#thor i swear i don't hate you and i even liked you but you're never gonna outrank gt9 airi and even beatrice

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter One

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 3.484k.

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Chapter One - Wanda Maximoff needs a friend

You had a cold.

It was unusual, given your abilities, so it made sense that you insisted that the Avengers do not change the mission schedule because of this, and consequently made you more vulnerable on a mission that should have been easy.

The result was that you now had a cold and a bullet mark on your waist. Everyone was extremely worried, but you assured them that you were fine and that none of them needed to worry about someone literally unshakable, and this alone explained why you had a high fever all by yourself in a tower.

Well, all alone was not correct. There was another avenger, the new recruit, who was not yet on the mission list, and well, she was the one who found you stumbling around in the kitchen at dawn.

Wanda was sure that you hated her. It was a very forward first impression, of course, but she couldn't help but assume that you had some sort of problem with her by the way you behaved around her. Because of this, even though you were sick, she hesitated to approach you.

"Are you okay?"

You hum, forcing a laugh and ignoring all the pain that was spreading throughout your body like needles. "Of course. I just wanted to get something to eat." It was not your intention to be harsh, but the response made Wanda lower her gaze.

"Right." She murmured, her gaze watching your clumsy movements as you moved to get some water. "Are you sure you...?"

But her question was interrupted by your momentary loss of consciousness. 

There was something else about Wanda that she hated - her powers. And you couldn't understand why, since that scarlet energy was warm and prickly on your skin and sure was more comfortable than slamming against the counter or the kitchen floor. Her magic held you upright, and suddenly there were soft hands on your face. "Y/N! Hey! sranje (shit)! You're burning up with fever." You heard her words loosely, not having the strength to resist even a little being carried to the couch in the living room.

Wanda used her powers to lay you down, and you only blinked away the fever when cold towels were placed on your head.

"Maybe you should see a doctor." She suggests clearly concerned, but you giggle.

"They wouldn't know how to treat a god."

Wanda snorts softly. "Is that what you refer to yourself as? So presumptuous." She teases, and you smile with your eyes closed, the attempt to shrug makes you whimper in pain and brings a worried expression to her. "I'll call Thor, maybe he'll..."

"I'll be fine, Wanda." You interrupt her, with difficulty, bringing a hand up to her wrist that holds the towel against your neck. "It's just a cold. I haven't caught one of those since childhood, that's probably why I'm so miserable." You explain, and Wanda gives you a small smile.

You struggle to stay conscious with the high fever, and Wanda takes advantage of these moments to call Natasha.

"She's burning up with fever, Nat. I don't know what to do, is there any medicine in this place?"

The widow sighs on the other end of the line. "Damn, I swear she is the most stubborn person I know. I think there's something in Bruce's lab, made for her. Look up her name."

"Thanks. Good luck on the mission. Come back safe." The widow smiled affectionately, saving the teasing about Wanda's gentleness for another moment before muttering her goodbyes.

Wanda gave one last check on your figure - your face covered by a wet towel as you grumbled in pain - before leaving the room. She didn't linger long in the lab, and also took some aspirin from Tony's cabinet. 

But when Wanda tried to make you take the meds, you pushed her hand away.

"Oh, oh, what's that?" She rolled her eyes impatiently at your question.

"This is to ease your fever and pain. You need-"

"I'm not taking any pills." You retort seriously, and when she sees almost the panic in your eyes, Wanda hesitates. 

"It's just aspirin..."

You force yourself to sit up, complaining a little. "I don't use medicine. Leave me alone to die."

She chuckles incredulously. "That's so dramatic for a god." She teases, but you pout. Wanda thinks it's unfair that you look so adorable.

"I don't need medicine." You insist. "I just need a good night's sleep and food. I'll be brand new."

But once you got back on your feet, your body failed you again. Wanda sighed in a complaint, scarlet magic working on instinct and keeping you from falling to the floor before bringing you back to the couch.

"I'll get blankets for you." She mutters to your delirious figure, before leaving the room.

When she returns, you have taken the aspirin she left on the table, and it makes her smile slightly.

"Here, dorogoy." She says as she covers you, and you blink tired eyes at her.

"That's sweet." You say, to which Wanda mumbles confusedly, "The nickname. Natasha taught me Russian, you know."

Wanda can feel her face heat up, but she manages to laugh it off. "Sorry." She murmurs, and it's your turn to look at her with confusion.

"For what?"

Wanda sighs lightly. "I shouldn't...I don't know. You and I, we're not really... close." She tries to put it into words, it's a bad job, and maybe that's why you're so indignant.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda huffs impatiently, feeling her face warm up even more. "You don’t need to be nice about it, I know you're not exactly a fan of me." She blurts out then. "I understand. It took everyone a while to trust me after Ultron."

You ignore the pain to sit up straight, gesturing in denial. "Wanda, that's ridiculous. I think you're the coolest Avenger here! Excluding Nat of course, otherwise, she will break my face." You declare, and she widens her eyes in surprise.

"What...? Really?" She asks unsurely, and you give her a reassuring smile.

"Where did you get the idea that I didn't like you?" 

"B-because you're always tormenting me! And you're so...direct..."

"Yeah, I'm sincere!" You retort with a laugh. "I'm sorry if I... come off as too abrupt for you. I don't have a very good social cue. War veterans don't care much for it, and Tony, well, deserves to hear some raw truths. I'll try to be sweeter with you. And well, about tormenting? You're too easy. And I do that with all my friends."

Wanda giggles nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Do you see me as a friend?"

You chuckle again, raising an eyebrow at her. "And how else would I see you?" You tease suggestively, and she feels her face warm. You chuckle at her shyness. "See, too easy."

She huffs, pushing you away gently, and grimaces apologetically at the grunt of pain you let out. But you laugh it off, assuring her that you're fine. 

"Now that we've made it clear that we're friends, can you put on something for us to watch? I've been dying to invite myself over to watch sitcoms with you but you've been avoiding me..."

Wanda blushes at the attention and clears her throat. "You could have joined me whenever you wanted. I wouldn't mind...I would have enjoyed the company. Vision does that sometimes."

You grimace softly. "That nosy old can."

She chuckles confusedly. "What's your problem with Vision?"

You make a grumpy face. Adorable, Wanda would say.

"He's annoying, that's all." You say. "I don't trust machines. You wouldn't trust them either if you had been raised by one."

Wanda bites her lip hesitantly. Everything she knows about your past-all the Hydra experiments and your unusual childhood with what was once Dr. Arnim Zola - came from reports and television. You were more than Captain America or the Winter Soldier ever were. You were the Hydra's Angel of Steel. Unyielding, unstoppable, and immortal.

The last part, Wanda wasn't sure was true. Especially since you are burning up with a fever on the couch.

"Vision is not like Hydra. He's not like anyone I know really." Wanda comments, but your grimace increases and she doesn't understand why.

"Okay, I get that you and he are super friends." You sneer, and she laughs, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't say that." She mumbles suddenly half sad, looking down at her lap. "I wouldn't...I wouldn't say I have any friends."

You frown immediately. "What, but what about the Avengers?"

She chuckles humorlessly, looking at you with a certain irony. "We're co-workers, Y/N. We barely know each other, and I'm only here because I literally don't have a home country anymore. I think it's all more out of convenience, or pity."

"It's not pity." You insist by shrugging. "You're young, but you're no innocent child. No one feels sorry for someone as strong as you. It would even be disrespectful. I think everyone is kind of grateful and relieved that you fight with us and not against us."

Wanda stands thoughtfully over your words, an indecipherable expression on her face. You haven't lied, you really are sincere. She appreciates that. You shudder briefly, the fever still lingering.

"I think you need friends, Wanda." You murmur then, half drowsy. Wanda thinks it's the medication. "I would be your friend if you wanted me."

She smiles warmly. "I would love that." She murmurs, and you smile with your eyes closed. But you struggle to stay awake, and your hand searches for Wanda's on the couch.

"Keep me company. Put something on the TV, to entertain you."

"You're kind of bossy, aren't you?" She teases, and you chuckle lightly, feeling exhaustion catch up with you. But Wanda only releases your hand when she's sure you're completely asleep.

–//–

When you wake up, it is morning. 

And you know that Wanda has slept on the couch next to you from the blankets and pillows. There is a sitcom paused on the living room television, and the smell of food invades your senses all at once, effectively waking you up.

"Good morning, Wanda." You greet her in a gruff tone, in a half yawn, and she would have been startled if she didn't have telepathy and couldn't feel you awake from the first second.

She turns her face away from the stove and smiles at you. "Good morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

You shrug, moving closer to see what she was cooking. "Better, I guess. A little sore still." You murmur, leaning over her to spy the pan. "Hmm, that looks good. And it smells wonderful." You rest your chin on her shoulder. "So does the food." 

Wanda drops her spoon in shock, completely flushed, and you burst into laughter, stepping away at once to get juice from the refrigerator while muttering "too easy."

Her face remains hot for a good ten minutes. You pay no mind to it and thank her for the food when it is ready.

"I think I'll go back to sleep, my head is hurting."  You comment, and Wanda nods.

"Take more meds, they help with the fever." She instructs, but you grumble. She raises an eyebrow. "Please?"

That makes you smile. "Since you asked so nicely." You tease, grabbing the medicine box her magic brought to you. Wanda twitches her nose and hesitates softly before asking.

"What's your problem with pills?" You lick your lips, taken aback by the question. She swallows dryly. "Sorry, I'm being nosy."

"No, don't worry about it." You say quickly, smiling at her. "It's just that Zola used to keep a strict pill diet with me. No real food, you know? I was a weapon, a soldier, not a person to them. I don't like the feel of swallowing pills, it reminds me of... those days."

Wanda reaches out for your wrist, stroking the skin lightly. "I'm really sorry, Y/N." She says, and you nod. She feels the need to confess something, too, and murmurs, "I don't like needles these days. Because of Hydra. Before, I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get tattoos. But now, just the thought of piercing my skin reminds me of their tests, and I just-"

You interrupt her monologue by raising her hands to the height of your face. Her breath hitches as you kiss her palms, staring into her eyes.

"They took a lot of things from us, but we got something powerful in return." You murmur, kissing her left palm again. "I'm really sorry for all the pain they caused you, Wanda. But this here is a beautiful thing about you now."

She knows you are talking about her magic, and she feels her ears chatting fire like her cheeks. Her instinctive action is to retract her hands, but you firm your grip gently. "I don't see it as a blessing." She mutters, avoiding your eyes. "I just... hurt people."

You interlace your fingers, and Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. You don't look away from her. "Hurting others is what they taught us, but we are more than that. You need to trust that you can be more. I see that you are already."

"I'm not sure about that." She confesses in a soft snort, but you don't shy away, holding your hands together.

"It's okay, I can show you." You assure her with a soft smile. "That's what friends are for, right?"

She relishes the possibility of not being alone anymore but somehow feels that her smile is almost forced. She doesn't understand what bothers her. It's nice to have friends.

You let go of her hands suddenly, because you both hear the sound of the quinjet outside the Compound. 

Offering a farewell wink, you leave the room to go rest as you promised, and Wanda is left to explain about the sketchy of a slumber party in the living room to a curious black widow that came back from a mission.

–//–

You feel better in a day or two and are annoyingly charming when you brag about your quick recovery to the team. Wanda doesn't back down and jokes around about seeing you whimpering in pain on the couch, eliciting a few laughs from the other members.

You do not mind - You are happier to see her comfortable and friendly with the rest of the team to care about the teasing.

Wanda's training is different from yours, her powers are more unstable, and she lacks confidence in using them. And since you are the stronger member to take the damage, you offer to practice together.

"That's not a good idea. I don't want to hurt you." She declares with training gloves and an unsure expression as you appear in the outer courtyard, dismissing Natasha with a nod as if the whole story has already been talked over between you two.

You chuckle indignantly. "That's quite unlikely, darling. Relax, take a deep breath, and bring it all on. I want to see how much power you hold back."

Wanda looks at Nat unsure, but the widow shrugs, nodding in encouragement and taking a few steps back to stay out of range. Good thing you guys are on the outside.

"Come on, Wanda. I trust you." You say looking into her eyes, a few feet in front of her, waiting for the impact.

She swallows dryly, trembling hands raised toward you. "That's a terrible idea." She murmurs again, though she throws a small blast against your chest. It makes you chuckle.

"It tickles." You comment smugly. "Come on, Maximoff. You can do better than that. Again."

She sighs and tries. It's bigger, but still, you don't get out of place. And to irritate her, on your next attempt, you hold the energy ball with one hand. 

"You call this an attack, princess? I'm almost disappointed." Wanda knows that you are just trying to get to her, and you are succeeding because the next one is strong enough to shake the yard and make curious Avengers leave the building to watch the training.

You, however, just adjust your feet on the ground. Her power has hit you hard, and your eyes are the same color as her magic.

"Damn, that was... better." You praise with a breathless laugh, and Wanda swallows dryly, adjusting her position. You let her magic flow through your body until you are controlling it in your hand as well. "If I give it back, would it hurt you?"

"I don't think so."

"Get ready then." You ask, and she takes a deep breath, nodding in permission. You strike, returning her energy, and Wanda braces herself for pain, but it does not come. Her magic doesn't hurt her, even if it comes from you.  It makes you smile. "Lovely. Are you taking notes, Nat?"

The widow, who Wanda had forgotten was present having been so wrapped up in the training, rolls her eyes slightly. She has a tablet in hand. "Of course I am, boss." Ironizes Nat, making you laugh. 

"Wanda, your power doesn't hurt you. That's interesting because it could mean that it's not purely stone magic like mine or Vision's. If we get hit by our energies, we get hurt. Maybe your abilities are innate, and the stone just has awakened them. It's too early to tell, however."

Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, half uncertain of what to say. She is honestly, quite surprised that simple training provided such an important insight. Natasha whistles impressed.

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Y/N. It must be because you're a pain in the ass most of the time." Teases Romanoff, receiving a giggle and a middle finger.

"Fuck off! " You retort laughing before assuming a fighting stance again. "Wanda, how about you try to take me down now?"

She sighs, fists in the air. "You may be annoying, but I still don't want to hurt you." She taunts, managing to make Nat laugh and you let out a cute gasp of exclamation.

"See, Nat? She likes me." You scoff, and Wanda knows she's blushing, so she forces her magic against you, this time at your feet. You lose your balance, but only for half a second before you effectively absorb her spell. Wanda finds the scarlet color in your irises oddly attractive but pushes the thought away immediately. "No, no. Use the setting to your advantage, Maximoff. Knock me down, without bewitching me."

She sighs but looks down at the ground. Her next attack is on the ground, but just when she thinks you are going to fall, you float before using the rubble as steps and spin majestically in the air before falling in front of her, standing up.

Natasha rolls her eyes. "Show-off." She mutters, but You don't pay mind to her, giving Wanda's shoulder a gentle pat.

"Great move, Wands, but your response time is bad." You say. "I made all my way to you and you kept looking at me with that cute little face. You can't do that on the battlefield, yes?"

She blushes, but she giggles and pushes you away gently. She's not thinking about the nickname, and she's not thinking about the compliment, she's not. 

She tries to fight for real after that, following your instructions and ending up out of breath with her hands on her knee after almost three hours of training.

You are sitting on the floor now, as sweaty and out of breath as she is, but with a proud smile on your face that makes her stomach churn with anxiety.

"You're a talent, Maximoff." You compliment her sincerely. "We'll make you an Avenger yet."

"I'm already part of the team." She recalls stubbornly, only to see your expression twitch adorably. 

"You know my point."

"I think you're being a bit of a patronizer. Don't you agree Nat?" 

The widow hums in agreement immediately, only to torment you as Wanda is doing, both of them reveling in the almost desperate expression on her face.

"What? No, I'm not!" You defend yourself indignantly until you realize it's a joke. "Ha-ha, very funny. You two are hilarious. I'm here being a good teacher and you're making fun of me."

Wanda chuckles, dismantling your whole moody posture as she helps you stand with a tug and doesn't let go of your hand, face way too close for someone with an audience.

"Thanks for the help, detka. I really appreciate it." She thanks you by looking you in the eye, and you swallow dryly, nodding stupidly. All too aware of the proximity and Nat's presence with a teasing smile for the scene.

Wanda gives you a wink, muttering something about lunch before letting you go. You barely register her words, scolding yourself for noticing how pretty she looks in her training uniform.

Stupid thoughts, honestly.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[homesickn]

Isn't Bite Also Touch?

(Loki X female demon!reader)

Chapter 8! — read it all here.

Summary: You and Loki have the first training practice together with the Avengers.

“Who the Hell is Ediel?” Clint asked. “I swear you are bringing people for free from now on.”

It's the first training practice that you're joining along with the Avengers.

“I agree with Hawkeye.” You say, a hand holding your foot up in your stretching. You're all preparing yourselves before starting the exercises. "The Avengers are just accepting free forms at this point.”

“I never even heard this name Ediel in the Bible,” Clint comments, shrugging his shoulders. “Not that I've really paid attention.”

“Maybe it's a made-up name,” you say as if you don't know the truth.

“I love how you're just gossiping about him as if you don't know his life,” Thor brings up with a smile. You give a smile back, sticking your tongue out. “It's kind of funny.”

“Listen, dude. I'm just saying,” There's a twinkle to your expression as you share. “Maybe…if you search for his pictures you'll see his real name.”

“You're the first person that I've ever seen call Thor a dude,” Nat says and you laugh.

“I literally couldn't care less.” Clint expresses with a tired grunt, referring to all the Ediel talk. He was wrapping some bandage wrap around his fist because it was covered by a large bruise.

Ediel was taking pictures somewhere else, it was understandable to say that the humans loved Ediel, since the party scandal. They adored him, it left you infuriated. 

He wasn't even that special, you could do so many more things than him, you were overly powerful, your powers crossed the limits throughout Hell and Earth. You were a child of Satan.

Yet, he was what they wanted to take pictures of. Bunch of fools. 

They're pathetic.

You cross your arms as you look at the team preparing their places, you angrily mutter out your thoughts of him. “Idiot, he's a fool.”

“Anyone from a thousand miles would be able to hear your angry mumbling.” Loki says, coming to your side, crouching down to where you stood sitting near the wall.

“I'm not mumbling, I don't do that.” You cock your head, barely turning to face him. “You know, you were nicer to me when you didn't know I was a demon,” you muse.

He looks at you, amused by your sudden statement.

“When I first saw you you seemed like the most powerful creature my eyes had ever seen,” you blush at his words, that does leave you a bit baffled and speechless. “I wasn't anticipating any family issues in your life story.” He says, remembering the Angel.

You grunt in annoyance, still with your arms crossed childishly. 

“As I said, you don't know me.”

“That's right,” he looks elsewhere. “I despise you.”

That stings a bit more than you expected. How could he claim not to like you? You've barely ever done anything to him.

“Just now, right?” He looks at you with curiosity, and a frown. “You didn't hate me when we first met. You were kind.”

He looks around the room as you say that, quietly remembering his pleasantry when he thought you were just a very powerful witch. He didn't want to think about being too soft and trusting with a demon, but you've done nothing if not show him loyalty and… friendliness.

And on the contrary to his beliefs, he was feeling yet stronger every day, after spending it with you.

He thought you'd weaken him. He thought he should keep himself away. 

He tried to shake away the small bubbling guilt he started to feel. He could see the little bruise, almost non-perceptible, that he'd left on your lips.

“Honestly,” he clears his throat. “I feel like it makes sense for me to doubt your truth.” He tries to explain, he knew you were lying to him about something you wouldn't tell.

You tilt your head arrogantly.

“Well, then you can despise me very far away from me,” you shoosh him away with your hands, like you're guiding a dog out. “Go, go, leave me alone.” 

He looks incredulous, kind of entertained by your gestures.

“You can't treat me like that, are you serious?” He says, but he's smiling at your funny attempts to stop him from bothering you. “I'm not a dog.”

“One day,” you confidently start. “I'll make you my little pet. My dog, a very misbehaved stray for me to train. Mark my words. You'll kneel at my feet.” He feels the power behind those words reach his groins as he shamelessly gives you an infuriating smile.

“Don't threaten me with a good time.”

“I'm being nice, you literally compared me to a–” you paused dramatically to say the next word. “bug, if you remember, from earlier, a bug.”

“Forgive me,” he said, smiling at you. It didn't feel very sincere.

You were quite shaken from his behavior, as much as you love playfully annoying him, his constant emotional barrier strikes you by surprise at times. 

Surprise only, not sadness. You wouldn't let yourself feel inferior for that, much less his silly offending names during rough sexual acts.

Besides, you like it when he's rough too.

Steve arrives a few minutes after, taking your attention away from the annoying god by your side. 

