#your-pup-loki

[artxmisery]

I'm just a pathetic little puppy <33

awww, yeah you are! and so eager to tell me about it too! you really are pathetic <33

#nsft #ask #your-pup-loki #so cute when puppies come tell me exactly how pathetic they are #good puppies know their place

[lokisgoodgirl]

The Urge [Loki x Fem. Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Breeding kink. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. (w/ 1.8k)

"I can smell you." You stopped rinsing dishes, wiping your palms on your leggings before turning off the tap. He’s home early, you thought with mild interest. “What?! Two seconds...” you called. The sound of Loki dropping his keys into the dish by the door rattled. Metal on porcelain. You turned towards the noise, jumping as your husband’s broad shoulders suddenly filled the open kitchen doorway. “I said... I can smell you.” he repeated darkly, leaning against the frame.

Loki’s pupils were dilated, only a sliver of electric blue visible at the furthest rims. You ran your hands up the sharp angle of his jawline, trying to coax a smile. “Well I haven’t showered since last night but I didn’t think it was that -oh!” Loki stooped, hoisting your ass-cheeks with his huge palms. Your legs instinctively cinched around his hips, clinging on. It was a long drop to the floor. “I mean what’s between your thighs, wife.” he hummed menacingly. “You’re ripe.” Heat flushed your cheeks, a thrill thundering to the lowest centre of your sex. It was happening. “Are you sure you’re ready for the weight of my full load?” he snarled against the shell of your ear, the meaning in his words abundantly clear. You shivered. Loki had lifted the enchantment impeding his ability to impregnate you, and it had...side effects. “It will be four times what I usually spend inside that tight little slit of yours. I hope you can take it.” he murmured under his breath as he paced in long strides to the bedroom. He lowered you to the bed. You scrambled back on the mattress, running your eyes hungrily up his triangular torso. “And I hope you can keep it.” he spat, roughly yanking the knot in his tie. Loki had warned you that the tidal wave of god-level hormones would make him a little strange. A little less...sentimental. But even he wasn’t aware just how animalistic he would become in his mission to give you what you desired. What you both desired. He stripped the black suit jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoning the dark shirt slowly as he tilted his head. His gaze stalked over your body, breathless and flushed. He was hard already, his thick cock snaking down his thigh against the tight cotton. “How am I to make you fat with my offspring if you do not remove your clothes?” There was a venom in his voice that made you clench. “Oh, right- sorry.” you mumbled, tugging off your stained t-shirt. You lifted your hips, fumbling the waistband down. “Too long.” he scoffed impatiently, before leaning and grabbing the lowered nylon crotch. In one swift movement, the leggings ripped at the seams, half of the pair landing on the bed-knob. Your husband's stare smouldered with barbarism, his deep love hibernating as primal urges came to the fore. Loki ripped the belt from his hips, the coil of leather falling discarded with a loud crack to the floor.

You shuffled backwards on the martial bed as he unzipped his trousers, the perfect cock that had made love to you thousands of times looking different somehow. Harder? Bigger? you thought frantically, feeling your breath catch in your throat as his naked body descended. Loki’s hair fell wild around his collarbone, eyes narrowing as he tilted his chin to his chest. That smouldering gaze never left your own. “Don’t be afraid, darling." Loki nudged your knees apart gruffly. “You are worthy of breeding with a god, you should be grateful.” He wrapped his long fingers around your delicate wrists. “And I intend to thoroughly breed you tonight, pup. You can be sure of that.” You could feel the swollen tip of his manhood sliding against your entrance, the sticky mess of ovulation grasping against pre-cum gathered at the head. “Oh-my-g-god…” you gasped, unable to form proper words. You had never been more turned on in your life.

“That’s it. Praise me, little one.” Loki purred, before a long inhale made his eyes flutter closed in lust-drunk anticipation. “Such a well-bred cunt you have...” he hummed appreciatively, before licking a trail from your collarbone to your mouth. “Perfect for a god’s seed...” he rasped, releasing one wrist to palm the nearest breast upward. “... perfect for soaking in what I have to give.” he continued lazily. Loki nuzzled against your ear as his grip returned to the free wrist strewn above your head. “My prize breeding bitch.” You arched your back, feeling your pussy gape against the throbbing cock nestled tauntingly between your folds. Ready to burst. He released a ragged moan against your ear, pulsing between your open thighs. “I can’t keep myself out much longer, I can’t resist you like this – you have one final chance to stop before I fill you.” he panted quietly, a semblance of familiarity cracking through feral domination. You shook your head, murmurs of don’t stop passing your lips as a cruel smirk stretched his own. He snarled, mouth falling open as his wide tip squeezed past the tight opening. Loki swallowed, the veins in his neck straining. “Prepare for everyone in nine realms to know you have been fucked into this pathetic state.” he growled ceremonially. He bottomed out with a staggered groan as his grip on your wrists tightened. “And fucked by whom.” You squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips into the curves of his enormous muscular thighs. Waves of bliss soared as he grunted with every slow thrust, devastatingly measured. “Tell me I’m your slut, Loki-” you mewled, whining as he pressed the backs of your thighs mercilessly towards your ears. Loki's eyes fell to the sight of his glistening cock sinking into your swollen pussy, juices already leaking around the mess of twin flesh. He grit his teeth, curls swinging around his jaw as he watched himself disappear repeatedly into your ripe heat. “Remember who it is you have sheathed in your cunt, little one.” he grunted, balls slapping. “I only fuck my slut, I don’t breed her.” You whimpered, lost in a haze of unadulterated eroticism. It was filth. His voice. His hands. His cock. His words. “You’re so fucking t-tight.” he gasped, releasing a rasping moan that shook the Asgardian trinkets on the side-table. “I’m going to pound you so full of my...uhhh- sacred c-cum that you’ll be dripping from that pretty m-mouth.”

Your husband's voice vibrated around the apartment, the timbre so low you were sure it would sink through the floorboards. He was unhinged, the grip around your calves making halos of lightened skin appear beneath the dent of his fingertips. “Don’t-don’t stop...Loki” you gasped, frozen in place by his weight. The god snarled, his upper lip disappearing as his eyes flashed. “I said I would breed you, and I intend to.” he spat, suddenly pulling your wrists and flipping you to all fours. His slippery cock popped from your hole with a squelch as your palms hit the mattress. In a flash, long fingers grasped the nooks of your hips, sinking himself possessively back inside. The two of your groaned in unison as your ass hit the flat of his stomach.

“The way that ripe pussy is desperate to milk me, I won’t last…” he fawned, before placing a tight slap against your ass. “But then, pleasure is not the order of business. Not your pleasure, anyway..” The god muttered darkly under his breath, rhythmically pulling you tight against the base of his shaft before pushing you forwards. The fingers against your flesh would leave bruises. Animalistic grunts clouded the air like smoke as he railed into you like the beat of a drum. You could feel the veins in his cock swell. They pulsed, his body gearing to give you what you craved. Loki’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, erratic breaths scorching the air as he lost himself in the mission. Lost himself in the urge. Whines of his name leaked from your throat, your cheek lowering to the mattress- ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Loki’s hips juddered, the slap of his tight balls against your clit making you want to scream. And then you screamed. Loki chuckled, a choked laugh between stuttering, messy pumps. “That’s it. That’s.it - my breeding mare, taking the mount of your s-stallion as he fucks you full- f-f-fuck-” You and he moaned in unison, rising orgasm shuddering your bodies as Loki’s stomach folded against your back. You could feel the condensation of primal need on your neck from his breath, his cock tugging inside your needy pussy with shallow thrusts as he came undone. He needed this. He needed it just as much as you did. “Fill me p-prince- yes, give it...fucking give it to me-” you thundered. Your hips thrashed as you shoved you ass back to keep his cock steady against your wet centre. “All of it?” Loki choked, planting another smack on your ass with a broken moan. “Every fucking d-drop…” you managed through a strangled cry. The god roared behind you. You could feel thick cream spurt against clenching walls, hot seed sloshing and rising inside the deepest part of you. Loki's firm chest curled against your spine, hair sticking to the sweat gathered on your back. His hips juddered as he emptied himself inside your messy, fertile heat. Every drop. You could sense the clench of his perfect ass as he pumped several more times, milking himself in the slop of his own seed. Dwindling ragged grunts peppered the air, the tender slide of his palms over the curve of your ass telling you that his work was done.

“Stay still.” he murmured, carefully drawing himself from between your legs. Wet slurps filled the air, the light touch of his fingers grazing against your dripping slit. Inspecting. “Turn over-” he said gently, as if to a patient; “-slowly.” he added, before guiding you on your back. There was a broad smile on his face. “Legs up.” he quipped, still kneeling. You rolled your eyes playfully, manoeuvring your crossed ankles to rest on the curve of his neck. “I love you.” he said tentatively, placing a deep kiss on the calf to his side. A blissed-out smile fluttered on your lips. “I love you too.” you replied, reaching for his hand. Loki squeezed. “Based on that performance, we should probably make the most of the next few days.” you sighed, resting back against the pillow. Loki scoffed. “Have you so little faith in my ability to-” He trailed off, seeing the twitch of your eyebrow. “Oh.” he smouldered, pushing his hair back with a conspiratorial smile. “Yes. Indeed, darling. Very wise.” He placed another kiss on your ankle, the tip of his nose inhaling seductively down your calf as his words made you shiver with anticipation. “Better safe than sorry.” he whispered darkly against your skin.

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[rootedincuteness]

Demon Daddy

Resident Human: "Hey Loki, why do you keep waiting by the door?" Loki: "N-no reason." Resident Human: "Come on... spill the beans." Loki: "Okay, well... I... I adopted a pup, and she should be arriving any minute."

Resident Human: "You... you what? Wow, Loki, that's... that's really wonderful." Loki: "..." Resident Human: "I never figured you for the paternal type, heh." Loki: "Alright, alright, don't make a big deal about it!" Resident Human: "No, of course not." *chuckles*

Loki: "I just want a... a... a sidekick! You know, for pranking purposes." Resident Human: "Uh-huh..." Loki: "Yeah, that's it." Resident Human: "If you say so. Let's go outside and see if she's been dropped off yet."

Loki: "She should be around here somewhere. Maybe I-"

????: "Hi! Are you my new daddy?!" Loki: "Oh... my... You're adorable." ????: "Thank you!"

Loki: "Yeah, kid. I'm going to parent the heck out of you. We're gonna have a great time together." ????: "I knew it! I knew you were my daddy!"

Loki: "I..." *tears up* "You bet I am. Don't worry, you're home now, where you'll be safe and loved."

????: "Thank you, daddy!" Loki: "Say... what's your name, anyway?" ????: "Sprinkles!" Loki: "Spri- Hmm... okay, that's gonna need some work. You're a demon, so you'll need an intimidating nickname. I'll do some workshopping and get back to you." Sprinkles: "Okay!"

Sprinkles: "Umm... I didn't come by myself, though." Loki: "Say what?" Sprinkles: "Yeah um... my friend wasn't being adopted because some think she's scary-looking."

Loki: "Demons are supposed to be scary-looking." Sprinkles: "I know, but-" Loki: "So... you brought her with you?" Sprinkles: "Yeah. She's over there."

????: "Hello..." Loki: "Hey, kid. Come over here so I can get a good look atcha. You're a unique little one ain'tcha?"

????: "I was born during the recent eclipse, sir, and well... I seem to have some magical powers." Loki: "Oh really? Like what?" ????: "I can move things with my mind, sir." Loki: "Excellent. Perfect for pranking." ????: "What?" Loki: "Nothing! What's your name?" ????: "Umbra, sir."

Loki: "That's dad to you, kid." Umbra: "Really?! You mean it?!" *sniffles and hugs Loki* Loki: "Sure, why not?" Sprinkles: "Yay!"

Loki: "Okay, first demon life lesson... how to wrestle! Let's go!" Sprinkles: "Charge!" Umbra: *giggles* Resident Human: "One big happy family."

