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#the grandmaster x reader x loki
fromasgardandback · 2 years
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My Saving Grace
Loki Laufeyson x Reader
ask: Oh hey could I make a request? For Loki x Stark reader? While on Sakaar, Loki is gifted a human girl from the grandmaster that was kidnapped from Earth by some hunters. She’s scared half to death but Loki decides to be kind to her and protect her from everyone else until he finds a way to get them both free. He takes her with him after meeting up with Bruce and Thor. They become close after that
word count: 2k
warnings: kidnapping, anxiety, mostly fluff because baby loki needs it
a/n: Hi to the anonymous that i cannot find anymore. I am so sorry that it’s been a year since this ask. Ive written some stuff, but deleted in not like what I wrote, so, Hope You Enjoy!
masterlist | oneshots
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Laughter surrounded the girls who lay in the field watching the stars. 
“Oh my god. Y/N shut the hell up, it wasn’t even like that.” One of the girls laughed, gently pushing her friend.
“Oh, it most definitely was. You were so pissed out drunk, you walked up to the statue and asked if you could have the most magical night of your lives!” Y/N laughed harder at the memories she shared with her friends. Not long after their giggles had subsided, there was a large object coming toward them from the sky. Before anyone could think about doing anything, the ship suddenly started to take things from the field. Crops and animals were taken and the unfortunate accident of taking Y/N along with it.
“Y/N!!! NOO!” Her friends screamed in horror as the ship gathered and flew back into the dark night sky. She fought her way through the ship to try and escape, but nothing she tried worked. Everything was sealed, but even if she did escape, she would either suffocate or fall to her death.
Y/N L/N was a beautiful woman from a lovely town on Earth. She was the light of everyone’s life. Her bright smile and bubbly personality showed everyone that in a consistently dark world, there can be happiness. But when she was taken she didn’t think this is the life she’d have to face. The short men that took her were rude and physical when or if she did something wrong. The flight back to Sakaar was long and dreadful for her because she didn’t know where she’d be taken to die, or if this ship was where she was to die. Never did she ever think her life would become that of the same plot as The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
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Loki stared at the beautiful face that stood before him. She was dressed as the other enslaved women on Sakaar. Yet, she was dressed in something a little more covered and in the colors that matched Loki’s attire. Loki was not in his original green and gold Asgardian leather, but in blue, yellow, and black for the fittings of the new planet, he was on. Although Loki’s arrival to the planet was a more welcoming one than his brother Thor’s it still had some differences from his upbringing in Asgard. The brothers were raised to be respectful and kind to women, especially those who had worked for them in the kingdom. So when the Grandmaster sat on his throne telling Loki that he would be receiving a “helping hand”, he felt uncomfortable and sorry for the poor girl.
“Loki, god of mischief. I present to you a gift of gratitude. From the Grandmaster himself, his best servant, Y/N.” The Grandmaster’s right-hand woman handed Loki a staff and pushed the girl towards him. Even though she put on an act, he could still see the fear and anxiety behind her eyes. She didn’t want any part of this. She never asked to be here, but it is what had happened. Hesitantly, Loki gently smiled at Y/N, motioning her away. She tried her hardest not to show the weakness in her knees, the sweat covering her palms, and the shakiness in her entire body. Fear rushed over her not expecting to be someone’s slave or worse.
“Thank you, Grandmaster. I will accept this gracious and glorious offer.” With that, Loki escorted the Y/N out of the building and towards the place he calls home on Sakaar.
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Loki unlocked the door to his apartment, leading Y/N inside and allowing her to have enough room to feel safe. He stepped to the side letting her walk in before he did. Without even thinking, Loki went back to his room and got a change of clothing for her. She didn’t say anything but just looked up at him.
“These are for you. Something that is more comfortable and not so revealing.” Loki smiled gently. She just looked at him weirdly, not knowing what to do next. “The shower is in the room to your left. Uh, make yourself at home darling.” Loki gave her a kind smile, which she graciously took, showing him a slight grin. He had a feeling that this was something she probably never has done and did not imagine she would do. Loki made it his own personal vow that he would protect her. He didn’t know what came over him, but some feeling as if there was this innate sense of protection for her. 
“Make yourself comfortable and at home. I, uh, I don’t have a need for you to do anything for me. Nor do I want you to out of your free will.” Loki awkwardly stated looking at Y/N before she headed into his bedroom. She looked uncomfortable and it would take some time to bring her back to her bubbly self that her friends and family knew back on Earth. Never did she think she would end up in this kind of situation, yet here she was. All she could do was nod at him. Not uttering one word since she first met him. 
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A week has passed since the Grandmaster gave Y/N over to Loki. He was able to break some part of her shell. She came out and smiled a little bit more. She recognized him from the news when he fought the Avengers in New York City. And getting to know Loki a little bit more, she could see that he was misunderstood. He was truthfully genuinely kind to her and showed her respect, unlike the previous encounters with men she’s had on Earth and on Sakaar. When two weeks had passed, Loki was blessed with hearing her sweet angelical laugh. He made it a priority to hear that sweet sound again and again. He let her keep his sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Loki even went out of his way to go shopping for her to get new clothing so Y/N would feel even more at home than in a strange place. 
“Y/N, where are you from? You’ve heard all my stories about life on Asgard and being a prince of the family. What was your life like back on your home planet?” Loki sat back against the couch casually.
“Well, I’m from Earth. Specifically the United States of America. I’m from [state name] if you want to get down into it. It’s beautiful when it wants to be. Nice and warm in the warmer months and colder in the cooler months. I know it sounds like a made-up place, but it has these hideouts that my friends and I go to. I’ve spent a lot of time in those hideouts trying to gather my thoughts or just needing to be in a peaceful mindset.” She shared. Loki soaked everything she had to say up. He loved listening to her talk about her home, family, and friends. She missed her dog terribly and if there was one thing she would want, it would be to have her fur baby with her.
It has been a month now that Loki has been with Y/N on Sakaar. But it only took a minute for everything to come crashing down. She sat with him drinking when there was a tall man with long blonde hair in a chair talking to the Grandmaster. He kept calling over for Loki and to your surprise, he went over as if he knew this mystery man.
“Darling, we need to go.” Loki said gently grabby her hand.
“What? Go where? Was that who I thought it was?” Y/N said following him closely.
“Yeah. My brother, Thor. He’s here.” Loki sighed. When they got backed to his apartment, he explained everything that has happened in the days he last saw Thor. That night she got a chance to see him again fighting against Hulk. It wasn’t surprising to see Bruce Banner in his Hulk form on Sakaar. People always wondered what had happened to him. But to see Thor and Hulk fighting each other was another thing. Then after the battle and Thor almost winning, both are now missing.
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me that you said you would find both of them for money in return. Do you, please tell me you do… you realize that neither of them like you. I mean from all the crap I’ve heard about the last time you saw Thor and the battle of New York, they won’t want to be captured by you.” Y/N said, hands on her hips and an annoyed look on her face.
“Oh please. It cannot be that hard.” Loki chuckled. But alas, it was and in the process, Loki got himself taken, and Y/N followed not wanting to get on the Valkyrie’s bad side. 
“You know this could have gone one of two ways, but instead of trying to be good and not have a record or anything to blemish your reputation here, you are also on the hunt as a quote-unquote wanted man. I mean you do get that right? Like that does cross your mind that if you get taken by the government or the Grandmaster himself, I go back to him. I am basically loaned property. You don’t completely “own” me. Y/N sighed sitting in front of the chained-up Loki.
“Darling. I understand it all. I know the consequences of my actions. But do you think that I would let anything bad happen to you? I care for you, if I didn’t I’d let Grandmaster come take you from me right now. Have faith in me that I can and will get you out of this situation safely.” He offered a gentle smile. After listening and contemplating her choices, she knew she was better off being right by his side through the whole thing. However, this idea did consist of him being shocked in the ship bay and waiting for Y/N’s arrival to help him out of the situation. Once on the ship to Asgard, he couldn’t help himself but to make sexual jokes about the situation they had gotten into.
“To Asgard” Loki smiled, kissing Y/N’s hand and looking out the massive window on the ship. Then once arriving join in on the fight to save his home for his family and their people.
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“No. Y/N you have to stay here, you can’t come with me. I need you to be safe.” Loki sternly said.
“Loki! Haven’t you figured it out by now? I won’t leave you. You saved me, now I’m going to save you!” Y/N yelled at him while fighting Hela’s army. 
Loki angrily sighed, knowing he didn’t have any other choice. “Fine, but you stay close to me in case there is something to happen. Do you understand me?” 
“Yes, sir.” Y/N half smiled through her teasing smirk.
They fought their way through Hela’s army. Trying desperately to get Asgardians safely onto the ships. Thor, Valkyrie, and Bruce. Loki looked hurt and beaten up, but not as bad as Thor. He smiled at Y/N one last time before running the horns of Surtr into the eternal flame inside the kingdom palace. The entire place erupted into this massive flame-burning monster god that started destroying everything. The next thing you know is that everyone is safely on the ship heading towards a new home while watching the old home disappear. 
“Stay with me? I know I am not the most loving person. I understand if you would rather go back home to your life, but I have fallen in love with you, Y/N. You are the one I have been hoping for. I need you in my life, I will do everything I can to love and to hold you.” Loki asked, holding her close to his chest. She leaned into his embrace, holding his face gently.
“Oh, Loki. There isn’t any other place I’d rather be than here with you. You are my home now.” Y/N said kissing him.
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lil-tokyo-42 · 9 months
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Loki laufeyson x Y/N Time of love
alr New fanfic series! kinda nervous bc idk what to do- BUT ILL TRY MY BEST LITTLE ONES!!! listening to my hype playlist aint helping im abt to dance
WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, cursing, strict parents, knife/dagger. if you dont enjoy or feel comfortable with these topics you're free to leave!
-You were a simple 29yo woman with abusive parents. You had no other place to stay, and your best friend had strict parents. They don't allow anyone else but family members in their house. You were in a miserable life, but your friend supported you all the way. Today those sorry excuses of parents let you go to the busy street where it looked so beautiful. Can't believe they let you out the house with booty shorts and a oversized hoodie and headphones
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(this but it was night time)
-Just now getting out of a place you see everyone freaking out suddenly. "What the hell could be going on?" whispering to yourself. You saw this gut in gold, green and black holding some staff with a bright blue light at the end of it. To be honest, he was kinda cute. He starts to introduce himself. You thought this guy was just doing the most, until he shouts. "KNEEL". Every person starts to kneel before the man, he did look dangerous and like he can do some serious damage to this part of the town. You jumped and stood there against the shop wall.
-He starts to look if everyone followed his order but his eyes are locked to yours. You wanted to run out of there and get to your house but you didn't budge. He makes everyone make a path to get to you. Your bag of food dropped out of your grasp, your eyes went wide, and you started shaking. He's in front of you. Staring at you. You expected worse like he would make you kneel but, he took off his helmet and put the staff against the wall
-"Hello there mortal." He says blandly looking up and down at your figure. You start noticing and wanting to cover your plush thighs but you feel like you can't move. He starts to speak but notices your red face looking somewhere else from his gaze. "I'm Loki, God of mischief and I am burdened with a glorious purpose" Did he really just say that? "O-Oh I'm Y/N" Stuttering because of his tall figure with his hands next to his mid section to show that he wont hurt you.
-Out of nowhere he makes a dagger appear and hands it to you. He smiles while you hesitantly take it from his cold hands. "Thank you.." "Don't think of me as a villain, I'm like you. Neglected." He sure did look like it. You thought this was a myth but you snapped out of your trance when some guy in the american flag colors appears behind ya'll. "Excuse me for a moment" Loki says giving a warm smile and wink.
-You were positively sure this was not the first meeting you guys would have. You grabbed your bag and ran back to your house. Opening the front door, your dad comes to the door to yell at you but then notices you're shocked and almost traumatized. "The fuck your scared for? We didn't beat you up THAT bad!" You don't give an answer, but the fact that you met a GOD. A LITERAL GOD. "Why aren't you ANSWERING MY QUESTION!?" Your dad yells before throwing a beer bottle at you. You then again snapped out of your trance and use the dagger that Loki gave you
-You crashed the glass bottle to the floor and your mother then came to the scene to find a shocked father and a scared but still shocked daughter. "What the actual FUCK is happening?!" You were gonna say something but your father just had to cut you off. "YOUR STUPID LITTLE GIRL JUST CRASHED AND SPILLED A FRESH BEER BOTTLE TO THE FLOOR" You looked at him with disbelief. "You threw it at me! What was i supposed to do?!" "LET IT HIT YOU BITCH! WHY DO YOU HAVE A DAGGER TOO?!" Your mom just stood there but then heard you had a dagger, she never raised you like that but then again she abused you from 4 years old.
-"What is wrong with you Y/N?!" That. Was. The. LAST. Straw. "Y'know what? I'm DONE! IM 29 YEARS OLD, A FUCKING ADULT. YOU WONT LET ME LIVE MY LIFE, YOU WONT LET ME HANG WITH THE ONLY FRIEND THAT ACTUALLY FEELS LIKE FAMILY, AND THE FACT YOU GET MAD OVER THE SMALLEST THINGS!! I MET A GOD WHO'S FIGHTING A SUPERHERO, AND THE AMOUNT OF TIMES YOU BEAT ME UP!" The parents look flabbergasted at the sudden outburst of their daughter "Do you know who your talking to little girl!?" your mother who had the audacity to blurt. "YEAH THE BITCH WHO CANT TAKE PROPER CARE OF THEIR DAUGHTER!" You said before leaving once more to your room to pack up and leave this retched household. -I wonder if i'll meet him again...- (- - mean thoughts)
GAWD DAUYM AM I TIRED. sometimes on july i just cant sleep and it happened last july so thats why this took so long but I TRIED MY BEST LITTLE ONES (why does little one remind me of thanos???)
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blankdblank · 1 year
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On The Nose
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Oc in cage listening to Loki outside of cage pretending to be patrolling and taunting the prisoners on Sakaar. “Okay, there’s a ledge behind this bench to accommodate our height difference while my location mimes fealty to the Grandmaster’s inner circle, and I want you to rush up, grip the breast of my outer robe and headbutt me.”
“But I don’t want to headbutt you.” Oc replies.
Loki sighs, “Thor and I did this frequently as children, I have a phaser just here,” he said showing the gun like weapon in a hidden pocket on his left pectoral underneath his outer robe that was enchanted to lay flat no matter what it held inside its pockets. “You grab that and shoot the Grandmaster. I am collapsed on the ground and, input skirmish, a skilled set of explosions and averted shots will clear us a pathway to where your pod had been sequestered to for inspection.”
“Fine,” oc agreed in a huff.
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Cue the fight and atop the bench lining the so called ledge of a dip in the floor leading to the throne like chair the Grandmaster was seated upon ordering your interrogation Loki was heading. His outer robe gets fisted to draw his head closer and in the fly of oc’s hair to coat the mimed blow the Prince simply collapses in a battle against giggles at the lightning fast kiss left upon the tip of his nose instead of a blow to the forehead he had prepared for. Grandmaster is shot.
Giggles continue to be broken by verbal jabs and the crowd is now fleeing in broken groups who are out of the way of the onslaught. Cue the race through halls with fake tugs he gave to oc to knock himself into the wall to simply stumble and have to chase them on the way he shouted to make the proper turns, including a few awkward times he had to grip and swing oc around to turn them the right way.
Inside the pod now free of Sakaar’s borders he sat in the passenger seat and said, “You kissed my nose.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to headbutt you.”
“Thor-,”
“Thor has a brain the size of a walnut and a skull that you can smash rocks with. You highly underestimate the effects a concussion would have on me. You’d have had to carry me to my pod and I’d be unable to stand up for a whole day and the room would twist on me for a week after that if it’s a mild one.”
Awkwardly he simply repeated, “You kissed my nose...”
“I can lick your face next time if you would prefer that?” Simply his voice cracked at a loss for something clever or somewhat neutrally calm to say to that offer. “No idea how debilitating someone hauling off and licking you mid fight can be.”
Now blushing the Prince asked, “Would you have preferred to lick me?”
“Tends to be salty but I can’t say I haven’t daydreamed what licking a Jotun would be like, if we’d have a frozen tongue incident and my face would be stuck to you like with ice or other frozen things.”
Forward he looked and after an awkwardly long time he sat only to ask, “Who on Odin’s green earth has licked you mid fight?!” Now with a protective streak in his tone.
“Why?” Oc asked mid giggle.
“Names. I demand names, who has licked you oc?!”
@jesevans @theincaprincess @lilith15000 @devilishminx328
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muddyorbsblr · 5 months
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bigger than the whole sky [rtc what if…?]
'relinquish the crown' masterlist See my full list of works here!
BE WARNED SPOILERS FOR THE LOKI SEASON 2 FINALE AHEAD
Summary: What if…you'd broken Frigga's memory spell without Loki? | Your search for your husband leads you to a peculiar void beyond the Nine Realms, to a place that vaguely resembles the Tree of Life that you'd only read about in historical texts.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: angst with no happy ending in sight; this is in the RTC universe so…themes of incest if you squint; Loki S2 finale spoilers; slight violence in the beginning [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: gonna repeat it again…Loki S2 finale spoilers ahead; no prior reading of RTC is required to suffer enjoy reading this story
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"I will ask you one final time, you sadistic hedonist," you panted, taking a moment to lean on Stormbreaker while the eccentric tyrannical leader of Sakaar laid bleeding on the ground. One hand clutched his abdomen where you'd struck him, the other gingerly held his broken nose.
This wasn't something that you enjoyed doing, putting others through pain. But knowing Loki's history with this Grandmaster long before you two had met was easing your worry somehow that you were doing something reprehensible. There were pains that your beloved, even after all the time you'd known each other prior to your betrothal and marriage, were not quite ready to share with you.
His time in Sakaar was among those pains.
That knowledge alone was enough to get you to stop catching your breath, marching over to the Grandmaster and pinning him to the ground with the end of your battle axe's handle.
"Where is Loki?"
"Lady, I already told you back in the viewing box, I haven't seen your u--Agh!" You pressed Stormbreaker's handle harder against a tender spot on his shoulder, his body visibly showing signs of surrender before he started tapping on the floor. "Alright I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whined.
"Shall we try this again, then?" He did his best to nod his head, sighing heavily. "Where did you last see him?"
"I swear to you on my Champion's grave it's been millions of years for me here in Sakaar," he choked out, still audibly struggling to draw in his breath. "It was a time he didn't even know you yet. You probably hadn't even been born."
"So you truly bear no knowledge of my husband's whereabouts?"
"Your hus--I thought he was--"
"Mind your words, charlatan god." He let out another groan of pure agony as you pressed harder on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I--I really don't know where he is, Your Highness, I don't--"
"Then what use are you to me," you said darkly, another corner of your soul feeling ass if the lights had gone out. Another dead end.
You took a dagger out with your free hand, the Grandmaster's pleas of mercy sounding muffled as they fell on your dulled ears. Nothing he had to say could spare him now; to you, he was no longer a lead, a well lit path that could perhaps point you to where Loki had been all this time.
Now he was simply a shadow of your husband's past. Something so dark that he didn't even dare let you know about it.
Despair began to seep into your veins, a single question overtaking all other remotely coherent thought. Would you ever find him? Would you ever get to apologize? To tell him how you felt? How you'd always felt?
Before you could strike, a loud crack resounded throughout the Grandmaster's suite, coming from a glowing green portal that appeared in the center of the room.
"I would probably take that call, if I were you," the Grandmaster quipped, exhaling a large sigh of relief when you removed the weight of Stormbreaker off of him as you stepped toward the portal. Once the threshold had begun to close after you stepped through, he let out a final sentiment. "Please say hello to your husband for me when you find him."
