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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Your first trip to Asgard

Warnings: Vomiting, fluff, angst

You land on Asgard, clutching Loki's arm in a death grip. Your nails dig into the black leather of his jacket, knuckles white as you fight to keep down your breakfast.

At Loki's other side, Steve Rogers grasps Thor's shoulder to steady himself. Beside you, Director Fury stands almost entirely still, the only sign of movement a slight flapping of his coat.

"Welcome to..."

"I'm going to be sick," you cut off the gatekeeper, releasing Loki and running to spill the churning contents of your stomach off the bridge.

You look up and see a grand procession approaching from further down, their guilded armor bright in the morning sun. Leading the group are four warriors: a stunning dark-haired woman, a blonde with a charming grin, a stout soldier sporting wild facial hair, and an overly serious crusader.

You wipe your mouth, feeling better but still unsteady on your feet as you return to the circular chamber. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Don't worry about it," Steve says. "I was a mess on my first visit."

"Um, thanks." You don't really believe him.

"I am Heimdall," the golden god continues, unfazed by your interlude. "Gatekeeper of Asgard, protector of the Bifrost, and seer of all things."

At this point, the entourage arrives. "May I present Lady Sif, the Warriors Three and the Einherjar," Thor makes your introductions, noting that Rogers and Fury are already acquainted with the leaders.

Three horses are presented for your journey to the palace. You perch nervously at the front of your saddle, grasping the horn for dear life. Loki swings up gracefully behind you and reaches around to control the reigns.

"It's alright, darling," he coos, wrapping an arm snuggly about your middle. "Nótt is steady and true. He will deliver us safely, I guarantee it."

You take a breath, trying not to shudder or look beyond the bridge. "It's my first time."

"And you're doing splendidly," he hugs you closer and you begin to relax as you watch Steve cling to Thor's waist.

Fury kicks his steed to a trot, joining Hogun at the head of the group.

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The five of you gather in an antechamber, preened and swathed in Asgardian finery. Rogers and Fury are called first, leaving to greet the court. After some time, you and Loki are announced.

He takes your hand, placing it around his arm before entering the grand golden hall. You walk side by side down the long aisle to the throne. Loki's steps are assured, his pace steady, honed jaw set in determination. The crowd claps respectfully, their observance subdued, even hesitant.

You reach the stairs below the throne and bend in a nervous curtsy. The prince gives his father a minimal bow; enough to show the necessary respect, but not a hair more.

"My son," Odin addresses Loki. You watch as his lip gives a slight twitch of irritation. "Welcome home."

"Father," comes the strained reply.

He then turns to the stately woman on your left. "Mother," he greets with a warm smile.

The queen comes to bestow a kiss on each of her son's cheeks. "It's so good to have your home." She turns to beam at you. "And you must be the gracious lady my sons speak so highly of!"

Loki provides your name and you exchange pleasantries with his parents before standing beside the queen, opposite Steve and Fury.

"Thor Odinson!" the herald bellows, followed by a roar of cheers and clapping from the crowd. The crown prince swings his hammer around, eliciting further excitement. You give Loki's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Father! Mother," Thor greets as he approaches, kneeling before the throne. "It has been too long."

"Too long indeed," Odin beams with pride for his first born. "I fear that if it were not for these mandatory check-ins, I we would never see you."

"I was here only a month ago," Thor's brows draw together in confusion before he brightens like a lightbulb. "Loki and I will make a point to visit more often." The dark-haired bother exhales a measured breath beside you. You doubt he plans to follow though with that promise.

☕

While the king reviews his youngest's contributions to Earth's safety, Queen Frigga invites you to tea.

Guiding you along a winding garden path, the matriarch asks how you and Loki are settling into your new space. She listens with interest to the explanation of your minimalist design preferences and methods taken to assimilate his more extravagant leanings.

Eventually you reach a grand birch tree. Beneath it sits a table set for two. A tiered tray boasts bite size sandwiches, petits fours, fruit, and madeleines. Small jars of curd, cream, jam, and honey surrounded it, with a heaping plate of scones and large pot of tea to complete the spread.

"I'm impressed to hear how well you collaborate with my youngest," Frigga comments as she pours your tea. "He's not always the most amiable, but he's unfeigned when it comes to you."

You smile, adding cream to cool your steaming china cup. "I think people rely too much on first impressions. Though impulsively acting superior when he feels insecure doesn't exactly help matters."

The queen nearly spills her tea, covering a smile. "That's quite an astute observation."

As your meal comes to a close, Loki appears. "I take it you're becoming better aquainted?"

"We are indeed," Frigga confirms. "I'm so glad you've finally introduced us."

"Mother," Loki smiles, "you know you're always welcome to visit Midgard."

"Maybe we should make a formal invitation?" you suggest.

Your trio walks slowly back to the palace, discussing potential opportunities for the king and queen to visit New York. A pattern forms with Loki suggesting inconsequential dates, and Frigga being forced to "remind" him they're during occasions that require the Alfather's presence onworld.