#loki the teacup demon #sprinkles the teacup demon pup #umbra the teacup demon pup #friends of mudpie

[gatorbites-imagines]

Masterlist 1

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find masterlist 2 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

An understanding between artists

Steve is in love with the male reader and outed

Police officer Steve Rogers x male reader

-Bucky Barnes

Werewolf Bucky x vampire male reader

“Can you please come get me?” drabble

“You’re gonna be okay, baby, just breathe. It’s all going to be fine.” Drabble

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who has a prosthetic arm

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who likes pastel and sanrio

-Poly Stucky

Relaxing on a snowy morning part 1

A snowy evening (Relaxing on a snowy morning part 2)

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 1

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 2

Poly Stucky x shapeshifter male reader who turns into a wolf pup

-Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Ftm teen reader

Tony Stark x top rival male reader

-Loki Laufeyson

Loki x Tank/Healer male reader

-Moon Knight (Marc, Steven and Jake)

Marc and Steven being comforted by the reader after being yelled at

Shower fun with Marc❤️

Khonshu x ftm reader

Steven Grant x Monster/Non human male reader

Sub Jake Lockley x Dom male reader (scent and Collar)❤️

Jake Lockley x ftm reader❤️

Sub Jake Lockey x Dom reader, Alleyway❤️

Moonboys with male reader who says the safeword

Moonboys x ftm reader who was harrassed for being gay and trans

Moonboys with a flirty male reader and how he flusters them

Moonboys with a tall and buff male reader

Steven Grant venting to his boyfriend

-multiple

Nine realm headcanons

Bucky and Loki x Oblivious male reader

Avengers forgetting about your anniversary

Marvel x Eldritch horror male reader

Marvel Characters reacting to reader suprise hugging them

Dc

-Dick Grayson

Lazy-day

Dick Grayson x male reader meeting at a gala part 1

Dick Grayson x Male reader meeting at a gala part 2

Dick Grayson x male reader, undercover❤️

Dick Grayson x ftm reader who is dysphoric

Dick Grayson x Possesive dom male reader❤️

Dick Grayson x former circus performer male reader

Dick Grayson nsfw alphabet❤️

Dick Grayson with a ftm reader whos been deadnamed and misgendered on purpose

Dick Grayson being brought into subspace by the reader with sparring❤️(ish?)

-Jason Todd

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader part 2❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom male reader, desperate for each others touch❤️

Jason Todd nsfw alphabet❤️

Jason Todd being insecure about his appearence with an artist reader

Jason having flashbacks as the reader stitches him up

Jason with a male reader whos older and is like his sugar daddy ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake trying to flirt with a Tiefling reader but he has no idea how

-Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne and speedster male reader who he hates but starts to like

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne nsfw alphabet❤️

-Klarion

Klarion x young justice hero male reader

-Edward Nashton/The Riddler (2022)

Reader comforts Edward when hes working

Edward and the reader are obsessed with each other

Edward x male reader whos a huge romantic

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 1

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 2🖤

Top Edward x Bottom male reader, who met at Arkham❤️

-Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Bruce x Male reader who is big and intimidating, but a softy

Bruce x Detective male reader

Sub Bruce x dom male reader❤️

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan nsfw alphabet❤️

Ftm Hal Jordan with a Ftm reader ❤️

Hal Jordan with subspace, edging under a weighted blanket ❤️

Hal Jordan and the reader having enough of him putting himself down ❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen nsfw alphabet❤️

-Wally West

Bottom Wally West x Top Kryptonian male reader❤️

-Clark Kent

Clark Kent nsfw alphabet❤️

yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-el

Conner Kent/Kon-el with a ftm reader

Conner Kent/Kon-el nsfw alphabet ❤️

Conner Kent/Kon-el loving the readers scent and stealing their hoodies

Conner Kent/Kon-el x kryptonian male reader ❤️

Conner kent/Kon-el cuddling with the reader for the first time

-Kaldur'ahm  

Kaldur'ahm x alien male reader

-Joker

Joker x ftm reader

Ledger!Joker taking care of the sick reader

-multiple

Batson headcanons

Batsons x ftm reader

Batsons x Himbo ftm reader

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 1

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 2

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 3

Batman/fam being determined to adopt a criminal/vigilante reader

Batboys throwing eachother around as bonding

DC characters and what kind of yandere i think they would be

Batsons with an autistic reader who mirrors them

The Boys

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander being spanked by dom reader ❤️

Fight Club

-Tyler Durden and the Narrator

The Narrator is extremely in love with the male reader who also catches Tylers attention

Slashers

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz x male reader headcanons

-Poly Ghostface

Handsome Devil part 1 (slasher male reader)🖤

Handsome devil part 2 (slasher male reader)🖤

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 1

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 2

Poly ghostface x autistic male reader

Poly ghsotface with a reader whos in denial about their sexuality

Poly ghostface x metalhead reader with a personality similar to Stu

Poly ghostface x reader whos fascinated by gore and blood

-Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x protective male reader

Brahms Heelshire being comforted by male reader

Cuddling Brahms after a rough day

-Michael Myers

Michael Myers x himbo reader

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Michael Myers with a voice kink ❤️

-Thomas Hewitt

Thomas Hewitt sfw alphabet

-Corey Cunningham

Corey Cunningham x slasher male reader who replaces Michael 🖤

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Corey Cunningham comforting an overstimulated reader

-multiple

Slashers x male reader who is insecure about their thighs

Slashers with an s/o who vapes

Slashers and a weirdly strong male reader who keeps beating them

Slashers being given a flowercrown

Michael Myers and Brahms Heelshire with petplay

Jason Voorhees and Pyramid head with violent hide and seek

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Pyramid head Proposing

Dead by Daylight

-Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Evan Macmillan sfw and nsfw alphabet❤️

-multiple

Frank Morrison and Danny “Jed Olsen” Johsen with a s/o whos built like a brick house

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees and Bubba sawyer bottoming for the first time

Star Wars

-Din Djarin

Keldabe

Din x Tall tanker male reader who is secretly a softy

Din Djarin x Flirty bounty hunter male reader

Din Djarin x Stoic male reader

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet❤️

-Poly Bobadin

Riduur

-Anakin Skywalker

Anakin skywalker x ftm reader

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x Touchy male reader

Anakin comforting reader who was tortured and has night terrors

Anakin x Jedi male reader who is Plo Koons padawan

Sub Anakin x Dom male reader who is scared of intimacy, plus handcuffs❤️

Anakin with a ftm reader who has dysphoria

Padawan Anakin and a father figure male reader who falls in love with Shmi

-Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker x Shapeshifter male reader

-multiple

Clonetroopers x ftm reader

Anakin, Darth Vader, Obi wan and Cody, overall headcanons

Deaged star wars ocs

Fnaf

-Montgomery Gator

Vending Machine Mechanic

Monty x tiny male reader

-multiple

How the security breach cast would help the reader instead of freddy

Security breach cast x animatronic male reader

Harry Potter

-George Weasley

George Weasley x slythering male reader

Solo Leveling

-Sung Jin Woo

Sung Jin Woo x childhood friend male reader

One punch man

-multiple

Saitama and Genos relationship headcanons

Pokemon

-Guzma

Guzma with a stoic reader who has a centiskortch

-multiple

Team star bosses with a reader who is the leader and a psychic type user

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Rick Sanchez (C-137) with a ftm reader with autism

Call of Duty

-Simon ��Ghost” Riley

Ghost with a short male reader who is underestimated because of his height

Ghost with knifeplay ❤️

Ghost with knifeplay part 2 (theres actually no knives in this one)

Ghost with a reader whos bigger and scarier than himself

-Multiple

Call of Duty characters being fucked while being interrogated ❤️

Alejandro, Soap and König with a tall feminine male reader

Ghost and Soap with a himbo reader who is submissive and breedable ❤️

John, Alejandro,Gaz and König finding their partner asleep with animals.

Soap, Ghost, Rudy and König with a partner on the autism spectrum who copies their accent

Rudy, Alejandro and Price as biology teachers

Rudy, Alejandro and Price with an s/o whos a biology teacher

141 with a male reader who owns a huge wolf

Alejandro, Rudy and Soap with a flirty reader who speaks multiple languages

Ghost and König with a big chested male reader

Call of duty characters with a reader whos tongue tied and fumbles to speak

How the team reacts to ghost having a husband with colored hair and stretched ears

Ghost, Price, Alejandro, König, Gaz and Rudy with a male reader with long hair

141 with an older reader who still moves like a 20 year old they gush over

Cod characters with a male reader who has thick thighs and stretch marks

Cod characters reacting to meeting Prices husband

Cod characters with a male reader with a very low spice tolerance

#masterlist #male reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #dc imagine #dc headcanon #star wars imagine #star wars headcanon #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #Rick and morty headcanon #rick and morty imagine #one punch man headcanon #one punch man imagine #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling headcanon #call of duty imagine #call of duty headcanon

[mrsarnasdelicious]

A Very Fedaravicius Christmas - Day 6 (sliiiightly belated)

Heir!Sihtric

The door of your bed chamber flies open.

"Wife! It is Yule!" Sihtric yells. You groan, not very pleased to have your sleep distrubed. "None of that, we will celebrate. And first, I shall hump you, to please Loki and Freya." He climbs into bed with you. He is cold, as though he's just ran outside in his bare arse. But his cock is hard and proud.

"You are cold." You protest. "So warm me up." He growls.

He pulls up your shift and disappears under the sheets. "Warm up my face first." He says. You yelp as you feel his cold nose shove between your folds. You try to push him away, but he is so much stronger than you. He grabs you by your thighs and pins you down. "Don't squirm." He growls. His tongue flicks out to part your folds and seek out your clit. His mouth is hot, in such contrast with the rest of his face. You moan in pleasure.

"I am going to fucking pup you this Yule." Sihtric growls.

He seals his lips on your clit and begins to suck wickedly. You can't help your moans, but know he likes it that way. Sihtric loves it when you are loud. He pushes two fingers inside you, thrusting as deep as they can go. "Gods!" You cry out. "That is right, cry out to them." Sihtric growls, forfeiting your clit. You whine at the loss. "You want more?" Sihtric growls. "Y-yes please." You stammer.

You want to cum so bad.

But instead of resuming his ministrations, Sihtric crawls on top of you and thrusts against your thigh. He does not even bother lining up. You make an ompatient sound and carefully guide his cock to your core. "Good woman." Sihtric growls, before thrusting into you.

#sihtric #sihtric x reader #arnas fedaravicius #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #tlk

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

LOKI's POV Part I

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: Loki's side through the lens

Word Count: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @tarithenurse.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The familiar wall of the 'BTS room' came up on the camera with the lone empty chair in the front. There was a slight movement behind the screen before the frame took in the face of Javier. His usually beautiful blue eyes seemed to lose some sleep while his olive skin looked flawless. Running his hand through the brown curls over his head, he sat down on the chair and took in a deep breath for the camera. "Hi there! I am Javier," he signed with a tired smile on his face. "As you may already know, I am one of the people behind the cameras here in the Avengers facility." He wanted to continue signing but a thought made him pause. His features were lost in some invisible maze for a moment before he came back. "A lot has changed here," he slowly began again, "and things are not how they usually were. So…" his long fingers hung in the air for two seconds before coming back. "I compiled some of the footage that I was strictly told not to let out. Well, more of a threat to not let these out. But I don't care anymore." Javier shrugs and gives a faint smile. "I'd rather have this come out than-" he paused, bringing his hands together to intertwine his fingers. He eventually sighed and rubbed his palms on his face before getting up and coming closer to the camera and clicking something to make everything go dark.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A footage comes up, of the very first day when everyone is busy chatting, properly introducing themselves despite having met on the battlefield before. You are there too, a little reserved but never without a smile for anyone who comes up to talk to you. But the camera is focused behind all this lively chaos at the lone figure by the fridge. Loki. A glass of wine in one hand, he is observing minutely every little thing happening across the room. More so, he is observing your interactions with everyone and how you come back to cuddle with the little stray pup every time you get some alone time. Loki is practically leaning on the countertop next to the fridge all the while slightly amused by how you always come back to drown your hands in the lush fur of the baby. .

It is the next day and the 'happy to help' coming out of you has shut some part of Loki down. The camera is still zooming into his face as he is suddenly lost in some calculations thrown by your sunshine of a smile- while the world is moving past him but he just standing there by the kitchen island with his arms across his chest and a big furrow of his brows. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

At Bruce's lab, the camera records his starry eyes as he explains to you how the universe works and you are hung up on every word of his. And once he leaves the lab, for a breather, the camera follows him."No one's looked at me like that," Loki is speaking more to himself than to the camera. Once he realises that, he looks at the camera with a straight back and a puff of air blowing out through his mocked laugh. "What is wrong with this human?" he casually points at the lab before getting his eyes stuck on you through the glass partition. Again. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

In the night, the camera seems to be out on the balcony, right outside Loki's room. Zooming in, you can be seen standing outside Loki's door with Thor before you walk away with a smile and Loki slams the door in his brother's face. Turning around, Loki walks towards his bed and the camera pans in to show him carrying a plate with a freshly baked lava cake. The God jumps onto his bed and lies on his stomach, keeping the plate in front of him as he digs into the lava and lets his mouth savour it with the biggest smile on his face. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The CCTV catches you falling asleep on Loki's shoulder as he reads you the lore in the library, making Loki pause and look into some invisible void in front of him. "As much as I don't want to-" he brings his hand to brush your stray strands away from your face and lock his fingers under your cheek resting on his shoulder- "but you might have to hear an earful from Barton if I do not move you away from me." He gently brings your face to rest on the sofa's headrest instead, and barely a second later, Clint barges in, waking you up and forcing Loki to lock eyes with the one camera that followed the hawkeye in. The God just gives it one tired look. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The camera is panned in onto the large glass of orange juice Loki is pouring for himself. "Why should I be bothered by how she feels? She would have eventually found out one day that she was adopted." He brings the glass to his lips to sip it like tea. .