He brings his hands together and begins to explain the exercises you were about to practice, also, how every single training is depending on your specific powers and strength as an individual.

So you should have a partner that matches your level to fight with, and as there's no other match for magic…

“I guess you could say that's me.” Loki points at himself when you look for a partner.

“Look, I would fight you, of course,” you lift your hands up to him as you explain. “But frankly, I don't want to kill you.”

“Kill me?” He laughs. “You're so funny, little demoness.” He conjures his knives.

“Now be careful you two. We don't want to ruin our training with a real murder, we already have enough trouble at bay.” You quirk your eyebrow to Loki from Steve's words.

“See, you fool?” You make sure to make your hands a bit reddish with your powers now, warm enough to burn as you touch him, but not enough to be perceptible to others that you're using pyrokinesis. “No killing.”

Loki sees your little trick, he can feel your magic as you're close, and purposefully makes his hands colder too, he could only hope they didn't turn blue.

As you go for the first attack he hisses from the burn, he grabs your wrist and you feel the freezing touch on your skin.

“Oww!” You jump from the cold and feel the needle pricking sensation on your flesh. You gasp as you point accusing him. “Cheater! You're using ice powers! I didn't even know you had these.”

“You get caught unaware and assume I'm cheating now?” You take the moment of his distraction, and jump to fight him in another hurried way, like a wild beast.

He catches you by your hips while you keep hitting his head with your fists giving very burning sensations. Nothing truly harmful, so it doesn't step the limits.

He complains and winces from the touch. “We should agree on no pyrokinesis, to keep the battle fair.”

“Am I hurting the little prince?” You manage to ask, smiling devilishly as he still holds you up, attempting to take you off of him. 

“You truly are an annoying little imp, aren't you?” You feel the softness behind those words, your attacks now getting less intense. The others don't stop their training, you keep your focus on Loki's moves.

He manages to push you off of him with a blast of his green seidr, you fall on one of the comfortable mats on the floor, proper for practical fighting. 

You giggle as your body hits the ground, you give a thumbs up to him as you cradle your lower stomach. “Good one, man, you got me.” 

Loki doesn't know why he feels this… guilt as he watches you, the same position, you, on the floor. Quite the same as earlier but now your words rang in his ears.

You don't know why he's standing there like a fish left in thought, but you take the moment to lift yourself with easy flexibility, giving a superhero stance as you run towards him again.

Your powers make him hit the wall, he grunts and gives you a smile.

“Didn't hurt. Is this the best your powers can do?”

“I told you, I could kill you if I use them too much, be careful.” You tease and feel the magic tingling your veins, it excites you whenever you can use it freely like this. You were almost jumping like a kid from excitement.

“As much as magic may be a fascinating sight,” Natasha says, and you turn to face her. “Please, don't break anything in the way.” 

Bruce was sitting on a little chair as he spoke up. “Yeah, preferably everything in place.”

Loki grabs your arm and twists your body with his to the ground, hovering you again, and licking his lips. You feel the shock to your core as you look up his eyes, he gulps as he looks down into yours.

“Don't turn your back to your enemy, you really do need the training lessons.” 

You smile. “Well, I don't have to practice. I don't need to.” You easily turn his body around, pinning him down this time. 

He hungrily gazes your figure up on him, straddling him, then he catches your eyes again.

“See? I can do anything I want, sometimes you tend to forget.” You wink and press yourself closer to his chest, almost reaching his mouth as you speak.

“This doesn't look like the usual training we have around here,” Tony mutters, peeking from the open door. “This is why I don't participate in these things.”

You lick your lips and move to guide Loki's body up with you, he relents and attaches his hand to yours as you two move to stand up.

Once it's done, you stare at the sight of your hands together, you twist it a little, like a creature facing something unusual, analyzing it. It's not something you usually do. 

Nobody really ever held your hand, even in a situation as casual as this was.

He untangles his hands from yours. You feel the wish you could grab it back.

“Let's keep training.”

“Who do you train with?” You ask Thor, taking a breath from your training with Loki.

“With Loki, but you stole him from me,” he says, not very seriously, smiling at you and handing you a bottle of water. “My brother and I fight together all the time, it's almost tradition between us at this point. He's the only match for my Asgardian strength.”

It feels comforting to see the familiarity behind Thor's words, he's really nostalgic as he talks of his experiences of battle and training practices with his brother. 

“But it's great to see an equal match to him, one that shares magical abilities too,” he continues.

“It's rare those moments that you come to compliment me or my skill set,” Loki snickers at his brother. 

“I always speak the world of you,” Thor's words felt too honest, too impactful to a level you felt you were interrupting something personal about him, and his family.

You're in awe, his brother truly loves him.

But who are you to say anything to Loki? You know how he must feel. Left to always be the one in second place, his brother destined to have the throne.

Your eyes glance at the others still in action, your muscles ready to continue the fighting but you take the time to ponder your thoughts.

That's why Loki must be so restricted, so distrusting. He questions your every move, just because of your nature. 

You don't want to take Thor's side and tease Loki's moodiness, besides, it's not really your business, you don't know what they've been through.

“Do you want to train with him a little? We can keep going later,” You offer to Thor, and say the second part to Loki.

“Are you really selling me like that?” Loki asks jokingly with a smile.

“Yes. It's a very easy deal,” You say, the golden brother laughs and pats Loki's back.

“Let's do some battle moves, just like the old times,” Thor moves to grab his weapon, Loki doesn't seem excited, but he definitely seems used to it as he readies himself. “Then you will show the lady your fighting techniques.” 

You smile at the two, glad to be an audience.

“Just know I'll be rooting for you!” You loudly tell Loki, he stops short on his steps, processing your words. Then, he quietly moves to prepare for the training with his brother.

Some hours later, you find yourself walking towards Stark's common lab to pester him.

“There's a lot of new people coming around,” You say, shrugging your shoulders as you share with Tony. “This is ridiculous, why so many? Why do you even need so many people around?”

“This tower doesn't stand by itself.”

“It actually does, that's how buildings are made.”

“No, no, stupid, I meant the work around here. S.H.I.E.L.D and the Stark Industries.” Tony brings up, checking some files. “You're just complaining because your brother is getting pampered by the media, it's a good thing, at least it covers your face from the news.”

“My face in the media should be a delight, humans should be grateful. AND, you should know better than to call me stupid,” you meekly threaten.

“You don't scare us.”

“Because I choose not to,” your voice is cold.

“Right,” he pretends not to care. “But what is the matter with that? Having many people around.”

You sigh loudly as you look out of the lab, unfortunately seeing that there's one of the female agents talking with Loki. A blonde, high-pitched voice woman.

“Like, who the fuck is she?” You point to the woman close to Loki.

“Oh, that's Clair. She's one of the best in the business.”

“I bet she is,” you angrily muster. “Such a pathetic human name.”

“She's also incredibly Christian, maybe that's just your demon side speaking,” you pout from Tony's words. 

“Cheer up, sis, no one's stealing your man from you.” Ediel shows up and you give him an angry stare.

The lab was usually chillier than the common areas of the Tower, you wondered why Tony felt the need to keep everything cold and so robotic-looking, but again, you're not the scientist here. 

“You shouldn't even be here,” you bring up. “All of your species are insufferable, always bringing up their noses where they weren't called.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tony swears, passing his hand down his face in disbelief, and clear annoyance. “Could you shut the fuck up? Honestly, I'll pay for you to leave the house.”

You smile impishly, tilting your shoulders up and down in joy. Still smiling even as you look over where Loki is.

“Deal.”

“Wait, what?” Tony is confused.

“I want to go out!” You plead like a child. “But I can't go by myself…” 

“Poor Loki,” Ediel looks at the ceiling to avoid your face. “Not only is being held hostage here but has to deal with you and your possessiveness.”

A tilt of your wrist has his voice disappearing, surprising Stark with the sudden use of your magic like that. 

Ediel touches his throat and tries to figure out what's wrong with his vocal cords, because you've removed it with magic.

“Finally, some peace,” you sigh, then smile to leave their presence, moving towards the loud lady bugging Loki with her presence.

“Loki!” You call loudly, interrupting with a shake of your hand eagerly through the air. “Loki! Loki!”

He almost rolls his eyes, but holds back a smile. 

“Pardon,” he whispers to Clair. As you reach over, he puts his hand close to your stomach to stop you in your steps. He says your name. “Don't do–”

“Who are you?” You ask the woman whom you already know the name of, the sparkle in your eyes holding fake politeness. 

“Don't do anything irrational,” Loki's low tone orders, his timbre almost vibrating through your brain like a purr of a kitten, but he seems a bit too serious when he says these words. “Please, I know you.”

You gape at him and put a hand over your chest. Looking at the girl who's sheepishly looking back at you, shy now. 

She introduces herself calmly, you nod to recognize it but still pay more attention to Loki's insinuation.

“I'm not going to do anything, such a lack of trust! You need some therapy, man,” again, he sighs off, from the term, squishing his eyes shut now. “Therapy, some talking would do you good, for sure.” 

He passes his hand over his face in annoyance, you close your arms around him. He just puts his hand on your arm to steady you. 

“I'm a god, I don't need these things, a Midgardian giving me tips on how to live my life,” you're surprised he doesn't push you away, just keeps his hand over your arm, so you can look up from his chest.

He looks down at you to see you talk.

“Do they have therapy in Asgard?” 

“We do, we're just too proud to face it sometimes.”

“So that's just a general experience then. Good to know,” you don't want to waste his good mood too much.

Clair's just shamefully trying to move away to leave you two alone, trying to sneak out. You could only chuckle, the sound muffling against Loki's chest.

“You drove her away,” he states, not sounding harsh or upset. His hand caresses your back now, he also pushes your hair behind your ears. 

“I tend to do it a lot.”

“They're scared of you.”

“I know that too,” you could hear his heartbeat. “Do you know we're allowed out?” He knits his eyebrows, surprised, maybe it's a lie.

“How?”

“I tricked Stark, I think,” he can't hold back his smile from your sentence. 

In Asgard, Thor was the one that was considered the role model, Loki always tried to be like him. 

He recognized from an early age that his methods and thinking were too different from his brother's, it upset him, even his sense of humor contained more wit and tricks, his tricks would always bring the fun to the scenes most of the time.

It was somewhat devilish from the Asgardians perspective, the tricks, Loki wasn't naturally aware of how socially devious his pranks were.

Thor was always the one being praised, the more he tried to copy that, the lonelier he felt when he didn't receive the same treatment. 

The tricks felt like an escape, something that's his, his magic did that too. The mischief suddenly didn't come only for battle tactics or parties, or to call for the attention of his parents.

It became part of him, it grew within him, he couldn't get it away. To a point, he became known to it. Everybody knew of his tricks and lies, they grew popular and infamous. 

There were a lot of problems that came with being popularly known as a trickster, obviously. But altogether, it felt quite lonely. 

Something he thought to be inherently linked with being a trickster, and the God of Lies: you get no one's trust, no one sticks with you, he should grow used to loneliness.

His mother was the only one who's always seen him in a different light, even if it's difficult for Loki to admit— and he isn't going to say this outloud; but he knows she loves him. She loves him, she motivated him to learn more magic, she's one of the only people who could find the fun in some of his harmless tricks. She often says she's proud of his intellect, respecting him for all his individuality. 

She's the only person he resented not seeing from this deal of having to stick to Midgard. She's the only one he truly misses when he thinks of home.

His mind often convinces him most of the time that all she did was out of guilt, for lying to him for his entire life. 

He doesn't know why he feels so sour, that's why he's refusing to think too much about home lately.

But you?

Your bright eyes locking with his, he could only hope you don't hear the quick pounding in his chest. 

You came into his life with all he's been criticized for in his life, sharing it with him and not feeling ashamed of it for even a second. And for the first time, he's found someone who truly seems to admire all the powers he has, who shares the same mischief as him. A demon.

He never knows what to do with this information, he doesn't know what to think, it's like a huge barrier prevents him from trusting you. 

Whenever he thinks too much about your trustworthiness, the reminders of his time under Thanos' grip hit him like the blade of a sharp knife. He could still feel the phantom pains from the bubbling heat burning his skin, from the chains holding him as he tries to remember how it feels like to be safe.

And he'd often try to forget how painful the lies they told hurt him, he tried to think of home, searching for a feeling of safety, but it'd only bring him further down his pain, it would stick inside and mix with something traumatic, and bitter.

It's difficult, he still doesn't feel free. The nightmares make that, you make him doubt your loyalty, what if he wakes up one day and he's still there? 

Out there, dehydrating and begging for peace in his mind, feeling his bones weaken under his usually so tough skin. It still gives him goosebumps, he swallows in anxiety.

His hand is still on your back, you're curiously looking up at him. 

“Too deep into his own thoughts for me to see it,” you think, you're not so sure you, actually, wish to read his mind.

“Earth to Loki?” You ask. He brings his gaze to you again.

“Unfortunately, I'm still on this godforsaken planet,” you laugh.

“I'm going to make sure we can go out.”

“As in, like, from the Tower? Forever?”

“I was thinking just for like, a park or something,” you pretend to think. “But yeah, we can discuss escaping later. I have my ways.”

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I thought you might want to check out a video by Nerdrotic on YouTube, Loki Humiliated Yet Again. It's just 8 minutes long, and they go over the pie eating scene in season 2 Ep. 2, and how Loki used to be badass and a formidable presence, and how pitiful and diluted he has become. They also make a good point by pointing out that this is still supposed to be Avengers Loki who just carried out the NY invasion a few days ago? And how he is so nonchalant and blase about it, there's no weight or gravitas to what he's saying. They also bring up another good point that this is proof yet again that the writers and the MCU no longer care about the previous movies or these characters, or the fans of them. They're using these shows to completely trash what came before.

I know you're not watching season 2 (I'm not either), but it's little comforting to know that there are people out there beyond tumblr and fandom that understand how we feel. Thank you!

You're welcome, dear! Video for the lazy:

What can I say, I agree with them. That scene of the shadows kind of reminded me of President Loki in S1. I had been so disappointed during the season, looking at TVA Loki and wondering "who the hell is this guy?", and I vividly remember seeing President for the first time and thinking "OMG That's Loki, there he is!". Like, I genuinely thought the variant we had been seeing was a different Loki and the President was IW Loki, I even expected them to confirm him as such... but they never did, of course.

I don't mind him sitting down and (not) eating pie, it's his way of speech and what he's saying. I have no interest in seeing anything right now that openly laughs and mocks what came before. If we're watching the MCU now is only because we liked what came before and it attracted us enough to come for more. The last thing we want is for these new writers to mock the previous phases, this lack of sincerity is exhausting.

For us, seeing Loki throw Stark off the window is funny? Hell yeah, it is. And Stark's comments were hilarious too. But in-universe is NOT the same. Loki would not and should not be talking about it that way. Where's the guilt if he's truly remorseful? Where's the shame that he failed the invasion? And, this is crucial, he saw in the Time Theatre that that failure meant his death at the hands of Thanos. Why, if in S1E1 he openly laughed at his "glorious purpose" after seeing the scene of his death, is he now talking about the NYC invasion like "yeah well, whatever, I threw Stark off the window, what a time that was". WTF?!

Can you imagine TDW Loki talking about the invasion like that? The scene he has with Odin at the beginning of that movie (that I swear is my favourite Loki moment in the MCU, I like it even more than the relic scene in Thor1) and Loki looking at Odin and speaking this way "Yeah dude, I totally threw him off the window".

I get the feeling there's a misplaced belief in current Marvel (except for James Gunn, bless his soul) that something humorous has to be superficial, edgy and/or as sassy as possible. And I'm blaming the hell out of Ragnarok for that.

That scene (that I hadn't seen until now, holy shit, who is that guy? I don't see Loki there at all) has the feel of a teenager at high school talking to a friend about a TikTok video. He had been mindfucked by Thanos, that alone would mean talking about it would mess with him greatly, especially when Loki always had an issue with the loss of control of his own body (taken by Odin, had his physiology changed against his will, Thanos messing with his head, later imprisoned).

Ugh, I hate it. I miss TDW Loki. And I miss TDW Thor. I just miss the TDW so much.

#take me back to the timeline where the Thor trilogy was never retconned and Ragnarok was done well

[ghostedgwen]

[4] p.parker tiktok blurb 

note : yes I’m still making these and I have at least 3 more drafted so have fun being annoyed by these <3

You call Peter by the wrong name to see his reaction

You'd think with the amount of times you've pranked him before - he'd catch on to this one, it but proved to be simple enough to catch him off-guard. And it probably happens to other people on a normal day.

Peter just got home from work and he's eating dinner with you before he goes off to patrol. It was a routine to spend time together despite both of you leading busy lives and it was a good compromise.

He'd come in with take-outs if you didn't inform him beforehand that you cooked and you two would talk about your day over the meal.

He brought Japanese food and you two are sat on your living room floor, using the coffee table and comfortably talking about what happened at work.

"I swear he hates me so much it's almost suspicious because I've never done anything to the guy." Peter shrugs, slurping his noodles with a light pout.

"Who knows? He might secretly be a villain with a grudge." You joked and he rolled his eyes at that.

"Very unlikely, my senses would've told me."

"Oh yeah - I keep forgetting you have weird tingle thing." He makes a face at the word 'tingle' and you chuckle, holding your hand out. "Sam, baby, can you pass me that bowl? I wanna try that one with my soup."

Peter went to grab said bowl but paused, holding it mid-air and keeping your stretched out hand waiting while he frowned from where he sat. You bite the insides of your cheek to keep from laughing and put on a frown.

He looks like he had been told Thor is not the most beautiful man he's ever met, with the way his forehead wrinkled, eyebrows stitched together and his bottom lip sticking out.

"The bowl?" You ask, your voice strained as you try not to laugh.

"What'd you call me?" He asks, hesitance lacing his voice.

"I said 'baby', why are you being weird?" You lean forward to grab it but he pulled away. "Give me my food."

"No, no food for you," Peter shakes his head and holds it farther away from you. "Who's Sam?"

"Sam? I don't know any Sam." Which is the truth - you really didn't.

"Baby, who's Sam?" He asked and you shrug.

"I don't know."

"Baby, who's Sam? You called me Sam."

He spoke so softly now, he looked both confused and scared and he spoke very softly that you immediately felt bad. But he also looked really cute all pouty so you thought to keep it going even just for a bit.

"I didn't call you Sam, what do you mean?"

Peter pauses for a few seconds, heaving a sigh and looking back at you. "Baby, who's Sam?"

You couldn't help the chuckle from escaping you because he looks really cute right now. "I told you, I don't know any Sam."

"Okay - honest mistake then. . . " But he still looked bothered despite his curt nod and reluctant acceptance of your responses. You immediately get up and jump on it, wrapping your arms around him while laughing.

"I'm sorry - there really is no Sam." You laugh and start peppering his face with kisses. He soon replaced the pout with a smile and he adjusts you on his lap. "You're the only dork in my life."

He laughs at that and you pull away to stare at him. "You scared me. But I did think it could've been a slip of tongue, it happens."

"You're so sweet," you gag jokingly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sam." He mocked and you flick his forehead.

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read Chapter 21 here

Chapter 22

Summary : After Loki breaks your heart, you both part your ways , but will fate bring you two closer again?

Warning : Mentions of abuse, talk of sex

He turned around to look at Thor and he was smirking, he didn't want to create a scene out here by beating him to a pulp so he walked over to him calmly.

"Stay away from her, understand? And stop calling her my girlfriend, she means nothing to me" He warned thor and lied to him in addition but his threats only egged him further,

"If she's not your girlfriend and as you said means 'nothing' to you, then why shouldn't I have fun with her?" As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth he grabbed thor by the collar, and made him stand up.

"Because she's a decent girl, and I swear on your 'good for nothing' father that if you'd ever dare to get around her again, I'll forget that we used to be brothers once" He told Thor in a quiet but serious tone, hoping the message would be sent across.

Thor grabbed Loki's hands in his own and pulled him off his collar "Stay in your limit little brother, you don't want to pick a fight with me only to lose like you have always lost" he chuckled and loki glared at him,

"Try me thor, I am not 14 anymore" He's not the wimpy kid he used to be, he's not weak anymore, he can fight. 

"Oh is that a challenge? A challenge should have a wager too right? Then come fight me loki, fight me and win, if I lose I'll disappear out of your life but if you lose again, you'd tell me where mother is and I'll take her with me" Loki's eyes flickered as he heard thor, he wanted to nurse his ego but also had to keep his mother safe from Odinson. But If he wins he can do both.

"Fine, pick a time and a location, I'll be there" Thor smiled as he heard Loki, he fell right into the trap Thor set for him "My guys will contact Heimdall then" Thor winked at Loki and he took two steps, he hates Odin and his son with passion, he would never allow them to get to his mama or you.

