#;; mischievous flames (loki)

[simplyholl]

A Big Tip [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: You and Loki are coworkers. What happens when you find yourself alone with him?

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

W/C: 1K

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You roll your eyes at one of your coworker’s dirty jokes. You’re trying to remember your table’s order, and don’t want them to break your concentration. It’s finally your turn at the computer, when the newest server, Loki, struts in. His big frame takes up most of the entry way while the other servers try to get around him with hands full of dirty plates.

He had been your secret obsession since the day he started. Like a moth to a flame you were inexplicably drawn to him. Who could blame you? He was tall, handsome, charming, mischievous, and charismatic. His dark curls were barely contained in the bun resting on the back of his neck, loose strands framing his beautiful face.

Cindy, your best friend, cleared her throat behind you bringing you back to the task at hand. Three servers including her were waiting for their turn. You had long forgotten the order table twelve gave you. You think back to your conversation with them. Was it a hamburger, no a chicken sandwich. You were unsure.

How dare he walk in like he owns the place and distract you completely. You push passed him to ask for your table’s order again. He had the nerve to smirk at you on your way out. He knew the effect he had on you. It was a little unnerving. You made sure to write down what your customers wanted this time, so you wouldn’t mess it up.

You go up the stairs to wait for the screen. You turn around to see Loki right behind you. You’d like to think he was using this computer to be close to you, but this is the one closest to his station. “Do you need anything, darling? You look a little flustered.” He purred in your ear, while placing his hand on your arm.

“No, I’m okay. Just forgot an order.” You could feel his eyes on you while your clumsy fingers fumbled against the screen. As the rush came in, you were almost too busy to think about Loki. Almost. He seemed to be everywhere you were. His blue eyes found you in every area of the restaurant.

You were in the weeds, drowning in customers. You had drawn the short end of the stick and were in a three server section with just you and one lazy coworker. You were sure your head would explode if one more person asked you for extra ranch. Luckily, Cindy and Loki had come down to help you when no one else would.

You put the last drink on your tray, struggling to lift it. Why did every person on your eight top want multiple drinks? It would be difficult to carry the heavy tray through the full dining room and down the stairs to your section. Loki watched you closely the whole time you were preparing the drinks. So it was no surprise when he mockingly asked if you had it.

“Actually, can you carry it for me? I don’t think I can make it downstairs with it.” You give him your best doe eyed look, fluttering your eyelashes. He lifts the tray with ease. You follow him out, appreciating the way his muscles strained against his black button up. He held it for you as you passed out the beverages to each person.

The restaurant had finally closed and you got to change out of your uniform. You were now sporting a low cut tank top and leggings. You sit across from Loki, still in his work uniform, to do your end of shift paperwork. You could tell he was trying not to look at your cleavage. But you caught him peeking over his phone admiring the swell of your chest, now on full display.

You make your way to the back to retrieve your belongings from your locker when a large hand wraps around your delicate wrist stopping you in your tracks. Loki’s grip grows tighter as he walks toward the supply closet. He flips the light on, quickly pushing you inside.

When the door shuts behind him, his eyes darken. He pushes you back against the cool shelf. “What are we doing in here, Loki?” “You have been eye fucking me all night, little one. Don’t be shy now.” His mouth descends on yours. Teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other, your hands travel along his muscled arms and torso moving to quickly unbutton his shirt.

“We have to be quick, darling. The others will be finished soon.” You nod as he pulls your panties and leggings down your thighs. You unbutton his pants. He is a lot bigger than you expected, and you knew he would be huge. Loki drags a slender finger across your folds. He smirks when he withdraws his soaked digit.

“Wet for me already?” He brings his finger to his lips, a small moan escapes him as he tastes your arousal. He slides his finger past his lips with a loud pop. Loki thrusts up into you, his large hand covers your mouth to stifle your cry. His hot breath on your ear as he shushes you sends shivers down your body.

You can hear footsteps outside the closet, so any sound could lead to you getting caught. He holds you against the shelf each thrust of his hips rattling the bottles of cleaner against each other. He slithers his hand between your writhing bodies. His thumb strums your clit like a skilled guitar player making you see stars as he continues to fuck into you. Your grasp tightens on the sleeves of his work shirt.

He picks up his pace while you move wildly against him chasing your high. You remove your hand from him to grip the shelf, but accidentally topple a vacuum cleaner over. The loud bang would surely alert someone to your hiding spot.

“Fuck it” Loki growls. He presses you harder against the shelf, knocking cleaning supplies to the floor around his feet. The thought of someone finding you wrapped around Loki fuels the flame low in your stomach. His sharp teeth lock down on the smooth skin of your neck.

You claw at his dress shirt covered back as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You can’t help the animalistic cry that leaves your throat. Loki’s hands tighten on your hips. A low growl vibrates against your collarbone as he reaches his release. “No one can know about this, love. It will be our little secret.”

You agree with him as you try to get your wobbly legs used to standing again. You pull your leggings up. “I’ll go out first, wait a few minutes then you can leave.” You tell him, looking back to get one more glance at his exposed chest. You stumble, walking around like a newborn calf.

When you come around the corner, Cindy is waiting for you, amusement dancing in her eyes. She locks her arm with yours and you both giggle passing your other coworkers who are none the wiser.

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[mischievoushiddleston]

King

Pairing: Loki x Reader

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It was a dark and stormy night in New York City. Since Loki, the God of Mischief, had conquered the Earth and declared himself the King of Midgard, the city had been shrouded in an unnatural darkness. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rumbled as if nature itself were protesting against his rule.

In a luxurious penthouse high atop a skyscraper, Loki sat on a throne of black marble adorned with golden carvings and gemstones. His green-golden robe gleamed in the light of the blue flames flickering in the wall sconces. His emerald-green eyes sparkled with pleasure and power.

A young woman entered the room. Her long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, and her simple yet elegant dress hugged her body closely. Her grace and beauty had immediately captivated Loki when he first saw her.

"Come closer, Y/N," Loki said in his deep, velvety voice, which had a slight Nordic accent. His gaze was unwaveringly fixed on her.

Y/N approached hesitantly, her heart beating faster with each step. She wasn't sure what to expect, but the aura of power and mystery surrounding Loki drew her irresistibly.

"You summoned me, my king?" Her voice was soft but firm.

Loki rose from his throne and slowly approached her. He was tall and slender, with a predatory grace to his stride. When he stood before her, he placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up, so she had to look into his eyes.

"Yes, I summoned you," he said gently yet firmly. "Since the moment I saw you, I have thought of nothing but you."

Y/N felt her breath quicken. Loki's proximity was overwhelming, and the intensity of his green eyes made her almost dizzy. "What do you want from me?" she asked, barely audible.

A mischievous smile played on Loki's lips. "Everything you are willing to give me," he whispered, lowering his head until his lips almost touched hers. The space around them seemed to disappear, as if there were only the two of them in the world.

Y/N closed her eyes and leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest. Loki pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her back as he drew her deeper into the embrace. Their bodies melted together as the heat between them grew more intense.

Loki led Y/N to a soft chaise lounge at the edge of the room. He gently laid her down, his eyes sparkling with desire. "You are beautiful," he said softly, his fingers caressing her cheek.

Y/N opened her eyes and looked at him, her own eyes full of devotion and desire. "And you are indescribable," she whispered back.

With a fluid motion, Loki removed his robe, revealing his muscular body. Y/N followed suit, her dress falling to the floor and exposing her soft, flawless skin. Loki leaned over her, his lips finding hers again as his hands explored her body.

Loki hovered over Y/N, his hands gliding over her naked skin as he covered her lips with tender kisses. Her breath came fast and shallow, and her body trembled with desire under his touch.

Loki knelt between her legs, locking his gaze with hers as he lifted her hips slightly for better access. "Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice a tempting promise.

Y/N nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and lust. She could feel the tingling of anticipation in every nerve of her body. Loki smiled, a seductive smile that made her knees weak. He positioned himself at the entrance of her wet pussy and slowly penetrated her.

Y/N moaned softly as she felt his hard cock filling her. Every inch of his body seemed made for her. Loki took his time, relishing the feeling of her warmth enveloping him. He moved slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, in and out, prolonging the intensity of the moment.

"You feel so good," Loki murmured as he thrust deeper into her. His gaze remained fixed on her face, observing every one of her reactions, every twitch and tremble of her body.

Y/N couldn't help but move against him, her hips rising in rhythm with his thrusts. Every deep, slow thrust brought her closer to the edge of madness. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving red crescents on his skin.

Loki quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, accompanied by their mixed moans and sighs. Y/N could feel the tension building inside her, rising higher and higher until she thought she would break.

"Please, Loki," she gasped, unable to form her words, but her need was clear.

Loki leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continued to thrust into her. The additional stimulation sent waves of pleasure through Y/N's body, and she screamed his name as she finally exploded in a powerful orgasm.

Loki followed shortly after, his own movements becoming irregular as he came deep inside her. He held her tightly, their bodies merging in a moment of absolute unity. As the aftershocks of their orgasms subsided, Loki settled beside Y/N, pulling her close and kissing her forehead.

"You are mine," he whispered in her ear, and Y/N knew that she was forever bound to the God of Mischief, the man who was King of Midgard and master of her heart.

[fernthewhimsical]

A Letter to Loki

I apologise, dear Loki, for I have misjudged you for so long. My own fears have kept you at bay when they needn’t have.

I saw you in the bullying disguised as pranks, done by those with malice in their hearts. When instead I should have seen you in the pranks of my grandfather, fueled by laughter and love. In the mischievous twinkle in my father’s eyes that I am proud to have inherited.

You have been with me for such a long time, patiently waiting for me to see the truth. Reaching out even though I rebuked you time and time again, out of misplaced fear. Yet you’ve always respected my boundaries, and with it, respected me. For even though I honoured you with flame and breath, I did not let you in.

I heard you loud and clear yesterday: “you weep for they don’t see you as you are. We are not so different, you and I.” And I felt your arms close around me in a loving embrace.

Perhaps that is also a part of the problem; I see too much of myself in you. In the lengths you’re willing to go to protect those you love, and avenge them if needed. To resort to trickery and manipulation to get someone to open their eyes and see the truth. Even if that truth might be one only you think is right. Perhaps it is not only you I feared, but also myself.

I see this now, my eyes now opened. This is me reaching out, conquering my fears and inviting you into my life. I will see you in the creative spark. In the fire that can both warm and destroy, but will make place for new things to grow. I will see you in joy and laughter, especially when they want us to be silent. I will see you when I look into the mirror, the twinkle in my eyes and the queerness of my being. I will see you, as you will see me.

Hail to the Change-bringer Hail to the Bringer of Gifts Hail to the Mother of Monsters Hail to the Protector of Outcasts Hail to the God of Punk Hail to you, Loki

[november-rayne]

Chapter Fifteen: A Token

Summary: A short, playful little fluff piece to make up for the long previous chapter. Our boy is giddy deliriously happy after his talk with Sigyn.

Word Count: 1530

Rating: Explicit

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Heavy petting. Giddy Loki

Chapter Index

“How much time do we have?” Sigyn asked between hungry kisses.

Loki glanced at the mantel's clock, “Less than ten minutes.” He claimed her mouth again.

“Not enough.” She moved to his neck, kissing and nipping down to his collar. Her hand was under his tunic, clinging to his side.

“No,” he shook his head as it fell back, “Not enough.” He was squeezing her thigh under her dress.

“We should stop,” she said, attacking his mouth with deep, urgent kisses.

Loki moved both hands behind her head, pressing into her kisses. He could taste the wine on her tongue. “We should…” he moaned, “you first.”

“I cannot.” She shook her head ever so slightly and grabbed a fistful of his hair at the base of his skull.

He pulled her hand from under his tunic and kissed her palm and wrist. She placed his hand on her breast, seeking his lips again. Loki groaned into her mouth as he kneaded her. She moaned and pressed herself further into his hand.