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Before you part ways, Loki stops a passing servant and requests they show you to his chambers, noting he requires a moment alone with his mother. You say your goodbyes to the queen until supper and her son assures he'll join you imminently.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year ago

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AN: I've really enjoyed writing this series. I'm deeply appreciative of all the feedback and reblogs. They've fueled my writing and truly made me thankful for each and every one of you.

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Summary: Our darling couple take the first step toward the rest of their lives

It's a cold November morning and once again FRIDAY is calling your name, dragging you from your precious sleep.

"Nooo," you grumble, nuzzling into Loki's chest and tugging the fur comforter over your head. It collides with his nose.

He snorts, pulling it back below his chin. "I'll take it from here, FRIDAY.

"Darling, you do need to get up." He shifts beneath you.

"No," you whine, your voice muffled by the blanket. "I want to stay like this forever." You reach your arm over his bare chest, squeezing it for emphasis.

"As much as I'd enjoy that," he chuckles, "your absence downstairs could cause significant upheaval. Not to mention the breakdown of our fearless leader.

"You weren't here when he went on his feeble-minded caffeine fast. There are beings in Niflhel far more pleasant than our dear Captain without his 'morning Joe.'"

"But you're warm, and...you smell good, and...and...I love you," you say between yawns, before peaking up at him with a pout.

"I love you too," he smiles and gives your forehead a peck. "That doesn't change the fact that it's Monday and you have to go to work."

You throw off the blankets with a dramatic huff. "Fiiine. I hate it when you're right."

Loki chuckles and grabs a robe as he stands, handing another to you.

☕

First things first when you get in the elevator. "FRIDAY, please preheat the ovens for kolaches and turnovers, then check the A-Team agenda and load orders for whoever's on call to the POS."

You can't fault Tony's design; two separate confection ovens, freezer and refrigerator on a vertical conveyor. The contraption stands in the back of your circular kiosk cafe along with a cooling/rising rack, sink, employee entrance, and ample counter space.

Nearest the lobby doors sit the POS station, espresso machines, grab&go fridge, and pastry display. In addition to base cabinets, there's bulk storage accessible via elevator to the garage level. With a voice command to FRIDAY, a central circle in the floor descends while a safety barrier ascends into the workspace.

Plenty of square footage for three people, and on a Monday you need all the help you can get.

Chrysa clocks in with a muttered "Morning" as you're reviewing the Avengers' order:

Medium red eye, black - 'Nat's home from her mission and there's a morning debrief.'

Large dark roast with a shot of DynaPep - 'Tony, apparently trying to kill himself after a night of post-mission "tinkering."'

Extra large cup of Joe, extra cream and an order of mixed pastries - 'Steve got his run in and feels guilty about the early debrief.'

Small cocoa with cinnamon and extra whip - 'Peter's going to be late for school. Really, Steve needs to put that kid's education first.'

Medium Dutch apple pie a la mode latte - 'Thor, making his way through the seasonal menu.'

Extra large dirty chai - 'Scott just got into town.'

You notice a distinct lack of Earl Grey with excessive honey - 'Loki went back to bed. Dick.'

The next few hours are busy, as to be expected. They have you, Chrysa and Dementy rushing around, baking, steaming, and ringing up customers as quickly as possible.

Things begin to slow by 9:30, and around 10 Wanda wanders down in sweats and clogs, a maroon hoodie covering her unbrushed hair.

You start on her turek as soon as you see her. "Hey, what would you like for breakfast? And weren't you supposed to be at the debrief this morning?"

"Hmm...a pumpkin muffin," she smirks. "I popped my head out, told the kid to keep his mouth shut, and bewitched Steve to think I was there before going back to bed.

"I'm not getting up after three hours sleep just to tell Steve everything went as planned."

"What about Nat and Tony?" you ask.

"Stark sent Mark 93 and Nat doesn't sleep half the time anyway."

☕

Wednesday afternoon finds you at a boutique with Nat, Wanda, and Hope, who's visiting for the annual gala. The latter, focused as always, has chosen six sleek, black, barely differentiated dresses and hovers with them hanging over her shoulder while the rest of you decide.

"I can't believe it's been a year since we met," you say as you hold a one-shoulder gown against yourself in the mirror.

"You should try that one on," Nat says, her sultry voice soft but insistent. "It has been a year, hasn't it? So this is a particularly special gala. Is that why you're only looking at dresses in Loki's colors?"

You grin down at the gold taffeta. "Partially. It's more a feeling he's going to do something especially dramatic? I don't know what, exactly, but I haven't seen him this cagy since my birthday. He sent half the people in Times Square to his pocket dimension because I turned down the street before the flash mob was in place."

Wanda snickers.

"You're kidding!" says Hope.

"No," Nat replies, "There was a huge fallout when Steve got back from his 'emergency mission.' Something about 'We don't know if pocket dimensions are safe for humans...that's abduction...what if someone had gotten hurt?!'"