"Stay away from her" He warned thor and he chuckled in response

"I am staying away, I am forced to, I don't even know where you're hiding her brother" he said as he picked up his duffel bag from the couch. 

"I am talking about y/n" Loki looked at him, Thor could see the emotion he held for this woman. An emotion he has never seen before in his brother's gaze, only hurt, rage and anger.

"Oh come on, you know she's not my type, I like my women, tall, remember Darcy? Ophelia's daughter? She used to work as a maid in our house and you had a cute little crush on her but I got to fuck her instead" he winked at loki and Loki clenched his fist in a ball. He was so close to hitting him 

"Get lost thor" 

Thor snickered as he heard and turned to leave but then retraced his steps back to him to say something that has been in his mind and since he took this journey with you.

"By the way that birdy of yours is awfully loyal to you, didn't say a word against you during the journey and trust me I tried all the tactics, makes a man like me wonder why would she do that? You chose well" he walked off after that sentence, leaving Loki even more perplexed about you than he already was.

As Loki laid down on his bed, he thought about what Thor said about you. You were upset with him but you still didn't sell him out, didn't tell Thor where he was even though heimdall told you about their whereabouts. You cared about him, you trusted him and he broke you like that.

 He's not any better than Jack or Odin, His palm itched to pick up his phone and he wanted to call you but he had done enough damage. He thought about how cute you acted around him the whole day, how pretty you looked underneath him, he wanted to break his rule for you again and again, he didn't even care about it anymore, not with you, he didn't want to leave you today but he can't date you, or love you like that. He wouldn't know how, he would only hurt you more.

And you would never understand why he is the way he is, you'd get hurt by him and accept an apology, but the words would never come out of his mouth. You'd expect gifts and flowers and romantic gestures from him on your birthday, and he would probably just wish you and go on his way, you'd expect a marriage and kids and just the thought of that makes him want to run away somewhere. 

He had several fears and he was scared out of his mind. What if he cheats on you? What if he hurts you in an irrevocable manner someday, the way Odin hurt his mother, the way he hurt his mama like that. 

He won't be able to live with himself if he ever lay a finger on you that's not raised with sexual intention, what if he gets drunk and angry and hurt you like that? Like Odin did?

 He missed you, he missed your warmth and your touch, you must be so hurt but what would he even say to you now? He can't be just friends with you, it's not possible, especially after last night, it's impossible for him to look at you and be around you and not bury himself deep inside you until you're both satiated.

Sad truth is he didn't even want to stop there, he wanted to hold you and cuddle you and kiss you all night and day. If he was around you right now, you'd end up in his arms and In his bed, again and again, he'd end up inside you and friends don't do that. 

He tried to get an hour of sleep before his flight but he couldn't, thoughts of your sad hurt face when he pushed you away plagued him, why did he even come here to hurt you further? He picked up his phone after much dwelling and typed a text for you.

It won't undo what he did but hopefully you'll understand his side, and he didn't want you to think that he left because you were bad in bed or something, you already had such insecurities about it because of Jack, he would never want to add to it. Would never want his birdy to feel that way.

After loki left you couldn't stop crying, he wasn't your boyfriend you knew that, you also knew that he would never be one, he told you that again and again, but you didn't expect him to act the way he did, you couldn't help but blame yourself and your neediness, maybe he was too nice to tell you that you sucked, that he didn't enjoy the night, maybe he just didn't want to hurt you like jack did by being utterly honest.

As you felt your phone vibrating you picked it up quickly and you had a dm from loki, you didn't want to open it, you didn't want to seem more desperate and humiliate yourself further but at the end curiosity killed the cat 

What's wrong with him? Why would he hurt you like that and then send you that? It didn't make you feel any better than before, only worse.

 You didn't respond to his text that day, and after that he didn't get in touch with you either, you both moved on and pretended as if the other didn't exist. Well he did, or so you assumed, even after three months, you didn't forget that passionate night you spent all wrapped around him, the reminder of that night still made your toes curl. 

You had an audition for the show Mack told you about and you have been rehearsing with him everyday, but Loki even ruined the song for you, everytime you heard the song starting you couldn't help but think about him and how he moved around with you like a pro, how he made you feel things you only read about in romance novels and watched in movies. He ruined you and then he left like nothing happened.

You did stalk him on Instagram but he didn't update anything after that day, from gossip mills you heard that Thor challenged him to participate in MMA battle of the year thingy and Loki agreed, you didn't know what was brewing between them and you were not interested either. That was only half the truth though. 

Jack did try to contact you when he came to Cleveland to see his parents but you didn't want to see his face so you denied him. Best thing you have ever done and the best thing Loki did for you was open your eyes when it comes to Jack. 

"Y/n you ready, let's perfect that turn today alright?" You heard mack's voice and you sighed again

Over and over I have looked into your eyes

Fucking fuck. Fuck you Loki.

After that day, Loki didn't bother you again, you didn't respond to his message and you shouldn't have after what he did, but he didn't forget you. Thor didn't ask him for one on one fight, he asked him to participate in MMA's battle of the year program, it requires you to clear 4 qualifying rounds plus a quarter final then a semi final and ultimately the final match, which thor boasted proudly that one of the spot is meant for him.

He has been in the finale and won for last 5 consecutive years, and As much as loki didn't want to do this, he wanted to thor to get a taste of dirt and defeat for once, so he agreed, besides he would be getting paid in hefty for each round he qualifies.

He was busy with his training, he tried to keep his mind off you, he fucked several women, sometimes more than one in a day so he wouldn't think about you but you sneaked your way into his thoughts in the most random ways.

Everytime he went to a club, every girl would remind him of you dancing on his lap, if he heard someone giggling he would only think of how adorable you sounded when you did it, cans of whipped cream haunted him, everytime he got hurt he would think of you nursing him, everytime he thrusted inside someone he would think of your warm wet heavens forsaken walls wrapped around him. You ruined him.

The battle always took place in LA instead of New York and  he would always send his mama on vacation everytime Thor was in LA, he kept his eyes on that snake. But since he was going to be there this time, he wanted to stay close to her. She's all he has too. 

Still 4 months left until the first qualifier round and that gave him a lot of time to practice, and finess his moves to perfection. He had to defeat Thor this time. Anyhow. 

He hoped Thor didn't bother you after that day. He often wanted to get in touch with you, in every way he could, but he controlled his urges, he can't put you through more pain and confusion then he already did.

"Mack I need snacks, I'm hungry" You were all set for the auditions tomorrow and you were nervous as hell, if you clear this audition you would be selected for the next round, this competition could be your big break in the field and you wanted to be as focused as you could be. 

"Okay there's a store there, get whatever you want soon and then we can go to the studio I rented and practice more" you shook your head in yes, and you quickly stormed inside to get something, the long flight made you hungry and thirsty.

You were collecting everything you liked to munch on when you looked to the side, a lady on a wheelchair was trying to grab a packet of Doritos from the shelf that was too high for her to reach, she tried to pull one packet down but like a Domino everything else fell down on the floor and you could tell she was panicking so you walked over to her and tapped on her shoulder, 

"Ummm I can put it back, if you don't mind?" you asked her politely and she gave you a warm smile "Sure dear, thank you, I'm such a klutz sometimes" You felt as if you had seen her somewhere but you couldn't pinpoint where exactly, she was pretty enough to be on tv but her disability made you doubt that she was into that business. 

You grabbed the packets from the floor and placed it back on the shelf while you gave one to her "There you go, are you alone here?" You asked her and she smiled as she looked around. "No, actually my caretaker went to use the restroom and I just wanted to look around, don't get to do that much" she pointed towards her legs and you felt bad for her but you smiled. She seemed positive even in that condition. 

"Are you from here?" She asked you and you shook your head in no "I'm from Cleveland, here for a dance audition, I'm a dancer" you smiled and she smiled in revert as she thought about something

"I used to enjoy dancing too, used to take my son to his classes and learn from afar as he did, sometimes he would practice with me, my sweet boy, anyways, well I hope you will succeed and go ahead in the audition, I have faith in you that you'd do your best"

It hurt to know that she wasn't always like this, that's even worse if it makes sense, not that it isn't for those born like that, but in that moment you felt a sense of gratitude, you can't imagine your life like that, you're not that strong, dancing is the only thing keeping you sane and healthy, you can't imagine losing your legs like that. 

"Thank you, I hope so too" You didn't know her name and you felt awkward at the moment, but then she asked your name and it gave you an opportunity to ask for her name and for a second you wished you wouldn't have done that. 

"Frigga, my dear, my name is Frigga"

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[magecrafts]

I was wondering if you could write dark Agatha x trans guy reader I really like how you wrote her in your last fic, something dark and smutty please

a/n: the amount of times i stopped while writing and said "i don't know if i should be allowed to do this" is frankly fuckin bananas. this is kind of a lot. i apologize and uhhhh? you're welcome? (also maybe wrote the reader to look like thor but twinky but i swear it was an accident.)

mother knows best.

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ . . . MINORS DNI).

agatha x trans male reader ; your mother told you to stay away from agatha. you absolutely did not listen.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, legal age gap (reader is twenty-one, agatha is three-hundred-and-fucking-whatever), manipulative power dynamics, mommy kink, humiliation and degradation, choking, afab language, inappropriate use of magic, magic!tentacles, magic!cock, (magic!cum? honestly no idea), darkfic? yes?

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so! crossposted here on ao3.

You hear her brash laugh from across the party as she tells the bartender, “God, my husband is useless. I need a stand-in.”

She’s pretty in a terrifying sort of way, like if you get too close there’s no telling what could go wrong. Like approaching a field of land mines planted by your worst enemy.

You approach her anyway because she’s older than you and scary hot and you’ve got a one-track mind. And you’re fairly certain she’s the one your mother told you to stay away from (you’ve decided you’re on a rebellious streak as of right now because of, well, reasons). And maybe she does really want a stand-in for her ineffective husband.

Turns out she is, and turns out she does.

Turns out, too, that she’s far more than you bargained for.

Agatha Harkness is a witch.

And not the good kind.

And your mother never told you what to do if you ever met another witch, so you play dumb.

“A witch?” you ask with all the mild amusement you can muster. “Like — double double toil and trouble? Fire burn and cauldron bubble?”

The moment the words are out of your mouth something coils around your throat and cinches tight. Something purple and incorporeal that originates from the palm of Agatha’s hand.

For a moment you wonder why she wouldn’t just do that with her hand, but when she rolls her eyes at the feigned surprise on your face you realize that she only wanted to prove the truth of her confession to you.

You’re surprised she confessed at all — she knows who you are, everyone does; it’s a small town, and she probably knows, too, that her secret is not safe with you. You can pretend all you’d like that you’ve never touched anything magical in your life but Agatha sees right through you. Doesn’t take much longer for you to learn that she does not intend for you to remember her secret at all.

She leaves you like that for a bit — purple magic ebbing and constricting around your throat — while she fixes herself a drink. You’re in the living room of her home with the curtains drawn and a fire crackling in the hearth. She took you away from the party not even five minutes after you introduced yourself by first name only.

Whatever she’s got around your throat won’t budge. You try to free yourself while she’s out of the room; you pull at it with your hands, try to make it give way with your powers. Nothing. You struggle with it until you realize that it is not, in fact, hurting you at all. Even when it tightens it isn’t enough to steal your breath. For now it’s just a warning: enough to do real harm if she wills it to, but until then just a reminder.

It’s slightly worrisome that you aren’t afraid of what might happen to you. You’re a little fearful of the magic she wields, sure, because you haven’t seen its full potential, but you don’t fear for your life. In the back of your mind you’re still somewhat satisfied to be doing something your mother would hate.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Agatha says when she comes back, circling you like a lioness stalking her prey. “I’m going to have my merry way with you. You’ll have absolutely no say in what happens here tonight. And if you remember any of this when you wake up in the morning, well, sweetheart, then I’ve lost my touch.”

You nod. She smirks.

“I like this,” she says, tugging at the lapel of your jacket. “All handsome in black-tie.”

You dressed up for the party — black suit, black shirt, black tie, black vest — hoping to impress your boss. You aren’t sure it worked, but now you’re here, and Agatha’s approval is better anyhow.

“My, uh — my mom helped me pick it out,” you admit, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Right,” Agatha says, and suddenly the thing around your throat slithers away and fades to nothing. She drops down onto the couch and crosses her legs and beckons you to her side. “We should probably talk about that — your mother.”

You don’t have a single idea where she plans to go with this but you sit down beside her nonetheless.

“She doesn’t love you,” Agatha says, so simply, like you should know it already. Like it isn’t one of the cruelest things anyone’s ever said to you. She reaches for your tie and tugs on it, pulling you that much closer, saying, “Never has and never will. Not while she has those two perfect little boys to take up all of her time. What are their names again?”

“Tommy and—”

Agatha stops you with a pout that oozes false pity and makes you feel uncomfortably stupid. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, touching your cheek, your chin, then letting her hand fall to your chest. “I don’t actually care what their names are. It’s you I care about.”

You don’t quite know what to say to that.

“Me?”

She hums, freeing the buttons of your vest and slipping her hand underneath. One more layer and she’ll be right there on your skin, right there where no one’s ever touched you before. She tests the fabric of your shirt with her fingers, presses against your abdomen, dipping her fingertips between the buttons to catch her nails against your belly.

“I’ve been watching you.”

Again: “Me?”

Agatha rolls her eyes and twists her fingers, sending a tiny purple burst of magic straight up at your face. When you open your mouth to protest you find you no longer have the words. You don’t have any words at all anymore, turns out, because she’s gone and stolen your voice.

“That’s better,” she says, smiling, but you swear that for the briefest moment there is pure hatred in her eyes. And then it’s gone and the mocking pity is back, and now it’s seeping into her voice. “Do you want someone to care about you? To love you? Like a mother should?”

You hate that you actually have to think about it.

As far back as you can remember your mother has always been so occupied. Busy with this, busy with that, busy with your father (which, okay, you get, because they’re grossly in love, but still). And then she had your brothers and you felt like an old toy tossed aside for one that was shiny and new. You aren’t sure it’s fair to call it neglect because you never wanted for anything, never went to bed hungry. You had what you needed and you figured it was enough. You understood that babies were time-consuming, especially when there were two of them, and they grew so fast. Then they learned how to grow themselves and they grew even faster. When their other powers began to come in you were almost entirely cast aside.

Not even the fantastical things you were capable of were enough to pull your mother away from the twins for more than a few minutes.

Your father was better about paying attention to you, and still is, and you love him endlessly for it.

When you think about who you’d like to be in the future it is always him you think about. It helps that apparently you were made in his image, though not completely.

Your powers are much more like your synthezoid father’s than your witch mother’s. The Vision can manipulate his own density, mass, and weight at will; you can manipulate density, mass, and weight, too, but not your own. The Vision can phase through walls; you can alter the density of a wall so that it phases around you.

Tommy's abilities match Pietro’s. Billy’s, Wanda’s. The Vision is not human and the fact that your powers come from him make you wonder whether or not you yourself are truly human.

“There is no explanation, my son,” The Vision told you once, “other than perhaps the fact that before replicating the relationship she once had with her brother, your mother attempted to replicate what she saw in me.” He smiled fondly and ruffled your hair, a gesture he’d picked up from whatever sitcom Wanda had him watching. “If she did not allow you the exact abilities I myself possess it is only because she wishes you to be a man of your own.”

“But — Tommy and Billy,” you said, frowning. “Does she not want them to be men of their own?”

“Your mother misses her brother dearly,” your father said. “There is not a waking moment she does not spend wishing she could have saved him. Tommy is Pietro’s second chance at life.”

“And Billy?”

“I believe Billy might be a better version of Wanda herself.”

“Better?” You didn’t understand that. “He’s just a kid.”

Vision’s smile became sad then and he seemed to pause only because it was what a human might’ve done at a moment like that.

“Better, I believe, because he has not yet been allowed the opportunity to hurt anyone. A child’s innocence is invaluable, my son. I am proud that you have grown, but I do miss the days you would sit on my knee at the breakfast table and tell your mother and I all of the dreams you would one day achieve.”

You don’t remember that. In fact, you cannot remember anything that happened before the start of the year. You remember your twenty-first birthday, the cake in February with the yellow candles and each of your younger brothers, born only weeks before and already ten, eagerly awaiting the moment you blew them out so that they could eat their fill. You remember your father handing you the keys to a used car that roared like a lion when you started it up and was a little rusted around the edges but that you loved so much it might as well have been right off the lot. You remember him smiling proudly as you drove it out of the driveway for the first time. You remember ordering your first drink at a bar. You remember kissing a girl for the first time that very same night.

But before that?

Nothing.

You don’t remember high school.

Or middle school.

Or growing up. At all.

All of your memories are of the past year and nothing more. And very few of the ones involving your mother are any good.

So you look at Agatha and nod because yes, you want that. Desperately.

“Good,” she says, gently scratching beneath your chin. “Mommy’s always wanted a perfect little boy of her own.”

It’s all downhill (uphill? you’re still not sure) from there.

She doesn’t give you your voice back because she likes it better when you can’t speak, which is fine, and she doesn’t give you so much as an inch of freedom because everything is better in her world when she’s pulling the strings, which is also fine. What’s less fine is that everything is on her time and you’re growing increasingly desperate.

It scares you a little, how willingly you go along with all of it, although you aren’t certain she’d stop if you weren’t willing. You got yourself into this and you plan to see it through. Whatever it takes, even if it involves Agatha teasing you silly and ridiculing your every reaction.

She strips you of your jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch. The vest goes next. Then the tie. When she starts unbuttoning your shirt you remember that you might actually have something to worry about in this situation, but without a voice there isn’t a thing you can think to do.

When she figures out exactly what you are, when your shirt falls open and she sees the twin scars snaking across your chest, she just looks at them for a moment.

“So that’s what you’re hiding.”

You shiver, exhaling heavily as she traces the scars with her thumbs. Her hands are cold and buzzing with magic that feels an awful lot like static electricity. It’s less overwhelming when her hands don’t linger in one spot, when she coasts them over your abdomen to familiarize herself with the parts of you already on display, letting them wander up your sides, over your chest, and down your arms. But you like it best when she drops her hands to your ass and pulls you against her like that, with her fingertips digging in and dangerously close to tearing your slacks.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a damn thing,” she tells you, close enough that you feel her words on your lips as she speaks them. “I’m going to take care of everything. All you need to do is be a good boy and take it; you don’t even have to think. Can you do that for me? For mommy?”

You nod and yeah, you think, you really can, because she’s kneading your ass and pressing her tits up against your chest and all you can think about is how easy it’s going to be to spread your legs and let her take the thing you’ve never gotten close to giving anyone before.

For a moment, when she drops back onto the couch and pulls you onto her lap, you think she’s going to kiss you. Wishful thinking, maybe, because she’s got your face in her hands and she’s gently scratching through your close-cropped beard but then she’s pushing her hands into your long hair and the length makes it so easy for her to take a fistful and yank your head back. With a twist of her fingers a writhing tendril of purple magic slithers from her hand and prods at your lips, pushing into your mouth with patient determination. Its head is blunt and smooth and fits perfectly between your lips. You don’t know what you were expecting it to feel like but the thing in your mouth is soft and surprisingly warm and vibrates gently as it presses down on your tongue. You’re drooling before you know it, leaking spit from the corner of your mouth as the thing between your lips swells to keep them spread open. As it slides in deeper, pushing for your throat, you gag and sputter and hot tears spring to your eyes.

“Have you never sucked a cock before?”

Is that what this is?

You shake your head, blinking the tears from your eyes.

“Breathe through your nose,” Agatha says, petting your thighs and pulling your knees to either side of her lap. You do as she says and it gets a little bit easier. “That’s a good boy.”

Nothing else gets easier.

Agatha keeps your mouth stuffed full of her magic as she undoes your slacks and slips a hand inside. You’re wet enough that it’s soaked through your snug boxer briefs and the shockwave of arousal that shoots through you when she grinds her palm against your clit is staggering. It’s enough to make your hips twitch and press down against her in search of more.

“No one’s ever touched you here, have they?”

You shake your head again.

She takes you to her bedroom and lays you out on her bed, peeling off your slacks and pushing your legs apart. By now she’s got another tendril of magic wound around your wrists that digs into your skin and leaves your hands tingling for the lack of circulation, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when she’s between your thighs and tearing a hole in the seat of your boxers to bare you to her. It’s cold without the fire, your skin is prickled with goosebumps, and there’s something incorporeal and unfathomable keeping your thighs propped open. You couldn’t close them if you tried, though there’s nothing purple that you can see to lay the blame on. There is only Agatha, looking down at you with pity in her eyes and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile.

“You’re a big boy,” she coos, slapping you between your thighs and pulling on your slick, hormone-enlarged clit. It’s harsh and it stings and despite that you still feel yourself begin to throb. “Now how how do you want mommy to fuck your virgin pussy first?”

