#(and that he wanted his baby w frigga to be just as kind and good and have all of her goodness bc it's what he fell in love w her for)

[magnusmodig]

||. when thor does the hand thing like his momma

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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[royalheroine]

Helen regretted arriving to new york city much earlier than her family. She arrived to see a stream of aliens coming through a big portal in the sky. She had to act fast. She should’ve run. Should’ve stayed in a cafe or something, but she did something highly impulsive. She fought.

She quickly found a broken pipe in the alleyway and started hitting at the aliens. The aliens started shooting bolts of light at her and she adapted by finding a broken off car door. She was surprised that it blocked most of the shots. She found herself protecting the stay victims and escorting people to nearby bulidings or outreach refugee camps.

Blood sprayed on her face while she stabbed a alien in the head with the sharp pipe. She didn’t notice the wound on her left side, and didn’t complain about the scratches and bruises on her legs. She just wanted it to end. She hoped her family is not here, even if they didn’t care about her. She then decided to head to the stark tower, maybe the aliens held hostages in there.

----

She found herself going up to the top floor after realizing that no one is being held hostage on the lobby floor.

---

The elevator door opened and she saw a man with raven black hair. Wearing a royal overcoat adorend with gold trimmings and fabric. He held a glowing scepter.

‘Shit did i just find the villian?!’ she thought to herself.

“And who might you be.” He smirked.

She carefully stepped out of the elevator. Trying to identify or at least avoid his attacks. Surviving multiple aliens seemed hard, but this encounter would be even harder.

“I-I thought people would be taken hostage in this tower- I think I thought wrong. Wait-” she looked at the crescent shaped charm on his chest.

“A-are you a god?” She asked. The symbol looked very similar to the symbol in her norse mythology storybook. The storybook that she read over and over again.

“Oh, so you know your place. You realize who I really am, your god.” He spoke to her.

“Y-are you- Loki?” She abandoned all feelings of fear and terror. Those feelings were replaced with feelings of childlike curiosity.

“Yes, how does a mere mortal know about my name?” He was curious too. He thought that mortals only knew about their own realm.

“Uh- apparently people from the past worshipped you, and Thor and Odin and others, they’re called Norse. And I guess they wrote stories about you! Stories that I read a lot. And, yeah, I know this is a really weird thing to say to someone who is invading your planet but- I- you’re my favorite god.” She looked away.

‘Thats my last words. I literally called my killer my favorite and I’m going to die. Great.’ She thought to herself.

Loki put down his scepter. He wanted to entertain this small, puny mortal. A mortal that didn’t seem to fear him.

“Come child.” He guided her to the bar.

—

“So, what do they say about me?” He asked her.

“Well… They said that you can shapeshift and that you had a baby with a horse.” She giggled. The god wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

“God, the way you mortals create stories are weird and highly inaccurate. I only raised a baby horse, not gave birth to it.” He clarified, leaning the scepter against the bar.

“I mean, you were not portrayed as wholly evil or wholly good, since mischeif is neutral in morality. Which means you’re not a villain. Right? She asked

“That’s where you’re wrong. My brother is a hero and I am the villain. A villain who is not even asguaridan.” He told her.

“Y-you’re also compared to your brother?” She asked shyly

“Yes, all the time.” He huffed

“Well, you’re in the same boat, my brother, Finn. He’s older, cuter, a golden child and good at everything. Meanwhile, you have me… Messy, uncoordinated and decided to fight instead of run away like anyone else.” She said.

“Fighting is a more noble pursuit than running.” he told her, but he noticed that she was bleeding on her side.

“Oh dear, that’s not a nice sight.” He carefully laid her down on the couch.

“W-what?” She was getting faint, she didn’t notice that she was bleeding out. Loki summoned a rag and started using his healing magic. But he had limited knowledge.

“Stay with me dear, once you wake up, we will rule together, besides, two monsters should shine in the sunlight.” He assured the sleeping child.

---

The girl woke up to see a group of heroes circling Loki. She stood up but her wound thobbed.

“Ah!” She dobled over. Clutching her side. A man dressed in blue and red came over to her.

“Did he hold you hostage?” He asked.

“No- I- he healed me.” She said grogilly. She didn’t realize that it was all over.

“Dear, you should’nt move as much.” Loki called to her. The blue hero looked confused.

“Ah- where is he going?” She asked.

“Back to asgard.” The blonde hero said.

“Are you Thor then?” She asked. Staggering once she stood up.

“Yes” He smiled lightly, probably trying to calm down the shaking child.

“Your age?” The blue hero said.

“11.” She meekly said.

“You hurt a child!” Thor shouted at Loki.

“No! He actually took care of me! We- had a conversation!” She shouted in protest.