Loki’s cock was throbbing, straining against his trousers, begging to be freed. He raised his hips and relished the friction as it pressed into Sigyn’s thigh. He gently pinched her nipple through the fabric of her gown, and he was rewarded with another needy moan. He cupped both breasts as he pulled back to look at her.

She was panting and clinging to his shoulders. He watched her ample chest rise and fall in his hands. “Catch your breath, kitten,” he told her, not taking his eyes from her breasts.

“I think I may burst into flames.”

“Don’t you dare.” He moved both of his hands to her neck. Her skin was hot. “Can you stand?”

She pouted, “I think so.” She slowly made her way off his lap. She raised an eyebrow at the huge bulge in his trousers. “Can you stand? Or will the weight of that thing pull you over? Norns.”

Loki grinned, pulled his tunic down to cover himself, and gave her a playful look. “May I have a token to remember this day by?”

"Of course," she reached up to pull a pearl comb from her hair.

“If you please, my sweet Sigyn, may I choose the token?” His mischief was radiating off him in waves.

“I do not see the harm in that.” She eyed him curiously.

He slowly went down to both knees in front of her. She inhaled sharply and held her breath as she felt his touch on her ankles. He slid his hands up her legs painfully slowly, stopping at her thighs under her dress. He looked up to her, and they locked eyes. His mischievous grin vanished, and his face became serious.

Sigyn moaned wantonly as his hands continued to their destination. He ran his large hands slowly over her round ass. He squeezed it firmly before he hooked his thumbs over the top of her panties. He slid them over her ass and down her thighs before he finally broke eye contact. He gave her a gentle tap on her ankle. She braced herself with one hand on Loki’s shoulder as she stepped out of the ivory lace panties.

Loki hummed in approval as he ran his fingers over the wet gusset, resisting the urge to bury his face in them. “Breathe, Sigyn,” he commanded as he stuffed them into his pocket.

She gasped, clinging to him as he stood up. She feared she might pass out. “Fire...” she panted, “There is a fire in my veins.”

He smiled wide, “Thank you for these.” he said as he patted his pocket. Sigyn nodded; her pupils were blown wide, and she breathed heavily.

He led her over to the window and opened it wide, letting in the breeze. “Wait here, sweetling.” He conjured a chair from the dining room and lowered her gently onto it, kissing the top of her head. 

Sigyn watched as he made his way over to the wet bar and poured her a tall glass of water. With a wave of his hand, a few cubes of ice appeared. He looked around the bar and frowned. With another motion, a red and white striped paper straw and a wedge of lemon materialized in the glass.

“My lady,” he said as he handed her the drink.

“Thank you, Your Highness.” She took a long pull from the straw. “You did not need to go to so much trouble. I doubt I would have actually caught fire.”

Loki stroked her jaw with his thumb, “One can never be too careful, love.” She covered his hand with hers and leaned her cheek into his palm as she looked up into his eyes.

“I love you.”

Loki felt like his heart might burst.  “I love you too, kitten. I knew it the moment I met you. I am sorry I tried so hard to deny it.”

“We are really going to do this, aren’t we?”

He knelt beside her so that their faces were more level. He squeezed her hand in her lap. “I cannot wait to call you my wife. If you are sure you want me.”

She set her glass on the window ledge and took his face in both hands, “I want you. I would spend every day proving it to you for the rest of my life, but I would prefer it if you would stop doubting me. I am yours completely.”

A strand of hair had fallen out of her twist. He tucked it behind her ear. “So lovely,” he whispered to himself.

“So handsome.” She stroked his face, “I hope our sons look like you.”

Loki’s heart swelled again. He imagined her belly swollen with child, his child. His cock twitched at the thought. He placed his large hand on her flat stomach and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His hand started drifting toward her breast when he heard the doorknob click.

Loki stood quickly and placed his hands behind his back. Sigyn picked up her glass and took a long sip as the door opened. Frigga stood in the doorway. “Is it safe to enter?”

Loki laughed, “Yes, Mother.” He bowed as she entered the room, leaving her ladies in the hall. Sigyn rose from her chair and curtsied.

“I hope you used this time wisely. Sigyn, you look a little flushed.”

“Your son has that effect on me, Your Majesty.” She pressed her palm to her cheek.

“What Sigyn means is…” he gave Sigyn a pointed look, “that we were talking about our future together, and she became a little overwhelmed.”

Sigyn nodded and took another sip of her water.

Frigga smirked, “I see. Anything you feel like sharing?”

Loki took Sigyn’s hand, “We both feel the Norns have made a good match. We are both looking forward to the wedding.” Loki took a deep breath, “And we both want a large family with many children.”

“Truly?” Frigga could not hide her amusement. She placed a hand over her heart.

“Just think of it, Mother, a legion of my miniatures unleashing utter chaos on the palace.” He grinned devilishly, “An army of my own making. I can hardly wait.”

Sigyn snorted a laugh and covered her mouth with her hand. Loki beamed at her, picked her up by her waist, and spun her around in circles. “Set me down this instant!” she laughed.

As he set her down, he planted a kiss right on her lips. “Loki, the Queen! Apologies, Your Majesty.”

Frigga patted her heart, “It is fine. It’s fine.” She smiled widely, “Loki, I am happy to see you so happy.”

“I am happy, Mother, but I need to ask, how did you know? How did you know Sigyn would be the woman to capture my heart?”

“Is it not obvious to you? Look at her eyes. The mischief there rivals your own. I saw it the moment I met her.”

Sigyn blushed and tucked her chin to her shoulder, suppressing a smile, “I try to be good, most of the time, at least.”

Loki shook his head, “Mischief exists to be unleashed.” He placed his hand on her cheek and guided her face to look at him, “One must not try to hold it in. It is like trying to hold in your breath for too long. It will come out eventually,” he grinned at her.

“Well, you are the expert, Your Highness,” she grinned back.

He leaned in to kiss her again, but Sigyn pulled back.

“Your mother,” she whispered.

“Right.” He rested his forehead on hers.

“Oh, go ahead.” Frigga threw her hands up in defeat and turned toward the door, “I must get her back to her mother. Say your farewells. I will meet you in the hallway.” The Queen walked into the hallway but left the door open.

“See you at dinner?” Sigyn asked.

“I would not miss it.” He kissed her sweetly on her lips.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“As I love you,” he kissed her again, deeply.

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[anonymousewrites]

Portal to My Heart (Book 1) Alternate Chapter Six

Loki x Reader

Alternate Chapter Six: Into the Original Timeline

Summary: What if instead of escaping the timeline and becoming variants, (Y/N) and Loki continued on their path in the original timeline?

Author's Note: Welcome to my Alternate (or really Original) Timeline Loki x Reader. I'm going to start a book that follows the original Thor: Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok, and Avengers Infinity War timeline of the Marvel universe to show what would have happened between Loki and the MC if they hadn't gone to the TVA and such. Fair warning, as my Book 2 showed, it will not have a happy ending, so just know you're not going to be necessarily satisfied. But we have the LOKI series to keep the romance going! And now, without further ado, what could/would have been:

            (Y/N) could hear the fight continuing outside. She could see Chitauri and their strange tank creatures flying by. She could see flames and smoke from destroyed buildings. She hated to think about the lives lost in the battle. (Y/N) sighed. She hoped it would be over soon with the “Avengers” the victors.

            Suddenly, the sky outside went dark. Storm clouds rolled in. Lightning crackled above. Then, lightning crackled down the Empire State Building. It was then redirected, undoubtedly by Thor, over Stark Tower. (Y/N) guessed it was probably to hit the Chitauri coming out from the portal.

            After that, relatively clear skies returned. Screams and explosions were all (Y/N) could hear. She despised it, but there was no safe way of getting down from the tower, nor could she really help. So, she decided to have a little bit of fun during the possible end of the world. Stark’s bar was pretty out of the way, so (Y/N) sat down behind it so people couldn’t see here and had a drink.

            Cheers to the end of the world, thought (Y/N), toasting to herself. She was alone with her thoughts. They were clouded with thoughts of Loki. She was curious about what he was really like, beyond whatever was controlling him. (Y/N) had felt how the scepter wanted to influence her, whispering without words about how much power and revenge it could bring her, magnifying her negative feelings. She wondered how much of what he was doing was him, and how much was the scepter. Loki possessed it for much longer than the minutes she held it. Who knew how much his mind was twisted? Granted, (Y/N) knew he definitely had some mischievous tendencies and loved power, but she had seen some forms of kindness in him, although only briefly. She wanted to see more since he was very interesting.

            Summoned by her thoughts, she heard a crash on the balcony outside. Peeking over the bar, she saw Loki standing up angrily. His helmet had been knocked off. He was about to attack when the Hulk slammed him through the remaining windows of Stark Tower’s top floor. (Y/N) winced at the force by which Loki hit the wall and then the floor. Hulk roared and approached the raven-haired man.

            “Enough!” cried Loki furiously, standing up. “You are, all of you, beneath me! I am a god, you dull creature. And I will not be bullied by—.”

            Hulk grabbed him by the ankle and smashed him repeatedly against the floor. Loki was left on his back in a dent in the ground, groaning.

            “Puny god,” huffed Hulk as he left the building.

            (Y/N) was deciding whether or not to come out. She watched first as Black Widow dropped down, grabbed the scepter, and left again quickly. She decided not to question it as the assassin was probably helping save the world. Bracing hers

            Loki whimpered slightly from the pain.

            (Y/N) was deciding whether or not to come out. She watched first as Black Widow dropped down, grabbed the scepter, and left again quickly. She decided not to question it as the assassin was probably helping save the world. Bracing herself slightly for what she would have to deal with, she finished her glass of wine. (Y/N) then grabbed a towel and a bottle of vodka. She walked calmly over to Loki.

            “You look like how I feel,” she muttered.

            Loki scowled at her. “Spare me your pity.”

            (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “No worries, I’m not pitying the guy who’s started a war in New York.”

            “Then what are you doing?” questioned Loki.

            “You saved me from pain, so I’m saving you from some,” she answered. “Don’t tell anyone I did this, and I won’t tell anyone what you did.”

            “Very well,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) poured the vodka onto the towel and began dabbing into onto the trickster’s forehead where many wounds were. He hissed slightly at the sensation, but (Y/N) continued. No words were spoken between them. Both were planning on never speaking about this. In fact, if Loki lost, which it very much seemed he would, they were probably never going to speak again in their lives. (Y/N) and Loki were both disappointed since they had found someone interesting that brought some excitement into life, but neither would admit that. So, they contented themselves with silence, resigning to push away the emotions that they didn’t like.

            “There,” said (Y/N), finishing. She looked outside and saw Chitauri falling to the ground from where they had been flying. They all seemed to be “shutting off,” if living beings could do that. “It’s over.”

            “I’ve lost,” said Loki, growling slightly.

            “We did warn you,” said (Y/N), “And now you’re going to pay for your crimes. Have fun!” She stood and placed the alcohol bottle back in the bar.

            Loki smirked up at her. “If there’s one thing you should remember of me, it is that I rarely allow others to determine my future.”

            She turned back to him and nodded. “True, you did spend quite a bit of effort ridding yourself of the scepter’s control.”

            “And as usual, my efforts yielded results,” said Loki.

            “Well, I suppose I should congratulate you,” remarked (Y/N), smirking, “But I’m afraid you’re about to be rather disappointed.” She saw the Avengers landing on the balcony.

            “Oh, joy,” said Loki sarcastically. He dragged himself up the stairs before turning around. He looked up at the group of heroes who were looking down at him threateningly. “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now,” said Loki cheekily.

            The Avengers looked unamused.

            (Y/N), on the other hand, snorted. “Good luck with that. Most of the bottles and glasses are destroyed.”

            “All right, get him on his feet,” said Iron Man, “We can all stand around posing up a storm later.” He glanced back at Loki. “By the way, feel free to clean up.”

            Loki’s hands were chained, and Thor stood by him so he couldn’t run off.

            “Who gets the, uh, magic wand?” asked Romanoff.

            “STRIKE team’s coming to secure it,” said Rogers.