She gives you two options: one of her “obedient little friends” like the one in your mouth, or a hyper-realistic cock that she brings to life with magic and fuses to her body very much like the real thing (if the real thing leaked purple pre-cum and had veins that slithered along its length like live snakes).

Then she reminds you that you don’t actually get to have an opinion on the matter and spreads your cunt with her fingers and fucks into you for the first time with a wriggling magical tentacle. When that word comes to mind, when Agatha takes your virginity for herself, ruining you for everyone else to come, you flush and shiver and attempt to squirm away only to be shocked into immobility as the thing in your pussy pulses and begins to grow until pulling away from it would only stretch you further and you’re not sure you’re ready for that.

Agatha doesn’t stop you from squirming in place as inch by inch she fills you with magic, but she does laugh at you for your red cheeks and your drooling mouth and the pathetic tears in your eyes as she steals your innocence.

You feel so full so fast and with Agatha standing over you at the foot of the bed there’s little more you can do than exactly what she wants you to: lay there and take it. You don’t even have to think about it.

“That’s enough of that,” she says as soon as you’re starting to get used to it, the stretch and the fullness and the shame of being held open and fucked for the first time by a woman you aren’t even supposed to be talking to. The tentacles slip out of you and disappear back into Agatha’s hand and with them gone you’ve never felt so empty.

Your jaw is sore, your cunt is wet and messy, and you still don’t have your voice or the use of your hands. Trapped as you are beneath the will and want of a powerful witch, all you feel is bliss and desperation; bliss for the tingling heat tearing through your body and desperation for something to stuff you full again.

You don’t have to wait long for it.

Agatha crawls onto the bed and settles between your spread legs, coasting her hands down your trembling thighs until she reaches your cunt and pries it open with her thumbs, inspecting the stretched out hole nestled between your pink lips.

“I’ve never met a boy with such a tiny cock,” she teases, pinching your clit and giving it a tug that sends a dull throb straight through you. “If it were big enough maybe mommy would let you fuck her.”

You don’t think she would even if it was.

“But since it isn’t,” she goes on, letting a hand drift up to lay on your belly, “I’ll just have to fuck you with mine instead.”

It’s big. And thick. And you can’t tear your eyes away from the slithering veins that move along it. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize that it might not fit.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she mutters, lazily stroking her cock and nudging the tip of it against your clit. “Don’t you worry about that. Mommy will make it fit.”

Your eyes go wide.

Agatha rolls hers.

“Yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. But no, I can’t read minds like your mother. I hear concepts, sweetheart, not actual thoughts.”

A small relief, you think.

“Sure it is,” she says, smirking. “Now — quiet. Mommy’s going to put her nice big cock in your messy hole and she doesn’t want to hear a thing from your stupid little head other than how grateful you are to finally have a mommy who takes care of you the way she should.”

Agatha fists her cock and presses up against your empty cunt. Even just the head stretches you further than her tentacle did. She’s warm and thick and invasive inside you and even if you wanted to say something you can’t recall the most basic of vocabulary. She goes slowly at first, maddeningly so, and plants her hands on your thighs and pushes your knees back toward your chest to spread you open that much more as she forces you open around her cock.

The second she’s all the way in she releases your legs and drops forward, clamping a hand around your throat as she fucks into you lazily, squeezing your breath away as she draws her cock out just to push right back into you. The tentacle was longer, but she’s thicker, and it feels like you’re going to break, like she is going to break you. At least you’re wet, you think, embarrassingly so, enough that you coat her length in shiny slick and there’s still so much left over that it spills from your hole and dampens the sheets beneath you.

She doesn’t fuck you with any rhyme or reason, no, her pace is deliberately uneven and shifts back and forth beteween frustratingly slow and torturously brutal. You like it better when she’s rough, when she drags out to the tip and pounds back into you deep enough that a bump rises in your belly with each thrust.

“Such a pretty boy,” she says, dragging her nails down your stomach. “All stretched out on mommy’s big cock and taking it so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? To have your pussy fucked open and used over and over again until it’s weeping and ruined and no one else can ever fill you like I can?”

If that’s all you’re good for, you think, at least you’re good at taking it.

Then Agatha pulls out of you without warning and manhandles you onto your belly. She frees your hands only to restrain them once more, this time behind your back. Another tentacle lashes out of her hand and snakes around your throat, but she holds on to it, leashing you.

“You don’t get to decide what you’re good at,” she spits out, yanking you up onto your knees, and without the support of your hands your upper half tumbles down and for a moment, with your face smothered in a pillow, you can’t breathe, but Agatha fixes that with a yank on your leash that wrenches your head back. “You’re just a hole for mommy to stuff her cock into and fill up with cum — understand?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, just forces her way back into you and you swear that this time it’s bigger. “Good.”

Wait.

She’s going to—?

But you can’t finish that thought. You can barely remember your name because Agatha’s coming inside of you and the only thing you can think about is how full you are and how wet and messy it feels between your legs now that you’re full of her cock and her cum. And god, you can’t stop clenching, willing her deeper inside of you as you tumble over the edge and for the first time in your life see stars behind your eyes. You don’t have anything to compare it to because you’ve never felt anything like it in your life. All you know is that it’s good, it’s warm, and good god, she’s still fucking you.

She rolls you onto your side and the leash around your neck fizzles away into nothing. Then the binds around your wrists go, too, and you’re grabbing at the sheets as Agatha lifts your leg and tells you to look.

So you do.

Watching her thick cock slip in and out of your puffy pink pussy is one thing, but watching her fuck her own cum into your hole is entirely another. The fact that it’s purple and smeared all over your thighs is nothing. You’ve seen weirder things. But you’ve never seen anything quite as nice as your pussy stuffed with the first cock you’ve ever taken.

“Dumb little baby’s only good for getting fucked full of mommy’s cum, isn’t he?”

You nod, eyes falling shut as Agatha’s movements slow to a stop. Wracked with tremors, your breath shaky, you clench involuntarily as your body trembles again and again and again.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks almost gently as she settles behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle to keep you close. “To have a mommy nice enough to take care of her little boy?”

You don’t have time to think anything at all before you’re falling asleep with Agatha’s cock buried in your cunt.

Sometime in the night she disperses the magic and when you wake up in the morning you’re achingly empty but still wet and sticky and you slip into the shower before she can wake up to send you home all dirty.

As you walk home, the sun slowly rising on sleepy Westview, you realize that Agatha was never actually going to make you forget a thing, no, because remembering everything is much worse. She wants you to go home to your mother with a head full of filth — Agatha pushing past your lips with a shimmering tentacle born of magic, her hands in your hair, yours bound behind your back, ass in the air, that stupid magical cock she conjured out of nowhere and spent half the night filling you with until you were positive you’d be leaking purple for the next month — because it’s next to impossible to keep secrets in the Maximoff household and she wants more than anything for Wanda to happen upon your thoughts and see just how thoroughly Agatha has ruined her perfect little boy.

Maybe you should’ve listened to your mother.

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[worstloki]

Loki was sitting on a bed, staring with with almost lifeless eyes at the bed sheets he held fisted tight in his hands. Any second now...

As if summoned by Loki's thoughts, a figure popped into existence, all glowing blue skin and blue eyes dark as he walked over to Loki's still form.

Tess said nothing even as he sat down and wrapped his arms around Loki who didn't resist the comforting gesture, turning into Space's side.

"How are you feeling?" Tess asked finally once Loki was settled comfortably.

Loki tried to figure that out. He had been for over a year or so now. He wasn't sure entirely how much time had passed. If he was honest, he'd say he felt nothing. Empty and numb.

He didn't say that, only shrugged. It wasn't like he could lie. If he did, Tess would find out the truth from Soul who only needed to touch Loki's skin to find out what he was feeling and had done so before even when Loki had insisted on her to stop.

'For your own safety,' was all she said before violating his thoughts and feelings.

"Are you unhappy?" Tess asked with a slight frown, interrupting Loki's thoughts. "Is something wrong?"

'Yes,' Loki thought as he squeezed his eyes shut tight and shook his head.

Tess wasn't convinced. He never was. "If there is something you need or want, you can always ask us. We'll do whatever you need to be happy. You know we will."

Loki did know. That's what frightened him. He was scared to speak a word around them all anymore for the exact reason that they'd do anything neccessary for his own wellbeing.

They had killed Thanos after everything the Mad Titan had put Loki through to force him to attack New York to get Tess from those Midgardian's.

Power had been the one to bring back Thanos' decapitated head to Loki with the assurances that the Titan had suffered greatly before he died. Loki had both felt relieved and sick as he stared at Thanos' mutilated head, barely recognizable that if he hadn't been told it was Thanos he would never have guessed so.

Loki had been foolish to think it was a one time thing. He told himself they were all simply protective of him was all.

And Loki hadn't been lying. They all were protective of him. Very much so.

It was when Loki had let slip Odin's neglect and the hurt Loki had felt for never feeling good enough that he found at how much power and damage his words could cause if he wasn't careful. Loki had nearly been sick when Reality came to him, tossing a single blue eyeball in his hand as he explained what they'd done to the old king before ripping the one good eyeball from his eye socket and shortly after, killing him.

Loki learned to shut his mouth around them all, afraid of what they'd do to anyone else Loki spoke of that had hurt him. Yes, he felt some satisfaction that they were no longer able to hurt him but he couldn't enjoy it when he knew what they had gone through before they died. He never asked for anyone to die.

But then Loki started getting hurt. When he fought in battle against enemies or simply because he hadn't been paying enough attention to what he was doing.

They didn't like it at all. They all hated seeing Loki hurt and after Time mentioning seeing a time where Loki had died, they got even more paranoid. So they took him away from it all to somewhere they promised he'd be completely safe.

Loki had been furious at first. They couldn't just take him away from his life! But they had and they only gave Loki sad smiles when he screamed at them about betrayal.

Loki had tried to hurt himself, just to show they couldn't always protect him but found it impossible. He threw his fists at the wall but there was in invisible barrier between him and the wall that made it impossible to connect his fist. He tried scratching at his arms but the same thing happened. He tried to 'accidentally' trip but he never hit the floor, simply floating until he lightly touched the floor.

He couldn't injure himself.

So he screamed and he raged and he demanded to be let out of the room they'd stuck him in but nothing. They visited all the time but they never let him out again.

His anger had turned to a deep depression where he'd sit on his bed or on the floor and stare at the door across the room that never opened. A cruel joke to him, having a door that he couldn't open.

His magic was practically useless wherever he was. He'd tried to use it, even against his lovers who never got angry when something was thrown at them but seemed even more sad each time it happened. He couldn't use his magic to leave.

He was trapped.

Eventually, Loki accepted that he couldn't escape. Not by himself at least. He calmed down at any rate which had pleased the stones though Loki felt deadened inside.

The depression had gotten even worse after they killed his brother. Loki hadn't realized what he'd said until it was too late. It had been a simple mention of Thor always getting the attention and being Thor's shadow.

Loki hadn't been gifted with any body part of Thor's but the stones spoke about it to him, what they'd done before they killed him. Loki had been in horror and shock, unable to process that Thor was dead. He had been sick nearly over a month after that, walking up screaming from nightmares and crying whenever the stones tried to make him feel better. How could he ever feel better?

He'd gotten his brother killed.

After that, Loki had gone numb.

Tess visited the most. Loki had no idea where they went when they weren't with him but he found himself lonely when they weren't there. He normally wasn't left alone for long though. Despite everything, he still loved them. That's what he hated most about his situation. He shouldn't love them anymore but he did.

He did.

"Can I..." Loki swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. "Can I come out now? I'll...I'll be careful, I promise—"

Tess was already shaking his head, tightening his hold on Loki. "It's too dangerous. You could be hurt."

"Please, I'll be careful. I swear," Loki pleaded, becoming desperate every day he was trapped. He knew asking would do no good. Tess would never relent but he still got his hopes up even if it was for them to be crushed again.

"Hush, you're speaking nonsense. You're safe here," Tess shushed him.

Loki felt frustrated tears gather in his eyes. "But—"

"I said no," Tess said with a frown. "I let you have anything you want but you know the rules. You must stay here, where you're safe."

Loki went to speak again before another figure appeared right on the bed in front of them.

Loki shook his head, glancing away from Mind who looked at Tess. "Is everything okay? Why is he crying?"

Tess frowned deeply. "He wants to go outside again. It'll pass."

"Oh," Mind said before shaking her head as she drew closer. "That's too dangerous."

Loki wanted to scream but he only shook in Tess' hold as Mind reached for him, cupping his face between her hands.

"P-please, let me go," Loki whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Please, d-don't—"

Mind hushed him as she kissed him softly, Loki making a weak noise of protest but could do nothing with Tess' arms crossed over his own.

Loki didn't see how Mind's hand pulsed a soft golden yellow, a trail of her power seemingly sinking into Loki's skin but he felt it as a sense of calmness and love for the people protecting him sink into his mind, making him go lax and pliant in Tess' arms.

"We love you," Tess murmured into his ear as Mind drew away and Loki took a shuddering breath.

"I...I love you all too," Loki said finally. Mind and Tess smiled at one another as Loki sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing fully into Tess' embrace.

He was safe. He had all of them to take care of him. He couldn't be hurt anymore.

Why would he ever want to go back outside?

🖤💚💛

I'm sorry if there's any spelling mistakes. I didn't check it over since I wrote it just now but here's some dark Infinoki for you 🖤

anon i love and will kill for you

(Part 2)

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #tesseroki #infinoki #hHHHH #THANK #it's just. so good #i've read this three times now #i was already obsessed with dark!infinoki before #and NOW #NOW THERE IS THI S #💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 #the way the numbness started after thor died????? like. if anything is going to make him stop caring for them................. #who must i kill for you #i'll do it

[vdlest]

You left something

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x ExAvenger!Reader

Summary:

It has been a year since you left the life of being an Avenger. But after a year, someone showed up in your house, telling you that you left something when you left your old life. What could it be?

Warning:

Swearing

Mention of sex/one night stand

Fluff

Bucky being soft (it's a warning, right?)

One of the best years of your life was being an avenger. You were one of the greatest assets of the team, that's why when you left the team, they had a big loss. It wasn't really your intention to leave the life you had, but when Steve disappeared, Tony and Nat died, you were deeply devastated. You and the rest of Avengers like Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Clint, Bruce, Thor, the Guardians, and Spider-man continued what the original six started. However, one heated argument between you and Bucky made you leave the team — after a mission in Norway, you comforted Bucky when you saw him alone in the roof of the compound, you told him that he shouldn't let sadness take over him and his life, but Bucky didn't liked it. He exploded and told you that instead of Steve, Nat, and Tony, it should have been you who died and disappeared.

The very next day after your argument with Bucky, you left the compound and you just left them a letter, telling them how sorry you were for leaving them. You told them that you are not worthy anymore to be part of them, so you made a sacrifice, leaving the old life you had.

Upon leaving the Avengers, you moved to a small city in California. You started your own farm there and live in a peaceful life, but sometimes you miss being on the team, especially when you see them on the news.

But you had to make a sacrifice. After all, you think you're not worthy enough, not like what Tony, Steve, and Nat has always been telling you.

They're gone, and so is your faith in yourself.

•••

You're in the middle of painting your front porch when you heard someone walking towards you. Your back is facing the front yard of your house, so you don't know if someone's coming or not, but because of your super hearing, you heard that someone is walking behind you.

You got up from painting the base of your porch and turned around to see who was walking towards you.

It's the most unexpected guest you ever had in your entire life — it's the man who made you decide to leave your old life, James Buchanan Barnes.

You avoided his gaze and continue whatever you are doing.

"Y/n," you heard him called you, but you just continue with what you're doing.

"What are you doing here, Barnes?" you asked him without looking at him.

"It took us so long before we could finally trace your actions for the past year. Did you really think we wouldn't find you?" he asked you.

You knew it was Wanda who always wanted to find you. She's your friend. It was you, Nat, and Wanda who had always been friends, but after Nat died and after Wanda disappeared, you lost the only friends you had. Eight months ago, you found out from the news that Wanda came back, more powerful and more capable of helping other people. You knew she wouldn't stop until she found you.

But why is Bucky Barnes who came after you and not Wanda?

"Ever since you left, all of us did everything what we could do to find you, but hell, you are good in hiding. Even Dr. Strange and Wanda cannot find you," Bucky continued talking as he walk closer to you.

You chuckled sarcastically, "Can't you just go straight to the point? Why are you really here?" you put down your paintbrush and faced him, "What do you need from me?"

He took one last step closer to you, "I need you to come back to the team."

The moment you heard him said that, you laughed and walked towards your tool shed. He followed you and you could see how confuse he is when he heard you laugh at him.

"What is so funny?" he asked you.

"You are funny, Barnes," you stopped from opening the door of your tool shed and faced him, "You were the one who wanted me to be out of the team, right? You told me that instead of Nat, Steve, and Tony, it should've been just me who died and disappeared. You remember that?" you asked him, fighting the emotion that is stsrting to build inside you.

He did not answer you and you see guilt in his eyes. But it's already too late for him to feel that way — he already caused you so much pain.

"Why don't you just go back to where you came from and leave me alone? You wanted this right? You wanted me to be gone? So here I am, I've been gone for a year. What else do you need from me?" you asked him.

You resumed in opening the door of your tool shed but before you could finally opened it, you heard him spoke again.

"When you left the team, you left something in there," he said.

You have no idea what he was talking about. When you left the compound, you made sure you got all your things and other belongings. So you have no idea what something you left when you left the compound.

"Me."

You rapidly turned around to face him once again.

"What the hell are you saying?" you asked him unbelievably.

"You left me feeling guilty for what I did and say to you. You left me and I wasn't able to ask for forgiveness for what I did. You left me hanging. And most importantly, you left me wanting you," he said continuously. You did not noticed that in every word he says, he is walking closer to you, and in ever step he does, you move back, but you stopped moving the moment you felt the door of the tool shed behind you, "The night you and I had an argument, I was having a rough time. I didn't know how I could live a life without my best friend, Steve. I wasn't ready to move on, but you kept on telling me to move on."

Your eyes remained on his gaze. You didn't even had the guts to move away or push him away. It seems like you were hypnotized by the way he looks at you and how he caged you between his body and the tool shed's door.

"I didn't mean any word I said that night to you. I don't want you to die or be gone as well. I want you to stay with me until the end."

When you heard him say those words to you, you came back to your senses. You pushed him away and walked away from him. It's not a surprise that he followed you.

"Y/n, I am telling the truth," he said while following you. "I thought I was just feeling guilty the whole time you were gone. Everybody is blaming me for your disappearance, and I thought I was just guilty about the fact that it was really my fault why you left. But no, it's not just about the guilt. It's about the longing I felt when you left."

"Longing?!" you growled as you stop from walking. You turned around and faced him, "You long for the person you wished to die and just disappear?" you scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "Do you have any idea how painful it is for me to hear those words coming from you? You, of all people, Bucky! You, of all people, said those words to me and made me feel like I'm just a nobody in your life! You made me feel I'm just a fucking whore you fucked once, and that was it! You made me believe that there's something special growing between us, but I was God damn wrong!"

Before you left the compound and the Avengers life, you and Bucky shared a beautiful moment together. You were with him when he visited Yori and apologized for the death of his son. After that, he asked you if you could stay with him for a while and he'll cook dinner for both of you. And so he did, soon after your dinner, you found yourself giving in and kissing him back. You thought it was the start of something beautiful and something deep with him, but after a week, he exploded to you and told you harsh things you never thought you could hear from him.

"I thought we're onto something good, Bucky. But it was just all a fucking thought," you wiped your tears away as soon as you felt them on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way, y/n," he walked towards you and cupped your face. You wanted to avoid his touch but your body did not oblige to your will, "I was just lost at that time. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I was ready to give my all to you and just lose you. I thought by pushing you away, it would be less complicated for both of us. I can't afford to lose another person in my life. But I still did lose you."

Your tears continue to run down your cheeks as you listen to his words, his explanation.

You told yourself a million times, the next time you'll see him, you'll break his face, his bones. But you couldn't, especially seeing him now this close.

"Everyday, I hated myself for hurting you and letting you leave just like that. Everyday, I am regretting the words I pierced through you. And everyday, I am killing myself for wasting the beautiful start we had," he uses his thumb to wiped your tears away, "I tried my best to find you, to take you back, to apologize, and to have you again by my side, because without you, I am nothing, y/n. And I am not saying these words just because I've made a mistake to you. I am saying these words because I want to have you back in my life."

You looked down, making him remove his hands on your face, "I...I don't know if...if I could trust you again, Bucky."

You were too scared to trust him again, especially with your heart.

