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Xmas note (i forgot to post)

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Everyone please stop what you’re doing because today is Loki’s birthday

Happy birthday Loki

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November 23rd ~ Today's a real special day for a real special vampire xD

Staz Charlie Blood from Blood Lad 🖤🖤🖤 Another one of my favourite boys 😏🖤

A little bit crazy, a little bit Psycho, a little bit cute and really badass ~ that's Staz for ya 😈

Happy Birthday, one of the greatest Otakus of all times xDDD

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Christmas in November???

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Updated ME icons

And once again, happy N7Day!

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Thought of you💚🥭

AAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHA 😆 there is so much to unpack here. Whoever created this is an absolute legend 👌

Some of my personal faves:

The IMAGE CAPTION☠️😆"laughing at your ruined life"

Symptoms: Sudden interest in poetry/Shakespeare/norse mythology

-"sudden onset of symptoms may start with innocuous events such as watching him adjust microphones" 🤣🤣

Also the warning, "refrain from engaging in any YouTube or Tumblr sessions" - ohhhhhh dear. We're jimmied, lads.

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This is so good yet so sad

Chapter 8

Warnings: NSFW (for real this time), p in v, fingering, time fuckery, angst, romance, minors dni

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“Let me know if real power wants a magazine or something.”

Loki held his breath as Fury rounded the corner. By some miracle, he had managed to find a place to hide so neither Fury nor his younger self noticed his presence. 

As he crouched down below the desks that held several monitoring devices, Loki peered up at the glass cage where the other, more volatile version of himself was pacing back and forth. 

As he watched himself, Loki realized that the Loki in that cage was not him at all. He was wearing the same armor and the same face, but he remembered that exact moment. He remembered how much it had hurt him to have so many people despise him. It had hurt even worse to have people fear him. He remembered how much he desperately wanted to put a stop to it.

A door squeaked open on the other side of the room, and Loki ducked down once more. Then he remembered that moment too. It was the moment he first saw you. 

~~~

“I know he won't believe me,” You murmured, standing outside Hulk's office. 

Thor patted you on the back and smiled unconvincingly. 

“Then we don't tell him. Just ask him to check the cloak for particles again. Or Loki mojo,” he laughed. 

You weren't completely sold on the mojo theory, but you knew that in order for the cloak to transport you to Loki's location, however temporary, it had to be connected to him somehow. The thought made you feel a little warmer inside and for a moment, you wondered if Loki knew. Then, you remembered how confused he'd looked when you popped up out of nowhere. 

“I don't think Loki knows…” 

Thor turned to look at you before knocking on professor Hulk's door. 

“Of course he does! Why would he leave the thing here if he didn't know it would do this?”

You shook your head. 

“He left it with me because he knew I needed something to hold onto until he made it home. He didn't do this,” You gestured to the cloak vaguely. 

“He was just as shocked as I was when I appeared out of thin air.”

~~~

Gods, you were beautiful. It took every ounce of his self control not to call out your name. Of course, this version of you wasn't in love with him yet, so you probably would not react well to seeing another version of him. 

Loki watched his other self watching you, subtly checking you out, and he felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Jealousy… and something else. 

“Are you hungry?” Your soft voice echoed across the room, and Loki saw himself smirk. 

Disgust. That was the something else he was feeling. He remembered feeling very attracted to you even then, and he'd always known that he didn't deserve you. But watching himself with you now made it infinitely worse. 

“I can bring you something…if you want–” You offered. 

“Why? Why would you bother?” 

You took a small step toward the cage. 

“Because I don't believe in keeping someone locked up without food or water. I– I think you deserve to have your needs met,” You whispered, clearly intimidated, but not afraid. 

“Do you? And what do you know of my needs, little one?” 

This was brutal. He couldn't believe you had given him a chance after the way he had acted. The worst part was that he had wanted to thank you- to try to get to know you. But he had no choice but to treat you like he was a vicious beast. 

Loki remembered wondering why you cared about his needs, especially after your first encounter with him. At first, he'd thought you had ulterior motives. Perhaps you were working with Fury to break him. But it wasn't long before he realized that wasn't the case. He still felt terrible for getting you into trouble. Fury had come to see him- to interrogate him one more time- and he had sneered- at least y/n has the decency to bring me sustenance before she starts questioning me. 

But he had been lying. You hadn't questioned him at all. You'd merely brought him something to eat and sat with him, keeping him company and making him feel just a little less isolated. 

He didn't see you again until after the battle. 

~~~

“Have you been anywhere since last night, Y/N?” The professor asked, a curious expression on his face. 

You weren't sure how to answer. You had been somewhere, but not really. 

“I– well, I didn't leave the tower, if that's what you're asking.”

He frowned, still gazing at the cloak. 

“You haven't taken this thing anywhere else?”

Thor nudged you, but it was about as subtle as an explosion. 

You sighed and filled Hulk in on what had happened the night before. 

Hulk listened with increasing skepticism evident on his face.

“You put the cloak on and it– you believe it transported you to Loki… Three hundred years into the future.”

His tone was even more incredulous than you'd expected it to be, and you were ready to walk out when Thor spoke up. 

“No. It happened. Now, we need to know if the particles on the cloak have changed since then.”

Professor Hulk chuckled. 

“They're still originating from earth, but I've been able to date them this time. The most interesting part is that the old particles are no longer there. I couldn't find a single trace of them anywhere. Do you know how impossible that is? You'd be far more likely to clean all the DNA from a crime scene. We're talking about microscopic particles that have just…disappeared.”

Thor huffed. 

“What time are they from now?!”

Hulk held a hand up as if to calm Thor before lightning struck them all. 

“It looks like they're from just before the–” he shot a glance at you- “the New York thing.”

“I was there, you know. You don't need to treat me like a child,” You whispered. 

You suddenly remembered how everyone treated you when you and Loki went public with your relationship. It was as if they thought you were under duress. But you loved him. You loved him so much, you would have spent the rest of your life in Asgard’s dungeons with him if that had been his fate. Thankfully, it did not come to that. However, it took some time before the rest of the team realized that the two of you were meant to be. 

~~~

Loki began to wish that he was a bit less vigilant, seeing as how his counterpart hadn't even taken a seat in hours. That meant he was still hiding. Under a table. From himself. He rolled his eyes and tried to think of a way to distract himself long enough to escape, but any distraction that he could concoct wouldn't work on him because he already knew the trick. 

His mind began to wander while he waited, and he started to wonder what would actually happen if he changed the past. What would happen if he took the Tesseract from this point in time? Would Thanos kill his younger self and erase everything from that point forward? Or would it really change anything at all? Loki doubted that time could truly be rewritten. Of course, he didn't want to find out. 

Or maybe…no.

Definitely not.. 

Then he had a horrifying thought. What if you managed to show up here? That would certainly change the flow of events, especially if his doppelganger saw you. He would know that something was afoot, and he'd probably use that to his advantage. Gods, he needed to get out of there.

“You know I can hear you, yes? I can smell you.”

Loki stiffened. Then he remembered who he'd been talking to, and he was filled with disgust once again. You never showed yourself, but you'd left him something to eat anyway. Even though he had been a world class fool. 

He watched as the other version of himself noticed the food you'd left for him, and for a moment, he could see the sadness spread across his own face. He'd been so alone for so long, and it only got worse until you changed everything. 