            SHIELD agents began to stream in. Some were doctors and walked over to (Y/N), but she waved them off. She had enough of people being all up in her business for today.

            “We can take that off your hands,” said one agent to Black widow. (Y/N) thought his name might be Sitwell.

            Black Widow handed it over, and Sitwell looked at it in awe.

            “Don’t mess around with that thing,” advised (Y/N).

            “Yeah, unless you want your mind erased,” said Barton, taking a drink he stole from the bar.

            “And not in the fun way,” said (Y/N).

            “We promise to be careful.” Sitwell placed the scepter in a silver case.

Captain America pressed his earpiece. “On my way down to coordinate search-and-rescue.”

            Loki rolled his eyes and transformed into the Captain. “ ‘On my way down to coordinate search-and-rescue.’ ” He transformed back. “I mean, honestly, how do you keep your food down?”

            Thor took out a small device that then expanded. It was a muzzle, which he then placed on Loki’s mouth. “Shut up.”

            (Y/N) snickered at Loki’s face and followed everyone to the elevator. She just wanted to go home and sleep for days. Unfortunately, now she had to deal with being right next to Loki and a bunch of SHIELD agents.

            Carrying a silver briefcase with the Tesseract in it, Stark was the last to get into the elevator after the SHIELD agents sent it back up. Behind him, Hulk attempted to get in.

            “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Thor.

            “Hey, hey. Buddy!” said Stark. “What do you think? Maximum occupancy has been reached.”

            The doors began to slide closed as Hulk growled.

            “Take the stairs,” advised Hawkeye.

            “Yeah,” said Stark.

            Hulk was getting annoyed.

            If I have to deal with a brawl with the Hulk, I’m running away to a random island where none of this shit will bother me again, thought (Y/N).

            “Stop, stop,” said Stark as Hulk raised a fist.

            Too late. As the doors closed, Hulk dented them.

            “Oh, come on,” said Stark, exasperated.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the dent. “I would hate to get hit by that.”

            Loki glared at her, but she just smiled innocently at him. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. They all walked out into Stark Tower’s lobby. Six armed guards remained on either side of Loki, and most of the other avoided being near him, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She was right in front of him while Stark and Thor walked farther up. They halted in front of some SHIELD higher-ups, including Mr. Pierce. (Y/N) found him as disgusting as every other government official, especially since he always looked out for himself more than the good of the people.

            “Uh, may I ask you where you’re going?” questioned Pierce.

            “Bit of lunch and then Asgard,” said Thor. “I’m sorry, you are…?”

            “Alexander Pierce,” answered Stark, “He’s the man above the folks behind Nick Fury.”

            “Oh,” said Thor in realization.

            “My friends call me Mr. Secretary,” said Pierce.

            “More like Mr. Suspicious,” muttered (Y/N).

            The guards to either side didn’t hear her, but Loki’s eyes crinkled in a smile that couldn’t be seen because of his muzzle.

            “I’m going to have to ask you to turn that prisoner and the girl over to me,” said Pierce.

            “Excuse me?” questioned (Y/N), crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

            “We were recording as much as we could of Loki in Stark Tower. You gave off some strong energy similar to the Tesseract,” said Pierce.

            Shit, thought (Y/N), sighing.

            Thor and Stark turned to her, and she shrugged casually. There was no point in denying what she’d done if there was proof.

            “We are going to investigate what caused it,” said Pierce.

            “By experimenting on me?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow challengingly.

            “You will just be participating in some tests,” replied Pierce.

            Thor butted in. “Loki will be answering to Odin himself, and Asgard has knowledge beyond Earth’s. We would be able to help Lady (Y/N) there.”

            “No, he’s going to answer to us. Odin can have what’s left. And she will be perfectly fine in our care,” said Pierce.

            Care my ass. You’re going to turn me into a brainwashed weapon who will do all your dirty work.

            Loki and (Y/N) simultaneously rolled their eyes.

            “And I’m going to need that case,” said Pierce, glancing down at the Tesseract’s container. “That’s been SHIELD’s property for over seventy years.”

            One of Pierce’s associates tried to take the case from Stark, who pushed him back.

            “Hand over the case, Stark,” ordered Pierce.

            Thor and Stark put up a hand to keep the government officials back.

            “I’m not gonna argue who’s the higher authority here,” said Stark.

            “I need the case,” enunciated Pierce.

            “I know you’ve got a lot of pull, I’m just saying, jurisdiction…” said Stark.

            “Okay, then give me the case,” said Pierce, becoming annoyed. He grabbed the case’s handle.

            “Well, jurisdiction…” The billionaire tightened his hold, even as multiple agents tried to take it from him.

            “Hand it over,” ordered an agent.

            “Get your hands off me!” exclaimed Stark.

            Before Pierce or Stark could further argue, Thor plucked the suitcase out of Stark’s hands. Everyone’s eyes went to the tall, muscular man.

            “This will return to Asgard. My people will guard it properly,” said Thor.

            No one was about to argue with the god.

            “Fine.” The words came out sharply from Pierce, frustrated at having been thwarted but knowing he didn’t have the power at the moment to challenge Thor. He turned to (Y/N), and she narrowed her eyes. “So, you have your prisoner and your artifact. We’ll be leaving with Miss (Y/N) in order to discuss the strange power surges we sensed during the battle.”

            No thanks, no way in Hell, thought (Y/N). And so she turned to Thor and smiled. “Actually, I’d like to learn what Asgard’s knowledge on such power is. They clearly have more experience than Earth does.”

            Loki nearly snorted with laughter at how sickly-sweet (Y/N) was being. (Y/N) glared at him with a look that said “don’t-mess-this-up-this-is-my-ticket-out.”

            Thor didn’t notice the exchanged and grinned. “What a fine idea, Lady (Y/N)! I’m glad you agree!” He smiled at Stark, Pierce, and the rest of the mortals. “Well, then, we’ll be heading off!”

            “Do not do that disappearing-portal-thing in the middle of my building,” said Stark. “It’s been through enough already. Pepper’s gonna kill me about the remodeling costs.”

            “The park is big enough,” said Captain America.

            “Excellent!” Thor grabbed Loki and hauled him with him.

            (Y/N) smirked at Pierce before following them out. She had no idea what she was about to step into, but if it meant getting out of Pierce and SHIELD’s control and having some autonomy, then (Y/N) was going to take the opportunity. She was going to find freedom.

            (But seriously, did it have to involve god politics?)

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Loki associations in Tolkien's legendarium, part 2

[Part 1]

The Bound God: Loki’s similarities with Melkor

This post includes personal and fannish interpretations on the characters. CW for mentions of violence and torture (as described in their canon/myth – their fates are not nice).

In the Silmarillion, Melkor is said to be the mightiest of the Ainur, but his spiritual brother Manwë Súlimo is the one who becomes the High King of Arda. Loki, too, has an influential blood-brother in Odin Allfather, King of the Æsir. Like Manwë Súlimo, Odin is pictured as a ruling figure, sitting on a high seat where he can watch the entire world. Odin’s companions are his two ravens and wolves; while ravens work for Odin, Manwë has his eagles. Interestingly, Odin’s hall is called Valaskjálf. In Tolkien’s legendarium, a Vala mean a being similar to the Æsir in Norse mythology. (On the contrary, Odin’s famous byname Allfather has been given to the creator god Eru Ilúvatar in Tolkien’s legendarium; Ilúvatar means Allfather.) Relationship between Loki and Odin is rather complicated, just like the relationship between Melkor and Manwë. It’s clear that both Manwë and Odin care about their brother, but in the end, both of them end up using their power over their renegade brother, imprisoning them.

Already in the beginning, Melkor’s behaviour is very individualistic. Before the creation of the universe, he often wanders alone in void places, seeking the Imperishable Flame. It is said that he had a desire to create things of his own, and he was impatient. During the creation process, which is made by music, he makes music that is not harmonious with others, creating discord.

Loki can be seen as a Trickster god who is a boundary-crosser and breaks both physical and societal rules. Also, Melkor, going where no one else goes and disobeying the rules during the Music of Ainur, can be seen as a Trickster figure. Tricksters, like Loki, are often known to create disruptions that cause change. Melkor’s discord is a disruption to Eru’s plans, causing changes in the great plan. Still, it can be said that both Loki and Melkor’s influence is needed to prevent stagnation.

Odin gives Loki a place in Asgard, and Manwë allows Melkor to enter Eä. Neither of them is fully trusted, however. In Melkor’s case, he becomes openly antagonistic earlier; Loki stays with the Æsir and helps them (also plays tricks on them) longer before the eventual rift. Melkor continues to cause disruptions in the advanced creation of the world: he meddles in all that is done, and he is said to kindle great fires. In Asgard, Loki’s help is essential in creating protective walls around the place and giving the Æsir their most important weapons. Because of their actions, both Melkor and Loki are sometimes viewed as linked to chaos, although I personally see them rather linked to disruptions and change. But I agree there’s a certain Surtr-like chaos element in Melkor (Surtr is a jötunn connected to flames and chaos).

Soon after, Melkor builds his first underground fortress Utumno, and later, Angband. These places are connected with fire and volcanos, and also earthquakes. Many people connect Loki with fire even though there’s actually no mention of this in the Eddic sources. I’m going to return to this connection to transformative fire in the next part where I’ll discuss Mairon and Loki. In the end, when Loki is imprisoned underground, he is causing earthquakes with his movements. Melkor’s presence in a place creates volcanic eruptions.

Melkor causes universal destruction by destroying first the Two Lamps (the main source of light in the world), and later, the Two Trees. The destruction Loki causes is more mischievous or opportunistic, but he is also capable of causing a universal crisis, for example with his involvement in the capture of Idunn, the goddess of youth.

Like Loki, Melkor appears also as a thief. The theft of the Silmarils is a major event in the Silmarillion. At this time, Melkor is allied with Ungoliant, a monster in spider form. Loki is associated with spiders in shared personal gnosis, and eight-legged creatures in general.

One of Loki’s bynames is “Father of Monsters”. Loki is indeed a father of a couple of monstruous beings, and in one Eddic poem it’s said that Loki gave birth to the monsters. Melkor is also surrounded by monstruous beings. He creates Orcs and dragons. Balrogs that serve him might have been different kind of Ainur before Melkor’s influence changed them.

One of the famous myths about Loki is Loki’s quarrel where he goes to a feast where all the gods and some elves are celebrating and starts a quarrel by telling uncomfortable truths and basically irritating everyone present. Melkor, while in Valinor, causes unrest by telling lies or half-truths and makes Fëanor quarrel with his brother, causing a family feud.

But it’s in the eventual fate of both Melkor and Loki where their similarities are shown in an especially powerful way. In the end, The Æsir capture Loki and take him to an underground cave, bind him on a rock with the entrails of his own son and put a poison-dripping snake over him. There Loki writhes in torment until the end of the world, Ragnarök, when he becomes free and leads a monstruous army in the last battle against the Æsir. Melkor is similarly captured and imprisoned by the Valar and bound with the chain Angainor. His very own crown is made into a collar to bind him, keeping him in a painful position. Loki is cast underground, and Melkor is cast in the Void. But there’s a prophecy that Melkor will return one day and attack Arda, and that will be the last battle of the world.

Next: The Cunning God: Loki’s similarities with Mairon

[deafeningladyruins]

A swim to remember

Back with another little story with Loki

As Loki and I arrived at the private swimming area, a secluded oasis surrounded by lush greenery, anticipation filled the air. The sparkling waters beckoned us to dive in and escape the world for a while. As we approached the edge of the pool, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with the warmth of Loki's hand in mine.

Loki turned to me with a mischievous smile. "Are you ready for our little aquatic adventure, my love?" he asked, his eyes filled with playful anticipation. I grinned, feeling the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Absolutely. Let's make some unforgettable memories today," I replied, squeezing his hand.

With each step, the worries of the outside world melted away, leaving only the two of us in this hidden paradise. The sun's golden rays danced on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing display that mirrored the growing affection between us.