That was more than enough for you to decide throwing your dagger into the small opening that remained, hitting the smug anachronistic bastard on his uninjured shoulder.
Then the portal finally closed, leaving you in a place you couldn't quite describe. All you knew was that it felt like a place you should never have been allowed access to. A place that should be beyond you. Beyond anyone.
Winding, glowing vines surrounded you, each of them looked and sounded as if they were teeming with a life of its own. If you listened carefully you could hear voices. Your voices. Infinite iterations of them. But one rang clearer than every other in the entire space.
"Did I do something that angered the Norns so fiercely that they condemned me to love a man I could never have?"
"I know what it feels like to kiss him. To touch him. To be desired by him. And it's ripping me apart to know that I will never know that again."
"The people will look at this union and see it for what it is. Sinful. Shameful!"
You tried to block the memories out of your mind, of you begging your grandmother Queen Frigga to lock your memories away. Of arguing with your grandfather Odin and with your father Thor because they were signing your life away to marry Loki. Of the harsh words you spat at them all behind closed doors.
Of the day the lock on your mind finally broke, after finding your journals prior to the spell being cast chronicling how you'd fallen for the god despite your better judgment. The head-splitting agony of your memories reconciling and finding their place back in your mind.
An agony suffered in your lonesome while Loki was away on assignment.
You scrambled desperately to think of anything else, to follow along the path of the vines and hear something other than your own mistakes being echoed back at you. These desperate attempts made you realize that the vines converged in a structure that eerily resembled an image that you'd only learned about in your youth.
"Yggdrasil?" you whispered in awe, your feet bringing you closer still until you found a parting just large enough for one to squeeze through.
Once you'd finally freed yourself from the winding vines, all air left your lungs at the sight that greeted you. A golden throne at the heart of the tree. All the vines anchored to the man -- or God, rather -- seated in it.
Loki.
"You've left quite a trail of bodies in your wake throughout this quest of yours, little Princess," he spoke, not moving even a fraction from where he sat.
He gave you a soft smile, tears beginning to form in his eyes as he stared at you. As if he couldn't believe you were here with him.
"It's been too long, my darling wife."
You'd rehearsed time and time again throughout your search for your husband what you would say to him once you'd been reunited. You would tell him how wrong you were for how you behaved throughout your betrothal, your marriage. And you would abandon every shred of your pride and beg for his forgiveness. You would tell him you loved him, that you'd always loved him.
And that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.
Yet somehow you could form none of those words. Instead you finally felt your body succumb to the tiredness brought about by the centuries you'd spent searching and laying waste to every imaginable corner of the Nine Realms and beyond for even the slightest shred of a clue as to where he could have been.
Instead you sunk to your knees, the tears streaming down your face as you stumbled over your words. "I remember everything. I had to find you. Tell you that I'm--"
"I know you are, my love. I watched you on the day the spell broke, the day you finally remembered. I wanted so desperately to come home to you. To not let you have to endure that pain alone."
"Why didn't you?" you blurted out, staring at all the vines he held in his hands. "What are all these?"
"Timelines," he answered you simply, giving you a minuscule shrug of his shoulders. "In every single one, there is an iteration of you and me. Some circumstances may differ, minor details. But at the heart of each of them, we live a life together. We find each other, fall in love. In some we even start a family."
"A family," you repeated breathlessly. The knowledge that each vine -- each timeline -- that was anchored to him held a variation of you and him, of your story, began to eat away at you, flooding you with guilt.
How wretched did you have to be that in your timeline you'd rejected him? Foolishly pushed him away with every mistake you made until finally it took you centuries to find him again?
"What happened?" you finally spoke after what felt like hours. "How did you get--"
"That is quite the long and harrowing tale, darling. In truth, it was a cavalcade of miscalculations and bad judgment calls, failed attempts of trying to save all these lives until I realized that the result would always stay the same if the equation contained the same variables."
"And what was that result?"
"Annihiliation," he answered you simply, giving you a misty eyed look. "Every single strand of time that I hold safe now would have been obliterated on sight. I know it. I've seen it. I've seen you disintegrate before me too many times than I wish to count. The device that once held them stable could no longer scale for an infinite number of possibilities, and letting countless timelines die in the name of the survival of a few was…unacceptable. The only thing that could carry a burden that great was--"
"A god," you finished, the words fighting you their entire way out, nearly choking you on the weight of them. The question that you wished to raise crippled you with its answer's implications. For you and your timeline specifically. "What happens if you let go?"
"It dies. Slowly. Drifts away until it eventually turns to ash." He began to make a motion, as if to approach you, until ultimately he decided against it. "This was the only way. It remains the only way. I must stay, and keep them safe. Watch our lives play out in derivatives of what ifs."
The selfish question that danced at the tip of your tongue plagued you with even more guilt. But what about my timeline? What about our life together? "There has to be another way," you grumbled, stubbornly shaking your head as if you were once again a toddler, refusing to accept the world for being what it was rather than what you wished it would be. "I could stay with you. I could stay and we can find a way together."
Your heart splintered watching him shake his head at you. "My beautiful headstrong wife," he breathed out, his tone filled with both fondness and heartbreak. "I can't in my good conscience let you abandon your life just so you could stay here with me. That would be too selfish, even for me. What would you have here?"
"You! I would have you. All these centuries I've spent in a desperate scramble to find you and tell you that I lo--" You found yourself completely choking on the words now, never having to articulate them before. "That I love you. That I've always loved you and I want us to start our lives together. I refuse to accept that after all this time I have to let you go. You can't make me."
"Asgard needs you, its future Queen."
"And I need you!" Your voice finally broke, sobs that you'd fought inside starting to bubble up. "It isn't fair that you hold all these different tellings of our story in your hands, but your story, yours and mine, ends in us apart. That you spend your days here, watching our life play out somewhere and somewhen else, and you're alone. Please don't send me away, husband," you began to beg. "Don't make me leave you. Let me stay."
He let out a sharp exhale, a tear escaping his eye, rolling down his cheek. "I've longed for the day I would hear you call me that," he sighed, a rueful smile gracing the handsome features that you were bereft of for centuries. "Truly I didn't think I would ever see you again, Y/N. My Y/N. I never thought that I would have you before me, and I hear those words you would only say in dreams with my own ears. Thank you, my dear heart. You have given me a gift in this quest of yours, in having a final moment with the woman I love…" More tears rolled down his cheeks when his smile widened before finishing his sentiment. "And the woman that loves me."
Your sobs filled the endless space, your body collapsing onto the ground as your grief overtook you. The notion of grieving for the living never seemed sensical to you until now. Now that the man, the god, you loved was calling this the last time you would ever see each other.
And you knew in your heart that with the power he wielded now, he could make that your reality without even lifting a finger. He could push you out of this void and back into any timeline of his choosing just as easily as he pulled you out of Sakaar.
The feel of familiar large hands pulling you up to your feet startled you, only having the briefest moment to look at your husband before he pulled you into a crushing embrace. You didn't think twice before wrapping your arms around him, holding him as close as you could and sobbing into his shoulder before realizing…
If his hands were on you, then why were the vines still in place?
"Loki," you sobbed. "Husband, please. No illusions."
"I can't hold you," he said, choking back his own sobs now. "I couldn't watch you break like this and do nothing." The duplicate he cast to hold you disappeared from your hold in a flash of green. "I've done it before against all my better judgment, I refuse to do it again."
"Then don't." Against your own better judgment, you stomped your foot, like a bratty child being told you had to go home. Which was almost precisely what this was. "If this is where you are and where you will remain, then this is where I wish to stay. With the god that owns my heart. With my husband." You blinked rapidly to expel the tears that blurred your vision before uttering the words that splintered at your heart even more. "I was made to be yours. You said that."
"And I yours," he finished, averting his gaze, letting his own tears drop to the fabric of  his trousers. "In every timeline. We must take solace in knowing that among these infinite tales, one is ours. What could have been ours."
"What should be ours," you insisted. You made your way over to him, placing your hand on the side of his face. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, the sight breaking your heart further. "Our story deserves its bliss-laden epilogue, too."
"Not at the cost of everyone else's. Deep down you know this to be true."
"That does not mean I accept it," you grumbled. "Let me stay."
"You know that I can't. I will not subject you to live out the rest of your days here. Without friends nor family, and only a husband that cannot even hold you as company."
"But at least you would have someone to hold you," you argued, throwing your arms around him and letting your tears flow once more. "I can't just leave you here all on your own. You can't make me." You knew that he damn right could.
"My love," he sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. "I wish for you to live a long, and fulfilled life. You've lost so much time in your search for me only for it to end like this. I can give you those centuries back, as a final gift. Reverse the clock, undo the toll it took on you. Let this be the final token of my affection. My fealty. My undying vow."
"Let me keep my memories," you pleaded, already feeling that this would truly be your final moments with him. You did not need to turn your gaze to know that the portal leading back to Asgard was there, waiting for you. Perhaps he would simply nudge you through with his mind, knowing that you would refuse to leave. "Let me keep my remnants of you if that is all that I can leave this place with."
He nodded once. "Very well, little Princess. When you walk through the portal only the physical years will be stripped away. Live well, and remember always that I love you. My heart will only ever belong to you. Until the end of time."
"I love you," you choked out through your tears. "Husband." Your heart ached at the sight of his tears, not bothering to fight back the urge to kiss them away. "I will miss you desperately and always. In every step that I must take in this life without you."
"You will always have me by your side," he swore. "When you feel a presence you cannot see, in gentle breezes within a still room. I will always be there."
You continued to wipe his tears away, the god constantly kissing at your palms. Seemingly refusing to let you go, too.
"May I kiss you?" you asked, barely audibly, your voice unable to even completely form the words. "One last time?"
He gave you a small nod, and you leaned in to press your lips to his, trying to pour out your years of lost time and the future that you were doomed to lose in just a few short moments into that single kiss. You could feel that when he kissed you back, he did so with both all the love he'd never been able to give you before, and the love that he would never be able to bestow in the future.
It was a kiss of finality. A kiss of goodbye. A bittersweet final page in the story of you and Loki.
I love you more than words can ever say, his voice echoed in your mind. Goodbye, my love. My fated. My darling wife.
When you pulled away he was gone. And you'd been returned to your shared chambers back in Asgard. As he promised, the physical toll the centuries-long search had taken on your body were gone. No more scars from miscalculated skirmishes. No more bruises from Sakaar.
No more physical reminders of what you'd endured trying to reunite with the love your life.
All that remained were the memories of those years, and your time in his domain beyond the Realms.
"Goodbye, my darling husband. My love. My Loki," you whispered into the quiet of your marital chambers, sinking to your knees once more and letting out a shriek of pure agony, the sobs swiftly returning and wracking your entire body as you lay pathetically on the floor.
"Y/N??"
The sound of your mother Lady Sif's voice provided little comfort, but it felt like a familiar balm. "Mother," you said weakly, unmoving from your spot on the ground even as she rushed to you, cradling you in her lap.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" She stroked your hair while your tears soaked her sleep dress. You felt her wave someone over, and moments later you felt your grandmother Queen Frigga's presence in the room with you.
"I lost. I lost and I know not what to do now," you managed to say through your tears.
"What did you lose, Daughter?"
You'd briefly considered explaining your journey, from breaking the spell, to your journey through the centuries, to Loki's domain beyond the reach of space and time. To relay what had become of your husband.
Ultimately the words were beyond you due to your grief.
"Everything," you answered her, holding on to her tight as if you were a child again. This would be the only semblance of comfort you would have. "I lost everything."
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A/N: I had to after that finale had me processing and feeling the big sad all day, I promise I'm working on 2 other stories based on the finale that have kinda better endings.
Also I sobbed throughout writing this entire thing, just for the record.
Now here's the song to add to the vibe:
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infinitystoner · 5 months
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The Serpent of Sakaar
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Summary: A handsome stranger complicates your life.
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Tags/Content: Flirting, Humor, Sexual Tension & Other Escapades on a Trash Planet, (Not Quite) Enemies to Lovers, Smuttish
Rating: Mature
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The air is unbearably thick tonight. Potent. Sticky.
You slip through the crowd of chittering alien courtiers, concluding the only thing that will grant you reprieve from Sakaar’s never-ending bacchanalia is a nice, long bath. 
Dodging a purring hologram of the celestial who rules this bizarre realm, you wonder if anyone else ever grows tired of it – too much of a good thing or whatever. The unexpected pivot lands you in the middle of the throne room, and your eyes traitorously fall on the charming newcomer standing at the edge of the Grandmaster’s dais. 
The one they call Loki, although you doubt that’s his true name. 
You’re well aware of the rumors, having started many of them yourself. Of course, it has absolutely nothing to do with envy and everything to do with boredom. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as each exceedingly outlandish lie leaves your lips and falls upon greedy ears. 
All you know for certain is that Loki is the bane of your existence after snaking his way into the high order’s inner circle and winning the favor of the Grandmaster within days – effectively disrupting the long con you’ve painstakingly exacted these past years and swiftly replacing it with one of his own. 
And even though you hate that you recognize something familiar in him, you concede he is quite the gifted rogue. Executing each stratagem with ease. Imparting every countermove so effortlessly. 
It’s maddening. He’s maddening. 
His voice carries over the uproarious mix of music and chatter, regaling his audience with an undoubtedly embellished tale. And now he’s summoned your attentions, too. Dark curls rest gracefully atop pewter pauldrons, a garish blend of sapphire and citrine draping over his lean, leather-clad form. Cunning and handsome. The nerve of it all. 
You glance at your own flamboyant attire. Beneath your bodice, an iridescent swirl of vermilion and silver flows to your ankles. You look like flayed salmon. But, if it pleases the Grandmaster… 
Loki’s boisterous laugh shakes you from your thoughts and he turns on his heel, catching your unwary gaze. You ignore the stutter of your heart and the warm tingling in your core, instead focusing on how his regal brow furrows and his forced smile falls. But, as the facade quickly returns and he excuses himself from the revelry, his eyes – never breaking from your own – spark with intensity. 
You have to get out of here. Now.
Ducking behind a group of faceless creatures, you shuffle along the gilded perimeter of the room, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The din of the party echoes off the walls, the unrelenting buzz pulsing in your temples and settling in the crevices of your mind. The discomfort results in a moment of hesitation, and you glance over your shoulder, but Loki vanishes into the crowd. 
A portal to your left beckons with a soft, mechanical hum and you exhale, walking through the opening.
“Leaving so soon? I do hope I’m not the cause of your early departure.” 
It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the glaringly bright corridor, but there he is, just ahead, leaning against the hexagonal archway, a satisfied smirk on his infuriatingly gorgeous face. 
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you lie, squaring your shoulders and continuing your journey to the elevators.
“Things were getting a bit monotonous,” he offers, effortlessly falling in step beside you. “And I always find a nice, long bath invigorating after, well, after anything really.” 
His words cause your feet to falter slightly – surely he can’t… but what if? Thoughts whirring, you frantically push the salacious image of Loki disrobing and stepping into a bath from your mind.
“I take it you agree,” he taunts, opening the control panel next to the elevator. “Which level?” 
“71X-P.” What an ass.
Loki punches the code for the top-level suites, muttering something under his breath. 
“I beg your pardon?” you ask, stepping into the small space as the partition opens. The two of you ascend into the darkened sky – the jagged, glimmering expanse of the city on the other side of the glass shrinking beneath you. 
“Oh,” he says. “I was unaware we reside in the same wing of this so-called palace. How fortuitous.” 
“Indeed.” The word comes out more biting than intended.  
Loki tuts. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me very much.” 
You perch on the guardrail, refusing to give him more than a playful roll of your eyes before pretending to inspect your nails. 
“But perhaps that’s just another of your machinations?” Loki hums, a mask of feigned contemplation crawling across his face as he stalks closer. Widening his stance, he cages you against the unyielding windowpane with his arms.
“Loki,” you warn, the warmth in your hips flaring back to life like embers reigniting beneath a thin layer of ash. Can he sense how wildly your heart is beating? 
“Ah, so you do know my name. Although I must admit, darling, I’ve grown fond of the Serpent of Sakaar.” 
He knows. He knows, and now what? Will he convince the Grandmaster to order a fight between you and his beloved champion? Or perhaps he’ll have you evicted from the palace? A life out there with the scrappers might be the only thing worse than a life in here under the thumb of a deranged celestial.
Everything is moving too fast, yet time stands still. Such is the way on Sakaar. Your stomach drops, settling somewhere beneath your feet as the lift reverses its trajectory, plummeting you towards a fate you aren’t prepared for. Yet a quick glance through the glass confirms you’re still steadily climbing up, up– 
“You know, you’re quite…” Loki pauses, tracing the pattern of the silver cuff adorning your bicep with his forefinger. The rapid cadence of your breath cuts through the charged air, entwining with the weight of his gaze as it locks onto your parted lips. 
When his eyes flit back to yours, the striking green of his irises is nearly eclipsed by his expanding pupils. “Clever.” 
“I- I’m not sure what you mean.” 
“Ah, but you do. And I must express my sincerest gratitude. Everyone here is so curious about my origins.” Loki raises an eyebrow, his fingertips ghosting a trail up your arm and across your collarbone. “And your crafty little rumors created the perfect illusion in which to hide. Even En Dwi Gast himself believes the stories to be true.” 
“I find the best lies are the ones shrouded in truth,” you retort, regaining a modicum of composure when Loki’s jaw twitches at your subtle accusation. 
“Such awful words from such sweet lips,” he says with an impish grin, brushing the back of his fingers along your jaw before tilting your face upwards — so close, too close, to his own. 
“And do you think me wicked?” you say breathlessly, resting your hands on his shoulders.
“No more so than I consider myself,” he replies, the pad of his thumb tugging at your bottom lip. It’s a lie of omission, but as his cool breath fans over your heated skin, you realize you don’t care if his words hold truth or not. 
Loki’s nose nudges yours, and any lingering apprehension fades away, an unfamiliar sensation enveloping you. It’s intoxicating and comforting and sets your skin aflame in each place his lips make contact – first the corner of your mouth, then just beneath your jaw, down the column of your throat, and back up again. 
“You’re divine,” he murmurs, and you understand what it is you’re feeling. Intimacy. 
His lips finally connect with yours and you melt into the kiss, curling your hands around the nape of Loki’s neck. Yet he hesitates to deepen it, pulling back each time your tongue runs across the seam of his lips. But, oh, the way he groans when you tug at his hair and take his bottom lip between your teeth makes you clench, your desire making itself evident between your thighs. 
Through whatever alchemy is sparking between you, Loki senses it and slips his knee between your legs, causing you to moan in response.
“Oh, little fox,” he rasps, roughly bunching your skirts up in his fist before lifting your knee to his hip and slowly grinding into you. “Don’t tease me. I couldn’t bear it.” 
If you had lovers before Loki, you can’t recall them – not now that he’s scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin below your ear and bringing you to the edge of ecstasy with each deliberate roll of his hips. He tilts his head, lips parting as his tongue finally slides over yours. It’s tender and warm and you ache for him. 
“Level seventy-one X P. The Grandmaster welcomes you home,” a voice announces as the elevator door whooshes open.
Loki breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours, puffing out a laugh. “So, fancy that bath?”
“Mm, sounds delightful,” you purr, grabbing his hand and leading him into the hall. His purposeful footsteps reverberate throughout the space, but you barely make it five steps before he pins you against a cobalt door. 
“Stay with me,” Loki whispers earnestly, smiling when you softly kiss him in agreement. 
You continue to kiss along his beautiful neck as he meddles with a beeping keypad just above your shoulder, drinking in the scent of him for the first time. He smells like earth and bergamot – with just a hint of something familiar you can’t quite place, yet it grounds you. 
Allowing yourself another inhale, you gasp as it finally hits you: He smells of the ancient forests of Asgard. 