While he was eating, Loki was able to sneak out without being seen. The only problem now was finding somewhere else to go. There wasn't a lot of unoccupied space on the helicarrier. 

~~~

There was a reason everyone tiptoed around the subject of the New York invasion when you were around. 

You were suspended from work for months after the invasion because the entire team believed you'd been brainwashed. Loki's offhand comment to Fury had set the dominoes in motion. 

Thankfully, you were allowed to stay at the tower. Otherwise, you'd have been out on the street. 

When Loki came back from Asgard to “repay his debt to humanity,” and he found out about your suspension, he asked for an audience with Fury. His flippant comment about you bringing him sustenance had gotten you suspended, and he couldn't live with himself. 

You remembered the day he caught you in the hallway outside your room to apologize for the way he had behaved when he was in Fury’s cage. His fingertips grazed your arm, and you felt like you had taken five shots of espresso in quick succession. Your heart beat so loudly, he heard it. 

“I frightened you. I'm —I'm sorry.”

You grabbed his hand before he could leave. 

“No. That's…. Um… That's not it at all. I–”

You couldn't finish. He was gazing at you so intently, his green eyes fixed on your face. And they were so beautiful, you couldn't stop staring. 

He squeezed your hand, and you realized you were still gripping his very tightly. 

��Oh I'm sorry. I'll let you go now.”

He smiled softly. 

“I would rather you not.”

You blinked, pulled from your memory and back to this reality without your Loki.

“I'm going to find him,” You declared, snatching the cloak from Hulk and running from the office. 

This time, you would fight to stay with him. This time, you weren't letting go. 

Instead of lying on your bed, you decided to go to Loki's other favorite place- his private library. The two of you had spent countless hours there- him, reading aloud to you while you braided his hair. You, straddling his lap as he buried himself inside you, groaning your name like a prayer. 

A tear made its way down your cheek as you slipped the hood over your head and closed your eyes.

“Loki, I–”

“Y/N–” 

Your eyes were still closed, but you felt his arms around you.

“I need you,” You whispered, opening your eyes. 

Loki gently pressed his finger to your lips, and you suddenly realized where you were- when you were. 

Your eyes widened and you pointed toward the door of the tiny armor closet where Loki had been hiding. 

“We have to get out of here. Hulk is going to come through here at any moment and destroy this entire side of the helicarrier!” 

You remembered because you'd almost gotten killed when he had blown through there. 

“We can't. We'll run into…us,” Loki breathed. 

“What do we do?” You asked frantically.

Loki didn't answer. He pulled you flush with his body and kissed you so deeply, you no longer cared about leaving the area. 

Your hands desperately pulled at each other's clothing as you both lost your breath. 

“We shouldn't be doing this here,” Loki growled, setting your nerve endings on fire. 

“Oh fuck…yes we should, Laufeyson,” You gasped as he pulled your pants down and pressed his palm against your sex. 

“Just –ah…don't touch…the hood of your cloak-” You stuttered, “I think…oh God —I think that's what sent me back last time.” 

His fingers slipped inside you as he pressed bruising kisses down your throat.

You whimpered, trying not to moan loudly. Loki's teeth grazed your collarbone, and you bucked your hips, pushing yourself against his hand. 

“Please, Loki –” You begged, moving to unbutton his pants. You were standing on a precipice just waiting to fall, and all you needed was him. You took his hard length in your hand as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you, and the strangled groan that escaped him aroused you even more. 

Loki gently withdrew his fingers before lifting you by your waist and pressing your back against the only uncovered wall in the tiny closet. His mouth landed on yours once more as he positioned himself between your legs.

“I wanted you even when you were in that cage,” You whispered, watching Loki's face to see his reaction to your confession.

“Is that so?” He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. 

“Perhaps I should tell him. Maybe he will act sooner than I did.”

You wiggled your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock, eliciting an obscene groan from him.

“Fuck darling…”

Your head fell back as he slowly pushed inside you, allowing time for you to feel every inch of him as he invaded your eager body. 

“Loki –” You gasped as he hit bottom and rocked his hips, stretching you and making you want to scream for more.

His slow, strong thrusts pinned you against the wall as his talented mouth roamed down your throat, marking you with deep purple bruises. 

“I–need–you,” he growled, his heavy cock hitting your sweet spot as his thrusts grew faster and harder. 

The tension in your belly grew as you listened to his soft, but desperate moans, and you reached up to tangle your hands in his messy hair. 

“K-kiss me, my love,” You whispered, tugging his hair so his head fell back. His eyes were dark with lust, and his lips were still wet from claiming you as his own. 

As soon as you felt his gentle kiss, tasted your own skin on his lips, you spiraled completely out of control. 

Gasping into his mouth, you bucked your hips as your orgasm consumed you like a wildfire. You felt Loki's hands grip your body tighter, his breath come in quick gasps just before he emptied inside you. 

“Loki…take me with you. I can't live without you anymore,” You whispered, knowing that was not possible.

For a moment, Loki didn't move. He wanted to stay there with you in his arms for as long as he could. But he knew what he had to do.

“I love you so much, y/n. You know we can't stay here.”

His voice sounded strangled, and your heart ached because you knew that if you looked into his eyes you would see how much this hurt him. 

“I know. Please…can't we just…hide for a little while? I need you, Loki. I love you. I can't even breathe without you.”

You peeked at his face through the opening of the hood, but he turned his head at the same moment. 

“Darling –I hear someone coming. You must go now. I swear to you, I will find my way home.”

Loki's expression was full of fear, but it wasn't for himself. It was for you. 

“No. I'm not leaving you! What if—”

The last thing you saw was Loki's hands moving toward the hood. A moment later, you were back in Loki's private library at Stark Tower. 

“Loki, no! Take me back, dammit! TAKE ME BACK!”

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insane

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I blame all of you for making me look this up, but I'm glad I did...🥵

Overall strength hmm? So what you're saying is...he really could hold you up against a wall while he used those fingers to reach...places.

I had to include the gloves. Those gloves do things to me. 😅

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Good morning my lovely, talented Wonderwoman.

Have some back dimples.

🤭🤭

I see you're in a fighting mood today, my love.

I see your back dimples (🤯🥵🥴 back dimples😫🥲🤤) and raise you...a happy trail...

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It’s been a hot day here in the southern hemisphere of Midgard, so humid and sticky (and not the good kind). Could you tempt Jotunn Loki to cool things down (and maybe heat things up in a good way)?? 🥵😍

I hope its still hot today 🔥 I'm in a very wanky wankst mood this week I'm sorry.

Cooldown Jotun Loki x Reader Smutty - w/c 300

"Please let me suck it..." you whined, as Loki spread his thighs wider. You ran your palms up the naked blue muscles, every bulge in his jotunn enhanced femurs straining shades of cerulean as you shuffled closer. Hoping.

"Absolutely not." he gasped, his grip tightening around the gargantuan shaft. One hand stroked in devastating precision, the other grasped around a shimmering cube as he threw his head back, dark curls spread over tensed shoulders.

"You would be sealed to me in seconds-" he choked, making you whimper. You trailed your nose up his inner thigh, the biting chill making it tingle. "Is..is what you w-wish? To be inescapably, p-painfully, irrevocably...gods..fastened to my c-cock-"

You nodded coyly against his skin, fighting the chill. You knew he was right but fuck, right now you'd risk it.

"Maybe another...uhhh f-fuck..time... " he chuckled with difficulty, wide sapphire hips tilting upwards with every thrust as you hovered by the shuddering tip.

Loki's huge fist was merciless, his brow furrowing in desperate pleasure as you parted your lips. "Let's cool you dow- down, shall we?" he grunted through shortening breaths, low moans rumbling in his core as he edged himself across the final precipice.

Your tongue meekly lapped the tip of his cobalt shaft, feeling the saliva harden instantly against the frozen skin. You pulled it away with a wince. Loki released an animalistic groan at the sight, shuddering forwards with a clenched cry of your name.

The cool seed spattered your cheeks, flooding your tongue with force. You stilled, letting it drip from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your chest. There was always so much. Like soft sorbet on summer's hottest day. And he was always so obliging, such a benevolent god to his fragile mortal and her petty needs.

Your fingers traced the streams of his cum, rubbing swathes of the chilled liquid into your breasts with a moan of satisfaction. The relief would last for hours. Loki gaped, his stare smouldering through half lidded eyes.

"I will never tire of cooling you down, pet." he panted slowly, skin blossoming back to its paler form as he released his grip from the cube.

"Good thing you always make me so hot then..." you purred, rising and crawling into your god's wide lap. Loki groaned again.

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I'm sorry but the size of this man's hands should be illegal. Think of all the places they could reach. How he could easily wrap them around my entire neck. Oh jeez. 🤔 🤤

I'm dying becuase I never reblog sexual anything involving Tom or Loki on my blog, but I am a completly unapologetic whore in your inbox!🤣🤣

Again with the hands. Will the beautiful torture never cease.

Thank you thank you thank you, my inbox is always open for this, come one come all to LGGs inbox of slutty wares. Spread wide for all to see

It's the fingers and the knuckles for me today? And they look so dexterous. Like they could curve like 1990s barbies legs. Pretty much the same length too.

Visual aid 1.1

Firm yet pliant. I don't want to get too graphic but I'm fairly certain he could massage my cervix with those tips and I would melt into a gelatinous blob within seconds.

Anyway, good morning to you too. And happy Friday. Frigga's day!🎉🎉

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Chapter 4

Previous chapter

Warnings: NSFW, Actual Smut (YAY!), mentions of IW/Endgame deaths, mild angst, MINORS DNI

Thor stayed behind to speak with Hulk after you left his office. He’d found it strange that the professor had asked him to speak with Tony, and Thor wondered if the professor was overworking himself. 

“I can't speak with Stark–” He muttered, completely confused by the Professor’s demand.

Hulk stared at him for a moment, then gave Thor a slap on the back. 

“See, this is what you two sound like. Like you actually believe Loki is out there somewhere and we both know that he's dead.”

He gestured vaguely toward the door.

“And you're getting her hopes up. You saw him die.”

Thor squeezed his hands into fists, suddenly incredibly angry.

“So you told me to speak with Stark so you could have the moral high ground? Or did you want me to feel like a fool? Did you think I would go try to find Tony because I'm so dense, I forgot that he's gone?”

Professor Hulk shook his head. 

“No, no. I wanted to show you how ridiculous it is to continue this charade as if everything is going to be alright. As if they're all just going to pop back up- Hey! We weren't dead after all!” 

Thor slammed his fist down on the table in front of him. 

“It's not a charade! And this is Loki we're talking about. The most powerful sorcerer in the Nine Realms! Yes, it's impossible that Tony or Natasha might show up, but nothing is impossible for Loki. Now–”

Professor Hulk cut him off. 

“Don't you dare mention her like that again. She made a sacrifice–”

“So did my brother! Now, if you'll excuse me–”

Thor stomped out, still bristling with anger. He'd seen the way the professor flinched when he mentioned Natasha, so he thought he knew what the whole thing had actually been about, but that didn't give him the right to be so cruel. 

“He's dead, Thor! You know it and I know it. You need to make her wake up!”

Thor growled as Hulk’s voice rang out behind him, but he kept going. He wasn't prepared to fight his friend today.