As we waded into the crystal-clear pool, the cool water embraced our bodies, refreshing us from the summer heat. Loki swam closer, his eyes locked with mine.

He chuckled softly. "You look breathtaking in the water, my love. Like a mythical creature from the depths of the ocean," Loki said, his voice filled with admiration. I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "And you, my mischievous god, are irresistible," I replied, splashing water playfully towards him.

Our playful splashes gradually transformed into gentle caresses, our fingers intertwining under the water. Loki's touch sent shivers down my spine, a feeling of connection that transcended the physical realm. We moved closer, our bodies drawing together as if pulled by an invisible force.

In the water's embrace, Loki's gaze held a mixture of desire and tenderness. His lips brushed against mine, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen kiss. The world around us faded into insignificance as our bodies pressed against each other, the water amplifying the intensity of our shared moment.

Loki pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with a softness I had never seen before. "I never knew love could feel so profound," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. I smiled, my heart overflowing with emotion. "With you, Loki, every moment is magical. You've opened my eyes to a love I never thought possible," I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon, we found ourselves floating side by side. Loki's arms wrapped protectively around me, his heartbeat reverberating against my back. In that serene moment, time stood still, and all that mattered was the unbreakable bond we shared.

Loki rested his head against mine, his voice filled with tenderness. "I love you more than words can express. This place, this moment—it's a testament to the depth of our love," he murmured, his words a gentle caress against my ear. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I looked into his eyes, my voice filled with emotion. "And I love you with all my heart, Loki. You've shown me a love that transcends space and time," I whispered, sealing our love with a kiss.

In that private swimming area, as the day faded into night, our love blossomed amidst the whispers of the water. We knew that this place would forever hold a special meaning for us, a sanctuary where our souls had merged and our love had reached new depths.

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[dreamlandcreations]

Grinch green

Loki x Maximoff!Reader

Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…

Warnings: mentioned symptoms of hypothermia, enemies to (almost) lovers, idiots in love, Loki’s sense of self-worth is kinda nonexistent, drunk Reader, mention of celebrating Christmas, height difference

Written for @startrekkingaroundasgard's Winter Gift Exchange '22 event. An incredibly belated gift for @pastelmoomoo

note: if Maximoff!Reader is not your thing then pls ignore that bit and just treat her as a powered person, I’m pretty sure I deleted everything that would imply that or a physical description but I wanted to do a 2nd part so I decided to leave in this bit for that plot

~ 1,3K words

Out of all the Avengers, you’d think Loki would be the most useful if you get stuck in an ice realm, but no, his highness is quite chill in the freezing weather and not at all bothered that the ruins of the old castle where you found shelter from the storm provides no warmth at all.

Meanwhile, you are looking for anything you can use your powers on to seal the holes on the roof and cracks by the broken windows but you have no idea how anything could survive in this temperature. Your ability to transform and use living organisms with your magic always focused on plant life, however, at the moment you are tempted to make your annoying temporary partner’s blood boil and this time not just figuratively with rage as you usually do. 

Actually, you have no idea what you’ve done to deserve his instant hatred but this was the case ever since you met and he seemed to be determined to make you hate him too so you played with the cards you were dealt with. Just like now, bickering over everything, calling out his lack of concern and unhelpfulness but your insults sound weak when your teeth are clattering together so hard you start to stutter the words. 

Too busy with your grumbling, you don’t look back at Loki so you wouldn’t notice his worried expression as he regards your shivering form. He doesn’t say anything when you stop looking for a solution and slide down against a wall, resting your forehead on your knees and hugging your legs as you will your mind to start working again.

Before the sleepiness could take you under, you feel a weight land on you. Loki dropped his coat on you, leaning down to pull the cold fabric around your frame and suddenly lifted you up in his arms, moving forward without another word. You were too cold and too tired to even question him let alone argue so you just focused on trying to stay awake.

Not much later, he found the kitchen, which was still mostly intact, and put you on the table near the fireplace-looking stove and began to break chairs to start a fire. 

When he was satisfied with his work he pulled the heavy table even closer to the fire. He was out of the door by the time you started to get yourself together, only shouting to you as an afterthought that he'll scout around.

The unsaid order of you waiting here made you huff in annoyance but he was gone before you could start your usual bickering match.

A few hours later he found you dancing in front of the fire, drinking something while spinning until you were too dizzy to continue.

“What are you doing?”

“Loki!” You exclaim cheerfully as you see him, seemingly happy to have him there, which is never the case in normal circumstances. 

Loki narrows his eyes at you in suspicion, examining your glassy eyes and wide grin as his gaze slips to the bottle in your hand. “What is that?”

“Well, it remotely tastes like alcohol.” You answer nonchalantly before taking another sip.

He marches over to you, grabbing the bottle by enveloping your hand between his palm and the dusty item to take a look at it. “How much of this did you have?”

“It wasn’t all me.” You stare up at him pouting innocently but your mischievous giggle ruins your drunken act. “I shared with the flames.”

“I think that was quite enough for you, little witch.” 

“Hey!” You reach for the bottle he easily took and lose your balance, landing in his arms with a flustered “Oh.”

He lifts you up once again, taking a seat on the table, with you in his lap, holding you in silence for a long while.

“I found the portal but we will have to wait until the storm is gone.” Meaning, you will have to wait until you won’t freeze to death outside. But it was nice of him to not go there for a change.

“Ugh, it could take days,” you whine, which he finds oddly adorable, especially in your current state.

A shocked gasp is followed by another complaint. “We are going to miss Christmas.”

“Oh, dear. How are we going to survive that tragedy?” His mocking comment makes your pout return paired with a wrinkled forehead and he can’t decide which he wants to kiss away first.

“You’re a real Scrooge, you know? No…” you drag the last syllable as you our eyes widen with delight once again, “green.” You giggle as you come to a conclusion. “Grinch, you are the Grinch.”

He says nothing to your jesting, rather choosing to ignore you as he gets lost in his thoughts and stares into the fire.

When Loki thinks you have fallen a sleep, his gaze flickers to you, finding your eyes locked on him already and much to his confusion there’s a soft expression on your face as you study his features.

He doesn’t dare to breathe as you reach out, lightly caressing his cheek with your fingertips and he feels his skin vibrate with magic as he turns to his natural colouring.

“Hmm, I like you in blue too,” you sigh as you trace his marks delicately.  

You are surprised he lets you touch him, see him. He seems so vulnerable that makes your heart ache and your expression must show something of your emotions because he frowns angrily and leans away from your reach.

As he tries to stand, you let out a complaining noise that’s halfway through a weak grunt and a whine. Looking down, he takes in your confused but still adoring gaze. Breaths stuck in his lungs, not daring to move an inch, afraid to break the dream-like moment, he lets you touch him again.

He frowns at you with disbelief. “Are you not…?” 

“Scared?” Not exactly the word he would have used but an almost imperceivable tilt of his head says ‘sure’ so you answer his question in more ways than you realise. “Maybe I’d find these red eyes scary if they weren’t so sad and full of hurt all the time.”

Those expressive eyes become shiny with tears he struggles to hold back as he fights the urge to look away, or perhaps even to run away from you.

“I wish you would let someone close,” you sigh as your gaze follows the path of his marks. “I wish you wouldn’t hate me.”

It’s no more than a whisper but he hears it. A stuttering sigh escapes him as your fingers graze along the marks on his forehead then down his nose just to reach his lips and stop there for a moment before your hand fists into the fabric of his neckline, pulling him closer and closer.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the opportunity to find out how your lips would feel like on his own because as soon as your eyes flattered close your body went limp in his arms. 

His first reaction was to get overwhelmed with worry again but after checking your pulse and breathing he huffed out a simultaneously relieved and annoyed laugh as he realised you have just fallen asleep. 

Unable to look away from you, he thinks about all the things you have said and done in the past few minutes and starts to question his reasoning to keep you at arms length. Maybe he did have a chance with you, and maybe, just maybe he was good enough for once. His thoughts going so far as wondering if he might even deserve to be loved. Then again his doubts took over, blaming everything on your drunken state, with only a tiny bit of hope remaining that you might be feeling something for him too.

With a heavy sigh, Loki laid down with you next to him, pulling your back to his chest, providing more heat with his body now that he was starting to warm up as well. He would let you rest as he lies awake and thinks or probably overthinks things. His interrogation can wait until the morning, after all, you had a lot to discuss.

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆   Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

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A deep scarlet adornment bedecked the divinity's countenance as a rising heat impaled her. She stood stiff in front of Loki with her back pressed against the wall, her hands clenched in fists behind her back, looking for some way to calm her heart. She had so much to say, but still found herself at a loss for words. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears; she could feel her blood boiling with heat like that of Muspelheim itself; these flames threatened to envelop her soul and burn her alive. Nevertheless , she meekly stifled such siege with a sudden stiffening of her frame and a frantic avoidance of eye contact.

Had this been anyone else, she'd kiss them immediately, if only to put them under her utmost control and demand. However, she knew the God before her was far too powerful to be enchanted by her venomous lips. Being one for lies and tricks, he probably was having a laugh at her anxiousness. With Thor, she knew he wouldn't reciprocate her kiss because he didn't love her. With Loki, she knew he wouldn't reciprocate her kiss because she loved him yet he felt undeserving of love. Even if this were but a mere jest, it was a cruel for the both of them. Still, her features instinctively contort with a tight discomfort 'pon stepping forward, a dainty hand immediately cupping a side of his face in support.

There is an embarrassing delay in the kiss, a barely perceivable lapse of time in which countless feelings intertwine and intermingle together into an odd amalgamation barren of terminology. Eventually, their lips were being shyly pressed together in a hesitant push-and-pull fashion, like they were afraid of furthering this interaction whilst simultaneously afraid of letting go. One of them had to let go, and in this instance it was Amora. She stepped back and folded her arms, forcing a mischievous grin if only to hide her pain. ❛ Did that satisfy your needs, Loki ? ❜

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, damian wayne ( dc ), jaskier ( the witcher ), loki laufeyson ( marvel ), and steve rogers ( marvel ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, percy!

( dc, dupes not allowed.  aramis knight, he/they, non-binary. )  ——-  hey, is that ( damian wayne ) hanging around ( vervain animal hospital )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty ) year old ( veternarian student & animal hospital volunteer ) and ( doing art )? they’re notorious for being ( perceptive ) yet ( arrogant ), and i always seem to hear ( perfect ) by ( hedley ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( being one of the best people with animals ), and they’re associated with ( a kind heart hidden carefully behind a mask of arrogance and indifference, bruises and scars that tell different stories, and the determination to right the sins of the past ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( blinded by their upbringing in the league of assassins for so long and doing horrific things ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

( the witcher, dupes not allowed.  joey batey, he/they non-binary. )  ——-  hey, is that ( jaskier ) hanging around ( showtime theater )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( forty ) year old ( musician ) and ( writing new songs )? they’re notorious for being ( observant ) yet ( melodramatic ), and i always seem to hear ( hard to be the bard ) by ( christian borle ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( writing hit after hit with each new song ), and they’re associated with ( a charming, welcoming smile and a keen eye, fingers casually strumming over a lute, plucking away at new ideas, and fingertips rubbing uneasily recalling the remnants of flames licking against them ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not being able to protect his self made family ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

( marvel, dupes not allowed.  avan jogia, she/he/they, genderfluid. )  ——-  hey, is that ( loki laufeyson ) hanging around ( rose library )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-five ) year old ( freelance writer ) and ( causing mischief around the island )? they’re notorious for being ( adaptable ) yet ( mischievous ), and i always seem to hear ( nothing stopping me ) by ( vicetone ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( always being behind some sort of mischief happening ), and they’re associated with ( green tendrils of magic spilling over their fingers, emerald eyes glittering with the promiseof mischief, and a broken, shattered heart hidden behind smart quips and an air of charm ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( allowing people to almost manipulate them into becoming the villain of the story once again ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