The God is lifting weights in the training room without much difficulty. He is more focused on something else. "Do you think she got hurt because of me telling her she's adopted?" He squats and comes back up in the camera's frame. "Because it's not great news to be told, from personal experience." He squats again and the camera can see the door open and a figure entering the room. Loki comes back up. "But that should only be a sad thing if her adoptive parents are not good parents." He thinks out loud and squats again. The camera focuses on the figure still standing at the doorway. It is Sam standing there in mild shock. "Is this dude deadlifting Seventeen hundred pounds like it's nothing?" the man exclaims to the room. .

"So what if her parents are not good enough," Loki huffs to no one in particular. The camera pans out to show the rooftop garden having the most luscious-looking fake green grass but a one hundred per cent real vertical garden. Loki sits in the middle on a lounge chair as he sips a screwdriver and puts his sunglasses on while he basks in the bright sun. "Everyone has screwed up parents," he is finally talking to the camera, "the world is not always soft and warm. She should grow up. And we all know what does not kill you makes you stronger." He nods at himself in satisfaction and goes back to sipping his drink. .

"I did get stronger. But at what cost?" It is night-time and Loki lies on the rooftop, higher than that garden. The camera seems to be sitting next to his lost figure; the figure that is staring at the starry sky, swimming in them for some answers. "Not to mention I did almost die," he whispers. "And I cried every night when I survived that wormhole, wondering what I had done wrong to make my biological parents hate me and my adoptive parents loathe me." There is a moment of silence in which the camera zooms in to show the glistening eyes of the God as he does not take away his gaze from the view of the universe above him. "Do you think she feels that way too?" he whispers. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

At the Pepperoni wedding, Javi's camera is constantly pointed at Loki and you, and usually, you both are near each other. Often When Pepperoni finally kiss, the camera is fast to turn and find you in the hooting crowd, smiling with tears welling in your eyes and no one but the God looking at you with just a spec of longing in his eyes. And Peter and Scott look at Loki, hooting and clapping- sometimes smacking each other in the chest in excitement- with heart eyes. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The single cement block in front of the tavern holds Javi's camera when the frame records Venom devouring one of the perverts. "Javier!" a voice comes from behind the camera, making the device shake as if startled. Loki's face comes into view with quite the lines of worry running down his forehead. "I told you to call me as soon as you found Y/N! Where is-" He hasn't even finished the sentence when he hears your scream coming from the van in the parking lot. His head whips in that direction and his eyes turn dark. Within a snap, he is right next to the van, in between you and the lowlife thug. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The camera is recording a familiar figure sitting by the kitchenette counter looking down on the drawing of a chibi Loki on a napkin. With a sigh, the figure puts the napkin back on the counter and stands up. "All right, magic Mike, you can send me back on my honeymoon now," he announces before a sparkling circle opens to a beach and our man walks away. A few seconds later, the elevator dings open and the camera zooms in on the figure of Loki still in his formal attire- though a little crumpled- walking in. He is heading for the dorms when his eyes land on the counter. Taking a few careful steps, he tilts his head at the site of the drawing on the napkin. He stands there for two minutes, staring at the little version of himself, quietly breathing, never moving. Finally, he picks up the napkin and takes it to his room. .

The next morning, the camera is up early and recording outside Loki's room. One can hear the shower running when the frame quickly records a once-over of the beautiful room before finally landing on what it is looking for. Right next to the open window, on the study table, in between the fluttering pages of the justifiably bulky epic Mahabharata is a carefully laminated napkin of a chibi Loki being used as a bookmark. Javi records the bookmark in the frame at an aesthetically pleasing angle, taking him and a half minutes. Once satisfied, the camera is zoomed out to take in Loki's daunting figure standing next to the study table with eyes that spell murder. The camera nearly falls from the boy's hands but Loki does not flinch. He stands there, his arm resting on the French window while he looks down at the camera. "You tell anyone about this, your little cameras won't be the only ones I shut down permanently."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The camera records you walking across your college campus with an unusual- but convincingly threatening- gait. Once you turn the corner to the desolated parking lot in front of the swimming pool, a shimmering wave of golden light changes you into Loki. "Men are disgusting," the God announces with such force as if he had been holding it in for a long time. He turns to the camera. "Javier, you are assigned to follow Y/N around campus, right? You make sure that worm David stays away from her. He does not seem to have good intentions for her." The furrow in his brow is a serious one. "And if he does try to do something that, let's just say you would not do to Y/N, you contact me. Do you understand, Javier?" The camera keeps panning on Loki while the God is lost in a two-second thought before looking at the lens with judgement in his eyes. "Did you hear what I said? Then repeat it to me."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The camera sits right in front of the television screen in the lounge to capture you, Loki, Clint and Cassie in a serious game of Uno. "Uno," you declare, keeping down a Draw 4 card, "colour Blue." Loki gasps dramatically, bringing his hand to his chest. "How could you Y/N?!" Clint chuckles. "She got you good, Lolo." "How could you-" Loki draws a card from his pile and puts his Draw 4 on top of your card- "do this to Cassie?!!" You roar and Cassie groans, the little girl almost falling back on the floor. "Noooooo," she announces from behind her cards as she gently draws one from her pile and puts another Draw 4 in the arena, "how could she do this to Clint?!!!" Clint is simply blinking at the Draw 4s while the camera takes the liberty to pan in on the twelve cards he's already holding. "No, this can't be right. You cannot Draw 4 on another Draw 4!!!" Cassie giggles at the defeated expressions of Clint, Loki simply shrugs his shoulders for following the rules made by them girls and you guffaw in unadulterated elation, your happiness throwing you off balance into Loki's arm. There is a split second of eye contact, made by Loki with the camera before he regains his composure like a professional and sits there similar to a statue while your laughter has stopped making a continuous sound and is now just little breaks of a tiny engine of a toy train. Clint is throwing a fit. And your laughter is throwing you back till the arm you have fallen on grabs your back to support that unhinged cackle. No one notices the God's ears turn red when your hand smacks itself on his thigh for the overflowing hilarity. No one but the zoomed-in camera.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The lounge is empty thanks to everyone being out on a mission and with no one but Loki in the facility. Of course, the security team is doing their jobs in some security room but we do not care about that. Loki is sprawled on the sofa, his long stature barely fitting the already huge velvet seating setting. A camera is recording from behind the kitchenette island, panning in slowly to see what Loki is tapping on his phone’s screen. On zooming in further, the camera can finally read the name on top of the chat. V. Loki: How is Greece? V: It’s cool! Lots of white stones, lot of ocean, lots of beautiful babes… Loki: Sounds fun. V: But they don’t have jet sprays and their toilet pipes are too thin for toilet paper business. Major L Loki: …okay. Loki: I have a question for you… V: Shoot. Loki: Does your sister like precious stones? V: You can easily distract her with a colourful pebble bro Loki: …typing V: Or some food Loki: …stops typing V: I can list her favs if you want for $200. Loki: $50

V: Deal

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The holographic clock on the wall shows three past twelve on the lounge wall when the camera swerves to the figure of Loki carefully entering the space from the dorms. The camera then turns away and focuses on the light snores coming out of you as you lay haphazardly on the sofa with the TV still running. The God plants himself on the floor next to your face as he whispers a spell into his right palm before putting the hand over your head. The lens records specs of gold originating from his hand to glitter and land onto your hair before seemingly dissolving inside the parts of your head he touched. Loki knowingly smirks at the camera. "My work here is done," he says to the zoomed-in frame as he gets up. The camera catches the shift of your body. Your hand grabs his arm to let your cheek rest onto his palm as you let that side of your face turn towards the sofa. Fear. Loki's eyes show fear for the first time. "Ahh," you whisper, a smile growing on your lips covered in drool, "so cold." The camera shifts between your sleeping figure and Loki's distressed brows as he tries to get his hand out from under your face. “No, Chichi,” you moan in your sleep, making the God pause, “that’s my blanket. Don’t take it away from me.” A deep sigh leaves Loki's lungs as he crosses his legs and sits next to you. Apparently, so does the camera. No matter how often he tries, your grip on his arm strengthens. And so, two hours pass for the God sitting there, given up now as he plays with baby hair strands on your forehead- his sulky face concentrated on turning them into the tiniest pigtails. The camera is already panned in on his face, his smaragdine eyes having a dim glow in the night as he studies your face. Lazily, his eyes move from your brows to your nose, then to your lips. Loki does not realise he has tilted his head, resting it on the little space on the sofa, facing you. The fingers from his free hand are running over the fine lines, the pores, the natural moles over your face, either counting them or giving them a boop. His eyes are locked in on your lips when they part to breathe and his fingers in close proximity of them, having paused just before coming in contact with your lips. His pupils have gone wide, wider than they usually do. His visible ear is turning red. Maybe he realises it too. Because within the next ten seconds, he whips his hand out from under your face and crawls a step back on the floor. His bewildered eyes are looking at you while his mouth is agape with some newfound surprise. Gathering himself- barely- he gets up and furiously walks back into his room. The same camera runs out onto the balcony and past the other rooms to halt outside Loki's French windows. The God has closed the door to have his back stuck to it as he slowly falls down onto the ground with his hands on his mouth in some silent prayer. The camera is zoomed in- enough to have a close look at Loki's face again. "This cannot be happening." the mic on Loki is still on. "How can you even think of her that way, Loki." And apparently, he is speaking to himself. "How can you think of-" he stops mid-sentence as his gaze returns from the infinite void to something closer. The camera pans out of the beautiful face to look at the little familiar box kept on his bed. "Oh, Valhalla-" the camera looks back at Loki- who is still staring at the box as he whispers to the room- "what are these new emotions."

#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fluff #loki smut #loki x female reader #marvel loki #marvel fluff #mcu loki x reader #mcu loki #It's The Avengers #Maladaptive Ninja Returns

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 2

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

911 Lone Star (part 2) (needed to be split into 2 posts this week!)

Sanctuary by @reyescarlos

Say You’ll Remember Me by @myemergence

Searching For A Trail to Follow Again by @sunshinestrand

Seven Ways Back to You (series) by Lolaland (me)

Slowly Becoming Lovers by @morganaspendragonss

So Many Somethings by @iboatedhere

somebody to you by @reyescarlos

Soon by @rmd-writes

snapshots by @sanjuwrites

still we’re holding on by @rosedavid

sweetest devotion by @reyescarlos

Teardrop on the Fire by @carlos-in-glasses

The Many Names of TK Strand by tabbytabbytabby

The Marriage Tamales by @bellakitse

The Ring In by Lolaland (me) and ifyoustay

the ruins of wonderland by @carlos-in-glasses

The Sex Pollen Incident by @hoko-onchi-writes

The Space in Between by @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur

to live for the hope of it all by @strandnreyes

to which there is no reply by @reyesstrand

Two Hearts gone black and blue by paperstorm

Two paper airplanes flying by @liminalmemories21

Vet Pups and Set Ups by @iboatedhere

View from the Top by @bellakitse

What Family Does by AShortWalkToDelinquency

What You See Will Be by @thevenstar

When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door by @liminalmemories21

when I’m like this, you’re the one I want by @thebumblecee

White by @chaotictarlos and paperstorm

Wings Are Frayed by @iboatedhere and @pragmatic-optimist

911

hate to say i spent it all on masquerades by @hattalove

i don’t think that we should have friendly sex, anymore by @capseycartwright

i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by @gayhoediaz

Make it pretty for me. by @snarky-drabbles

Our story's been heartache and wonder by @tails89

The Shift by @popfly

whenever you call me, i'll be there by ipretendtobesane

with every heartbeat I have left by iriswests

Black Sails

i might believe a good deal of it, too by explosiontimothy

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Raspberry Sherbet by theclaravoyant

Repudiate and Disavow by mystery_ink

Check Please!

A Whole Different Kind of Light by @porcupine-girl

As We Run, We Become by @iboatedhere

at certain times by @parvuls

Chris Chow, Matchmaker Extraordinaire by 42hrb

Cromwell Cinematic Universe (series) by @sincerelyreidburke

Crossed Wires by @lecrivaineanonyme

Theatre Building, Dec. 6 by @cricketnationrise

There Have Been Five Kisses by @cricketnationrise

Good Omens

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by @thebibliosphere

Inception

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) [The DomesticVerse] (series) @gyzym

Loki

A can of josta by @jim-jam-gem

Cold, Cold Heart by @amadness2method

Marvel Cinematic Universe

take it or leave it by kellifer_fic

Merlin

in a field of dandelions by @princess-of-the-worlds

It's Not in the Way that You Came Back to Me by nie_narzekam

Parks and Recreation

It's a Strange Paradise by CongressmanNoJaw

#fic rec friday #fic rec friday round up #911 lone star #911 #check please #black sails #brooklyn nine nine #merlin #parks and recreation #loki #inception #good omens #marvel cinematic universe

[wolffoxnation2]

Trials of Loki AU Chapter 1

@parrotxx I did it!