~~~

Loki still wasn't sure how he was able to visit you if his body was in Sakaar, several realms away. But as he lay there contemplating it, he realized that the feeling he got from it was much like the feeling of traveling with the Tesseract. Although he didn't have the glowing blue cube anymore, he still felt as though he could pull it from his pocket at any moment. 

Impossible. 

Still, he was certain the infinity stone held more power than even he understood. Was it possible that it had transferred some of that power to him? Or had he absorbed it when he'd held it in his hand? If that were the case, why couldn't he simply disappear and reappear wherever he wished to go? And how long had he held this power? There had been very little time for him to discover the new abilities since his unfavorable time in New York. His powers had been stripped from him inside the dungeons, so he couldn't have used them there anyway. And after that, he'd had no cause to go galavanting about the universe. That is, until he needed to see you.

“How long do you think you could hold out in the arena? Two minutes?” Grandmaster taunted Loki as he paced around the cage. 

Loki was weighing his options as he sat there desperately trying to ignore the other man's jabs. Originally, he'd thought he was floating through nothingness because his magic was too weak to help him land safely in one realm. However after several successful visits to your chambers, Loki had realized that he was using his magic to stay outside of the Nine Realms. With that in mind, Loki knew he could attack Grandmaster at any moment, but he had to remain patient. He didn't want to waste the opportunity to escape. Loki was capable of causing massive damage, but he had seen what Grandmaster was capable of when he was angry, and Loki didn't want to push his limits without an escape plan. 

“I'd last quite a bit longer than you would,” Loki growled, unable to stop himself. 

“Why don't you just tell me what this is really about,” Loki suggested, “You have more money than you know what to do with, so don't try to say it's about the ship. I know better.”

Grandmaster didn't answer his question. Instead, he laughed maniacally. 

“If you truly believe you could best me in the arena, why don't we find out how you fare against my new champion?”

Loki shook his head. “Not without the promise that when I win, I am allowed to leave.”

“Well, we both know what will happen if you don’t win.”

~~~

You spent much of the day trying not to think about what might be happening to your beloved. There was no one at the tower that you felt close enough to confide in, so you couldn’t talk to anyone about your fears. And you didn’t want to put any extra stress on Thor. 

When you thought back to the previous evening, you began to wonder what Thor and Hulk had been talking about. Hulk had told Thor to speak with Tony about the ship, but Tony was gone. You wondered if he had some sort of AI that had replaced him. The thought amused you because you knew that Loki would hate it. 

“Darling-” 

You turned to look behind you, and suddenly felt Loki’s arms around you; enveloping you, pulling you toward him and molding your body against his. 

“Loki–” You breathed, looking up at his face and smiling when you could see it clearly. 

Loki’s eyes glowed under the black hood as he cupped your cheek with his palm. You’d almost forgotten how breathtakingly beautiful he was. Almost. It was as if your brain couldn’t quite take an accurate mental image because he was just so…ethereal. 

“I miss you s–” You were cut off as his mouth landed on yours. His kiss was hard and demanding, almost desperate, and you lost your breath. His strong hands gripped your waist and slid up your back. One hand tangled in your hair as the other pulled you even tighter against him. 

“Y/N, I need you. I can’t live another moment–”

“Take me, then,” You whispered, shivering with anticipation. 

Loki gently pulled your thin t-shirt over your head, tickling your ribs with his fingertips as he went. Tossing it to the floor, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down and quickly making his way back to your taut nipples. His thumbs traced circles around them as his own clothing disappeared. Pulling you closer, he slipped his hand down your back and knelt down between your legs. One hand nudged your thighs apart while the other snaked around your leg, teasing your entrance from behind. 

“Loki–” You gasped from the contact. You hadn’t even touched yourself since he’d been gone, and his touch was so much more arousing than your own. 

Loki pressed a soft kiss to your pussy before allowing his tongue to dive between your folds. His growl of pleasure almost sent you over the edge immediately, but you suspected the tiny teasing strokes he was using with his tongue were designed to prevent you from losing it too soon. 

You bucked your hips, thrusting your pussy into his mouth as his tongue dove deeper between your folds and his fingers slipped deep inside you. 

“Oh God Loki –” You cried out as his fingers found your sweet spot. 

Loki only broke contact with you for a few seconds as he swiftly lifted you into his arms and tossed you onto your back on the edge of the bed. 

“I want to feel you cum while I'm buried deep inside you, my love,” Loki whispered, pressing his forehead to yours and settling between your legs.

“I need to feel you…to know I'm not dreaming,” he murmured, almost as an afterthought. 

Loki’s form was completely solid this time. He no longer appeared shimmery or translucent. You could feel every soft touch, every kiss on your bare skin. And you could feel every inch of him sinking into you, making you whimper with need. 

“Dear gods darling…” Loki groaned as you raised your hips to meet him, forcing him deeper into you. 

Loki wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you toward him as he thrust into you. You had missed his touch so much, tears ran down your cheeks. Loki kissed you tenderly, adoringly as you both found your release within just a few moments. 

It wasn't your usual mischievous, sometimes hours-long romp, but it was the most desperate, soul baring lovemaking you'd ever experienced. 

Loki laced his fingers with yours and softly kissed your face.

“I will get home to you. I promise.”

You couldn't speak over the lump in your throat, so you simply nodded. He would come home. You wouldn't rest until he did. 

~~~

A few hours later, a very angry Thor stormed through your door.

“We're on our own. No one believes us. Everyone thinks I'm making this up just to avoid the truth.”

Thor looked down at you and grimaced.

“Do you think we're both losing our minds? Hulk thinks we're both grieving so hard that we can't face reality. But he forgets that I'm not human. No offense,” He added. 

“I've seen countless wars, watched my mother die…I–” 

He stopped, then looked up as if searching his mind for something. 

“I saw her too. When we went back in time. Maybe she wasn't real either…”

“Even Bucky thinks I'm slipping into madness. And I thought he would at least hear me out. With what happened to Steve, he should believe almost anything!”

You listened to Thor for a few minutes, but nothing he said could change your mind about Loki. Especially after his latest visit. 

“Thor, we're not crazy.”

You walked over to your bed where you'd been wrapped up in Loki's black cloak ever since he had left it there for you. Picking it up lovingly, you held it out to show Thor. 

“I assume you recognize this.”

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𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

“I always love comfort fics, specifically an overly worried Loki taking care of a sick or injured YN“ request by lovely @lokiprompts ღ

warnings: injured / sick reader, very lightly implied smut - nothing graphic

“May I have another one of those?“ Loki peeked over Steve’s shoulder, scanning the grand white tray for his secret girlfriend’s favorite pastry. 

“Since when has your taste of Midgardian delicacies evolved into something exquisite, brother?“ Thor snickered from the side, the loose fabric of his sweater almost dipping in Wanda’s hot chocolate as he reached for the pop tarts. 

The witch scoffed huffily, nudging his arm to the side with a jolt of her scarlet magic. “If you dare vitiating my treat, Thor“ Wanda threatened before her half alive, half robot watch dog Vision calmed her down again. 

“Psst“ Nat drew Loki’s attention from the side as he finished rolling his eyes in a form of tedious disbelief he could only find here amongst the Avengers. 

A wordlessly challenging eyebrow rose, emeralds shooting up to meet the Black Widow’s amused glance. Internally, the god pleaded for her not to deliver another childish comment Loki was well fed up with. However, the stake was high.

“Is that for you know who, huh?“ She chirped smugly, the sweet tone of having uncovered a secret dripping from her whisper.

Loki sucked his lower lip in before releasing it with a subtle pop. You were his biggest treasure, the newest and brightest star on his night sky. Never would the god want his so called colleagues to let any comments slip now that you were still weak and needed to rest.

“It is indeed. But I swear to the Allfather, if you tell someone, I shan’t -“

“Loki, relax. I won’t“ she chuckled quietly, patting his shoulder when he sighed in relief, ready to return to his apartment. To the bed you were waiting in. A meek smile made it’s way on the god’s lips who treasured your well-being unlike anything else.

The pastry would surely elevate your mood, he mused to himself, happy with the outcome of today’s food delivery every Avenger was keen on.

“Loki?“ You called out, your voice heavy with boredom and the pushing wish to just end the prescribed bed rest ahead of schedule. But the proudly smiling god who entered your bedroom with his pearl white teeth exposed by a broad grin made up for it. 

And good.

