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lokitvsource · 21 hours ago
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'LOKI' FYC Event  WEST HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA - MAY 22: Tom Hiddleston attends the LOKI FYC Event at the Silver Screen Theatre at the Pacific Design Center in Los Angeles, CA on May 22, 2022.
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unfuckablebogtroll · 5 hours ago
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nakedhiddles · 2 days ago
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Tom Hiddleston as Will Ransome in The Essex Serpend (2022) Episode One
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theavengers · 8 hours ago
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LOKI’ FYC Event  WEST HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA - MAY 22: Tom Hiddleston attends the LOKI FYC Event at the Silver Screen Theatre at the Pacific Design Center in Los Angeles, CA on May 22, 2022.
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reedakas · 2 days ago
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The Essex Serpent, Episode 3 (2022) dir. Clio Barnard
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nocturnphantom · 2 days ago
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𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 🖤🍷
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handmaiden-of-mischief · a day ago
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧
Hi lovelies! It’s been a while since I posted a story for Loki; I’m still focusing on the series I’m writing for him because I want to have them ready before season 2 drops, but here’s a filthy little story for now 😁 I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki🖤 
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x female reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It’s been a few weeks since Loki married you and made you his queen - but being queen isn’t as easy as you’d hoped it might be. A good thing that Loki knows exactly how to ease the tension.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut and fluff
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.8 k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT! (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), oral (f! receiving), a bit of dirty talk, fingering, semi-public sex
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡  
𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 🖤
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Your steps echoed through the huge space, reverberating from the towering golden walls as you strolled towards the two thrones on the dais, the silken hem of your dress softly swishing around your ankles with every step like gentle currents of water and your head held high so the crown woven into your hair wouldn’t slip and clatter to the ground.
You knew you looked like a true queen. The maids had taken long enough to prepare you for the day this morning. You just didn’t feel like it.
Loki’s cerulean gaze followed your every movement when you let yourself sink down on the throne beside his, and your deep, exhausted sigh echoed through the vastness of the throne room.
With a gentle sway of Loki’s elegant hand, the throng of guards in their golden armour – really, Asgardians had a thing for gold – left, the heavy set of equally golden doors falling shut behind the last one of them to leave you and Loki in peaceful solitude.
The trickster turned in his seat to face you.
“I take it then the war council meeting was as exasperating as I thought it would be”, Loki broke the silence, understanding shining in his eyes.
“Why do we even have a war council if there’s no war?”, you groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, adding slight pressure to massage the spot where you could feel a headache forming like thunderclouds in the distance. You squeezed your eyes shut. “I stayed up all night to get a better understanding of these new weapons the council wanted to discuss – but that wasn’t even the topic. They droned on and on about…Norns, I can’t even remember what they did discuss.”
Soft fabric brushed against your bare arm when Loki, who’d risen from his own throne, now leaned against the golden armrest beside your elbow, and his elegant fingers began to gently thread through your hair in soothing movements, scraping over your scalp where the crown’s heavy gold pressed against your skin, that strange new weight settled on the crown of your head, mirroring the invisible one weighing on your shoulders.
You sighed, and sunk into Loki’s touch. One by one, the pins which held the elaborate braids of your hairdo came lose when Loki picked them from your hair like flowers from a meadow, and with every strand which loosened from the tight braids, the tension in your head subsided a little more.
“You have no idea how long it took the maids to finish this hairdo”, you commented.
Loki’s hand stilled, and he softly asked, “Shall I stop?”
You were quick to shake your head. “Norns, no. It feels like needles digging into my skull. It’s just…it looked so queenly.”
“You look just as queenly and beautiful with your hair lose, my love”, Loki reassured you as the last of the braids loosened beneath his fingertips, and you exhaled with the sensation of the tension on your scalp easing, the headache subsiding, and Loki’s gentle fingers raking through your hair still.
With the tug of the hairpins gone, the small crown resting on your head didn’t feel as uncomfortable anymore. A bearable weight. And it was pretty – a pattern of feathers forged of pure gold, so delicate and detailed that they looked as if they’d been plucked from a raven’s wings.
Another deep sigh bubbled from your lips, and Loki’s fingers in your hair stilled.
“What’s the matter, my love?”, he crooned, inching a little closer to you on his seat on the golden armrest of your throne. Your throne. It still sounded so impossibly surreal.
“It’s…”, you sighed, “To be honest, I feel as if I’m always ten steps behind everyone else at court. I know it’s only been a few weeks since our wedding, but shouldn’t I be better at all this by now? I might look like a queen. But I don’t feel like one. These looks are an illusion, nothing but smoke and mirrors. I feel like I’m not a good queen and no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be.”