"And don't forget," adds Wanna, "'If you're so concerned, Rogers, I'm happy to send you in there to create safety protocols. We could all use the break from your incessant nagging.'"

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You were going to spend Saturday lounging around the flat until you needed to get ready, but Wanda had different plans. She insisted you and the rest of the girls all have a spa day. Thus, in the late afternoon you're stepping off the elevator on your floor with goodbyes to Nat, Shuri, Wanda, Hope and Pepper.

You open the door to find Loki already dressed and pacing nervously in the front room. His curls are raked in lines from the many times he's run his fingers along his scalp. "Loki?" you say. He freezes like a child caught sneaking candy, a hand shooting to his breast pocket before he takes a breath to steady himself. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes," he attempts a carefree smile. "Of course, darling, everything is wonderful. I...uh, I was just concerned you might not make it back in time to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his ironically poor lie. "You do realize we don't have to be downstairs for another two hours, right?" Cupping his cheeks, you pull him down to kiss him. "Whatever it is you're so nervous about, I promise it will be ok. God or not, no one is perfect, and I'm not going anywhere."

He calms a bit. "Right. Well, I'm just going to, ah, see if Stark needs any help getting things organized." He checks his pocket again before rushing out the door.

You do your hair and makeup, wandering around the bedroom in only shoes and panties as your gown simply isn't bra-friendly. You're unhooking the dress from its hanger when you hear the front door open.

"Great timing," you call out. "I'm going to need help with this zipper."

Loki enters the room. "Ravishing as always, darling," he grins at your bare chest. "I could help with a lot more than your zipper, you know."

"Says the god who was worried we'd be late?" You smirk.

"Right," he chuckles. "Let's get you into that so I can get you out of it later."

☕

The event space is nearly unrecognizable; Tony's modern minimalism nowhere to be seen.

The chrome columns are covered in black silk, green velvet held against them in sandglass form by thick gold cords. Grand chandeliers twinkle from the high ceilings, alight with five thousand candle flames. A brass quintet sits atop a raised stage opposite the bar, the dance floor spread between them.

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd help Stark," you smile, nodding at the decor. "It's very you." Standing on your toes, you give his cheek a peck.

"Thank you," he takes a steadying breath. "Shall we, er, have a drink? Perhaps some appetizers? Oh look! There's T'Challa and Shuri catching up with my brother. Why don't you join them while I find us sustenance."

You wander over to the group, letting your anxious lover gather food. "Hey," you greet, lightly grazing Shuri's shoulder as you siddle between her and T'Challa.

The king greets you with a tight hug. "It has been far too long. You have to come visit us in Wakanda.

"Okoye keeps talking about getting a Starbucks, but I told her there's better coffee to be had from international sources."

Thor lights up as his brother joins the group, handing you a cocktail and a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "Are you ready?" he asks Loki, a shiteating grin on his face.

"Will you desist?!" Loki says through gritted teeth, attempting to surreptitiously stomp on his brother's toes.

You pop a stuffed mushroom in your mouth and pretend not to notice while you listen to Shuri describe her latest invention. As your discussion of the device begins to dwindle, you hear the opening notes of a familiar waltz.

Loki clears his throat, his hand extended. "May I?"

You take it and he leads you to the dance floor. You can't take your eyes off him. His floor craft is perfection as together you dance smoothly through the other couples.

You know not just the steps, but how he'll take them, making reflexive shifts in your footwork to blend precisely into his.

His hands are comforting as he holds you, his natural scent like burning pine and fresh snow. His vibrant green eyes are full of awe of you and the glowing adoration reflected on your face.

When the song ends, he spins you to the center of the dancefloor. Your skirt settles and you find him kneeling as he holds your hand and a stunning emerald ring.

"Darling," he looks at you with batted breath. "Will you do me the honor of being my princess?"

"Loki, oh my god! Yes, yes, of course I will. Nothing could make me happier!" As soon as he slips the ring on, you pull him into a fervent kiss and the band strikes up the wedding march. You know that wherever you are, so long as you're with him, you'll be home.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 2 years ago

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A/N: This one has been a long time in the making. I love you like Rocket loves collecting random body parts!

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Fluff

Summary: You come down with the flu

You wake up coughing, unable to breathe. Your throat is raw, and your sinus cavity is one swollen, immovable ache.

"Darling?" Loki rushes in from the other room. "Are you alright?"

You gulp down water before responding. "I'll be fine, just not feeling well. Probably the flu."

"You're sick?" his eyes widen. "I'm getting Bruce!" He rushes from the room.

You sigh and reach for a tissue. Ideally, you should head home, but your place is all the way up in the Bronx and you'd end up exposing a cabbie or everyone on the subway. 'Better ask Tony to put me in a guest room.'

You're unlocking your phone when smallpox blankets cross your mind. The flu may mean a few days in bed to you, but it could be deadly to someone who hasn't built up an immunity.