“How are we feeling, my little Norn?“ He purred, slowly pulling his right arm from behind the door frame and revealing a rose plate with your favorite pastry. Naturally, a smile curled your lips but firstly, it wasn’t the small deliciously smelling treat that drew your attention. 

Loki’s thin sweater got pulled up by the doorframe, revealing his veiny forearms with all those happily flexing muscles proudly holding the plate. Those defined ridges wandered swiftly across his alabaster skin, bending and bobbing with the godly force that lied underneath. Your eyes were spellbound, following the sinful traces all the way up to where they unfortunately disappeared under green fabric.

“Darling? I must apologize, I wrongly assumed this was your favorite kind of Midgardian biscuit“ Loki’s baritone dropped in a hue of disappointment, his teeth bit the oh so velvety lower lip in an adorable embarrassment.

“No, please. It’s my favorite. Thank you so much Lokes“ you reassured him after getting a sought-after grip again. Drooling over this man was your full time job but he didn’t need to know everything, did he?

Satisfied, the tall man pushed his athletic torso off the wall to swagger closer to the bed he had damned you to spend at least half the prescribed amount of time in. God, he could never live with the thought of you, his precious Norn, not recovering. 

The mattress gave way to his heavy body sitting down next to you.

“Closer“ you whined, grabbing his sweater and tugging impatiently, crazy for the feeling of having your ethereal boyfriend hither. Of course, he obeyed with a low chuckle, the duvet sizzling under his shifting and writhing form.

The delicious scent of fresh pastry began to mingle with Loki’s; a perfectly harmonized combination of foggy conifer forests, a hue of leather and the sugary note of cassis. His favorite tea since he started tasting it on your wet lips. 

“Now, how is my little Norn doing?“ He asked once again, trying to stay serious while his smirk grew broader and broader from watching you basically inhaling the pastry. 

“Much better now that you’re back“ you murmured in between hasty chewing. 

But your movements stopped when you felt Loki’s dexterous pointer brushing down your arm and lovingly circling every few centimeters. Physical touch was Loki’s way of love as you now knew and marinated in every second you could feel his body close to yours. 

“Y/n, I am courting you. Please tell me the truth, abstain from this sugary dainty. Can you do that for me, love?“ 

Sighing you surrendered, giving up the fork only for Loki to take it and start to feed you, thus allowing you to lay back again and snuggle up against his hard chest. This was home and you truly had no reason to gloss over your real feelings. The raven haired god whose breathing was so soothingly steady would never judge you. Never.

“It’s a bit better today, honestly“ you began, your core clenching at his approving, deep hum. “Nonetheless, I’m still rather weak so getting out of the bed is, whether my ego likes it or not, a bad idea“ you pouted yet smiling to yourself when Loki’s other hand, just as big as your head, cradled it from on top, toying with a few strands of your hair.

“I will do anything in my might to make this more pleasing for you, darling. Just tell me what you need and I shall make it happen“.

“Stay here. Don’t go“ your voice quietly pleaded, almost too lost in the heavenly feeling of this man’s affection. 

A giggle rumbling though his muscular chest shook your head, making you feign playful protest and pinching his side. Laughing even more he made the plate disappear with a green flash of seidr before carefully pinning your wrists above your head and rolling you over on your back.

There was a magical dominance in his never ending fondness that was quick to infiltrate your thoughts with ideas on how to bide your time with Loki in bed…

“Ah, Ah!“ He chided, booping the tip of your nose with his own. A unique shimmer bloomed in those emerald eyes, curled up to accompany the smile of his lips. “No love making until I am sure you’re well, darling“.

“That’s totally outrageo- ouch“ your brave complaint ended in a whine as your sore body began to ache again. Scrunching your nose and digging your nails in his back you did nothing but waited until the sting subsided.

“Shhh… I’m right here“ Loki’s soft whisper against your ear was like a healing balm, luring your muscles to relax and eventually give you a break. The handsome god knelt between your slightly parted legs, elbows resting on the bed, left and right to your body. A careful posture to avoid hurting you however, so much more than that.

Protecting you like a godly shield.

“Tha- thank you Loki“.

“How does laying in my arm while I read the Asgardian novel sound to my little vixen?“ Loki cooed, peppering a hundred small kisses all over your face until the perfect smile he adored so much returned.

To him your beauty was unmatched. Something entirely rare the god had never seen before, not in any realm nor in any other creature.

Nodding with eyes still shut, you let him position you to rest your head on his tight abs, his left arm placed on your back as if holding you close, occasionally stroking. Loki had told you about Valhalla once. You were sure this was the closest someone had ever been. 

“Det var en gang…“

translation - once upon a time...

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Appropriate - Chapter 7

"Bubbles"

Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com/Comfort vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.

Chapter Summary: Loki makes a new ally...and he learns to do the laundry, with interesting results.

Words. 8.7k I could have broken this one up, but I didn't want to. You're welcome.

Warnings: Angst. Jealousy. Crying. Mentions of childhood trauma.

Song to listen to while reading: It's a Shame

AN: I am opening up my tag list again, but if you are not interacting/reblogging, you will be removed. If you would like to be added, please let me know!

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            The library felt even more empty now that you had left, leaving Loki standing in front of the doorway with a stretched-out arm beckoning you back. For a moment, Loki debated chasing after you, to say what he didn’t know, but he wanted to make things right. Yet, his feet stayed put. The events of the day had his mind reeling and questioning every interaction he had with you.

            Loki dragged his sullen form back to the couch, plopping himself down on the overly plush cushions, where just moments ago he was blissfully watching you sleep. Leaning back, he turned his head to the spot next to him and gently, he reached out and caressed the fabric. The heat of your body still lingered there, making him sigh. He turned his gaze back to the ceiling above him.

            “Norns, can you do anything right?” He asked himself. For the first time in a long time, Loki wanted to care for another person for unselfish reasons. He simply wanted you to rest. To not have to carry the many of burdens that seemed to be weighing on your shoulders, day in and day out. The mere suggestion of taking a break had you breaking down in front of him with an emotion he often saw within his own mirror reflection.

            Did you think that you were not deserving of rest? Loki’s long, elegant finger rubbed against his lower lip as the thought wreaked havoc on his mind. How? Someone like you shouldn’t worry about feeling deserving, or worthy. No, that should only be a problem belonging to monsters like him. What could make you feel this way?

            The only possibly answer the god could come up with is some unknown variable that he had yet to discover. Some sort of harm to your precious heart, that had Loki clenching his fists.

            The once posh prince, one who was used to never having to ask for anything, suddenly had to ask for everything. When it came to material things, he had nothing. When it came to his powers, he had less than nothing. But there was one thing that remained, one thing that remained unstolen.

            His mind.

            And now he was determined to use it to do whatever he could, so you would know that you were deserving of all the good things the Nine had to offer. A small smile crept on Loki’s lips. Quickly, he stood and left the library and back to his apartment to make plans.

            Plans that seemed to be assisted by the grace of the Norns, because his first opportunity quickly presented itself the very next morning. It all started when he first woke up to the loud tapping of rain against his bedroom window. Slowly, he sat up, letting the scratchy comforter slide off his bare chest as he stared at the rain drops rolling down the glass. And just like most mornings since meeting you, his thoughts immediately went to you.

            Were you traveling safely? Were you warm and dry? The questions made him frown and worry enough to drag himself out of bed and into the lion’s den otherwise called the Stark Tower lobby.

            Every time he came down to the lobby with you, he would feel all the eyes that followed him. Some would watch with terror, others disgust. He felt them all and it made his skin crawl. If it wasn’t for your presence, he would have immediately retreated to his room each time he stepped into that hellscape. Back to a place without judgement, and only understanding. Back to a place where he wouldn’t have to explain his mind control and torture by the Titan, just to get the stares to stop. But, even then, the stares often turned into looks of pity.

            But Loki wanted to see you. He wanted to make sure you were alright, especially with how you left yesterday. So, with the emotional armor of a good book in his hand, he perched himself on the bench closest to the door that led to the parking garage connected to the tower. During, the very early morning hours, there were only a few staff that lingered about the lobby and much to his surprise, they hardly paid him any attention. Some guards and secretaries’ eyes would periodically wander over to him, mostly with looks of confusion, before carrying on.

            To everyone else, it looked like the stoic god was enjoying his book, but really his eyes stayed trained on the door that remained uncharacteristically closed. Looking around the lobby, Loki noticed it wasn’t as busy as it usually was most mornings when he came down here with you. If anything, people were filing in very slowly through the front door. One by one, Stark employees and guests alike were scrutinized by security. Each person was wanded for weapons and had to present valid ID before even entering the building.

            Strange, Loki thought. It was enough to make him stand from his place on the bench and peer out the long line of windows that made the front wall of the tower. The sidewalk outside of the building was lined with people waiting to gain entrance, and every single person was soaked. Including you.

            There you stood, amongst the other shivering wet people, with your hair matted down to your face and periodically furiously swiping at the rain that blurred your vision. You stood out like a sore thumb with your obnoxiously bright yellow coat. Why don’t you have an umbrella? Even though there was a great distance between you and the front door, Loki could still see your body tremble from the chill of the rain. It was enough to make Loki beeline to the reception desk in the center of the lobby.