Well atleast the first Chapter. I'm still not sure how i'll get him to earn his place back to godhood. And it was a little rushed near the end. Also havent proof read.

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Hi, I'm Loki Laufeyjarson. I used to be a god—err, Jotun. My 'godly membership' was revoked two thousand and sixteen years ago.

In my many, many years of living (if you can call most of it life), the Aesir have punished me in lots of creative ways. They've forced me to go get new golden hair for Sif. Let my mouth get stitched up. Murdered my sons and defiled their corpses to chain me to a rock. Put a snake over the aforementioned rock to drip venom on my face until Ragnarok.

But never in my immortal existence have they done something like this.

And I'm not even sure how they did it.

The last thing I remember was making an err...tactical retreat after a flyting with Magnus Chase. Being in a walnut that I definitely chose to be in, then sitting on a table surrounded by very angry Aesir, and then falling. Buildings spiralling in and out of my view. I tried to shapeshift into a bird, a dragon, or maybe even a butterfly—something that, as a Jotun, should come naturally to me, but I just kept falling, still humanoid. Which is very...uncomfortable.

Thankfully, I had a soft landing.

I sat up, groaning in a pile of leaves, spitting out a red leaf, and glaring at the park groundskeeper, who was staring at me bewildered. My ribs ached, and I was pretty sure were broken.

"What?" I snapped, "Never seen a guy fall from the sky?"

The groundskeeper's jaw dropped, and he fled, leaving his rake behind. Pretty sure he needed that.

The very annoying voice of Odin rang in my mind: YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, LOKI.

"Very helpful, Odin. Now, how do I fix it? Do I have to watch one of your stupid PowerPoints?" I asked, "Get you a new raven?"

Odin's shrill voice boomed in my head like he was yelling too close into a microphone: FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF.

I rolled my eyes, massaging my temples. Great. Just great. Not only do I get—

—AND MY POWERPOINTS AREN'T STUPID, Odin bellowed before going completely silent.

Well, they are, old man, I thought before attempting to pick myself up from the leaf pile. My ribs cracked and throbbed in protest, and my stomach clenched. I barely managed to stand up before I wanted to sit back down again.

My vision blurred. I was in some sort of park. Blobs that I assumed were mortal children were playing loudly on a bigger blob—a playground of some sort, maybe?— nearby. Another grey blob stood in front of me—A statue, sadly probably not of me. I could hear running water, a fountain?

I took a deep breath, which was a mistake.

"Owwwweee!" I hissed through my teeth, "Yep. Yep, ribs definetly broken!"

My entire body screamed at me to lie back down. This mortal form was so... fragile. Every movement felt like snake venom dripping on my face, only this time it was my entire body. Everything was so soft and painful — How do you humans live like this? How do you deal with being so, so...weak? So fragile? Broken that easily? I hated it!

I managed to —painfully— drag myself to a bench, which proved to me once again that my ribs were definitely broken.

On the bright side: my vision finally decided to stop pretending it's a funhouse mirror and I could properly take in my surroundings.

I was right about the statue, it was not of me. Very sad. It was of that one guy—Leaf I think his name was. Seriously you mortals should get a statute of me erected (haha) instead of that nobody.

The sound of wolves howling rudely broke me out of my thoughts.

Which meant Fenris' pups were on the prowl.

Now usually I'm fine with wolves, my own son Fenris was born a wolf after all and these were his children—my grandchildren. But, I knew well enough to tell the difference between an 'I'm hungry let's go hunt, guys' howl and an 'Oh my gods guys. I love you all so much' howl.

This howl was the former.

And I'm not sticking around for it. Not because I think they'll attack me. They wouldn't dare try that. But because watching my grandchildren tear apart a mortal or the odd demigod brings back some very um.... unpleasant memories.

With a very painful protest from my squishy, broken, weak mortal body, I got up from the bench and started hobbling out of the park.

As I trudged out of the park and up the street, It started pouring rain because I clearly hadn't been humiliated enough. Thor decided to soak me.

"Really?" I yelled at the sky, slightly regretting it at the sharp sting of my ribs.

YES REALLY, Odin's voice boomed in my head. Though that could have been my imagination or delirium from the broken ribs.

"I'd never do this to you!" I retorted, pointing angrily at my head. Earning some weird looks from passing mortals.

YES YOU WOULD, several Aesir said in unison before going silent once more.

It's true I would. But that was beside the point! 

I am once again asking how you mortals deal with this? THIS IS TORTURE! And I should know! I've been tortured! Many times!

A car driving past decided I wasn't soaked and miserable enough and lovingly gave me a splash of muddy water, soaking my clothes, causing them to cling to my body.

I snarled before shivering.

I have to get out of here fast, I thought bitterly. I couldn't stay in one place for too long, not unarmed and injured anyway; I have too many enemies. All of which want me dead. Can't imagine why, I'm a delight!

But the problem with having as many enemies as I have is that I don't have many allies. There's my wife Sigyn, she's the only person I truly trust to not stab me in the back—mostly cause her hands are full from holding the bowl over my face but I digress.

But that opens up a whole other problem: I don't know where she is. She could be across the country ceramic bowl shopping for all I know!

So that kinda leaves me only one option, and I know neither one of us is going to like it. But I am really starting to feel woozy and I don't have a choice.

I stood outside Randolph Chase's mansion—well more Magnus Chase's mansion. I think Randy died, pretty sure I killed him. Not too sure about that, some of my memories are a bit foggy. Hope that's not a permanent thing.

Despite our rocky history of me trying to kill him and possibly killing his uncle, the son of Frey has proven himself to be somewhat sympathetic to me in the past. So maybe, I could appeal to his sense of compassion.

And if that doesn't work then I'll just convince one of my children to let me in. Because my children just cannot say no to me.

Because if they say no I'll make them say yes because they owe it to me for their powers and creating them.

Yay, parenting! 

The snarling wolf knocker rattled as I knocked on the door. Seriously what was it with Randy and wolves? Like, dude your sister got mauled by wolves have some decency...oh right he worked with me. He doesn't have that.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Why did I feel so tired all of a sudden? Why am I even doing this?

The door swung open and I had to dodge to avoid being hit in the face, something my broken ribs enjoyed very much.

It was in fact not Magnus that made an attempt on my life through door. It was the green-headed menace that I called my child.

Alex Fierro.

He—she? I couldn't tell, guess Odin didn't just take my immortality—didn't react to me in her/his usual hateful face. Which was a good sign. What wasn't a good sign was the fact that my vision was starting to swim again.

"Hey, Alex!" I chirped, before promptly passing out.

Oh for fuck sake.

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Chapter 2: Will be written soon.

#mcga loki #loki mcga #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcga #mcga alex fierro #alex fierro mcga #alex fierro #my writing #fanfic writing #Trials of Loki AU

[lokidips]

I know your "field of expertise", if you'd like, is age regressed Loki, but I would like to impose something!

Pup regressed Loki!

Just a small, puppy Loki who can be giddy at times, likes to run and play and curl up next to their cg and be fed treats <3

yes i love pup loki!! even though baby lo will always have my heart, that is also something i wanted to see more of in fics :) i may not make any myself (never say never), but it is very cute!

he would 100% have separation anxiety. he would have way too much energy, but wear himself out enough to eventually just snuggle in and have a kip. i will forever hold to my belief that loki would have a little den under mobius’ desk, let’s just add a cozy dog bed to that hc.

he would also sit his head in his favourite peoples’ laps for headpats!

#vanasks

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 13

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 13: Have you ever thought about it?

"We're not alone," Loki says quietly. "Someone is following us."

You perk up, but you can't hear more than a rustling in the undergrowth. Loki takes a step between you and the trees, you feel the density of his magic increase around him as if he were gathering it. A low growl sounds from between the trees, and it is picked up by two or three more creatures. It is menacing, but still you can’t see any beast.

But you know exactly what lurks there. You step up next to Loki and put your hand on his, which he has raised, in case he has to defend you.

"It's fine," you tell him. "Lower your magic. It's threatening them."

Now it is he who looks at you questioningly. You smile reassuringly at him and look in no way concerned. So he does as you say. Instantly, the growling stops.

Still holding his hand, you make your way through the undergrowth into the forest, pulling the Asgardian with you. Directly to where the growls had come from.

You hear rustling, from your steps and from whatever else is out there. It's familiar to you, and you're actually sorry that you're actually on your way to make a delivery and don't have time for an extended meeting.

After a few yards you find a small clearing, at the edge of which you stop. You glance back, but the open field is no longer visible from here.

"You can come out," you tell the forest.

There is another rustling sound and then a wolf appears on the opposite side. He is much larger than he should be, nearly twice as tall and wider as well. The proportions of his legs are odd, a little too long, and if you pay attention to his paws, you see that they are not quite correct for a regular wolf either. His black eyes are on Loki, following his every move.

You wave at the wolf in greeting.

A pup jumps out from between the wolf's feet. He wags his tail and seems quite happy to see you, for he makes an excited 'huff'. He briefly turns his head up at the larger wolf and then, as if given some sort of silent permission, comes running to you. Smiling, you crouch down to greet him.

"Bonjour Noah, it's nice to see you."

You are pleased to see that the medicine you had given Yvette seems to have held its effect, for the puppy looks well recovered and fit. You hold out your hand for him to sniff and sign to your companion to do the same. "This is Loki from Asgard. He is a friend."

You speak to the cub, but your words are loud enough for his pack to hear. Noah seems fascinated by Loki, probably never had the opportunity to smell an Asgardian before, because he walks around him curiously.

There are noises from moving twigs and leaves all around you and more wolves step to the edge of the clearing. Eight of them in total. They have different colors ranging from gray to brown, but none is as large as the alpha across from you. Still, together they are an eerie sight. You wonder if they were on their way to you or just happened to be in the area. Normally, they move at dusk or in the dark so as not to be seen by walkers. But since none of the Bullions shift and you don't understand them in this form, you don't get an answer to that question.

Yelping, Noah tries to jump up at Loki. Young pups always have a lot of energy no matter whether they’re dogs, wolves or werewolves. A warning tone from the alpha calls him to order. A little reluctantly, Noah breaks away from you and trots back to him.

Loki and you rise again. "I'm afraid we're on our way to the town right now, but I'll be back soon," you say, and the wolf moves his head as if nodding in agreement. Then he turns and leaves, and with him the other animals disappear into the forest, as silently as they came.

You both step back onto the path.

"Shapeshifter?" You are asked by Loki, who had remained quiet all this time. He trusted you to have the situation under control and didn't want to provoke the pack by saying a wrong word. He, of all people.

You nod. "Werewolves."

Loki makes an amused sound. "You have interesting friends," he says as you continue on your way.

"Of course," you grin, "Only the best. You're one of them."

He chuckles.

The retirement home is located on the outskirts of a small town. Your path crosses onto a paved road that leads downhill to the large building. It has many windows and small balconies, and there is a terrace in the back, but nobody is sitting outside today. It's too cold for that.

The main entrance leads you into a large foyer where a young woman sits at the front desk to greet you. You've known Suzie since she started working here a few years ago after graduating from high school. Her father is a nurse here at the house, and her mother works in accounting. Her grandparents were also from this town and Suzie herself would never think of moving away from here. She loves this little countryside place way too much.

When she sees you, she greets you with a smile before her eyes wander curiously to Loki.

"Hi Suzie, is Eloise here? I'm bringing her order," you ask her.

"Yes, she should be in the dining hall or kitchen."

Thanking her, you lead Loki left through a door and then down a wide hallway. Suzie's gaze follows you until she can no longer see you.

"She was ogling you. Be prepared for her to ask for your number later," you tell the Asgardian.

"I don't blame her." Loki shoots you a quick look. "Jealous?"

"So, what if?" you ask, amused.

"I could decline her number – if you want."

"You don't even have a phone."

Loki snaps, making an expression as if he hadn't even thought of that. "Oh, yeah right."

It's clear he's joking and you shake your head fondly. This kind of banter feels comfortable.

The dining hall is a large room with tables arranged into groups. Retirees are sitting there, eating. It's just about lunchtime. You wave to some who look up and recognize you. You know some of them by name, you have treated them or simply spent afternoons here helping out.

You can’t find Eloise, so you go to the serving hatch on the wall. From there, a cook sees you and calls into the kitchen. "Eloise, a visitor for you!"

You see her head pop up from behind a kitchen shelf, and when she spots you, she comes to you through a door to the right of the hatch.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd finally get here," she greets you with a hug. Eloise is a middle-aged strawberry-blonde woman, petite in size, but with a big heart. Always wearing high heels, even though she's on her feet all day. That's an impressive feat.