Of home. 
But that… that’s impossible. 
“Just for tonight,” Loki says when he feels your body tense.   
“Just for tonight,” you repeat as you follow him into his rooms. 
You always were a liar.
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st4rymoon · 2 months
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Hi!! Wondering if you could do a Loki x Grandmaster's daughter reader. w/size kink and a lil bondage. Thanks so much!!
Yeppp🤭🤭
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬・Loki x Grandmaster’s daughter reader
- size kink, teasing, mean dom Loki, age gap (18+), creampie, breeding kink, rough sex!, fingering!, grinding, pussy fucking!, language, pet names, bondage, belly bulge, hickeys, unprotected sex!, dumbification, finger sucking, mentions of masturbation (m)
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Most people knew Loki was up to his tricks when he cozied up with your father, the grandmaster. With your fathers reputation, you never really knew if the rumors were true but you guessed they weren’t.
Your father is a man who enjoys any Apple from any tree so you’ve seen him fawn over dozens after he gets too cozy. With Loki, it didn’t look romantic or sexual but more as a right hand man.
Loki loved mischief and your father loved encouraging it but even then he made it clear you were off limits to Loki. You didn’t like that rule if you were being honest, Loki was hard to read and gorgeous which meant he was practically made for you.
You were always in your room having no Interest on what goes on around you. Few would come up and talk to you but someone who always found themselves in your room was Loki.
You happily let him inside, sometimes even unaware of his presence as he used his magic to appear besides you.
Today was a self care day meaning you prettied yourself up for no reason other than your own personal fulfillment. “So how’s everything going over there?” Your best friend asked through the phone as you lathered lotion on your legs.
“It’s good, nothing new” you sighed. “Really? Nothing new?? I heard Loki was back and up to no good” she cooed knowing about your little crush.
Loki was up to his usual tricks, he was about to scare you as he stood besides your door, stopping as he heard his name and listened in on your conversation from the bathroom “Loki is back, he’s usually who knows where doing who knows what so don’t start with your teasing” you chuckled.
His eyebrows shot up and a smile grew on his face “oh shut up!” You laughed into the phone. “How do you know? You’ve fucked him before” you muttered into the phone as your best friend blabbered on about how she hears all the things people say about him.
“Anyways I don’t have time for this, I’ll call you later” you smiled as she continued with her cooing and teasing “bye!” You hummed as you hung up the call.
You chuckled as you got up and finished up your legs “you talking about me with your friend’s love?” You heard a coo from the door. You jumped back as Loki leaned onto the door, arms crossed with a cocky smirk on his face while your eyes grew wide.
“What! No!” You awkwardly smiled as you pushed past him “sure you weren’t” he cooed as he turned his head to follow you. Lokis eyes closed as he smelt the new lotion you lathered yourself in “that new lotion smells delicious” he teased as you walk around with a baggy tee.
You were trying to find your panties, ignoring his words as you rummaged through your clothes. “Thanks”
“Doesn’t my dad have some work for you to do? Go and annoy someone else” you hissed. Loki was taken aback by your response, you’ve never spoken to him with such disrespect.
He didn’t say a word as he watched you hide your face, you were embarrassed. How cute.
“No need to get mean with me because you’re embarrassed” he mocked. “I’m not embarrassed!” You hissed as you turned to him and pointed a finger at him. “Mmhm” he nodded.
“What do you want lafesyeon!” You sighed. “Nothing, I just want to get away from the chaos outside” he smiled “need some relaxation” he cooed in a coy tone as he sat himself on your bed.
You squeezed your thighs together as he tilted his head to the side. This didn’t go unnoticed as he spread his legs wider, allowing you to step forward a bit “what’s got you all heated sweetheart?” He mocked.
You felt like you were under a spell as you stood in front of him, you finally got to take in his beauty. His dark curls shaping his face perfectly as he sat back in his black button up and slacks. He looked like a meal you’d love to devour.
“Nothing” you shook your head, trying your best to not let your eyes trial down. “I can read minds you know?” He cooed.
You tensed and began to stutter as he chuckled “what are you thinking? I can read minds but I didn’t read yours but by that reaction I can tell you’re thinking something you shouldn’t be” Loki teased.
“I was thinking about fucking you” you shrugged as you were over come with carelessness “oh yeah?”
“Yeah I was and you aren’t going to do a single thing about it so now g-“ you were pulled into his arms in one swift motion. You knew you were a soft spot for Loki but you definitely didn’t expect him to break this fast.
His hand held a tight grip on jaw as he kissed you sloppily, his teeth nipping at your lips as you messily kissed back and pushed him onto the bed.
You straddled Loki, kissing him in need as his hands slid up your thighs. You moaned into his mouth as he grinds your exposed pussy onto his lap “not going to do anything about it pft. Darling I’ll make sure everyone asks how you got these.”
You were about to question what he meant but were quickly shut up as he sucked purple bites into your neck. Both of you moaned in satisfaction, you melted in his arms as he licked a stride up your neck.
Loki was fighting an internal battle inside his head. He wanted you to use him as you pleased, fuck yourself onto his cock at your own pace but you looked so small in his hands, so needy as you squirmed in his grasp. He needed you under him, he was practically salivating at the thought.
You gasped as he manhandled you onto your back, his hands spreading your legs wide so he could press his growing bulge against your exposed cunt.
“Please Loki” you purred all the while his hands ran up the sides of your thighs “you know I’m off limits don’t you darling?“ Loki teasingly hummed. You whined at his tone, you knew he was going to tease you to death.
“Yes I know but I don’t care. My father knows I never listen anyways, that’s why he never lets me know when you’re here” you admitted. “Those rules go for the both of us love. That old man knows I’ve always had my eyes on you” he huffed.
You could care less about the rules your father puts upon you. For fuck sake you’ve never broken a single rule. You didn’t care for parties, the people, or even the substances that floated around your circles.
But Loki, he was the one drug you’ve never gotten out of your system without even getting a taste.
Your back curled as Loki’s hands slid under your tee shirt. A loud sigh spilled from your lips as his cold hands kneaded at your plump tits “so sensitive”
You were getting impatient feeling him rub against your core, the seams of his slacks rubbing your clit ever so softly. “Stop teasing me” you whined, your hands going for his belt as he continued to fuck you through his clothes.
“Ah ah hands off” he hissed, his hands holding your wrists from pulling off his belt. “Loki please just stop fucking teasing” you whined. “You aren’t in any position to give orders darling” Loki hummed.
He yanked his belt off without hesitation, the realization that your wrist were being tightly bound onto the headboard above you made you whimper.
“You don’t listen, you don’t get to make any requests” Loki darkly smiled, his hands trialed down your abdomen, finally took a look at your messy cunt.
Loki let out a satisfied moan at the sight of your glimmering cunt, puffy folds covered in your own slick and your wetness gushing out of your tight hole.
You squirmed and tugged at your restraints as Loki ran two fingers down your folds. “Oh fuck” you gasped as he pushed two fingers deep into your cunt. A chuckle leaving Loki as he watched you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Feels good doesn’t it sweetheart, just prepping you for me, gotta break you in” Loki reassured in a hushed tone.
Loki’s mind was going one hundred miles per second as he watched you take his fingers, your pussy slightly stretching as he pumped them deeper and deeper. He was knuckles deep, hitting places your small fingers could never reached. Your pretty moans filled his ears as you quietly wail in desperation.
“Tell me love…” Loki hummed as he pulled his fingers out, shuffling back as you whined. “With all these other boys your age running around, why are you always alone? Are you waiting for a guy my age?” He smiled.
You nodded vigorously, your eyes watching his movements as he removed his bottoms. “They don’t interest me” you shyly whispered. “But I do?”
“Yes” you admitted. Loki admired the way you were so straight forward, he loved knowing you’d answer every questions he’d ask. You weren’t a virgin but it’s been a while since you’ve gotten laid. Guys your age were boring, inexperienced.
But Loki, he’s had centuries of experience. He was a god after all.
Your mouth watered as Loki’s thick cock sprung out of his boxers, his base thick and fat as his tip leaked of pre-cum. He noticed you gawking at his cock, a cocky smile plastering his face as he scooted back up.
“Loki please, please” you begged as he fisted his cock. He slipped between your folds, both of you moaning as you coated his cock in your sticky wetness. Lokis eyes watched the way he spread your folds as he pussy fucked you, his tip teasing your hole with each thrust.
You felt so small under him, his broad shoulders caging you in as your wrists stayed bound above you. You buried your face into the pillows as he pushed his tip in and out of your cunt, teasing and working you up with a menacing smile.
His hands held you by your waist and holding you tightly as he sunk into your creamy cunt. “Ahhh” Loki let out a pleased moan as you squeezed around his cock.
You whined as he split you in half, your hands gripping at the belt as he began to pick up his pace. The way Loki molded you onto his cock was something out of a dream, you felt so full even when you weren’t aware that he was barely half way in.
“Look at me honey, come on” he cooed. Your eyes dumbly boring into his as he yanked your shirt up, allowing your tits to bounce with each hard thrust. “That’s it, that’s it. Look at how pretty you look when you’re full of cock”
You were so fucked out that it wasn’t until you looked down that you noticed he took his shirt off, you watched hypnotized as his cock plunge in and out of you. His waist curling and clenching with his movements.
The tip of his cock nudged at your tummy ever so slightly as he sunk further and further. Once he was fully buried inside, his hips snapped harder against yours.
The loud moans that came out of you only encouraged him to pound you even harder “That look on you’re face says the boys your age won’t stand a chance” Loki arrogantly huffed.
“You don’t know the amount of times I’ve thought about fucking this pretty little pussy sweetheart, almost got caught with my cock in my hand after I saw you in that pretty little skirt you wore once. You remember? That pretty white skirt you loved to wear”
Your eyes were rolled back, saliva dribbling down your lips as he fucked you dumb. You could feel the curve of his cock rubbing against your sticky walls, each thrust letting him hit the perfect spot inside you.
You moaned as he shoved two fingers into your mouth, your tongue instinctively sucking and licking his digits.
Loki was double your size and you still managed to take him like a pro, your pussy hungrily squeezing him as he fucked you into oblivion.
You felt like you were floating with each thrust and yet he somehow managed to hit even deeper. He was salivating at the sight of his cock bulging through you, he’s never seen anything like it.
He wish he could take a picture of the way you took him like a champ. “Taking my cock like a fucking pro love, you love it don’t you” he cooed.
You muttered incoherent words as your wrists began to hurt, your orgasm growing closer as his hands wrapped around your throat. You dumbly moaned as the new grip on you gave him a better angle.
His hips slammed onto yours as he hummed in accomplishment . Your loud cries filled the room as you came around Loki, sticky ropes of your slick webbing onto his thighs.
“Let them know” he shakily huffed. You were too dumb fucked to notice the way his thrusts grew sloppy and uncoordinated. You bounce along with your mouth wide open, no sound coming out as you were drained of the energy to speak.
“Fuck! just gotta fill you up o-“ Loki seethed as his loads painted your walls white. You could feel him burst inside you, he fucked his cum into you messily as he panted and gasped.
Loki watched as your tight cunt leaked out his loads with his cock still buried inside, the visual sinful knowing a pretty thing like you could even fit someone his size.
“What’s daddy gonna think knowing I just bred his little girl”
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Something New (Loki x GN!Reader)
Summary: You have known each other since you were children on Asgard, you’ve been there through everything… And now you’re stranded on a junk planet with the man you believed to be dead for four years… It was time for a honest chat.
A/N: Set during ‘Thor Ragnarok’, no descriptors or use of ‘Y/N’.
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“Silent treatment, is it? How juvenile. And a little boring.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, irritation flashing through your features at Loki’s - deliberately - vexing comment. Shaking your head, you stayed looking out the large window of the quarters you and Loki had been forced to share, especially after he had told the Grandmaster you two were married.
“Ah, I see, you’re in the honeymoon phase. Well, we are very progressive here on Sakaar.” The Grandmaster had mused. “We have husbands, wives, consorts, throuples and in-betweens. I can give you a leaflet if you like-“ To which quickly you had held up a hand, shaking your head, overwhelmed by the junk planet you’d ended up on, let alone the intricacies of their… escapades. No, you were much more focused on finding a way off of the planet and to Asgard to stop Hela, and then back to Midgard to live your life in peace.
It had been a few days since Loki and Thor had appeared on Midgard before your eyes, the shock and disbelief you felt still fresh in your mind at the sight of Loki - alive. And finding out he had faked his death for Asgard’s throne… Well, that was just the cherry on top. You forgave him for trying to destroy Jotunheim, you tried to forgive him for attacking New York… Fighting side by side against the Dark Elves had felt right… And then, he was gone. Dead, you thought.
“You seriously think you can go god-knows how long without speaking to me?” Loki inquired, raising a curious brow. “Whether you like it or not, we are in this together.” He nodded to himself. “And I, for one, am not about to let the opportunity to gain the Grandmasters favour, get close and perhaps take his place, slip me by.”
“Oh my god-“ You whirl around, finally facing him as your brows crease. “Are you serious?” You snap, a beat of silence filling the air between you. When you see him furrow his brows in a look that said ‘well, yes’, you couldn’t help but let a tired laugh escape your lips, head falling back slightly as your gaze flickered to the ceiling.
“I fail to see how that is funny-“ Loki huffed, tilting his head faintly.
“No, you’re right-“ You sigh, shaking your head, gaze fixed upon him once more. “It isn’t funny. No, in fact-�� You take a step closer. “It’s hilarious.” Loki blinked, irritation creeping up on him now at your mocking words. “Because, of course, Asgard was simply just… not enough?” You raise a brow. “Having Odin sent to Midgard, his death leading to the unleashing of the Goddess of Death who is now set on ruling Asgard and possibly destroying anyone or anything in her way… Was… not enough.”
Loki averted his eyes, looking down as his jaw twitched, your words hitting him with the harsh reality that his actions had consequences.
“And instead of doing the right thing and wanting to try and leave this hel, you wish to… stay? Ignore that our home is in danger?” Silence fell between you both, giving you the answer you needed as you let out an exasperated breath. “Right, well then.” You muttered, straightening yourself. “You’ve made yourself clear.” You went to move, going to find your own way off of Sakaar, with or without Loki’s help.
“Wait-“ Loki sighed, reaching out to grasp your wrist, stopping your leave. “Just… wait.” He added, tone slightly softer. You looked up to meet his stare, seeing the uncertainty on his features. “I…” He sighed once again. “I’m sorry.” He finally muttered, eyes quickly flickering to the wall before landing back on you. “Alright?” He slowly let go of your wrist. “I didn’t think.”
“No, you’re right, you didn’t.” You grumbled, folding your arms over your chest, your own eyes moving to stare firmly at the wall behind Loki. Loki could see the tension in your frame, the hurt he had caused by faking his death still clinging to you like an old wound. He clasped his hands into fists at his sides briefly, before letting them fall naturally, letting out a slow breath whilst doing so.
“You can’t be too surprised by that.” Loki tried, tone wry. “Whilst my intelligence may be high, it seems my… ability for considering others emotions is somewhat lacking.” You scoffed at that. “‘Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself’.” Loki mumbled to himself, making you glance at him. He let out a breathy, quick laugh as he shook his head lightly, lips pursing. “Yet it seems my perception can be… also lacking when it comes to those closest.” He added quietly.
You stayed silent, unsure on what to say - on what he wanted you to say. Instead, you sighed, unfolding your arms, moving towards a nearby seat as you felt Loki’s eyes watching your every move. “I’m tired, Loki.” You finally spoke, sitting down, elbows on your knees, hands clasped together. “You’re supposed to be my dearest friend, and yet… it feels as though you are intent on creating distance between us.”
Loki raised his chin faintly, before taking close calculated steps towards you, a slightly awkward aura surrounding him. He wasn’t one to be open with such matters as friendship and emotions. But perhaps… it was time he tried. Tentatively, he took a seat beside you, leaving a respectable distance, knowing he had to earn the right to be close to you again.
The truth was, whilst you may have been dear friends once, over the years it had… changed. Ever since Loki discovered the truth about his heritage, maybe even before that. When he chose to lie to you about the Frost Giants entry into Asgard, he had made his choice. He had chosen self-preservation. Something that in his time ruling Asgard, he realised was… hollow. And you never truly were just a dear friend to him. Nor him to you, even if it was unspoken.
“It was truly never my intention to cause you pain.” Loki spoke lowly, side-glancing at you, trying to gauge your every reaction to his words. “Thor… on the other hand.” He added wryly, raising a brow. “I suppose apart of me… wanted him to feel it. So he understood.” It was spoken as if he was processing it in real time. Your gaze drifted to Loki, eyeing his profile as he spoke. “And when you came to Odin… to me…” He corrected before pausing. “And asked to return to Midgard, to live your life among the mortals I once sought to rule…” He let out a quiet breath. “I could do nothing but allow it. Knowing the hurt I had caused, the rift I had created…”
Loki’s words hung in the air, a subtle tension hanging with them as you bit your lower lip lightly, unclasping your hands to sit up straight, keeping them resting on your knees. “Midgard…” You began softly. “The time I spent there after New York, aiding them rebuild their city… It gave me purpose.” You turned your head to look at him properly. “Odin had forbidden me from seeing you in your cell, Thor was with Jane and I…” You sighed. “I just wanted to do something… good.”
Loki listened intently, his expression neutral, if not slightly more tender than his usual look of indifference. He waited for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt. “And then after… thinking you were dead on Svartalfheim…” You shook your head. “I just… couldn’t bear being home.”
Loki felt a pang in his usually guarded heart at those words, his head dipping as he moved a hand to the bridge of his nose. Odin’s words when he sent him away still clung to the corners of his mind.
“You will not see them again, you have done enough damage there.”
In his own way, he thought he was protecting you. Stopping you from being hurt anymore by making you believe he was dead.
“I thought-“ He cleared his throat, lifting his head. “After everything I had done…” He trailed off, not daring to look at you.
“That what?” You blinked, furrowing your brows. “I just… wouldn’t care?” You breathed out, disbelief in your voice. Loki finally then took the risk of glancing at you, seeing the bewildered look on your features. “You think… that after everything, the good and the bad, that I wouldn’t care if you were gone?” Loki stayed quiet, but the look on his face told you all you needed to know. “You’re an idiot.” You huffed, shaking your head, pushing yourself to your feet as Loki blinked at your reaction. “You are… an A-Grade idiot.”
“I see Midgard has also taught you some rather interesting language-“ He quipped wryly, brows furrowing as he stayed seated, a hand moving to a small shrug. You turned round to look at him, hands on your hips.
“Midgard taught me a lot, thank you.” You snapped slightly, letting out a breath as you looked out the window across the room once again. “I could’ve left you to your own designs in New York, let the others handle it, but when Thor told me you were alive, what you were planning, I demanded to go with him.” You looked down at him again, searching his upturned gaze. “When Odin forbid me from seeing you in your cell, sending me to Midgard to clear up your mess, all I could think about was what you were thinking, how you were feeling.” You saw Loki’s brows begin to unknit, a flash of emotion going through his ice blue eyes. “And then when we fought side by side on Svartalfheim, I thought it was a fresh start. Us, fighting side by side…” Your voice wavered faintly, but Loki noticed as he gracefully got to his feet. “To watch you die.” You whispered.
Loki swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a tentative step closer, one hand slightly outstretched, as if he was approaching a startled animal. “To find out, you were alive for four years. Four years, Loki.” Your voice raised slightly, anger surfacing. “And even now, you are plotting and scheming. It never ends, does it?”
Loki’s eyelids fluttered briefly, face lowering to look down at his leather boots as he tried to think of what to say - what you would want him to say. “What can I say? I’m an opportunist.” He finally spoke, words quiet. Usually, those words would’ve been laced with wry humour, but instead they were almost honest sounding. He lifted his face, eyes flickering to your hands on your hips as he took a leap of chance, reaching for one of your hands. He was surprised when you didn’t snatch your hand away, but didn’t let it show.