( marvel, dupes not allowed.  oscar isaac, he/him, cis man. )  ——-  hey, is that ( steve rogers ) hanging around ( celestire museum )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( thirty-six ) year old ( art professor ) and ( sketching )? they’re notorious for being ( courageous ) yet ( stubborn ), and i always seem to hear ( art of war ) by ( we the kings ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( returning to civilian life after becoming disillusioned in the wake of a traumatic event ), and they’re associated with ( the will to continue standing back up to fight for what's right, pain hidden and locked away behind a smile, and a shield flying through the air ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not being able to protect everyone ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ percy, 26 / mst, she/her. ]

[evicted-oc]

ஓ๑ Loki the god of mischief, trickery, and deception ๑ஓ

═════════ஓ๑ Godly Information ๑ஓ═════════

ஓ๑ He's a god in Norse mythology who is known to change his appearance and sex

ஓ๑ He needs to mess with people to keep his energy up

ஓ๑ Trouble seems to follow him around and he welcomes it

ஓ๑ He is technically a frost giant, but Odin adopted him so now he's considered a god

ஓ๑ As a god, he has many magical abilities

══ஓ๑ Astral Projection

════ஓ๑ Can talk to people from afar without being present

══ஓ๑ Shape shifting

════ஓ๑ Can turn into anything or anyone, including changing into the opposite sex

══ஓ๑ Telekinesis

════ஓ๑ Can control objects with his mind

══ஓ๑ Molecular Rearrangement

════ஓ๑ Can turn anything into anything else

══ஓ๑ Energy Blasts

════ஓ๑ Can release a strong blast of energy to a specific target

══ஓ๑ Levitation

════ஓ๑ Can lift himself, someone else, or objects

══ஓ๑ Conjuration

════ஓ๑ Can form items out of thin air

══ஓ๑ Cryokinesis

════ஓ๑ Can manipulate and control ice

══ஓ๑ Teleportation

════ஓ๑ Can teleport over short distances, disappears and reappears in a green flame

ஓ๑ Unfortunately, due to him being sent to earth to live amongst the Midgaurds, he is not able to freely use his powers. Each of them make him very tired after too much usage. The only two he can use freely are Astral projection, and levitation

═════════ஓ๑ Godly Appearance ๑ஓ═════════

ஓ๑ Blonde, braided hair and green eyes

ஓ๑ Very thin and is 6'3 | 190 cm

ஓ๑ Has pale and see through skin, but is a light blue in giant form

ஓ๑ Has scars on his lips from them being sewn shut and then ripped open

ஓ๑ Tends to shape shift himself into what is considered handsome depending where in the world he's in

════════ஓ๑ Midguard Appearance ๑ஓ════════

ஓ๑ Natural black hair but bleaches it to platinum cool blonde, green eyes

ஓ๑ Very thin and is 5'6 | 167 cm | 23 years old

ஓ๑ Pale, but slightly more tan compared to his god form and is covered in tattoos from collarbones down to his hips

ஓ๑ One scar that starts just above his right cupids bow and goes down to just under his bottom lip

ஓ๑ Has a very thick Scottish accent

ஓ๑ He has to earn money somehow on earth, so he joined a well known band. He is the lead guitarist. He also does acting on the side

ஓ๑ He likes to wear darker clothing and prefers to show off some skin

════════════ஓ๑ Personality ๑ஓ════════════

ஓ๑ Mischievous, sassy, chaotic, self confident, playful, reckless, clever, horny, smart, greedy

ஓ๑ Dispite those rather harsh words, he is very loving, charming, and charismatic

ஓ๑ He has very devious antics

ஓ๑ Loves to irritate people for no reason

ஓ๑ Likes to stab his brother just because he wants to

ஓ๑ He wants to do his own thing even if he's walking to his own doom

ஓ๑ He isn't exactly evil or good. He vibes in the middle and causes his own chaos

═══════════ஓ๑ Preferences ๑ஓ═══════════

ஓ๑ Likes

══ஓ๑ Playing guitar, acting, listening to music, attention, annoying Donn (and his other partners), snakes, taking candy from kids, praise, winning, power, chaos, talking, getting what he wants, sweets

ஓ๑ Dislikes

══ஓ๑ Being told no, not getting his way, weakness, being sassed at, questioning his power, lightening, thunder, the gym

═════════════ஓ๑ Nsfw ๑ஓ═════════════

ஓ๑ Extremely bratty and demanding sub

ஓ๑ He is used to subbing as Donn prefers to dom

ஓ๑ Kinks

══ஓ๑ Public | his favorite, breeding | receiving, punishment | receiving, marking | giving + receiving, size, hosiery, breath play | receiving, spanking | giving + receiving, exhibitionism, BDSM, edging | giving + receiving, blood play | receiving, free use, fisting | receiving, face sitting | giving

═══════════ஓ๑ Relationships ๑ஓ═══════════

ஓ๑ Bisexual | Polyamorous

ஓ๑ Dating

══ஓ๑ Donn | ♡ 12 ♡ 17 ♡ 2019 ♡

══ஓ๑ @romeochen | ♡ 4 ♡ 23 ♡ 2023

══ஓ๑ Will date 2 more people with Donn | 1/2

══ஓ๑ Will date up to 3 more people | 0/3

ஓ๑ Friends

══ஓ๑ Thor | Brother

══ஓ๑ Hœnir | Bestie

══ஓ๑ Morrigan | Close friends

ஓ๑ Pets

══ஓ๑ Nugget | Corgi Puppy

[kick-the-clouds]

Unmasking the Shadows: Delving into the Complexities of Hatred Through the Lens of History

In the eerie depths of human existence, hatred lurks as a potent force, shaping destinies and shattering hearts. Its origins are as ancient as time itself, woven into the tapestry of human history. But what exactly is hatred? How can we perceive its insidious presence, both in others and within our own souls? Let us embark on a journey through the annals of time, unearthing random, obscure historical examples that illuminate the nuances of this enigma. Behold the tale of Gaius Cassius Longinus, a Roman senator consumed by seething animosity towards Julius Caesar. His bitter resentment festered in the shadows until it birthed a conspiracy, culminating in the assassination of a once-mighty emperor. Longinus, draped in envy and spite, unveiled his true colors, leaving an indelible mark on Rome's history. But hatred does not always manifest in grandiose plots against emperors. Consider the enmity that raged between Elizabeth Tudor and Mary Stuart, two queens locked in a battle of resentment and rivalry. Their animosity was like a festering wound, fueled by political power struggles and personal grievances, ultimately leading to a tragic demise. As we traverse further back in time, to the depths of antiquity, we encounter the legends of Eris, the Greek goddess of strife, and Loki, the mischievous Norse deity. Both deities reveled in sowing seeds of hatred, igniting discord among gods and mortals alike. Their capricious nature serves as a reminder of how hatred can thrive in the most unexpected of places. Closer to the present day, we find the relentless hatred that once consumed a nation torn apart by racial prejudices. The story of Ruby Bridges, a young African American girl who braved hatred and discrimination to become the first black student to integrate an all-white school, shines a vivid light on the enduring power of hatred in our society. Through these fragmented historical glimpses, we begin to discern the intricate web of hatred. Its roots often lie in envy, fear, injustice, or a cocktail of emotions buried deep within the human psyche. Hatred is born from ignorance and nurtured by misinformation, prejudiced ideologies, and the relentless pursuit of power. Yet, our exploration of hatred is not merely an external examination. It is an invitation to introspection, urging each one of us to face the shadows within ourselves. For we are all capable of harboring the seeds of animosity, oblivious to its corrosive effects on our lives and those around us. To identify hatred, both within others and within ourselves, we must cultivate empathy, compassion, and self-awareness. By peering into the chasms of history, we gain a deeper understanding of the consequences of unchecked hatred. Only then can we strive to embrace love, understanding, and unity, illuminating the path towards a more harmonious world. In the grand tapestry of existence, hatred will forever be a part of the human experience. But through our collective efforts, we can tame its ferocious flames, transforming the world one act of kindness at a time. Let us embark on this arduous yet profoundly enlightening journey, unmasking the shadows and embracing the light that resides within us all.

[foxgloveprincess]

Okay hear me out hear me out-

Pagan god au. The brothers Thor and Loki...obvious right but like hear me out because their characters are v different from the myths. Like? Being brothers and sons of Odin (ish.)

Loki, trickster god of magic, change, and winter. Thor, warrior god of thunder, storms, fertility, summer.

Reader, priestess of Thor, devoting her life to quietly serving him. Waking early in the morning to light the candles, to clear offerings after the appropriate time for the sacrificial flames. Lighting incense, preparing for festivals, offering soft guidance for wayward souls.

And of course, as a priestess, her life devoted to Thor, she is unwed and untouched.

And Loki...uh...er...fuck I'm sorry I ran out of thought but like! Imagine!!! God Loki taking his brother's priestess!!

Or!!! One of those traditions where a girl is selected as a sacrifice to a god. But they're selected years ahead of time so they get excellent treatment but know they're going to be killed.

And the reader, secretly, knowing she's been placed at Thor's feet to die, prays to Loki, who in so many ways represents disruption, change-true, chaotic freedom.

And then, when bound to the stone dias, blindfolded, she is taken-only it's Loki's hands, Loki's cock. Thor is furious, but Loki has claimed his prize, so the ,city will have to suffer.

I've been binging your god stories, can you tell? They're excellent and I have more ideas I swear. Some for Clint, one for Natasha, but I don't want to send you a book of rambling. Anyway thank you so much for writing what you did, I just wanted to share some thoughts I had!!

My full response is under a cut cause it’s kinda a long one. 😅

I have to say, my Avengers Pantheon is probably my favorite AU I’ve written. It combines so much of my love of Greek Mythology and soft darkness. It just makes me so happy inside to write it. And I’m thrilled when I see people love it just as much as I do. 😊

And I love this idea of the sacrifice to Thor stolen by Loki. It’s such a good dynamic for their characters and their relationship. It fits so well.

Right now, I’m working on something with a priestess reader, but she is not a priestess of Thor. It takes some inspiration from one of my favorite myths (Eros and Psyche). I can’t say exactly how far along it is in terms of percentages, but it’s around 3,000 words right now (I think?). And it has a lot of similar themes to what your idea has, if your squint. I’m really excited to finish it and share it.

In my AU, I do have an idea for Thor and the object of his affection. Not sure I’ll say exactly their storyline. But LOKI!!! How could I overlook Loki?!? He fits the whole pagan god archetype so well—mischievous, hedonistic, flawed. My brains gonna have to rumble around that thought………though I just had a little spark of idea, perhaps inspired by another favorite Greek myth….I shall have a think on it. 😄

As for Natasha, I kinda have a headcanon (is it a headcanon if it’s your own story?) that, especially for the first two stories, she kinda helps pluck the strings and plays matchmaker for Tony, Steve, and Bucky on their quests to claim their loves. I don’t know what kind of reader she would have, or Clint for that matter. I don’t usually write for him alone. I can write for Natasha alone, but if Clint’s involved, they’re a package deal. But I’d love to hear your thoughts on them!

Never hesitate to send me all the rambling you want. I love talking about things with people. It makes me so happy to interact with followers/readers and I’d love to know where your mind takes you with this AU. Thank you so much for making my day with this lovely message. 💜

[use-your-telescope]

YO, K.

You have -- WOWOWOWOWOWOW YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF MY FRIEND. I read this three times already and waited to reblog until I had a chance to full on f r e a k over how delightful this is.

Loki huffs as the two of you cross the threshold into his rooms, kicking the heavy golden door shut behind him, the impact reverberating off the stone walls with a resounding thud.   Norns, he’s as eager to get to the bedchamber as you are. And rightly so – it’s been days.  “Loki!” You giggle as you turn to him, warm laughter faltering at the sight of his solemn countenance, a shift that tinges the atmosphere with something you can’t quite place.   It’s unexpected, yet familiar. Anticipation simmers in your stomach as he releases your hand, jerking his chin toward the blazing hearth at the center of his study. 

This passage starts off with so many lovely sensory details that give such a cozy feel to everything, which then builds when you add in the details about the hearth. Love it!