Her gaze wanders to Loki and she extends her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Eloise. I run this facility."

"Nice to meet you." The Asgardian wears his best smile as he shakes her hand. "My name is Loki, and I'm afraid I'm to blame for our lateness."

Eloise's eyes move to you curiously, but you let it go uncommented.

"We bring the delivery," you say instead, pointing to the bottles in the basket.

"Great. Can you put them on the shelf behind the counter there?" she instructs Loki, who nods and takes care of it.

Eloise seems to have sent him away just to have a quick word with you, because she takes you aside.

"You never mentioned you had such a handsome boyfriend. You can bring him around more often. If you're not too busy." Her meaningful look tells you what kind of business she means. Before you can object, though, she keeps talking. "Do you want to stay for dinner? Fish is on the menu today."

Loki pops up next to you and answers before you can. "We would love to." At that, he puts his arm around your waist like that would be a normal thing to do for him.

"Excellent. Get your food at the hatch, I'll find us a table."

Loki grins with satisfaction and winks at you as you grab your plates at the kitchen pass-through. You let him have his fun; it could be quite amusing. Besides, you suspect he's expecting a reaction from you, and not showing one might irritate him. At least that's what you think. As you toss him a quick glance, it only seems to encourage him in his fun.

You sit down at the table with Eloise, who only takes a coffee. She is at least polite enough to wait with her first question until the both of you have put down your plates and sat down.

"So, where did you two meet?"

"At work," you reply rather curtly, suspecting that her curiosity knows no bounds if you give her too much information.

Loki silently disagrees with that course of action. "She was hired for an important project. Really did an excellent job," he tells her.

Eloise raises her eyebrows. "You didn't tell me about a new project," she says, turning to you, but again it is Loki who answers.

"Of course not, there was a high level of secrecy. The client is very rich and famous." He puts his arm on the back of your chair and turns his face to you as he continues to speak to Eloise. "She is one of the best. What can I say? It's hard not to recognize her worth."

His words actually make you blush a little as you are so unexpectedly praised by him. Especially when he then leans in and gives you a kiss on your hair.

You give him a warning look while Eloise lets out an "Aaww".

"I'm afraid this project is also to blame for her not having as much time for the rest of her work." To an untrained listener, he sounds almost apologetic, but you know that's not the case. Of course it isn't. He loves to play these kinds of games. "And I'll probably keep her busy for a while. Maybe I'll even steal her away for a romantic vacation trip."

"How about the Mediterranean? I heard it‘s great for vacation," you suggest, just to add anything else to the conversation.

"You know I prefer cooler temperatures," he reminds you, as if you'd forgotten. "How about Scandinavia? I could show you the northern lights."

"That would be nice..." you mutter quietly, because it really would. You decide to stay out of the conversation before you say any more that gives you away. Loki and Eloise are having a splendid conversation, with the Asgardian never tiring of praising you. It's unusual, but not unpleasant. You only wish that he really meant all those things and that they weren't just for show.

You leave soon after dinner. You thank Eloise for the meal and take the empty basket. When you leave, Suzie is not at the front desk, so you don't know if she would have really asked Loki for his number.

Meanwhile, the sky has become even more overcast with clouds. "That was fun. I should join you at work more often," Loki notes.

You can well imagine that Eloise and Suzie wouldn't mind seeing him again. But before you can answer, it starts to rain thick drops and a few seconds later there is a downpour. The Asgardian puts his arm around your shoulder and the next moment you are standing in front of your cottage. This is just fine with you, because you don't feel like walking through the rain.

You unlock the door and step indoors.

"Then you'll have to keep our ‘relationship’ going," you continue the conversation as you put the basket down and walk into the kitchen.

Loki follows you. "Would it bother you?"

"Moral-wise, maybe." Using some magic, you light a fire in the stove against the chill of the rain. And while you're at it, you also put on some water for tea.

"So, it's the pretending that bothers you?" Loki asks and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"It's lying," you insist, "You're the God of lies."

"I don't lie. I merely imply. Sometimes I exaggerate. But I mean the things I say."

"You would actually take me on a romantic vacation trip?" You turn to him - and almost trip into Loki, who is standing right behind you. You didn't even hear him step up to you.

"Have you ever thought about it?" he asks you, his voice like liquid honey running down your spine. "I mean us, on a romantic trip, kissing."

You're so perplexed by his sudden closeness, his question, that the words fall out of your mouth before you can think about them. "Can't say it never crossed my mind."

The corners of his mouth twitch upward. "I wouldn't be aversed to it either." He said it teasingly, a hint of humor behind the words so that you could play it off as a joke easily - a fun little imitation and nothing more.

But your reaction was instant. Your eyes widened in surprise, your body shivering involuntarily. And there it was: that blush; your face turned that beautiful shade of red that Loki had been picturing all week since he pinned you at that small hallway wall during the mission.

He leans in for a kiss, you expectantly close your eyes but the awaited feeling of his lips enclosing on yours never happens. Your eyelids flutter open and you see that he's staring, conceited, pleased by your expectations.

Betrayed, you raise your hand, but before you can slap him with your magic right across his face, he grabs your wrists. His grip is not tight, you could break free if you wanted to. But you don't. It suddenly felt real. Far too real in your tiny kitchen.

His breath ghosts over your tingling skin and then he is finally kissing you. It's a slow, seductive and sweet kiss. You melt into his touch.

To your liking Loki lets go of you much too soon. Almost searchingly, he looks down at you. Your prayers must have been answered. You pull him into a new kiss, more longing this time. A satisfied sound escapes Loki's throat.

It was probably predictable. Like the rightful ending of a good book. It had to come down to this. It's not unexpected, but surprising nonetheless. Surprising that it's real – even after all the flirting between you. Loki had been suggestive from your first meeting, and made his intentions clear. A small, warning voice rises in your head, in the part that can still somehow think clearly. Loki had been out to get this from the start.

You push him away a little, breathless. Your lips are swollen, your cheeks still red. Loki spreads little kisses over your temple toward your ear.

"You should leave," you bring out softly. Your voice is a small plea. Your fingers clawed into the fabric of his shirt, screaming just the opposite.

Loki stops, puts his hand to your chin and turns your face upward. You only dare a quick glance at him. Loki's eyes are darkly on you. You detect a hint of glee, but mostly lust and hunger. Quickly you avert your eyes down.

"Or I could stay,” he suggests.

It's just a game to him. Everything is.

What's so bad about it? - another voice in your head asks. Why not just have some fun? You can worry about the consequences later.

You're about to give in, already opening your mouth to keep him here. But not a single word comes out. With the last part of your mind telling you that this is a stupid idea and that he will only hurt you, you push him back a bit more.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You don't look at him as you do this, don't see the remorse that briefly appears on his face. Slowly, he nods and takes a step back.

"As you wish."

Your fingers release his fabric. Actually, you don't want him to go, want to grab him and hold him tight forever. You put your hand on the tabletop behind you to resist the urge.

Loki gives you one last look, but you don't stop him. And he objects no further as he steps to the door frame and activates the rune that takes him back to New York.

When he's gone, you take a deep breath, sighing as you do so. You are so confused. How can a single person have such an effect on you?

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PREVIEW - Game Plan: Chapter 9

Artwork by @faith2nyc Catch up on Chapters 1-8 

There’s something about the air in London that makes Natasha crave tea. She couldn’t exactly prove it, but as she fills her mug with freshly boiled water, she can’t help but give the theory some credence. Coffee has been her caffeine fix of choice for as long as she can recall. She does not dare go a day without it, and yet, every time she finds herself across the pond, she catches herself reaching for a nice cup of Earl Grey instead.

“I’ll make a tea drinker out of you yet.”

“It’s either this or the swill in your cupboard also known as instant coffee,” she retorts without looking back as she plunges the tea bag into the mug, letting it steep. “Seriously, why even bother keeping any?”

“Mobius keeps it around for when he’s desperate.”  

With her drink in hand, she turns to find Loki standing by the doorway of his kitchen, a sleeping puppy nestled securely in his arms. “That man is a glutton for punishment.”

“Oh, you’ve no idea,” Loki says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, prompting her to chuckle as she makes her way over to them.

“Good morning, Fenrir,” she coos, running her free hand over the dog’s shiny black fur. Loki, ever the clean freak, hadn’t been too happy when his sister had dropped Fenrir off at his place yesterday, citing a work emergency that she needed to attend to. Taking in the current scene, though, one would never have guessed that her friend had spent the entire day complaining about having to pick up after the pup. She looks back at Loki, smirking. “I told you you’d eventually fall in love.”

Loki scoffs. “I believe that’s the same thing I said about your new hair color.”

As if on reflex, she reaches for the tail end of her now very blonde braid. Yelena had barely left her apartment when she received a phone call from Loki asking her what time her flight was arriving. He hadn’t bothered to ask her how she was doing or for clarification on the news articles she knows he’s seen circulating online, and she knew it’s because he already knew the answer to those. And while she had insisted that there was no need for her to fly out, Loki was having none of it. Either he would fly out or she would, but one thing was for certain, he wasn’t going to allow her to be alone during her leave. Despite her best efforts to persuade him otherwise, she knew there wasn’t any use in arguing with Loki when he was as determined as he was in that moment, and by the next day, she found herself on the redeye to London and walking straight into Loki’s awaiting arms upon landing in Heathrow.

That was nearly a week ago. Since then, there’s been seemingly bottomless bottles of Bordeaux, midnight baking, trips to the spa, and endless shenanigans that’s been nothing short of a salve for her soul. It was on her fourth day when she was accompanying Loki to get a trim when the receptionist had asked if she herself wanted anything done. Perhaps it was from the energy of being away from all of her woes and being digitally off the grid (Loki had taken her phone from her when she landed), but before she could give it too much thought, she found herself nodding and being led to the seat next to Loki.

If she’s being honest, she hadn’t put too much thought into what she wanted done. The only thing she knew was that she wanted a change, and between her hair having always been a fiery scarlet and her having already experimented with jet black box dye in college, bleaching it felt like the natural option. Nevertheless, as the foils were stripped away from her head later on to reveal her newly golden locks, she didn’t miss the slight wave of unease that permeated through her at the sight.

Not that she had permitted herself to flounder in the emotion for long. With a sigh, she had quashed the feeling as quickly as it had come. Change, as unsettling as it can be at times, is the only constant in the world. That’s what she had told Yelena not so long ago. And with that reminder, by the time the stylist had finished washing and running each section of her hair through a dryer and a roller brush, she found herself at peace with her decision.

“I wouldn’t say I’m in love with it,” she says. “It’s definitely growing on me, though.”

“Then I echo that sentiment when it comes to this mongrel.”

“Did you or did you not let him sleep in your bed last night?”  

“I needed something to keep me warm while Mobius is away,” Loki says, sighing in concession when she shoots him a withering glare. “Fine! Him, I like.” He reaches over to pet Fenrir between the ears, the dog all but melting into his touch. “His owner, on the other hand, leaves much to be desired.”

“Hela is not that bad,” she reasons.

“Isn’t she?” Loki challenges. “She’s high-maintenance, full of herself-”

“How many conditioning treatments do you have in your shower again?” she asks, biting back an amused smile. Despite Loki’s harsh words for his twin sister, she knows that in his heart of hearts, he does not truly mean them. If Loki’s smarting at the moment, it’s only because Hela had gone from being the publicist for the club rivaling Loki’s to being the publicist for the entire Premier League within the last year. And, in the good name of sibling rivalry, Hela has taken every opportunity since to remind Loki of her impressive feat.

“You told me that the tangerine one made your hair feel soft as silk,” Loki reminds her. The doorbell rings before she can respond, though, prompting him to make a face. “Speaking of.” He looks down at Fenrir in his arms. “I am truly sorry you have to go home with the devil incarnate.”

“Be nice,” she scolds, shaking her head as she follows him. Loki pulls the door open to reveal Hela, her long onyx hair falling like a glossy curtain around her face as she stands at the doorstep, looking ever the power executive that she is in a black pantsuit and green silk blouse.

“Fenrir!” Hela exclaims, reaching to take the dog from Loki’s arms. “Mummy missed you, my love!” She nuzzles the top of Fenrir’s head as she adds, “I’m terribly sorry I had to leave you in such modest dwellings.”

Loki’s voice rises a decibel. “Modest dwellings?”

“Hela, hey,” she interjects, handing Loki her mug as she steps between him and Hela and ignores the scowl the former directs at her. “How have you been?”

“Oh, just fabulous, darling,” Hela says as she leans forward to give her a kiss on each cheek. “A little tired, but I suppose it comes with the territory.” She shrugs. “The Premier League being the most competitive in Europe and all.”

“I’ll bet,” she says, smiling back at Hela even as she elbows Loki when she hears him mutter something unkosher over the rim of his mug.

“What about you?” Hela says. “What brings you to town?”