“He hypnotized you.” The blue hero tried to get the situation straight.

“I WOULD NEVER! NOT A CHILD!” Loki shouted. Thor only put a mechanical gag on loki.

“I-i”

“Lets get you down, alright?” The blue hero gave a comforting smile.

She found herself stuffed in a small elevator with a bunch of heroes and a villain. She was slightly shaking from the excess adrenaline and the pain from the wound. Loki kept glancing at her, worried that she might faint from the blood.

“Sooo…. What is your name kid?” The man in the iron suit asked.

“Helen. Helen Conrad.” She told him.

“Well, lets lighten up! Lets all introduce ourselves. I’ll start off. My name is Tony stark! Real names only!”

“I am Steve Rodgers.” The blue hero smiled.

“Natasha Romanov.”

“Clint Barton.”

“Thor Odinson”

She smiled brightly. “Thank you for introducing yourselves!”

----

She found herself in the lobby, witnessing the fight over a glowing blue cube.

‘Why are they so obsessed with that cube?’ she asked herself.

--

“Your parents haven’t shown up.” Thor pointed out as they sat ontop of the car.

“Not surprised, probably busy with my brother.” She leaned back. Probably thinking that she’d just settle back into her normal life.

“What if you came with me. To Asgard.” He asked her.

She turned to him. “Y-you’d really bring me?” She asked.

“If your parents are as neglectful as they are, then I should probably just bring you to a better place. Your skills will be better cultivated on Asgard than with your parents.” He said.

“Also, you’ve made a profound impact on my brother, Loki. So would you be kind to come on behalf of him? He doesn’t show it but he’d like you to come too.” he asked.

“D-definately! Definitely!” She shouted. Jumping up and down.

“I-i- d-definately- w-wait. Give me a s-second.” She was getting too excited that her stuttering became apparent. She took a deep breath.

She gave a curt, “Yes. yes I would like to go.” She smiled. Thor grinned.

“You would definately love the palace.”

---

Loki and Thor held on to the container with the tesseract and Helen stood behind the container.

“Are you sure we should let a child go to a different realm with two gods, and one of them tried to invade our planet.” Steve asked Tony.

“I’m sure Thor would keep her safe, besides, we might have to hold her in the tower when she comes back.” Tony repled.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“I’m pretty skeptical about the fact that a child was able to battle her way into my tower and talk down the god of lies without getting killed in the process.” He remarked.

---

Helen was beamed in the entrance of the rainbow bridge. She walked with the two gods. One in chains and one with the hammer. She looked at the view of Asgard. It looked grander than she’d imagine. The golden towers were glistening in the sunlight. The rainbow bridge was translucent but had rainbow like branches pulsing through the bridge. She seemed scared to cross the bridge at first. Having a slight fear of heights. But Thor grabbed on to her hand and gave her comforting look.

Loki looked on, wishing he could do the same. But glad that his brother did it in his place.

---

Helen was being addressed by the king of Asgard. Odin.

“You have the heart of a heroine and the capacity to empathize with even the toughest of villains. Tell me, child. What is your name?” He asked her.

“He-he-Helen.” She stuttered. Cursing herself for stuttering in front of the king.

“Conrad.”

“Conraddotar?” Odin clarified

“You can call me that.” she said.

“Enjoy yourself at the palace, you are now considered royalty for extending your kindness to my son, Loki.” Odin said.

---

Helen wore a simple green gown. She was happily skipping around and exploring the palace.

“Helen, dear, can you come to me?” A voice sounded in the hallway.

She turned to see Queen Frigga.

“Let’s fix yout hair, shall we?”

--

Helen was sitting on Frigga’s bed while Frigga was braiding her hair.

“Thank you for everything that you’ve done. Tell me, Helen, what is your family like?” She asked.

“Well, I have a brother, and two parents. But my parents lives revolve around my brother. But- Im ok with that. I do things by myself and I got used to it.” She said.

“Ah- im sorry my dear. But here, there are servants and maids that can help you. So relax. I know how traumatic the invasion was, so I hope you realze that you are safe.

----

Helen was sitting on the steps, looking at Loki in his cell. She noticed that he has a lot of furniture in his cell. He was reading a book, and she was scribbling something in her notebook.

“Mind telling me what you’re writing down, dear?” He asked, thumbing through the pages.

“Uh-I-I’m actually d-drawing.” She said. Trying not to stutter.

“What are you drawing?” He asked.

“You.” She meekly said. Loki put the book on the table and walked towards Helen, he sat down in front of her.

“Mind showing me?” He smiled lightly.

She tore the page out and she showed it to him. It was loki and helen, under a flower tree. He was reading a spell out of the spell book.

“That looks adorable. When I escape, will you hand it to me?” He smiled.