Your reunion at the celebratory feast had been nothing short of scintillating – a mirthful evening of rousing conversation, stolen glances, abundant wine, and teasing touches.  But it hadn’t been enough. With Loki, it’s never enough. 

UGH. The word choice here - so perfect for the environment and for the world this takes place in, and the diction/rhythm is just *chef's kiss*

His jaw is set, the muscles of his neck subtly tensing as he holds his head high, nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes bore through you.

Can we talk about these little details? OOOOOOH LAWDY they are painting a beautiful, H word image in my mind 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

The fire emits a symphony of pops and snaps, flames lapping at the logs in an enchanting waltz as Loki stalks forward, commanding your attention with each step. He unfastens his cloak, draping it over the settee. You wonder why you’re not already draped across the sofa, Loki’s body pressing into yours. But you dare not move from your designated spot, especially when you notice the devious glint in his sharp, calculating gaze. “It’s been much too long, love.” He’s in front of you now, poised and majestic and biting his lip in the most devastating way. The crackling fire crescendos as logs shift, casting shadows that flicker and sway throughout the chamber, and you furtively take a small step to the left. It’s a vain endeavor to quell the mounting ache between your thighs, but at least the new position allows the amber light to accentuate each curve of your silhouette. Because whatever little game Loki’s planning, you intend to win.

HOLY FUCK. The musical imagery tied with the fire, and integrating it with the dance metaphor?! I cannot. You broke me before we even got to the main event!!!

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, his palm flat against your collarbone. “Remain where you are so that I may get a good look at you.”  “I believe you did enough looking during the feast,” you quip, finally catching your breath. Loki takes another step back, eyes crinkling in mirth and appearing every bit the mischievous god that he is.  “There wasn’t much else that could be done in front of the Allfather and half of Asgard, now was there, darling? And surely you cannot fault me for wanting to admire a divine creature such as yourself.” 

Okay, I love that reader is snarky and bratty in this, and I love the chemistry it provides between Loki and reader! And I also love his retort at the end of this - "There wasn't much else that could be done in front of the Allfather and half of Asgard, now was there, darling?" made me crack up.

“Careful, little one. Do not lie to me. Not when both know your intentions are less than honorable, what with that rousing performance licking the ambrosia from your fingertips at the high table.”  An impish smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he circles you, the stealth movement reminding you of a predator on the prowl. You refuse to be his prey. For now, anyway.  “Oh, that? Merely an ill-timed consequence of misplacing the serviette.” 

Picturing this in my mind, between the predator/prey comparison and the teasing "oh, don't mind me, casually misplacing things so I can tease the hell out of Loki at the high table in front of everyone!" was h o t. Yasssss

It’s an addicting action he knows drives you wild, and, in the haze of lust he’s conjuring, you don’t realize he’s deftly unclasping the pin at the shoulder of your gown.    A small gasp escapes you as the silken bodice pools around your waist. Even with the hearth burning beside you, the air in the chamber is crisp, and Loki’s hands are cooler still. He circles you again, tugging the lustrous material over your hips, a smug grin adorning his face as you stand completely bare before him. You straighten your shoulders as he retreats, his pupils expanding with unabated lust as he drinks in the sight of you.  The light ebbs and flows around you, but your eyes are solely focused on each other as Loki settles into the plush velvet armchair across from where you stand. 

me internally: LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The descriptions, the interplay between hot and cold, the contrast between silk and velvet... YES YES YES!!!

“So brazen,” you tease, stepping out of your slippers and lightly kicking your discarded garment to the side. “But I thought you fancied yourself a benevolent god, Loki.”  “Hmm? Oh, yes,” he says, eyeing the front of his trousers. “I suppose that was quite unfair of me, wasn’t it?” He waves his hand with a flourish, his clothing evaporating in a flash of emerald.  Gods, he's gorgeous. Golden light flickers across his immaculate physique and a part of you wants to stay here forever - committing the impossible splendor of this maddening man to memory.

Again, THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THESE TWO!! Swoon. Also, I love love love the phrase "committing the impossible splendor of this maddening man to memory."

He’s going to be the end of you. You shake your head, watching in awe as he widens his hips, the ripple of elegant muscle beneath his alabaster skin accentuated in the firelight – but it’s the sight of his beautiful cock resting against his thigh that makes your heart stutter. You’re gawking, too; you’re sure of it.

Holy shit, K. There have been many descriptions of cocks on the beloved hellsite, to the point where I don't usually bat an eye at the reveal, but this -- after the build up, then the way that you describe the whole scene here? Yes.

“You know–” he interrupts “–out there, in the wilds of Asgard, the vision of you on your knees, begging for me, possessed my every waking thought. In fact, darling, I was so preoccupied with thoughts of you that I nearly clipped Thor with a rogue arrow.” 

LOL. I'm picturing this and the scenarios that come to mind are all A+.

“Beg.” Your resolve shatters, words tumbling from you without conscious thought. “I need to touch you, Loki. Please.”  “Oh, you can do better than that, dove,” he taunts, languidly beginning to stroke himself. “Beg for me and I’ll give you exactly that which you desire.” 

YASSSSS LET'S GOOOOOOOOO.

“My king,” you say with an air of innocence, pride bubbling in your chest as Loki’s cock twitches in his palm. “I am yours. Completely.” Your gaze meets his as you caress his thighs, pushing them slightly outward as you lean forward. He exhales when your hand replaces his own, shifting in the chair as you emulate his unhurried strokes. “Words alone cannot express my eternal devotion.” His eyes glisten as he reaches down to tenderly grasp your chin, the pad of his thumb massaging  your bottom lip. “That isn’t–” Loki hesitates, his voice carrying a hint of wariness, and your heart aches for him. All these years and some small part of him still believes he’s unworthy of your affection. 

OH READER KNOWS WHAT LOKI NEEDS TO HEAR. I LOVE THIS. IT HURTS A LIL' BUT IN A GOOD WAY.

“Allow me to exalt you” is what you think you say before he guides himself into your mouth, but you’re not certain of anything right now. Except that he’s warm and heavy on your tongue, and the sweet, tangy taste of him is divine.  You hear him gasp from above, and you moan in turn, watching in fascination as he responds to your touch. He’s everything you desire and soon your fervent slurps and Loki’s soft grunts are the only sounds accompanying the crackles and pops of the fire.  

The sensory details!! Perfect balance of adding to the moment without overwhelming or distracting from the moment. A++++++

“Get up here, woman,” he instructs, eyes twinkling as he guides you to his lap. As you straddle his waist, Loki’s head tilts to the side, an expression of absolute reverence that no one – save for you – ever bears witness to on his handsome face.  “I love you.” It’s a whispered incantation on your skin, his cool breath sparking a yearning that burns brighter than any star in the night sky. Surely this must be what Valhalla feels like.

Yup, sated for a couple minutes. Yup, surely *this* must be what Valhalla feels like. 100/10.

The glow from the hearth illuminates his dimples as he grins up at you before playfully swatting your ass. “You know, I don’t believe you ever actually begged,” Loki says, turning his head to leisurely kiss along your inner wrist. “We’re going to have to rectify that.” 

Leave it to Loki to remember that reader didn't truly beg. I love that it came back at the end!!

“Is that a threat or a promise, your highness?” Truthfully, you aren’t sure which prospect excites you more, but without warning you’re in motion, a small shriek escaping you as the prince lifts you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs. Loki pretends to ponder your question as he lays you gently on the sofa, his practiced fingers dipping between your thighs. “I promise you this, my love: You’ll be begging for release before the night’s end.”

WHAT AN ENDING!!!! You, my truly talented and fantastic friend, absolutely KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK with this fic!! From start to finish, the pacing, tension, chemistry, details -- all absolutely sensational and divine. Cheers, my friend!!

Exaltation

AO3 | Loki Masterlist

Summary: In which you express the depths of your devotion to Loki of Asgard (whilst on your knees). Pairing: Prince!Loki x Female Reader Word count: 2.2k Tags/Content: Teasing, Bratty Behavior, Humor, Bit of Fluff, Praise, Smut, Oral (m receiving), Established Relationship, Second Person POV, No Y/N Rating: Mature; 18+ Author’s note: So, I’m kind of obsessed with writing Prince Loki at the moment. Perhaps this is the start of a new collection? Anyway, here’s a lil’ something for @sarahscribbles’ birthday celebration. I hope you enjoy these brats in love, my dear!

Loki huffs as the two of you cross the threshold into his rooms, kicking the heavy golden door shut behind him, the impact reverberating off the stone walls with a resounding thud.  

Norns, he’s as eager to get to the bedchamber as you are. And rightly so – it’s been days. 

“Loki!” You giggle as you turn to him, warm laughter faltering at the sight of his solemn countenance, a shift that tinges the atmosphere with something you can’t quite place.  

It’s unexpected, yet familiar. Anticipation simmers in your stomach as he releases your hand, jerking his chin toward the blazing hearth at the center of his study. 

“Over there. Now.”

Oh. 

Just a few hours earlier, Loki, Thor, and their entourage had returned from a week-long royal hunt. Your reunion at the celebratory feast had been nothing short of scintillating – a mirthful evening of rousing conversation, stolen glances, abundant wine, and teasing touches. 

But it hadn’t been enough. With Loki, it’s never enough. 

He’s always a bit insatiable after time apart, but tonight something is different. There’s a sense of determination emanating from him as he observes you following his order without hesitation. His jaw is set, the muscles of his neck subtly tensing as he holds his head high, nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes bore through you. 

It’s quite thrilling, really. 

The fire emits a symphony of pops and snaps, flames lapping at the logs in an enchanting waltz as Loki stalks forward, commanding your attention with each step. He unfastens his cloak, draping it over the settee. You wonder why you’re not already draped across the sofa, Loki’s body pressing into yours. But you dare not move from your designated spot, especially when you notice the devious glint in his sharp, calculating gaze.

“It’s been much too long, love.” He’s in front of you now, poised and majestic and biting his lip in the most devastating way. The crackling fire crescendos as logs shift, casting shadows that flicker and sway throughout the chamber, and you furtively take a small step to the left. It’s a vain endeavor to quell the mounting ache between your thighs, but at least the new position allows the amber light to accentuate each curve of your silhouette. Because whatever little game Loki’s planning, you intend to win. 

“I don’t know why you insist on making it longer.” 

He only hums in response, quirking a brow as he rocks on his heels, regarding you. 

Infuriating brat. 

Loki slightly startles when you impetuously fist the collar of his tunic, crashing your lips into his. You don’t expect him to lean in, considering his little display of dominance and all, so it’s your turn to be caught unawares when his tongue slips past your lips. It’s slow and sweet, and the lingering taste of honey wine envelops your senses and sends you reeling with pleasure.

When Loki breaks the kiss, you lurch forward, craving more. It’s never enough. 

But any momentum you might’ve summoned with your amorous advance is now gone – the deep, jovial laugh rumbling through his chest a stark contrast to your shallow pants.  

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, his palm flat against your collarbone. “Remain where you are so that I may get a good look at you.” 

“I believe you did enough looking during the feast,” you quip, finally catching your breath. Loki takes another step back, eyes crinkling in mirth and appearing every bit the mischievous god that he is. 

“There wasn’t much else that could be done in front of the Allfather and half of Asgard, now was there, darling? And surely you cannot fault me for wanting to admire a divine creature such as yourself.” 

Damn that silver tongue.

“But I am curious to know all the sordid thoughts hidden away in that pretty head of yours,” Loki continues, his darkened eyes raking over your body as a familiar warmth ignites every nerve ending like a fiery enchantment. At first, you think he’s magicked away your gown – a dash of disappointment arising in you when you realize you’re still fully clothed.

“Whatever do you mean?” you reply, tauntingly narrowing your eyes. It’s a wily attempt to lure Loki into your trap – because the only thing he loves more than provoking chaos is countering a challenge. 

“Careful, little one. Do not lie to me. Not when both know your intentions are less than honorable, what with that rousing performance licking the ambrosia from your fingertips at the high table.” 