“You…” He breathed out. “Are… a defender. Just like you always wanted to be.” He spoke softly. “I am… proud…” The words felt slightly foreign on his tongue, such open sentiment. “-of how far you have come.” His words were almost a whisper, as your own gaze threaten to soften. “And I… am still searching.” He gave a brief, solemn smile. “Searching for what I want to be.” He paused. “I do what I do because… it’s what I know how… to do.” His eyes searched yours, as if you had the answer, but knowing that ultimately, it was he who needed to work it out. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I do it… because I have to, because I’ve had to.”
Your gaze finally softened, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took in his admission. You always knew that the Loki he portrayed to most was a mask, a defence mechanism… Yes, he was mischievous and cunning, but he was also multifaceted. You had seen it yourself. He was capable of so much more than the hollow quest he strived for.
“I know.” You whispered, squeezing his hand lightly. “But going round in circles, it’s never going to give you what you’re searching for. You can’t… discover if you don’t do something new.” You continued lowly, raising a brow. “Maybe, whatever you’re truly searching for isn’t a throne, or to rule or whatever else that falls under that umbrella, but maybe what you’re really looking for is-“
But before you could finish your thought, Loki’s lips had pressed to yours. You froze for a moment, taken back, before feeling yourself relax, his hand gently squeezing yours as his free one came to gently cup your cheek. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss - a kiss you had been waiting centuries for. His kiss was as tender as it was passionate, reverent even. It was a kiss that took your breath away - at the risk of sounding cliche.
After a moment, you broke apart, Loki pulling back to observe your face, eyes flickering over your features in a questioning way, wondering if he had overstepped, if he had done the right thing by… being vulnerable. When your eyes finally reopened, finding his, the look on his face was a mix of nerves and contentment, a strange contradiction… Very Loki.
“What… what was that for?” You breathed out, still slightly in awe at the way your heart was beating in your chest. Loki blinked, raising his brows.
“Well, you… did say that I couldn’t discover if I didn’t try something new…” He said lowly, tone holding a hint of his usual cheekiness that made your lip twitch, threatening to smile.
“And?” You asked quietly, his hand still in yours, his other still cupping your cheek gently.
“And I…” He cleared his throat. “I- uh- think I rather like this… ‘something new’.” His lips quirked up into a faint smirk, eyes glimmering with hope and care, possibly even excitement. “If you like it as well, of course-“ He added, slightly rushed, a little awkward.
“No, yeah- I mean-“ You nodded, clearing your own throat. “Yeah. I like it.”
“Yeah?” Loki raised a brow, voice breathy.
“Yeah.” You smiled softly, once more squeezing his hand in assurance as Loki let his own lips be tugged into a small, almost bashful smile.
“To something new.”
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A Mischievous Love Story - Part 8
Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader (platonic)
Summary: The reader and Loki were madly in love until you found out that he died. Deciding to follow Thor on his adventures, you soon find out the truth about what happened to your boyfriend. This series is a re-telling of Thor: Ragnarök with the reader inserted into the story. Reader uses she/her pronouns.
Warnings: Descriptive violence.
Word Count: 5.2k
Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
I've finally returned to this series and yes it was because of season 2 of Loki and yes I'm still completely wrecked over it. There isn't much interaction between Loki and the reader this part, apologies for that, but after this it will be mainly just them as I stray from the plot of the movie to focus on their romance!
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She’s my wife. The words echo in your mind over and over again as you stare at Loki. You heard him say those words, you know you did, and yet there’s no way that could have happened. There’s no way that he just called you his wife. Right?
Your mouth is hanging open and you want to close it or say something but you're in shock. Loki shoots a glance your way and grimaces. There’s no way.
“Your wife?” the Grandmaster asks, equally as confused as you. For some reason, you also hear disappointment in his voice. But you don’t have time to dissect that. The Grandmaster looks at you and then down at your hand. The jig is up, you think. “I never noticed that.”
Wait what? You look down at your left hand and again appear utterly shocked. There, on your ring finger, sits a wedding ring. It’s absolutely gorgeous. A gold band with emerald leaves wrapping around it. For a moment, it all feels real. The ring is perfect and you're married to the man you love. But reality settles in all too quickly.
The ring has been conjured up by Loki’s magic. You look at his hand and see a matching band. You remember that you're not married to the man you love. You're pretending to be married to a man who broke your heart. And the pieces plummet into your stomach, sinking like stone.
You want to glare at Loki but the Grandmaster is still looking your way. If you don’t play along, he’ll probably punish Loki for trying to lie to him. So you send a smile his way and nod. You can’t get yourself to speak.
“Please, let her go. She can stay here with me. I promise she’ll fit right in,” Loki says, using his most persuasive tone of voice. The Grandmaster seems to consider it.
“Alright,” he says. You toss aside your anger for now and rejoice in the fact that you don’t have to fight anyone. Although you will not be thanking Loki for getting you out. Not like this. “If your wife prevails in her fight, she will be free to accompany you in your place among the higher-ups.”
“Wait what?” Loki says and you slump a little in defeat. But you don’t let it keep you down. All you have to do is win one fight and you're free to enjoy a luxurious vacation until you can find a way to escape this planet.
“It’s a deal,” you say, looking at the Grandmaster. He smiles as if you've just sealed your fate. But you're used to people underestimating you and you've come to enjoy it. It only makes it that much more satisfying when you win.
“Wait, can’t we just—” Loki tries to say something but the Grandmaster’s mind is set. He extends a hand towards one of your restrained hands. You shake it to the best of your abilities despite your hand being tied down.
“I look forward to seeing how this plays out,” he says with a giddy smile on his face. 
“As do I,” you say.
“Y/N—”
“See you on the battlefield,” the Grandmaster says before he hits a button on some remote and your chair is moving. You're caught off guard but determined not to show any fear. Instead, you'll focus on anger. 
"Y/N!" Loki calls after you again but the wheels have already been set in motion. There’s no going back. 
†††
Your surroundings pass by you in a blur, and you find it hard to focus on anything you pass. You allow the chair to take you where it’s programmed to go without resistance. Next thing you know, you're being hauled into a circular, white room and you land roughly on the ground, snapping you from your thoughts. You turn just in time to see the big cell door being slammed shut. You contemplate taking your anger out on the door, but you feel so drained of energy that you just let your head fall back with a sigh.
“Are you alright?” You hear a voice say, causing you to jump as you hadn’t taken note of anyone else in here. You push yourself onto your elbows and turn your head. “Over here! Big pile of rocks waving at you.”
As the voice said, you see an alien made of rocks casually sitting against the cell wall with his hand raised to wave. You've seen aliens like him, but not this species specifically. Beside him is another alien with purple skin that reminds you of an insect, with four black beady eyes and mandibles for a mouth. The creature is also in a full suit of armour with two blades where its arms should be.
“Yeah, I’m actually a thing, I’m a being,” the rock alien says. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Korg. I’m kind of like the leader in here. I’m made of rocks, as you can see, but don’t let that intimidate you. You don’t need to be afraid unless you’re made of scissors.” The alien, Korg, giggles to himself as he and the other alien stand up. “Just a little rock-paper-scissors joke for you. This is my very good friend over here, Miek. He’s an insect and has knives for hands.”
Miek moves his arm/blades around in what looks like a karate move, but you think it’s meant to be a gesture for hello. That was a hell of an introduction, you think to yourself. As this isn’t the strangest interaction you've had today, you slowly stand up to properly greet them.
“Hi,” you say with a little wave, which feels awkward but they seem to respond well to it. “My name is Y/N.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” Korg says and Miek does another karate-like gesture. Your brain is pounding from your previous conversation but you figure you should be polite. Especially if you are going to be stuck in here for who knows how long with them.
“So,” you say, wondering what to ask. “What are you guys in for?”
“Well I tried to start a revolution but didn’t print enough pamphlets, so hardly anyone turned up,” Korg says. “Except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate. As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator. Bit of a promotional disaster.” Then he leans in and starts to whisper. “Actually, I’m trying to organize another revolution right now. It’s a bit underdeveloped at the moment, but don’t let that deter you. Do you reckon you’d be interested in something like that?”
“No, actually I’m a bit busy at the moment.” You look past Korg and down the hall of this weird prison. If you can find an exit, maybe you can escape before the fight. From there, you can try to commandeer a ship and go back to Asgard. Simple. A quick breath, and you take off running down the circle. You're only running for a few seconds before Korg reappears in front of you.
You widen your eyes and look back before facing the alien again. “Did you—”
“Ah, yeah, no, this whole thing is a circle. But not a real circle, more like a freaky circle,” he says, and you just scrunch your face, trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. When’s the last time you've had a proper rest? You know, without being knocked out. Feels like a lifetime ago. “It doesn’t make much sense, but nothing around here makes sense. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”
You slump down against the wall as Korg talks. “So, I’m really stuck in here?” 
“I’m afraid so. But it isn’t all bad. Miek and I have made up a few games to pass the time. For example, there’s this one called—”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t think I’m up for any games at the moment.” You sigh and let your head hit the wall. “It’s been a long day.”
Korg gives you a sympathetic look before nodding. “I get that. Feel free to have a rest, Miek and I will look over you if you’d like,” he says. Despite everything that’s happened, you smile at them.
“Thank you.” Korg gives a nod while Miek does another expression you can’t quite figure out. With that, you settle against the wall. It’s not the most comfortable, but you've slept in worse. You sigh and sleep quickly takes over.
You're not sure how long you've slept for, but you're abruptly woken up by the sounds of shouting.
“Stay away from her, you freaky ghost!” you hear Korg yell. Groggily, you pull your eyes open to see Miek in a fighting stance and Korg throwing fallen bits of himself at—
“I just need to talk to her, I’m not going to hurt her!” Loki says. He’s standing a few feet away from you. You're confused as you watch Korg’s rocks pass through him before you fully wake up and understand it’s an illusion. Part of you is hurt, another isn’t so surprised anymore. Another one of his tricks.
“Like I’m going to trust the word of a freakin’ ghost!” Korg yells back. You realize that they really did watch over you as you slept, which makes you smile. As much as you love seeing Korg try to hit Loki with rocks, the two of you need to talk.
“It’s okay guys,” you speak up, clearing your throat. They all turn to look at you and Loki looks relieved. “I know him.”
Korg looks him over and Miek doesn’t stand down until Korg gives the go ahead. “You’re safe for now ghost,” Korg says threateningly. Korg looks at you once again and when you nod your head to say that you're okay, him and Miek walk a little way down the circle to give you two privacy.
“Making new friends already?” Loki jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You don’t respond. Instead, you look down at the ring still on your finger. Loki sighs. “I understand you’re upset—” You glare at him and he sighs again. “Look I’m sorry, but it was the only thing I could think of to protect you!” 
You bristle at that. “So tell him that I’m your friend or a cousin, not your freaking wife!” you say. You don’t have the energy to yell at him right now.
“You don’t understand, the Grandmaster…he’s very particular about who he allows up there. It wouldn’t have been enough,” he says calmly. You shake your head.
“Then maybe you should have just let me compete normally,” you say, your anger growing the longer he’s here. “I could have made a deal to get out of here not prolong my stay.”
“Annabel, you haven’t seen the competitions,” he insists, stepping closer. “I have. They’re brutal, and I haven’t even seen his beloved Champion.”
“I told you, I can handle myself,” you spit out. 
“Maybe, but I can’t just stand by and watch you get hurt.” Those words cracked something in you. You snap your eyes up to meet his and from the fury in them, he knows he said the wrong thing.
“You didn’t want me to get hurt? You don’t think this hurts?!” You stand up and shove the ring in his face. “You don’t think having to pretend to be your wife after you broke my heart is going to hurt me?” He looks down in shame, pain on his face. Good. “I’d rather face his Champion right now then have to endure that kind of pain.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry—”
“You keep apologizing but nothing changes with you! You keep making selfish moves and tricking people—”
“Hey, that was not selfish.” He defends himself but you don’t want to hear it.
“You tricked me, Loki. Again,” you say with tears in your eyes. His sudden defensiveness is crushed. “You tricked me into pretending to be your wife. Do you know how messed up that is?”
“Love—”
“Do not call me that!” you yell, getting into his face. You try to poke him in his chest but your finger passes right through him. You laugh humorlessly as a tear slips down your cheek. “God, you’re using a trick right now!” He looks hurt. “You couldn’t even come to see me yourself, you had to hide behind an illusion.”
“This place isn’t easy to get into,” he argues quietly, but you shake your head.
“I can’t fight with you again right now.” You turn away, moving back to the wall. This move seems to hurt him more. You slide down back to where you were. “Just go back to whatever party I’m sure the Grandmaster is hosting.”
“Y/N, please, let’s talk about this—” he begs, coming closer but you don’t move a muscle.
“I don’t have anything else to say to you,” you say, defeated. His eyebrows draw close together and if you didn’t know better, you’d say his eyes are welling. 
“Please,” he whispers, and if he were really here, maybe you would have sought comfort from him. Maybe you would’ve kept talking. But he’s not.
“Go,” you say, keeping your eyes trained to the floor.
After a moment of hesitation, where it seemed like he wanted to reach out, but he couldn’t, he drew back. He takes a step backward. “Just…” He seems at a loss for words. “Please be careful.” When you don’t respond, his image shimmers and disappears. You put your head between youry legs and let a few more tears fall.
†††
You soon find yourself escorted into some sort of training rooms. Species of all kinds can be seen preparing for a fight. For the first time, you really start second-guessing your decision to fight. But you won’t give up, not yet.
The training area is next to the stadium and you can hear the distance sounds of cheering which makes you cringe. How could people actually watch this and enjoy it? You're running your fingers along the weapons, trying to decide which would suit you best, when you glance over at the divide in the area. On the other side of a wall of lasers is a bar of sorts. It looks rough, not the kind of bar you would want to find yourself in. But then your eyes widen.
Drinking at the counter, is the woman who got you thrown into this hellscape. Your blood boils as you try to find Korg. When you do, you point towards her and say, “Korg, that’s the woman who put me in here! Who the hell is she?”
“Ah, that’s scrapper 142,” he says, recognizing her. Interesting that she doesn’t seem to have a real name. “She’s a toughie, put the best of the best in here. Those Asgardians, man.”
Your burning gaze at the scrapper snaps back to Korg. “Wait, she’s Asgardian?” you ask. 
“Yup,” he says. This changes everything. If you can talk to her, you can tell her what’s happening at Asgard and she can help you escape. And you won’t need to be anybody’s fake wife.
You hurriedly make your way over to the laser wall. “Hey! Hey, you!” you yell at her, not the most polite way to start the conversation but she did toss me to the wolves, possibly literally. She cocks her head and notices you. She smirks.
“If it isn’t the interesting human,” she says while taking a sip from her burning beer. You flinch. “I’m excited to see what you’ve got.”
“I need to talk to you,” you say, ignoring her statement. You won’t let her rattle you up again, not when you need her help. She looks at yo, waiting. “You’re Asgardian, right?”
She doesn’t reply but rather scoffs and goes in for another swig. As she does, you see an interesting tattoo on her left arm. You squint at it, and although you don’t remember what it means, you recognize it as an Asgardian symbol. Perfect, proof. “Okay, well, I’ve just come from there,” you say, and she looks at you in confusion. “I’m best friends with the prince, Thor Odinson? God of thunder?” You don’t mention Loki for obvious reasons.
“Good for you. Tell his Majesty I say hi if you ever see him again,” she says, walking away. Your eyes widen.
“No wait! That’s not the point,” you say, following her as she walks. She sighs and waits for you to continue. “Asgard is in danger. I need your help to escape this place and return to help or else the whole realm is doomed.”
“Pass,” she says, not looking at you. Your eyes blow open.
“Wait what?”
“Y/N the human, you’re up!” you hear someone yell from across the room. You sigh. Of course that’s the name they’ve given you. 
“Good luck!” she says, as two guards come to take you. You're desperate, trying to convince her and stall your fight.
“A lot of people are going to die, and you’re just okay with that? Your own people?” you say enraged. “Then you’re a traitor to the crown and a coward.”
This catches her attention and it seems you've hit a sore spot. “First of all, my people are with Sakaar now,” she seethes. “And second, I’ve given enough to the crown. It’s no longer my problem.”
Two guards grasp you by your arms as you contemplate her words. Yo struggle against them out of frustration, but you don’t forget the chip in your neck. “Good luck,” the ex-Asgardian says as you're dragged away from her.
You're taken into a room and sat in another chair with handcuffs. “You guys sure do love locking people up,” you say to no one in particular. The workers don’t even give you a second glance. You're taken through a series of experiments in which they change your look completely. Considering you've been stuck in your regular earthly clothes for quite a while now, you welcome the change.
First, they do your hair. A really old man comes in with an intricate device that you feared would ruin your hair completely. But all he did was tie it into an intricate braid and made a crown on your head.
Next, they painted your face, and you didn’t feel like much of a fighter as they applied blush and lipstick. You couldn’t help but wonder who that is for. They paint three lines of purple down the middle of your face and you try to ask what it means but no one gives you an answer.
To finish off your debut look, they fit you into proper fighter attire. A chest plate the same colour as the lines on your place is fitted with blue, metal shoulder pads. The pants are black with blue knees pads to match the shoulders. The boots are black and so is your utility belt. The finishing touch, however, is the purple cape that they pin to your left shoulder and your waist. 
They hand you a helmet that you're to put on after your entrance. You roll your eyes at the dramatics, although you do admire the helmet. It’s gold and with a wing on each side flowing upwards. There are also two pieces that move down to protect the sides of your face.
You are given the weapons you have chosen: a strong but simple sword and a powerful and small shield. You're hoping you can rely on your powers, but if all else fails, you have two daggers strapped to your sides so you can go down swinging. But as you walk towards the arena, you can feel the water around you: the pipes in the building, the drinks from the crowd…you can even use human or alien liquid if you have to.
You're told to stand in front of the gate until it opens and then you're left alone. You can hear the crowds much clearer from where you are now and they sound bloodthirsty. You grit your teeth as you listen to the Grandmaster go on and on about the battles, celebrating the deaths of contestants before you which makes your stomach turn. But it also fuels your energy: you will not be one of those names. All you have to do is win one fight and you're free from this madness…and thrust into another sort of madness.
You’ve fought plenty of aliens before with Thor but never in an arena in front of a crowd. A part of you is excited by this opportunity, a chance to feel what it was like to be a gladiator back on Earth. You hold onto that as you hear the Grandmaster announce you.
“Tonight, we are pleased to have a new contestant,” he says and the crowd goes wild. You bounce on the balls of your feet and focus on your breathing. “I can guarantee you’ve never seen anything like her. You’re in for quite a treat.” You swallow as the gates slowly start to rise but you set your features to stone. You’ve got this. “We’ll see what you think. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen I give you…” You walk onto the sands of the arena. “Y/N the Human!”
As you enter the arena, a wave of boos greets you. You assume they don’t like newcomers here, especially not of the human variety. And although the sound floods your senses and threatens your confidence, you set your eyes across the plain to the other gate. The crowd doesn’t matter. You need to see who you're facing.
The Grandmaster is projected on a hologram overlooking the entire stadium. That makes sense for a man with his ego. But as you scan the crowds, your eyes catch on one box in particular. It stands out from the crowd and you can’t see in it but you do see the colour yellow painting the inside. Without a doubt, you know it’s the Grandmaster’s box. And without a doubt, you know Loki’s in there. It’s like you can feel him. You wonder what he’s thinking as you stand transformed in a giant arena. You wonder if he doubts your skills, despite his words. A new type of anger sparks at that thought and you set your gaze straight ahead. This is a chance for you to show him how you've grown without him.