There, you’d said it. And it felt so good to finally voice these fears which had been haunting you for the past few weeks. While being Loki’s wife was a dream come true, better than anything you could ever have imagined it would be like, being queen of Asgard…it was overwhelming, to say the least.
“I feel incapable, incompetent, and inadequate.”
Loki’s hands left your hair to gently lift your chin to make you gaze up at him.
He looked regal, and stunning, and like the true king he was in his armour and the horned golden helmet gleaming in the light of the sconces illuminating the golden walls of the throne room. The look in his beautiful ocean eyes was impossibly soft as he looked at you, and he asked, “Is that really what you think? The people love you.”
“They love you, too.”
“They tolerate me. It’s you who holds their hearts. I wish I could make you see what they see, what I see when I look at you, because it’s breaking my heart to see you so tired and hopeless. You’re a true queen, Y/N. You work so hard –“
“But it’s not enough”, you groaned, pressing your hands over your face to hide the embarrassment burning in your expression. “When you talk to the council and give commands, it’s so…regal. So natural. When I do it, I feel like a child playing pretend.”
“Give yourself some time to accommodate,” Loki soothed, “I’ve been raised to do these things. I’ve been prepared for the throne my whole life.” Loki’s hands found yours, moving them away from your cheeks and into your lap, entwining your fingers as he went on, his eyes flashing with a new fierceness, “You already are a wonderful queen. Maybe – “ Loki’s eyes flashed with the familiar spark of mischief, and his smile turned into a devious smirk – “it’s time to enjoy yourself a bit. Ease some of that tension…”
With these words, he left his place on your armrest and knelt down on the stone floor in front of you.
Your eyes widened. “Loki, what exactly are you doing?”
“I’m kneeling before my queen,” Loki hummed his response, as if it wasn’t obvious, and his fingers snaked beneath the hem of your dress, briefly caressing your ankles, before he let them glide upwards, over your calves and further up to your thighs.
Your breath quickened with the sensation of his slow caresses, and wherever his fingertips made contact with your bare legs, his touch left your skin burning and tingling, making you yearn for more, that familiar ravenous sensation blazing to life in your core.
“I mean it, Loki, what are you doing?”, you breathed, voice low in fear it would somehow carry to the hallways beyond the empty throne room.
“Helping you loosen some of the tension,” Loki purred his reply, and the low sound of his dark voice, like velvet on your bare skin, sent another hot shiver slithering down your spine. The trickster’s fingertips grazed the sides of your legs as he hiked up the flowing silk of your dress, further and further, and despite your fear of being caught, you could already feel your arousal pooling between your legs at his touches – and at the sight of him, kneeling between your legs, so otherworldly beautiful in his green-and-golden armour and the glinting horned helmet which was so much better than any crown he could have worn.
The gleam of mischief in his ocean eyes as he held your gaze with an intensity fierce enough to bring you to your own knees, paired with the most devious of smirks on his soft lips, sent your heart racing against your ribs and your mind spinning with all the improper thoughts this look sowed in your mind. Loki’s grin widened as he watched you melt into his touch.
He knew exactly what he was doing to you, teasing you with his hands wandering up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs now, leaving goosebumps and searing sparks in their wake, and you shifted a little on your throne to inch closer towards him, biting your lip, hard, to suppress the soft moan that was threatening to spill from you.
Never tearing his gaze from yours, Loki began to place a trail of hot, lingering kisses on your left leg, wandering upwards to the apex of your thighs, to the throbbing ache in your core where you needed him most, and you could see how much he relished the shuddering gasps which escaped your lips as you melted into the feeling of his hot lips on your bare skin while he slowly, so achingly slowly, kissed his way upwards.
“What if anyone sees us?”, you breathed, but your concern was half-hearted, your mind already hazy with lust while you gazed into Loki’s own darkened eyes, the want glittering in their blue-green depths which were nearly swallowed whole by the black of his dilated pupils.
“Let them”, Loki whispered with a vicious wink, “I’ll worship my queen whenever and wherever she lets me.” The dark rasp in his voice, heavy with arousal, was all it took for the remaining dregs of your resolve and worries to dissipate, for the throbbing ache between your legs to grow too intense to bear, and you let yourself sink back against the back rest of your throne while Loki’s lips wandered higher along the inside of your thigh, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin to elicit another low moan from you.
Your dress had ridden up the rest of the way now, the thin fabric pooling around your exposed waist, and Loki’s fingers toyed with the hem of your panties before he pulled them down with his teeth, his cerulean gaze burning into yours.
You were glad you were seated already – else, you might just have fainted with the sight in front of you.