“Nothing really,” she says before nodding towards Loki. “This one had invited me to stay over, and since I had time off from work, I figured why not.”

“Are you still working for the Avengers?” Hela asks, to which she nods. “The allure of American football has honestly always evaded me, but from a business standpoint, I can’t help but admire the NFL’s reach and its penchant for being one hell of a profitable bastard.”

She chuckles quietly. “Allowing commercials during the game has its perks.”

Hela hums, her expression growing pensive for a second, before her emerald eyes suddenly light up. “Have you ever considered hosting an NFL game here in London?”

“Hela, Natasha is here on holiday,” Loki tells his sister sternly. “Let’s not ruin it with talk about work.”

“It’s fine, Loki,” she says, placing a hand on Loki’s arm before looking back at Hela. “Besides, as happy as I would be to help you out, Hela, I’m afraid making that kind of arrangement is way above my pay grade.” She shrugs. “I work for the Avengers, not the entire NFL.”

“Not yet, that is,” Hela says with a wink. “Besides, you wouldn’t need the entire league, just two teams. If you could get the Avengers to agree, that’s half the battle already won.”

“True,” she concedes, “let me see what the GM-”

“Though I suppose your Quarterback is finding himself in quite a pickle these days, isn’t he?” Hela says before she can even finish her sentence. “What, with his pregnant ex showing up out of the blue like that.”

“Hela,” Loki says, a veiled warning in his tone.

“Whatever strategy your PR team thinks they’re using to save him is absolute bollocks, by the way,” Hela says, ignoring Loki as her gaze moves towards her. “Between us publicists, what in the world is happening over there?”

“I wouldn’t know,” she says, keeping her tone even. “I’m strictly focused on the team’s PR now.”

“Well, that explains everything,” Hela says, shaking her head. “Frankly, if he has even the slightest interest in salvaging his image after all this, he should have just admitted to being the father from the very beginning instead of whatever it is he thinks he’s doing right now.”

“What are you talking about?” she asks at the same time Hela’s name falls pointedly from Loki’s lips again.

Hela eyes her and Loki, looking at them as though they’ve each grown another head as she takes in the confusion on their faces. “This morning’s pictures,” she says simply, shifting on her feet to settle a squirming Fenrir. “You know, the ones of him and… Peggy, is it? They’re coming out of what I assume is her prenatal appointment, hand in hand.” She scoffs. “I know everyone likes a happy ending, but for goodness’ sake, you just drove your team to a second consecutive loss and now you’re out frolicking with your ex without so much as an official statement?” Hela’s face twists with annoyance. “The optics, people!”

From her periphery, she catches the way Loki’s gaze shifts towards her, but she keeps her eyes on Hela as she shrugs. “I’m sure they have their reasons.”

“Just be glad he’s not your problem anymore,” Hela says before sighing. “Anyhow, Fenrir and I best get going.”

“Best idea you’ve had yet,” Loki says, eliciting a glare from Hela as he reaches for the doorknob.

“Oh, one last thing,” Hela says, peering over Loki’s shoulder as he lets out an exasperated sigh. “How long are you in town for?”

“I leave in two days,” she says.

“In that case, the League is having a charity event tonight. There’ll be drinks, dancing, an auction. Not to mention a parade of handsome lads.” Hela smiles. “I’d love to have you.”  

“Seriously?” Loki says, “Natasha didn’t fly all the way here to-”

“Actually, that sounds great,” she interjects, ignoring the surprised expression that makes its way onto Loki’s face. “Thanks, Hela.”

“Brilliant, I’ll have them add you to the guest list,” Hela says, her smile faltering as she turns to Loki. “I suppose you’re welcome to attend as well, dear brother. Assuming, of course, you don’t wear… whatever it is you’re wearing right now.”

“As if people will have time to dissect my sartorial choices when your face will be there!” Loki says, watching as Hela, practically cackling, retreats down his driveway. With a huff, he pushes the door shut and turns back to her. “Have you gone mad?”

“Like you didn’t want to go,” she says, her statement an accusation more than anything else as she recalls how he’s been complaining about Hela withholding his invitation to this very event – the same one that’s slated to have every executive in the League in attendance. Before her, Loki feigns indignance for another beat before sighing in concession, making her scoff. “So, are you going to drive me to get a dress or what?”

Loki purses his lips, as if to ponder her question. “We’re stopping for scones first, right?”  

“Obviously.”

#Romanogers #Game Plan #natrogers #preview #one night stand AU

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Satisfied (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes x CEO Reader

Summary: You've been in love with James Barnes for... forever, it seems like. For the past two years of his marriage to your sister, you've been repressing your romantic feelings towards him because he's married. You'd never hurt your sister like that. 

But after she passes away suddenly, James leaves. Leaving you alone and giving you a position of wealth that you never wanted. 

Four years later, you're trying your best to keep things together until James barges back into your life. To his surprise though, you want to get married. You want to settle down, regardless if you love your future partner or not. 

And James... well... he doesn't quite know how to feel about it. 

Not really.

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, love at first sight, unrequited love, character death, grief/mourning, Bucky kinda sorta being a bit of an asshole (he's got a good reason why I promise), heavy angst

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Apologies that I've been away for a while. My muse sorta just flip-flopped for the past few weeks, and then my laptop cracked. So, I had to buy a new one. Now that I'm all settled in, hopefully, fingers crossed that my updates are a bit more frequent!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can do it here.

Word Count: 3,741

Six years, three months, and two days.

Six years, three months, and two days ago⎯ your life had resembled some sort of normalcy.

Six years, three months, and two days ago, your life was something like Charlotte Lucas from Pride and Prejudice.

Your parents had been bugging you then, telling you at the age of twenty-four, that you needed to start thinking about settling down. All of your friends were doing it. Darcy Lewis, your fellow Omega friend from uni already settled down with Loki Laufeyson and was expecting a pup with him. And her friend Jane Foster who was also an Omega was married to Brunnhilde and they were expecting a pup too.

Eventually, your circle of friends fell in line and started settling down too. One by one, as if they were dominos falling over one another.

Your friends were finding their future partners and then; there was you.

You didn't date.

You didn't settle down.

You didn't do any of the sort.

You couldn't date.

You couldn't settle down.

You couldn't, didn't do any of those things because the Alpha you wanted to date, to settle down with was already taken.

By your sister.

You loved your sister. Dolores, or as everyone called her, Dot, was the best sister you could ever ask for. She was the oldest out of the two of you. She had gotten married to James when she had been twenty-four, and James was twenty-six.

They were the perfect couple. They always smiled at each other and looked so disgustingly in love that some people in your elite circle called it nauseatingly cute.

If your life couldn't have gotten any worse, you had met James at their engagement party. You both struck up a conversation. He made you laugh. He made you smile. You both talked about the company that Dot would inherit after getting married, and a deep discussion about finances and trade was launched. Everything fell into place, and when you gazed into those baby blues, you knew.

You just knew.

You were in love with him. Like a love-at-first-sight sorta thing. He set your heart aflame.

No one had ever made you feel like this before. No Alpha or Beta, not even other Omegas ever made you feel like this.

Then, the realization of why he was here revealed itself.

This was your sister’s engagement party.

So you could easily imagine how your heart just shattered into a million pieces when Dot came from behind, smiling as James put an arm around her and kissed her.

What made it worse was that your parents chose that exact moment to come over, excitedly telling you that "This is James! He's your sister's fianceé!"

To make matters worse, your parents hadn't even told you that it was James that Dot was marrying. Just a "come to the engagement party to show support!" and nothing else.

If you could have, you would've given a nod, maybe even a smile, and politely tell them that you needed to FaceTime one of your other friends, and flee the scene.

And that was precisely what you did. You smiled at them, told your parents that you needed to FaceTime your group chat to tell your friends the good news, and left the room. You ran straight to the bathroom, locked yourself inside, and FaceTimed your friends, crying your eyes out.

When Dot and James eventually married, it was an extravagant affair. Many people you recognized in the upper middle class were there. Even kids you had gone to private school with had shown up. Heck, even your entire family showed up too.

You had been Dot and James’s Maid of Honor.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else,” she had told you honestly.

If the roles had been reversed and you had been the one getting married, you probably would’ve said the same.

So, you swallowed your pride and watched as Dot walked down the aisle escorted by your father and married James. You gave your Maid of Honor speech, and successfully hid the pain in your voice and eyes.

For the next two years, you were the third wheel to Dot and James. Dot and James, and you. You, and Dot and James. The happily married young couple and their sister/sister-in-law.

Everything had been manageable. Livable. Day by day, the pain became more and more acceptable.

Just for a second there, you were slowly coming to terms that yes; you were in love with your brother-in-law. But you loved your sister more. You wanted her to be happy. So you threw your feelings toward James out of the window like Prince Charming from Cinderella Three running after Cinderella and chasing the girl of his dreams.

Except in this scenario, you weren’t Cinderella and he wasn’t Prince Charming.

Nope.

You were Anastasia.

You weren’t all mad about that though. You liked her character development in the third movie. She became a truly fleshed-out character in Cinderella Three.

And like Anastasia from Cinderella Three, the worst day of your life happened.

You would never forget the day for as long as you lived.

Dot and James were discussing what they wanted to do on their second anniversary, and Dot had politely asked for your input. You had told her that since this wasn’t your marriage and you weren’t married to him, your opinion didn’t mean much.

It hadn’t been a lie. Because you were telling her the truth. You weren’t married to James; she was. So why should your opinion be weighed in? It was kinda redundant.

Dot however had persisted. Wanting your opinion. Even though you politely dismissed the idea entirely. And then, as if you couldn’t become even more uncomfortable, Dot brought up the idea that she should set you up on a blind date with one of James’s friends. That led you to point out that considering she was discussing it with you, it didn’t count as a blind date. Besides, you knew the majority of James’s friends already so it didn’t count.

But, she continued to probe and push. Like a kid poking at a bear with a stick.

She only stopped when James rectified the situation. At that moment, you were grateful for him and his interference.

Wishing your sister and James a happy anniversary, you spoke your goodbyes, hugged them both, and went back to your apartment.

Little did you know, that was the last time you’d ever speak to her. Because at eight in the morning, you had been awoken by your phone ringing. Text messages spamming your phone.

When you saw the text message to come to the penthouse, you scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to wash your face or brush your teeth; because you were in such a rush. When you finally arrived, it was absolute chaos. Your parents were there and they were crying. Some of your family members already showed up, and they were in tears.

The worst thoughts came to mind.

Had James or Dot got hurt?

Was one of them in the hospital?

Those thoughts became worse and worse as you made your way to the primary bedroom suite.

What you saw made you completely stop in your tracks.

Dot was there, in bed.

Except… she wasn’t moving. She laid there still. Unmoving. Her skin was paler than usual, and her lips had a twinge of blue. Jaundice was on her face.

Your mother was screaming and crying, but somehow, you tuned it out. It became white noise as you zeroed on your sister.

There you stood in the threshold of the door to the primary bedroom, looking on in horror as the thought solidified in your mind. Cementing it there.

Dot was dead.

She was gone.

“She… she was so healthy… I-I just saw her yesterday…”

From where he was sitting in the armchair near the corner, James stood up to his full height. You were so engrossed, the tears beginning their way down your face that you hadn’t even noticed him walk over to you.

“... do something.”

Your brain caught those words. Slowly, with your tear-streaked cheeks, your eyes saw those blue eyes.

Those blue eyes were full of grief. Full of pain. Your heart shattered into even more pieces; even more than when you were told that James was marrying Dot.

At that very moment, your romantic feelings toward James were gone. None of it was there. You didn’t focus on it.

“You know her more than anyone,” his voice sounded broken. “You… you… tell her to wake up. Wake her up, flower. Do it. Please.”

Deep in your heart, you knew you couldn’t wake her up.

Deep in your heart, you knew the soul-wrenching truth.

There would be no waking her up. She wouldn’t be waking up anymore. You wouldn’t be able to hug her. You wouldn’t be able to tell her that you loved and appreciated her. You wouldn’t be able to see her and James’s future pups and be the single cool wine aunt. You wouldn’t be able to show her the pups you would have with your future Alpha, because you wanted to have pups of your own.

And now, you would never be able to do those things with your sister. Never again. She had been ripped apart from you in the worst way possible.

A jerk of your shoulders pulled you back to the present. James had grabbed a hold of your shoulders, jerking you around like you were nothing.

“Do something!”

He shook you. He had you by the shoulders, his grip on you tight. He, like you, was crying too. He had been crying all morning.

He looked so angry. So grief-stricken. But when he shook you again, this time; his voice was louder. Firmer. People outside in the hallway and down the stairs heard him loud and clear.

“Why can’t you just fucking do something?!” He roared at you, lashing out.

It hit you.

It hit you like a ton of bricks.

For the first time, you snapped. You never had snapped at him. Never got angry at him. You could never get angry at him.