Loki returns with a haggard looking Dr. Banner. "See, she's ill," he pushes the doctor in your direction. "You must treat her before it gets worse."

"Loki," you say in a soothing tone. "I'm sure it's no big deal, but I don't want you to catch it. It's probably unlike anything you've been exposed to on Asgard, and it could be much worse for you because you don't have any built-up immunity."

"Darling," he scoffs. "Illness is the defining trait of mortals, not gods. I'll be quite alright."

Bruce pulls a thermometer from his black medical bag. "Did your symptoms just start?" he asks, slipping it under your tongue.

You nod.

"And have you had your flu shot this season?" Another nod as the thermometer beeps.

He takes it, disinfects it with an alcohol wipe, and takes a look. "Definitely a fever. What are your other symptoms?"

"Stuffy nose, sore throat, cough and a sinus headache."

"Sounds like influenza..."

"Influenza?!" Loki repeats, horrified. He grips Banner by the arm. "Bruce, you need to save her. Please, I can't lose her. Not like this, not now."

"Loki," Banner responds gently. "It's fine, it'll likely be over in a few days."

"A few days? How are you acting so calm?! You have seven Ph.Ds.! There must be something you can do. She can't only have a few days left to live. Her symptoms just started."

"I meant she should be feeling better in a few days."

"Banner, you must know that influenza is the deadliest disease in Midgard. It killed over 21 million people in the 1918 season alone!"

"And it's been almost a century since. We have better medicine now, and she's been vaccinated. She just needs rest, some Nyquil and lots of water." He puts a blister pack on the bedside table. "How about I talk to Cap and have him take you off duty so you can look after her until she's back on her feet?"

"Yes, that would be much appreciated," Loki sighs, beginning to regain his composure.

"Thank you, Bruce," you say, pulling the paper back to pop out the capsules.

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The next time you wake up, it's late afternoon. Loki is perched nearby reading, a pile of medical texts and journals on the floor beside him. "Darling, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Achy, but that's normal," you smile at him.

"Yes, so it says here," he holds up the book in his hand. Influenza is written in bold letters across the front. "You should eat. Wanda made chicken noodle soup. I can get you some if you'd like?"

"Sounds yummy," you respond drowsily.

"I'll be right back," he marks his place in the book.

You look around and find your bedside table is set up with cough drops, Nyquil, tissues, water, and a humidifier steaming peppermint essential oil. There's a second comforter over your side of the bed and an extra pillow nestled beneath you.

Loki returns with the soup and a mug of chamomile tea on a tray. After you've eaten, he runs a hot bath to ease your aching muscles, cooling your forehead with a blue hand as you soak. Finally, he helps you into a cozy set of PJs and tucks you back into bed.

He hardly leaves your side until your symptoms are mostly abated and you insist that you're well enough to return to work. Even then he's reluctant but accepts there's nothing he can do as Bruce deems you no longer contagious. Things return to normal overall, but every few months you notice a new medical book has joined his library, as though to prepare for the next time you inevitably get the sniffles.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year ago

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A little preview of The Diamond, the final installment of the 14DoD series. Hoping to get it out by Tuesday, if not sooner, so I can focus on the party requests🤞🏻

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literatureatthebowofnails · 2 years ago

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A/N: I love you like Sammy loves Redwing.

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: A little fluff

Summary: In a half-empty tower with a cagy Thor, Wanda takes a new route to interpret your situation

As bowls and spoons swoop to the counters, the elevator dings. A no-nonsense blond walks in.

"Hey," she greets. "Are they on the quinjet already?"

"They should be," Wanda checks the time and introduces you to Agent Sharon Carter. "You filling in for Loki?"

"Yea. Cap said they need someone to cover medical." She nods back the way she came. "I better get going. Nice to meet you!"

Ten minutes later the doors open again, their ding accompanied by toppling and a strangled "No!"

A Pop-Tart box skids to a stop at your feet as you peek around the wall.

You place the turkey-clad container on the counter, moving to help the distressed god. "Hey Thor, need some help?"

He kneels amidst a pile of paper bags, Pop-Tart boxes strewn in every direction. "Yes," he sniffs, scooping his hoard back into the sacks. "I shouldn't have tried to carry so many at once, but school is getting out and the football mothers are sure to abscond with the rest."

You stifle a laugh, helping carry them to the kitchen. "It looks like you'll be set for a little while at least."

"But I don't know if stores will restock them before your Day of Giving Thanks and as Kel's Logs have deemed, the cranberry-orange flavor will only be available through Yuletide." He methodically begins assessing each box, dusting them off before assembling his display on the pantry's highest shelf. "I only hope I haven't harmed any in my enthusiasm."

Crisis averted; he looks at you uncomfortably. "My lady is too kind, given what my brother has done. To assist me after his affront to your honor...you are far too forgiving."

"Affront to my honor?"

Thor glances at Wanda, then awkwardly scoops up the remaining bags. "You know, I-I believe I'll just take the rest of these to my room. Wouldn't want the captain stress-eating them." He flees.