“Stop teasing”, you demanded in a weak voice, and your hands gripped the smooth, cool gold of the armrests when Loki chuckled darkly, and his hot breath ghosted over the apex of your thighs, the arousal pooling there.
“Is that a command, my queen?”, he teased. The dark playfulness with which he carried himself, paired with the sight of him – Asgard’s king – kneeling between your legs, was nearly enough to send you over the edge already.
“It is,” you smirked, breathless.
“Then let me hear it”, Loki drawled, placing another delicate kiss to the inside of your thigh – close enough to your heat to make you go crazy with the sensation, and far enough away to keep teasing you with it, and you rasped, “Very well. I command you to stop teasing and put that silver tongue of yours to better use.”
“As you wish, my queen”, Loki snickered, and his free hand shot to your waist to pull you closer to him, drawing a surprised gasp from your lips, while his other hand hooked your leg over his shoulder to get better access to your core, and his name tumbled from your lips in a low moan when his hot tongue ghosted over your wet folds, the air knocked from your lungs when the hot tip of his tongue finally flicked over the swollen bud of your clit.
With a soft cry ripping free from your throat, you rolled your hips up towards him, to chase that glowing sensation, but Loki grabbed your waist and pushed you back down, pinning you against the golden seat of your throne.
“So eager for me, my love”, he purred, and the vibration of his smooth voice against your burning heat sent another wave of pleasure cascading through your body, liquid flames licking at every nerve in your body with the fire Loki’s touches incited in your lower belly. He drew his tongue over that sweet spot again, languidly, swivelling around it, and this time, you couldn’t hold back the wanton outcry.
It reverberated from the golden walls, an echo too loud to go unheard, and Loki crooned, “I wish you could see how ravishing you look, all flushed and unravelling for me on your throne. Such a beautiful queen.”
He gently sucked on that spot again, and your back arched with the white-hot sensation of bliss bolting through your body as his skilled tongue kept playing with your clit, his strong hands still holding you in place. The sight of him, kneeling in front of you, worshipping you with his tongue, was heavenly, but the next flick of his hot tongue against your arousal made you see stars bursting in your vision and your eyes flutter close.
“What…what about you?”, you managed to utter between another string of moans, and Loki whispered against you, “This is about you, my love. Despite, the sinful sounds you’re making for me are all the pleasure I could wish for.” He gently sucked at your clit once more, and just when you thought you might burst with the fireworks of pleasure exploding in your nerves, one of Loki’s hands let go of your hip and instead slipped beneath the fabric pooling around your waist, wandering towards your core before he slipped one digit inside of you, and every remaining coherent thought left your mind as he added a second finger, grazing that spot deep inside your walls so perfectly you thought you might explode with pleasure.
“Good?”, Loki breathed against you, and you rolled your hips to meet his tongue, his lips, to drive his fingers deeper into your throbbing heat – just as he curled his fingers to hit the sweet spot inside of you once again.
You were sure that by now, the whole palace would hear your cries of pleasure, but you didn’t care. Not with Loki kneeling between your legs, making love to you with his tongue, fucking you so skilfully with his beautiful fingers.
You could feel his smirk against your core, his tongue drawing lazy circles around your clit as he added a third finger, stretching you, relishing the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he built your orgasm with languid strokes of his silver tongue, hitting the sweet spot inside of you over and over again, his pace quickening in perfect sync with the movements of your hips as you thrust them against him to gain more friction, more of these heavenly sensations, this searing, all-consuming bliss.
“Don’t hold back, my love”, he whispered against you, “Show me what you want me to do.” You complied. You hand left its place on the golden armrest of your throne to wrap around one of the golden horns on Loki’s helmet to guide him closer against your throbbing pussy, grinding against his lips as you held on to him, the bliss of your orgasm building like a riptide ready to sweep you away.
“I’m…close”, a broken whisper tumbled from your lips. Loki curled his fingers against your walls again, hitting the sweet spot inside again and again while his tongue expertly stroked the swollen bud of your clit, your hips snapping desperately against his lips to chase that high, you could feel your own rhythm faltering and your walls clench around him, arousal already running down your tights. “Norns, yes!”, you cried out, and Loki’s name tumbled from your lips in a broken cry as your orgasm washed over you in a hot current that sizzled in the tips of your fingers and swept through every fibre of your body, making stars spark in your vision as it chased away every rational thought, every last dreg of fear and doubt.
Your hands clutched on to the horns of Loki’s helmet, finding purchase to stabilize you while you rode out your high on his fingers, your back arced while you threw your head back against the golden back rest of your throne with the hot bliss of your climax lighting up your vision into blinding white, and his praises for you tangled with your moans as Loki lapped up your arousal as if it were the sweetest taste he’d ever come to enjoy. You own breathless gasps were in sync with his heavy breaths as Loki lifted his head, your juices glistening on his lips, and his eyes sparking like twin flames as he purred, “Feel better, my queen?”