But in that moment, everything erupted. Everything broke and shattered like china plates falling on the floor.

You shoved him.

You shoved him quite hard.

Considering he was an Alpha, it was surprising. Alphas were stronger than Omegas.

Your sweet scent of peaches and deep cinnamon flared. It became more intense and was overlapping with his oceany, musky scent.

It made his eyes burn even further. It made him choke.

“Fuck you!” You roared back in kind.

James was caught off-guard. A look of surprise broke his grieving face.

“Dot might’ve been your wife, but she was my sister first!” You shrieked at him, continuing to push him further and further away from you.

Push. Push. Push.

Shove. Shove. Shove.

“Don’t you think I don’t want to wake her up? That if I did, she’d magically wake up and everything would be fine?” You were looking livid.

“Don’t you think I want that too?” You had shouted at him, your teeth chattering because you were just so angry at that moment.

“That’s enough.”

Your mother embraced you tight. “Come on,” she was whispering in your ear, “... we’ll go downstairs. Break the news. Together.”

The funeral had been emotional. You still only remembered bits and pieces of it to this day. Your mother remarked that you had been crying the entire time, and you had collapsed on your knees in the church when you spoke your final goodbye.

Only six months after Dot’s death, James had vanished in the middle of the night.

He had left a note. As if that made things better.

In the note, he stated that he was giving you full control of the company and that he would be traveling for a while. Finding himself, he had written.

The first few months after you had stepped up to the plate and accepted the CEO position, you had texted him.

Once. Twice. Three times in the span of a month.

Radio silence was what greeted you. Then, to make matters worse, you woke up on a random day and saw that he blocked you. On everything.

It had been a miracle that you hadn’t thrown your phone across the room.

Instead, what you did was change your number.

After you blocked James on everything, of course. If that was how he wanted to treat you, fine. You could be a bitch too.

Four years passed.

And as you stood on the balcony of the penthouse suite that was your official apartment overlooking the Big Apple, the sounds of New York buzzed down below you.

Because New York never slept.

It truly was the best city in the world. At least in your opinion.

Clad in nothing but a crimson-colored nightgown, the slight breeze nipped at you. It was nice.

For a moment for the first time in a while, you could feel like you could actually take a moment to breathe.

Your Omega certainly agreed with you. She was silent, looming and lingering in the cage of your mind.

In the last four years, she bidded her time. Her Alpha had run away from her, tail in between his legs to cope with his grief. She knew what coping with grief felt like. She only had been doing it for the past four years, after all.

But the way he had done things infuriated her! Pissed her off! Made her want to chase him down and chew his head off with the way he treated her!

However, she instead chose the good path and fill in the shoes that her Alpha left her to fill. Even though she didn’t want to. But she knew she had to.

She had no choice.

You had no choice.

Although, you weren’t gonna lie; the position was nice once you got used to it. After four years of running the company as a CEO, you fell into a routine. You didn’t dread going to the office. You actually liked going to the office and seeing everyone.

Maybe it was your way of coping with Dot’s death. Maybe it was your way to keep your shield around your heart when James had shattered it. Maybe it was your way of rebuilding your life again.

Speaking of your heart…

Turning around, you walked back inside the penthouse, closing and making sure to lock the balcony door behind you. Checking it twice, you took out your phone and tapped at the screen, making sure that every room was safe. The front doors and the garage doors were closed and locked.

Everything was safe.

But you knew that not even the Big Apple was safe enough.

Dot’s death had been enough proof for that. To this day, you still didn’t know how she passed. The coroner told the family that she must’ve had a heart problem.

Still, you were wary.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, you continued on your trek to your room. It was pretty hefty. Nine rooms, three bedrooms. Three full baths and one partial. The partial one was nice for your housekeeper’s dog. Yelena Belova, a fellow Omega owned an America Akita. Fanny was small and very cute. But in need of grooming though. Yelena told you Fanny’s messy fur was a part of her personality, but you were more focused on if Fanny could see or not.

Such things made you a little reserved when Fanny was brought over. Yelena cleaned your home once a week, and always brought Fanny. It was a treat. You were even thinking about adopting a pet so Fanny wouldn’t be so lonely.

That thought was enough to quell your nerves. Soothe you. It was enough to make you not think of anything when you finally reached the primary bedroom upstairs.

Your bedroom.

Flopping right onto your bed, you sighed. You didn’t even bother to crawl under the sheets, because you were so tired.

Almost immediately, you shut your eyes closed.

Maybe you’d be able to finally get some sleep.

Later that morning…

“Ma’am?”

You were still typing on your laptop, intent on finishing this email so you could get to the meeting you had in a few minutes with a potential investor.

“Ma’am?”

Your head peeked up from the screen, so you could finally see the person who wanted your attention.

“Oh, Peter!”

Peter Parker, your assistant looked at you nervously. He was holding his iPad in his hands. He looked so nervous and skittish. As always, when he was around you. The twenty-three-year-old young Alpha was so kind and considerate with you, doing everything you asked of him with proficiency.

“Hi, sorry.” You apologized. “I’m just trying to finish up this email before I head to my next meeting. Is there anything you needed to ask? You know you can ask me anything.”

Nervously, Peter offered you a small smile. The brunet-haired young man was a good kid. You still remembered how adventurous you were when you were his age. Now, you were the sole CEO of the company your parents had once owned. They were mostly retired now, but they still attended parties.

“Oh. Did you need to ask about the party?” You inquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Peter confirmed. He handed his iPad over to you, and you looked down at the screen.

“Let’s see… catering, decorations, invite… uh-huh, uh-huh, yup… looks about right…” were the only words that you spoke as you scrolled down the list, confirming things or saying that particular things hadn’t quite been done yet. You were quick and precise, so when you eventually looked up, you were finished.

“Okay. The catering and decorations are good. The invite list looks to be right too. Everything looks good.” You concluded.

“Okay. Thanks, ma’am.” Relief showed on Peter’s face.

“You don’t have to be so formal,” you chuckled. Giving you yet another nervous smile, Peter’s head bobbed up and down quickly. It reminded you of a bobblehead, which just amused you.

“If there’s anything else I need to know, you can shoot me a text,” you reminded him as you got up from the chair. It was a rolling chair. Cause you liked those. They were always so fun to sit in and roll yourself around as a young pup. Even now, you looked absolutely delighted.

“Right.”

You walked out of your office, followed by Peter. Both of you walked down the long hallway, passing by employees alike.

“Say, ma’am…” You looked at him as you continued to walk toward the elevators.

“Yeah?”

“Do you…” he swallowed a little, “... do you ever miss him?”

Him.

James.

“I⎯” you were quick to catch yourself before you said something you’d probably regret. “Well… sometimes. I’ve been trying to… cope with it. When he left, it kinda broke me further, y’know? He and I, we’ve always been close. Other than my sister, we’ve always been good friends.”

And I’ve always been in love with him too, so there’s that.

It was ironic.

Four years had gone by and even though you tried your best to keep yourself going, to just keep chugging along and live to see the next day⎯ James would always creep back up in your mind. Like an itch that popped up every once and a while.

“It was shitty though, don’t you think?” Peter’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You were giving him your full attention again. The two of you stopped in front of the two elevators, and he pressed the second button to go down to the conference room.

“That he just left. He left a note. He didn’t even bother saying goodbye to you.” Peter said, making you remember.

You couldn’t help yourself.

You mulled over it again. Somehow, someway, you heard his voice in your head again, like he was narrating an audiobook when you remembered his letter.

“My dearest family…”

Even after all these years, you didn’t like remembering his note. Sure, it had been his own handwriting. You knew what his handwriting looked like.

But even now, you still felt like his letter had been just that.

A letter.

Words on paper were nothing compared to the real thing. Why did he just pack up some of his stuff and just get up and leave without warning you? Telling you that he was going to go traveling for a while?

You understood needing space. You had told your family, your friends, and even James that you needed time to cope. You couldn’t be the daughter, the friend, the sister-in-law that everyone needed. You just couldn’t be that person at that time.

You weren’t even quite sure if anyone else understood that you just weren’t that person anymore. You weren’t even quite sure if anyone could even see how different you were now.

Maybe it was the fact that you had put all so many walls, so many barriers between yourself and everyone else in the world to make sure that you weren’t hurt again.

Your sister had been taken away from you.

Your parents had distanced themselves from you.

Your brother-in-law, the only love of your life that you’d ever known up until that point had left you.

You realized that really; the only person you could rely on was yourself. No one would be there to hold out a hand when you would be close to falling.

It was just you now.

“No. No. I… you aren’t really wrong. For a couple of months after that… I didn’t really talk to anyone. But I think… I think that he was coping too. In his own way. Everything just reminded him of Dot. Even me.” You admitted. It was something you thought about almost every day after James had left. Fled to god knows where. India maybe? Europe? Wherever the hell he went.

“Sometimes people just need to be alone, Peter. And that’s okay. It might not look right or sound right, but it’s life.”

The elevator doors finally dinged. They pushed open, and both of you walked inside. Peter pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

And neither of you said anything else after that.

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[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 28

“Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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The Norns knew that Loki's patience had been tested over the years. After all, he had grown up with Thor. He liked to think that he was perfectly capable of calmly waiting for the pieces to fall into place as others struggled to catch up to realizations he had already come to long before.

That said, if Caroline and his parents did not soon join them, he was fully prepared to storm his mother's sitting room and drag them all out.

"You can pace if you like, it makes no difference to me."

Loki glared over to where the ancient Healer was sitting. He could not deny that he longed to do just as she suggested and wear a rut in the highly polished marble floor, but he refused to give in to the temptation. Not that he was fooling her or himself, of course. Between his fingers drumming on the arms of his chair and constantly adjusting the position of his legs, Loki was as fidgety as wolf pup in thunder storm.

"I am fine, thank you," was all he said, grinding his teeth when the woman gave him a look that clearly said she knew he was lying.

At least in the beginning he had been distracted as Eir rooted around in his head. The sensation had not been physically unpleasant, but Loki was far from comfortable with sharing the secrets of his mind with anyone. The woman had made small noises as she prodded with her seidr, causing odd surges of emotions he could not explain. At last, she had sighed and removed her hands from where they had been sunk into his hair.

"Not unworkable," was all she had said.

"Perhaps you could distract me," he suggested now, tilting back his heavy wooden chair to a dangerous angle. She had lived long enough, she must have stories.

"I thought that was the job of your little Midgardian girl," Eir replied.

"I did not mean... that is to say... I was not implying..."

"Relax, Princeling," Eir laughed, though not unkindly. "You are far too young for my taste."

"Just exactly how old are you?" he asked, words escaping before he could think better of them. Why did she put his so on the back foot? "Forgive me, that was unpolite of me."

"I am far too old to be offended by your asking," she said with a wave of her hand.

"Well then?" he prompted; curiosity roused.

"I don't really remember any longer," she told him with a shrug. "I have been a Healer since before Odin ascended to the throne."

"Implying you were once something else?"

"Oh, many things," she said vaguely.

"Such as?" really, could she not humor him and take his mind off of the fact that others were deciding his fate?

"A Valkyrie, for one."

"Truly?" Now that was interesting!

"You look surprised. I was not always old, you know. Yes, I was one of Bor's generals. For millennia I helped defend Asgard and its throne from all who sought to challenge it."

"From Valkyrie to Healer? That is quite a turn."

"Not as much as you might think. To take a life is easier than to save it, but to do either well requires a basis in the same basic knowledge. You must remember as well, Valkyries do not just give battle, they ferry the soles of the glorious dead to Valhalla. It is in itself a form of care for the wounded."

It made sense in a twisted sort of way. He could see it in her, too. The iron straight posture, the air of command, give her a winged horse and a Dragon Fang blade and Loki would not want to face her on the battlefield.

"So, what led to your change of heart?" he asked.

"Your grandfather declared war on the Jotunheim."

"I was told that Odin vanquished the Jotun," the Nine knew he had heard the story often enough.

"And so he did," Eir confirmed. "But that was hardly the first time the two realms went to war. Subjugation or extermination of the Frost Giants has a long history with the royal family."

"And what? You feared to face the cruel might of the Jotuns?"

"Why should I fear my own kin?"

"I beg your pardon?"

It was rare that something caught Loki completely off guard, but Eir's pronouncement, so calmly made, had his jaw dropping to the floor. He would have thought that she was jesting, but in his experience that was not in her nature. Yet she sat there so calm, returning his stare with an easy continence.

"It is not as though it was a secret," Eir shrugged. "My maternal grandmother Ygonda was a Jotun Princess. You need not look so horrified, Princeling. Such things were much more common back in the early days. My grandfather was an ambassador to the Jotunheim; we had still had diplomatic relations at the time. The story goes that one look at Ygonda and he was hopelessly besotted. It took some time, and from what I understand an intensive series of vocal lessons, but in the end, he wooed and won the Ice Princess."