            “What is taking so long?! The people outside are freezing!” He snapped at the unsuspecting secretary. The secretary, who Loki discovered was named Kimberly from the nametag attached to her chest, at first looked terrified at the god who towered above her, years of pompous entitlement burning in his eyes. Maybe it was the midday hump, or the sad empty cup of coffee that sat on her desk that made the ‘just a few more years until I can retire from this hell hole’ admin steel her gaze and face a god with no fear. The screaming of ringing phones amplifying her customer service battle cry.

            “Excuse me, Sir” she spat back with just as much venom as he gave to her, “But due to a high security event at the tower, everyone must be thoroughly checked for safety measures. The security staff are managing it as fast as they can.”

            It was then that Loki spied the umbrella behind Kimberly’s desk. A smile grew on Loki’s face, along with a scheme.

            “Apologies, Lady…” Loki purred, making a show of leaning forward to peek at her nametag, even though he noticed it already, “Lady Kimberly, but it seems we got on the wrong foot. Might I borrow that umbre-“

            “No.” Kimberly quickly cut off his much politer request and picked up one the many screeching phone lines, blatantly ignoring him.

            “Hello – Annie, Hi, sweetie.” The older woman let out a sigh of relief as Loki still hovered by her desk, keeping his eye on you who still stood in the line that had slowed down to a barely moving crawl. Loki looked back to the umbrella. It would be easy to steal, but with these damn dampeners, how would he get it to you?

            “Yes, they have me doing this ridiculous digitizing project too. Stark has a nano suit, but he still wants us to scan all these old files manually?” Loki could hear the distain dripping in her voice about the project.

            “It’s a power trip, I tell you. It will take hours, HOURS to do this. If he expects me to stay late to finish this, I swear. I have BINGO tonight!”

            Ding.

            Loki’s large hand gingerly tapped the call bell that sat on top of Kimberly’s desk. She immediately paused and gave him a look that made him flinch.

            “Hold on, Annie,” She cupped the phone with her hand, “Yes?” Her tone was clear. She loathed project that was forced upon her, but at this moment, she loathed Loki more.

            “I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I have a proposition for you, Lady Kimberly,” Immediately, her eyes rolled as Loki spoke, but he carried on with his bargain. The sight of you shivering driving him through the receptionist’s icy stare. “This task…this digitizing project. It sounds tedious and dull, something far below someone of your caliber.”

            The honey he laid was thick, and the slight uptick of Kimberly’s lip boosted his confidence. “I propose that I take on this task for you, freeing you for….” Loki flashed her a tight lip smile, “Bingo.”

            Kimberly grinned, now placing the phone in the crook of her neck, so she could place her chin in her free hand, “And what do you get from this exchange?”

            Loki looked past her and pointed at the umbrella that sat propped up against her desk, “To merely borrow that umbrella.”

            The wrinkles on her forehead deepened as confusion swept across her face, “And why on earth would you need an umbrella? You can’t even leave the building.”

            Her bluntness made Loki wince. She had a point. Even his quick-witted mind couldn’t come up with an explanation, except for the truth.

            He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the tall desk in front of him, and got closer to Kimberly. The action normally would have people pulling back in fear, but not Kimberly. Oh no, she was another kind of beast. Someone who worked her whole life in customer service and what little remained of her soul, didn’t scare so easily. But Loki didn’t want to scare her, merely whisper one of his greatest secrets to this old, Midgardian woman who looked like she wanted him dead.

            With his heart hammering in his chest, he pointed to your trembling body that was still nowhere near the front of the line. Your arms were wrapped tightly around your body for warmth, but your chattering teeth showed that it was in vain, “The woman in the yellow coat. I wish for her to have it.”

            He looked back to Kimberly, who was now watching him intently. There were so many emotions swimming in Loki’s eyes that told his greatest truth and secret; he cared for you.

            “And if we could bring her to the front of the line and out of the cold…” Kimberly held her palm up, effectively stopping Loki’s request. The god frowned, already feeling defeated. Ever since coming to the Tower, Loki had felt nothing but helpless. He had no possessions. No powers. No connection to the outside world.

            A once powerful God brought to his knees, begging for an umbrella.

            “You are quite lucky that I adore Y/N. She is likely one of the kindness, sweetest people to ever exist on this planet.”

            Loki’s expression softened, a grateful smile spreading across his features, “She is.” And he believed that, more than anything. Kimberly reflected a smile right back at him, but hers was more knowing.

            “And frankly, the office drama lately is quite boring, and I am a sucker for a good romance.” She winked at him, and Loki blanched.

            “I – uh, I don’t know what – I mean,” He stammered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck under his long, black curls.

            Loki’s rambling stopped immediately after Kimberly patted his other hand that still laid on his desk. The tender gesture brought a sense of calm to the god, and in Kimberly’s eyes, he saw years of wisdom and compassion that reminded him of his own mother. In his thousand years of life, Loki made it his business to learn about people, their motives, to the point where he could understand someone quickly, even after just meeting them. And what he knew was that Kimberly was someone he could trust.

            “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. I can’t move her up the line, but I can give you the umbrella. In exchange, you will help me with my project.” She pointed his finger at him, for emphasis, “And you will help my friend, Annie, down in the labs too.”

            “Of course.” Loki agreed immediately. Never would he thought that he would trade labor for something as trivial as an umbrella, but every time he stole a glance at you, he knew it would be worth it. Frankly, you looked like a drowned rat, and every moment that passed by, Loki became more convinced that the chill of the rain would quite literally, freeze you to your bones.

            With yet another wink, Kimberly said goodbye to Annie on the phone, and hung up the phone to scoop up the umbrella. She left her desk and walked to the front door, leaning up and whispering in the ear of one of the security guards. The guard let her through the door, and she immediately popped open the umbrella. Kimberly made her way down the long line of people who clung to the side of the building in search for some sort of reprieve from the onslaught of chilled rain. Person after person, she passed by until she finally reached you and your sunny, yellow coat.

            Loki watched on from the lobby, unaware of the conversation happening between you and Kimberly. There were smiles and laughs exchanged, and Kimberly handed you the umbrella. You were quick to get under, but you were also quick to pull Kimberly under with you. The gesture made him smile. Of course, you would.

            But then Kimberly was pointing at him. His eyes went wide, and he looked around him to verify that the receptionist was actually singling him out. The withered, old hag has betrayed me…Then, when your eyes met his, all he could do is gulp, and sheepishly wave at you with a tight, awkward smile. You gave him a little wave back, a soft smile gracing your beautiful face, and his heart all but exploded in his chest at the small gesture.

            A few moments later, Kimberly was back at her desk. The screaming phones remained unanswered, as she remained unbothered.

            Loki was quick to lean over the side of the desk, as soon as she sat down, “I thought we had a deal?! Why would you tell her about my affections?!” He whispered screamed at her. More and more people piled into the lobby, and eventually, you would be too, and Loki would have to explain his token.

            Kimberly smirked at him, “Well, well, you do got it bad.” She laughed a little, and Loki glared at her, “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her  about your affections” She waved her hands about, and her tone told Loki that she was teasing, but his deadly stare didn’t alleviate.

            “I just laid some groundwork for you.” Her grin widened, “You’re welcome by the way.”

            “Thank you,” Loki sneered. Even though the scowl didn’t leave his face, Kimberly’s expression softened as she leaned closer to him. 

            “Be good to her. She has been alone for far too long, and she deserves happiness.”

            Every bit morsel of frustration, annoyance, and anger left his body was instantly replaced with confusion. It was clear that this woman knew who he was, the villain who tried to take over her home, yet she was helping him win your heart? Surely, she wouldn’t think someone as pure as you, should be with someone as monstrous as him. The question was leaving his mouth, before he even had time to truly process it.

            “I know that sometimes things aren’t always as they seem. There are more to our stories than what we choose to tell people and that umbrella….” Kimberly peeked over her shoulder to the front entrance, where you stood, drenched, while being processed by security, “That umbrella is very telling. Now, look alive, Prince Charming!”

            “Hi, Kimberly. Hi, Loki!” You chirped, suddenly at the desk and at Loki’s side, making him jump. He looked down at you, taking you in now that you were finally up close. The umbrella was closed and held tightly in your hand, and every bit of you was thoroughly soaked. What little makeup you wore, was running around your eyes. Every strand of your hair was matted to your head. There was still a slight tremble to your body from the cold that remained in your bones. But the worst of it, the part that Loki tried his hardest to ignore, was how the normally modest fabric of your office wear was clinging mercilessly to every curve of your body. The hardened peaks of your nipples and lines of your lacy bra showed through your drenched shirt, leaving little to the imagination.

            All Loki wanted to do was sweep you in his arms, warming you in his embrace. He would steal you away to his room, and strip you of your wet, cold clothes. To warm you, of course. But soon his arms would find their way around you again as he held you close. With your breasts pushed against his chest, he would tenderly wipe away the remaining makeup that the rain hadn’t washed away. You never needed it, anyways.