“Of course.”

—-

“Do you like the accommodations in the palace?” Loki asked, hoping that they are taking care of her.

“Yes, but I wish I can enjoy them with you.” She answered. Twiddling her thumbs.

“So I decided to sit at your cell and talk to you!” She grinned. Loki’s heart melted. He’d never knew that he’d meet someone who was so naive and childlike. Enough to paint him as a positive figure. But he didn’t care. He just felt a sense of kindness towards her. He feels fond of her. He never realized that he was fawning over a mortal. Who’s life can flash before his eyes.

“That is great child.” He said.

“Wish I had my chello here, could’ve played you a tune.” She said. Loki used some of his magic to steal away a chello from the music room and teleported it here.

“Then play me a tune then.” He smiled

—

Loki was spellbound by the tune, she played a song that a mortal composed. But he didn’t know that the mortal is a master at music composition. Apparently the song was Blue Danube, by Johan Strauss. He swayed to the melody. By the time Helen was done he asked her a dozen questions.

--

“How long have you played?”

“5 years. Started at a young age, when my parents believed in my talents.” she told me.

“They should’ve known how bright you’ve shined.”

“Don’t blame them. They stop trying after finding out about my stutter.” She said.

“Your parent’s arent even parents.” I told her.

“I realized that when I hit 9.” she replied.

“Then maybe you should have a different father. Someone who adores you, who encourages you to be as different and unique as possible, who doesn’t compare you to anyone, who empathizes with you. Someone- someone like me.” He slowed his rant. Realizing something.

“D-do you want me to be your father?” He asked. Taking a big risk, being vulnerable .

“I-i-i’d lo-love yo-you to!” She was a stuttering mess, her brain was trying to process the proposal.

“Dear, slow down, take a big breath.” He grinned

“I would like for you to be my dad.” she slowly said. Tears coming out of her eyes.

“I would whipe those tears from your eyes but I’m stuck in this wretched cell.” He chuckled.

“I want to hug you.” She sniffled.

“You’ll get the chance.”

---

Everything was broken, damaged. But Helen rushed towards Loki’s cell. She just got word of Frigga’s death. And she didn’t want to lose her new father. She saw Loki in his cell, seeming to be fine. But she just broke out in sobs.

Her breathing was ragged. Tears flow through her eyes, and she was sniffling. She collapsed to the ground. Choking and crying. Crying for him, Loki. Feeling too much of his pain. Loki put down his defenses.

He had a green shirt but his hair was matted, her crawled to the crying child and wanted to reach out to her, but the barrier kept him from touching her.

“H-hey. Don’t cry-”

“You’re depressed so I’m depressed! I don’t want this to happen, for you to be sad! I-its my fault! I’m sorry. I-I. i’m- s-s-sorry. Mr. Loki! I-i have no-no right to be you-your daughter!” She was stuttering, trying to calm herself down. But the stale air and the buzzing barrier, it was hard to.

“No, don’t say that, you’re my daughter through and through. None of this was your fault. None of it. Please, stop crying for me.” He guided her to a deep breath.

“S-sorry.” she apologized for her shrill crying

“Don’t be sorry.” He smiled.

---

Helen gave Loki a big hug when Thor freed him from the cell. Loki returned the hug while threading his fingers through her braided hair.

“Darling, I have to help Thor. But I will come back.” he told her.

“A-are you sure?” She asked.

“One way or another. Yes.”

--

When Helen found out about Loki’s demise, she locked herself in the room and cried. She sobbed, blaming herself for letting him go alone. Hating herself. A knock sounded at the door. The door opened and she saw Odin.

“S-sorry if my cries are too loud.” she whipped her tears.

“It’s alright my child.” Odin sat at her beside.

“I-Lost my dad.” She stuttered.

“He said he’d come back-”

“One way or another.” Odin’s illusion was dispelled by Loki. He smiled kindly at her.

“I am sorry for causing you unnecessary pain. But I had to keep up the illusion for my safety.” He whipped her tears with his thumb. And enveloped her in a crushing hug.

“But now we can rule together. My little princess.” He smiled.

[beeblebrox-be-damned]

Growth (Part 1)

Dark!Loki x Reader

A continuation of Chosen. TW: Loki is controlling, morning sickness, other pregnancy woes.

You inhaled deeply. Exhaled. Inhaled.

The nausea refused to retreat. Exhale. Inhale.

Jump out of bed. Run to the washroom. Vomit. Hope Loki didn’t hear.

You wiped your mouth with a washcloth. Rinsed. Drank water. Rinsed again.

There was no doubt, you were most certainly experiencing morning sickness. Inhale. Exhale.

Repeat.

Hope Loki didn’t hear that time either.