"Do you know what he's talking about?" you ask. "Nothing happened on our date. At all. Why is he freaking out?"

"Hm," she thoughtfully arranges pineapple slices in the pan. "Have you heard of the Richards Theory?"

"Can't say that I have."

The cherries, batter and pan float into the oven together. "FRIDAY," she waves you toward her room, "set a timer for 45 minutes."

"Yes, Ms. Maximoff," the AI responds.

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"Ok," Wanda sits, patting the space beside her. "I think I might know what's going on, but I need you to tell me about your dream. All the details, not just the sexy ones."

You nod and take a seat on the bed. "We were kissing in a field, but it wasn't like our date. It felt like we'd been together for years. Like we'd known each other our whole lives. And it was...comfortable. No nerves or anything, just safe.

"We weren't worried about impressing each other and we said the 'L-word' like we say it every day. I think I knew the field we were in too. It felt like...home? But I know that sounds silly. I've never been there before."

Wanda snorts. "I'm a telepath and you're dating a god. Nothing sounds silly anymore."

A thick, purple book floats over from the shelf and she flips through it. "Here," she moves to show you the page. "Richards hypothesized that ours is not the only universe. He said we're just one of many parallel universes stacked on top of each other.

"Assuming that's the case, he went on to suggest our dreams are not creations of our subconscious, but rather our other selves' experiences in their own realities."

"Okay," you pause. "So, you're saying that if this theory is correct, what I dreamed last night actually happened? In some other universe, where Loki and I have been together for a decade." She nods. "That explains why it felt so real, but not what Thor said about 'affronting my honor,' or why Loki ran off."

You're contemplating how to get a straight answer out of Thor when the window lights up and the whole room glows. For a moment it's as if you're standing beside a giant prism.

"That's the Bifrost," Wanda says. "Either Loki's back or Thor ran off to avoid interrogation. Shall we?"

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literatureatthebowofnails · 2 years ago

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A/N: I love you like Sharon loves super soldiers

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Fluff, subjugation

Summary: A repentant god returns

You and Wanda arrive on the platform to find an irate captain and a haggard god.

"LAUFEYSON!" Rogers bellows, just steps ahead of you.

Loki sees you first, a heartbroken look fliting across his eyes before his jaw tightens at the American mascot. He aims an authoritative finger at his commanding officer with a strangled "Not now, Rogers."

Passing the exasperated soldier without a second glance, Loki prostrates himself before you. "My darling, I am so, so sorry for what I've done.

"I know I could never expect to be forgiven, but please believe me when I say I'm doing everything in my power to prevent it from happening again."

The captain's stance shifts from indignation to vigilance as he looks from you to the god. Wanda sweeps over, pressing a hand against his shoulder. "Steve, I need your help in the kitchen."

"Shouldn't we..." he protests.

"Now," she insists, dragging him inside.

You reach out gently to stroke the god's dark hair. He's so pretty when he's on his knees. "Loki, I don't know what you think you did, but I'm not mad at you."

He stares up at you, bewildered. "I-I don't understand. Using magic to...I didn't mean to cast it in my sleep, but that's no excuse. You weren't awake and..."

"I'm gonna stop you right there," you press two fingers firmly to his lips and kneel to join him on the concrete. "You did not make that dream happen. No one did. We were asleep and we happened to drop into the same parallel reality. That's all.

"And as for what we did in that reality," your eyes close blissfully at the thought. "Well, I really hope you plan on doing that again."

☕

With excuses made for the ghosted mission and dinner eaten, an early bedtime is well-deserved. Loki's invitation to his chambers is hesitant, despite his concurrence that Wanda's interpretation is the most logical.

Once there, he conjures you a demure night dress, indicating a set of modesty panels to change behind. When you emerge, he wears silk pants and a matching emerald robe as he carries blankets to the couch.

"Loki," you give a gentle laugh. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't want to assume..."

"If I wasn't comfortable sleeping next to you, I would have stayed in Wanda's room. Or gone home. The subway runs all night."

He looks relieved. "So long as you're comfortable, darling. That's all I care about."

"Good," you stand on your toes to give his lips a peck. "Now let's get to bed. I know you've had a long day, and even gods need their sleep."

He leads the way, lifting the thick furs for you to snuggle under, and circles around to join you. When you move closer and nuzzle his shoulder, you can feel him relax. He draws you against him, slipping a firm bicep beneath your neck and inhaling the scent of your hair.

You give a drowsy hum of approval and tilt your jaw to kiss him softly. His free hand gently cradles your cheek, your palm pressing against his chest. He holds you close, as if confirming you're there.

Much like your dream, it's cozy. There's plenty to explore in your relationship as it progresses, but there's a confidence in having his arms around you. A sense that if it's working in another reality, it can work in this one. A trust that you'll take those steps together, even if you trip along the way.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year ago

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A/N: Finally got around to finishing this one.