"You're asking me to give you my full trust again, Bucky. And it's a big thing to ask from someone who got scared of trusting people again," you said while looking down.

He uses his hand to hold your chin and make you look up to meet his gaze again, "I am willing to do anything to earn your trust again. I am not forcing you to do it right away, but I will earn your trust in every possible way I can," he seems like he was vowing or promising. "But I did not come all the way here just for your trust, y/n."

Your brows furrowed with what he said.

"I also came here to be worthy of your love."

Before you could say anything, he grabbed one of your hands and placed it against his chest, where his heart is.

"Because when you left, you left this one as well," he said referring to his heart.

You imagined countless times that you want Bucky to suffer and feel the pain you felt when you left everything behind because of him. But after a year of hiding your love for him with anger, you finally realized that it wasn't anger at all, it has always been love. Your heart has always been with him. You thought, why make him suffer when you can make him earn what he lost from the times that you've been away from each other — your trust & your love for him.

You hated him because he hurt you, but after hearing his explanation, it all made sense to you.

You are still in love with Bucky Barnes.

-v.dl

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky Barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction

[staarkindustries]

Thanks for not hating me

During an Avengers' mission, you're forced to stay with the God you hate the most.

Warning: mention of death, little bit of angst

Words: 1913

(Gif not mine)

"You'll have to live with him whether you like it or not, Lady Y/N." Thor told me as we walked to his cell. "Oh yeah, of course, whether I like it or not. Why can't you stay here?" I snorted and we arrived to Loki, who looked at us in surprise.