You stood with shaky legs once the nausea had ceased. Sipping another cup of water, you made your way back to the canopied bed. You sat down on the edge, placing the chalice on the table next to it. beside it was the book you’d been reading, one from Loki’s extensive personal collection.

You drew your legs up onto the bed, groaning. Your lower back was sore. You hated to think about what it would be like later on. Loki turned over on his side of the large bed. “Are you alright,” he asked, yawning. You nodded, quiet.

Sometimes, you still felt trapped. Sometimes you wondered if Loki had lied to you. Sometimes you wondered if he was still making you feel what you felt.

Ridiculous. You shook your head at yourself, chuckling silently. You were so paranoid. After all, he’d even offered to let you go. Freedom.

He loved you. You were sure of it, and you loved him too. You were sure of it.

Loki had been so gentle, so kind after your meltdown. He had picked you up and dusted you off and pulled the pieces back together. You were whole again. And good thing too, you hated to imagine how it would be to be pregnant and still doubting your place.

Your hand brushed over your belly. No more than a month-and-a-half along and the skin was already growing tighter. Not visible yet, but you could feel it.

You laid back, propping your feet up on a spare pillow you’d put at the end of the bed. Frigga had said the elevation would help reduce the swelling in your ankles. Another joy of carrying child. 

Of course, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. It was an honor to carry the child of a prince. Your hand caressed your lower abdomen. You wondered if the baby could feel it.

Loki’s large hand slipped under yours. It amazed you how something so big could be so graceful and tender. His fingers grazed over your skin. He hummed deeply. “Warm,” he mumbled into the pillow.

You turned, brows furrowed. “Hmm?”

Loki smiled. His emerald eyes were still closed. Perhaps the baby would have his eyes. “Warm,” he asserted again. “I bet it’s warm in there.”

You laughed. “Probably. I’d be worried if it was not.” His fingers danced over your skin, rubbing the taut flesh. You watched. There was a tiny bump, you noticed, just not one anyone would be able to see when you were clothed.

He withdrew his hand and pushed himself up onto his elbows, pulling himself over to you. He laid back down, head rested on your belly. “Warm,” he sighed contentedly. Your stroked his hair, fingers twining through his raven locks. Perhaps the baby would have his hair too.

You closed your eyes, tension in your muscles leeching out slowly as though absorbed by the sheets below. Loki pressed a kiss to your stomach, then another, slightly lower this time. It tickled.

Another kiss, lower than the last. His mouth hovered over the section where the soft skin of your stomach faded into the vee of your pelvis. He pressed a kiss there, nipping and then soothing it over with his tongue. Your eyes remained closed. You sighed, contentedly.

He traveled lower, now at your legs. He pressed kisses to the soft skin of your inner thighs. There was something reverent about his actions. He was your master but he worshipped the ground you walked on. He’d do anything for you, anything. Another kiss, this time at the junction where thigh meets the delicate space between.

His tongue was as masterful at pleasing you as it was with crafting words of mischief and seduction. He kissed your slit, then lapped a long draw up to your clit. Your breathing was quicker, but in a relaxed, warm way.

He drew his tongue over the bead of flesh, then lower once more, lapping up every bit of your slick arousal. He shivered in delight, basking in the taste of your flesh. His tongue danced lovingly over the folds of aching, swollen flesh, sipping the sweet nectar you had to offer.

Slowly, he brought you up into a crescendo of pleasure, whispering his name like the sweetest promise, a promise to him of eternity. Your hands stroked his hair, loving and tender as he drank in your taste and scent as though he’d die without it.

You whimpered his name as your climax slowed, relaxing into the bed once more. He kissed the apex of your cunt, then crawled upwards, arms on either side of your body, caging you in. Safe. His lips met yours. They were plump and swollen and coated in your juices. His tongue met yours, curling and fighting for control. 

Your arms wound around his shoulders, pulling him flush with your body. He moved against you as if in a haze, drawing himself in and out slowly, savoring each pulse of your cunt around his cock. You were dazed, lost in a blur of warmth and soft flesh and pleasure. 

His lips never left yours as you climaxed again, toes curling and feet pressed to the bed. Your thighs wrapped around his hips, an embrace to pull him deeper, closer. His forehead rested against yours as he panted, eyes fixed on yours, watching as you came undone. 

Your lips captured his once more as he neared his own high. Your hands rubbed his shoulders, caressing the tensed and flexing muscle beneath his succulently pale skin. He gasped into your kiss as he released inside of you, coating you. He had done so many, many times, but each time seemed new, teeming with sensation and shuddering moans.