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: The Avengers conspire to keep love alive

You stand on the train exhausted, travel mug hanging from one hand, your second cup of coffee gone before its time. Head lulling against your arm, you're jostled against fellow commuters as you mentally review your "To Do" list.

Two weeks left to decide whether or not to renew your lease. You're seeing a couple of places after your shift. One's in the South Bronx, just a few stops down from your current place. It would make these early morning commutes direct and reduce travel time to Avengers Tower, where you spend most nights when Loki's between missions.

The second place is higher rent, but it's waking distance to the cafe and about half the ride time to the Tower. If you manage to get either, it would be an improvement, though moving is always a headache in and of itself.

Your keys jingle as you unlock the shop and turn on the lights. You make yourself a third cup of coffee before beginning the morning routine. Ovens preheating, kolaczkis waiting on their baking sheets, register filled, counters and tables wiped down. You're just sliding the first sheet of pastries into the oven as the owner, Bramborslav, arrives.

The warm, stocky man greets you in his jovial manner. His Slavic accent is thick, and you have yet to witness him in a bad mood. On the whole, he exudes the comforting nature of well-seasoned potatoes.

"I have someone coming in for a meeting about an hour after we open. I trust you can handle the end of the rush on your own?" he asks.

"Of course," you slide a second sheet of kolaczkis in the oven with the first. "What's the meeting about?"

"Some sort of proposal. He hasn't said much beyond that." He unlocks the front door and sets out the sign before disappearing into the back to continue food prep.

As things slow down, the last person you expect saunters into the cafe. "Tony?" your greeting is rife with confusion. "Is there something I can get you?"

"Ah, hey princess. Thought I'd find you here."

"You know I work here, right?"

"Exactly. I'll take a double expresso, and you can tell Mr. Kaschak I'm here."

Your eyebrows draw together. 'Bram's meeting with Tony? What on earth could they have to talk about?'

"Uh, sure, I'll go get him." You poke your head into the back. "Um, Bram? Tony Stark is here for your meeting?"

☕

A couple hours of hushed muttering pass before the men stand and shake hands.

"I'll extend the proposal to our third partner today," Tony gives Bram his signature charming smile. "Assuming everything goes as planned, the notaries should have the paperwork signed and sealed by the end of next week."

Bram seems pleased and Tony takes his leave with a wave in your direction. "Later, princess!"

"What was that about?" you ask Bram.

"He's investing in the business."

☕

After work you walk to the Yorkville apartment. The manager, a curvy woman in her early 30s, keeps a running monologue as she shows you through the building and into the unit.

A tiny studio that hasn't been updated since the 70s, the industrial space features original hardwood floors and slanted ceilings. A slim loft for storage, efficiency kitchen, and a bathroom in dire need of scrubbing.

The barred windows look into an alley, providing an impressive amount of natural light. You'd be able to keep a few plants on the sill; might even squeeze in half your living room setup.

When you get up to the South Bronx, you find the unit there is almost twice the size of the first. The owner is brusque, walking you through the unit, asking about your credit, listing the rent and amenities as though he's late for a much more important meeting.

The space is recently updated by comparison, sporting late-90s granite countertops and a subway tile backsplash in varying shades of brown. Commute aside, it would be significantly more comfortable than the Manhattan suite.

You're still pondering your options with a yawn as you unlock the door to your apartment. A text beeps from your phone.

Loki: Mission concluded early. See you tonight?

You grin despite your exhaustion and tap in your response. Just need to grab clean clothes and a few necessities.

☕

Upon your arrival at the tower, you find a construction crew working on the ground floor. You wave a hello and make your way to the elevators, wondering what Tony's latest addition entails.

FRIDAY lets you out on the Avengers' common floor to find the whole team standing around a transparent projector screen.

"Hi?" you look around at the group, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Not at all, darling," your lover strides out from around the display.

"We have a proposal for you," Tony announces, pulling up a model of the tower. Two points glow orange against the otherwise blue display.

"It's come to my attention," he continues, "that the tower is lacking. Missing something coffee pods cannot compensate for."

Pepper cuts in, swiping all but the ground floor from the screen. "I've had some designs worked up, which I think you'll be pleased with.

"We would like you to open a Domácí Kuchyně location here." She expands the view of the lobby.

"A cafe?" your eyes widen and you turn to Tony, "Is this what your meeting was about?"

"That's right, princess. And you're going to manage it."

"Now, if you accept the proposal," explains Pepper, "we'll of course have to work out all the details. We spoke with Mr. Kaschak, and he's agreed to make you a partial owner."

"This is," you gape. "An owner? I can't believe you did all this for me."

You walk around the model to get a better look. After you've had a moment to get a sense of the design, Loki comes up behind you. He holds one arm around your waist, the other reaching out to pull the upper floors of the tower back into view.

"Darling, I do realize the business Stark has proposed would significantly lengthen your commute. I've been thinking about this for a while," he expands the other orange area, "and I'd like you to move in."