“Isn’t she something?” the Grandmaster laughs as the crowd continues to boo you. You let the taunts roll past you, harbouring your energy. “Alright, now it’s time to welcome back a previous competitor.” A rumble rolls through the crowd as the boos quiet down. “She’s a warrior who has made quite the name for herself.” Red puffs of smoke burst over the audience and you place the helmet over your head and secure it. “What she lacks in looks she makes up for in brute strength.”
Across the arena, the other door begin to open. “You love her, I love her…” the Grandmaster builds the tension and you tighten the grip on your sword. “Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for…Hindaa the Ruiner!” 
The doors open to reveal a tall alien woman, donned in red armour. The crowd goes wild, and you try not to let it sway you as you try to size up your opponent. It’s hard to see from where you are, but she looks to have gray skin with a dark-haired ponytail. She waves her arms for the crowd, holding a mace in one hand and a club in the other. So much for your gladiator’s battle.
You wait for her to approach you, grabbing hold of the water beneath the arena with your powers. Your eyes are laser-focused on Hindaa. The woman finishes showing off to the crowd and immediately starts racing towards you. That’s when you truly see how big and muscular she is, standing at least six and a half feet tall. 
You don’t move. You drown out the noises from the stands and wait until she hits the center of the arena. When she does, you tighten your hold on the water and summon it forth, bursting through the floors of the arena at a speed that catches Hindaa in its waves and throws her into the air. You watch as she’s tossed back to the other side and lands heavily, a cloud of dust spreading around her.
The crowd is silent as you let the water wash onto the arena floor, wetting the sands. Then all at once, an eruption of applause and cheers emerge from the crowd. But your focus isn’t to entertain them. You move across the arena as Hindaa picks herself up off the ground, staggering to her feet and dripping wet. The closer you get to her, the angrier you can see she is. You smile and then see her launching towards you.
She runs and jumps to tackle you, but you take hold of the water again and quickly freeze it, entrapping Hindaa in an iceberg. She struggles and growls as her head remains unfrozen. You walk until you stand a few feet away from her.
“Hindaa was it?” you ask. She growls again. Up close, you can see that her skin is, in fact, gray. But more than that, there are red dotted stripes covering her body. Your eyes widen as you recognize what species she is. “You’re a Kylosian.” She stops her movements to glare at you. “How did you end up here?”
“That’s none of your business,” she hisses, continuing her struggle.
“Ah, so you can speak English. Good,” you say. “Because I wanted to have a quick chat.” The audience has settled down and you can hear whispers of confusion. You internally smile at how the Grandmaster must be reacting. “I don’t want to hurt you, I’m sure you’re a lovely person.” She snarls again. You keep smiling. “Anyway, I just need to win this battle and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
She’s staring you down, and you foolishly think that she’s considering your offer. “You don’t want to hurt me?” she asks and you nod in agreement. Yes, this plan might work after all. “That’s a shame.” You catch the cracking sound too late. “Because I want to hurt you.”
Before you can react, Hindaa’s right hand bursts through the ice and with it, her mace. The weapon swings and catches you in the side, sending you flying several feet away. You swallow a scream before you hit the ground. You groan. Begrudgingly, you look down at your side to see three large scratches ripping through your uniform. You take a deep breath and then fire yourself up, ignoring the pain.
"Have it your way then," you say as you pick yourself off the ground. Just as you're on your feet, Hindaa is crashing down on you with her club but this time you react quicker. You bring up your shield and the club smashes down onto it. You wince at your arm, but then you swing your sword up and catch her in the hand, causing her to drop her club. You quickly summon the water from the ice and trap the club in a bubble, casting it far, far away from the arena. Hindaa looks down and glares back up at you. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“I wasn’t trying to be nice,” she growls and you look at her in confusion as your sarcasm misses her completely. Her mace quickly comes swinging at you and you defend yourself with the shield again, but the force of her swing causes you to stumble back. Caught off guard, the mace comes back around, this time aiming at your legs. It swipes across your skin and you hiss as your knees buckle and you're on the ground again. 
Hindaa continues her attack, kicking her leg up and catching you in the chin, throwing your head to the ground. You groan as your head swirls in pain. You can feel your nose pulsing in pain and feel blood begin to drip down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Your spirit is wavering, and that’s when you feel something on your hand. You look down to see Loki’s ring pulsing. It’s never done that before. You risk a glance over at the Grandmaster’s box, but you still can’t see him. But he’s still here with you. Conflicting emotions rise within you, but it gives you the strength you need to get back up. 
When you're on your feet, Hindaa swings at you but the mace is too slow this time, as you tuck and roll over to her side. You catch her side with your sword and she cries out. Her mace comes back but your shield is there, and with your other hand you swipe at her legs. She cries out again. Before her mace can take another swing, you jump and slice your sword along her hand, causing her to drop the mace. You did the same trick as you did with the club. 
With no weapons, she charges at you. You use your shield but she still tackles you. She crushes your body under hers and rips the shield away from you, wrenching your arm to the side causing you to cry out. With fury, you slice your sword across her back, and when she bends in pain, you slip out from under her. 
You're both dripping blood and your bodies are swaying, but you're determined. You toss your sword away, your power brimming to the surface. Before she can stand again, you take a few steps back before running and jumping towards her. As you're midair, you summon the water to freeze over your fist. You fall and crash your frozen fist down onto her head. You land on your feet, just barely. You're panting, but when you look back, Hindaa is unconscious. You take a few moments to catch your breath, and as you do that, the sounds of the crowd rush back in and you hear a loud, thundering cheer. 
Holding onto your side, every inch of you either sore or bleeding, you look to the stands to see the crowd cheering for you. You're not sure if the adrenaline caused it or if you were delirious, but in that moment, you smiled. You raise one of your hands in triumph and the cheers get louder somehow. You laugh, not sure what it is exactly that you're laughing at.
Suddenly, the Grandmaster’s hologram reappears. “What a show! What a show!” he says, laughing and clapping his hands together. The efforts of the battle begin to weigh on you and you just need to keep standing. “Everyone give it up for our new champion, Y/N the Human!”
You noticed your name didn’t change. “I told you she’d be something to see!”
You look back at the door you came from to see it lifting and you start to walk that way, not much caring for what the Grandmaster has to say. You notice a few workers bring a hovering stretcher for Hindaa. One of them must have noticed your limping, because they come to your side and help take some of the weight off of your leg. You're not sure if you thanked them. All you were looking forward to was a nice, long nap.
You momentarily forgot whose bed it is you'll be sleeping on.
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a little thank you for @lokisgoodgirl who recently has helped me through a rough time. I love you so much, lovely!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart ♡
Loki x f!reader , praise theme, 18+ smut
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“Darling, I have found the champagne you love so much” Loki's soothing voice echoed through the Grandmaster's lounge, acting like a narcotic for your messy, loud mind.
The blue leather suit clung tightly to the gods athletic form as he weaved past all those strangely dressed puppets adorning the room as living accessories. Your life on Sakaar hasn’t been too different, biding your time as one of the old man’s collectibles from a planet far away.
But since Loki had arrived everything changed to the better. You met at one of the countless techno-parties where the grandmaster used you as a wager for his excessive gambling. Loki, the mysteriously handsome new arrival who had infected the old man’s mind like poison gas, had won. That’s how the sparks began to fly.
“Thank you, Lokes” you whispered hiding your face in the crook of his neck, the warm, loving place which had become your home. You didn’t even know for how long since time worked different in Sakaar but honestly it didn’t even matter.
“Anytime, my love”. Loki’s hands rubbed in the sweet balsam of hope as his dexterous fingers fondled the back of your head. But your small whimpers didn’t stay unnoticed for long. The leather, blue as a reminder of his mother like he once told you, strained as the gods biceps worked to pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist never wanting to let go.
“Where to go my dearest lord of mischief?” The grandmaster stopped your lovers hasty strides. Intrigued eyes highlighted with a light blue line underneath inspected his 'assistant' carrying one of the precious collectibles.
“My little trophy is needy” Loki stated, a quick tilt of his head underlining the sexual undertone of his short cut explanation. He knew the maniac in his ridiculous gold robe like the back of his hand, delivering exactly what the grandmaster wanted to hear. The man who held orgies in a private ship was most certainly not averted to sexual needs.
“Well then. Have fun” he snickered wiggling his grey brows in a disgusting way. „Certainly“ Loki forced himself to smile until his long legs brought you around the corner of the vibrant hallway.
“Is this fun to you, princess?” Loki grinned amusedly as he felt your body shuddering from a small giggle. „You adorable woman“.
The door to his huge apartment opened swiftly, allowing him to finally place you on the soft sheets of his bed. The sheets in which you have been entangled naked for so many times, bathing in the bliss of sensual aftershocks only the god of mischief could summon.
“Now, tell me. Please” his baritone voice wrapped around your body in loving unison with his strong arms. Loki was the kindest man you’ve ever met, needless to say the most mysterious with those unique obsidian curls framing his flawless face and the green seidr emitting from big, veiny hands.
“Do you really want to take me with you?” You murmured watching his worried brows soften in an awe-struck expression. Since Loki’s brother Thor stranded here too they began to think up an escape plan to return back to a place called Asgard. He promised to take you along, to help you out of this circus.
“Love, listen. I am true to my word and you are the most important person in my life” he whispered peppering wet kisses all over your neck, slowly descending to your delicate cleavage. Loki knew exactly how to cheer you up however, your fear was simmering, painful images of loosing your newfound lover flashed in your mind.
“Loki, yo- ahhh you need to rescue your people. I understand that”. Traitorous moans escaped your lips as his strong hips began to roll against your crotch. Sweet memories of how easily he could push you down the deepest abyss of pleasure only spured your body on.
“It’s my duty. But you, darling, you wonderful creature, are a part of my people. You are mine” he growled, his curls spilling on your face as he reached down to pull your dress up, exposing your wet cunt to the cold leather of his armor.
“Bu- but ohhh Loki” you whined as his silvertongue which had gained the grandmasters rare favor by clever trickery, passionately caressed your sensitive bud. Never had a man brought you such pleasure through his tongue alone.
“Shhh, love. I don’t want to hear any more doubts. Spread a little wider and let me worship you” Loki hummed against your entrance, the vibrations alone let your legs open, feet pressed flush against the duvet. The god worked his magic, having all your senses spellbound in a sweet melody of his tongue lapping up your juices.
“Ohh goddd” you panted burying your fingers in his hair holding on for dear life as he coaxed your nerves closer and closer to an heavenly relief. “What if I fuuuck am a burden to you?”
“My sweet pet… how could such a perfect cunt and such an exquisite voice be a burden, hm?” Loki mused, smiling at you as he rose his head, entering your throbbing cunt with two fingers. Pumping and curling inside your hot core the god eagerly watched your delicate face twist in lust-drunken glee.
A sweet moan emitted from your chest, Loki's loving gaze hugging the curves of your boobs watching them rise and fall in erratic pants caused by him and him alone. You were his and he needed you to learn what that meant.
“Loki, why me?” you breathed, your voice becoming hoarse from all the moans and grunts your insatiable lover triggered with ease. He was perfection so why would he risk even more only to get you out of here?
“Seems like I need to be a little more convincing today, love?” he smiled, a green shimmer taking away the blue leather before he dropped down caging your head with his flexing elbows. Loki’s emerald orbs were filled with pure love but his consciousness was veiled by buzzing lust pushing his lips to capture yours in a passionate kiss.
“Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll worship you until all those poisoned doubts vanish. I will show you how much I crave your sweet moans, your perfect body writhing under mine and your adorable face scrunched in ecstasy”
Your kisses began to flourish like a tall sunflower shooting up towards the sky, the god’s mighty cock lingering between your wet folds was the rain she needed to bloom. Cupping the side of your head, he slowly pushed inside, his deep moan joining yours as he bottomed out.
“Loki- I I love you so much” you breathed snaking your arms around his neck, keeping your savior close to your soul. The low timbre of his chuckle sent ripples down your spine which fought against the spreading heat between your legs.
“Nooorns, darling. You feel like Valhalla, so ohhh fucking tight”
Slowly but in a heavenly rhythm he began to thrust in and out, staggered moans of your name leaving his velvet lips like prayers of a desperate sinner. He was so big but utterly careful, always warming you up before his moves became stronger, coaxing your orgasm like a singing sirene.
“But- but Loooookii” you tried to intervene but his girthy tip and all the delicious ridges massaged your g point in a sinful, overwhelming way, hijacking your ability to speak.
“By the godddsss you’re gorgeous. How can such an alluring woman ever doubt herself?” he groaned resting his sweaty forehead against yours as he sped up, triggering the unique symphony of moans from your agape mouth. Loki was tumbling along the edge all the time, no one has ever managed to please him like you.
“Lokiiii!! I’m gonna come” you cried out arching your back against his toned abs which never failed to let your mouth water. He was an experienced, deadly killer yet worshipped your body like the last remnant of his holy temple.
“Gripping me so perfect oh myyyy!! You’re a goddess. Nothing less than a gorgeous goddess” Loki's deep voice growled in your ear; the vitamins your wanton cunt needed to survive. Reflexively, your legs wrapped around Loki's muscular hips pushing lightly to coax his cock to go even deeper.
“Fuck, pet. I love you so much. Can you feel me?” He asked through labored breaths taking your hand to press it against your lower belly. The sensation was surprising, letting your nerves sizzle like a loose power line.
“That’s how deep my love for you goes“.
“You’re doing so well for me, taking me all the way in, godsss” he grunted as his thrusts became more powerful, sparkling stars appearing in your sight as your climax came sprinting at you.
“Yessss, oh nornsss. Darling, just like that. So fucking perfect, my love”
“Lokiiii, oh god! Swear that you’ll never leave me. Never” you screamed as your lover drowned you in a godly orgasm, rasping your name as if his life depended on it. Actually, it did. You were his life.
“I will never leave you, my goddess. Ohhhh noooorns, squeezing me just right, faen” he panted, his long thrusts merging into a gyrating motion as Loki came, coating your channel in an innocent white. His raven brows were knitted in pleasure, the muscular jaw dropped open, casting flawless shadows on his hollowed cheeks.
This man was heaven and he only belonged to you, swearing his fidelity and promising to get you out of this colorful, noisy hell of maniacs.
“Do you understand now, love? I need you more than anything else. An Asgardian sunrise is nothing compared to your beauty” he whispered dropping next to you and keeping your quivering body close to his chiseled muscles.
“As long as this heart is beating, I will always protect you, y/n” Loki's raspy voice purred, coating all your doubts in a sugary coat of love, making them vanish in thin, irrelevant air. And his heart was beating fast and strong.
For you…
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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Eleven
Loki x Reader
Chapter Eleven: On Sakaar
Summary: Loki and (Y/N) work on getting the Grandmaster's trust.
            “Here is your room,” said the guard, opening the door to what was apparently a honeymoon suite.
            (Y/N) and Loki smiled as they stepped in and the door was shut behind them. A room of red and white stood before them with wide windows overlooking the city below. It looked nice enough. Two sets of clothes lay on the bed in front of them.
            “Oh my god, really?” (Y/N) groaned as she held up the outfit she was supposed to wear.
            Loki smothered a smirk. “Quite the dress.”
            “Shut it, my dear,” snapped (Y/N). “At least yours covers all of you.”
            “It is blue, though,” said Loki distastefully. He preferred green.
            “Better blue than so showy,” huffed (Y/N). And I just got to wear not formal clothes, too…
            “Unfortunately, Grandmaster expects us to behave, so we should change,” said Loki.
            “Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t want to get fried,” said (Y/N). She nodded a door leading to an adjacent room. “I’m assuming that’s a bathroom. I’ll change in there.”
            Loki nodded, and (Y/N) went into the bathroom. Loki put on the Sakaarian outfit, sighing at the blue and purple scheme instead of having his preferred green.
            “Man, I’m not going to like it here,” said (Y/N) as she stepped out.
            Loki’s brain froze for a moment as he took in her appearance. Seeing it laid out on the bed didn’t do justice for how it ended up looking on (Y/N).
            The corseted top was a navy blue with gold overlay, and a golden skirt and sleeves hung over blue fabric. The gold under the bust has flower inlays, and chains fell over her neck from sleeve to sleeve. A slit up the side of the skirt highlighted her leg, and it fell to her knees. Gold wedge heels supported her as she stood with her hands on her hips.
            Loki was thanking Grandmaster for his choice since (Y/N) looked incredible. She was more divine and godly than Loki could ever be.
            “You look nice,” remarked (Y/N), looking at his simple but classy new outfit. “I like you in other colors.”
            “Thank you.” Loki liked his outfit much more knowing (Y/N) liked it. “And you look nice as well.”
            “Thanks.” She smiled and chuckled sheepishly. “You’d think that I’d be used to fancy outfits by now after being on Asgard so long, but I’m not.”
            “Well, this is slightly more daring than Asgardian dresses,” remarked Loki. He took (Y/N)’s hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back. “But you look beautiful in either.”
            (Y/N) turned pink, and her heart fluttered at his praise. She stood straighter, somehow more comfortable knowing that Loki liked it. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered in embarrassment. “Let’s get to this party.”
            Loki chuckled. “Indeed.”
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            (Y/N) and Loki stepped out of the elevator into the Grandmaster’s party room. People were dancing and drinking abundantly already. (Y/N) stuck by Loki’s side as they walked to the bar to grab some drinks to blend in.
            “Hey! If it isn’t my two newest friends!” said Grandmaster. “Looking great, guys.”
            “And feeling great,” said (Y/N), plastering a smile on her face.
            “Thank you for the gifts,” said Loki.
            “Anything for you two,” said Grandmaster, winking. “I think we’re getting along, so, hey, want to make sure you’re happy.”
            “And we’re honored,” said Loki, kissing ass to gain trust.
            “Yes. We are,” said (Y/N).
            Grandmaster grinned. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he said before mingling with other guests.
            (Y/N) and Loki drifted to the edge of the party.
            “So, we’re stuck here,” murmured (Y/N).
            “Yes,” said Loki.
            “How are we going to make the best of this?” said (Y/N).
            “First, we’re going to dance to seem like we’re having a good time,” said Loki.
            “Well, we could be, I just need a few more drinks,” said (Y/N) brightly, downing her drink.
            Loki chuckled and pulled (Y/N) onto the dancefloor, keeping her close as others dancing to the techno music. Loki wasn’t accustomed to this type of dancing, but luckily for the pair, (Y/N) had been clubbing on Earth, and this didn’t feel that different, so she just pulled Loki in and kept them close as they bounced and twirled to the music, letting the beat guide her.
            Under the cover of the music, (Y/N) spoke quietly. “I’m assuming we’re going to overthrow the Grandmaster?” she said, arching an eyebrow.
            “Of course, I just need to get into his good graces,” said Loki, twirling her closer. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head at his confidence. Swaying her to the music, he smirked at her. “You’ve become rather comfortable with revolution. I thought you didn’t approve of taking over other lands.”
            (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Revolution is different from conquering, and I don’t like the Grandmaster. He has slaves; he has to go.”
            “Of course,” said Loki. He spun her. “So we’re agreed?”
            (Y/N) smirked at him and raised a hand where blue light gathered for a moment. “When the time is right." She frowned. "But then we find out if Asgard and Thor are alright."
            Loki nodded in agreement. “Yes. We’ll need his trust first.”
            “Good thing you’re not known as Silvertongue for nothing,” said (Y/N) teasingly.
            “I can assure you, they call me that for many reasons,” said Loki, leaning closer and pulling her closer.
            (Y/N) ignored the flutter in her stomach at the insinuation. “Well, then, you should have no trouble becoming friends with Grandmaster.”