In the daze of your afterglow, all you could do was nod in breathless reply as your spinning senses resurfaced from the haze of your orgasm, a grin of your own blooming on your lips as you drawled, “I might get used to this kind of…tension-resolve. My king.”
Loki’s teeth flashed with another devious grin. “You only need to command it. My queen.”
♡ 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  (𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭)
♡ 𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢
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'LOKI' FYC Event
WEST HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA - MAY 22: (L-R) Tom Hiddleston, Natalie Holt, Kate Herron, and Michael Waldron attend the LOKI FYC Event at the Silver Screen Theatre at the Pacific Design Center in Los Angeles, CA on May 22, 2022. (Photo by Alberto E. Rodriguez/Getty Images for Disney)
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televisiongifs · a day ago
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- I don't think you have a right to be this angry with me. The Essex Serpent (2022) S01E03 Falling
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lokitvsource · 4 hours ago
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LOKI S01E04 The Nexus Event
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rins-love-wins · 16 hours ago
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Tom Hiddleston at the Loki FYC Event at The Silver Screen Theatre at the Pacific Design Center in Los Angeles, California on May 22, 2022
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mlmxreader · 7 hours ago
fun reminder that people w psychotic disorders are NOT your villain; they're not your fucking fictional bullshit murderers, we are not villains, we are not inherently violent or more likely to be violent. stop treating us like fucking villains, stop treating us like we're fucking shit on your goddamn shoes. stop saying shit like "omg they're psychotic for this!!" and "what a fucking psycho oh my god". fuck off, you're ableist as fuck and it's blatant.
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mancandykings · 8 hours ago
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Tom Hiddleston - The Essex Serpent (2022) S01E03
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reedakas · 2 days ago
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The Essex Serpent, Episode 3 (2022) dir. Clio Barnard
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bestoftomhiddles · 4 hours ago
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Tom Hiddleston attends the LOKI FYC Event at the Silver Screen Theatre at the Pacific Design Center in Los Angeles, CA on May 22, 2022
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oscarskirt · a day ago
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Tom Hiddleston in THE ESSEX SERPENT - Falling
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 18 hours ago
53 from 100 kisses list with tom
53. tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear
That got so confusing to write! Too many Toms.
send a number from this list and I'll write a blurb
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You were on stage for a panel with your co-star Tom Hiddleston, promoting the upcoming Thor: Ragnarok. Chris was supposed to be there too, but his flight had been cancelled because of a storm, which left you and Tom alone for the panel.
''A Loki movie? I wouldn’t be opposed to that.'' Tom turned to you. ''Would you want a Loki movie?''
''Why not? I think it would be interesting to see more of Loki. So far, all movies from the MCU have been about the heroes. I love them all, but I think it would be cool to make a movie about an antagonist character. And, I'm not saying this to flatter Tom, but Loki is the superior brother,'' you answered, making the crowd cheer loudly in agreement.
''Marvel, do you hear that? It's what the fans want.''
''As long as I get to be part of it,'' you added with a smile.
The interviewer moved on to the next question, which was for Tom.
While you were listening to your co-star's answer, you noticed some heads in the crowd had turned to the side of the stage. Some of the fans had began whispering too, which woke your curiosity. You turned around to check, your movement causing Tom and the interviewer to do the same, and caught sight of your other Marvel co-star - and boyfriend -,Tom Holland, sneaking on stage.
He went over to Tom - Hiddleston - and hugged him from the back of the couch. The elder Tom clapped the back of his shoulder with his free hand, returning the affective gesture.
Then, he moved to you, but Tom didn’t settle for a hug, he kissed your cheek, which made the crows erupt in screaming and cheering and cooing. 
''Ladies and gents, friendly neighborhood Spiderman,'' the interviewer introduced. 
Tom grabbed a mike from the back of the couch and sat next to you. It was a little bit of a squeeze since it was a two-seat couch.
''Hi guys!'' he greeted the crowd, a big smile on his lips. ''My photo op has been pushed back, so I thought I'd come bother you guys.''
''Get out, this is not your panel,'' you joked, trying to push his off the couch. 
Tom laughed, but didn’t budge. Instead, he reached out and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The small but loving gesture will without a doubt be turned into videos and gifs on social media in the next hours.
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wheredafandomat · 16 hours ago
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Is it just me or is that Loki? We all know Tom Hiddleston don’t be stepping out in Red Bottoms whereas Loki would absolutely 😂😂
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