You turn to face him. "Loki, I..."

"We've set aside space on the 43rd floor for you," Pepper notes, drawing your attention back to the screen. "The two of you can design it to fit your needs, and when you're ready, we'll send a team to help you move."

"A team?" you laugh as heat seeps up your neck. "I don't know what to say. This is...thank you! Thank you so much." Tony pops behind the bar and you throw your arms around Pepper.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 2 years ago

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A/N: I love you like Katy loves The Eagles

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Smut, fluff

Summary: The morning after

You wake slowly in the unfamiliar bed. An arm hangs protectively across your waist, warmth seeping through the back of your nightgown. Before you're fully conscious, you pull the furs up to your chin, leaning back against the other body. The scent of burnt pine clinging to the covers is so cozy, you don't want to get up.

"Good morning, darling." He gravels, pulling you close. "Did you sleep well?"

You roll to face him, kissing him deeply before you respond, "Very." If you're being honest, you can't remember the last time you slept so well. It wasn't just the soft furs or the contrast of warm tower to the snow outside, it was being next to him that dissipated all anxiety, allowing you to sink through the deepest dregs of slumber.

"Has anyone told you how pretty you are with your hair all messy?"

"Not that I recall," he smirks.

Your hands slide up his cheeks to kiss him again. He groans into it, and you straddle him, brushing your lips down his long neck. You feel him harden as you crawl toward his stomach, leaving damp pecks in your wake. "I want..." your mouth meets his hardened abs "...to know how you taste..." you reach the first curls of pubic hair "...when you cum."

"That is," he purrs, "most unorthodox, darling."

With a tug of his waistband, you smile up at him. "And why is that?" Your tongue flicks against the head of his cock as it bobs to attention.

"Because" his eyes roll back as you take a longer lick. "Ladies should a-always be served first."

"You did serve me," you smile, tongue circling the head. "Quite well in fact." Lips stretch around it, releasing with a pop. "And now it's my turn." You look up, a devious glint in your eyes.

"If you insi-aaahhhh," his thought's cut off as you inch back down around him. Saliva slickens his shaft, your hand gripping its base. With a deep inhale of his heady musk, you push the tip to the edge of your throat. His hand grips your hair, and you press him to your limit before sliding up again.

"Norns," his breaths are ragged. "You're incredible."

His reaction, the salty precum, and sloppy sounds of your mouth spur you on. Your cheeks hollow, head bobbing in time with your fist. He grasps at the sheets, straining not to buck into you. "Darling, I'm going..." you hum your approval, sending him jutting toward your throat as heat floods your mouth.

You struggle to swallow while he shudders, spent beneath you. His breath returns to normal while you use tongue and fingers to collect what seed escaped.

He pulls you up, kissing you fiercely. "I know not what I've done to deserve you, but I'd do it a thousand times over if I could."

"I bet you say that to every girl who sucks you off," you grin.

"Never." He flips you beneath him, peppering kisses over your face. A thundering knock interrupts your giggles.

"Brother!" Thor's voice booms through the door. "There is coffee, and Barton got pastries. Bring your dear lady to join us."

Your hands cover your burning face. "Tell me he didn't..."

"Yes, thank you for the announcement, Brother. We'll be there shortly." Turning back, Loki gives you a vaguely apologetic look. "We're at the end of the hall and his is the next suite down, if that helps?" A grinning kiss meets your lips, his attempt at repentance farcical.

Standing, he promises, "I'll soundproof my chambers before our next rendezvous."

You get up and give him a final peck. "Thank you."

"Now," he looks you up and down. "We ought to dress for breakfast." A glow fills the room, leaving you dressed and ready for the day. Your fingers curl around the long sleeves of a sweater dress, its emerald knit hugging your curves. Thick tights warm your feet and legs, their black a match to Loki's tunic.

☕

"So gracious of you to join us, lovebirds," Stark broadcasts your entrance, sending heat back up your neck. Wanda gives you a wicked grin.

"Thank you for the declaration, Stark, but if you aspire to heraldry, you might learn to announce us by proper titles," Loki responds.

Thor looks up from behind the kitchen island, piling pancakes and bacon precariously on his plate. "You're here," he gives a puppyish grin, reaching for the carafe. "Lady Wanda told me of Richard's theory. While I have yet to meet this Richard, I'm thankful he convinced you to prolong your courtship."

Loki exhales exasperation, a hand spreading across his brow. "Apparently, I didn't explain it very well," the witch confesses.

"You needn't take responsibility for my brother's density, Lady Maximoff. He's been blundering about far longer than you've been alive." Thor misses the jab, having gone to the pantry for Pop-Tarts.

Loki insists you sit, making you a plate and coffee. You settle across from Clint and accept a Danish from the offered plate. "Wanda tells me you're not in New York much?"

"Yea," he explains, "I've got a family out of state. Since our youngest came along, my wife and I are outnumbered, so I tend to stick around the house."