"But they are so savage -"

"Asgardian propaganda," Eir waved away his characterization. "I lived with the Jotuns for quite some time in my younger days."

"You did?" even the possibility of such a thing was inconceivable in the world they lived in now.

"It was when I was in training to become a Valkyrie. I had mastered Asgardian methods of fighting, but that alone was not enough to be selected for their exalted ranks. I was a quarter Jotun, and my grandmother had long since returned to her homeland. While her marriage had been passionate, she never felt quite at home here. Our people can be less then welcoming to those who are different, even if they are royalty. I reached out to Ygonda and she was happy to welcome me into her home."

"What was it like?" Loki was fascinated.

"Strange at first, but I adapted quickly. My focus was on battle and fighting techniques, of course. I was not as large as they were, of course, but I was fast. They taught me how to fight with the spears they prefer, and how to over awe your enemy. On top of that, I was enthralled by their healing magic. It was the first time I had ever dabbled in the restorative arts, and I loved the challenge it provided, a battle of its own you might say."

"I never even suspected," Loki shook his head as he stared at her.

"It is not something I advertise these days, relations between the two realms being what they were. When I was forced to choose sides, I realized that as much as I loved my Jotun family, my home was on Asgard. That being said, I am aware of how small-minded our people can be. Asgardians are proud, and not quick to be welcoming to anyone seen as different."

Loki knew firsthand how true that could be. He was a Prince of the Realm and yet he had never felt welcomed by his people. How much harder must it have been for someone of another race all together?

He took a long, hard look at Eir now. She had always seemed a giant to him, if not in the literal sense. There was a slight bluish tint to her skin, and if he looked for it, he could just make out raised lines on her forehead. A Frost Giant, here among the Gods on Asgard? He never would have thought it possible.

A wave of vertigo swept through him, causing him to lower his head into his hands.

"Prince Loki, are you quite well?" she asked.

"Fine," he said shortly. "But the sooner we fix whatever it is that is wrong with my memory, the happier I will be."

"I hope you are correct," she said. After a moment, she added "If, when we are finished with your procedure, you find yourself in need of a friendly ear, my office is always open to you."

"Why?" he asked, taken aback.

"I have always thought you were worth more than most of the youth of Asgard," she told him. "In a few millennia, you might even make a competent healer."

From anyone else he would have been offended, but he was aware enough to realize that for Eir this was the height of flattery.

"I will keep that in mind," he said with a nod. "If I don't go mad waiting for the others to join us."

"I forget sometimes what it is like to be young," she said with a sigh. "I am extremely glad I am past those days."

Loki almost wished that he was past them as well. Giving up his best intentions, he pushed himself from the chair. Eir had opened herself up to him, he no longer felt the need to hide his own feelings. Pushing his hair back from his high forehead, he began to pace the bounds of the room.

***

"Finally!"

Caroline had barely stepped in the room when Loki pounced at them. He had been on his feet, and from the looks of him he was about to tear the room apart. He walked towards her now, claiming her hands and bringing them to his lips to kiss her knuckles. Oh, she was a sucker for that!

"Sorry it took so long," she said, voice sounding a bit flustered even from that relatively innocent contact.

"Well?" he demanded, looking from her to where his parents stood tall beside her.

"I do not like this," Odin pronounced, as usual speaking louder than room required. She was beginning to see where Thor's way of speaking came from. "In my view of things, this loss of memory is a blessing. If you have indeed been tortured as this woman has led us to believe, why would you wish to recall such a thing?"

"I believe I can blur the worst of his pain," Eir spoke before Loki could form an answer.

Caroline was glad for the Healer's intervention. She had used everything she could think of to persuade the God, but Odin had been reluctant at best to go along with the path everyone else saw as the obvious choice. Finally, with Frigga's help, she had gotten him to the point where he agreed to allow Loki and Eir to decide. She only hoped he would stick with that decision long enough for the procedure to take place.

"What do you have in mind?" Frigga asked, looping her hand through her husband's arm.

"Now that I know that the Mind Stone was the cause of much of his torment, I can filter through his thoughts looking for its signature overriding his own brain pathways. Once I have that time period isolated, I can completely remove the block we placed on either side of it."

"I want to remember all of it," Loki insisted stubbornly.

"I am getting to that," Eir told him. "With your mother's help, I believe I can lift the mental block while leaving the emotional dampening in place. This will allow the prince to recall the facts of his past without the hurt he suffered."

"That sounds ideal!" Caroline beamed at the old Goddess.

"Excellent, let's do that then. When do we start?" Loki asked, eagerness written all over him.

"Not in the middle of the night," Frigga admonished him.

"We are all here now," Loki protested.

"I am not going to perform, or even assist on, work on my son's brain at anything less than one hundred percent. You will also want to be at your strongest, fully rested, for the procedure. I suggest we all get as much rest as remains this night and meet in Eir's offices tomorrow at midday."

"That is acceptable," Eir nodded. "Your Majesties, Princeling, I bid you goodnight."

Caroline tried not to be offended that she was completely left out of the woman's farewells. After all, she was hardly royalty. Still, she was hopeful that Loki would not want to linger here once he was back in possession of his memories. Assuming, of course, that he still wanted to remain with her at that point.

"You will think carefully about this, Loki," Odin instructed, glaring at his son. "There is still time to change your mind."

"My mind is set."

"Why don't you go get some sleep," Frigga suggested again, clearly wanting to hold off any impending arguments.

"Very well," Loki sighed, offering her is arm. "Caroline?"

"Hold!" Odin snapped. "You will not bring that woman back to your chambers."

"You can't be serious!" Loki bristled.

"This is the Royal Palace of Asgard, not a village tavern. She has no place here. Your mother can find her a bed in the servant's hall."

"Odin," Frigga pleaded.

"Caroline is not a servant," Loki insisted. "She is my intended."

Well, that was news to Caroline! And to Loki's true self, if it came down to it. Yes, he cared for her, but they had hardly had time to discuss anything of any permanence. Despite all of these mental protestations, Caroline could not help the thrill that passed through her as he spoke the hot, possessive words.

"She is no such thing! Such an idea is the height of lunacy. A phoenix does not mate with a moth after all."

"I love her, father."

"You don't even know her!"

"Even still."

"Loki, it is alright," Caroline said, swallowing a lump in her throat.

As angry as she was at Odin's treatment of her, she did not want to antagonize him to the point where he changed his mind on Loki's procedure. They just had to get his memories restored, and then they could escape from Asgard and Loki's tyrant of a father.

"It is not alright. I will not have you disrespected."

"Perhaps a compromise," Frigga once more attempted to play peacemaker. "Caroline is a guest, and as such I agree with Loki that it would not be suitable to lodge her with the servants. However, Loki needs all the rest he can get. I will therefore have a guest chamber prepared for her. It should not take more than a few moments."

"I will sleep better with her beside me."

Caroline loved the intention behind his declaration, but she knew that in this case it might actually not be true. It had been hard enough to keep him at arm's length earlier, if they spent all night (or what remained of it) pressed against each other, how long until her resistance gave way, and she threw herself on top of him?

"As much as I want to be there," she said, looking up into his eyes, "your mother is right. When I am next in your arms, I do not intend for either of us to get any rest at all."

It was a bold statement, particularly spoken as it was in front of his very disapproving father, but Caroline knew her Prince. A heat kindled in his eyes and she felt his pulse quicken to match hers. She could not be sure, but she almost thought she heard a rumbling noise like a growl deep in his chest.

"Very well," he said at last. "I expect the room that she is given to be suitable for one of the highest rank."

"Of course," Frigga agreed quickly. "Caroline, if you come with me, I will escort you."

Caroline gave a small gasp as, ignoring his mother for the moment, Loki pulled her into his arms. His kiss was slow, long, and hot, promising all sorts of things that she could not wait to collect on. Part way through, she vaguely heard Odin snort and storm out of the room, but she could barely be bothered to notice, so consumed was she with Loki's embrace.

"You have made your point, and he is gone," Frigga said at last.

Caroline sighed with regret as Loki pulled back at last placing one last chaste kiss to her nose.

"That was not to make a point," Loki spoke in a raspy voice, eyes locked with Caroline's. "That was to make a promise. Sleep well, my love. It will be your last alone.

For those interested, I did some research on Eir before writing this chapter. It turns out that in myths she is referenced at different points as being a Valkyrie and being Jotun. This seemed such a wonderful opportunity for this story, I just had to give her this history here.

#Loki #Loki/OFC #Loki Fan Fic #Romance #Tom Hiddleston #Post Avengers 1 #memory loss #therapy #Odin's A+ parenting #Frigga #Odin is an ass #Eir

[mxrvelouscreations]

🌈⭐️💻🌼📚😍🏆

Again, I may have to mention a few people for these because picking one is just not enough for me!

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog - @sonoftartessos @sclidad both just have such pretty blogs that feel like they fit the character well while not being too cluttered!

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character - @lcveblossomed does amazing at not only their OCs but also with canon characters, one of my favourites being their portrayal of Eddie!! @wanderingaroundwithmysoul has such a fantastic portrayal of Rain, we've only just started writing together but I absolutely love their dynamic!

💻 ― excellent writing - @cxpt while we don't write as often as others, they still keep me hooked on their portrayal of Steve and our little dynamic between Steve and Bucky from different universes. @lives-by-moonlight their writing always keeps me interested in where the muses go next, whether it's fluff or smut.

🌼 ― creative headcanons - @starcchild for definite gets my vote here. They have weaved their headcanons into the Marvel verses so well that honestly, Carter is a canon character no matter what anyone else says. @bewitchingbaker Chris honestly feels like he could have come from any number of movies or shows because of how well thought out he is.

📚 ― nice threads to read - @voluntadfuerte doesn't matter which muse it is or whether it's something soft or heavy angst, their threads always get me hooked. @lokitheliesmith I love getting to read just what Loki might be thinking in a thread, whether it be with Tony or Wanda, and whatever he says is always going to be beautifully written.

😍 ― admiring from afar - @fiercehearts not because I'm scared to write with you (you know I adore you and all of your muses), I'm just trying to figure out a little way for our muses to meet. @flamesofrebirths again, I adore you and your muses, I'm just trying to figure out a way for our muses to meet.

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend - @hollowedstreets for sure! A sweet as hell mun and some of the sweetest muses around, I adore each and every one of them and I love figuring out our little pairings! @glitchexmachina Tyson is a genius but also a cutie and Sara adores him. Not only that but he has a cute little pup that deserves the world!

#anon ask

[ashdreams2023]

hi anon who requested the last abo fic it was amazing i love it so much

If your ok with doing another one maybe one where you spend like hours making the nest and loki didnt realize you spent that long on it and he messes it up and it just breaks your are cause you spent so long on it

And he can loke feel the sadness theough the bond and he realizes how sad you are and tries to make it up to you

I’m sorry

Warning: omegaverse

Alpha Loki x omega reader

"Just a few more things" you mumbled to yourself.

You placed another fluffy pillow on the nest before finally grabbing Loki’s hoodie and placing it on top.

It was perfect, everything you liked and needed was there and it only took you six hours of searching around the compound!.

A successful journey in your book definitely, and now you just needed to shower to feel clean when you rest in it.

While you were showering you didn’t hear Loki walking inside the room, and the scent blockers he had on for missions helped not identify if he’s around or not.

You did hear shuffling though, but you paid it no mind. When you got out, dried your body and wore some clean clothes you were hit with strong woody musk scent.

"Loki!" You greeted your alpha with a big smile, he was laying down on the bed resting with a lazy smile on his face.

"Pup, how was your day?" He said.

You crawled on the bed beside him and began explaining everything you did while he was out, the omega inside of you was just over the moon to have him back.

"And I’m sure you saw the amazing nest I made!" Loki blinked before pointing at your nest, that now when you look at it, it’s missing items…clothing items.

His clothing attempts.

The smile on your face dropped "where’s the clothes?…"

"Oh…I threw them in the washing machine, they looked dirty" Loki immediately felt the sadness reeking your sweet scent.

"I….it took so long…" you were devastated, all your work went to waste.

Loki sat up quickly, the alpha instinct in him immediately acting up and making him think of a way to make you happy again.

"No no, I didn’t know you needed them this bad!, you can use anything from my other stuff come on!" You started sniffing before hugging your legs to your chest.

Loki looked around for anything he could use as replacement but the only piece of clothing he had that still had his scent on it was what he was wearing at this very moment.

"Fuck it" he said.

He took off his top and brought it closer for you to smell, you whimpered when the strong scent hit your nose, his comforting scent.

"I’ll make it up to you come on" he head you to the nest and laid on his back with you on top of him, now his scent could be stuck in there for a while.

"Better?"

"Yeah…"

#imagine #mcu #omegaverse #loki laufeyson #alpha Loki #loki #fanfic #loki x reader #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki/y/n