            “Hello, earth to Loki!” You giggled, waving your hands in front of the daydreaming god, effectively snapping him out of his fantasy.

            “Apologies.” Loki shoved his hands in his dress slack pockets to stifle his nervous fidgets, “I am glad you are finally out of the rain. Hopefully you weren’t waiting for too long.”

            You groaned and rolled your eyes in exasperation. Norns, you were adorable.

            “I was waiting for almost an hour! I get here, park, and they won’t let me in, so I have to go around the front and wait.” You puffed out a breath of air, as you tempered your annoyance, “But it’s fine, really.” The shiver that wracked your body told Loki that it, in fact, was not fine.

            “But then I was given this umbrella,” You held up the umbrella like a prized trophy, “Thanks to you, Loki.”

            The blush that swept across Loki’s sharp cheek bones was instantaneous. Suddenly, his shoes became very interesting as he tried to look everywhere, but your sweet face.

            “It’s nothing, truly. It isn’t even mine.”

            As soon as he felt your hand on his bicep, his eyes snapped back up to yours. The gentle caress of your thumb against his muscle was starting to become familiar; a comforting gesture that he craved.

            “Regardless, you were kind and thoughtful of my wellbeing. That isn’t anything to downplay. I…I sincerely appreciate it.”  Your hand remained on his arm, both of you lost in each other’s eyes.

            Kimberly cleared her throat, and both you and Loki stepped away from each other now that your bubble had burst.

            “So, sorry, Kimberly. Here’s your umbrella. Thanks to you, too.” You offered it back to her and she took it, smiling ear to ear that made you quirk your eyebrow in confusion. Silently, Kimberly’s eyes flitted back to Loki, then back at you, before they widened. Loki noticed the exchange right away and immediately stepped in front of your line of sight.

            “Lady Y/N, do you have a change of clothes? I would hate for you to become ill from the cold.” Loki looked expectantly down at you, and the puddle that formed underneath your dripping clothes. Even though the view of your clinging clothes was delicious, the god was becoming more and more worried by the minute.

            And when another chill swept through you, making you violently tremble, you relented. But not after you rolled your eyes, which make Loki’s lips twitch in amusement.

            “Yes, I have something in my office….” You turned to leave, but you hesitated and looked back up at Loki again, “Will you tag along? I would like to talk to you.”

            Loki nodded a little too excitedly, but at this point he couldn’t care less, “Of course.”

            With a final wave to Kimberly, you turned and headed towards the elevators that would take you to your office. Loki was quick to follow you, but before he left, he turned to his new ally and mouthed a true ‘thank you’. The receptionist instantly beamed back at him, her joy shining through all her smile lines that graced her face and giving him two very enthusiastic two thumbs up. But she made sure to lift a stack of papers and wave them around as a friendly reminder of his bargain before he left.

            With long strides, Loki easily caught up with you, and you both entered the elevator together. There was a thick tension that hung in the air, and it made Loki’s heart race about what you might want to speak with him about. You refused to meet his eyes, keeping it trained on the metal door in front of you. But, in the tiniest calculated movement, you brushed your shoulder against his. The touch was so light, it easily would have been perceived as an accident by any other. The slight upturn of your lips gave you away.

            The elevator dinged, arriving at the floor of your office, and you both made your way down the hallway. Soon enough, you were unlocking your office door. You flipped on the light, and Loki was able to peek in. The room was in a state of disrepair; frankly, it looked like a tornado ran through it.

            Sheepishly, you peeked over your shoulder, “Just give me a minute to change and we can talk.”

            “Of course.” Loki gave you a soft smile, before closing the door of your office and giving you privacy. He shifted on his feet, trying to think about anything besides the fact that you were disrobing just beyond the door. How the rain droplets would moisten your soft skin, dripping down every one of your sweet curves. The sodden slacks that you wore would be stubborn, refusing to move down your body and surely getting caught on the globe of your ass.

            Loki quickly swiped a large hand across his face, “Norns, get it together.” He whispered to himself.

            The door then whipped open, exposing your wide, smiling face and much dryer body. The outfit you wore was certainly casual, just a plain, loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans that hung loose against your body. But, one thing that stuck out about this otherwise plain outfit, were the splattering’s of paint all over the fabric. All the colors of the rainbow graced the material; a vibrant decoration for the artform that is your perfect body. It was perfection, and it made Loki smile.

            “Come on in, Loki. Thanks for waiting.” You stepped to the side, letting him into your messy and eccentric office.

            Again, silence fell between the two of you. Loki quietly watched you, as you tried to look everywhere but at his face. Even fidgeting with a few errant papers on your desk, before finally mustering the courage and looking Loki in the eyes. The smile he rewarded you with was instantaneous, and he watched puff out a breath.

            “I wanted to talk about yesterday,” You started, “I am sorry for how I acted-“

            “No apology necessary,” Loki cut you off and your face went stern.

            “No, Loki.” You pointed your finger at him to prove you point. You seemed to do that a lot and it made Loki smirk, “Let me finish what I was saying. Please.” Your politeness always won, though, as tough as you tried to be. Mighty, yet sweet, Loki thought.

            Suppressing his growing smirk, he clasped his hands behind his back, bowed his head, and nodded for you to continue. The thought of you taking charge, the sweet thing you are, did things to him. The god schooled his gaze, tempering his newly ignited need to be at your mercy; to be absolutely, and entirely devoured by you.

            “I am sorry for how I acted yesterday. I admit, I was a bit overwhelmed, and you were just trying to help, and so I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. But I think, there were some boundaries crossed.” You sighed, finally breaking eye contact with him.

            Meanwhile, Loki’s heart thudded wildly in his chest. All lusty thoughts gone and replaced with fear. Where were you going with this? Would you stop seeing him?

            “I think we just need to….” You sighed, yet again, “We should keep it in mind. Okay?”

            Loki let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and met you gaze again. He found himself mirroring the soft smile that you gave him, the feeling of relief washing over him instantly.

            “Okay,” He breathed out a whisper, “I can do that.”

            And there it was again, the unspoken tension that always found its way between the two of you. Swirls of unsaid emotion rapidly flashing between both of your eyes; each of you replaying all the tender moments from the past few days like a nostalgic home movie of your favorite memories. Your matching smiles grew wider.

            Clearing your throat, you broke the connection and flitted your eyes away, “So, if you are available, I would like to set up a meeting you later today.” You turned towards your desk and scribbled somethings on a post it note and handed it to him. It was a room number on the tower, with a time, and a set of messily scribbled instructions.

            “Meet me here, at that time.”

            Loki grinned, “And why can’t we meet now?”

            “I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

            Loki grumbled, “Ah, the solider.” The distaste was positively dripping from his voice,=.

            “Now, Loki,” You chided, “Be nice.” Again, your hand somehow found his way to his bicep, giving a gentle squeeze.

            “I will see you later.” It was barely enough of a reassurance for the burning fire of jealousy to be calmed. For now.

            Loki insisted he walk you to the elevator and carry your bag. Even though you rolled your eyes at his chivalry, you let him. Again, you rode the elevator to one of the main common areas and when you exited, Bucky was practically on top of you, ready and waiting.

            “Miss Y/N. Nice outfit.” The former winter soldier beamed at you, but that wide smile faltered as soon as he laid on the god of mischief who was grumbling by your side.

“Loki.” Bucky growled underneath his breath.

            “Barnes.” Loki snarled right back.

            Clapping your hands together, you did you best to diffuse the tension, “Okay! I will see you later, Loki. Bucky, let’s go.”

            And off you went with the grinning, triumphant super soldier, leaving Loki behind who was burning holes into your back, and silently wishing curses on your temporary companion.

            “You may have her for now, Barnes, but it is I that will win her in the end.” Loki muttered under his breath, before turning on his heel and making his way back to his apartment prison. Once inside, the sickening sea of beige greeting him like a friend who overstayed their welcome.

            “The Midgardian furniture can’t come soon enough. This is atrocious.” He groaned. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out your note and the way you curved your letters warmed his heart. It was an artist’s penmanship; elegant yet chaotic.

            He looked over your note with intense concentration, not wanting to miss any minute details of your instructions.

            “Bring your dirty clothes?” He furrowed his brows, and scrunched his nose up, “What?”

            But he did as you asked after a few, long, and very agonizing hours of waiting. He made his way down to the room in your instructions, large laundry basket in his grasp. The god was punctual to a fault, and he was glad he did leave early, because it took him awhile to find the exact location. Being the recluse he is, he had yet to explore the tower and he tried to ask other people wandering the tower for directions. But they all scurried away in fear as soon as he approached them. Even a laundry basket couldn’t soften the god, apparently. Still, he was almost an hour early to your scheduled meeting. Yes, punctual, instead of anxiously worrying about your meeting with another man.