Agent Romanoff scoffs. "He stays home because he's busy tearing the house apart with remodels."

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literatureatthebowofnails · 2 years ago

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A/N: Apologies for another long wait. I thought I was going to post a few days ago, but my muse insisted the final scene I'd written was insufficient. It has since been remedied. I love you like Cap loves America!

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Smut, drinking

Summary: Our couple takes their first trip together

Cherry blossoms drift lazily downward as you nibble cheese and sip champagne from lemonade bottles. Lounging on your picnic blanket, you watch goslings paddle after their parents beneath Bow Bridge. A scurry of juvenile squirrels dashes up trunks and around branches, disturbing a woodpecker in search of his lunch.

"I have something for you," Loki says as you bite into a slice of apple. A wrapped box appears near your lap with a green glow.

"Oooo," you pull back the paper, opening it to reveal a black and green bikini. "What's this for?"

"I've booked us a trip to Cozumel for your Memorial Day weekend," he grins.

☕

You step off the plane and into the warm Mexican sunshine. A salty breeze toys with your skirt and hair as you follow Loki down to the tarmac. Within an hour, you're checked-in, unpacked, and carrying your beach bag to the shore.

The picturesque Caribbean laps at the white sands and you settle into a lounge chair. A mariachi band plays on a low wooden stage, accompanied by the occasional trills and squawks of vibrant birds.

You methodically apply your sunscreen as the dark-haired prince stretches his long limbs out beside you. A cabana boy takes your order and returns with fresh margaritas and a plate of lime-caressed papaya.

"Could you?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at the lounging god.

"Of course, darling," he takes the bottle. "Why don't you lie down."

You adjust the seat to rest on your stomach, cradling your chin against your arms. Loki kneels beside you in the sand, his fingers expertly searching out every kink and knot as he massages the creamy protection into your skin. "Mmmm," you let out a pleasured groan. "That feels good."

"This is nothing compared to what I have planned for you," he grins, giving you a kiss before recapping the bottle.

☕

As the sun slips below the horizon, you return to your room. Flip-flops kicked off at the door, the beach bag tossed on the bed, and Loki is at your back as you reach the shower. He tugs the string around your neck, revealing your chest as you switch the water on. You turn to face him and untie the other bow, letting the top fall on the tile.

He cups your breasts, grazing over your nipples as you back him into the vanity. You shudder at the sensation and lean in to suck his lower lip between your teeth. Your thumbs slide beneath the elastic at his waist. His cock springs to attention as his trunks join your top on the floor.

"Mmm," he nips your neck. "I do love it when you're needy, darling."

"Oh, do you?" you roll down your bottoms, kicking them free of your ankles. "Prove it."

In an instant he scoops you up, pinning you against the cold shower wall. Hot water rains over you, dousing your hair and running rivulets along his chest and abs. A large hand protects the back of your head as he crashes against your lips, groaning when you grasp his pulsing need.

He thrusts against your palm, a hand kneading your breast. Sinking down, he takes a nipple in his mouth. Your back arches, one hand against the marble, the other in his hair.

He pinches your nipples, rolling them between his digits and continues his trail of kisses down your front as you keen. His head shifts lower, his mouth reaching the crease of your legs. They part for him without thought and he nuzzles against your mound, inhaling the scent of you.

He pulls a leg over his shoulder and grips your thigh, delving ravenously between your folds, lapping at your juices, sucking at your lips and clit until your knee buckles. A whine of his name builds in your throat, the hand on your breast the only thing keeping you vertical as your fingers wind tight in his raven locks.

You buck into him, and his digits find your entrance, slipping past and curling until you give a stifled scream. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves. As it subsides, he keeps them buried in you, slowly pumping and scissoring.

He stands, spreading long fingers to guide his girth between them. You gasp as you stretch around him, the slick of your release easing his entrance as he gives a few shallow thrusts.

He pulls your knees over his elbows one at a time, each defined muscle flexing under his glistening skin has you fluttering around him. You slide your hands around his neck and up into his hair, pulling his head back to nip his collarbone. He hisses at the sensation, setting an emphatic rhythm as you moan against his neck.

Heat floods your core, and you feel the tug like a rollercoaster drop. You press your head against the tile, cunt pulsing and spasming as another orgasm rolls through you. His name topples from your lips over and over until you're out of breath, shuddering and babbling.

"You're so..." he gasps, "...beautiful when you cum for me, darling." He continues to pound into you, letting down one of your legs to thumb circles over your clit. "I've never heard a prayer as sweet as the way..."

"Lokiiii!" you scream as another high crashes down upon you.

"Ex-exactly," he stutters your name, jutting into you erratically as his jaw clinches.

You feel the satisfying swell of him just before his seed coats your walls. He gives a few more thrusts and lets your leg down to pull you into a fiery kiss. With a last, sharp tilt of his hips, he pulls out. "Thank you for coming down with me darling. I can't imagine a better way to spend the weekend."

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