"What a pleasure to see you again, brother." "Shut up." I said looking into his eyes, he grinned. "What a pleasure to see you too, Midgardian." I looked at Thor pleadingly, though I noticed him chuckling. "Okay, let him out." Thor Ordered to the guards. "Don't be so happy Loki, you will live with Y/N for a while since I have a mission." "With her?" Loki asked with a grin on his face as you watched them put chains on his wrists. "Where are we taking him, King?" "He will have to teleport with Y/N, I'll take them."

~~~ Two months later ~~~

Loki and I have made a "truce", if that is how you can define a constant bickering about anything.

"Fuck!" I hear Loki cursing from upstairs. "You are becoming quite a good Midgardian, Laufeyson." I chuckled as I made myself a hot chocolate. "How does this thing work ?!" He asked, annoyed. "What?" I leaned out the kitchen door and saw him struggling with the remote control. I bursted out laughing and went back to stir the chocolate, then put it in two cups and brought them to Loki. "What's this?" He asked me when I put them on the coffee table in front of the television. "It's called hot chocolate: it's good, taste it." Loki looked at me, not so sure of my actiond. "I don't want to poison you, I swear." I smiled at him and took a sip, so Loki convinced himself to try it. Meanwhile, I took the remote control and turned on the TV, immediately noticing the Avengers on the news. "Why aren't you with them?" "Cause we voted and they decided I would stay with you." I saod turning up the volume and seeing Thor and Cap do that thing with their weapons. "Exhibitionists." He mumbled the boy next to me, making me giggle. "They saved my life once with that method." I admitted, thinking back to when we fought the Ultron robots. "So, do you like it?" I asked, taking another sip, to change the subject. "Not bad." He admitted, putting it down and getting up; I put my hands over my mouth when Steve is thrown to the ground.

"Is this love?" Loki asked amused. "I am of the opinion that I should be there to help them, instead of staying here with a manipulator like you." I huffed, while continuing to watch the Avengers. Loki left and I heard his bedroom door closing. I didn't paid too much attention at first, then I didn't hear any noise and I get suspicious, I got up and went upstairs, then knocked on the door. "Come in." I opened the door and saw him lying on the bed, reading. "Did I offended you?" I asked, grinning. "Do you really think I'm a manipulator?" "Should I think otherwise?" "You can't answered a question with another question." "You never gave me a chance to think otherwise, what are you reading?" "It's an Asgardian book." He saod getting up and coming closer to me. "Do you really hate me that much?" "I ..." "I'm not offended, they told me many things." "You killed my brother." I whispered. "Not you, one of those things... He's dead." I continued, with my eyes down. "I'm sorry." He said, in my same tone of voice. "Really, I'm sorry." "It doesn't matter, it's happened now." I saod, looking up and sighing, even though I felt tears in my eyes. Loki imitated me, and he looked at me in the eyes, now shiny. "Don't cry." He said in a tone that sounded sweet to me, but I didn't think he could have used an endearing tone with me. "I want Nat here..." I whispered as he looked at me confused. "I definitely need a hug." I explained to him, so Loki chuckled, then gave an amused smile. "You can hug me." "Oh you would like to." I laughed too, then I looked into his eyes and smile. "Can I really do it?" I whispered and Loki nodded. "As you want." "I'll regret it." I said and then hold him close to me.

"Loki..." I said, almost without realizing it. "I'm sorry I killed him." He tells me holding me tighter. "It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter." "They all consider me a monster, you don't need to pretend you don't think so." "I don't think so, really." "Why?" "Because I was in charge of watching you from the cameras." "And?" "And you're not very good at pretending to be tough." I heard him chuckle and I started too, after a while. "Thanks for the hug, then." I broke the jug and smiled at him. "You're welcome, Midgardian." I shool my head at the nickname and sat on the bed, picking up the book Loki was reading. "Poems? I didn't think you liked poems." "Can you read them?" "I studied the Asgardian, I can." I said taking a random poem and reading it.

I never wanted her to

Go away

For she truly

Had no idea

How alone

I get

Inside of my own

Skin

"Who wrote that?" I ask seeing that it is handwritten. "My mother: she liked to write poema, it relaxed her." He answered sitting down next to me.

"There is a language that you do not know, the Drøm language, it is a language that they teach us from an early age... It is the language we dream in, in fact drøm means dream... It is similar to your Norwegian." "Tell me something." I smiled. "Takk for at du ikke hatet meg." "What does it mean?" "Oh, if I told you it wouldn't be fun." "I hate you." I laughed and pushed him. "Please." I told him, smiling kindly. "Absolutely not." I huffed and crosses my arms like a child. "Come on Midgardian, read more." "No, your turn." I said, handing him the book.

No mountains, no sea

No thing in this world

Could keep us apart,

Because this is not

My world...

...You are

"Wow, did your mother really write these things?" I whispered, taking the book and looking for a poem. "Apparently your mother is also a Midgardian poetry reader." "Why?" I decided to read that poem.

Time is very slow for those who wait.

Very fast for those who are scared.

Very long for those who lament.

Very short for those who celebrate.

But for those who love, time is eternal.

W. Shakespeare

"It is a poem by William Shakespeare, a writer of the Earth." "That's what that signature was." I nodded and handed the book to Loki. "She always read this to me."

Who are you really?

You are not your name,

Or a number, or a weight,

You are not your age and you are not where you come from.

You are your favorite books

And the songs fixed in your head,

You are your thoughts,

And what you eat for breakfast

Sunday morning.

You are a million of things,

But everyone chooses

To see the millions of things

That you are not.

You are not where you come from,

You are where are you going

And I would love

To go there too.

"Why did she read it to you?" "I'm not an Asgardian, even if I thought so from an early age. Maybe she read it to me so that even if I found out I would remember that poem and not change." "It's sweet ..." "No, it's not." He said handing me the book. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No. Read." "That's enough." I closed the book and looked him in the eye. "We'll stay here until you trust me, okay?" I got off the bed and locked the door, then sat back down. "So?" "Midgardian, stop making this show." "I am waiting." "I am not from Asgard, my father is not Odin and I am a Jotun. Can we go out now? I may be hungry." He said, trying to get up. "Loki please, we have to live together for a few more months. Can you try to trust me?" "What else should I tell you?" "Anything Loki, but talk to me." I told him, pleading him withy eyes. "What the hell is a Jotun?" I asked him confused and he smiled amused. "They are giants living on the planet of Jotunheim, gifted with superhuman strength, usually opposed to the Gods." "And you are a... Giant?" "Ice Giant." "God of Deception and Ice Giant... Admirable." I smiled and Loki nodded. "So that's why you're always so cold?" I asked, touching his arm. "Yes." He said, looking at the path that my hand made, starting from the shoulder and reachimg.the tips of his fingers. "And are you like that also as a Giant? I mean, do you have your usual appearance?" "Maybe." "Loki..." "I don't want to show you." "Why not?" "Because I'm the monster parents tell their kids about at night." He whispered looking down. "If it can lift your spirits up, I would never tell any such bullshit to my children." "You can't be sure..." "Why should I tell my children that Loki Laufeyson is a monster?" I asked putting my hand on his. "Loki, you are not a monster. I am a human, you a Giant, Thor a God, Stark a tin man, Cap is 100 years old. We are all different." I told him trying to look him in the eye. "Look at me Loki." I whispered as I got closer to him. "I don't consider you a monster, I never will." "I killed your brother." He said trying to get up and leave. "Loki fuck, look at me!" I say slamming my hand on the mattress. "Do anything: scream, be angry, hate me, but don't ignore me!" I yelled. "I don't hate you." He said, finally looking at me. "I'm afraid of hurting you." "I know you won't hurt me." "How do you know it?" "Cause... Because I trust you, Loki." I admitted smiling. "I trust you, or you would still be chained in the garage of this house and not here talking to me." "I trust you too." He whispered, so softly that I could barely hear him, and getting closer to me.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." "The last time someone challenged me it didn't end well." "I'm shaking with fear." I teased him, pretending to be scared. In a few seconds Loki canceled the short distance we had and kissed me, I stood with my eyes wide open for a few seconds, then returned the kiss. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to me, then Loki started walking towards the bed.

"Loki." I whispered as he dropped his lips to my neck and kisses my collarbone, making me wince. "Idiot." "Thanks for not hating me." "What?" "The phrase I told you earlier in Drøm means that." "You're welcome..." I said as he bit my neck. "Stop that." "Are you really sure?" He asked me amused. "Very sure." "Alright." He lied down next to me and looked at the ceiling.

"Loki?" "Mh." "I think I like you..." "I like you too, Midgardian."

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[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

final part (I like number 7, let's end it at number 7)

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: angst, typos (not when drunk gods are talking, those are intentional), drunk god bros™, hangover

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A/N: thank you so much for reading this unexpected mini series❤️

Loki swayed from one side to another. His question still hanging in the air. Thor was struggling to get back up on his feet. When it looked like he's making progress, he fell down on his knees again and had to start over.

"Has any of you ever seen them like that?" Steve whispered.

Everyone shook their heads. Your eyes remained glued to Loki. He never drank. Well, if he had to he drank fine wine or some other 'fancy' alcohol from Tony's stash, but he never drank to the point of being drunk. Only slightly tipsy.

You remember the first time you saw him drink. It was a long time ago. Tony made him. He said it will make him 'turn that frown upside down'. You saw him drain the whole bottle that day and it did nothing to him. Only tainted his pale cheeks with slight pink. You've seen him drink more than a bottle since then, but it was never enough to make him stumble through his words, or sway around like Jack Sparrow. How much did he had?

Anxiety gnawed on you again. 'He drank because of you. Because of what you told him. Your words pushed a literal god to drink his sadness away.'

"Weeeell?" Loki asked again. When Thor fell down with a thud on the floor again Loki rolled his eyes and was at least pretending to help him stand up. You swear you heard him whisper something along the lines of 'get up you outgrown lightning mouse, don't embarass me in front of her', but that could've been just your imagination.

"For god's sake, how much did you guys have?" Sam asked and Bucky stole Rex from his lap while he was distracted.

Thor while leaning on the back of the couch was counting his fingers. After a while he gave up. "A lot. We made our anescesterors proud," he bared his teeth in a proud grin.

"You mean ancestors, right?"

Thor's head turned to Nat. "Yes! We had a whoooole barrel. One for me," he hugged his brooding brother around shoulders (more like leaned on him with his entire weight) "and one for Kiki," the childish nickname earned Thor a massive shove to the side. "Do not call me dat!"

Bruce facepalmed. "Guys, what are we gonna do with them?"

Clint pulled out his phone, recording everything. "Enjoy while it lasts."

You smacked his phone away, a sudden need to protect your (hopefully still) friend's dignity roused inside of you. "You can't!" you said louder than you wanted.

Clint just shook his head. "You're no fun Y/N," and put his phone away.

You frowned at them. "I know. I know I'm no fun, and I am annoying sometimes, and weak and dumb compared to all of you. I know all of that! I don't care!"

Bucky stared up at you. "What has gotten into you doll?"

"I'll tell you what. I was a bitch, okay? I was overthinking everything ever since I had that argument with Loki. His words started something inside of my head. I started to think they were true, that when my best friend thought those things what must all of you think. And even when I knew they were lies those thoughts stayed up here," you pointed at your head, "and I hate myself for still keeping them there. And just when I thought I'll finally make up with Loki and everything will be good again I fuck up!" you wiped an escaped tear, took a breath and continued.

"It's my fault he's like this. He was drinking because of what I said. All of this is because of me," you hugged your arms to comfort yourself a little. Everyone stared at you, including the drunk brothers.

What you were letting out of your mouth probably didn't make sense as a whole. They were just your anxious thoughts getting free, they didn't care in which order. All of that stress, everything that has been rotting inside of your chest is out now. You feel a little better.

"Daaaarlin', 's not your fault," Loki interrupted your train of thoughts, reminding you that just because you talked your heart out, it didn't fix your mistake of hurting him.

"Yeah, and whose then?" you said calmly.

Loki stood up straighter while still swaying a little. "The univers! She won't let us be toge'er, thas why I haf to make up with 'er," his british accent got deeper.

You slowly walked towards him. "No Loki, this is my fault. And I'll fix it too," you took him by his arm and slowly lead him away. To his bedroom. However, he protested.

"Wait! We have to give 'er flowerz," he leaned down to Thor and yanked some of the flowers along with his golden hair from Thor's head. "Y'kno, to makup."

You shook your head and walked with him a little faster. "You don't have to. All you have to do is go to sleep now."

When the Avengers finally came to their senses Bruce shouted after you. "Hey what about Thor?"

"He's all yours," you shouted back from the elevators and pressed button leading to Loki's floor.

*

'He's heavier than he looks,' you think as you get closer to his bedroom door.

He's been leaning on you for support the whole silent (mildly uncomfortably silent) way to his bedroom. He groaned and mumbled something undecipherable here and there. You wished to be already in his room, put him in his bed and dissappear for few hours. You felt so awkward helping your friend who can barely stand after he drank because of you.

"Can you lean on the wall please?" you asked him when you both stood infront of his locked door. He unhooked his arm from around your shoulders and practically threw himself onto the nearest wall.

"Lean, not fall!"

He chuckled. "Sorrey, is the gravity," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and fished out a key from his bedroom door from your sweatpant pocket. When the thin metal slid into keayhole Loki threw his arms around you and gently squeezed you. "Are ya real?"

"Eeeh, yes? Why are you asking?"

"Because," he squished your cheeks together, "you're nice to me. And you're cute," he giggled.

You chuckled and removed his hands from your cheeks. "Thanks, but this isn't you. You need to sleep."

"Not me?" he asked, confusion all over his face. He ran his hand across his torso and settled on his face. "But this is my body and my face! It has to be me!"

"Yes, it is, but the acting isn't. Now come," you took his hand and gently lead him through his open door.

You pushed him to sit on his bed and wanted to walk out, but he won't let go of your hands. He studied them like a little child, turning them, looking at them from every angle. You blushed. He hasn't been this tender for a long time.

You cleared your throat. "You need to sleep. You're gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow."

His eyes left your hands resting in his and bore into yours. But they weren't as clear as usual, they were clouded and lost. "Why?"

"Eeeh, because you're drunk?"

"Why?"

"Because you drank?"

"Why?"

"Because-" no, you can't tell him. "It doesn't matter. Just sleep now," you tried to push him to his bed, but even in this state he was strong and unmovable.

"I don't wanna sleep. I need to find Univers!"

"Well, you can find your universe after you sober up."

"Noooo," he shook his head dramatically, his hair whiping around him. "I can't find my universe. YOU are MY universe," he held your hands close to his chest.

"But I need to find THE Universe! With the T'n'H'n'E infront of it," he started to ramble about Universe conspiring against him and you, but you didn't listen.

You stopped listening after he said 'you are my universe'. Did he mean it?

" 'Your' universe?" you asked and finally pushed him to lie down on his bed.

"Yea," he yawned, his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. "I know you hate me, but I.... I...," and he was gone. Off to the dreamland.

You stayed there for few more minutes in case he woke up and finished what he wanted to say, but no such thing happened. You could play on drumms next to him and he wouldn't move.

You softly brushed his hair from his face and covered him with his soft black blanket. "I don't hate you Loki. I never did. I just hope you'll be just as nice and calm when you sober up as you were right now," you caressed his cheek for the last time and walked to his door.

Before you closed, you looked back at him and softly whispered. "You are my universe too Loki."

*

Loki's head pulsed with pain. That's what woke him up, actually. Blindly, he felt around him with his hands, trying to find out where he was. Warm blanket, soft bed, his Asgardian armour still on. It was dirty from clay and smelled weird. Almost like.... alcohol?

'Oh,' he thought, 'that happened.'

He groaned and opened his eyes, only to instantly cover them with his palm. Light from the nearby window was stabbing his eyeballs causing him even bigger headache. All he wanted to do was get a big- no, giant cup of cold water and down it just as fast as he was doing with the alcohol yesterday.

But whenever he tried to use his magic only green and gold sparkles flew from his fingers and when he tried to stand up he got dizy and the whole room started to spin. He fell down onto his bed again. He felt as if his brother hit him with Mjolnir, his famous hammer.

If he wanted a cup of water, he will have to suffer through those few steps to his bathroom.

He reluctantly and slowly stood up and walking very close to wall he made his way for a drink. Or three, just in case.

After a long and unpleasant journey he fell onto his bed again, but not before he pulled blinds over the horribly bright window and rid himself of any dirty and uncomfortable clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.

With his head underneath his blanket, to block out any more light, he tried to remember as much of his actions from yesterday as he could.

From your room he went to gym to punch his frustration out. That's where Thor found him, interrogated him and then dragged him to Asgard to have a drink. Or a whole pub apparently. The rest is a blur. Something about garden, flowers and him and his brother crashing down to Midgard to look for someone. Who? He doesn't remember. Maybe you, since he remembered something about flowers. Maybe his drunk self thought it would be best to make up with you.

But that didn't make any sense, he had nothing to apologize for anymore. You were the one who told him those word. Where even were you anyways?

Just as he finished that thought he heard his doorknob move and his door creaked open.he slowly peaked out from underneath the blanket and in the dimness saw a familiar silhouette. You.

Carefully you put one foot infront of the other and walked straight towards him. You must think he's still asleep, that's why you're so careful. Oh, how he longed to pretend to be asleep and then jump at you and scare you. But he can't. He can't let his mischievious nature do that yet. Not when things between you two aren't like they used to be.

Instead he kept his eyes open and when you got close enough, he slightly moved. "Well look who showed up," he said.

You flinched a little. "Thank god you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"Horrible, to be honest," he rubbed his temples. "Why did you say 'finally awake'?"

You completely ignored his question. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

"How about you give me an answer?"

You sighed. "You were out for two days Loki. I was starting to think you had alcohol poisoning and died in your sleep. I was checking up on you every few hours to make sure you're still with us," you confessed.

"Oh, alright. Thank you. And I don't need anything. I already obtained it," he pointed at his bedside table with three glasses of water.

"Still, your head must be torturing you. I'll bring you some painkillers," you ran outside before he could stop you.

You returned after few minutes with a small box of pills on one hand and a jar of water in the other. "So you don't have to stand up and go to the bathroom after you drink those three cups," you said and put the jar on his bedside table.

"Thank you. You are oddly kind to me," Loki pointed out.

You hummed and awkwardly stood infront of his bed, trying not to look at his naked torso. You fidgeted with the box for a while. "Just take one when you want," you said finally and put it next to the jar.

"Hey, can you tell me what happened yester- I mean two days ago? Was I and Thor a big disaster?" he asked, wanting you to stay with him.

"Well," you chuckled and scratched the back of your head. "It was a bit awkward and confusing. You and Thor appeared on the balcony and you were looking for universe for some reason."

Loki facepalmed. The pain from embarrassment was bigger than the pain his head was causing. "And let me guess, The Earth's Mightiest Heroes recorded everything, didn't they?"

You shook your head. "No, I didn't let them."

"Thank you," he smiled kindly.

You returned the smile. "Hey, can I sit here?" you pointed at the corner of his bed.

"Sure," he moved a little to give you more space. The bed dipped under your weight a little.

"I want to tell you few things," you said, your eyes watched how you fidgeted with your fingers.

"I'm listening."

"First I want to apologize for what I said. I was tetchy and I know it doesn't excuse what I said," you raised your eyes to his. "I just want you to know I didn't mean them. And I'm sorry. I would like to be your friend again. Please."

Loki bit his tongue from teasingly telling you 'no' and took a deep breath. "I would like to be your friend as well. I don't want us to argue anymore. So," he extended his arm towards you, "friends?"

You beamed at him. To him your smile shone brighter than the sun outside. You took his hand and shook it. "Friends."

"I'm glad," he squeezed your hand gently. He didn't want to let go yet. "And what about the rest of what you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, right," you looked to the side. "You said something yesterday."

"Something offensive? If so, I apologize-"

"No! Not at all! It just..." you bit your lower lip and tilted your head, something you subconsciously did when you blushed. "Y-you said that... I am your universe," you said carefully.

Loki froze. Did he really say that? You didn't look like you were lying. Why did he tell you that? Why were you bringing that up? Did you possibly feel the same and want to be sure he wasn't kidding when he said it?

Loki must've took too long to respond, because you were trying to pull your hand from his and leave. This time Loki was fast to stop you. "I really said that?"

You gulped. "Yes, ehm did you mean it? Wait, you don't remember. Sorry," you chuckled awkwardly.

"If I said that while drunk, I meant it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I once heard 'alcohol reveals, who a person truly is', in that case I am a romantic," he winked and you giggled. He liked the fact you still giggle at his stupid jokes.

"For real now. You are my universe. My best friend. My partner in crime. And if you allow then I would like to add another title: my paramour. If you feel the same way, that is."

You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers with his. "You are my universe as well, Loki."

"Great," he lifted your joined hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "When I sober up and feel better I'm officially asking you out on a date."

"How long does it usually take for you to sober up?"

"A day or two," Loki shrugged and fell back onto his bed. His head started spinning again.

"That's too long," you said and layed next to him. "Can I watch over you while you sleep?"

"Sure thing love," he hugged you to him and kissed the crown of your head.

Bonus

"Darling, it's 2pm."

"Yes, so?"

"Aren't you supposed to take Rex out?"

"Bucky is training him."

"Oh, okay."

"You're so sweet to think of him."

"Hmmm."

*meanwhile*

Steve: hey, aren't you supposed to train him?

Bucky: *lying on the floor, Rex napping on his chest*

Bucky: uuuh, I gave him a break.

Steve: *raises one eyebrow*

Bucky: please don't tell her

Steve: only if I can join in

A/N: I was this close to write the angstiest ending, but I have a good mood today

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #the avengers #loki fluff #loki angst #loki x reader angst #drinking #drunk loki #drunk thor #hangover

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Let me give you my life

Pairing: Loki x Tesseract

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mourning, delusions, mental illness, alcohol, Original Character Death, Odin, fantastic racism

Summary: After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely.

Chapter 3: Verse 3

Chapter warnings: math, fantastic racism, death (not graphic)

Chapter summary: the orders

Previous chapter, AO3, next chapter

If I'm a pagan of the good times / my lover's the sunlight

Loki storms the library once again, this time searching everything about the Tesseract and this Entropy they call him all the time.

Entropy still remains a mystery, but there are even more writings about the space stone than the ones they've seen before.

"It says here that they worshipped you," Loki says, but only internally. He's in public, speaking to the walls would make him appear mad.

"People express loyalty in different ways," they answer, always softer since the deal.

"Is that what you want? Loyalty?"

"Among other things, yes. But mostly trust that I will not hurt you, cause I won't," they promise. Loki already knows this.

Can't break something that's already in pieces.

"Brother!" Thor yells as he walks in. Loki's shoulders tense, this idiot never warns them.

"Tho-thor," he answers, eyes on Thor as they drab a chair and side beside him. "How come you be i-i-in here? You ha-ha-hate books," they raise an eyebrow at their brother.

"I'm here to see how you're doing. You've been acting oddly lately," he answers, those blue eyes scanning Loki.

"People grie-grie-grie-grieve in different ways, Th-thor. I a-a-a-assure you, I'm fi-fine," he hums, turning back to the book.

"Loki. After all this, just remember that I'm here for you, eh? You needn't face anything alone," Thor insists, placing a big and steady hand on Loki's shoulder.

Loki's body nods, and smiles, watching as Thor smiles back before leaving. Loki's mind wonders if this is all a mistake. Thor was, is grieving too. Maybe this is all too much…

But Thor wasn't there when Gæirasson offended Loki, neither time. In fact, Thor has been a ghost since Frigga's death.

"You have my trust and loyalty, until the end," Loki decides, feeling in their core how relieved the Tesseract is by the answer.

"Allow me to show you another secret then. Look at your hands but don't touch anything and don't let it spread," they answer.

Loki lets the book and brings his torn from the picking hands under the table, always watching them. Black ropes start appearing and tangling themselves on their fingers, creating a calming sensation and demanding more ground, but Loki doesn't allow it. Out of all kinds of magic, this is by far the most powerful one he has ever seen.

And the most chaotic.

To keep the Goddess on my side / she demands a sacrifice

Like every day, the official Tesseract session is late at night, while Loki should be sleeping. Signs of their decreasing amount of sleep are becoming more and more visible, but they don't care.

"The o-orders?" he asks.

"You need to know some things first. In order to keep you from dying, King Laufey made a deal with one of us. Your life for acts of service. You need to do some things before being free," they do speak like they did on the first days, but somehow still softer.

"Acts of s-s-service?" he questions. So, the stone just needs hands and will borrow theirs?

"Yes. There are things that will keep the stones safe from those who seek them to do harm. Asgard has two, and you need to make sure that some things are set to their protection. It's just one thing, really. But you need to use your new powers to do so,"

Loki nods, the movement small and cut, like a soldier's.

"Ready to-to comply,"

Drain the whole sea / get something shiny

"First order. Free yourself from everything, good and bad," the Tesseract says. Loki blinks in confusion.

"H-how?"

"What bad do you carry into you? The possessiveness, the jealousy, this ego you named pride, all this fury… you don't need them from now on. Let them go," they insist.

"L-let them go?"

"Act as if they don't exist, don't give them your attention. The same thing goes for your bright side. You faith in your moral compass, your deep feeling for everything you care about. Both of those sides will keep you from moving on. You mustn't listen to them anymore," they explain, as if it's something easy.

"So… y-y-you want me to be-to be your li-little m-m-minion?" he raises an eyebrow. Is that what they agreed on? Being a tiny pawn but just on a different chess board?

“No. Not exactly. You are not to abandon them for my own good, but for yours. The acts might hurt these sides of you, you need them in one piece,” their voice softens.

Loki takes a breath, in and out as slow as possible, and nods again. “What-what sh-sh-should I-I do?” even though the stutter stays, he refuses to let his voice break.

They swear they can feel the stone smiling.

“Listen to me, and don’t act upon them. Also, learn how to control possibility magic,”

Possibility magic? Is that what the black ropes are?

“Learn how Midgardians think of possibilities. It’s close to how your new abilities work,” they advise him. So, this is what being under the orders of a stone is like? Homework and pretending? it’s nothing they don’t know how to do for hundreds of years…

“And after the-the week?”

“the fun starts.”

Loki smiles wide, wider than he has ever smiled even before Frigga’s death.

something meaty for the main course / that’s a fine looking high horse

The week passes peacefully. Loki doesn’t have to worry about how to do what, the Tesseract is there to help them with it and lets them just decide how to do what and, oddly enough, the Midgardian science was calming.

At least, more calming than war theory. And less graphic.

He was chilling on the training grounds and working on the newfound magic, until the Tesseract came.

“It’s time,” they say moments before a blinding blue light covers Loki.

With the blink of an eye, they’re at a castle’s yard, hiding behind a bush.

“Prevent the war, you know how,” the Tesseract says again.

On the contrary, Loki has no idea where he is and what he has to do.

At least not until a guard passes by, near the bush, their armour bearing Gæirasson's symbol.

They smirk, moving from shadow to shadow and into the castle, where they cast an invisibility spell to navigate without worrying about getting caught.

What you've got in the stable? / We've a lot of starving faithful

In the grand hall, Loki finds the old lord. They're discussing an attack, in which he is the main character, of course. They're to strike tomorrow evening.

Loki has to hold himself not to laugh. Instead, they sit and wait. Wait until Gæirasson ends the council and heads to their bedroom. And Loki follows. Until the corridors make a room, with six doors to navigate through.