He rested atop you, pressing you to the bed. His head rested against your shoulder as he held you. He was heavy, but it was a secure, wonderful feeling. Your eyes drifted shut again. The door opened and you heard the shuffle of servants laying out breakfast for the two of you, but you didn’t move. You were not ashamed to be seen with Loki like this even though only a thin curtain separated the two of you from prying eyes.

A smile graced your features. Loki held you close. Taglist (figured I’d go ahead and tag since it’s a continuation but idk if you want me top not just tell me o w o idk what I’m doing)): @jessiejunebug  @knuffeltuff  @sea040561@alexakeyloveloki@villanellevi@skinny-macncheese @shockwavee

[darlingpetao3]

For Asgard (Chapter 24/?)

Summary: What if Odin had banished Loki to Earth instead of Thor? The story of how you, the Reader, meet and help Loki on his quest to return to Asgard.

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Thanks to the special permission given by Frigga, you were granted the luxury of being able to leave the palace the following day to explore the golden city of Asgard itself.

It's just as beautiful as you remember it.

You stroll down the immaculate cobblestone streets and meet very friendly locals along the way to the grand marketplace. It is here that you hope to find a small, yet perfect gift to bring back for Loki. A little something to represent a new beginning. To maybe, finally, leave the past in the past and start again. As new people.

As you pass a stand selling golden apples, you spot the jackpot you were looking for – a table of wonderfully timeworn Asgardian books! You scour through each stack, looking for just the right one. Oh, look! This one looks particularly appropriate. It's about a suave, trouble-seeking knight and his kind, but kickass princess and their various adventures on the run.

After you pay the kind woman behind the table (with the generous amount of money Thor insisted on giving you for your time here), you're about to turn back to get a better look at those golden delicious apples (pun intended) when an odd and familiar voice floats in the air behind you.

“You will be consumed...”

A little wiry haired woman walks behind you in passing and looks back to make eye contact with you. It's the old hag. The sketchy old broad who rightly predicted everything that has happened since you met her.

Even the Aether as it would seem.

Because initially, you had thought the final words of her prophecy had meant you were consumed with love for Loki. If only you'd known how literal the hag's words would be...

“Hey!”

Her witchy smile turns up and when you make a step towards her, she bolts through a crowd of people. You apologize while pushing your way through all the bodies, but you need to catch this witch. You demand answers! Could this have been prevented? How could she know all this? Was she always watching you?

The little old witch runs with the speed of horse as she leads you through a maze of dark Asgardian streets. Now you're gaining! You might just catch her!

Rounding the next corner a little too fast, your foot catches on a stone poking up from the road and you stumble into a tall body.

“Oof!” says the stranger.

“I am... so sorry. I should have been looking where-” You look up at what is the most gorgeous, towering blonde woman you've ever seen. Does Asgard have supermodels here, too? I mean, come on! The true beauty looks down at you with her jade green eyes and says, “Sweetie, you must be careful. That crazed witch lives just yonder. Come with me away from this district.”

“But I need to ask her something! I have to know-”

“That thing is positively a loon,” the woman insists with a laugh and pulls you by the hand back the way you came. “Pay no attention to her.” Once re-entering the marketplace again, she furrows her brow at you for a second in thought.

“Are you not the mortal woman taking refuge in the palace?”

“Yes, but how did you-?”

“Word travels fast around here. Trust me.” Her smile and charm is almost too dazzling. But in a good way, you think. Maybe you'll get to have an Asgardian friend while you're here! Besides Thor, of course.

“Are you be heading back to the palace? I happen to have a business matter to attend there, myself,” she says sweetly. “Would you accompany me?”

So delightful.

“Absolutely!” you agree. “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.” You tell her yours first for good measure. If you had blinked, you would have missed a split second of a curious expression appear on her face as you do so, but you have no clue as to why.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she says, tossing her blonde locks back. “I am Amora of Asgard.”

When you ladies reach the palace, all the guards whom you pass along the way to the Great Hall bow their heads slightly to Amora and ogle her as she saunters by. Who is she? One of the guards escorts her to Odin and Frigga at an epic battle strategy table.

“My liege,” he says, “I present you, Amora.”

The All-Father lights up. Well, as much as this grump can, but it's all too apparent to you.

“Amora!” Frigga says at seeing the blonde bombshell. “We have not seen you for centuries! My, how you have grown!”

“Frigga, my Queen,” Amora takes the Queen's hands in hers, “It has been forever and a day.”

“We must throw a feast in honour of your arrival. Tonight!” Odin says with proud finality.

How come she gets a feast upon arrival?

“Please, my King, it is not necessary,” Amora politely tries to decline. “I have come to humbly ask the All-Father a dire favour.”

“Feast with us and I shall listen,” Odin says firmly. “Guards, show our lovely Amora to the finest guest chambers.”