            “Neither should you,” remarked Loki. “You can be diplomatic and persuasive when needed.”
            “Thanks,” said (Y/N) with a playful wink. “But I was thinking I’d be better suited to getting into the mainframe here and stealing passwords. Then we’d have resources.”
            “Excellent idea,” said Loki. He leaned into her ear while pulling her hips closer, keeping up the appearance of a couple as they danced and plotted. “We will stay here for a bit, and then we can inform Grandmaster that we’re going to slip out for some ‘fun’ and get some work done.”
            (Y/N) grinned and suppressed a shiver as he spoke into her ear. “Right.”
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            “Hey, hey, hey, where’re you two going? The party’s still going!” said Grandmaster as (Y/N) and Loki made their way to the exit.
            (Y/N) giggled and put her hand on Loki’s chest, playing up her tipsiness as Loki held her close. “Oh, we know, but we just wanted to, you know, have some…personal time?” She grinned at Loki.
            Grandmaster grinned and wagged his finger at them. “Naughty, naughty.” He clapped Loki on the back. “Have fun, you two, and invite me some time!”
            Loki put on a smile as they left the room, and they both let out a breath of exhaustion as the elevator doors slid closed.
            “He’s going to be tiring,” sighed (Y/N).
            “Indeed,” said Loki. “But I prefer him flirting with us to him melting us.”
            “Can’t argue with that,” said (Y/N).
            “So, can you really get us into the mainframe?” said Loki.
            “Yeah,” said (Y/N) with total confidence as the elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hallway leading to their room and others. “I hacked SHIELD. I can handle this place.”
            Loki believed her. She had never failed in anything before. “I’ll watch for guards.”
            “Thanks.” (Y/N) made her way to a computer set up between several rooms. She had seen a worker earlier using it to look up guests and information on who was staying there, so (Y/N) knew it was connected to the system.
            She turned on the computer and opened the panel beneath it to get to wiring. And then she set to work. (Y/N) grinned as she worked. It felt good to be hacking again. It had been way too long since she had the rush of breaking into all the files and data that people tried to keep hidden.
            “Wow, Grandmaster has a lot of stuff he isn’t using,” said (Y/N) as she went through the various ship files and access codes. She grinned. “Mine now.”
            “How far along are you?” said Loki.
            “Nearly done. I’m memorizing some of the codes so I can get into the system faster next time,” said (Y/N), scanning the lines of code popping up before her. “Got it—”
            Loki pulled her up and slammed the computer closed. Moving quickly, Loki pushed (Y/N) against the wall. He pulled one of her legs up around his hip, effortlessly holding her up as one hand held himself above her. (Y/N) instinctively held her hands on his chest in surprise at the action.
            “Loki, what—?!” gasped (Y/N), staring at him wide-eyed as her heart went a mile a minute.
            “Guards,” he murmured, leaning close to her.
            Sure enough, guards were rounding the corner, and they hurried quickly past (Y/N) and Loki as they spied the “intimate couple” and didn’t want to stick around for very long.
            (Y/N) and Loki remained frozen until a few moments passed with no one else appearing.
            “I think they’re gone,” said (Y/N), but she hadn’t moved, staring at how close Loki’s body was to hers.
            “Yes,” said Loki absently, his mind far too busy realizing his hand was supporting (Y/N)’s thigh and he had put them in quite the situation. He snapped out of it and let go, stepping back before his thoughts got away from him.
            “We should head to our room. You know, to, uh, keep up appearances,” said (Y/N) awkwardly.
            “Yes. That’s a good idea,” said Loki.
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            Loki and (Y/N) stood in their pajamas and avoided each other’s gaze as reality set in. They had been too busy to pay it any mind earlier, but now they were noticing one extremely important fact about the room they were in.
            It had one bed.
            (Y/N) crossed her arms over her, thankfully, normal tank top and shorts pajamas. (She had worried Grandmaster would give her a nightgown or something, in which case she would have simply refused to change and found her Earth clothes). “One bed.”
            “Yes,” said Loki.
            Silence.
            “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor,” said (Y/N).
            “Neither am I,” said Loki.
            “And we need to keep our cover,” said (Y/N).
            “Yes, we need to seem like a couple in a honeymoon suite,” said Loki.
            “So we’re agreed?” said (Y/N).
            “We both keep to our sides,” said Loki with a nod.
            “Fine,” said (Y/N).
            “Fine,” said Loki.
            Silently, they crossed to their sides of the bed and got in.
            Loki glanced at (Y/N) as she lay stiffly in bed. “Is this your first time in bed with a man?” He had no idea how to deal with the situation in any other way than teasing her.
            (Y/N) scoffed. “This isn’t that type of thing at all, and even if it was, I’ve shared my bed with men and women, this isn’t my first rodeo.”
            Loki found himself gritting his teeth at the idea of others with (Y/N). “Well, you can relax. I don’t have any dishonorable intentions.”
            “…I know.” (Y/N) turned over slightly to face him, and Loki leaned on his side. “Despite everything, I trust you.” She smiled.
            Loki blinked in surprise and felt his heart beat faster pleasantly. “Thank you.”
            (Y/N) closed her eyes and pushed her head farther into the pillow. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”
            Loki smiled and looked at (Y/N)’s peaceful expression. I could get used to this. He closed his eyes and listened to her calm breaths as he drifted off.
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            (Y/N)’s eyes opened to find herself staring a pajama shirt. She looked up to see Loki’s face, eyes still closed. During the night, both had moved closer, their heads at the inner edges of their pillows as they lay together in the center of the bed. (Y/N)’s legs had twined with Loki’s, and his arms were around her.
            “Loki?” murmured (Y/N).
            Loki’s eyes didn’t open, and he didn’t wake up, but he hummed slightly at her voice and pulled her closer. (Y/N) couldn’t help a fond smile and closed her eyes again.
            Hey, she was on a strange planet with strange people and only the man she loved with her. (Y/N) wasn’t about to break the moment. She reached out and held Loki to her.
            She’d enjoy the peace while it lasted.
            And she didn’t notice Loki’s eyes open and the smile appear on his face as he held (Y/N).
Just a super cute Loki x MC chapter -Mouse
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A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Eleven (Loki x fem! Reader Crossover fic)
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Series Summary: Based on Sarah J Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses series with the Tom Hiddleston characters. You are a woman of 1885 in Aldwinter in Essex, England, dying of tuberculosis. Never to be married to the local Lusty Vicar. When Loki appears to you and offers to heal you...if you spend a week of every month with him.
Chapter Summary: The Translation book is found. You learn about Robert's past in a luxurious High-Rise. But Loki has private torments of his own, it seems...
Word Count: 6K (to quote @muddyorbsblr prepare drinkies and snackies accordingly. I'm gonna write a short chapter and other lies I tell myself)
Content Warnings: Brief mention of suicide recalling the canon events of High-Rise. Mentions of cheating (not Loki, but Will Ransome's canon actions). Mentions of drinking and mental illness. Thirst but no actual smut. Nightmares and anxiety.
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You continued to sit on Loki’s lap as healers arrived to take Skurge away. They were scared and whispering. They stared at him in frightened awe. 
“Hmmm. Could we have some food? The mischief just done to him has made me quite hungry,” Loki crooned over to the Grandmaster.
He nodded, his eyes even brighter with the blue eyeliner. He snapped his fingers at a servant. Another scantily clad woman. You took note of how she moved her hips- so when you walked, you would move your hips that freely too.
“Some food? I have plenty of food. Oh and- what! A! convenience! - I’m hungry too! Give us some snacks and be a dear and be quick,” The Grandmaster said.
She nodded her head with a smile and vanished.
“Thank you. He deserved it,” you sent to Loki.  
He didn’t reply but gave you a smile, his hold on you safe and secure, but not tight.
The woman arrived with platters and set them down as gracefully as a ballerina. You took a sip of your abandoned drink- fizzy and fruity and light. The alcohol could barely be tasted from all the sweetness in its flavor. You took note to take slower sips of it- you didn’t want to test your personal limit of drunkenness now. The plate with slices of bread and meat along with cheeses and grapes. The Grandmaster rubbed his hands and immediately began stuffing his face. 
You gave Loki a smile again, tilting your head as you relaxed on his lap. Then you lifted a hand and traced his cheek lovingly. 
“Oh my poor, hungry god. Let me take care of you, hm?” you murmured.
“When do you not take care of me?” he replied.
You plucked off grapes from the plate and popped one into his mouth. He caught each one with a smile and chewed with a loud crunch. The Grandmaster meanwhile was just blabbering on to any passerby with chewed cheese still in his mouth. You decided to ignore the disgusting sight of spat-up, chewed food. You merely kept feeding Loki his grapes and even lifting his cup so he could have his drink. As you held up the latest grape to his mouth, he caught your hand- his lips barely over your fingers. Savoring that bit of taste of your own skin on him. Then he released it and chewed it like normal.
Fighting how tingly you felt between your legs from it, you scoured the crowd for the others. Hal, Thomas, and Robert were doing all well. Convincing everyone they were just here to socialize and drink and eat and party. Nothing amiss. Robert was tapping his foot to the music, though you could tell Hal and Thomas were inwardly cringing at it. 
Loki turned his head.
“My, my, Skurge never knew when to shut up!” The Grandmaster said, turning back to you two. “Oh well- he should know better than to mess with a god, Loki. Lesson learned! Not gonna lie, the shadows were impressive! You always go for the flashy displays of power.”
“If you weren’t here, the ruler over them, do you know what I’d like to do, Grandmaster? I’d like to make myself their ruler. I’d make every one of them kneel before me, demand it until they did,” Loki boasted.
“Oooo, one of your secrets? Should I take notes- hmmm, that sounds nice to me. A whole crowd of people on their knees before you! Well- I mean- you were a sight in my own bed, Loki.”
The Grandmaster gave another eyebrow wiggle. You saw a pink blush on Loki’s cheeks- embarrassment. But you merely laughed it off.
“Is that how you won his favor?” you thought to him.
“In short- yes. Please don’t ask more.”
“And what of you- YN? I bet…Loki knows the sight of you…kneeling, we shall say,  very well at this point,” The Grandmaster continued with that “shit-eating grin” as Robert would say.
You gave another smile with a slow shrug.
“Oh, of course, I love it!” you cooed.
You turned your head back to Loki as he causally took a sip of his drink and set it down.
“As if you could ever demand me to kneel!” you added on with another grin, your voice in laughter.
The god took his free hand that wasn’t wrapped around you and barely touched your forearm with his fingers. His smile never left, and his voice dropped lower. 
“If you’re a good girl for the rest of today, say the word tonight, my dear. And, I’ll kneel before you.”
A gasp escaped you. Your thighs clenched. You felt as if you could burst into a hundred bits at his words. And the feeling between your legs happened again. It was everything in you not to melt, burst, or react strongly. Only looking at him as he smiled saying those words. A slight surprised inhale took you through, cooling the heat rising inside
The Grandmaster wiped off his food with his sleeve, ignoring the cloth napkins.
“As much as I love it when horndogs don't hide it around me- I want to turn things back to me. Can you believe it- I’m collecting books! I’m a Renaissance man after all! Planet creator, game host, and book collector. Ooo, I have a few new ones that, get this, translate languages. Yes! And I’m smart too! All these aliens and gods and you don’t know what they’re saying. Might as well catch up with all the new and old tongues! But these are the first edition copies of them! I mean- some of them are so expensive, Loki, I couldn’t even let you see them,” he chattered on.
Jonathan returned from a dark corner. His eyes caught Loki’s briefly. The Spy nodded his head in confirmation with a smirk. 
Loki and you exchanged a small look. To not increase suspicion, you stayed a few more minutes. Jonathan merely went to the corner of the party, hands in his pockets and feigning shyness. You fed him Loki a few more grapes. You listened to the Grandmaster's three more ridiculous boasts. 
Then Loki gestured for you to stand up. As he raised his hand, the rest of the circle turned their heads.
“Rethinking about Skurge- I might go to my oaf brother. See if I can persuade or trick him perhaps for your games. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Loki asked.
“Oh- hell yes! The God of Thunder!? Versus Korg! Of course!” replied the Grandmaster.
“Well then- I must hurry to him then. Please excuse us. Everyone! Time to hurry back!” he ordered to his circle.
Loki placed a hand on your back, touching the small middle of it. It felt so…warm, so nice…again the hot, wet, tingly feeling stayed in you. He waved at the other variants to follow behind him. 
As everyone got into the next room, Loki at once created a portal to Asgard. Everyone slipped through at once- hurriedly. You were getting quite used to hurrying through portals now! Immediately you were in your special meeting room in Asgard. All of you breathed a deep sigh of relief. The soft orange lights of the lit candles around the stone walls were welcome versus the garish Sakarr lights.
Jonathan pulled up the end of his shirt and revealed that there was a thin, hardcover book in bright red hidden beneath it. Everyone applauded and Robert patted Jonathan’s back.
“Got it,,” Jonathan said.
“Well now- seeing as also you are the one who’s fluent in a few languages, why don’t you help our Baronet translate it?” asked Loki.
Thomas nodded.
“Oh please, any and all help is much appreciated!” he replied. 
Jonathan nodded his head, “of course.”
“We’ll need to translate the spell, especially for Loki. The dagger itself won’t be too hard- I only need a welder for the blade.”
Thomas slumped his shoulders in his black jacket.
“It’s the tracking device I have trouble with,” he lamented.
“Tracking device?” Hal questioned, eyes forward to him in curiosity.
“A special device we can use to find where the cauldron is…it still isn’t functioning,” Thomas sighed. “It probably needs Loki’s magic…”
Loki folded his arms.
“I doubt my powers alone can…but there is magic in all the realms. We could find something. I will inspect it and ask.” 
The god turned over to you.
“And I think we should thank our gracious lady- looking quite ravishing, I dare say- in her performance in her role. The Grandmaster never suspected a thing with you- the rumored about…lady,” he said.
You gave a small curtsy out of habit, one hand over your cleavage now for the sake of modesty.
“It wasn’t…as bad as I thought. I honestly had a little fun!” you replied.
Loki turned to everyone.
“Now, Thomas and Jonathan have a bit of work ahead of them- but first let us all relax. Celebrate perhaps, if we’re up to it. We had two eventful journeys one after the other!”
You returned over to your room to change out of the dress into your normal clothes. You were still tingly. Ghosts of his touch, his skin over your back, arms, and legs. Still feeling his warmth, the contact…and remembering that you actually liked at. As you looked in the mirror in your room. Your thoughts swam, replaying it over and over…. 
 You may have pretended to be a whore. But the arousal you felt earlier was not pretending.
You put up a mental shield in case a certain god would make a snide comment.  
But…it was just…an emotion. Just a bodily function. Nothing more. It’s done now. Won’t happen again you told yourself.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
That night you woke up with a start. you heard Loki’s thoughts. 
But it was different. Not with the smooth, confident, flirtatious tone he had in. He sounded troubled. And it was loud
Stones…Tesseract…Thor..Danger…in danger-Thanos-Help. Help! 
Though not every word made sense to you, you got up at once. Was he in danger!? Was something happening? You heard no sounds of a battle, of a fight anywhere near you. It all seemed like a normal, calm night. But that didn’t mean something wasn’t going on!
You ran out to the halls. Your senses stretched out, reaching out for where his room was. You located it in not too long a time- it turned out not to be too far from yours. Your feet making a sound against the stone floors. Only some torches on the walls of the palace lighting your way. The thoughts in your head, his scared, scared voice continuing to ring in a panicked murmur
Thanos- Thanos- Thanos.
Sure enough, there were guards right outside the prince’s room. 
“I think Loki’s in danger! Please! Check his room!” you begged them.
They gave a little look of disbelief from the calm stillness from outside. But without further question, they opened the doors. In the dark, from his open window was a sliver of moonlight. There was only a lump on the bed beneath green blankets. You searched around, the guards slowly brought out their spears. Your senses reached out, and you could feel the white-hot trickle on your hand threatening flames-
But no one was there. No one except the lump on the bed. Tossing, and then thrashing- you could make out the top of his dark, curly head.
“Thanos-Thanos-won’t work-his hand-can’t breathe-”
“There is no one here- only his grace sleeping,” one replied.
“I think he’s…he’s having a bad dream,” you replied.
Still, you hurried to him, his voice in your head, ringing in a panicked tone, his thrashing in sleep beneath the blankets continuing as his voice in your head raised-
“Can’t breathe-can’t breathe-can’t breathe- can’t-”
“Loki wake up!” you cried out loud. You shook at the lump violently. 
He emerged from it. His dark curls were all messy from sleep about his head. Free and beautiful. One needn’t guess his divinity. He woke with a start, sharply inhaling from his nose. And he was not wearing clothes- the blanket covering the lower half of his body.
Oh god, oh dammit you cursed silently at the sight of his pale, broad chest with black hair on it. Not to mention all the abdominal muscles. He smoothed it out of his face to see you with a muscled arm.
You forced yourself to focus on his face- after all, his eyes still looked scared. More genuinely scared than you ever saw him.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“I heard part of your bad dream in my mind. The shield was down. I heard some of it…”
His face fell, wide eyes and a frown on his face. Vulnerable and scared. You lifted a hand to rub his arm in comfort.
 “But it’s just a dream- it’s not real-this is. Everything’s fine,” you soothed.
He wrapped his arms around him and hugged you. You hugged back tightly. You hadn’t hugged since the night you told him you would stay here.
“What was the…dream? What happened? What or who is Thanos?” you asked. 
The guards stayed positioned and silent. Whatever they thought of the scene, their faces didn’t show it. 
Loki released the hug, then clasped your hands, a stray curl falling over his face. 
“Thomas has things he is not ready to discuss. And I have things I’m not ready to discuss either…Only this- when I- when I went to the Prophet earlier, before Vanaheim, I learned a few more things. About myself, about things that might happen to me…but…”
“You don’t have to talk about them if you’re not ready,” you assured him.
He nodded his head.
“Thank you…”
“Do you need anything?” you asked, peeking over at the guards.
“I’m usually very good at falling back asleep, YN darling…I don’t need much. Never did. I’ll be fine…” he assured you.
He gave you a smile. But one that looked a twinge sad. With that, despite your curiosity, it was better to respect his refusal to talk about the dream further. You left his room with the guards. 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
The next afternoon, You did not mention last night to Loki as he trained you with your magic. He was more into helping you control items.
“Now- spin those daggers!” he instructed.
With a lift of your hands, the daggers on the floor went into the air and spun like windmills.
Your fire and moving about of objects and sensing were fine. But as for the light- that could use a bit more work. You could adjust it when sunlight poured through- but that was it. Control it- like the stage lights of a theatre. But no more. You wished it was something that would be useful to fight Grendel with. But oh well- who knew what fates gave you these gifts? The others would be just useful.
“Very well- you’re quite the little sorceress!” he praised. “Now- I say we have had our fill of that!”
As the training for magic finished, you took a deep breath. Physical training was going to start soon- the ones with you and the men. You and Loki left to go through the halls. From one door to outside, you heard footsteps.
 There in the hall walked Jonathan with a small vase full of little white and yellow wildflowers in a  small grey, ceramic vase. 
Loki went up to him.
“And what are you doing not helping Thomas?” he asked.
“We needed a break. Translating it is hard and grueling. It’s going to take a while,” he explained. 
“Mr. Pine, I have another question! Why- did you get my mother’s or the gardener’s permission to rip out those plants?” Loki asked, hands on his hips. Studying the flowers. 
Jonathan’s eyes were larger and soft, like the soft gaze puppies would get. He held over the vase. 
“It’s a gift for Stella. To remind her of the time in the garden with Sif and me. She got the drabest of all the rooms here- I thought these might brighten it. Make her happy. The queen permitted it.”  
You gave him a smile, a hand flying over your heart.