An impish smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he circles you, the stealth movement reminding you of a predator on the prowl. You refuse to be his prey. For now, anyway. 

“Oh, that? Merely an ill-timed consequence of misplacing the serviette.” 

Loki’s fingertips trail down your arms before he grasps your hips, pulling you against his solid form. 

“Is that so?” he rasps in your ear, his cool breath sending a chill down your spine. His erection is evident, and you both shamelessly groan as you grind your ass into him. 

“See?” The timbre of his voice vibrates across your flesh as he cups your breast, his thumb roughly flicking your nipple through the sinfully thin fabric of your dress. “Trouble.”

“You love it.” 

“Oh, do I ever,” he hums, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin below your ear as his hands continue their exploration. It’s an addicting action he knows drives you wild, and, in the haze of lust he’s conjuring, you don’t realize he’s deftly unclasping the pin at the shoulder of your gown.   

A small gasp escapes you as the silken bodice pools around your waist. Even with the hearth burning beside you, the air in the chamber is crisp, and Loki’s hands are cooler still. He circles you again, tugging the lustrous material over your hips, a smug grin adorning his face as you stand completely bare before him. You straighten your shoulders as he retreats, his pupils expanding with unabated lust as he drinks in the sight of you. 

The light ebbs and flows around you, but your eyes are solely focused on each other as Loki settles into the plush velvet armchair across from where you stand. 

“So brazen,” you tease, stepping out of your slippers and lightly kicking your discarded garment to the side. “But I thought you fancied yourself a benevolent god, Loki.” 

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” he says, eyeing the front of his trousers. “I suppose that was quite unfair of me, wasn’t it?”

He waves his hand with a flourish, his clothing evaporating in a flash of emerald. 

Gods, he’s gorgeous. Golden light flickers across his immaculate physique and a part of you wants to stay here forever – committing the impossible splendor of this maddening man to memory. But Loki has other plans. 

“Enjoying the view?”

You release a shaky breath, the throbbing in your core becoming more unbearable by the second. “Yes.”

“But it’s not enough, is it?” His voice drips with a blend of amusement and mockery, as if savoring the mere taste of your frustration. 

He’s going to be the end of you. You shake your head, watching in awe as he widens his hips, the ripple of elegant muscle beneath his alabaster skin accentuated in the firelight – but it’s the sight of his beautiful cock resting against his thigh that makes your heart stutter. You’re gawking, too; you’re sure of it. But you don’t care. 

When your eyes dart up to meet his, Loki smiles and silently beckons you with a graceful curl of his forefinger. 

Finally. Arousal thrums through your veins, but as you move to climb atop him, he snatches your wrist, and you freeze. 

“Kneel.” 

It’s a command so powerful, so sensual, that you know surrender is imminent. 

You’re between his thighs in a heartbeat, yearning to worship every glorious inch of him. Your knees sink into the plush furs at his feet as you prepare to indulge every request he makes.

“Loki…” you say breathlessly, dragging your nails up his muscular calves. 

“You know–” he interrupts “–out there, in the wilds of Asgard, the vision of you on your knees, begging for me, possessed my every waking thought. In fact, darling, I was so preoccupied with thoughts of you that I nearly clipped Thor with a rogue arrow.” 

You breathe out a nervous laugh at his admission, and his lips curl into that damned smirk as he looks down at you. It’s the one he always dons when he’s up to something, and suddenly everything falls into place.

“Beg.”

Your resolve shatters, words tumbling from you without conscious thought. “I need to touch you, Loki. Please.” 

“Oh, you can do better than that, dove,” he taunts, languidly beginning to stroke himself. “Beg for me and I’ll give you exactly that which you desire.” 

You inhale, mouth watering in anticipation and mind reeling with possibility. And then the perfect words come to you.

“My king,” you say with an air of innocence, pride bubbling in your chest as Loki’s cock twitches in his palm. “I am yours. Completely.” 

Your gaze meets his as you caress his thighs, pushing them slightly outward as you lean forward. He exhales when your hand replaces his own, shifting in the chair as you emulate his unhurried strokes.

“Words alone cannot express my eternal devotion.” 

His eyes glisten as he reaches down to tenderly grasp your chin, the pad of his thumb massaging  your bottom lip. 

“That isn’t–” Loki hesitates, his voice carrying a hint of wariness, and your heart aches for him. All these years and some small part of him still believes he’s unworthy of your affection. 

He deserves every ounce of veneration you can bestow upon him – and not just tonight. For as long as time stretches across the cosmos, you’ll spend your days and nights proving to Loki the love you share is real and that he is worthy of it and so much more. 

“Allow me to exalt you” is what you think you say before he guides himself into your mouth, but you’re not certain of anything right now. Except that he’s warm and heavy on your tongue, and the sweet, tangy taste of him is divine. 

You hear him gasp from above, and you moan in turn, watching in fascination as he responds to your touch. He’s everything you desire and soon your fervent slurps and Loki’s soft grunts are the only sounds accompanying the crackles and pops of the fire.  

“Gods, yes,” he pants, delicately placing his hand at the nape of your neck as you quicken your pace. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.” 

His praise spurs you to flatten your tongue against his cock, working your magic until his hips rise to meet your every movement. 

Saliva drips from the corners of your lips as his sounds of pleasure intensify, thighs shuddering around you. His brows knit, face contorting in ecstasy as you gag around him. 

“Faen… I- I’m,” Loki manages to say through gritted teeth, chin pointing up to the heavens before his hips jerk once, twice – a strangled groan echoing around the chamber as he spills into your mouth. 

When his hand falls from your head, you slowly pull off of him, sitting back on your heels to admire the view before you. 

He’s still hard, and you already miss the weight of him on your tongue, but the flush of pink on his cheeks and the thin sheen of perspiration on his brow, along with the ragged rise and fall of his chest, assures you he’s properly sated – for the next few minutes, at least. 

“Get up here, woman,” he instructs, eyes twinkling as he guides you to his lap. As you straddle his waist, Loki’s head tilts to the side, an expression of absolute reverence that no one – save for you – ever bears witness to on his handsome face. 

“I love you.” It’s a whispered incantation on your skin, his cool breath sparking a yearning that burns brighter than any star in the night sky. Surely this must be what Valhalla feels like.

You open your mouth to respond – to tell him you’d unquestionably journey to the ends of the universe and beyond with him – but the passion burning in his eyes compels you to kiss him again. You delight in the small whimper he makes when you bite his bottom lip, rolling your hips against him in response. Loki deepens the kiss as you comb your fingers through his dark curls. It’s surprising that he allows you to continue your search for friction as you grind into him, but just as you’re nearing the edge of bliss, he pulls away, stilling your motions with his hands as you whine in protest. 

The glow from the hearth illuminates his dimples as he grins up at you before playfully swatting your ass.

“You know, I don’t believe you ever actually begged,” Loki says, turning his head to leisurely kiss along your inner wrist. “We’re going to have to rectify that.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise, your highness?” 

Truthfully, you aren’t sure which prospect excites you more, but without warning you’re in motion, a small shriek escaping you as the prince lifts you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs. 

Loki pretends to ponder your question as he lays you gently on the sofa, his practiced fingers dipping between your thighs. 

“I promise you this, my love: You’ll be begging for release before the night’s end.”

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[jabbers-wild-world]

“Eh? What makes you think I’m plotting anything?”

[beneathstarryskies]

Day Nine: Virginity Loss/Sacrifice w/ Dante

A/N: inspired by @actuallysaiyan! ;) go check out her kinktober because she's killing it.

Warnings: 3.7k words, virginity loss, deity kink (I'm not sure if that's a thing but the village worships Dante like a deity), AU!Dante, arranged marriage (Dante demands a bride), p+v penetration, fem!reader

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

The devil had arrived in the night and taken up residence in an abandoned castle rumored to have once belonged to the dark knight, Sparda. He never spoke to the people inhabiting the surrounding village, and for years they never spoke to him. They spoke of him, of course. Small populations have a knack for weaving big tales, and the strange man with a striking resemblance to Sparda proved to be their favorite subject. Was this stranger friend or foe? Nobody could ever say for sure, and those who claimed to know weren’t taken seriously. 

All of this changed when demons attacked the village in the night. Yours was the first house they pillaged. You’d tried running, but ending up trapped in a closet. As your home burned around you, prayers fell from your lips despite you never having believed in a higher power. Tears blurred your vision as smoke stung your nose. The door is ripped off the hinges, and you look up to see a devil standing above you. It was different from the ones who had attacked. The devil glowed red and wings were outstretched behind him. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

The devil changes before your eyes. In a flash of red demonic energy, a man stands before you. He kneels down to scoop you up in his arms and carries you through the flames as though he doesn’t feel them licking his skin. You instinctively curl up tighter in his arms to avoid getting burned and you squeeze your eyes shut until the cool night air hits you. 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you dare to look up at the man holding you in his arms. 

He says nothing as he carries you to the edge of the village where the rest of the inhabitants were gathered. You can’t help noticing the demon corpses scattered across the ground. He’s the one who did this, you know that. He sets you down gently and takes a moment to make sure there are no more demons lurking around before turning away. 

All of the villagers look on in awe as his broad form starts to disappear in the night. It’s you who follows. He jolts like something has shocked him when you grab his arm. 

“Wait,” you say. You gulp when he turns to look at you with those icy blue eyes. “What’s your name?” 

“What do you care?” he grumbles. 

“You saved me…us.” 

“Dante,” he answers, then pulls away from you.

You watch him disappear into the darkness. Your heart races as you wonder about the devil. 

After that night, the villagers began to revere him as a deity. He had shown such tremendous power, there was no longer doubt about his origins. It had begun as whispers as the village began to rebuild, then began the offerings. Food, clothes, even money were left on the stone stairs leading into the castle. At first it seemed that Dante didn’t take the offerings. Fruit rotted where it was set, and mischievous kids began swiping the money.��

As summer turned into fall, the nights grew cold. You wondered more and more about Dante. He never took anything, but you wanted to do something nice for him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sadness that permeated from him. 

One foggy morning, you ventured to the castle. In your arms were a blanket and a small basket of freshly baked bread you’d gotten from the bakery. You shudder as you look up at the looming castle, but you venture forth anyway. A group of older ladies with carefully wrapped meals were making their way in front of you, and their chatter was surprisingly comforting. 

Dante could smell you before you ever made it to the front of the castle. It was that sweet, cinnamon scent that pulled him out of bed. He slid into his tattered robe before going to the window. His heart races when he sees you coming up the narrow path leading from the village to the castle. You’re even more beautiful than he remembered from the night he saved you. He watches you kneel down as though in prayer like the rest of the visitors. Then, you set the blanket down and you put the basket on top of it. You look up again, and Dante gasps as he moves from the window for fear you could see him. 

Long after you leave, the scent lingers. It drives him crazy. No matter how much he tries to return to his new goal of drinking through the entire cellar, he can’t stop thinking about you. Once the sun goes down, he carefully opens the front door and grabs the offerings you left for him. He quickly realizes your scent has permeated the blanket. This need bubbles up inside of him as he carries everything up to the bedroom. 

“Fuck,” he mutters as his skin starts to heat up. Before he knows it, he’s curled up with the blanket. His cock throbs and he purrs as buries his face against the soft blanket to take in your scent. He reaches down to palm at his cock, making himself leak from the swollen tip. He’s going crazy with lust. He jerks himself off to images of you, wishing he’d spent more time memorizing your features. The memory of you on your knees as you left him such sweet offerings sends shivers up his spine. He cries out as he cums all over the blanket you left for him. 

He waits anxiously for morning to come. The sunrise would bring you back to him. He sits by the window, watching as the villagers come and go. Part of him feels panicked when you don’t show up. He wants to see you so bad. Just a little glimpse of you. That would be more than enough for him. 

“Come on,” he mutters as he waits and waits and waits. 

It’s nearly sunset before you finally come. He perks up immediately as he notices you. You look so beautiful to him right now. His heart is racing. This time you’ve brought wine and more food. Nothing that would hold your scent. 