I take it I'm not in the 'finest guest chambers'...

“Thank you, good Odin,” she says, “but I do believe I still recall where they are.” Amora turns and gives you a quick wink. You can't help but jog a few steps to catch up her out of the Great Hall.

“How do they know you so well?” you can't help but ask. And like you so damn much? Who are you? Amora gives you a cheeky side glance.

“I used to, what do you mortals say? Date? Yes, I used to date the Prince of Asgard.”

Wow, I wonder why Thor let her go? You can only imagine the incredibly blond babies they could have had.

“You used to date Thor? Well, he is a pretty nice guy.”

There's something funny in the way Amora laughs.

“No, Sweetie, I used to date Loki.”

Thank the gods dinner is over.

Yes, the food was amazing, but the whole thing was weird as hell. Amora barely ate anything, while Thor stuffed his face like a wild animal beside you (except with him at least you found it endearing, unlike Odin at the head of the table – yikes). You could tell Amora was looking for an in to ask Odin about her supposed favour, but could never time it right. She sat across from you so you had kept a watchful eye on her all evening. More than once, her delicate foot brushed against yours under the table, to which she would keep uttering, “Apologies, Sweetie.” It also felt like Thor was trying his hardest to not pay any attention to the head-turning woman.

“Now, dear Amora,” Odin says, wiping the cooked boar off his beard. “Please enlighten me of this favour you spoke of earlier.”

“All-Father, my sister is in grave danger. More so than in the past...” Amora explains. “She has been taken by the Dark Elf known as Malekith. I know not what he wants with Lorelei, but-”

“The Dark Elves are dead,” Odin states coldly, while Thor shudders at the name Lorelei.

“Pardon my saying so, my Lord, but you are wrong. He has her and though we have had our many quarrels as sisters, she is just that. My sister. I must see her safe and I come to the house of Odin to seek your help against this fiend.”

Odin ponders stoically. It's difficult to read him. Finally, he speaks, “As I have said, the Dark Elves are dead.” The King gets up from the table and takes his leave. Frigga departs too, but not before smiling apologetically to Amora. To avoid the awkward air, you slip away to your chambers leaving Thor with the woman. Maybe he would speak to his father for her?

After a relaxing while of letting the food digest, you think now is the perfect time to visit Loki and bring him his gift. Initially, you had wondered how you might actually give him the book, but now a better idea came to mind. You would use the enchanted necklace to visit him in his cell, sit as close to him as possible without touching so as not to disrupt the illusion, and go on to read the book along with him. It was the perfect excuse to spend more time with him. He's probably extremely lonely in there all by himself. And surely he's come to terms with his mistakes from the past.

Right?

And in addition to the gift-giving, you will make sure to subtly ask Loki about this Amora woman. Had he loved her? Had they ever...?

Ugh, why hadn't he ever mentioned her before?

You clutch the book in front of you, unable to contain your growing excitement to see Loki's face when you show him what you've picked out for him. The necklace begins to glow around your neck as the room around you dissolves into to a whole other – the prison cell.

But, but-

But she's already here. Amora. And she's getting horribly close and cozy with Loki though not physically touching. Amora giggles at something Loki may have said and the sound of her laugh is so sickeningly cute that little woodland animals should be frolicking around her.

You feel sick.

She's probably trying to rekindle what she had with him. And by the looks of it, Loki is enjoying her company. How could he not? When she looks like that...? When Loki finally sees you there, he stands up from the table he was leaning against and starts to take a few steps toward to you. Your body goes tense and freezes up.

“I got this for you.” The sentence comes out robotically. “I'll leave.”

“Wait-” Loki says and tries to grab your hand, even though it's pointless. However, he ends up grabbing the book instead, and somehow a transference is made through the object as you dematerialize from the room. Back now in your chambers, mysteriously no longer with the book in hand, you simply stare at the wall for a moment. Soon enough, you find yourself breathing like you're running a marathon even though you're only pacing the floor. You stop and fall back on the bed and stare up at the golden canopy.

You aren't sure to whom you say this, but the words come out a whisper, “Why?”

Part 25

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[andinewton]

12 Days of Loki - An Avengers Redemption Series Mini-Series - Day Seven

Master List

19th December

‘Sunbeam?’

Sigyn rolled over, her brain trying to wake up as the rest of her body tried to make her stay asleep.  She hadn’t had enough, not half as much as she wanted, certainly nowhere near what she needed, and her head hurt just to think about waking so soon.

‘Sunbeam!’  Loki tried again, and she finally opened one eye as she rolled onto her back again.

‘What?’  She grumbled.

‘Look what day it is.’

She tried to focus on him laid beside her, and followed his outstretched arm to  above her, and a small smile spread across her face.  ‘Mistletoe day.’  She said softly, looking at the leaves and berries above her.