“How sweet of you! Next time- here’s a hint I can say as her friend…”
You gestured for Jonathan to come closer. He did, and your voice became a stage whisper.
“Remember what the prophet said? Her favorite color is blue!” 
Jonathan smiled, beaming and relaxed. 
“It is mine as well,” he responded.
Loki plucked out a finger and twirled it mid-air. The flowers all turned to blue ones. The vase itself had a creamy white over it with little blue stars painted all over it. 
“Seems fitting- stars for the lady whose name means ‘star’. One shouldn’t miss out on presentation,” the god commented. 
Jonathan thanked him kindly. He seemed far from the serious spy capable of drowning men in pools. 
As he left, you both watched him. Then shared a quiet look with each other, you were biting down a grin. You crept up behind to watch Jonathan head towards Stella’s door, Loki behind you. A mouth covering your giggling.
You and Loki both stopped at a corner to peek over at it, to watch it unfold. 
Jonathan knocked on the door. Sif answered the door with a dagger in her hand, then relaxed recognizing him. 
Stella then went up after Sif. Her eyes went big at him and then to the flowers and vase. She made a small gasp, seeing the pattern.
“The stars-it’s a reference to your name,” you heard Jonathan explain.
“Hmm, at least admit it you got the line from me,” Loki complained under his breath.
Then she gave him a large, genuine smile. You heard her thanking him. Looking brightly into his eyes. She accepted the vase gently, their fingers brushing against each other. You could see some pink in her cheeks as they did.
 Then they said their goodbyes and she closed the door- almost hesitantly. 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Training came and went to make the days faster. . Magic almost every day. Sparring with Sif every other day-though she still beat you most of the time. Stella was merely content to watch that one from a bench, applauding quietly for whoever won. Physical Training was still daily. But for the past two days…you noticed Robert never showed up. 
“He’s only repainting his walls. He gets invested in it…it calms him,” Loki confided in you. 
 It wasn’t usual to have him stay indoors and not out socializing with everyone. Bragging about the few times he beat Jonathan in sparring. Making little quips. Saying something to make Sif roll her eyes again. 
Once training was done, you sensed where his room was. You went to the doors of his quarters and knocked. He opened the door at once. He was just in his white shirt and grey tie- but the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“Oh, hello!”
“I was just worried about you,” you said.
“I was…I’m just painting.”
“Can I see?” you asked.
He opened the door further and allowed you in. When you explored his room, everything was strictly neat. In order. Controlled The chests in their place. The chairs. A table with a few paintbrushes on them. Their bristles stiff with use. But then it showed there were blankets and plastic over them. The walls were once plain brown but now had a blueish-grey paint all over them. There were cans sitting still on the floor by them.
“How is all of it going?” you asked.
Robert folded his arms. 
“It’s well…I just learned I’m banned from Vanaheim. Forever. For destroying the palace,” he said.
“Oh, my- a whole realm!” you responded.
His eyes went down, his face sullen.
“That’s all I amount to, YN- a creature of destruction,” he said sadly.
“You aren’t!” 
He walked around. Then he sat down on the little couch. He patted the side next to you adn you sat down there.
“I am- I told you I went mad once. Let me explain how- it all started when my sister died.”
“Oh, Robert! How hard!” you commented. 
“We were close and it was hard. I grieved so hard, that I wanted to start over. So there was a luxury high-rise apartment complex set up. The talk of the town. I moved in there. Everything you could name was in it-pools, stores, schools, spas, and there were constant parties every night. It seemed like heaven.”
An apartment complex with all of those things? You could have never imagined! You kept your eyes on him, listening to more. You eyed the cans of paint still sitting in the corner. It seemed he already used half of them. The sting of the smell in your nostrils. 
“I met people, more than just the neighbors on my floor. So many new people. I even had lovers. No strings. No real commitments. Just each other's beds and bodies. And then more parties- with so much drinking, and the drugs. There was one party I showed up to. Brought some wine as a gift for them- but when I got there, it was a costume party. And I wasn’t dressed. They laughed at me. Then this fellow named Munrow- he took my classes and lived there. He grabbed the wine from my hands. Dragged me out by the collar. Tossed me onto the elevator and pressed the button for it to close and descend…all while he laughed. All while they all laughed.”
“How cruel!” you cried.
“It angered me so much that I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted more than revenge. So one day I was given his brain scans. Everything looked healthy. So I went to him and told him he had a brain tumor. It was fatal. All lies, of course.”
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took one smoke and then puffed it out.
“He got drunk and killed himself almost right after I told him.”
Your jaw was on the floor. Then a realization came upon you.
“Robert, when you went to the cottage…Munrow was…was he…”
“That was what the Weaver looked like when I looked at her,” he replied.
“Then it all got worse. First, the garbage stopped working.  Then no electricity. Then no water. There was no food. But I didn’t want to leave. No one wanted to leave. The perfect place, the most convenient place. We were all dependent on the place that badly…we didn’t leave. The rich upper floors decided the poorer lower floors must be killed. People exchanged their wives for food. Then…there were murders…”
He took a shaky puff, letting out the air. His eyes were a little vacant, staring out the window onto the city of Asgard as he continued to speak. Still, you listened.
“I was scared- always scared. And angry. I beat someone. Hid myself. Took another lover- and she said…she called me the best amenity here. Then it struck me- at first I wanted a release, to drown in lust. It was fine at first. But now…no one held me. Talked to me. Asked me how my day was. They didn’t…they didn’t want to see me. Hold me. But I realized…they didn’t give a fuck about me. Just wanted my cock- and they hadn’t changed. With everything breaking down…I…I broke down too. I was so scared, so angry, so alone. I…I broke down.”
“What do you remember about it?” you asked.
“I was covered in paint. I kept muttering things. I remember at the time, my mind was racing- so many thoughts- too fast to catch. I was covered in paint all the time. Eating dog food- it was all we had. I was always scared. I would switch. Euphoria one minute. Terror the next. Fury the next. I couldn’t do anything. But listen to music and paint and drink scour for what little food there was and try not to get killed-”
He paused. Taking a look back at you.
“Robert…that sounds like a nightmare…” you remarked.
He took another puff of a cigarette. 
 “Then one day Loki found me. He appeared right out of thin air. I kept yelling at him to get away from me. He dragged me to Asgard, kicking and screaming. Literally. Forced me to see healers and gave me a bath and a shave. He forced me to clean up. He had me take all these potions, these things…with all sorts of what they have here. They gave me medicines to take daily. I did, even if they were bitter. He made sure I was fed, safe, and clean every day. Then…then I…I wasn’t as scared. My mind didn’t race. It was still. I felt at peace. Now, it didn’t all happen overnight- but it did happen.”
You folded your arms and sat next to him on his chair. He took another slow drag of a cigarette adn then smushed it away.
“I never want to go back to that High-Rise ever again. It’ll break me. Then I will refuse any offers to leave. Then I’ll just break others. And I doubt I’ll get out alive…”
You took in a deep breath. Then you spoke with a soothing tone. 
“It’s over…but it still haunts you- Munrow, the building, the violence- no wonder you broke down. Yet…the building became a trap for everyone. And Munrow…chose what he chose to do. Nothing with you.”
“I feel like his killer. And maybe in that state, I did kill someone, or something, and didn’t know it…it’s like destruction won’t leave me. What if it comes back again, that’s what keeps me awake at night…” he fretted.
“Munrow’s drunken choice was his drunken choice- not yours. And look at you now- learning how to fight! Sparring with soldiers. Surviving among gods. Solving riddles and collecting spellbooks. Offering to help for the greater good! You suffered from guilt and shame and your horrendous experience- and you survived! What would your sister think of you doing all this now? Robert, wallowing won’t help you move on- I know! I’m sure I’ve stopped crying my tears over my own recent pain!”
He looks at you.
“The pain never leaves you. And you can’t control the worries.”
He picked off a piece of invisible lint from his pants. You offered your hand and he took it. 
“But this time, if the…madness ever re-appears. We will be prepared. There are healers here. If I ever start to…you know, show some signs…just tell us.”
“I don’t want any of them to be afraid of me, including you…”
You shook your head.
“I won’t let being afraid interfere with getting you help. I will help you. Loki helped you. We will all help you, Robert!” you promised.
You felt his hand relax, the pulse slowing. You saw him soften. He even smiled a little.
“Thank you.” 
You looked about the room.
“With your new life here, and these walls with it’s new color- you’re not a creature of destruction, Robert. You’re one of creation!” you said. 
His smile increased, and the same old Robert sparkled back in his eyes. He then walked over to the paint cans. Then as he went over to you, he picked up an extra paintbrush that was lying on a little table. 
“Would you like to help a little? It needs a second coat,” he offered. 
“I would love to help,” you answered.
Dipping a brush into the can of paint, the gooey wet stuff dripped down. He pointed to a part of the wall and you began to paint a little of it. Who cared if a few little stains got on your dress? It felt good and you saw Robert indeed calmed down with each stroke. It wasn’t long before Loki arrived, knocking on the door. His voice with a forced calm to it.
“Why- Robert, what is YN doing in your room? She went to find you and was gone for a while!” he said. 
The doctor smirked and then laughed a little. 
“We were only talking and painting the room!” he insisted.
Going over to the table, you picked up another paintbrush. You offered it to Loki.
“Would you like to help us? Don’t use your magic, it’s far more satisfying to do it yourself!” you suggested.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Your arms were a little sore by dinner, and not just from having to do pushups. Though as all of you sat around the table- You, Loki and the variants, Stella, and Sif. In walked Thor excitedly.
“Exciting news, dear brother and friends! This next month is the annual Starfall Ball here in Asgard!” he announced.
Loki and Sif only nodded. But the others looked among them. Thomas’s eyes went big.
“A Starfall Ball?” he asked.
Thor grinned, nodding his head.
“The night when the stars all begin to fall through the sky in one of the most beautiful displays in the nine realms. Father and Mother are hosting a ball beneath the stars to celebrate!” he announced.
You nearly jumped in your seat, your hands tingling. 
“Oh! How beautiful! I’ve been to dances but- a ball! A ball, Stella!” you cried, looking at her sitting next to you. 
Stella’s thick, pink lips parted slightly. Then it broke into a smile. 
“It sounds lovely! I must stay to go! Oh, but YN, I don’t think I have anything to wear! I doubt any of the clothes Loki brought from home are grand enough for a palace ball!”
“Oh, we’ll discuss it later! We will decide what to wear. Our own clothes or perhaps ask Loki to conjure something Or we’ll go shopping!”
Loki glanced towards you at his name being mentioned.
“The fashions of all the Asgardian ladies are fascinating…” Stella commented.
Hal smiled and then looked over the table. 
“Well then- it shall be a mirthful affair-Why, how fares our good sirs Pine and Sharpe?” he asked.
Thomas scrunched his face and then released it. Jonathan’s hands at the table merely turned to fists.
“It’s far harder than we think. It’s hard to translate. And hard to make…” Thomas answered.
“Perhaps you- all of you- could use a bit of levity with this ball,” Robert said. “And we better start to learn how they dance here in Asgard.”
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You had a dream that night.
In the dream, you were close to back home. The forest of Aldwinter.
First- you sensed a presence. A creature. He seemed at first like a tall gorilla, with a large red mouth full of sharp teeth. Standing like a human. Claws and ears like a devil. Grendel- sure enough. You knew it was him. Scary and with bright eyes. 
Then there was a glimmer of gold magic that glittered down him. The magic gave him a humanlike form. He had pale skin and dark hair with a full beard. Bright green eyes. A black suit. Smirking as he looked down from the trees onto the town.  Then with a strut, he began to walk towards the town.
Then it changed. You were back in the town. The dirt streets made muddy when it poured rain. The sight of rolling hills and the smell and sound of the ocean. Where every house was white.
You felt the urge to cough, and when you looked down at your fist there was blood. And you were wearing your engagement ring. You looked at your clothes- your old white nightgown. White like a bridal gown. White like death. 
Then you heard laughter. Music. You looked back up.
 The scene changed. 
It was night and you were inside. It was the wooden hall...the wooden hall for the dances. Candles were lit with their orange glow over the dark night sky from the windows. There was a crowd gathering. Some are in dark dresses, but all nice.
Why-yes a dance was happening! Dance like you and Stella and the other ladies would go to…a dance where once, a time ago, a vicar asked you to dance and you said-
You saw him. Not alone.
In the center dancing, there was Will. With Cora. He was in a tuxedo. She was in a grey dress. Her golden blonde hair- so bright it shone against everything, so garishly yellow it was blinding. A back hair fell down the nape of her neck to show how beautiful she was without trying, without controlling. As you always tried too hard to be beautiful. Smiling bright- tension between them. They kept dancing.
You felt sick. So sick- like you were going to retch. And your breaths were fast, hyperventilating. Hurt and fear and grief washing over you.
You tried to walk forward, but then a lady in a dark-colored dress stepped in front of you.
“Oh, how beautiful!”  she sighed.
You tried to step forward- to reach there. Charge in, stop him. But a member of the party always stepped in. Never able to get to them.
“No- you all don’t understand. He asked me to be his wife. I said yes. I fell in love with him, and he with me- we’re engaged! We’re about to be married! He promised himself to me.”
They kept waltzing. Looks of love and longing and tension between them.
It made you want to scream.
The crowd pushed you further behind. 
“Oh- it’s such a sweet love story!” said one lady.
You turned to her nudging her so she faced you.
“But he’s engaged to me! We’re about to be married!” you cried.
She snorted, shoving your hand away. Ignoring you as if you never existed. As if you didn’t matter. 
You kept trying forward, reaching the crowd. The never-ending waltz between them continued. The music getting louder. The audience even applauded. Reaching through and failing.
You tried to get through, tried to get through the crowd, to reach them- to grab Will, to stop the dance, but you kept getting shoved aside.
“Please! Take me there! I’m his fiancee! He’s going to be my husband soon!” you pleaded. 
And each person ignored you. You tried showing them the engagement ring, and they ignored you. 
You ran forward- but their arms grabbed you back. There were tears, and you began to beg your fiancee. He ignored you- entranced in his dance with the widow. 
“Will! Stop it now! Will, please! I don’t allow it! I don’t allow you to dance with her at all! Please stop it!” you cried out.
They kept dancing, the music getting louder and overwhelming with the applause. You kept calling out to him, your voice half a scream.
“Will- stop it! Stop dancing with her! I’m going to be your wife! You love me and I love you! We’re about to be married- please stop it! Stop dancing with her! Will! PLEASE! WILL”
Cora then grabbed his face and kissed him in front of everyone.
You awoke with a startle. Your heart racing fast. The lights of the dance hall were gone. Now the blackness of your room.
You weren’t in Aldwinter. You weren’t even in that realm! You were in Asgard in the chambers you lived in.
Yet the nightmare still had you by your neck. You were trembling. You thought this was done, that you were strong. Time had passed. There were whole days and weeks and now months you didn’t think about it- then it came crashing back.
No…you loved. Loved deeply. And you were still betrayed. You tried to think of any way you were flawed- any mistake- anything you said and did wrong. The wrong step, anything. 
Maybe that was why he did it- as punishment. So the second you slipped up, put a toe out of line from his internal wishes…another would be in his heart and bed. Snatching your place.
Yes, you had friendships here, old and new from all over…but not…not love. No, you were cursed. You had to be. How could you fall in love again after that? How could you ever hope for romance again? You knew what happened last time. The burn of tears in your chest, swelling up to your face.
“It’s better I stay alone. If I stay a spinster. I’ll never be enough for anyone…and if I let myself…if I let myself love like that again…I’ll just end up hurt. if I let myself…feel that for any man…he’s going meet someone better, as Will did, and it won’t matter if he’s sworn to me - I’m either too flawed or too boring. And he’ll leave me and…and…and…” you thought as you curled up in a ball.
The trembling continued, the overwhelm, the lump, the burning in the back of your eyes.
I’m not worthy of love…I never was. And I never will be.
It then all broke on you, tears fell down like a storm. You began to cry. And then the cry became a sob. Sobbing hard as you sat up, curled up on the bed. Like you were at the tree in the woods that fateful morning. Sucking in a deep breath, another, big, loud, deep sob rung out of you.
The door flung open, and to your surprise, Loki was there, clothed in his normal Asgardian clothes. 
“YN! YN? Are you alright?” he asked, a bit more worried than his usual calm, controlled self.
“I had a dream of…of…” you blubbered out, crying hard, your knees curling up to your chest, feeling snot in your nose. 
“Your thoughts were quite loud- you’re not the only one who can hear each other’s nightmares. You don’t need to tell me what the dream was about, I heard it all clearly…here…”
He embraced you. You let him- what did it matter who hugged you? The notorious Trickster God- you needed an embrace, arms, and security. You embraced him. Smelling the sweet scent they washed his clothes with here and the cold smoothness of the cloth, the leathers.
There were footsteps. In hurried Stella with her blue shawl around her nightgown. Her blonde hair freed and down to her shoulders. Loki released the hug and offered a hand to help you out of bed. Stella at once ran to you, her small hands touching your arms.
“YN! YN! What is it?! What’s wrong?” she asked.
“What are you doing up?” you asked back.
“Loki woke me- said he could sense you were in trouble! I couldn’t just stand there! Has something happened, are you alright? Hurt?” she insisted.
You looked down. “I had a dream about Will…” you explained. “I saw him…with Mrs. Seaborne.”
“Oh, you poor dear!!” Loki released his arm as Stella went to hug you. She rocked you back and forth as you clung to her. You let out more tears.
“It’s alright…it’s just a dream, there there, it will be alright…” she consoled.
She turned to the god, watching with soft eyes on you both. 
“Water always makes one feel better after crying. Could you conjure some water, please, Prince Loki?” she asked.
He raised an eyebrow at the word “prince” and smiled. Then he conjured a glass of water and handed it to you. You gulped it all down, cold and sweet. You did feel how the water once in your body replenished you after all of your crying.
“Tell me all about it- don’t hide it in you,” Stella advised.
You told them what you dreamt of, omitting the first part about Grendel in front of Stella. Loki looked at you, listening intently to all of it. 
“It is still quite upsetting…do you need to speak any more about it?” he asked.
“I…I…I’d like to…to be distracted,” you replied.
Loki put his hands in his pockets.
‘I doubt the gardens that our dear friend Stella is so fond of is too dark- perhaps I’ll escort you ladies to the library- plenty of stories to distract you there. I have certain recommendations that should delight two beautiful, bookish ladies such as yourselves,” he crooned out.
Stella grinned at him in appreciation. She took you by the arm as Loki walked you down the hall. She turned to you, squeezing your hand. 
“We’re going to find something to read- separate or together. So we can have a little book club between us! And this morning, right after we eat, we’re both going to find ourselves new dresses for the Starfall Ball as you said. We’ll explore the city too! See what it is they wear and decide if we want to try them on! It’s going to be such good fun!” Stella encouraged.
You nodded at her.
“Yes, it is going to be,” you replied, feeling a smile return on your face. 
You glanced back at Loki as he walked you through the stone halls. You sent a thought out.
“Why is it you’re comforting me with my nightmare…but I can’t comfort you about yours…”
“I’m not the one who needs it,” was all he replied.
You wondered if the God of Mischief was lying. To you. To himself.
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fandomsmusicandmore · 2 years
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I will be taking requests here is who I write for
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wheredafandomat · 2 years
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Fiendish Pleasures 💢 Chapter 8: Me, a Prince?
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⚠️Content Warning⚠️: Dark Loki x female reader, mature themes, dark and distressing themes, sexual assault, abuse, language as always 18+ please. Enjoy!