            Loki instantly regret that decision. All he had to occupy him was the monotonous ticking of the wall clock, and the jealous thoughts that haunted him. The soldier wrapping you in his arms and kissing the top of your head as you swayed together in the kitchen bathing in domestic bliss. Then his hands would roam, clunky and rough. They wouldn’t appreciate the softness of your skin, the suppleness of your lips, and the fragileness of your heart. Loki frowned, thinking of how Bucky could easily shatter you. How little he would appreciate the care and attention you give to others and worst of all, how he would fail to care for you.

            The soldier would selfishly soak up all your light and do nothing to replenish it. He would take all the goodness of your heart, bit by bit, until you withered away into nothingness.

            “Loki? Are you in there?” Your cheerful voice broke Loki from his thoughts. The sweet sound that saved him from the spiraling descent of his mind.

            “Apologies, Lady Y/N. I am here…” He turned his head to his basket of dirty laundry, with an amused expression, “With my soiled clothes, as requested.” He was tempted to ask about your meeting with the solider, but the idea of you speaking Barnes’ name was enough to stifle the request.

            You clapped your hands together, “Perfect! Have you done the laundry before?”

            The prince scoffed, ready to tell you ‘Of course’, but then he thought about it. Really thought about it. He hadn’t. When he lived on Asgard, he had servants and maids to take care of his every need. If he wanted new leathers and tunics every day, he would have it, no questions asked.  Then, when he was….elsewhere, he would rely on his seidr to clean his clothes. Never once did he have to do physical labor to keep his clothing clean. But today, today is the day for a prince of Asgard to learn.

            “I uh…” He stammered, now slightly embarrassed to be admitting his lack of experience on such a simple task, “No. I am afraid not.”

            “Well, no worries,” You flashed him a smile, and he knew you held no judgement for him. You never have, and that fact still shocked him. “So, first we divide up the clothes. Some colors shouldn’t be mixed, especially if you want them to last longer. Different clothes require different settings on the machines or need professional cleaning that can’t be done here.”

            You grinned, “Because, of course, someone just had to purchase the finest on our shopping trip, and so we may have to link you up with a dry cleaner.”

            Loki instantly shot you an incredulous look, clearly eyeing the paint-stained clothes you were still wearing, “Pardon me, my lady, for enjoying the quality of fine garments. Perhaps you should try it.”

            It was a teasing comment, but the unintentional bite had Loki backpedaling, “I mean, your clothes are fine. More than fine! Absolutely endearing. And creative! And looks quite comfy and-”

            You raised your hand to stop his rambling. The god clamped his mouth shut, well aware of how his cheeks burned in front of you.

            “You are fine, Loki. I know what you meant.” You giggled, and Loki noticed that your own cheeks were painted pink. Maybe he wasn’t the only one flustered.

            So, you and Loki went through his basket, separating his clothes and throwing them in various washing machine that lined the large in-house laundromat. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, as you completed this domestic task. Loki found himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. Not the act of doing laundry, no, but doing it with you? It felt warm. Comforting. Homey.

            It made him, perhaps, too comfortable, as he asked his next question to you with little thought, “So, why were you so overwhelmed yesterday?” He asked you so casually as he loaded the washing machine, pouring in the soap as you had showed him. Casual, like you were long time lovers chatting about your day while doing the domestic chores of a shared household.

            “Um…” You started, clearly at a loss for words, as you tossed one of his t-shirts in the pile for ‘dark’ clothing. The sight of you having his shirt in your hands had Loki yearning. Yearning, for something more. Something more than just constantly daydreaming about a life with you.

            “I am not sure if I should discuss that with you.”

            It was enough of an opening for Loki to try and push you a little more. Do you have someone in your life to share your troubles with? The thought of a secret lover waiting for you at home outside of the tower made him shudder.

            “Can you tell me…without actually telling me?” It was a risk, Loki knew that. Either you would take the invitation and finally open up to him, or you would shut him out like you have since you first met. The god leaned against the now rumbling washing machine, as you contemplated his question.

            Turning back to the laundry basket, you avoided his gaze and for a moment, Loki thought his calculated move was a poor choice in the chess game of unlocking your heart. Then, you spoke.

            “So, there is this young girl that keeps coming into the hospital where I work.” You started, still avoiding Loki’s eyes who watched you intently. He noticed how you continued to sort the clothes, but at a glacial pace as if to give yourself more time.

            “She has powers. Gifts. But they are uncontrolled, and she keeps hurting people and hurting herself, but it was never intentional. They were always accidents.” You made sure to look right into his eyes when you stressed how this anonymous child didn’t intend to harm others; facing your fear of baring your emotions to the god in front of you to protect the integrity of a child he didn’t know. The raw feelings Loki had for you deep in his heart bloomed even more.

            “She would really benefit going to Xavier’s school, a school for children with gifts like hers,” You clarified, “but her mother will not permit her to go.  She acts like her daughter doesn’t even have these gifts, and just buries her head in the sand all the while, she keeps on getting worse and worse.”

            Your speech sped up as you became more passionate; ripping out and presenting your breaking heart to the Asgardian prince who hung on your every word. But, as soon as he saw the tears welling in your eyes, he was at your side.

            “Can’t you just…take the child?” He offered a solution, yet years of diplomacy told him that the answer wasn’t that simple. It never was.

            “There are ways, yes, but there as laws and procedures we must follow. We have to show that her mother is not acting in her best interest and because her daughter has powers and is harming people, of course the government has taken an interest in her. And the more we go through this court process with her, the more upset she becomes, and the more incidents happen.”

            A tear slipped down your cheek, despite your frantic attempt to choke down your burning emotions. Again, without thinking and like it was the most natural thing in the nine, Loki reached up and wiped away the tear. His large hand still cupped your cheek and the warrior roughness of his thumb swiped against the softness of your face in soothing strokes. To his surprise, you didn’t stop him.

            “I mean, why can’t she just let her go?!” You were frantic now, as your emotions spilled out of you like the splattered paint on your clothes, “Soon, she will do something that can’t be undone and- and – and they will send her to the raft, and she doesn’t deserve that horrible place!”

            Tears were freely coming down your face now, the flood gates of your heart fully open. Loki threw every bit of caution to the wind along with the fear of overstepping and losing you completely, and pulled you close to his chest in a tight embrace. Sobs shook your body, and he held you impossibly tighter. A part of him took sick pleasure in how good you felt to finally have you in his arms, but it shouldn’t be like this. Never like this.

            He stroked your head, and he had to stifle the gasp that threatened to leave his mouth when you nuzzled your nose into his chest, inhaling his scent deeply. The earlier conversation about ‘boundaries’ long forgotten.

            “Love, you are doing what you can. You can’t control everything.”

            You whipped your head up to look at him, your eyes now red and puffy from your tears. Loki thought you were about to chastise him about his use of pet name like you always have, but you continued to surprise him. “I-I can do more. I can try different things…try to talk to different people. Try to-”.

            Loki was selfishly reluctant to deny you the comfort you sought from his body, but he needed you to understand. Pulling away, he cupped your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look directly into his earnest eyes.

            “You are doing everything you can and that is enough.”

            “No…it’s not.” You whispered.

            “Yes, it is.” He argued back, desperately trying not to get lost in the vivid colors of your glassy eyes.

            “No. It’s not.” You squinted at him, your words sterner as the torrent of emotions started to ebb away.

            Loki couldn’t help but laugh and thankfully, a small chuckle bubbled up from you as well.

            “Stubborn, little woman! Yes! It is!”

            Feeling a bit more in control of yourself, you pulled away from the god’s arms and Loki would be lying to himself if he wasn’t silently mourning the loss of your warmth. The sweet, selfish comfort of your small body tucked perfectly against his.

            “You can’t tell anyone I shared that with you.” The enduring waver in your voice told Loki how serious you were, and he hoped every bit of faithfulness he had in his body conveyed through his eyes. Loki was not known as a trustworthy person, but for you, he would carry your secrets to Valhalla.

            “I won’t”

            You took a step forward, still so close yet so far away from his arms, “I mean it, Loki. The government is involved with the children I work with. It would have serious consequences if anyone knew I shared anything at all-”

            Loki reached for your hand and gently squeezed it, making your words die in your mouth.

            “You can trust me, Love.” The look in your eyes told him that you believed him. You truly trusted the God of Lies and it shook him to his core. A flicker of guilt about how your relationship, professional or otherwise, was based off a lie. A tight-lipped smile broke through his fractured heart, even when you pulled your hand away. Loki could feel the walls coming between you yet again, brick by brick.

            “Thank you, Loki.” You turned to the lingering bits of clothes that still needed to be thrown in the wash, “Let’s finish up, shall we?” The professional mask you always wore, now fully on. 

            Loading the rest of the washing machines went very quickly now that you weren’t stalling for time. Loki, on the other hand, was trying everything he could to not end this meeting with you. To have that piece of the real you back in front of him and not the façade you showed everyone else. As soon as you commented on how quickly he was learning, and how he would ‘graduate’ from your program in no time, all rational thought left him. It was like the ever-clever god of mischief forgot everything you showed him earlier. The machine’s buttons were foreign, and he had somehow forgotten how to measure the soap and where it went.

