You have nothing to offer her.
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It’s like a trance. There’s nothing that can snap you out of it. Time passes unimpeded. The day after the party, the large house empties, then the next, your mother takes you home. And the one after that, she tells you she made an appointment with Dr. Silva.
You’ve watched it all go by, not truly seeing, not truly hearing, or even feeling. Not until you must face the world. Not until you’re sat across from the dark-browed man with his pointed nose and uncurved lips.
You haven’t bathed in days, your sweater smells of two days wear, and you haven’t eaten either. You lay in bed and stare at nothing, too detached to even put in a VHS. Just there, knowing the obligation looms.
“Your mother says you had an episode at New Years,” he taps the slender pen on his iPad, “tell me about it.”
You shrug, “I don’t remember.”
He leans his chin in his hand, elbow on the round arm of the chair. “Now, I thought we agreed to be honest with each other.”
You look away guiltily.
“It doesn’t matter, I wish I didn’t remember,” you say.
“No use in trying to ignore it, that means it will only come back in worse ways than regret,” he advises, “your stepfather, your mother says you’re not adjusting well.”
“They’re not married yet,” you snap.
He hums and sucks his teeth, “but they will be.”
You take a deep breath and swallow. You stare at the drinking bird ornament on his desk, bobbing up and down.
“You’re mother is an adult, you’re an adult,” he continues, “change happens and it’s just a part of being an adult. You need to accept it. Acting out won’t stop it.”
“I didn’t–” you sit up and cross your arms, “act out.”
“Well, what did you do?” he asks.
You chew your cheek, “I didn’t do anything. It was… them.”
“Them?” he prods.
“My mother’s… fiance,” you begin reluctantly, “he…” your heart leaps and your throat dries, sticking to the top of your mouth. You can’t say it out loud. “He did something he shouldn’t have. And his brother… was going to, too…” you feel the panic, shaking in you like a boiling pot.
“They were?” he nods and scribbles on the tablet, “and you did nothing? At all?”
“I– I couldn’t,” you stutter, “I wanted to but–”
“Sometimes, things happen because we let them happen, because deep down inside we want them to but we’re too afraid to admit it,” he explains, “your mother says you had a drink. You’re know you’re not supposed to–”
“I didn’t know,” you quaver.
“You didn’t? Didn’t taste it at all?” he challenges, “or maybe it was a good excuse, a way of putting aside culpability for your actions.”
“No,” you exclaim as you slap your hands on your thighs, “I didn’t… want it. I didn’t ask for it.”
“But you put yourself in a vulnerable position,” he suggests, “we both know you’re not that innocent. You know human nature, you’ve seen the worst of it”
“I didn’t!” you shake your head, “I didn’t want to go to the party. I didn’t want to be in that house,” you start to cry and wipe your nose sloppily, “I just wanted to be left alone and no one listens to me!”
“Now, you know I don’t like yelling,” Silva warns.
You clamp your hands over your mouth as the tears spill out. You didn’t even realise you’d been yelling. It leaves you dizzy as your stomach squeezes.
“You’ve shown a pattern of rebellion. Your mother tells me you haven’t tried to even get to know your stepfather. That you have exhibited adverse and outright hostile behaviour since she introduced him–”
“He is a creep,” you pull your hands away from your face, “don’t you understand? He watches me! He came into my room and he… watched me. He did things. And no one believes me.”
“Mm,” he drones thoughtfully, “if you’re telling the truth, why are you getting so emotional?”
“What? Why would I lie?”
“Why would you lie?” he counters.
You stare. Your chest sinks. He doesn’t believe you either. Silence. You welcome the disillusion as the grumble of your stomach subsides and the itch in your scalp stops.
“Your pills, you’ve been taking them?”
You nod.
“And have you… cut?” he asks.
You rub your thighs and still your hands. You shake your head.
“Have you thought about it?”
You look him in the face. As much as he thinks you lie, you can’t. You hang your head and writes on the iPad.
“I think we should up your dose, just a little, and regulate your appointments,” he continues, “you have a lot going on, school, a new family, and you’re at a pivotal age. It’s a lot to handle and we can’t have you falling back into old habits. I will have a script sent over to the pharmacy.”
“Fine,” you mumble and chew your thumb.
“Most importantly, get some sleep,” he recommends, “and eat something. There are ways to hurt yourself without bleeding. I’ll check in next week and if your mother tells me you’re still neglecting yourself, I’ll have substantial grounds to admit you for observation.”
“I’m sorry,” you say as you stand, “I’ll eat.”
“And take your meds and practice your self-awareness exercises,” he rises and sets the iPad down, “at this point, your mother will regain legal guardianship until you’re deemed fit to make your own decisions. You should focus on your degree, maybe then you’ll be ready to grow up.”
You feel like you’ve been slapped. The sting makes your eyes water.
“I’m sorry,” you say.
“You shouldn’t apologise to me,” he rebuffs, “you haven’t done anything to me.”
You turn and utter a farewell to echo his own. The appointments rarely go well but that was worse than any. You can’t help but feel guilty. Maybe you are wrong. At the very least, you’re pathetic and a leach.
If there’s one thing Silva is right about, it’s that you should focus on your schooling. It’s all the hope you have left, not that you ever had very much.
#loki#dark loki#dark!loki#loki x reader#dark thor#dark!thor#thor#thor x reader#fic#series#stranger at the door#dark fic#dark!fic#mcu#marvel#avengers#au#silverfox au#silverfox!loki#silverfox!thor
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Thor Series
What was, What will be
Little Bones (Biker AU)
The Closer I Get
When the Hammer Falls (silverfox!Thor, Viking AU)
Take Shelter
Multicharacter Fics ft. Thor:
Stranger at the Door (Loki, Thor)
Omerta (Loki & Bucky Barnes, ft. Steve Rogers and Thor, Mafia AU)
Eye of the Storm (Thor & Loki)
By the King’s Hand (Loki, side of Thor)
Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki, MCU)
Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor, MCU)
Hidden Gems (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker)
Campus AU (Multifandom)
Drabbles:
2022 Drabbles (multi fandom collection)
Sweet Tooth (Sugar Daddy AU)
Sweet Treats AU (MCU, multiple characters + multiple reader)
Sweet Treat Epilogues (MCU, multiple characters + multiple reader)
The Club AU (multifandom, multiple characters + multiple reader)
Wallflower (silverfox AU)
#fics#series#drabbles#thor#avengers#loki#steve rogers#peter parker#bucky barnes#masterlist#multicharacter#character#sam wilson#tony stark#au
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THIS GUY 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Be still my beating trousers….
#loki#loki tv series#mobius mobius mobius#owen wilson#lokius#mobius m mobius#tom hiddleston#mobius#sexy af#silverfox#marry me
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So will you be into silverfox Steve and Bucky?
Since I spent a lot of last week making this, I think I'm definitely into them. 👉🏽👈🏽 🙈🙈
I really wanna write about them but I have too much going on already. @darkficsyouneveraskedfor has a silverfox Steve fic. And for more pics, you can find them on @drabblewithfrannybarnes blog 😂
#dibs answers#im in my 20s#i really shouldn't be as into this as i am#silverfox Steve#silverfox Loki#silverfox lee Bodecker
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Was meant to be silver fox Tony and silver fox Loki, but now it just looks like i didn’t finish the hair >.>
So, uh, free lineart for you to colour?? that was totally on purpose??
( @persnickitty and @slenbee because their fault)
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not even watching Loki but thanks to my mutuals i can say that:
i love that kind of chaotic energy
owen wilson?? gone silverfox?? damn. one more life ruiner
i want a pet croki
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