It would be such a shame if they suddenly closed shut, locking the two foes inside.

The old fool chuckles. "I know you're here, Frost Giant. I can smell your people's blood," he looks around.

Loki chuckles back and drops the spell, standing right in front of the man.

"Is it this? Or do your aged joins hurt with the cold?" he titles his head, showing his signature mischievous smile.

"Why are you here? To negotiate? We've been past this part," they growl. Loki doesn't break the smirk, but lets a glow pass their eyes. Green, but with icy blue undertones, and a pitch black shadow.

"No. We are here to talk about monsters. For, as you can smell, the blood of my siblings who you slained are screeching for it"

That looks tasty / that looks plenty / this is hungry work

"Do you know anything of my people's belief regarding the Norns?" Loki asks, circling around the man like a predator waiting to strike.

"Why should I care about the opinions of monsters?" he spits, trying to mimic the glare.

"Oh, because it's interesting. We believe in the norns, like you do. But they don't create the strings, they knit them. Twisting and turning and combining and separating people, and letting us choose where to go on each knot. Fascinating. Oddly enough, the mortals have a similar way of thinking, at least the ones who are closer to science. They name it possibilities, and write it with numbers,

"Let me give you an example. There's a fifty percent possibility that I will continue this conversation with my normal face," Loki speaks, letting the Æsir glamour fade and rising to his Jötunn height. "But I won't choose this path because your ceilings are low and I would have to bend my neck," they continue, after walking a few steps and letting their horns scratch the ceiling. The glamour appears again, bringing him to his Æsir skin.

"And there's always the possibility that you die, because of your old age and the stress of the war you created. And the only reason people remember you is as an example of why not to piss me off," he grins, the black ropes tangling around his wrists.

"And the possibility, in Midgardian terms, is one hundred percent," they leap closer and grab the old man by his collar, staring right into the fear in his eyes.

"I have a message for my people in Hel, deliver it when you see them. Tell them to rip this old cunt apart, yet keep one piece for me for when I arrive," he spits, watching as the ropes tangle around their throat and mummify them in front of his eyes, making the fear and anger burn out.

They throw the corpse on the floor and open the doors as the Tesseract casts another light, revealing Loki's chambers as it fades away.

"You shouldn't have scratched the ceiling with your horns," they say, worried.

"And? I laughed at the face of one old fool already, what's a second one? And if I am to join my family, let at least my exit from the hypocrites be dramatic," he laughs, ready for the guards to storm in and take him to the dungeons.

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki marvel #Loki #tesserloki #marvel angst #angst #heavy angst #no happy ending #dark #odin's a+ parenting #grief/mourning #language #fantastic racism #tw major character death #mental illness #it's bad #what have i done #what did i do #grab your zoloft and be ready for a rollercoaster #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic series #fanfic series #multichapter

[doubleshotofsomething]

Come Into My Life

Part 4/5

Song Prompt: "Entra en mi Vida" by Sin Bandera

Warnings: angst?? anGST??

Summary: When it rains, it pours.

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"I feel something so deep, there's no explanation for it."

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Part Four: No hay razón ni lógica en mi corazón

"I am diseased." You announce after marching into Hope's home office. "I am. I am diseased and I need you to shrink, go into my body, and kill this viral bacteria."

Hope blinks at you, looks around you, then frowns. "Did you sneak away from Thor again?"

You visibly cringe. "Don't say that heathen's name. He's the cause of all this."

The Stark Industries tech for your security upgrade had arrived. Sam arrived along with it and, after months of doing everything with Thor, you finally managed to sneak out long enough for him not to follow you.

It was easy at first. Losing him had been like losing your hair ribbons. So effortless.

But then it started taking him less time to find you. A whole day turned into hours, then minutes. Then he was opening the car door open for you, by the time you reached out – waiting patiently with a "where to?" smile as he slipped in next to you.

You went from trying to win Bucky back with flowers and chocolates, because gals like that sort of thing, so he could swap with Thor. Then you went to living in synchronised harmony with the walking-talking-live-in dietician.

Not only does he make you take the stairs, he's also the reason you make your own smoothies now. And you didn't even know you had a blender!

Ghost waltz in, some weird equipment in her hand as she eyes you. "Shithead. Did you slip sleeping pills into his smoothie again?"

"That was an accident!" You feign a gasp. "And it was one time."

"Four times." Hope corrects.

"That is not the point!" You argue, rubbing your forehead as you lean against the door.

You sigh, shutting your eyes and pinching your nose. Because, for the first time ever, you don't have energy to argue with your best friends. You barely had the energy to sneak out of your place and that doesn't sit right with you.

Rumlow would be so ashamed.

You lock the door and walk further into the room. You kick off your flip flops –because you were that desperate to get away that you wore your home flip flops – and lay down on the floor.

"I am diseased." You proclaim.

Hope hums. "You mentioned."

Ghost frowns. "Doesn't your programming make that...sort of impossible?"

You and Hope turn to glare at her. "Does no one ever listen to a word I say?" You whine. "I wasn't programmed. My sweetheart was. It's different."

"Can you get up from the floor? You're freaking me up." Hope pokes you with her shoe.

You choose to ignore her. "I think it's native to Asgard, whatever it is I'm infected with. I think it only affects certain people, too. 'Cause the receptionist didn't catch it, and she's more attached to Thor than gum is to shoe."

A part of you expected him to appear. He seemed to do that, appear out of thin air whenever you said his name. Like the Bifrost appearing whenever he was ready to leave a place. Like a demon being summoned or a dark entity appearing in a horror movie after you announce your presence of say its name.

So, instinctively, you moved your head around to make sure he wasn't in the room.

And then, you hated yourself even more for making sure of that.

Hope decides to indulge you, because that's the only way she'll get you out of this childish state faster, and lies down next to you.

Ghost, ever the sentimental one, tosses the equipment carelessly aside and drops down on the other side of you.

"Finally," she murmurs, "a break."

The concern for your well being, from her, is so heartwarming...

"So–" you don't wait for either of them to get comfortable. "–Valkyrie was over for lunch the other day, right? She just came in, pop by, apparently she was in town–"

"Who's Valkyrie?" Shadow cuts in.

"Thor's heir–" you explain. "–anyway, it was fun. They talked about whatever it was. I wasn't listening. And I managed to get my work done–"

"And now you're diseased?"

"–I must be! I must have gotten it from her. I read somewhere that people exposed to unfamiliar particles can contract bacterial viruses from them and get really sick and almost die, unless a doctor figures out what it is that's killing them."

Hope deadpans. "You mean you watched it, on a series."

"I'm dying. I am dying from a disease, that I got from Asgard, and instead of helping me find a cure before it's too late–" you narrow your eyes at her. "–you choose to judge me. The love of my life is still mad at me, and you're judging me."

"Bucky is still mad about the ice cream and the arm thing?" Ghost chortles.

Sighing, you shake your head. "I wanted to arm wrestle Thor into giving me Saturdays off, so I can at least breathe something other than rain–"

"No–"

"It wasn't even my idea!"

"Y/N–"

"No, seriously! Clint came up with it–"

Ghost laughs. "Did you at least win?"

You pout. "I never got the arm. Bucky hides it now."

"Wait a minute–" Hope cuts in, more focused on your apparent disease than the trouble you let Clint get you into. "–what do you mean by 'breathe something other than rain'?"

The sound of Thunder crackles in the background, you hear the violent slap of it before it even echoes. The rain doesn't take long to follow it, a gentle drizzle turning into a full blown shower within seconds.

You know it isn't possible, you know it. But you swear you can feel his anxiousness through the charges in the air. It's his worry that's causing this. Not his anger.

And you damn near cry at the fact that you can differentiate the two.

When the third round of thunder booms, you know he's aware that you left your phone behind. And your wallet. And your coat. And, until he can figure out that Hope currently lives a walking distance from you, you're sure it's going to start hailing soon.

You can feel Hope's eyes drilling a hole into the side of your face as you stare at the ceiling.

Your chest feels heavy, your eyes sting, and there's something stuck in your throat that hasn't been stuck there since you were a child. The last time breathing felt this hard was when Pierce had gut-punched you on your first day of training. It hurt back then, it hurts right now.

"He smells like rain," you whisper the answer to Hope's question. The first hail stone smashes against the window and you shut your eyes, hating the feel of the tear that escapes. "I used to hate the smell of rain..."

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Tags: @nekoannie-chan , @thorfanficwriter

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Yeah so I jinxed it and it auto restarted. Joy.

#annie's500kittieswritingchallenge #annie's1stwritingchallenge #bucky barnes #sam wilson #mcu #x reader #avengers #thor x reader #avengers x you #thor x you #writing challenge #thor fluff #thor fanfiction #hope van dyne #ghost #love #thor masterlist #part 4

[knybits]

So if you're allowing Zenitsu requests still,,,,, can you do a soulmate au where you die if you don't meet your soulmate at a certain age + getting descriptions of his s/o but Zenitsu gets hints way more frequently than most people but they're SUPER vague like "they have hair" "the have eyes" "they breath air". Maybe his s/os hints come less often than average but are extremely specific fkdjdkddj this is so stupid but I'm stupid and so is Zenitsu

i can FINALLY use this gif hell YEAHHHHHHHHHHH this scene was so beautiful actual cinematic poetry thor could never i CRIED and my heart STOPPED like someone get an AED I SWEAR,,, ahem anyway if someone requests for a part 2 legally i can’t say no. 

Soulmate!Au Zenitsu x reader (part 1!)

Zenitsu can’t remember a time where he’d ever been given a hint about his soulmate. 

And he knows for certain that he’s supposed to receive them.

With each passing year, not a trace of a hint and the number 17 on his wrist seeming to swallow him whole, he can’t help but feel desperate. 

It’s why he can’t help but throw himself at the feet of other women.

Things started to change when he started his first day of demon slaying training. 

A voice in the back of his head whispered “Keep going,” right when he was about to call it quits, and he damn near fainted at the sound of it. 

It’s different from all his usual sounds, because when he hears something he can hear them. 

But with the one spoken phrase? 

It rippled throughout his brain like a drop of water shattering the stillness of an untouched pond. 

Still, he continued with his training, perfecting the first form and only the first form while crying each day after the next. 

Zenitsu was about to crawl up into a tree and hide for the next 7 days for his final selection test. 

Being anywhere but here sounded appealing to him, and he’s already crying, vision blurred and dehydration crawling at the seams of his clothes. 

“Sleep.” 

So he does, eyes fluttering closed as his grip on the tree slacks. Without even knowing, he’s free falling through the air. 

When he wakes up, he’s laying underneath the wisteria flowers with traces of demon blood flaking off into the night sky. 

His ears feel warm, as if someone’s placed a kiss upon them, and Zenitsu smiles for just a moment before pure dread washes over him. 

He’s a demon slayer now. 

And he’s got a year left before he dies. 

Time flies by for Zenitsu, but the voice in his head frequents much more now. He’d hear it before a mission and right after. He’s also learned to clasp his hands over his ears to cancel out other noises besides the one in his head, because in all honesty the voice in his head is one that he’s fallen in love with. 

The tone of voice is patient, and they sound kind. Perhaps even kinder than Tajirou, now that he’s met the fellow demon slayer. 

But the day he left the wisteria house to go with Inosuke and Tanjirou to Mt. Natagumo, the voice echoed louder than he’s ever heard before. 

Zenitsu was in immense pain, crouched over the side of the road with only his hands and knees to support his body.

The words “Find me” hit him like a tsunami. His head hurt the rest of the way to the mountain, and he clutched his ears for a majority of the run there.

But the closer he got to the mountain, the more random phrases rush through his mind. 

He’s head of a Giyuu and Shinobu, he’s heard a laugh that reminds him of the voice, and he’s heard some useless banter that seems to make no sense considering it’s only one voice arguing with no malice laced in. Zenitsu assumed that if he were with his soulmate, he would know what they were actually talking about with this Giyuu and Shinobu. 

And now he’s bloody and balding on top of a broken tree house. His hand throbs more than his head, but that’s slowly becoming a falsehood as the drumming in his head doesn’t seem to stop. 

He begs for the voice in his head to stop, to speak much more quietly, to even sing instead. But the voice doesn’t heed, and he can hear their breaths. 

They’re shouting orders and other names and it sounds as if they’re in the middle of battle.

Despite all the pain they’re causing Zenitsu, Zenitsu can’t find it in his heart to hate them. 

They’re all fighting for their lives, and if he has to be the one to suffer so that the voice in his head can get their job done, he’ll endure it. 

Because they’re always so nice. 

He grips his head, grasping his hair with tears streaming down his face. 

When he can hear their heart rate, he breathes with it. It helps him to focus and slowly drown all other noises out. 

He can now hear his own heartbeat match the one rhythmically tapping through his ears-

Zenitsu’s eyes snap open, a gasp escaping his lips with a puff of smoke shooting out. 

Nothing’s in his head anymore.

He can hear again.

“Good. You’re alive.”

#zenitsu #agatsuma zenitsu #agatsuma zenitsu x reader #zenitsu x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kny #demon slayer #soulmate!au #ngl soulmate aus will always be my pride and joy #esPECIALLY FOR ZENITSU AND TANJIROU #BABY BOYS

[shivercloud]

Love that grows part 1 Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, sadness, grudge-holding, heavily pregnant reader, cussing, takes place during Thor Ragnarok

You are [Name] [F/N]'sdottir and Heimdall's niece as well as a new generation Valkyrie, just not a soul knows just your Uncle Heimdall who raised you as his own child when your parents died during a battle.

You wake up in bed your back to your love Loki Laufeyson Angrily. You recently hadn't been getting along with him you just never let the pent up anger out and it was sometimes sneaking out but you tried your best to hold in your anger since he usually saw you as calm and happy and you were pregnant with his child for 8 and a half months you were also engaged to him you knew you needed to let your pent up anger with him out but you just couldn't you didn't want to ruin your relationship. You knew that once you got married to him it would just cause issues, but you just couldn't.

Loki sits up and says "I have to go [Name], I will see you later" you just nod curtly and he says "you can always come with" you still say nothing he sighs at your no response. Loki says to you "you seriously can't be mad at me" you only answer by glaring at him and he sighs he says "well, I may as well go, but also I need to put the illusion on you" you sighed but nodded curtly you knew that if you said one word to him you'd end up exploding. He casts the illusion onto you that makes sure only he can see your large stomach.

He transforms himself into Odin after and Damn you hated that he was pretending to be Odin it was pure torcher and did nothing but put you into despair and somehow you still loved Loki and were loyal to him.

You sat up in bed and groaned in frustration and right then you felt the baby give you a large and painful kick so you hissed in pain "Ouch!" You climbed out of bed changing into something random being a green dress that was perfect for your round belly it was simple but comfortable and actually fit you. The baby kept on kicking you violently and some reason grew cold which was weird the baby only did that when there was danger nearby or oncoming danger. Which was one of your many abilities just you didn't get cold but the baby was jotun so it made sense. so you looked around and outside your window but there was absolutely nothing so you kept your furnished dagger with you keeping your guard up and left to go and join Loki well 'Odin' in watching theatre.

When you got there you sat near him and you felt like ice because the baby was still emitting cold so you elbowed 'Odin' still not wanting to talk to him he snaps his head and asks annoyed "what? What Is it?" You hissed as the baby kicked "Ouch!" You put Loki disguised as Odin's hand on your stomach seething out quietly "That!" He takes the hand off of your stomach almost right away and says "The baby senses oncoming danger, just don't let your guard down" you groaned at how little he paid attention to the baby and that you felt like ice because of it he seemed not to care at all which made you even more angry with him.

You sat there eating Loki's bowl of grapes and when the actor of Thor said something about Loki turning Thor into a frog you heard 'Odin' say "indeed it was" you continued to watch the play in boredom and looked at the statue he had up and it brought nothing but more anger you told him not to put it up but did he listen fuck no, you even told him it would blow his cover, but still he refused to listen he acted as if you were just a leech and it pissed you off but somehow you still managed to turn the other cheek and look past that.

Soon you see Thor and you say"yes!" 'Odin' looks at you and asks"what is it?" You seethe out "nothing that concerns you," He says "ok, calm down" you reply snarkily but quietly "don't order me around!" You clamp your mouth shut before you make a big scene.

The play ends and 'Odin' stands up clapping and says "well done, well done!" Thor walks out from the crowd and says "Father?" 'Odin' mutters "oh, shit" he sips from his wine and says "my son Thor has returned, greetings my boy."

you smirk deviously and say "well, you're screwed" he replies "not if I can help it" you seeth in a whisper "he probably already knows it's you, he's stupid but not THAT stupid" he ignores you so you roll your eyes and sigh frustrated. You gasped when the baby kicked you so you cuss quietly "crap, stop that you little shit!" Thor says to 'Odin' "it's an interesting play, what's it called?" 'Odin' replies "the tragedy of loki of Asgard, the people wanted to commemorate him," Thor says "and indeed they should, I like the statue a lot better looking than when he was alive, a little less weasly, greasy maybe" you can hear 'Odin' scoff and you get a bit angry even if you were pissed with Loki who is disguised as Odin.

Thor raises the skull and asks "do you know what this is?" 'Odin' replies "ooh the skull of Surtur, a formidable weapon," Thor says "well, do me a favour lock this up in the vault so it doesn't turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet" he hands it over to a guard. 'Odin' stands up and hands his drink over to you and says "thank you dear" you roll your eyes since that was totally sarcastic. He asks Thor "so uhm back to Midgard for you is it?" You could tell he was really nervous.

Thor replies "nope, I've been having this reoccurring dream lately, every night I see Asgard fall into ruins," Loki still disguised as Odin says "it's just a silly dream, a sign of an overactive imagination" Thor replies "possibly and then I decide to go out there and investigate, and what do I find, the nine realms completely in chaos, enemies of Asgard plotting our demise, all while you Odin the protector of the nine realms sit here in your bathrobe eating grapes" Loki well 'Odin' replies "yes well it is best to respect our neighbours freedom" Thor replies "yes, the freedom to be massacred" he tosses Mjolnir and catches it and Loki well 'Odin' says "yes, well I've been rather busy myself."

Thor asks "watching theatre?" 'Odin' replies "well, security council, board meetings and-" Thor cuts him off "your really gonna make me do it?" 'Odin' asks "do what?" Thor throws Mjolnir into the distance and stands behind 'Odin' holding him by the neck and says "nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand, not even your face" 'Odin' says "you've gone quite mad, you'll be executed for this!" Thor lowers his voice "see you on the other side, brother." You mutter to yourself seething "of course, I knew Thor was smarter than that, I warned him, but did he listen to me, oh heck no! My, he's an idiot!"

Loki finally drops the illusion when Mjolnir almost hits him and shouts "alright, I yield!" Thor throws him out the way making everyone gasp except you, you simply roll your eyes knowing this would happen Skurge comes running and says clearly out of breath "behold, Thor... Odinson" Loki cuts Skurge off by snapping his fingers and saying clearly pissed off "no, no" he turns to Skurge really pissed off holding one finger up "you had one job, just the one!" You somehow found it attractive when Loki was pissed it was cute (I tbh think Loki is adorable right then).

You just couldn't stay away, could you? Everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering. You've ruined everything, ask them."

Thor walks toward Loki intimidating and asks Loki "Where's father? Did you kill him?" Loki says clearly nervous" you had what you wanted, you got the independence you asked for" Thor makes Loki fall onto the couch holding Mjolnir against his chest and you gave Loki a glare followed by an eye roll

Loki glanced at you with a pleading look but you turned your face the opposite direction and glared at him Loki finally answered Thor in a pained voice "ow, ow, ow, ok, I know exactly where he is."

=========later========

The three and a bit over half of you went to Midgard and were standing by a building being demolished and Loki says "I swear I left him right here" Thor asks "here on the sidewalk or the building that's being demolished, great planning" Loki says "how was I supposed to know, I can't see into the future, im, not a witch" Thor says "really, then why do you dress like one?" You laugh and Loki glares at you so you glare back and your comment "I could've down it though."

Loki asks you "then why didn't you?" You roll your eyes and seethe "because you don't seem to give a damn about me as well as you didn't ask because you're a greedy and greasy jackass, who doesn't give a fuck about someone other than himself like me and your-" your cut off by a bunch of girls coming over and saying to Thor "can we have a picture with you?" Thor replies "of course" Loki rolls his eyes and the girls say to Thor before they leave "sorry to hear that Jane dumped you" Thor says, "she didn't dump me, it was mutual dumping," a circle appears around Loki's feet and Thor asks him "what are you doing?" Loki replies "this, isn't me."

Soon Loki disappears and you exhale somewhat more relaxed especially from that outburst of anger just now, but you were still pissed off and wanted so much to slap Loki at the least Thor pokes at the paper with his 'umbrella' and whispers "Loki?" You pat Thor's back sarcastically and say with sarcasm "Thor, you genius, he can't turn into a piece of paper" Thor picks up the paper and reads it Thor asks "so why are you so mad at my brother now?" you reply "many, many reasons, what about you and Jane?" Thor avoids your question and says "let's just go."

++++++++++++later++++++++++

You and Thor go to the place and a weird sorcerer guy appears and says "Thor Odinson, [Name] [F/N]'sdottir" you're shocked as to how he knows your name he says to Thor "you can put down, the umbrella" Thor does so, you all appear in a new room, you don't listen to a thing but soon enough your both seated and the sorcerer gives Thor some tea and you some flavours water Thor says "I don't drink tea" the sorcerer gives Thor something else being beer and you remain the same so you say "I want some of that to."

He says in a whisper "really I don't think so not with the little one in you" your eyes widen and you ask "what? How do you? What?" He replies "I have ways" sooner or later you zone out and don't hear a word but alone soon enough the sorcerer gets a book, grabs a piece of Thor's hair, making Thor roll down the stairs which you can't help but snicker to.

Randomly a portal appears and Thor says "I guess I'll be needing my brother back" the sorcerer replies "oh, right" Loki appears to fall out of a portal and onto the floor he says angrily "I have been falling for thirty minutes!"

the sorcerer says "you can handle him from here" you knew that was a bad idea but did nothing Loki seethes out "Handle me? Who are you? You think you're some kind of sorcerer? Don't think for one minute, you second-rate–" the sorcerer says "all right, bye-bye" he sends you all through a portal of some kind.

You land in a grassy area on a mountaintop Odin was standing by the edge, Loki and Thor walk over, you stay back since this was a family matter Odin says to them "do you hear it, your mother calls me" Thor glared at Loki and said "Loki, stop it" Loki shook his head and Odin says "took me quite a while to break from your spell, Frigga would have been proud, [Name] come over" Loki looks shocked at the praise. You ask Odin hesitantly "but im not-" he gestures for you to go over, so you do.

Odin looks at the engagement ring on your hand that you forgot about Loki had proposed before you were even pregnant and says "[Name], Loki you have my blessing" you smile slightly the first time in a while your anger dissolves right then and Loki looks at you fondly and smiles slightly he lifts your hand and kisses it right where the ring is and Odin says more things that you didn't quite listen to you because you were happy he praised Loki and gave you both his blessing.

The only things you really heard were a few things about Ragnarok after that Odin had disappeared and turned into a bunch of sparkles of a sort of course after saying he loved all of you. Thor was clearly angry and clouded with grief since storm clouds started to appear and Loki told you "[Name] stay back, or behind me" you nodded and obeyed.

Thor said to Loki " This is your fault!" You were too far back to hear anything and suddenly a portal appeared and women wearing Loki's colours which pissed you off an made you want to kill her right there but you couldn't, you had you and Loki's child in you. The baby was freezing you inside and out you felt as if you were getting frostbite and started to shiver Loki noticed and looked worried as well as concerned so you shook your head shivering and whisper "just get rid of her and why the heck is she wearing your colours?!" He shrugs and doesn't look happy about it. But changes into his Asgardian clothes Thor as well and you say "hey, don't forget about me?" He nods and you get changed into your Asgardian clothes and exhale in relief "this feels so much better than those Midgardian clothes.

Thor says to the women "I'm Thor Odinson" she comments "you don't look like him" Loki says "can we come to an arrangement" she comments "you sound like him" she says "kneel" Loki looks taken aback and says "beg your pardon?" Hela takes out necro swords and says "kneel before your queen" Thor throws Mjolnir at her which ends up being a bad idea because Hela destroys Mjolnir sending you and Loki backward, Loki obviously didn't put much thought into it but yells "bring us back!"

Thor shouts "NO!" But it was too late you were all already picked up by the Bifrost, Loki throws a dagger at Hela but she avoids it and sends it to you and Loki knocking you out, you land in a pile of trash and when you get up your furious and snap at Loki "YOU IDIOT, YOU ASSHOLE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID?! YOU'VE DOOMED US ALL AND NOW THIS CHILD IS GOING TO BE BORN IN A PLANET FULL OF TRASH!"

Loki gulps and suddenly you feel like you were dunked in ice-cold water over and over again you were short on air it felt so you gasped and said "crap!" Loki looked worried and ask "no, no your not in labour, are you?!" You shake your head and he puts his hand on your stomach feeling the coldness you felt frozen, he grabs the bottom part of your top half of the dress and asks "may I?" You nod weakly he lofts it and shoves the bottom of it down slightly and he looks in horror as he sees that you have a bunch of burns and asks worriedly "is the baby doing this to you?!" You nod weakly and he says "we shouldn't have kept the baby! I knew it was all bad idea! It's killing you inside and out!"

You black out and Loki catches you just in time you get colder and colder, soon your pulse drops and your breathing slows tears prick at Loki's eyes and he says "no, no, no [Name], no you can't die! [Name] please no... I can't live without you, you mean the world to me! I need you... And our child, please..."

Loki shakes you and says "[Name]... Wake up, stay with me!" Loki sees the giant and weird building thinking I'll be able to heal [Name], there, it's not safe here.

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You woke up and were engulfed in a tight embrace and looked to see Loki hugging him back, he kissed your cheek which surprised you and he knew it did so he asks "what's wrong?" You reply"its just that, you haven't exactly shown me ANY affection, for about a year or so, you haven't really given a shit about me for years or a year" Loki pulls you into his chest and says "I'm sorry about that" you reply "Loki, its fine" he replies "no it isn't and I know it."

You felt like you weren't carrying any extra weight so you say worriedly "NO, NO, WHERE IS THE BABY?!" Loki stops hugging you and says "calm down" he puts a hand on your stomach and says "right there, the baby is healthy and doing good" you sigh in relief and ask "where the heck are we though?" Loki replies "a place called Sakaar, its owned by a lunatic called 'the Grandmaster' he's an idiot, it was really easy to get in here," you ask "what did you have to do?"

Loki replies "well, I can persuade people you know and deceive them it was really easy, so almost nothing, just my persuasion" you reply "good, because I was thinking you'd try to kill him or threaten to" Loki chuckles "oh no, I wouldn't go that far right off the bat, besides I can lie my way out if I want to" you pull Loki into a hug and he wraps his arms around you tightly in a loving embrace, you kiss his cheek.

You stop hugging Loki and get up but he forces you back down and says "no, you need to rest, I've only just healed, your frostbite," you say "Loki, DONT order me around, you know I hate it and I can have a short temper and that'll just make me angry again, I don't mind it in bed but not otherwise" he smirks and says in that silky voice you loved "I know you do, my sweet" you giggle and say "stop, that Loki!"

He chuckles "alright I'll stop" you give Loki a peck on the lips and he smiles "I was so worried that you wouldn't live, never do that again, ok?" You reply "I won't don't worry and I didn't mean to worry you" Loki replies "I know but you did" you lift your top slightly and your eyes widen "it's completely healed" Loki replies "that's because I healed you to the best of my ability," you ask "were, you here the whole time?" Loki replies "yes I was, I didn't want to leave your side, especially in an unfamiliar place and... I was worried about you and the baby."