‘Indeed.  Happy mistletoe day, Petal.’  And he lowered his head, catching her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

‘Mmm.’  She murmured into the kiss as he curved his hand, the mistletoe attaching itself to the ceiling above the bed.  ‘I never get sick of this holiday.’  She sighed as he kissed his way down her throat.

‘Same.’  He said, his teeth grazing on her skin.  ‘And it seems your entire body is under the mistletoe.’

‘I don’t think that’s what Frigga had in mind about honouring her.’

He raised his head and gave her a sideways smile.  ‘She wouldn’t exactly be surprised.’

‘I guess not.’

They had missed four calls from Thor by the time they were finished, showered, and dressed, but he knew better than to go knocking on their door, or letting the boys home without checking first.  He knew they would emerge when they were ready, he had learnt that the hard way a long time ago.  When he finally got the go ahead to bring the boys back, the couple were eating breakfast, both with unfaltering smirks on their face.

‘Go get ready for skating, princelings.’  Loki instructed once they had hugged their parents, both having looked around for any signs of the damage from last night, and finding none.

‘Dress warmly!’  Sigyn called, knowing given their own way they would come through in something inappropriate as they barely felt the cold.

‘I wanted to apologise for last night.’  Thor said as he came to the table, Sigyn offering him a coffee as he spoke.  ‘Thank you.’

‘Your apology is accepted, however you are not forgiven.’  Loki informed him, having discussed this with Sigyn as they cleared up the mess.

‘Surely an accepted apology is forgiveness?’  He said hopefully, looking to Sigyn for support.

‘Not this time.’  She got up with her plate in her hand, rested her hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.  ‘Happy mistletoe day, brother.’

He glanced up to see a sprig on the ceiling above the table.  ‘Ah, another excuse for the two of you to be nauseatingly romantic.’

‘We don’t need excuses.’  Loki caught her around the waist as she passed him, banished her plate to the dishwasher, and dipped her, kissing her thoroughly.  He smiled smugly at her slightly glazed expression as he set her back on both feet, and she rested her hand on the countertop to steady herself.  ‘And we aren’t about to stop just because you do not find it appealing.’  He shoved the back of Thor’s head affectionately as he passed.

‘Nor would I expect you to, however the rest of the team may not appreciate your constant oral fixatedness.’

‘It shall not be forced upon them.  And mistletoe is not our exclusive property alone.’  Loki reminded him.

‘If Mother could see the pair of you…’

‘She would not be disappointed, thank you.’  Sigyn poured herself another coffee.  ‘All she ever wanted was for the two of you to be happy.  I am sure she would be pleased with how things worked out.’

‘I cannot argue with that.’  Thor sighed.  ‘What time are we leaving?’

‘One.’  She reminded him.  ‘Tony arranged transport.’

‘I am much looking forward to it.’  He got to his feet and joined them in the kitchen.  ‘Do you think the boys will take to it?’

Sigyn smiled.  ‘Given their natural affinity for all things icy, I can’t see it being a problem.’

It was a problem.

The boys were first out on the ice, dragging Sigyn with them, but it was soon apparent that they weren’t quite ready for just how slippery the rink was, just how little traction the skates gave them, and in moments Sigyn was sitting on the ice with a boy on either side of her, the two having slid down and dragged her with them.

‘Is that how it’s done on Asgard?’  Tony smirked as he skated past, Sigyn narrowing her eyes at him.

’Darce?’  She looked back at where the rest of the team were booting up.

‘S’up, Fidelity?’  Darcy called, looking up as she finished lacing her skate.

‘Could you grab the boys a couple of those skating penguins?’  She nodded towards the training aids that kids could push around for balance, as she helped each boy to their feet.

‘Mamma, are you going to skate after Tony?  Because you look like you’re going to skate after Tony.’  Narvi asked as he held his arm out for balance.

‘Yes, baby, I’m going to skate after Tony.’  She smiled at how observant he was.  ‘And then I’ll come straight back, I promise.’

‘Go get him, Mamma.’  Vali grinned.

‘I love you, boys.’  She kissed each of them on the forehead, knowing Darcy was on her way, and skated after Stark.  ‘Hey!’

‘You want something, Red?’  He turned and skated backwards easily.

‘I want to talk to you about the little prank you and Thor pulled last night.’

‘How do you know it was me?’  He asked, but couldn’t keep from smiling as he held his hands out for her to take.

She took his hands as she reached him.  ‘I can’t see anyone else helping him make a colour coordinated smoke bomb.’

‘Was it funny?  Did it freak you out?  Show me the face you made!’

She continued to give him the same unimpressed look.  ‘It wasn’t funny, Tony.’