Your heart races when you notice that your offerings from the day before aren’t on the step anymore. You set everything down before stepping back to look up at the castle again. You see him standing in the window. He wants to recoil again, but knowing that you were looking for him makes him freeze to the spot. You flash a sweet smile before waving. This is what makes him recoil from the window. 

He wants to talk to you, but he also wants to touch you. He wants to fuck you and taste you. His heart is pounding. This isn’t something he’d ever expected to happen to him. When he came to this village, he was just looking for a quiet place to waste away. He’s lost everyone and everything he cared about. He didn’t think he’d find a reason to live. This tiny village was the last place he’d expect to find his mate. 

He feels his chest tightening as he watches you leave.

Day after day, you come to him. He catches glimpses of your beauty as you leave him offerings. Sometimes you leave things with your scent, and he always collects those offerings. He has a small collection at this point, but it’s still not enough. He needs you, and now he knows how to get you. 

He waits for the right time. There’s a small meeting in the village square just after sunrise. For the first time since the demon's attack, he leaves the castle. Halfway down the path, he devil triggers and flies the rest of the way down. All of the villagers gasp as their deity flies above them, then lands right in the middle of the crowd. As soon as he lands, everyone kneels, including you. He makes a point to stretch his wings out and his chest puffs up. 

“In exchange for my protection, I demand a bride,” he growls in a low, distorted voice. His glowing eyes fall on you, “I need her. Bring her to my castle at sundown.” 

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as you look at him. What could he possibly want from you? Before you can say anything, Dante is gone. It’s decided almost immediately that you’ll be given to the devil for the sake of the village. 

Bit by bit, you’re prepared for the night ahead. Before sundown, you’re bathed in sweet-smelling oils that make your skin silky smooth. Then, you’re given a red lingerie set to wear underneath the soft lace wedding dress. You put on a black cape over it, and then you’re escorted to the castle. You’re scared of what lies ahead of you. You’re trying not to cry when your escort knocks on the door. Before the devil opens up, they leave. 

You’re trembling as you wait for the door to open. Finally, he opens the door. You gasp at the sight of him. His broad form makes you feel even tinier than you already did. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers before reaching for your hand. Despite the callouses, he’s gentle as he guides you inside. 

You swallow hard, “Y-you are?” 

“Of course, princess.” 

Your heart flutters at his sweet nickname. The castle is cold and dark. Does he expect you to live here with him? He guides you upstairs to the bedroom, and you’re surprised at the stark difference between this room and the rest of the castle. Little did you know, Dante had spent the day carefully preparing for your arrival. 

A warm fire steadily burns in the fireplace, and there’s a nice nest of blankets and pillows laid out. There’s a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses. You’re still taking it all in when he begins removing your cape and lays it down on a nearby chair. His cock twitches when he sees that pretty dress hugging your curves. His large hands cup your waist before pulling you closer. The purr that rumbles through his throat sends shivers down your spine. He leans in closer and takes in a deep breath. Your scent fills him with need. He can’t believe you’re really here in his arms. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters softly. “I can’t believe you wore this just for me.” 

“I thought you’d want it because I’m your bride.” 

“I love it,” he kisses your cheek softly. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

He wraps his arm around your waist to lead you to the nest he put together for you. He sits down in the pile of pillows, and you try to sit with a little distance between you. Dante won’t have that at all. Now that you’re here with him, he needs to have you close. He pulls you in closer. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he purrs softly before kissing your cheek again. “I am at your mercy.” 

Your heart pounds at his words. It doesn’t exactly make sense to you after the display he put on this morning. The devil who showed up in the village square bears little resemblance to the gentle man you’re with now. He keeps pulling you closer until you’re perched on his lap. He feels absolutely intoxicated just from the smell of you. 

“You’re at my mercy?” you ask. 

“Yes,” his nose drags along the curve of your jawline before he places a soft kiss on your neck. “I need you. I’ve thought about this moment, having you here with me like this, for so long.” 

“Oh, Dante,” you relax in his arms. “I knew you weren’t cruel.” 

“I could never hurt you.” 

He cups your cheek gently and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You moan softly when his tongue drags against your bottom lip. It takes you a moment to realize he wants you to open your mouth, but finally, you catch on. You part your lips and his warm tongue pushes between them. Fireworks erupt in your stomach when his tongue gently rubs against yours. This feeling growing inside of you makes you squirm on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clothed cunt. Dante easily picks up on your eagerness, and he takes it as a cue to lay you down. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair as the two of you keep making out. You feel yourself becoming weaker and weaker to his tender affections. 

“Let me take this off,” he says quietly as he reaches around your back to unzip the dress carefully. He almost had it pulled down your shoulders when you grab it in an attempt to stop him. 

“W-wait,” you stutter. “I can’t-” 

For the first time, Dante looks angry. He sits up on his knees, and his large hand cups your cheek to force you to look at him again. There’s a fire burning in his eyes, “Aren’t you mine?” 

“Of course,” your bottom lip trembles slightly. “I’ve just never done this before. I’m scared, Dante.” 

His face relaxes as he leans down to kiss you once more. His kiss this time is gentle. Your noses rub against each other when he pulls away. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” his cock twitches in his pants. “That’s perfect. I’ll make you feel really good, yeah?” 

“Promise?” 

“I swear,” he kisses you again and again. “This is perfect, you’re perfect. All for me.” 

His eyes are soft with affection as he gently moves your hands so he can proceed with removing your wedding dress. A soft growl rumbles through his chest when he sees the pretty red lace lingerie you wore for him. His fingers trace the delicate patterns on your mound, and he doesn’t miss the dampness towards your core. The scent makes his head spin. 

“You have to trust me, sweetheart,” he tells you. “I need to hear you say it.” 

You swallow hard around the lump in your throat, “I trust you.” 

“Good girl. So good.” 

He kisses you softly before letting his lips trail along your jawline then down to your neck. His hands carefully knead and caress your hips, your thighs, and then finally your tits. The lace bra only seems to annoy him. He grunts before working to remove it, careful not to be too aggressive with you. Despite his earlier antics in the village, he doesn’t want you to be afraid. He knows he can win you over. It is hard to keep his devilish nature at bay when you smell and feel so wonderful, but he’ll fight as hard as he can. 

“So beautiful,” he mutters against your skin. His lips trail over the soft swell of your breasts as he kneads them. Your skin feels flushed as the arousal grows. Your fight to hold back your noises fails when his warm, wet mouth circles around your perked nipple. He swirls his tongue around the pink bud before sucking on it. He traces the shape of your areola before moving to give the other nipple the same treatment. 

You’re soaked and needy by the time he slots himself between your thighs. He removes your panties slowly, letting the tips of his fingers trail along your legs before tossing them aside. Your little pussy is exposed to him, and he can think of nothing else now. He lays on his stomach between your legs, spreading them when your shyness causes you to pull your thighs together. As soon as you’re wide open for him, your hand protects your modesty. Dante growls. 

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I can’t make you feel good if you keep hiding,” he coaxes your hand away. “You said you trust me, remember?” 

“You don’t think it’s ugly?” you ask shyly, reliving the insecurity you’ve held since you were in your adolescence. 

“It’s beautiful,” he assures you before leaning down to place a kiss on your mound. “So beautiful.” 

Instinct takes over. He can’t take things slow when your soaking pussy is right there. He drags his tongue between your folds and he swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter than your arousal. It’s like the sweetest wine, warming him up and making his head spin. You cry out when he sucks on your swollen clit, and it’s just music to his ears. His grip on your thighs tightens as he holds them open, and Dante devours you. He laps eagerly like he’s starved, because he is. Ever since the first moment he laid his eyes on you, he’s been craving you. His small collection of items that held your scent were nothing compared to your taste and smell taking over his senses. He hardly notices you’re going to cum until you’re tugging on his hair. That white hot pleasure rips through your very being and your back arches against the floor. His name falls from your lips more desperately than any prayer you’ve ever said kneeling in front of his castle door. Your first taste of pleasure makes you ravenous for more. 

“Please,” you whine. “Please, please more.” 

Dante pulls away from your slick and smiles at you. Your juices dripping off his chin and the wild look in his eye makes him look every bit the devil he claims to be. 

“I’ll give you more, princess. So much more,” he promises. 

He gets up on his knees and eagerly tugs his clothes off. A small gasp leaves him when he feels your soft hands on his skin for the first time, trailing down his chiseled abdomen to reach for the buckle of his belt. If he’d known that just one taste of pleasure was all it would take to make you so weak for him, he would’ve gone down on you so much sooner. All of the talk when you arrived would’ve been skipped, and he would’ve been on his knees for you as soon as you walked through the door. Now, he knows and he’ll use this to his advantage. 

“Oh!” you gasp when you open his pants and his cock springs free. It’s bigger than you’d ever expected. The swollen, red tip leaks a luminescent fluid. Dante doesn’t have the strength to slow down to explain to you that being a devil means some things about him are different. No, he decides he’ll answer all of your questions later. Now he needs you. 

He pushes you back against the pillows and guides his cock to your hole. He’s already panting by the time the tip slips inside. Your hot, wet walls are squeezing around him. He pushes in a little more. At the same time he feels resistance, you whimper pitifully and press your hands against his stomach. 

“It hurts,” you whine. 

He goes still before leaning down to kiss you soothingly, “I know, baby. I know. Just a little more, okay?” 

“Dante,” you look up at him with tears stinging your eyes, “Is it gonna hurt the whole time?” 

“No, baby. I promise,” he kisses you again and starts rubbing your clit. “You need to relax for me. Please, baby.” 

You nod weakly, “I’ll try.” 

“You gotta,” he mutters. “Be a good girl for me.” 

“I promise.” 

Dante begins shallowly thrusting his hips again. Once your whines turn to soft moans, he pushes more of his length inside. You feel so full and stretched, but this warmth spreads over you. He keeps pushing until he bottomed out. He grunts and just feeling every inch of his cock squeezed by your walls makes his nerves light up with need. He holds you tight as he picks up a frantic pace. He’s trying his best not to go too hard, but fuck it’s nearly impossible with how good you feel. 

“Fuck,” he growls and nuzzles his face against your neck. “You feel so fucking good.” 

He struggles more and more with controlling his pace, and soon he loses the fight. His hips snap desperately as he clings to you. You feel overwhelmed with emotion and this new sensation taking over. Tears roll down your cheeks. One hand cradles his head and the other rests on his hip. 

“Dante, please,” you sniffle. “Please, slow down.” 

“I can’t,” he groans. “Need you so bad.” 

He lifts his head so he can look at you. The sight of your wide, teary eyes just makes him feel even more feral. He pulls you along with him as he sits up on his knees. Before you have a chance to say anything, his hands are on your hips guiding you to bounce on his cock in time with the snapping of his hips. You don’t even realize the only thing holding you up is him. Your knees barely even touch the ground. You feel something tightening inside of you like you’re going to explode. 

“Dante, it feels funny.” 

“Let go for me,” he pleads. “You’re gonna cum, baby. Don’t be scared, just cum on my cock please.” 

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as fireworks erupt in your belly. You cry out his name and your juices soak him as you ride out your high. With just a few more deep thrusts, Dante is right behind you. This warmth fills you up and he’s trembling. This is more than he’d ever hoped for. You truly are a dream come true for him. 

Once you've ridden out your highs, he gently lays you back down. Your face is flushed, and your eyes are dazed when they meet his. He’s scared now that you’ll hate him. Maybe you’ll feel disgusted about being bonded to a devil. He waits for the rejection. Instead, your hands reach out for him. 

“Hold me, please,” you whine. 

His heart erupts with affection. He can’t even think of the words to say to describe how happy he is right now. He lays beside you, and pulls you in so close. Soft kisses are peppered all over your face, making you giggle. It’s the most beautiful sound. 

“I love you,” Dante says before he even comprehends the words. 

“I love you too,” you confess quietly. “I’ve loved you since the night you saved me, and it was the strangest thing.” 

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he says quietly. “Forever.” 

“Forever,” you repeat quietly and sink into his embrace.