You smile slightly "I guess you do care" Loki replies "I've always cared, I'm just a bit of a fool sometimes" you lift a brow "sometimes? And just a bit?" Loki replies "don't push it" you reply "ok" you put Loki's hand on your stomach and the baby moves against his touch he smiles and says "our, little gift" you smile and nod he kisses the top of your hand and you ask "when are we gonna tell Thor?" Loki shrugs "I guess if he's alive whenever we think it's the right time, or he'll just see it right away" you nod and Loki says "you know, we haven't actually started thinking of names for the baby."

You reply "no, we haven't," Loki asks "want to?" You reply "of, course I do if you do as well that is?" Loki replies "I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise"

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[the-firebird69]

Welcome To Zero Motorcycles

They came up with this idea sometime ago is to have people running around saying zero electric motorcycles are great like we don't like them and to sell them and because it's like they're childish animal dream they went ahead and started making them even though their sales are abysmal and they're behind making them already they sold 100 nonillion today, but will produce only half that in a week and they're far behind production and that shows it and we're wondering what you're thinking why are you sitting there mocking us we can crush you in whatever you attempt you just keep doing it and you are doing it when you had stuff and I'll lend you a hand here helping us out by getting rid of yourselves especially this doork who keeps blabbing. And it's really obvious why he wants to stop for favino from intercepting his skulls. So watch out Dan... Your dad is an awful person hahaha my son says let's see why don't you keep it straight once like one encounter keep it straight or half but how about a teanse now well you're just about to see reality.

Today is finally the Bronx tale cuz the ship is moving I don't know it will be momentarily it's almost full everyone can see it so they're mobilizing to up there and Trump wants to know wants you to know that he is after you and that the show's real and that you should watch out because your mouth is open all the time

Dan says back no. Well I'm a moron then I told her to knock it off and you won't everyone hates you for what you're doing you're such a b**** your pill go around getting every angry it's like a dog s*** job for back nobody can think straight and you're adding to it along with Jesus Christ John and AKA bja what a hunk of shit. How's it supposed to work for any of us if it's not working at all.

We don't know Papa but we can't stand it we see it coming and it's coming towards our areas we have to get out of there

You stupid f***** you got to learn you jew bags that your jews now

We got to go to this place I'm going to make fun of us including him, Dan says. yeah yeah make fun of you. You get all the math backwards it's incredible it's like a backwards math machine CAA says

I've had enough dan says

Why don't you get out I'm going to kick you out you piece of s***

Trump

Well laughing because he's sitting here d****** with everyone more specifically you for the stupid key and you wouldn't let him out of here and we're trying to get him out and you won't get him out it's the dumbest thing we've ever seen we can't figure out what your angle is he's going to go mess around with everything so here it is the last day and the last hour and he's willing to fuck everything up it really is

Justin

Your friend a lot of things from a lot of people I tell you what though dan I think you mess things up more than me.

Bja

Not really I seen out there messing it up on purpose use your hands but I guess they do the groundwork which is more important

Dan

You too do the work that disabling and stopping the empire and your slaves to foreigners and you don't admit it all just sit there all night laughing at me because you're stupid as hell I want you out of my face what you've done to yourselves and to your father's despicable it's because of what you're doing here you can be found out sooner or later I'm being complete failures and assholes here it's causation it is worth it other people will know you don't have to know anything stupid so caustic and mean and nasty I'll try to my face

CAA Hera

You don't have anything to say about that except we do it because we try to get ahead and that's what we're doing and find out it's not working for us we go out and break this stuff

Bja

What cowards is this true but this system doesn't work for anything it's been putting it out and we've been hearing and not listening it doesn't do anything for us either and we won't stop doing it

Dan

No I heard this before we are trying to duck stuff but he says he's sort of another f*** ups but they won't stop doing it they won't leave me alone about it they've got other idiotic plans to go along with that stupid crap that's why I'm hearing you hear these morons who have this piss boy plan and I want you out of there but you need to come out of there and handcuffs a body bag or concrete anything

Trump

It was so bad we don't deserve to live our own people possibly but he says is you stop the empire The towers are coming down and it was a great feat and that everybody needed it done although we've been sitting here bothering him and doesn't do a damn thing except make him an enemy of ours because we are jerks and assholes so did you do the job and we did do the right job for our people who couldn't stop them and couldn't infiltrate and tried to use force in the end didn't work

Dan

Okay so that's what we did as a team what he's saying is we carry on like we were for years and do nothing to him but bother him and piss him off and now he's got nobody went foreigners to depend on because of us and what the max are doing and yeah it's stupid but that's what we're doing

Trump

Let's see what's happening here where's my next meal going to come from stupid s*** heads who are fighting each other and standing in my way every week for like 4 months was standing in his way I swear I was going to chop someone in half without even having a blade I've never seen so much hatred in my life and we're the ones generated and we know we are and we won't stop what kind of nonsense is this is one person is an inventor I'll tell you what we're doing it and we don't know why we keep doing it and make it worse

Dan

There's some truth to it they just keep doing it because they think it's right for them you'll work for them and all the stuff so I can attempt at Stockholm but without any savvy so I'm sitting there ready to kill your ass cuz it'll get rid of you and positive cleansing of the area and you don't even know it it's actually ready to kill your ass you think it's fake it's going to say self-defense stupid if he gets caught dumbass we'll see you just has to move and move fast out the door 10 miles away in 20 minutes is pretty fast fast enough everybody would die so he's threatening you it is threatening everybody else here with your petty f****** b*******

Thor Freya

All day all night he's doing it threatening you you coming to my room I'm going to kill you and flatten your f****** head so using it because he's threatening and he's going to force us to cleanse we have to be ready to stupid f*** that's how smart you are you pieces are s***

Olympus

[lokisprettygirl]

Love is Selfless, It's Kind (Part 14 ) (Loki x female reader)

Summary: Was Carla taken by frigga or there's a bigger power at work here ?

Warning : 18+ Smut , Sub loki, talk of abuse, some angsty angst, torture.

Taglist : @purplekitten30  @colifower  @rinacreateart  @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore  @christineblood  @delightfulheartdream  @the-wounded-healer05  @lokiprompts  @stitchinaride  @geeky-politics-46  @sharklover927  @virtualstrawberrydinosaur

As soon as Loki heard Thor's revelation he didn't want to believe it. That's not what happened right ? Their mother wouldn't hurt Carla especially when she knew about the case. "That's not possible thor, how do you know this?" He asks, he's so confused. "Welll I uhh I don't, im not entirely sure actually" thor admits and loki groans in frustration. "You're just winging it without any proof? You just accused allmother for kidnapping a mortal thor" he yells a little and thor shuts his mouth with his palm.

"I only said that because the night she visited us, I went to her room to talk something about father, but she wasn't there, where did she go? According to reports , Carla has been missing since that night only" he tells loki and that worries him, if frigga is somehow involved in this, it's going to create a huge mess for everyone.

"She would never be forgiven for her crimes against my son" Loki thought about what she said to him but she still didn't want to believe that his mother could harm someone like that. "And then she left so suddenly even though she came to stay for a longer period than that" everything thor is saying is making sense but he still don't want to believe it. He needs to find Carla.

"This video of her entering her apartment and disappearing is so eerie, what do you think happened?" Wanda asks you , you both are hanging out in Loki's room. "Don't know wan but I have a feeling it's nothing good, as much as I hate her, I want her alive n well so she can be punished properly for what she did with lo" you tell her and she nods.

After spending an excruciating painful hour with his lawyer he gets back to his room, he sees you and wanda as he enters the room. "I guess it's my cue to leave" wanda sighs as she looks at him "you can stay wanda, we love your company" loki smiles at her and she does too "Stay and watch you two being grossly cute with each other no thank you, besides vision is waiting for me" she smiles but there is a hint of worry on her face "What's wrong?" You ask her and she shrugs "Nothing it's just something about vision, nothing to worry about though, good night guys" she greets you both and loki closes the door as she does. He walks over to you, you are on his bed smiling at him "missed you princess" he climbs up on top of you and kisses your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips "I missed you too love, what happened with the lawyer sweet baby?" You ask him and he looks at you "if Carla will not appear for the trial, they will push the date forward, that's not optimal" he tells you and that saddens you, he finally took a stand against her and she was finally going to pay for what she did. You guys are so close.

"Mmm I'm sorry about that baby, I hope they will find her soon, I just don't understand how can she disappear like that, think she did it herself?" You ask him and he gets lost in his thoughts "could be, she's a lawyer, she knows ins and outs of it, I wouldn't put it past her" he mumbles and suck on your neck softly. He don't want to tell you what thor said to him, he needs to figure out the truth before he can divulge that information. "Don't worry about it princess okay? Just be here and be good for me, be safe with me" he mumbles and it makes you smile "yes sweet daddy" you giggle and he tickles your tummy which makes you laugh and scream at the same time "nooooh don't... you dare, you stop right there I swear to god" you laugh as you try to grab a hold of his hand to stop him from tickling "oh y/n I finally found your weakness" he intertwines your fingers with his and hold it above your head. He kisses you to stop you from struggling and laughing, his fingers trailing over your torso.

You hear your phone ringing and you plead loki to stop his tickle torture on you. He slides up and picks your phone and hand it over to you, you see an unknown number and it makes you curious "hellooo"

"Hi, am I speaking with miss y/n y/l/n?"

"This is she, who am I speaking to?"

"This is Eddie Brock from the daily globe, can I have few words with you about miss Carla Davidson?" You sit up on the bed as you hear him and you don't know what to say, is he a reporter? ofcourse he is , what does he want and why he wants to talk to you?

"Ummm I'm sorry but what do you want to talk about with me?" You ask him curiously.

"Can't tell you on the call miss, can I see you tomorrow ? Trust me it won't be a waste of your time, you can choose the place and time" he says to you and you look at loki. "Umm can I confirm in an hour?" You say politely and he agrees, once he hangs up you look at loki.

"What the hell was that?"

"I have heard that name somewhere" loki says to you and you raise your eyebrows "let me Google search lo" you type his name and he's not some unknown reporter, he used to be a hot shot but he was fired from the daily globe like more than a year ago after a meltdown. Why did he speak to you as if he still worked there?

"That's why I could remember his name, he interviewed me once during my trial" loki informs you.

"What does he wants from me and should I even see him? Would it hurt the case?" You ask him and he hugs you, he lies down on the bed with you on top of him "You're so considerate princess" he smiles and it makes you blush "maybe he knows something, and can help with whereabouts of Carla" loki says to you and you nod. So you call him and agree to meet him, ofcourse lo won't let you go see him alone. He would go with you. You don't have to worry about it tonight though. Things are getting messier everyday, all because of a stupid narcissistic abusive woman. You miss how blissful your life used to be when it was just you and loki.

"Y/n" you hear Loki's voice and turn around to see him standing with flowers in his hands. Loki picks you up everyday after work to drop you home, you live in a not so safe neighborhood and that worries him, you can't afford anything better and he wanted to help but you're not going to take his money, that's just wrong. Are those flowers for you? Is he finally going to tell you he likes you more than just a friend? Your friendship with loki grew so quickly in last month ever since he came back to see you. Sometimes you couldn't believe someone like him actually enjoyed spending time with you.

"Loki hi" you smile and he approached you. "These are for you, I remember you telling me how much you liked them" he raises his hands up and you take it from him and give it a sniff. "It's beautiful loki, thank you" you smile and it makes him smile too and moments like these are the reasons you're falling more n more for him everyday. His smile is so contagious and you can't help but stare at how pretty he looks like that. "You ready to go home?" He asks you and you nod. On the way you don't say much, your eyes linger over his sharp features as he focuses on driving. If only he knew the kind of thoughts you had in your head about him, he would stop being your friend.

When you reach to your apartment, you finally decide to invite him in. You haven't done it before, you're kind of ashamed of your crappy studio apartment but as much as you know him, he's not the kind of god person who would judge you for that. "Lo would you like to come in and hang out?" Hang out? Smooth. He smiles widely as he hears you "is that going to be my nickname?" He asks you and you smile "only if you like it"

"Ofcourse I do and I would love to hang out y/n" once he settles down, you offer him something to drink "I don't have anything alcoholic, would coffee do?" You ask him and he gives you his signature smile again "do you have black tea?" He asks and you nod. That was the first time you made his tea for him, he hung around and you both talked several things, he didn't ask you out that day but you became closer to him in different ways.

You didnt even realise when thinking about the past made you drift deep into your sleep. Next morning you woke up early with his arms wrapped tightly around you. You both decided to see the brock guy afterall, so you got ready and he took you to the cafe where you were supposed to meet him "He's late, he is 15 minutes late" you look at the time on your phone and your impatience makes loki giggle. Not even a minute later a man runs inside the restaurant and approach your table "Hi, I'm Eddie, we talked on the phone, sorry I'm late I was dealing with an..uhh emergency" he sits down and shake Loki's hand "Mr loki, wasn't expecting to see you here, don't know if you remember me"

"I actually do, that's why we agreed to meet" he responds and you could see Eddie fidgeting alot "I have seen you too but not on tv, I have seen you alot in the store I work at" you raise your eyebrows, he's that weird guy famous for buying chocolates in bulk. "Yeah I have a sweet tooth and lots of nephews..noooo you shut up" he growls and you and loki look at each "are you okay, you seem shaky" you ask him, and he smiles "let's talk about that stupid bitch Carla" you're taken aback by his language and nod your head.

"First of all I'm really sorry about what I'm going to say, it might seem like i was stalking you but I was just keeping an eye on her. Ever since the case was filed against her I was thrilled, I finally found a motivation to do something instead of just wasting my days away drinking and eating chocolates" he zones out for a bit and you look at loki. "Like three weeks ago she visited you in the store right? I was there on the other side of the aisle. I recorded your conversation with her, and it can be a proof of her trying to harrass you mentally, here it is" he passes you a pendrive and you take it from him "why did you do that? What beef you have with her?" You ask him curiously and he sighs and then seem irritated again "no we are not going to eat her, shut up" he bangs his hands on the table and loki glares at him "Can you please calm down mr brock, there's a lady here" Loki warns him, god hes hot when he's angry "I'm so sorry, I just don't like the food here so we won't eat here" he sighs but he is still fidgeting.

You keep your hand over his in a soothing calming way and he calms down instantly, maybe he's on drugs or drunk. Loki's eyes goes straight towards your hands, you're touching him like that, with so much of care, that's how you assured him too when he came to the store and told you about carla "Eddie relax please ? I know you're going through something but just take a deep breath and focus on me, I find it really helpful to focus on a particular thing or a person during anxious moments" you say calmly and he looks at you. You could feel Loki's eyes on you, is he jealous? He shouldn't be you're just trying to help him. "Okay thank you y/n, that was helpful" you leave his hands when he seems less fidgety "You asked me what beef I have with her?" He says to you both and you nod. "The same beef Mr loki have here" your raise your eyebrows at the revelation, did he date Carla, is he one of the ex of hers? This could be huge for the case, if a past victim comes out and that too with proof, there's no way she'll get away with this. He takes out his phone and shows you a picture of him with a black eye and you wince "She did that?"you ask him and he nods "Did you ever get hit or just the good old emotional abuse?" He asks loki and loki looks away "I heal instantly from mortal injuries and I never thought of having a proof, I didn't even realise I was being abused until recently" you turn to look at him and you hold his hand under the table to soothe him, Loki used to think this was reserved for him but apparently you're like this with every man, he pulls his hand back and it shocks you. Is he really pissed about you holding Eddie's hand to calm him down?

"I can testify, I should have done it a long time ago but she manipulated me, told me she loved me and she can't help it if she have anger issues, told me I would lose my job and my reputation, shouldn't have listened to her, I lost everything anyways" he sighs, you feel awful for him. You should have known loki must not be Carla's first victim, she treated him so horribly she must have done it before "She lost interest in me when she found you, I should have warned you, when I interviewed you and saw her later with you, maybe I should have warned you about the monster in her but I didn't, I did nothing but you're willing to fight against her and I can't be quite anymore"

Loki listens to him intently and sighs, he really was just another pawn in her abusive games, she never really cared even a little about him, he was just a new toy to play with and she dropped him when she found another one. And maybe you're like that too but on the opposite end of the spectrum. Maybe you were just looking for a broken sad man to fix, if it was Eddie or someone else that day in the store instead of him, you'd be with him. He doesn't make any difference.

"Thank you Eddie, this is really going to help with the case, only if Carla is found, nobody knows where she is" Loki tells Brock and he sighs, where is she? It cannot be his mother, he just don't want to believe that "I'm trying to figure that out too, I am also in touch with another one of her ex, but she's not willing to come forward and speak about it" he says to you. She ? Did Carla started to abuse woman first and then moved on to men to assert more power. What is this woman. Brock leaves and he gives you a kiss on your hand like an old timey gentlemen and you're taken aback by the reaction "Thanks for your generosity today,I'll stay in touch" After your meeting with him, you were going through the evidence Brock gave you, you will have to give it to his lawyers. Loki is awfully quiet and it's giving you an anxiety.

"Lo? Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Something wrong?" You turn around in your seat and you lift your hand involuntarily to scratch his scalp like you always do but he pulls away.

"I was never special or important was I? That's just how she is with everyone" he says to you and he is talking about Carla but you just know it have something to do with how you comforted Brock.

"Lo are you talking about her or me? You know I was just trying to calm him down right, he was probably on something and that's why he was acting weird, you can't really be jealous about something so silly" you huff and he glares at you, his eyes teary and you regret your words instantly.

"You're right I'm the silly one, always have been, a woman shows me slight affection and I start building fairytales in my head " he chuckles. He's really doing this huh. "Loki baby that's not what I meant, please stop taking everything in wrong way, I don't intend to do that, you know I love you lo" you speak softly and for a moment his eyes softens but he's too deep in his insecurities to see reason.

"You allowed him to kiss you"

"On the hands, it's not like I asked him to, he just did it out of nowhere" you raise your voice a little he's really being silly right now.

"Then maybe I should get kissed by every woman I meet as well, trust me they'll love it" you glare at him and you don't want to argue anymore, this is the pettiest fight you have ever had with him until now. And you don't want to say something hurtful to him, that's one of your major flaws, once you're angry or upset, you say stupid things.

"I'm done with this conversation lo, talk to me when you calm down"

"Maybe squeezing my hand would work, it worked on him and worked so well he had to touch you again" he taunts you and you gasp audibly. You can't believe this. This is ridiculous, especially after everything you both have been through. "Really lo? Really?" You're angry and frustrated now. Once you reach the tower, you storm out of the car and don't even wait for him, but then you have to wait for him at the main entry gate because you still don't have entry access to the tower, you're not an avenger or anyone important. He's going to regret this, he just knows he's going to regret hurting you like this, you were just trying to help him, nothing more, but his possessiveness for you knows no bounds, you're his and his only.

"I'm going to hang out with wan, I can't be around you right now" you say to him, and the look he gave you made you want to run to him and shower him with affections until he's ridden of these stupid thoughts but you just know you're going to fight again and that's the last thing you want. You leave him to ponder over what he did.

So that's how it's going to start, that's how he is going to push you away, that's how he's going to make you love him less n less everyday till you don't feel anything for him. He can't keep his happiness for long can he? He have to ruin the best thing in his life, just because he's an insecure ass. Few hours away from you drove him crazy, he realised what a huge ass he has been, you're going through all this trouble for him, atleast you had peace in your life before him but now you have to deal with his superhero job, his admirers, his court cases and on the top of it his insecurities.

Once you calm down you start missing him like crazy, he's your baby and he's hurting and doubting your love for him and you should be there to calm him down. You say goodnight to wanda and you make your way towards Loki's room. Once you get inside, it's very dimly lit but you can see him in the center of the room, right next to his bed, on the floor. He was on his knees, his palm placed in his lap, he wasn't wearing a shirt or a pant, just his boxers, God hes beautiful like that, Kinky little baby "lo what are you doing baby" you ask him as you get closer to him "Trying to apologise princess" he says softly and his face makes you want to ravage him until he can't take it anymore. You sigh and walk over to him. He's looking down so you grab the back of his neck and make him look at you. Yeah definitely going to destroy him.

"So you're almost naked on your knees because you want to apologise?" You rub your thumbs over his lips and he shudders "mmm want to pleasure you, you do so much for me, put up with so much because of me and I disappoint you, don't deserve you" he speaks softly and it hurts you, you never want him to feel that way, never want him to feel like you pity him, you love him so much, everything you do you do it because you love him crazily "Don't say that sweet baby, that hurts me, you don't disappoint me lo, never, you felt bad when I held his hand?" You ask him and he nods, his eyes tearing up at the memory. He don't want to think about it "So bad, I thought that was only reserved for me, but that's insensitive of me to think that you wouldn't or shouldn't be how you are. You are a caring loving person and that's just who you are princess and I'm sorry I tried to possess you as if you're a thing, a property to be kept, you're a goddess and you deserve to be treated as such" he kisses your fingertips one by one once he's done talking "oh sweet baby, you know I'm all yours right, you treat me so good and I'll be your property if you would want me to be, I'll let you brand me with your name if it makes you happy" the thought hardens him instantly, how could you still be dominant even though you're talking about him marking you permanently "you never have to think about me treating someone else the way I treat you, I could never sweet love, I could never in my life feel how I feel about you, with you, could never give myself the way I give to you, can never trust or fall for someone like I did with you, you're you loki and I'm blessed, there are no men like you, I love you insanely" you mumble softly and you lean down to kiss him. He kisses you back, his hands still on his lap, god hes the subbiest sub there ever could be.

"Princess, needs to pay for hurting you, need to be your pet, need to submit to you please princess, let me worship you" he pleads you and how can you ever deny when he is like this, when he looks like this. You compose yourself and if he wants to submit you're going to fulfill his desires and make him submit properly "you were forgiven as soon as I entered the room lo, you're my good boy right? You're always my perfect boy" you caress his hair and he moans your name. So soft, so so gentle, he wants to combust. "Princess pleaseee" he whines and it makes you smile, he looks so desperate.

You undress yourself slowly and he watches you take your dress off until you're just in your lingerie. "If you want to be my pet lo, be a pet properly, where is your collar?" You ask him and his eyes widens, you want to put him in a collar, maybe even a leash someday, god he is so painfully hard at the thought. He conjures one as soon as the words left your mouth, black leather strapped around his neck. He's so hot and you need him. "Such a good little pet you're, the best one lo, look at you,so so pretty for me" he whines at the praise and you push your thumb in his mouth, he sucks on it. The filth you had in your head after that, you couldn't even believe your own depravity. "God lo ..you be like this for me and then you doubt my love for you, think that I'll ever be able to not love you?" He looks at you with his big innocent eyes and you can't wait anymore "make me cum in your mouth lo" you command him and he squeals, you feel his mouth below your abdomen and he pulls your panties down . You step out of it and kick it with your legs behind you.

Your dripping soaked cunt makes his mouth water, he needs to have his fill, he needs to drink all of you, he pulls you in by grabbing your ass and his mouth starts to suck on your lips slowly. You moan loudly as you feel him "ohh god, such a perfect pet, making me feel so good baby" you praise him and that motivates him to go faster, he licks and sucks harshly on your cunt and then you feel his tongue inside you. He lifts one of your legs up and wrap it around his shoulder so he have better access. You won't last long, the sight of him so lost in you is enough to drive you over the edge, the humming noises he is making as he eats you is like music to your ears "gonna cum lo, gonna fill your mouth, drink it all thirsty baby" you mumble as you let go finally. He grabs onto your legs, supporting you , he knows you're weak in the knees after that. His mouth is covered in your juices and he's admiring every little reaction of yours. Your body shaking, your head thrown back.

"Fuck lo that was so good, such a good boy" he whimpers at the praise. You look down and his cock is so hard in the confinement of his boxers..you rub his cock with your feet slightly and he could have cum right then if he had your permission "oh nornsss princess pleasee" he whines and sob a little at the sensation..he's so close to the edge, eating you out like that and feeding on your nectar already made him lose all his senses "think you can cum like this lo, with my feet rubbing your cock? " You ask him and he just sobs in revert "pleaseeee pleaseee I need to" he pleads with you and he looks so ruined you love it. You can reduce him to this and he allows you to. You ask him to get completely naked and he does it instantly. You lay him down on the floor itself and you start riding him hard n fast. Both of your moans fills the room and you lift him up by pulling his collar, you wrap your arms around him "cum my pet, cum for me, now" and he does quickly, he let go and you feel him filling you up to the brim, his cock twitching inside you. He is spent, completely spent, physically, emotionally, his soul is spent and it's yours, he wraps his arms around you and lie down with you on top of him so you both can catch your breath.

"I love you so much princess, can't ever lose you" he mumbles softly and you kiss his forehead "you think I can be without my sweet baby? Never, I love you so damn much" he smiles as he hears you "take this off baby, need to pamper you with neck kisses" you point towards his collar and you could see the blush on his cheeks "that was so kinky" he giggles. You take care of him and he takes care of you after that and you realise that no matter what happens, or how much you fight, you both will be okay as long as you have each other. You both will be okay.

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"Please let me go, I'll do whatever you want me to do pleasse just let me go" Carla pulls on her chains that were used to bind her, she has been in the dark cell from a week now. She have no idea where she is and who these people are, but they are not humans. A figure approached her inside the cell and she cowers in the corner.

"Tch tch tch mortal, do not be frightened, all this pain will lead to fruition, mercy will be bestowed upon you if you devote yourself to us" the figure taunts her.

"What do you want I'll do anything pleease" she cries and screams.

"What's his weakness mortal? What is that one thing that brings the god of mischief to his knees?"

"Is that why you tortured me you bastard, I could have given that information for free you asshole" she starts screaming as she feels immense burning pain in her head. "Stop please stop I'll tell you I'll tell you, it's not what ,it's a who, his weakness is not a thing or a power he possesses, it's a woman"

"Go on ,mortal, share"

"Y/n Y/l/n"

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