Not only were you stunned, but Aurora along with the other girls were too. Loki always chose you, you felt like his, why was he now choosing Aurora? Had he not forgiven you for your blunder last night? All you wanted was to give the other girls some of the variety of food you were offered practically every night. You assumed that after last nights events, you’d simply be forgiven, but now it seemed as if Loki wasn’t the forgiving type. You watched him as he and the Grandmaster walked out of the room. That’s when you heard Aurora begin to sob as she sat back down onto her bed, holding the dress Loki had just thrown at her.
“I-I can’t do it y/n, not with him. He’s barbaric” she cried as you hugged her, trying to offer her comfort.
“Maybe tonight won’t be so bad.” You tried to assure her considering that your nights with Loki weren’t as horrible as she was describing. However, you couldn’t forget how he did force himself onto you that first night. You had begged for him not to but he carried on regardless. Maybe Loki was as cruel as she was saying even if he didn’t always show it with you.
“Last time I feared for my life. Don’t you get scared with him? How is it you come back with barely a scratch?” She questioned through strained sobs as her tears wet your jumper. She couldn’t see that mentally, you came back feeling disgusting most nights. Humiliated. Your emotions were all over the place, you didn’t know what to think. You couldn’t deny the power you felt at these parties. The way everyone stared at you, complimented your subservience. Your shows. At these drug fuelled orgies disguised as grandiose parties, you and Loki were the main attraction. But there was always the feeling of mortification resting heavily at the back of your mind. You took pleasure from watching Loki loosing control over the delight you were causing him but you couldn’t deny that the whole thing was perverse. It was all a huge mess.
Instead of answering, you continued to rub circles on her back. What were you supposed to say? No, Loki doesn’t bring me to the brink of death, he simply feeds me whilst I sit splayed across his lap. You couldn’t tell her that. The reason for Loki’s kindness, if you could call it that, towards you was unknown. You remembered Auroras bloodied face after that night she returned from being with Loki. Hopefully tonight wouldn’t be as bad for her.
Aurora got ready and waited for one of the guards to collect her but to your surprise, Loki entered.
“I don’t want to go, I don’t want to” Aurora pleaded quietly as she looked at you. Your heart burned for her. Without speaking, Loki walked towards her and wrapped her hair around his hand as he pulled her to her feet. Her screams echoed through the room as he dragged her out. The sound was deafening and all the other girls ignored it but you couldn’t. Jumping to your feet, you shouted.
“Loki stop!”
Instantly Loki dropped her. He was shocked. This was the first time he had ever heard you call his name. He himself had never told you it considering that you only spoke when spoken to so you didn’t need to address him. Turning to face you, he glared as he began storming towards you causing you to wince. Angrily, he slapped you across the face causing you to turn away from him as you held your stinging cheek.
“You dare order me, a prince?” He spat.
Slowly, you began to face him again as he towered over you.
“Apologise” he commanded.
“S-sorry” you stuttered, trembling under his harsh gaze. Raising his hand, Loki slapped you again, harder, causing you to fall to the floor.
“You think because we’ve spent a small amount of time together you’re able to speak to me with such familiarity. You need to know your place and remember it. You are beneath me.” He spluttered. You tried to stand until you felt the bottom of his shoe in your back. “No, stay on the floor.” He ordered. You felt abashed falling back towards the floor and hearing one of the other girls begin to chuckle at your misfortune. “Silence.” Loki instructed her causing the room to once again grow quiet. “Aurora, I won’t be needing you tonight, I’m going to properly discipline this one.” He said, digging his shoe deeper into your back causing you to gasp out in pain. “On your feet, trull.” Loki ordained, releasing you as he put his foot back to the floor. Painfully, you stood back up trying not to look at Aurora who wore a guilty face. This wasn’t her fault. You tried to reassure her with a small smile but even that you couldn’t muster up. Loki pushed you forward towards the door.
“Do you want her prepped? Changed? Fed?” The guard outside questioned.
“No, give her food to the other girls, she shan’t be needing it and I’ll take her in the condition she is in.” Loki bid. You felt a pang of happiness at hearing that at least the other girls would get your food however that didn’t make up for the fact that you were starving and that Loki was definitely not taking you to a party in the state you were in. You thought back to his words as he pushed you towards his room.
“I am going to properly discipline this one.”
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Good Girl
   Summary: Loki has been rather enjoying his time in Sakaar for the past week or so. Attending all of the Grandmaster’s parties and good times. Men and women pine over him daily, Loki is the type to fuck and leave; no real attempt for connection. But then he meets someone rather intriguing, the Grandmaster’s “daughter.” 
   Warnings: SMUT/unprotected sex/oral sex (f receiving)/fingering/coarse language/slight degradation & praise/cum play/slight breeding kink/sort of rough sex/bondage/unprotected sex (please use protection when necessary)/soft dom! loki/use of pet names: my god, pet, darling, good girl, love etc. 
   Word Count: 2595
*NOT MY GIF*
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    Loki sauntered through the crowds of party-goers. Bodies grinding against each other; the room smelling of sweat, pleasure, and sex. All scents that Loki had happily become accustomed to during his stay on Sakaar. After wooing the Grandmaster, with not only his charm, Loki was now apart of every aspect of Sakaarian celebrations. 
   “You must be Loki,” a woman smirked at him as she sipped her wine, “The Grandmaster’s new toy.” 
   “Toy?” Loki nearly scoffed, “I’m nobody’s toy, darling. Now if you’ll excuse me.” The lady rolled her eyes as Loki pushed by her. 
  He sat at the bar, looking over the sea of people. All of them the same, no real purpose in life but where they were now. Loki liked it but he also hated the idea of such a lack of spontaneity. 
   “You look like you could use a drink,” a voice pulled Loki from his apparently obvious sulking.
   Loki peered up, readying to rip into whoever was next to annoy him but was met with the soft smirk of a rather illuminating bartender, “I beg your pardon?” 
   She chuckled, “I just mean, you don’t look like you’re having the most fun.” 
   Loki sighed, “Guess not.” 
   The bartender sighed before quickly pulling together a drink, sliding the glass over to Loki. His brows furrowed as he eyed the drink, “On the house,” she slid it closer, “Like I said, it looks like you could use one.” 
   This only increased Loki’s suspicions. Why would this seemingly random stranger offer him a free drink? He picked up the drink, giving it a suspicious sniff. 
   “Believe me, if I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done it much earlier,” she chuckled as she wiped up the bar, “Just drink the damn glass,” she pushed the glass to his lips, Loki having no choice but to take a swig. 
   The alcohol burned his throat, like normal, but there was a certain sweetness to it that made it pretty enjoyable, “It’s good,” he smiled. 
   “See, no poison,” she winked before going to help another party-goer. 
   Loki moved himself to be nearer to her, “How have I never spoke to you before? I’ve been to nearly all of the Grandmaster’s parties since my arrival.” 
   She shrugged, “Guess nobody really pays attention to the bartender who will flirt her heart out but never go home with a person here. Besides, people find the Grandmaster rather intimidating.” 
   “What would the Grandmaster have to do with-” 
   “Ah Loki!” the Grandmaster had drunkenly danced over, joining the girl behind the bar and throwing his arm around her neck, “I see you’ve met my girl, Y/N.” 
   “Your girl?” Loki questioned. 
   The woman chuckled, “Maybe I should start serving you water instead, Father.” 
   “Father?” Loki questioned again. 
   “Adopted,” she chuckled, “And not even really that.” 
   “Oh, stop,” the Grandmaster hiccuped, “You’re my daughter, regardless of blood.” 
   “Whatever you say, you drunk,” the girl giggled. A group of partiers came over, beckoning the Grandmaster back. 
   “Duty calls,” he winked before placing a kiss on the girl’s head and charging back into the crowd. 
   “So, you’re not adopted?” Loki questioned. 
   The girl chuckled as she fixed him another drink, “Not technically, no. Umm, my mother was one of the Grandmaster’s pleasure maids but when he first took her, she made it clear that I had to come with her. And I guess the Grandmaster wanted her so bad that he took me in just the same. Been living here practically all my life.” 
   “And now you’re also one of his pleasure maids?” 
   “Heavens no,” she shook her head in disgust, “That’s gross. Almost made me lose my lunch there,” they both chuckled, “He lets me bartend and it gives me something to do. Also, keeps me from the repulsive dance floor.”  
   “Not a big fan of dancing, I take it,” Loki teased. 
  “It’s more the people on the dance floor that I find repulsive. Sure, a fun dance partner here and there is wonderful but sometimes a girl just wants to dance without having someone’s hands on her ass; man, woman, or whomever. Know what I mean?” 
   Loki smiled, nodding, “Completely understand.” 
   “So,” she leaned across the bar, sliding him another glass, “Seems only fitting I ask your name.” 
   “Loki Odinson or Laufeyson, I’m not really partial to either so Loki works best,” he smirked, his eyes wandering to her exposed chest, “And you, my dear, are?” 
   “Y/N,” she smiled, eyeing the God up and down, “So, you know my story, care to share yours?” 
   “Mines a lot longer and far more complicated,” he chuckled. 
   She leaned over more, her breasts spilling further from her blouse, “I’ve got lots of free time and nowhere to be.” 
   Loki smiled, “To make the long story short, I’m also adopted, in a way. Unlike you, I got saddled with a rather loathsome family in the realm of Asgard. My adopted brother, Thor, God of Thunder and Getting on My Last Nerve,” she laughed, “And a new-found sister, Hela, Goddess of Death and- well, just genuinely terrifying overall.” 
   Y/N laughed, “And your parents?” 
   Loki’s smile fell a bit, “They passed. Both just recently.” 
   “Loki,” she sighed, putting her hand on his, “I’m so sorry.” 
   He smiled quickly, “I wasn’t exactly my father’s favourite, or second, or even third. And believe me, I returned the affection,” he joked, “But my mother she, well, she was something truly special. She saw something in me that others, or even myself have yet to see.” 
   “She sounds lovely,” Y/N smiled. 
   “She was,” Loki sighed, “But, anyway, that’s all there really is.” 
   “And now you’re here. On Sakaar.” 
   “And now I’m here. On Sakaar,” Loki repeated, “What about your mother? She still involved with the Grandmaster?” 
   “No,” Y/N shook her head, “She actually passed when I was a teenager, rather long ago here on Sakaar.” 
   “I’m terribly sorry,” Loki apologised, “I didn’t mean-” 
   She waved it off, “I chose to answer, did I not? Besides, it was a long time ago. Can’t bring her back, though I wish I could, so, there’s no use dwelling on it.” 
   Loki sighed, “Families truly are complicated,” he finished off his drink.
   “Here, here,” she raised his empty glass before clearing, “But,” she chuckled, pointing over to the Grandmaster dancing atop one of the tables, “He’s not so bad.”
   Loki chuckled, “It’s very kind of him to not force you to be one of his pleasure-maids.” 
   “Suppose it is,” she answered, “He promised my mother.” 
   “Promised her to not make you a pleasure maid?” Loki asked. 
   “No,” she giggled. Y/N took note of how handsome the God looked as he threw his head back when he laughed, “Promised I could live here as long as...” her voice floated off as she put away Loki’s glass. 
   “As long as what Y/N?” he met her alluring gaze as they both leaned over the bar. 
   “As long as I was a good girl,” she whispered as they drew nearer. 
   Loki smirked, “And, are you?” 
   “Am I what, Loki?” she whispered as her eyes began to flutter close. 
   “A good girl,” Loki answered. 
   She smirked a bit, “In certain situations, I suppose.” 
   Loki chuckled, “What sorts of situations?” 
   “Why don’t you come find out?” she teased. And before they knew it, they were locked in a tussle of teeth, tongue and lips. Both of them pulling grunts and moans from the other. 
   “You have a bed chamber we could go to?” Y/N asked as she pulled away for a quick moment. 
   Loki pulled her lip between his teeth, “Follow me,” he grabbed her hand and dragged her from the party through the corridors of the Grandmaster’s estate. Finally they landed in the suite that the Grandmaster had gifted Loki with. 
   Loki slamming the door closed before pinning her against it, their lips once again meeting in a flurry of passion. 
   “Fucking hell,” she moaned as Loki’s lips bit, sucked, and licked nearly every inch of skin from her lips to the skin her blouse exposed. 
   Loki’s chest heaved as he pulled away, admiring the love bites he had littered over the tops of her breasts. His eyes going dark before he tore her blouse completely off, the buttons scattering across the floor and a gasp leaving her mouth. 
   “Don’t worry,” Loki spoke between kisses, “We’ll get you a new one.” 
   “Forget about the bloody shirt,” she panted as she moved to undo her bra, “Just fuck me please.” 
   Loki let out a deep chuckle as he admired her now exposed breasts, “Patience, pet. Let me ravish this extravagant body of yours.” 
   She blushed fiercely as Loki continued his descent down her body, kissing along the hem of her skirt, “Take it off,” she groaned. 
   “With pleasure,” the God of Mischief smirked, “And while we’re at it,” Loki gave his fingers a quick snap and the two of them were now both standing bare and heaving in front of the other.
   “H-How did you do that?” she panted as Loki returned his lips to hers. 
   “Just a bit of magic,” he answered between kisses. She pulled away, giving him a confused look, “Did I not mention that I’m a god?” 
   “A god?” she raised her brow. 
   “God of Mischief, to be exact,” he smirked.
   She let out a nervous chuckle, “You’re serious?” Loki nodded, “I don’t think I believe you, Loki.”
   Loki smirked before giving his fingers another snap. Y/N now found herself on Loki’s bed, her hands bound to the head board and her ankles tied to the foot of the bed; leaving her splayed as Loki jerked his cock in front of her. Y/N had never seen someone has well-endowed as Loki was, he had the most perfect cock she’d ever seen. 
   “Believe me now?” he smirked down at her. 
   She nodded nervously, “Yes.” 
   “Good,” he smiled before returning to ravish in her body. Marking it all over before he was face-to-face with her dripping heat, “My, my, I must have quite the effect on you, darling.” 
   Y/N tugged against the bindings on her ankles, trying to close her legs and get a bit of friction, “Please,” she pleaded. 
   “Begging already?” Loki teased, “How pathetic of you.” His hands moved to the tops of her knees, spreading her legs even further, “But who am I to deny such a pretty little thing of such pleasure?” 
   Before she could muster another word, Loki’s mouth was already working on her. His tongue flicking against her clit as he carefully traced her tight quim with two of his fingers. She clenched around nothing as Loki brought her slowly to the edge. 
   “Please, Loki. I’m begging you,” she whimpered. 
   Loki let out a groan against her core, sending a shiver up her spine, “Since you asked so nicely.” And just like that, his mouth worked frivolously against her as he railed two of his fingers into, curling them to hit that soft spot deep inside her. Y/N let out a loud moan at his actions as her back arched from the bed.  
   “LOKI!” she cried as Loki brought her closer and closer to her precipice. 
   “I love hearing you cry out for me,” Loki grunted as he kissed back up her body, his fingers continuing their assault on her tightening cunt, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You going to cum, pet?”
   She nodded excitedly, “Yes, please God. Need to cum.” 
   Loki chuckled, “Sorry, love. But there’s only one god here who can help you,” he smirked before pulling his fingers from her. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch. 
   “W-What’re you doing-” Loki caught her off with a harsh kiss. 
   “Remember, patience, love,” Loki snapped his fingers once again, the bindings on her legs disappearing. She moved to rub her thighs together but Loki already had them in his grasp as he hiked one over her shoulder and let the other wrap around his hip. 
   Y/N could feel the tip of his painfully hard cock, brushing against her entrance as Loki gathered her pleasure onto himself. 
   Her nails dug into her wrists bindings as she attempted to buck her hips up to encourage Loki, “Just f-fuck me,” she whimpered. 
   Loki smirked down at the lust-filled girl, “Just know, I have no intentions of being gentle.” Before she could speak another word, Loki thrusted himself in to the hilt. Y/N let out a scream-like moan as he filled her. 
   “F-Fuck, your cock is so...” she couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling as Loki began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her. 
   “Look at you,” Loki smirked, “Already cock drunk and I haven’t even begun to fuck you like I truly want.” 
   “Harder,” her words barely registered with Loki before he began to pound into her drenched cunt. Moans, grunts, skin slapping, and filthy squelching noises filled the room. Anyone walking by would have to be an idiot to not know what was happening in there. Or, they must’ve thought Loki was torturing her to death, but I suppose in a way, he was. 
   Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of head as Loki pushed himself further up her body, allowing himself to get even deeper inside her, “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrusted, “Can’t wait to fill this...bloody hell... tight cunt with my seed. Watch it drip out of you. And you’re going to love...shit... every second, aren’t you? Cause you’re a good girl. A good fucking cum slut.” 
   Her back arched off the bed at Loki’s degrading, “Fill me up. P-Please, I need it so bad, Loki.” 
   He reached down to squeeze her jaw, forcing her to look at him, “I’m a god, pet. And you will address me as such. Now...fuck... who’s your god?” 
   “Y-You are,” she panted. 
   Loki began to pound into her even harder, if that was possible, “What was that, love? Didn’t quite catch-” 
   “FUCK! YOU ARE. YOU’RE MY GOD!” she scram as the knot in her stomach grew even tighter. 
   “That’s a good fucking girl,” Loki growled as he drilled into her, his balls tightening at the feeling of her wet cunt squeezing him as they both neared their highs. 
   “Cumming,” she whimpered, “LOKI! FUCK!” What felt like a bolt of lighting ripped through her whole body as she covered Loki’s cock in her orgasm. 
   “Fucking hell,” Loki groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy. The look on her face as he fucked her through the orgasm he had given her was enough to force him to paint the inside of her velvet walls completely. 
   Both of them stilled for a moment, attempting to regain their breathing. Loki thrusted a bit, fucking his cum further into her. 
   “My god,” she whimpered as he moved through her. 
   “Had to make sure you felt it all,” Loki sighed, both of them groaning as he finally pulled himself from her cunt. 
   Loki’s mouth practically watered at the sight of his cum dripping from her quim onto the silk sheets of his bed. He laid a kiss to her sweaty forehead before collapsing next to her. 
   “Guess I underestimated the power of a god,” Y/N chuckled breathlessly. 
   “Let’s hope you don’t make that mistake again,” Loki smiled as he kissed her softly. 
   “So, this is going to happen again?” she smiled, a hint of nervousness in her fucked-out eyes. 
   Loki smirked before kissing her again, “I don’t think I could stay away from such a good girl.” 
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infinitystoner · 3 months
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Hi!! Wondering if you could do a Loki x Grandmaster's daughter reader. Fluff or smut you can decide, Thanks!!
Hi!
I don't take requests, but I have written exactly one (1) fic set during Loki's time on Sakaar. (Linked here in case you want to check it out!)
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dyns33 · 2 years
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Grandmaster : "Hello to you all ! My poor noble subjects ! Handsome Lord of Thunder ! The sexy married couple !" 
Loki : "Once again, not married." 
Wong : "Almost." 
Doctor Strange : "In their minds."
Thor : "Only by the Asgardians laws." 
Wizard Y/N : "... What ?" 
Loki : "What ?" 
Thor : "Well, you gave each other rings." 
Wizard Y/N : "Yes, as gifts, among other things. But..." 
Thor : "And during a battle, Loki gave you one of his daggers. Normally it's an ancestral sword, but I guess it works too. I promised to help the wizards, who are your family, and they help me, Loki's family. Easy, it's only me now, and as the leader of our family, and a God, I totally agree with you union. You kissed several times in front of people, and we all know... that you are sharing a bed. For me, the moment of your wedding was after this fight against the big fire golem, seven months ago !" 
Loki : "..." 
Grandmaster : "And I'm blessing this marriage ! You can kiss each other and fuck on this table !"
Wizard Y/N : "... Why are you even here ?!"
(This is Thor’s face during his explanation, because he really believes his lil bro is married and he’s super proud and happy for him :)
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(And this is Loki’s face, even if inside he wishes Thor was right :)
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