‘Come on, it was a bit.’  He chuckled.  ‘Thor told me about the time Loki smoked out the banquet on Asgard, and he wanted the shoe to be on the other foot for a change.  Can’t blame the man for wanting that.’

‘I can, and will, blame both of you.’  She argued as he turned and raised his arm, meaning they were now skating forwards arm in arm.

‘Where’s your sense of humour?’

‘I lost it when I had to stay up most of the night repairing the damage the damned sprinklers did to our apartment!’

He pulled a face.  ‘It wasn’t meant to set off the sprinklers.’

‘You know what else I bet it wasn’t meant to do?  Scare the shit out of my boys!’

He skidded them to a halt so suddenly Sigyn almost overshot, and it was only Tony’s grip on her that kept her upright.  ‘Yeah, it wasn’t meant to do that.  I’m sorry it did.’

‘You don’t get to be sorry!’  She pulled one hand out of his and poked him in the chest.  ‘I want revenge on the pair of you!’

‘No more revenge, that’s how we got here.’  He said sincerely.  ‘What got ruined?  I’ll replace everything, and it won’t happen again.’

‘Stop being so reasonable!’  She had been completely ready to rip into him, prepared for him to be defensive, not apologetic.

‘Sister!’  She turned to see Thor helping Vali along.  ‘Look up.’  He grinned at her.

Both she and Stark did as he suggested and she groaned.  They had stopped directly beneath the giant ball of mistletoe.  ‘Think your hubby will shank me if I take advantage?’  Stark gave her a raised eyebrow.  ‘Because, you know, it’s practically the law.’

‘I can’t promise anything.’  She shrugged.

‘I’ll check.  Rudolph!’  He yelled, finding Loki easily, as he was making a beeline towards them.  ‘I gotta do it, man, or it’s bad luck, or I get a ticket, or something.’

‘If you ruin mistletoe day, Stark, I will ensure you shall not be kissing anything for some time!’  Loki called, his face serious.

‘Worth it.’  Stark ducked his head and quickly pecked Sigyn on the lips.  ‘Gotta run, CB.’  He grinned and skated off as quickly as he could as Loki reached her.

‘Can I throw him from the top of the Rockefeller Centre?’  Loki growled as his arm wrapped around his wife protectively.

‘Too many witnesses.’  She glared after Tony.

‘Don’t worry, we shall give him a hangover and a day to remember tomorrow.’

She looked up at him curiously.  ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘You’ll see, Sunbeam.’  He smiled wickedly.  He had quite a plan for the following day.

Bucky had to put Tony to bed yet again that night, much to Amelia’s distress, but he didn’t mind.  Tony was easy and cooperative when he had had this much, allowing Bucky to remove his shoes while his mouth ran away with him.  Again.

‘You know, Tinny, I bet you think I don’t like you.’  Tony slurred.  ‘But I do.’

‘Do you, Tony?’  Bucky hid his smirk, as he had the last two times this happened, the same subject coming up time and again.

‘I pretend I don’t, because of what you did to Mom, but you couldn’t help that.  You were wain brashed.  Brain washed.’  He corrected himself.  ‘Why is it washed?  They don’t literally wash your brain.  Like with soap and water.  I mean, I know they wiped it.  So why not brain wiping?’

‘I don’t know.’  Bucky shook his head as he held the covers back.  ‘Just get yourself some sleep.’

‘You’re good, a good guy.  You know that?’

‘I try to be.’

‘You are.’  He slung his arm around Bucky’s shoulder and pulled him close, the smell of the Asgardian alcohol on his breath strong enough to make Bucky’s eyes water.  ‘You are perfect for my Angel.  And Georgie, you’re a better dad to her already than my dad ever was to me.  You knew him, was he an asshole then too?’

‘Asshole is a strong word.’  He carefully took Tony’s arm off him and made him lay down.  ‘He was a little…self obsessed.’

Tony gave a snort.  ‘Didn’t change much.  But you, you’re the kind of guy who sets the parenting bar high.  You’re good.  You’re a good guy, and a good dad, and a good husband.  I’m lucky to have you as family.’

‘Thanks, Tony.’  Bucky turned off the light, knowing it would help him concentrate on getting to sleep.  ‘Get some rest, we’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Your arm is the coolest fucking thing I ever made.’  He muttered, rolling onto his side, staring at the glowing limb in the low lights.

‘It’s pretty cool, you’re right.’  Bucky started to back out of the room.  ‘FRIDAY, call us if he needs us.’

‘Will do, Bucky.’

‘Night, Tony.’  Bucky smiled, knowing he was already out cold.  Even if Tony could only say these things to him when inebriated, he still appreciated it.

20th December