The shrill ring of your cell phone, a sound that Loki silently cursed, interrupted your re-explanation of dividing up the clothes. You excused yourself to take the call in the hallway, leaving Loki who grew more frantic about the idea of losing you. The war between his need to selfishly have you, and the guilt he felt for continuously lying to you raged within him. The consequences be damned if it meant that he could have more time with you. Anything for more time.

In a fit of desperation, he grabbed all the boxes and bottles of detergent he could see and dumped them all into the various, washing machines. He knew the clock was ticking on your phone call, so he acted quickly. He ripped open all the cupboards of the laundromat and found a stash of large bottles of hand soap, adding it to his concoction with little regard for the consequences. Quickly, he closed all the cupboards and wiped any soap spillage, leaving a pristine looking machine while the soapy brew had already started to bubble and foam. Suds started to burst out from the tops of the machines, spilling over onto the floor at a wild rate.

It all happened so quickly. White, billowy puffs of soap filled the floor, the bubbles going almost as high as the tall god’s knees and making his feet almost slip from underneath him.

“What happened?!” You yelled, your eyes wide with shock as you took in the scene before you.

“It seems,” Loki said breathlessly, trying to steady himself on the slippery floor, “It seems I have overestimated the amount of soap I needed.”

There was a long beat of silence as you both looked at each other. The shock was still plastered on your face, and a look of innocence on Loki’s, that he hoped was believable.

And then you laughed. Hard.

You clutched your stomach as the belly laughs took over your whole body, making you lurch forward. Fresh tears came to your eyes, not from the sadness you felt not too long ago, but from unbridled, childlike joy.

You stepped up to Loki, slipping a bit on the way over and still breathless from the onslaught of laughter, “How did you even manage this? I was gone for what? Ten minutes? You’re worse than Thor!”

The look of insult that Loki gave you was priceless, sending you into another fit of laughter, “Hey! There is no way I am worse than that oaf.”

You wiped the happy tears from the corner of your eye, “When I went over this with Thor, he did not fill the room with soap!”

“Take it back.” Loki threatened, stalking towards you with all the intensity of a predator eyeing its prey. Both you and him knew he would never harm you, and that fact became even more clear as he struggled to stay upright on the slick floor.

“No.” You breathed through your laughter, trying to back away from him as fast as you could without falling.

Loki scooped up a large cloud of soap in his arms from the floor, peaking around the white fluffiness with a mischievous grin, “Take. It. Back.”

You crossed your arms and stood your ground, a smirk playing on your lips as you repeated yourself, “No. I stand by what I said. You are worse than Thor.”

            Loki then chucked the soap at you, leaving your head covered in suds. Quickly, you swiped at your face and freed yourself from the foam. Both of your laughter filled the room, drowning out the washing machines that still gushed out fresh suds. There was no attempt to stop the machines, as you and Loki played in the ocean of puffy soap like children. Children free of the stress of the world, free of the torments and trauma of the past.

            Loki gripped your hand and started to drag you about the laundromat, slipping and sliding as he spun you around with ease on the slippery floor, like you were gliding on an ice rink. Laughter flowed freely from his chest, making his cheeks burn from how brightly he smiled. Yet, he smiled wider still when he saw that you mirrored the wild joy he felt.

            You played until you both were breathless, sitting on the floor of the laundromat, still surrounded by layers of soap. The tips of your fingers floated against the bubbles, lightly feeling it’s light texture, before turning to Loki who sat next to you. Amongst the sudsy clouds, he truly looked like what he was, a god, a fact you sometimes forgot about him when you were in his presence. A king above the heavens. The god quirked an eyebrow at your unreadable look, and his confusion only grew when you grabbed a handful of soap and placed it on top of his head; a stark contrast to his inky curls.

            Your grin was wide, and full of mirth, “A crown for my king.”

            It was so innocent, yet the gesture held so much meaning for Loki. The once forgotten desire to be king, resurfacing with a complicated mess of emotions associated with his past. Yet, all that torment, all the terrible memories, were overtaken by one word.

            My.

            Did you realize what you said? Did you truly believe that he was yours? Even with all the close, sweet moments that you had shared over this short time, Loki still feared to hope. He feared that come tomorrow, you would cut off all contact with him in the name of ‘professionalism’ and ‘appropriateness’. But still, despite that fear, he grabbed his own scoop of soap and tenderly placed it on top of your head.

            “And a crown for my Queen.”

            The tension between you was as thick as the layer of soap that had finally settled around you, full of unspoken feelings and fears. The joy that once filled your face, was now replaced with a soft sadness. Carefully, you reached forward and placed a gentle hand on his. Loki dreaded the words that were about to leave your sweet lips.

            “Loki…” You started, but the clearing of a throat stopped you and made you whip your hand back in your lap, like touching his hand burned you. Loki’s frowned deepened, and you both turned to the new person who was in the laundromat.

            The infamous Tony Stark, and your pseudo boss.

            “What’s going on in here? Bubbles, I didn’t think you would take your namesake so literally.” He asked, his tone direct as if he was speaking to a pair of children getting a little too wild in the bath.

            Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and wiped your bubble crown from your head, leaving Loki on the floor behind you. He soon followed, brushing off lingering clumps of soap off his dress pants. The crown stayed.

            “I was showing Loki how to do laundry, and unfortunately the machines malfunctioned.” Loki turned to look at you, and you kept your eyes on Tony. Again, you were covering for the god of mischief. Perhaps what you were about to say wasn’t going to lead to a heartbreak after all.

            “Malfunctioned?” Tony peered over his blue tinted glasses at you and Loki, soaked and soapy. It was clear that he didn’t believe you. “Yeah, sure. Clean this up and we will talk later, Y/N.”

            You swallowed thicky at the implication, and Loki noticed. It took all the strength within him not to reach out and grab your hand. You were quick to nod your head and go into the closet in the laundromat filled with cleaning supplies and dig out a mop. Loki followed behind you. Neither of you noticed when Tony left.

            Almost an hour was spent scooping and mopping up the floor and dumping it into the sink basin. Barely any words were spoken between you and Loki, save a few instructions here and there. All the joy from earlier had left with the billionaire and it made the god’s chest fill with anger, and resentment.

            “Tony is technically my boss,” You suddenly said, breaking the silence as you were wrapping up cleaning. Yet again, you avoided Loki’s eyes as you did during moments of high emotion, he noticed. You busied yourself with wringing out the mop, “He funds the program at the hospital and so, what he says goes. Do you understand?”

            The subtext of what you said was clear. Loki looked to the dampeners that still clung to his wrists. For a moment, he forgot that they were there. That he was a prisoner within the tower, and not living a fantasy of domestic bliss with you. There was no way Tony would ever let you fraternize with Loki outside of a professional context. The hero hated him, Loki knew that. No matter what Thor told Tony, the billionaire still saw Loki as the villain. The dampeners were proof of that. A physical reminder of how high above him you were, and how low he was. How unworthy.

            “I understand.” Was all Loki could say. The crown on his head had long since dissolved.

            After putting away the cleaning supplies and giving Loki some vague instructions on how to save his overly soapy clothes that were still in the washing machines, you left. You left without any indication of when he would see you again, and Loki was alone to yet again, process the emotional whiplash that seemed to come with every day he spent with you.

            Gritting his teeth angrily, he twisted one of his soaked shirts over the sink basin. The soapy water splashed down the drain and all the memories of you frolicking in the suds replayed in his mind.

With a wet slap, he threw the garment into the sink, “Why do I even bother!”

Every moment with you was bittersweet. He felt a joy he never felt before. You accepted him for who he is. Played with him. Made him laugh. He felt lighter, and like the future may have a place with him. A place by your side. But inevitably, like it always has, he was reminded that a future with you was not possible. A dream snatched away by the persistent nightmares. Still, he clung to the idea of having you like a drug he didn’t want to quit.

He ran his hands through his still wet hair, “This needs to stop.”

Loki let out a long breath, before emptying out all the washing machines and tossing the mostly drenched clothes in the dryer. He tapped a few buttons, not really paying attention to the settings like you had taught him and left the laundromat. The clothes be damned. He didn’t care anymore.

A familiar heaviness found its way back onto Loki’s shoulders as he made his way back to his apartment. The lightness you gave him was long gone and only regret and loneliness remained.

Unlocking his apartment, he struggled to open the door fully like something was blocking its way. He pushed himself inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes grew wide at the sight before him.

Boxes and boxes of files filled his quaint prison apartment, leaving only a small path for him to walk around. His shoulders slumped even lower.

“Ah. My bargain.” He muttered, as he remembered his deal with the receptionist, Kimberly earlier this morning. Regret raced through him, and his mind struggles to find a way to weasel out of his obligation. There was a computer neatly placed on his tiny kitchen counter, along with a scanner and a note. On one side of the note included instructions on how to complete the tedious task of scanning all the documents, but on the other was a more personal note from his new ally.

This is the happiest I have ever seen her. Don’t give up

            Loki smiled. You let him call you ‘love’.

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